#that one by this point has been worn often enough that he doesn't really want to risk wearing it anymore and keeps it safe in his room

[goldenbeastkeeper]

@nxtleftbehxnd

Of anything Valor was expecting to see today, it was not someone with a tattoo of something unequivocally and undeniably from the Boiling Isles. Sure, the human realm had stories about creatures that harkened back to ones that had likely come from the demon realm, but over time their appearances had warped to such an extent that they were quite distinct from the actual creatures they were sourced from.

So to find something that actually looked like something from the Boiling Isles . . .

Someone who'd been to the Boiling Isles was here. Whether they'd always lived there or it was a human that found their way there and made it back . . . He wasn't going to pass up this chance. It'd been more than 20 years since he and Flicker had gotten stuck here, and even if this person didn't have a way back, even just having someone else to talk to that had been in the Boiling Isles and knew what it was like would be invaluable.

The one who'd gotten the tattoo directed him to the mall, and luckily the artist was not that difficult to find there.

He stood at the edge of the hallway watching her for a few moments, working up his courage, before readjusting the bandana that covered his ears and approaching.

"Hello?"

#v: post canon #nxtleftbehxnd #(note that the bandana he's wearing is not the fire bee one featured in the profile picture #that one by this point has been worn often enough that he doesn't really want to risk wearing it anymore and keeps it safe in his room #this one is probably like a plain black one or something)

[brookheimer]

looking at the 'midseason trailer' and seeing roman fighting his siblings, roman shitting on gerri, roman working for fascists, roman walking proudly through ATN like logan did just two days prior... it's not surprising, but it is fucking sad.

logan's death will not free roman. instead, it will reforge the chains he's worn all his life, casting them in iron -- that's what roman deserves for thinking, for the first time in his life, that maybe he wants the chains off. that's what roman deserves for killing his father by not loving him enough, by not loving him correctly or at the right times. logan's death will not free roman at all. if anything, it will imprison him.

(as always, this got very long, so keep reading under the cut!)

this was the worst case scenario for roman. not just logan dying, but the exact way everything played out. he betrayed his siblings, he fired gerri -- for nothing. he could have been on the plane with his father in his last moments -- he refused. his last interaction with his father was leaving logan a voice message that called him a cunt -- the first time roman has ever, ever, questioned or stood up to his father, and also the last. we don't know what killed logan. we probably never will. but god if it won't feel awfully coincidental to roman: the one time he fought back against his father or even showed the slightest hint of doing so, his father died. is it likely that logan heard roman's voice memo and keeled over because he called him a cunt? no. but is it just as possible as anything else? entirely. roman might have killed his dad. roman murdered logan when he could've been on the plane with him holding his hand, if he were a good son. he didn't even tell logan he loved him. not that he needed to, it fucking oozed from his every pore and the desperate nature of that love was one of the reasons logan could never quite stand him -- but that's not the point. roman's one attempt at agency, at setting boundaries, at standing up for himself killed his fucking father.

logan dying would never have been good for roman, at least in his current state, no matter how the actual death came to pass. people often talk about abusive relationships as if the end-all-be-all fixer to abuse is independence, and it's not. independence isn't always enough to heal, especially not when it's forced upon you rather than something you choose. this is especially true for roman, i think. what roman needed was not just to gain his own independence, but to realize that independence and love are not mutually exclusive, that gaining one does not mean losing the other. logan's always hammered in roman's weakness, his wrongness; roman was never someone who deserved to be loved on his own terms. roman's never considered himself to be someone with agency and authority in his relationships -- he's been told over and over again that he isn't a real person, that there's something deeply wrong and unfixable in him, and he believes it. he's never set boundaries with his father or even his siblings because i don't think he really realizes he has the power to do that. he's simply there until people decide they no longer have use for him or want him around, and he'll always come crawling back after a kick because he doesn't realize he's not on a leash -- that he doesn't need to be on a leash. independence has been unreachable all his life, he isn't normal or real enough to be a real normal independent capable person, but if he grovels and shows his use enough, then maybe he can be loved. but his dependence and loyalty is all he's good for. independence means no love, no family, no relationships. and roman desperately wants, needs, those relationships in a way that none of the other characters do (or at least can admit to) -- he wants his father in his life, no matter what; he wants his siblings in his life, no matter what. but independence, being his own person, separating himself from logan's side means he'd lose everything else, everyone else. he's not good for anything anyways. it's not like he has other options.

...until the start of season four. that's why this is all so tragic -- more than anyone else, it seemed like roman was on the road to healing. it seemed like he was finally realizing that independence and love might not be as mutually exclusive as he's been made to think: maybe he could be independent while still having a relationship with his siblings and even his father. maybe he could have his cake and eat it too. he's realized that he's capable, that he has his own worth, and that he can be successful without living under logan's thumb -- and, more importantly, could still text him on his birthday and try to rebuild a relationship, this time outside of business. outside of "that room" in waystar royco. an actual fucking family relationship. that's what escaping the cycle would look like for roman — not complete separation, not a metaphorical killing of his father, but the ability to live alongside him, to have a life outside of him, to love his father without living for him. so simply removing logan from the equation wouldn’t help roman, not when what he needs most is to realize that self-respect is not mutually exclusive with love, that being your own person isn’t a betrayal, that family and love aren’t dependent on how low you can kneel and won’t be whisked away the moment you stand up. and for the first time in his life, it seemed like he was on track to discovering this. maybe he and the siblings could have the hundred, logan could keep going with atn, and in a few years down the line they'd all get together to talk shop and joke around and coexist -- for the first time, he had started to think of himself as enough of a real, okay person to be allowed to coexist with his family, rather than naturally subordinating himself in every interaction.

roman could’ve been his own person, could’ve escaped the cycle, could’ve started a business with his siblings and tried to heal, but now he won’t. he can’t. roman can’t become his own person now, not when his first attempt to do so is exactly what killed logan. it’s his fault. he fucked up and now there’s no dad. he gained his independence, but at what cost? love. that’s the cost. it always has been and always will be. nothing could be more detrimental to roman roy than the exact series of events that occurred in this episode, because just as he started to see a world beyond his father, logan dies -- proving once and for all that the only world beyond logan is one without him in it at all. that’s been roman’s fear all along and why he’s stuck so close to his side: roman loves and loves and loves and is terrified, terrified, of death. of loss. but in a moment of 'weakness,' roman wobbled (he tried to stand up to logan rather than just taking the kicks as he's supposed to, as he always has), and his father paid the ultimate price. there’s no more dad. there’s no reviving him.

…unless, of course, there is. unless roman can undo his error by choosing his father again, and again, and again. becoming logan is the closest roman can get to resurrecting him, after all. and besides, doesn’t he owe it to dad after killing him? after calling him a cunt, choosing not to be with him on that plane he ended up dying on? after forgetting to even say “i love you dad” before the end? roman needs to fix things. needs to make it like dad's still here. needs to make it like he didn't kill his own father by refusing him for the first time in his life. so roman will be the firebreather logan wanted -- he'll do ATN, he'll push for mencken, he'll do whatever it fucking takes to try and make things right. if it's his fault logan's no longer here, then he needs to do everything he possibly can to fulfill his dying wishes, to do what logan would've done, were he alive.

"dad can't die, he's dad." he can't ever die. he's immortal, and his immortality was solidified by the circumstances of his death -- logan will not die. he’ll live on in roman, as roman.

roman will make sure of it.

#to clarify -- i do not think this is roman's endgame. i Hope it is not his endgame. i just think based on the previews and everything we #know about both him and the upcoming episodes... i think this is where his arc is heading for now. and it will be UNBEARABLE to watch #i'm hoping things get better by the end. that there's reconciliation and an ending open enough to allow for a slim possibility of future #healing. but as of right now... i think things are going to get a lot - a LOT - fucking worse before they get better (if they get better..) #k it's 1:30 am i haven't read over this at all so fair warning there. but yeah. told yall i had a lot of thoughts re: what this might do to #roman. hats off to jesse armstrong for creating the literal worst situation imaginable for him. fucking ingenious. i too love putting this #sad little man in situations! but yeah. gonna be watching thru my hands but eating it up while weeping etc etc etc #succession #succession spoilers #roman roy #succession meta #succession s4 #connor's wedding #logan roy #casey shut the fuck up about roman roy #100 #500 #succession speculation

[phantasmiafxndom]

Hello! I really love your writing! Since the kny requests are open, can I request Kny Pet AU hcs for Hantengu's clones (the main 4) ? It's up to you if you want to add nsfw stuff, i don't mind🌸

I've been issued a challenge, I see. XD I really didn't care about these guys until I started really thinking about their characters, but now I'm getting kind of invested...

(Shout-out to @krystalwithakay, who helped with this one~)

. . .

General/Group

• In this setting, the four of them are more like brothers than clones; at the very least, the "original" isn't around anymore. They were too much for their original owner to handle, so they wound up locked away in an overcrowded cage and left to fight over whatever minimal scraps of food and care they received. This did not do their mental states any good— before long, they devolved into constant squabbling and competition, to the point where restraints quickly become necessary to prevent further harm.

• By now, all four of them are half-feral and extremely difficult to handle. Nearly impossible to get close to, they're dangerously aggressive with humans, other demons, and each other; and being kept constantly starved, restrained, and agitated has done absolutely nothing to help that. The concept of a better life is always out of reach, leaving all of them hopeless and miserable.

Sekido

• He's been used in fights before (as one attempt at finding some use for him), and the results are messy. Without enough food and rest to heal properly, Sekido's body is covered in scars and old, poorly healed injuries. The extensive damage results in near-constant pain— and always feeling hurt and threatened only makes him more aggressive. He lashes out like a cornered animal, responding violently to everything because he can only anticipate more pain. A lot of his outward anger is a defensive mechanism.

• All of that rage usually hurts him more than anyone else. Sekido is so tense that it becomes an extra strain on his body; he struggles until he's worn down what little spare energy he had, to begin with, and his unfortunate habit of fighting restraints until he messes up his body too badly to keep going is responsible for a fair amount of his scars. And yet, there's no making himself stop. He's reactive to the point of being unable to control it anymore.

Karaku

• He's been used for sex before, with a very specific condition to keep him from mauling anyone who tries. Karaku has an odd, unintentional reaction to any kind of physical pleasure— his brain all but shuts off completely, leaving him pliant and non-aggressive until the response wears off. Thus, if he's drugged or handled just enough to make him shut down, he's plenty easy to use. The brief respite from misery, even if it means being put through such unpleasant handling, is too much of a temptation for him to care.

• It's easy for him to grow addicted to anything that makes him feel good, even if the aftermath is worse. Karaku has some highly escapist tendencies, where if he gets any chance to stop thinking and feel something other than pain, he gets desperate for it. He knows by now that most humans won't ever offer that sort of thing, though, and is every bit as aggressive and volatile as the other three until some possibility of pleasure arises.

Aizetsu

• In a constant state of misery, he's reached a point of barely being able to do more than lie around and wait for someone to finally decide he's better off dead. By now, Aizetsu doesn't have any hope left for himself (or any of the rest of them), and his naturally pessimistic nature doesn't help that. Crying himself sick only adds to how awful he feels— and he's most often too caught up in his negativity to respond to much of anything. He's the only one who (mostly) stays out of the four's constant fights.

• Aizetsu is prone to semi-accidental self-harm; tearing gashes in his skin from clawing at himself in distress, biting and chewing his fingers until they bleed, and making himself physically ill from sheer stress. However, he's also unconsciously drawn to self-comforting behaviors in any form that he can get. He lacks enough appetite or will to live to make himself fight for whatever scraps they're all given, so his body is weak and wasted away.

Urogi

• He's way too high-strung for his own good, and far too easily overexcited. Urogi is the one who keeps getting his hopes up over every little sign that anything good might happen... and suffering all the more for it when those hopes are inevitably crushed. He's always agitated and fidgety, and tends to pull at his restraints well past the point of blood just because he can't stay still. Thanks to his utter lack of volume control, he's often kept in a sound-triggered shock collar just so he'll be less of an annoyance.

• Urogi's wings were once cut off as a way of trying to make him easier to contain. They grew back soon enough, but his poor living conditions meant that the regrowth didn't happen how it should. He's incapable of flight in his current state, with near-constant pain from the poorly healed limbs. They only become more unbearably uncomfortable when the feathers molt, which is a process awful enough to put even him in a miserable mood.

#Kimetsu no Yaiba #KnY #Hantengu #Sekido #Karaku #Aizetsu #Urogi #Headcanon #Reader #Pet Au

[ghcstpyre]

18+ content under the read more. MINORS DNI.

ted "theodore" logan x afab!reader

contents: pervy!ted / scent kink / panty stealing / panty sniffing / masturbation (m) / mentions of oral (f receiving)

hello @generalkenobee here it is!

thinking about perv!ted raiding your wardrobe and drawers whenever you're not around. it starts off innocently enough - you lend him one of your cosy, oversized jumpers and ted can't get enough of your sweet scent and the tang of your perfume that clings to the soft collar of your jumper. it becomes apparent after a week or two that ted has no intentions of returning it but you don't mind too much; he looked cute in your jumper anyway.

it's from that moment onwards that ted really starts to develop a thing for the way you smell. every so often whenever the two of you are spending time together at your place, he'll find an item of clothing that you've worn recently, press it to his face and inhale deeply, completely losing himself in the smell of you that still lingers on the fabric - all while you're not in the room of course, the last thing he wants is to be caught. before you come back, he'll quickly bundle up whatever he's just smell sampled and shove it into his bag to take home with him; a t-shirt, a vest top, a cardigan or maybe a hoodie if he's lucky, he doesn't really care as long as it's yours and smells like you.

The first time Ted managed to get his hands on a pair of your panties had him reeling. He didn't even mean to pick them up, they just happened to be caught up in the vest he'd recently procured from your bedroom floor and he didn't even realise until he was back home and unraveling said vest from the crumpled up ball it had been in since Ted stuffed it into his backpack while you weren't looking, the panties in question falling from within the garment and landing at his feet. Ted was almost too nervous to touch them at first, really starting to feel like a complete degenerate (at least he had the decency to feel some level of shame), but just the sight of them on his bedroom floor had his dick twitching in his jean shorts.

He was too curious and way too horny at that point to be able to resist the temptation. What started off as something fairly innocent had devolved into complete degeneracy, but Ted's head was too flooded with hormones to think straight. The panties weren't exactly the most interesting kind - just your basic, black, bikini-style underwear - but just the thought of you wearing them, the fact that your pussy had been pressed against the fabric at some point was enough to give Ted the biggest hard-on he'd had since he got his hands on his first porno magazine.

The feeling of the fabric in the palms of his hands and between his fingers was enough to have his heart jackhammering within his chest, so hard that he could hear his rapid pulse, the sound thumping in his ears. Ted had to take a moment to sit down on his bed before tentatively pressing the thin fabric of your panties against his face and inhaling deeply, already palming at the familiar stiffness in his pants and failing to stifle the groan that escaped his plush lips. It was a good thing his Dad and Deacon weren't home because Ted knew he wasn't going to be able to keep quiet, not with your panties pressed to his face and certainly not with the smell of your pretty cunt filling his nose.

By that point Ted had already unzipped his jean shorts and shimmied them down his thighs along with his boxers to finally free his throbbing cock. He flopped backwards ungracefully, being sure to keep your panties pressed to his nose with one hand while wasting no time in spitting into the palm of his other before wrapping it around his hard shaft and beginning to stroke.

"Shit..." He groaned, voice almost breathless. He knew he was done for now.

Ted's breaths were heavy and quick as he tugged on his cock, the panties against his face driving him wild. His mind drifted, fantasising about you sitting on his face and rocking your hips back and fourth, his tongue pressed against your clit, your pussy so warm and wet on his mouth as your slick dripped down his chin. He was so utterly lost in you - the whimpers leaving your lips as you came undone on his tongue, the scent of your luscious body, the taste of your precious cunt and the way your hands gripped and tugged at Ted's tousled dark brown hair.

"Fuckfuckfuck—" Ted was practically mewling, fucking upwards into his fist as it pumped up and down his swollen cock, his tip leaking precum all over his fingers. He started to moan your name over and over again like a mantra, his thoughts filled with you and only you - only ever you. "M'so close, so fuckin' close—"

His eyes rolled to the back of his skull and he pushed your defiled panties into his mouth as he came, thick ropes of white cum shooting from his cock onto his stomach and chest as he sucked on the soft fabric. Ted's whole body shook with the force of his orgasm and a good few minutes had passed before he opened his eyes again, his chest rising and falling deeply as he got his breathing back under control.

He pulled your underwear from his lips and let it drop to the side, his teeth finally relinquishing the vice grip they had on the fabric as he let out a long, heavy sigh. Eventually, Ted sat up and looked down at himself, immediately groaning in frustration and cringing hard.

He came all over his Megadeth t-shirt.

#ted theodore logan #ted logan x reader #keanu reeves #keanuverse #ted logan smut #yall i started to write this AT WORK #i cant even remember the last time i wrote something smutty #anyway long live perv!ted #is scent kink even the right term??? idk i am uneducated #anyway ted is pining hard...and hard! #bill and ted #c: ted logan. #w: drabble. #have not proof read this btw #we write then hit post like a FOOL

[imeternallylove]

There's nothing to eat in the kitchen until you came in - S.Strange

Stephen Strange x Reader

genre: hehehe it's nothing just smut *smirk*

words: 2.0k

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link < lower your earphones voice, that's all i ask. i've reminded ya'll

"I'm not talking to you, Steve." You storm into the kitchen, looking for something to eat on the counter, and you find nothing. You've dressed elegantly for the date. You're dressed in a long, light blue and black lace and silk gown with a flattering low neckline.

"Oh, please forgive me, Y/N." Stephen sighs and walks in with his arms clasped across his chest. He's wearing light wash pants and a black t-shirt, which makes you even furious considering how hot he looks right now, his hair untidy from his wizardry habits with America and Wong.

Recognize that you are upset at this point. "You left me, and there is nothing to eat here! God! Stephen!"

"I just forgot, baby- and right, that's on me, but Y/N, I've never forgotten one of our dates before, and I'm not going to do it again." He tries, still staring at you as you stare at him back annoyingly.

"Oh, you believe you'll get another date with me?" You murmur, irritated. Of course, you're not serious, but he's pushed you far enough to have you threaten it. Stephen Strange had just betrayed you by forcing you to cancel your lunch date and reservation.

"How do I make it up to you?"

You gaze at him once again, disapprovingly. He approaches you gently, raking his fingers over his unkempt black and silver hair. You remain upright, determined not to be worn down by him.

"Come on, Y/N, you can't be upset with me forever." He leans in and kisses your neck right below your ear. You catch your breath and move back, slipping to the right, away from him.

"Go away, Strange. I mean it." You grunt. You need time to recover from the fact that he forgot about your date for an hour while you stood there uncomfortably unable to call him. You know if you don’t get the message across that you’re upset with him and will be for a while, he’ll easily get you back in his arms with a little flirting.

You aren't easy to give in, you’re stubborn as all hell, you always have been, but something about him makes you melt.

You swear to yourself that this time will be different.

Stephen gives you a teasing face, an overconfident grin that borders on predatory, "there's nothing to eat in the kitchen until you came in." He doesn't mind a fight or a game, and he never has, but you're not in the mood.

"I'm serious." Your alert eyes dilated, knowing well what he meant. "I'm really serious, Steph."

"So am I; what should I do?" He grins as he walks up to you and gently pushes you back against the counter, his hand staying on your hip, hard enough that you don't pull away. As he leans against you, his leg presses on yours, and he smirks, cocky as usual.

He begins sucking at the skin between your neck and shoulder, causing you to gasp silently as he leaves a dark, sensitive mark. "I'm sorry, honey." He murmurs softly, his thick baritone voice vibrating over your skin, his warm breath ghosting over your delicate flesh.

You should push him away, shout at him, and make him feel bad because let's face it, you'd be doing him a favor. Instead, you're in the kitchen, allowing him to touch, kiss, and turn you on. He shouldn't be able to make you feel this strongly about him, but he does, and you do.

"Stephe…" You mutter under your breath, your gaze was drawn to the open doorway to the kitchen. You know there's no one in his Sanctum, and Wong has seen you two often in this state. Feel him smile on your neck, his tongue shooting out to moisten his lips and brushing softly against your neck, making you swing.

"What’s wrong baby? Don't you want me to make it up to you, little girl?" Stephen says this while slipping his hand down from your waist to the bottom of your dress, slowly pushing the fabric up beyond your thighs to reveal your black lace underwear.

You blush and bite your bottom lip between your teeth lightly. "Daddy'll be so kind to you, and will be treat you so well." He smirks, his voice soft, and rubs his calloused palm over your inner thigh with care.

You can feel your core throbbing as he continues to massage circles into the delicate flesh of your thigh, his other hand going around your waist and softly pinching your ass. You involuntarily gasp, barely controlling a groan. He always knows exactly how to make you squirm.

With that, you gently push back against his hand as he kneads the fragile skin in his palm. You lean into his touch, moaning into his neck.

"You're such a little slut for daddy, Y/N." He hums, slapping your ass before extending his hand up to your dress zipper. You gently swoon, your breath stuck in your throat. His right hand is still teasingly caressing your inner thigh. He carefully pulls your zipper down, allowing the dress to fall off your shoulders and reveal your black lace bra.

"Is this your apology?" You attempt to take a deep breath, without whining about how much he's taking you on with his dirty.

Okay, perhaps you'll forgive him sooner than you expected.

He grins and steps back to explore you over. "Not good enough? Hmm?" He smirks, softly hooking his thumb under your dress's strap and letting it slide down onto the chilly, tile floor around your ankles, leaving you in nothing but your undergarments and heels.

"You're already wet for me, sweetie." He coos as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up so your legs wrap around his waist. As you begin to grind against his hip, you gasp quietly at the pressure and frictions on your aching clit.

You can feel how tough he is, his cock still tucked inside his jeans. As you start grinding your hips into him, pressing against his bulge slope, he lets out a low sigh. "My, God-" your clit throbs for attention around the folded skin of yours, and your thighs quake once you get wetter and stickier.

You crave more of him, you need him inside you, pleasuring you.

Stephen raises you further higher, releasing you from your friction and pushing you back against the counter. You shudder at the chilly counter against your warm flesh, your eyes hazy and cheeks crimson from the lack of satisfaction.

He forces your legs spread, stands between them, and kisses you all over with his tongue and fangs. It's ravenous and deep, kiss-swollen and pleading on your lips. He let his fingers burn into your fold as skilfully pulled your underwear off, causing you to groan out the blubber.

"Look at you soaking, don't you want it so bad?" He's claiming you, leaving hickeys and bruises all over your body. "I'm going to make you scream my name, sweetheart."

In return, you moan heavily, breaths flowing out of your short pants, breathy moans filling the kitchen.

Stephen kneels between your knees, licking his lips, and grins up at you, lightly biting your thigh and sucking marks into your flesh as he moves up your fold towards your silky, moist pussy.

In single touch he does, totally enough to make you shudder, with shortness of gasps departing your lips. He keeps kissing your inner, trailing moist kisses up your silky legs while biting and sucking at the flesh. Soon, he'll be burying his face between your legs, sliding the tip of his tongue over your pussy lips and clit, tasting you as he goes.

You choke on the sudden focus on your puffy clit scratch with his chin hair growth. As you slump back, panting, his hands grasp the counter. "O-h fuck, mm," you push your hips a little closer to him, craving more of his nice, hot, and humid mouth on your pussy. Stephen clicks open-mouthed strikes over your slit, his tongue jetting out to suck inside your pussy lips, repeatedly, and you let out a loud groan.

As he kisses and chews your fold, he slides his tongue slowly and deliberately up onto your sensitive, his hands squeezing your hips. He comes to a brief halt, just good-long enough to give you a breather before planting a delicate kiss on your sweet spot once again.

"Oh, Steve—" You heart beat faster as he pushes a finger entering your watering cunt, teasingly nibbling around your clit. You tug his hair slightly, stroking through his bang.

Your thighs clench from the sensory overload as you climax, allowing Stephen to continue to tear you down by longingly drinking your secretions and pleasuring you through your orgasm.

As he rises, wet and panting, you let go of his hair, hurriedly removing his shirt, bending closer, and kissing your neck while slipping two fingers into your soaked pussy. Making you die in time to his devious tempo.

"You want my cock? You want me to fuck you here? " He asks smugly, shoving you up against the counter and whining as he takes his fingers out. You can watch his eyes expand to convey an overwhelming amount of pride.

You gasp aloud as he strokes your clit again, making you arch your back, too high to think clearly. His deep groan wrecks you once more, and he becomes even louder as you clutch his cock and grind his tip over your lobe.

His both palms pinch your hip cheek even more rigidly in place. "Fuck, Y/N." You now have a sense of how hard he holds his pre cum by your perky.

Before you know you win. He's already lining his hard, dripping his entire length up with your moist pussy, gently pushing into your flying cunt in one smooth stroke, both of you gasping loudly at the sensation.

It takes you both a second to relax before you notice him rotating his hips, sliding them in a good groove, pounding you underground and slow. "Oh, Fuck–Y/N, so fucking good baby, you like that?" Stephen moans and tilts your head as he wipes your perspiration with his thumb, repeating a torrent of nasty words into your ear as his warm breath brushes your skin.

You're gasping for air and screaming, falling back down against the cold counter as he fucks you no mercy, your lips wide and eyes glazed over with excitement as he hits you without letup and causes you to cry out in delight, your loud and passionate noises air was heavy mass.

As you get closer to another orgasm wave, your walls tighten around his massive cock, his cock hitting your spot virtually every time, your thighs shaking.

"God-You feels so good, I bet you love being fucked with my cock— Oh- baby, you taking it all so good." As he approaches his release, his prod becomes faster and thicker, and his hips twitch slightly.

You press your head against his neck, your cunt tightening or nearly wringing around him as you cum, shouting his name as you rake your nails over his shoulders, forcing him to cry out before shooting his seed into you. "Oh my god, Stephen."

His cock is wobbling, though - and his juice is still gushing out, overflowing yours.

For several minutes, the only sound in the kitchen is your ragged breathing and his cock still buried inside you.

He eventually gets out, still out of breath and weak-legged, grins, and kisses you tenderly. You can still taste yourself on him, and it's paradise until there's a loud scream from the entrance, Wong's shout booming across the kitchen as he slaps the door shut.

"What the hell… Are you two- Really?!" Wong yells, moving away from you both as your face heats up and you feel extremely beyond exposed. "This is too much for me!"

Stephen only smirks under his breath as his Cloak float in, hiding your nude body.

"Sorry, Wong." You squeal beneath the red blanket, watching as your man takes his things and kisses you afterward, shifting his head away from Wong for a little second as he winks and smirks.

Once you slowly open your eyes, you're already in the bedroom, naked, with Stephen at the bed's edge, his paw gripping, toying with your bust, capturing your nipple with his gobble tongue, and naively staring up at your face.

You exhale slowly, actually nearly moaning.

"Ready for my next apology, daring?"

#stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange fanfiction #doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange one shot #stephen strange one shot #marvel fanfiction #doctor strange in the multiverse of madness #stephen strange x female reader #doctor strange x female reader #multiverse of madness #the cloak of levitation #doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor strange imagine #stephen strange imagine #Wong #america chavez

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

anyway I adore Kingsley so have a character study I guess <3

Kingsley bounds to the front of the ship, looking out at the water with childlike glee. Childlike is right, he’s technically not even three months old. Sometimes he feels older, sometimes he really does feel like the child the others seem to think he is.

Everything is still so fascinating and new but also familiar. The ship isn’t familiar, neither is the water, but the people are. Jester and Fjord. It feels as though he should know them but he doesn’t.

Every so often he gets a flash of a memory, Jester smiling up at him, whispering to him in Infernal. Or Fjord bisecting some kind of creature with a sword.

He doesn’t tell them as much, doesn’t want them to get their hopes up that whoever inhabited this body before him is returning. He’s not that person anymore, either of them, and it’s taking them all some adjusting.

Kingsley takes a big breath of salty air as the wind blows his coat back, certain with every bone in his body, that he's never done this before.

They tell him he used to read fortunes. And apparently they’re right. His hands know the worn deck of tarot cards Jester hands him. He knows how to get the card he wants to the top and how to trick his customer into thinking he’s genuine. Kingsley hates it. It’s not him. It’s something else, someone else in his head bleeding through.

So he gives the tarot cards back to Jester. The next time they make port he purchases a worn book on palm reading. He reads through it in one night, burning a candle down to the stand. And the next day he spends hours just staring at his palm. 

His life line is frayed, splitting off into three lines. He traces a nail through them, wondering which one is his. Wondering if it even matters.

His heartline is the deepest one. It means you love deeply and completely, the book had said. And that’s the one he’s become fixated on. How can his hand know more about him than he does? It doesn’t make any sense and yet at the same time it makes the most sense of it all. This hasn’t always been his body. Maybe the line was meant for someone else. Lucien? Mollymauk? 

Sometimes when he lies in his hammock below decks, he’ll trace that line over and over again, hoping beyond anything that it belongs to him.

The nightmares are the worst part. More often than not in the early months, he wakes up screaming names he barely knows, looking at faces he doesn’t remember. He dreams of a city made of roiling flesh. He dreams of a snowy road and a sharp blade. He dreams of a figure in red staring down at him. He dreams of dirt and ash and books and eyes. So many eyes. 

Nothing but fucking eyes.

Jester is always there to comfort him. She’s good at that. She’ll hold him in her arms, let him cry and babble on and on about his dreams, switching mindlessly between Common and Infernal. She doesn’t judge. She doesn’t tell anyone.

She’ll braid his hair and sing a song her mother wrote her. Kingsley doesn’t know his mother. He doubts he ever will. And it eats at him far more than he would ever let on. Jester never sees his thumb digging into his life line almost hard enough to cut the skin.

Unlike the others, Caduceus has no expectations of him. He is a welcome friend, despite their many differences. It's Caduceus that Kingsley talks to when he can no longer stand the thought of staring at his palm, wondering what it all means.

Caduceus takes his hand, gentle as ever, and turns his hand over so Kingsley can no longer see the lines. He taps his thumb against the scar on the back of Kingsley's hand, asks him how he got it.

Kingsley is prepared to say he doesn't know, that it's a relic from Molly or Lucien. But then he takes a better look at it and smiles, telling Caduceus that it's from when Fjord tried to teach him to cook and a huge wave rocked the ship making him cut himself.

And in that instant, Kingsley understands the point Caduceus is trying to make. It doesn't matter who came before him, it doesn't matter which lines are his, because at the end of the day it's his body now. Every day he's figuring out who he is, he's adopting mannerisms, he's learning. And he's growing.

And that has to be enough.

#my fic #mighty nein #cr spoilers #critical role #kingsley tealeaf

[veritable-trash]

The He-Man Chronicles

hahahahahahahah i'm staring at this gif very very normally thank you

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Words: 7.9K(hah i love him your honor)

Prompt this be a request babayyyyy:

[ GRADUAL ]  for receiver to slowly undress sender,  caressing and kissing every part of them they expose. 

[ APPROACH ]  our muses haven’t been intimate yet and receiver finally broaches the subject to sender.

Warning: 18+ it's smut, PiV, fingering, oral F and M receiving, Eddie talks a lot(yes that is a warning), drug use so like can be seen as under the influence non-con if you squint, let me know if i missed anything i am still new at this whole thing heh :)))

A/N: OK YALL THIS IS DIRECTLY FROM MY REQUESTS, a most beautiful anonymous individual dropped this off as a gift to me and my brain went WILD. I am very sorry to anon if this isn't the character you had in mind since it is my first time writing for him, but I just got like mad inspired so if you want me to write this prompt with a different character or if you didn't like my interpretation you go ahead and tell me and i will very much get on fixing that just please allow me this one sin 😌 it's been a minute since i've been this obsessed with an individual and eddie has just got me wrapped around his little fingers now doesn't he!!! me and eddie have kinda similar hair and both love weed and i think that's hot and i really wanted to get this done before the new episodes drop because i am TERRIFIED of what is to become of my baby. ya literally freaking out, obsessed, want to die, love him so so so so so so so much who am i. again giving this anon the biggest hugs and most aggressive forehead kisses literally ever because they gave me the inspiration to do this and be slutty and emotional on the MAIN! i LOVE them for allowing me this! so please enjoy send me all your eddie disgusting beautiful delicious thoughts and good luck to all my eddie girlies, tonight we ride 🤠

ok apologies i know this is already way too fucking long kill me with a butter knife but i have to point to @chaseadrian and @inklore who are doing GODS WORK with their eddie writing please i beg go read, it is so good ok sorry i'll shut up please enjoy!

also minimally edited i had to stop looking at it so forgive me please 🫠

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It always started like this.

Eddie brought the weed, you rolled the joints, and then cartoons for hours.

You and him were so simple, like a river flowing to sea, a course already predetermined and known that it was hard picturing life without him sometimes. 

You’d been rolling together side by side since 6th grade english where the two of you made your teacher cry and then spent all of detention, heads together, trying to come up with the greatest revenge plot of all time. She’d been a menace and you and Eddie had had enough of it. But the revenge never came to be and that didn’t really end up mattering. You’d found your best friend.

He was the confidant you’d always wanted. The person who never shied away from any conversation. Eddie wanted to talk and he wanted to listen and he just wanted to know every fucking thing about you. His eyes read you inside and out like a creased and worn out paperback, soft from how often those eyes have traversed those pages. You were soft on him.

Long story short, that was how vengeful 6th graders turned blood bonded confidants turned into the drug dealing freaks of Hawkins High. 

Somewhere along the way you both realized weed made shit a hell of a lot more fun, and a little extra pocket money never hurt. Like everything else between you two it had become your thing. You and Eddie had spent hours one fateful summer perfecting your joint rolling skills, or as Eddie would call it “doobie time” and the rest was history.

You’d never minded being labeled the freaks, never minded that the jocks were incessant about their hatred of you two, Hellfire, honestly anyone that wasn’t like them. Because Eddie was always right at your side ready to knock em down a few pegs and then erase any hurt with his goofy smile that made everything feel just a bit lighter.

Even though you didn’t get DnD and refused to play, he’d always made sure you felt some level of included. He’d nicknamed you Fae because you reminded him of some faerie princess he’d written into a campaign they’d been doing at the time and even gave you an honorary Hellfire t-shirt. The shirt had smelled like him and it had made you swoon but you refused to read into it any of the sweet gestures and delicious smelling shirts. That was just how Eddie was.

Eddie was your rock and you were his safe place to land and in so many ways it was hard for either of you to spend too much time apart. And so you had made a promise early in your friendship that Friday nights were claimed for the two of you. A ritual of sorts to let go of the bullshit of the week and just be. You and Eddie and joints and He-Man. 

“Honestly speaking, He-Man is my ideal man. I mean the bob, the bangs, the voice? It’s just a package deal that cannot be ignored.”

Eddie snorted beside you, his lips turning up as his heavy lidded eyes scan your face. He’d been doing that a lot lately. Just looking at you. 

His lips are wrapped around joint number 3? 4? And it’s hard not to zero in on his mouth, the softness and fullness of his lips sinking your mind somewhere warm and molten. You aren’t even sure what time it is anymore and your eyes are half open at best, but somehow the fog clouding the space behind your eyes clears just enough for Eddie to be the only thing visible. Your only real focus. 

“Honestly speaking Fae, no one asked if you thought He-Man was the ideal man, but the fact that you just willingly gave up that information is something more pertinent for us to discuss. Please tell me, what is it about the most powerful man in the universe that truly speaks to you?”

“Oh shut up. You’re all jokes and honestly most of them are awful, sorry to break the news.”

You shove at his shoulder and ever the drama queen, he falls back, sprawling out on the carpet, hands clutching at his heart. His curls fan out around him, twisting and curving, framing his head like a halo, and there’s that edge to his eyes, a sort of golden fire that has been coming to the surface more and more when you’re together. It’s a sharpness of something secret that you can’t seem to place.  

“Ah! You wound me! Sticks and stones and words all hurt me the same you know.”

“Eddie I swear to god you are a fucking nutcase sometimes.”

Your mind is swimming in the liquid brown of his eyes as he pears up at you from the floor. His laugh caresses your ears as smoke curls from his lips and he blinds you. He looks so soft, every part of him, his eyes, his hair, his t-shirt, seem gilded in a warm honey glow you’re fairly certain is due to the drugs curling around your synapses. But even if it is the weed, you’re still fairly certain curling up into his side would feel like drowning in warm, cottony sheets fresh out the dryer. It has your head spinning and hazy with feelings you haven’t yet defined in your head. Probably still too afraid to figure it out, but holy shit is he beautiful.

“Wait what did you say?” 

Oh fuck. Did you seriously just fucking say that out loud? 

Shit. This is exactly why you stick to two joints, max. As soon as you went past that your tongue gets heavy with all the words you’re always too anxious to say and proceeds to catapult every whim that flits across your brain out into the world for anyone and everyone to hear. 

And today, delightfully, it got to be Eddie.

“I was just- I just- Well what do you think I said?”

“Well this is a tough one, you know with you sitting so far away from me and all, but I believe I heard you say something about me being beautiful? Possibly? Maybe?”

He props himself up on his elbows and scoots closer to you eyes brimming with question and hope? It’s hard to tell with the smoke filling the air, your lungs, your brain, but you almost feel like of everything, hope is the clearest. His tongue peaks out to wet his bottom lip, his teeth just catching onto the pillowy flesh there, and you have to focus on intaking breath or you’re fairly certain you’d forget to breath all together with how he’s looking at you.

“Uh well yes I-uh ya I mean come on of course you’re beautiful I mean you have to know that! The cheerleaders that buy weed from us pretend that you’re a gross freak but I heard Kristina in calc talking about how she thinks you’ve got a lot going on down stairs and how she’d really really like to find out. You know, everyone loves a bad boy.”

“Do you?”

“Wait wha- what?”

“Do you like a bad boy?”

That gives you pause. He’s completely ignored the fact that Kristina Taylor wants to see his dick and that just didn’t really track in your brain. She was probably the hottest girl at Hawkins and all the guys in Hellfire wax very poetically, at length, about how nice her tits are on at least a daily basis. Except Eddie, but you’d chalked that up to his assumed “manners”, and that he was just being respectful and hiding his lust. 

And to make matters even more confusing his eyes are shifting, darkening to more of a chestnut brown with shades of need that you have a sneaking suspicion have zero to do with Kristina. Because he’s looking directly at you again, like he has been doing quite a lot these past few weeks, and it’s making you sweat. 

You can feel your pulse in your fingertips as they press harder into the ground as if you’re trying to steady yourself from this giant shift happening between you and Eddie in his bedroom.

With He-Man on in the background. 

It was all very discombobulating. 

“I mean well ya I guess so, but don’t flatter yourself E. I’ve seen you shoot milk out your nose honestly too many times to count and that concerns me. Who knows, it could be a health condition! Maybe you have the weirdest milk related illness of all time, really gonna beat all those losers who’re lactose intolerant. They’ve got nothing on you.”

Eddie stays quiet even as his lips twitch up again into a soft grin. If there’s one thing Eddie is a pro at it’s seeing straight through your bullshit diversions.

But he doesn’t call you out on it this time. He just pushes himself the rest of the way up scooting himself closer to where you’re sprawled out against the side of his bed. There’s a precision to his movements tinged with caution as if he’s afraid to spook you.

It’s then you realize how your shoulders have hitched up and your fingers are curled into the carpet. Knuckles white and bones groaning, you must look like a corned animal. 

He finally bridges the gap between you, his hand coming up, the joint still burning between his fingertips, smoke curling and twining around itself up towards the ceiling. Your fingers brush at the exchange and you see his chest twitch with a stuttered breath at the same time you hear your own catch. It feels fizzy and light as it skitters up your arm over your shoulder and down your spine. You have to restrain the shiver. 

Eddie looks no less affected. 

Your lips wrap around the filter of the joint and you inhale deep, needing something to distract from the headiness filling the air threatening to pull you under. It fails almost instantly. 

The smoke floating from between your lips seems to only pull Eddie in closer, his eyes dropping down to watch the smoke curl from between your lips up into your nose. His lips part and you can see how his chest expands on the inhale, as if he’s trying to suck the smoke swirling out of your lungs straight into his. 

You quickly inhale another puff and then pass it back to him, avoiding his touch at all costs and averting your eyes from his gaze that feels like its stripping you bare. Eddie’s rings glint in the low light of his bedroom as he taps the ash off the joint and stubs it out into the ashtray. His head turns back to look at you and he slowly slides himself to sit in front of your crossed legs, his frame now blocking out He-Man, the only distraction you had left. 

“Hey. Hey Fae what’s going on up there? I know this weeds strong but you’re leaving me. Where ya going?”

There’s a sort of stillness wrapping itself around your ankles and crawling up your calves. You can see it in his eyes, he wants you to ask, ask what this tension, this thickness filling the air is all about. And he wants to tell you, desperately, wants to break the dam and let everything spill out all over the floor so it’s finally not suffocating you both.  

If only you'd ask.

So you decide you will.

“E what’s going on here? I can’t with you looking at me like that. And don’t even ask me what that means because if I knew then I would tell you but I have no fucking clue and everything feels so confusing and fuck you weren’t kidding this weed is really, really strong.”

The words are tumbling, skittering, bursting from between your lips and it takes everything you have to suck in a breath and stop the word vomit from steering into territory that was much too scary to verbalize. Though it feels like it’s already sprinting in that direction, like a runaway train that has no chance of stopping, the only thing left to do is get ready for the carnage.   

You peak up at him from beneath your lashes and his eyes are open with an aching vulnerability as if he’s letting you look into his soul. As if he really, really wants you too dive into his eyes and see it all. 

His hand wraps around your ankle and the sear of his warm skin interwoven with the biting chill of his silver rings shoots up your leg and settles in your core, hot and torrid. You can barely breath, trying fruitlessly to hide your gasps for breath from Eddie’s ever watchful eyes.

The two of you haven���t been able to break eye contact and the temperature of the room starts to climb quickly like a kettle about to boil over. He drags your foot into his lap, his other hand curling around the juncture of your knee, squeezing just so and your sharp intake of breath sounds like a bomb in the hush of the room. His eyes flicker down to your mouth and they darken to a shade that has your stomach twisting itself into knots. 

God this is too much, he still hasn’t spoken and you think you might start melting into the carpet if he doesn’t do something fast. What that something is you’re not totally sure but you’d love to find out, and soon. 

“Fae, I ca- I’m about to say something really stupid but here goes nothing. I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want you. I just- Fuck do I want you and you’re my best friend but also the person I think about when my hand is wrapped around my dick, which sorry that's way too much information but honestly it’s just really hard to think around you sometimes when I want you in every way humanly possible and it feels like you’re always just out of reach.”

“But you also have to know, have to believe me when I say if you don’t feel the same, I will never bring this up again. Ever again. But I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. Not when you’re looking at me like that, and I can see how you’re out of breath just like me and it feels like you might be losing it just as bad.” 

Your vision seems to glaze over and then flicker back as he talks, the gravel and need in his tone setting off all of your synapses and sends you flying into a deep-rooted, aching lust. The feelings and want that have been simmering under layers and layers of fear and dismissal, now breaking through the cracks and fissures Eddie’s proclamations have unleashed upon all your safeguards. You feel like a volcano about to explode, like you’re this close from ripping yourself apart with everything building and building and building within you.  

He falls into you like his words are propelling him forward, the momentum shoving you both into a new chapter. His chest pushes up against the front of your leg, his chin hovering just above your knee, and you can feel his chest rising and falling through his soft cotton t-shirt, the heat of him seeping into your bare skin. His eyes are flitting across your features, eyes, nose, lips, chin, cheeks, and your face heats with his focus and attention. 

He’s so close you can almost count his eyelashes, see the the lines in his lips where they’ve gotten slightly chapped. One of his crossed legs stretches open to rest against yours, and now you’re caged in on both sides, his hand still gripping your knee, squeezing every so often so you don’t forget that he’s there.  

You feel like you might just lunge at him at any moment, like a rubber band stretched till it’s breaking point. One more word from him and you might just throw yourself off the cliff edge, you’re not totally sure if you’d even want to stop yourself. 

“I- well I guess I might be feeling the same way, and honestly speaking, I’ve been thinking about you too. Or whatever.”

The spell finally breaks and your eyes drop instantly to the hand wrapped around your knee, his eyes finally getting the better of you. You’d just said so much, it all feels too much, and yet you don’t want to stop, because for some reason it seems like everything might turn out the way your heart really, truly wants it to. 

But you’re absolutely fucking terrified nonetheless. 

Eddie stays silent, but he moves almost instantly, the hand around your ankle gliding up your calf before sliding around your neck, into your hair, and his thumb catches under your chin, lifting till you’re forced to look at him. 

It’s like sparklers are going off in your belly, chest, head, cunt. He’s looking at you as if he wants to inhale you like the smoke that’s been rolling around between you two all night. You feel consumed by him and this moment and the smirk crossed with a timid smile laced across his lips makes your heart squeeze with a want that’s starting to twist into something almost feral.  

“You know what I think is really crazy? The fact that you know I like you, and I know you like me, and even though all I can think about sometimes is kissing you, I still haven’t kissed you yet. That just seems like a real shame if you ask me.”

His voice has dropped into a gravelly rumble, though still lilting in the way that Eddie is always joking, always light. Always your Eddie. His eyes are one and the same, a darkening brown, yet twinkling with an excitement and want that sends goosebumps skittering across your flesh. 

He’s leaning in closer now, and his hand shifts, thumb stroking at your cheek as his fingers press into the skin behind your ear and further into your hair. You instinctively lean into his hand, skull pushing back against his fingers, wanting him to card them deeper into your hair and pull.

“E, please kiss me.”

“Dang, if you just gave me a second I was abou-“

Your lips touch down on his, cupping the plush of his lower lip, muffling the words leaving his tongue. You both freeze for a breath, until Eddie groans from somewhere deep in his chest and everything gets set ablaze.

His fingers card into your hair, pressing into your scalp, as his hand wraps around your knee and tugs your leg out to wrap around his hip. His body crowds into you, and your other leg naturally unfolds, winding around him till you have to shift up and into his lap.  

It all happens in what feels like a heart beat and now you’re sitting nose to nose with the boy of possibly your dreams, and he’s looking at you with such softness and such reverence that it leaves you spinning. 

Emotions are painted across his features and especially his eyes that are peering into yours, trying to read every one of your thoughts. And you want him to. You want him to see the yearning, the lust, the need. You would be willing to strip yourself bare for him and he for you. 

His hands squeeze at your waist, pinky fingers hooking under the seam of your shirt to press into your bare skin, and the touch swirls around your body, spreading through you until your hips can’t help but roll into his and—

Your eyes lock and you can feel him. Pressing up against the zipper of his jeans, into the cradle of your thighs, and even through the two layers of denim, you can fell him. It sends your thoughts tumbling down, down, down to the molten center of you that’s been burning and churning since you two light up that first joint. 

Eddie sucks in a breath, lips pressed shut, and a light whine cracks in the back of his throat as if it’s been torn out of him. His nose bumps into yours, his eyelashes fluttering against your cheek as his lips move to your jaw, down to your neck. 

A keen rises to the tip of your tongue as he licks at your pulse, thick and hot, teeth nipping softly in its wake. His hands are slowly starting to guide your hips, rocking you forward and back over the zipper of his jeans. Every pass over your clit leaves you whimpering out into the humid air and your fingers tangle in his hair, trying fruitlessly to ground yourself in the silky strands. 

His breath puffs out against your throat as he bumps his forehead into your jaw affectionately, and you can feel the press of his teeth as he smiles into your throat. 

“Fae, baby, I wa-want to see all of you, is that ok? Let me undress you, I want to make you feel so good. Please.”

He’s begging you, tone needy and gruff, as he nuzzles into your neck like some love sick puppy and you can’t feel, think, smell, taste, hear anything but him.  

“God, yes, please, please yes.”

Your lips latch onto each others again, a burning intensity singeing the edges of every torrid press of lips. The damn has finally broken and you’re both frantic to feel. An all consuming ache to be skin to skin, devouring you both.  

His hands slide around your thighs, settling down to cup your ass as he shifts up onto his knees, lifting you those final few inches to sit you up on his bed. The shift in angle leaves him gazing up at you if only for a breath, his eyes welling with reverence, as if praying before an altar. You can feel how hot you are between your legs and you wonder if he can feel it too. Feel how you’re burning up for him from the inside out. 

His lips draw back a breath, dancing over yours, just brushing past, only to pull away every time you desperately try to fall into him. A dizziness is filling your head, leaving you dazed, eyes glazing over with how he’s leaving you on a razors edge. Touching you, but not quite, every pass just shy of the touch you’re truly aching for. 

“Baby lift your arms for me ok? Let me see you.”

He ducks his head down as his fingers catch on the hem of your shirt, slowly dragging the fabric up the skin of your sides, yours ribs, fingers pressing in every so often, as though memorizing the flesh. His mouth follows shortly behind, imprinting the shape of his kisses onto the skin next to your belly button, over your ribs, onto your sternum, between your collarbones, your neck, and finally returning to your lips, your shirt disappearing somewhere far behind him though you seriously couldn’t care less. 

You stay there, tongues tangling and swirling around each other, a small moment of slowness breaking through the chaos. Your nails catch against the back of his shirt and he helps you pull it off of him, every movement syrupy and soft. It’s like you’re drowning in this little blink of time. 

His bare skin is a furnace under your touch, seeping warmth into your chest and heart, heating you slowly until all of a sudden you’re burning up for more. You whine onto his tongue as your fingers twist a little tighter into his hair, showing him you need more because you’ve definitely lost the ability to speak, words now a foreign concept.  

“Fuck, you need more ya? Is that what you want Fae? You want more?”

All you can manage is a few mhms as his lips suck hard at your throat, stinging, surely leaving a mark. But you want him to mark you, dripping at the thought of waking up tomorrow to small purple kisses littering your skin.

You grind your hips against his chest, seeking some sort of friction before you self combust. You’re gasping against his neck as he continues his assault on yours. The heat licking up your spine is driving you almost to madness, the pulse between your thighs incessant and all consuming an almost roar in your ears. You think he might be saying something, whispering it against your skin but your brain is too focused on everything else you can’t be sure. It’s like you’ve decided to ignore everything other than the need to feel him stretching you open, pressing you down onto his bed and letting you feel every inch of him. 

Eddie’s whines coats your lips and you finally notice that he’s moving too, hips grinding into the side of his bed trying desperately to find some kind of relief. Your nails claw at his back as you try and get him even closer, the steady rock of his body into yours lighting you up like a pyre.  

Your lips can barely touch, pants and gasps and moans breaking the contact with every breath, the slow roll of both of your hips pushing you both higher and higher towards something blisteringly white-hot. 

His fingers latch onto the button of your jean shorts, popping it open and pulling down the zipper, hands spreading out to wrap around your hips pawing at the fabric, trying desperately to rid you of the offending material. His lips settle against the valley between your tits and press, pushing you back till you’re sprawled out on the bed under him. You lift your hips and you both are finally able to wrestle the denim down your legs and off into the ether that is the rest of Eddie’s bedroom. 

You could be in Mordor right now and you would have no fucking clue.  

“You are so fucking beautiful, you know that? Like holy shit, are you beautiful.”

Eddie’s lips press into the swell of each of your tits, licking at the edge of your bra playfully.

“May I?” 

“You may.”

It shatters you in the best way that even though you both are about to fuck like there is no tomorrow, are finally going to act on feelings that have been growing for years, you’re still just two idiots. The grins and giggles you share so tender and yet so depraved. 

Your bra follows the exact same path as your shirt and pants, the ether consuming it or maybe it’s burning in Mount Doom. 

Eddie’s hands cup your breasts, thumbs just barely brushing over your nipples, and your stomach jolts. He settles your quivering muscles with a kiss just below your ribs and then he sucks your breasts into his mouth.

The heat of his wet tongue barrels through you, hips canting up against him, a groan crackling and breaking out of your chest. The blunt edges of his teeth dig into your flesh and you are definitely about to loose your mind. No doubt about it because he is driving you up the wall with every stroke of his tongue. 

“Eddie, fuck how does this feel so good? How are you so good at this? You have so much explaining to- fu-uck.”

Another drag of his teeth over your other nipple has you shutting up instantly. You don’t care how many people he’s fucked, who they are, where they are, fuck em because Eddie’s currently shredding you apart and it’s tortured bliss. 

His laugh is muffled as he sucks another mark onto your flesh, and the vibration of it ripples over your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. He continues his assault, switching between tongue, lips and teeth, never letting you settle on one sensation for too long. Your cunt clenches around nothing, heightening your need to have him filling you, zeroing your brain in on the need to feel his cock in your hands, in your mouth, in your cunt. 

Your hands drop from the death grip you’ve had on his hair, and Eddie has the audacity to whine, sinking his teeth in just a tad bit harder in protest, but you can’t not feel him. You think you might die if you don’t wrap your hands around his cock this very instant.  

Eddie’s grunt of surprise is quickly followed by a long deep groan as your hands finally snake their way down to palm at his length through his jeans. His hips stutter as he rocks into your palm, finally letting you feel what will soon be splitting you in half. The flip in control is thrilling, and you squeeze him just a bit harder, drinking up the noises pouring from his lips. 

Your teeth drag down his throat in time with you undoing his jeans, and Eddie is frantic as he stands on shaky legs to kick them off, sending them once again into the volcano. 

He’s mesmerizing, hair falling around his face as he looks down at you, eyes a dark mahogany with how worked up he is for you, a shy smile gracing his beautiful features, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than the tent in his boxers and the spot of wetness darkening the navy cotton. He almost looks bashful but then he sees your tongue wet your bottom lip and how your hooded eyes are drinking in the sight of him and the nervousness dissipates. 

“Fae, you know you could take a picture, I heard it lasts longer.”

Your eyes snap up to his and he’s clearly joking but there’s a slight crease between his brow and you can tell he’s about two seconds away from snapping, nearly panting above you. 

“Eddie, if you wanted me to suck your dick all you had to do was ask.”

He groans, fingers and rings tangling into your hair as he angles your head up to look at him. His thumb presses into your bottom lip, forcing them to part and your tongue brushes against his skin. He stares straight into your eyes as your hands wrap around the waistband of his boxers and pull down, your eyes dropping to watch as he finally gets laid bare before you. 

You whine, it just can’t be helped because his cock is fucking fantastic. Never did you think you’d ever describe a mans cock as fantastic but here you were doing exactly that. He’s thick but not overwhelmingly so, just a little past the point of comfort, enough that you know you’ll feel him tomorrow and ache for him all over again. 

A bead of precum leaks from the tip and without a thought you lean down and lick it into your mouth. Eddie’s whole body twitches, rings biting into your scalp as he tries to keep his eyes open to watch you taste him for the first time.

He tastes fucking divine.

“Fuck, Fae you can’t just say shit like that jesus fucking christ you’re driving me insane.”

Whoops, guess the weed is still in effect leaving you loose lipped, or maybe it was just his cock. Honestly it could be either or. 

You don’t merit his words with a response, instead sliding down to the floor between his legs and licking up the underside of him, hand wrapping around the base. His hand falls to the mattress behind you, his strength giving out at feeling your lips wrapped snug around him and his cock jolts deeper into your throat causing you to gag and sputter. 

He pulls out quickly, apologies rushing out of him but you stop him as quickly as he pulls out, sucking him back between your lips and even deeper this time, letting him feel your throat struggle with the length of him. 

Curses punch out of his lungs as you work him over, drool pooling on your tongue as you take him into your mouth over and over and over again. You don’t know how long you’re down there for but it’s nowhere near long enough before he’s hooking his hands under your arms and throwing you back onto the bed. 

“Jesus, if you thought I had some fucking explaining to do I am going to need some answer real quick about where the fuck you learned how to do that. But god just look at you, so fucking pretty and all for me.”

The combination of his words and watching him drop to his knees between your spread thighs leaves you somehow nervous, your hands coming up to cover your eyes from his blistering stare. His eyes feel like they’re burning you, torching your skin with unbridled need.

You peak out at him from between your fingers and find him smiling at you, head leaning against the inside of your knee, his hair tickling your skin. It’s almost too intimate, the change between depravity and sweetness jarring and heart warming. You’re shy yet sure, even in these moments of such deep vulnerability where it feels like your heart is just out in the open for him to take or destroy, because you know he’s in the same boat, on the same page, heart live and beating on the table right next to yours. 

You watch each other for a second, some level of safety found in only seeing one another through the slits between your shaky fingers. Still enough hidden away to make it feel safe. His eyes dance with that same vibrancy that Eddie always has simmering just under the surface, but it feels so much better now that it’s pointed at you.

That you are the one making Eddie glow like this. 

A rumbling groan shakes itself out of Eddie as his eyes flutter down and land on your panties and the damp spot growing where they cover your entrance. You can feel how sopping wet you are, have been, and Eddie leans forward eyes zeroing in, his hands slowly tracking up your thighs. His mouth traces its way up your skin, incisors snagging every so often, until his mouth is just inches from your core. He presses his fingers into the meat of your thighs and pushes you open, exposing your clothed cunt to the cold air and his hot mouth.

You can feel it, your wetness catching the puffs of air escaping from between his lips. You can see your thighs twitching with the lightness of the sensation and Eddies eyes darken, flicking up to catch you drinking in his every movement, every change of expression. 

He’s intoxicating to you. 

His tongue flicks out and traces you through the fabric, the touch muted yet somehow all consuming. Your hips jolt, hard, and Eddie barely avoids getting his jaw knocked. He preens a bit at seeing how worked up he’s gotten you, but graciously doesn’t leave you needy for long.

He dips back, his hands dragging your panties down your legs, finally laying you bare, and his breaths fan across your pussy, ghosting over the newly exposed skin. You swear you almost cum right there. 

Your eyes lock again and he finally licks into you. Deep and hot and so wet, it sounds almost too vulgar, an d yet shivers race up and down your spin sending your back arching up to the ceiling. He dives into you and holy fuck is it the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. 

His arms lock across your hips to keep you under him and then he eats your pussy with abandon. He’s humming and groaning into your fluttering cunt and ever vibration from his tongue makes you see stars and feel like fireworks are bursting under your skin. You can feel your orgasm building itself up brick by molten brick in the pit of your stomach and it’s hard to hold still, to keep quiet when you feel as though you might explode into a million tiny little pieces. 

You sound pathetic, moans breathy and more so just pitiful gasps for air. His tongue pushes at your entrance, and you keen as your thighs flex around his ears. There are only stars behind your lids and you grapple at his curls to try and keep yourself grounded in some reality as you careen out into god knows fucking where.

The mix of licking and sucking and flicking and swirling has you dizzy and so undone that you almost don’t notice his finger pressing into you until the stretch and the iciness of his rings sucks the breath out of your lungs. You double over, shuddering and gushing at the push and stretch and million and one sensations hurtling across all of your senses, groaning out Eddie’s name desperately. 

“Oh fuck, yes, does that feel good? Fuck your pussy feels so good, so tight fuck, can I fuck you, please god can I-?”

“Jesus yes god yes, Eddie, please, please, please.”

The two of you are falling apart, tumbling head first into something earth shattering. Your eyes can barely stay open to watch him, eyes rolling back with every deep press of his fingers. 

He pumps his finger in deep, thumb catching to circle at your clit and you roll your hips up into his palm, shivering and stuttering with every movement. He’s towering over you, mouth parted, awe scrawled across his face as his tongue darts out every so often to skate over his lips, as though he can still taste you there as he watches himself finger fuck you. 

You whine far too loud when he pulls his finger out of you, your eyes snapping open, lips ready to beg him to fill you again, but his groan cuts you off and you watch, shell-shocked, as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking you off of his skin as his eyes roll back, your name a garbled whisper around his digits. Your hips grind against air, now absolutely unhinged with how much you’re aching for him. 

His fingers leave his mouth with a soft pop, and he stares you down as he drops his hand to push two fingers inside you, curling and pressing up into the soft heart of you. Every press hurtling a whine out of your lungs and you can feel how he’s working your over, building you up to some great peak you can’t see quite yet in the fog of lust. 

He keeps pushing and pushing and pushing till all of sudden the fog clears as though it’s been burned away by some ball of flame and you’re launched off the edge, a moment of hang time and confusion lasting for just a blink before you’re shaking and moaning and cursing up to the heavens. Your orgasm rams through you, blowing everything to dust and ash and Eddie has to practically wrestle you down onto the bed with how hard you buck in his hold. 

Your hips are stuttering on his fingers as he works you through wave after wave. You can’t seem to decide if it’s too much or not enough, hips jumping at every pass over your sensitive clit yet still coming back for just one more lick of pained-laced paradise. Your chest is heaving with exertion and you can feel Eddie’s lips pressing into the soft skin of your stomach, a whisper of your name pulling your eyes back down to his. 

His fingers twist around yours pulling your hand up to his lips for a soft, wet kiss. You drag both of your hands up to your mouth kissing over the spot he just touched and you can taste yourself on your skin. Your thighs are still shaking under his forearms but your heart rate final starts to slow as you gaze into his pretty eyes, your lips lifting into the softest of smiles.  

"You’re going soft on me Fae. Who would have guessed you’d get all love-sick puppy dog eyes on me, very out of character for my High Fae Princess of the Seven Realms.”

“Eddie you little piece of shit, I swear to god!"

You start to sit up, trying to pull your hand away to properly shove at him but Eddie’s quick and your body is still in post-orgasm haze. He snatches up your wrists and pins them above your head, crawling up tills his eyes line up with yours and you can’t ignore the Cheshire Cat grin plastered across his face. He’s acting like he’s somehow trapped you with his “wit” and “brute strength”, but you both know you didn’t really put up that much of a fight.

His eyes soften, milk chocolate swirls hypnotizing you, as he peers down at you like some precious memento. 

“So we’re doing this ya? I-I mean not just like the sex part, though that’s been fucking rad, but you know everything else?”

“E are you asking me to be your girlfriend right now? As we lie here, naked, you decide this is the perfect moment? You’ve really got some sense of timing there, I’ll give you that.”

Eddie scowls at you, his face flushing the most adorable shade of pink and you’re quick to put him out of his misery, stretching up to close those final few inches between your lips. The kiss is soft, adoration passed between your lips as you show him your answer. 

“Of course we’re doing this Eddie, I don’t think I could imagine life without you most days.”

His hand reaches over to his bedside table, lips moving to devour yours as he rummages through the drawer in search of a condom. You watch as he rips open the foil with his teeth and sheaths himself, and it’s almost embarrassing how fucking hot it all is. Your nails claw into his shoulders, even that little bit of space too much for you to bear.

He rocks into the bowl of your hips, the head of his cock passing over your clit leaving you both shivering into each other until he finally catches against your aching entrance and presses just the tip of him in, a whoosh of air leaving both of your lungs as you feel the heat of each other for the first time. 

“Baby I gotta be honest, I’m not gonna last I’m not even inside of you yet and I think I’m losing my fucking mind so I’m going to apologize in advance for busting way way way too quick. Please just, you know, take it as a compliment because you are hot as fuck.”

He’s rambling against your lips as he saws back and forth pressing just a tad deeper with every thrust. If your head wasn’t absolutely empty aside from the need to feel his cock splitting you, you would maybe even blush with how sweet the entirety of this situation is, but right now you need Eddie more than the air in your lungs.

“Jesus Eddie I don’t fucking care, I’m fucking losing my mind, please just fuck m-“

You choke out a garbled moan as he slides all the way into you, hips nestling together, his stomach brushing over yours. His jaw drops open and his lower teeth catch under your jaw as he gasps against your skin, choking out the filthiest whine you’ve ever heard. Your cunt spasms around him and the whine sharpens into a keen. 

He pulls back until just the head of him is still inside of you and his eyes drop to watch as he pushes back in, his arms almost buckling at the sight. Your foreheads press together as you watch him saw in and out, cock glinting in the smoky light of the room with how fucking wet you are. 

It all starts to build so quickly, the heat of his cock triggering something deep in your chest and your core. You can see the freight train in the distance and know there’s no way to stop it, just have to hope you can prepare yourself for impact.

He’s panting into your neck, whispering your name, how good you feel, whispering words your brain barely has the capacity to hear with how good he’s making you feel. His hips are already faltering with every push inside of you, cock already so sensitive from all of the building to this moment. Your body also can’t decide whether you’re too overworked, or if you need more friction to finish you. 

The latter seems to win out.

Even in his supposed stupor, Eddie somehow still puts you first. His hand finds its way back between your legs, and his thumb settles to press firm circles over your clit. Your legs start to shake even as your arms lock up around Eddie’s neck, too many sensations taking over and your body needing to cling to something for dear life. 

His lips find their way under your ear and as he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin you cum. 

Your body caves in on itself, muscles locking up around him from the pleasures he’s choking you with. You have no sense of time or sound or sight, no clue what sounds you might be making, what you must look like, everything burning away until all that’s left is wave after wave of shivering pleasure. 

“Holy fuck.”

That you do hear, Eddie’s lips still right below your ear, his teeth sinking in with the force of your orgasm. Your pussy clamps around him and he can barely move, can only feel your heartbeat against his cock. It’s like a sirens call to him and he’s fucking gone. The softness of your body and the tightness of your cunt breaking his last shreds of control. 

He follows right behind you, trembling hips rocking unsteadily into yours till it becomes just a bit too much. Your contractions of your cunt draining him till his visions sparkles with white dots of light. 

The bed bounces as he drops partially on you and partially on the bed, trying to not squish you while still remaining as close as physically possible. His nose skims along your throat and you sigh, deep and loud, making sure he can hear you, can hear how happy you are.

“Mmmm that good, huh?”

“You know, I don’t think it was too bad.”

His hand squeezes at your waist and you’re reminded for probably the thousandth time that night how fucking pretty he is. How you can practically taste the sweetness of his heart in the air. He’s looking at you like you’ve always dreamed someone would, and it’s only made better by the fact you never thought it would be Eddie. 

Never dreamed that you would get to have this. 

He tips his head up and his lips brush against your jaw, his tongue lazily licking at your damp skin. Your whole body hums. He presses another kiss into your lips and it tastes of a thank you. It seems you’re both a little bit in awe of your luck these days. 

You share giddy smiles, eyes still droopy, though this time from the sex and not the weed. The feeling settling inside the four chambers of your heart is something you could really get used to, and you hope beyond hope that it’ll become as familiar as the curl of Eddie’s hair. 

You’re pretty sure it will. 

once again i love him, my new fixation god help me, feedback is always so lovely and so appreciated :)))))

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction

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Gurgin for the ask game, pick and choose whatever numbers you want! It's a free-for-all! :D

I probably am gonna ask you about Shapur, Isfan, and Kubard later too because of course I am

I said I wanted to answer every question for him and I wasn't lying. Thank you for enabling me! (Ask game post is here, for anyone else who wants to send something in / reblog it themselves. I have a few others to answer already which I'll get too asap now this post is done, but feel free to send in more!).

My first impression of them

Just one of a handful of evil masked guys. Best mask design by a long way, though.

2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

I first got curious about him when I read about his backstory and found out about his shared past with Farangis. Honestly I'm not quite sure how I got to the point where I love him as fiercely as I do now, but I know I started shipping him with Zandeh after seeing art by @strangeshipper and it built from there. I don't know. I just find him really interesting.

3. A song that reminds me of them

I know I've mentioned You Are The Blood by Sufjan Stevens before, but also Don't Worry, We'll Be Watching You by Gotye (POV: you are being recruited by Team Zahhak).

4. How many people I ship them with

Always with Zandeh. OTP status for sure. I have considered other stuff (such as the Zandeh/Gurgin/Parizad OT3) though. And Hilmes/Gurgin in Mage Hunt AU. And if anyone wants to suggest other ships for him, I'm listening.

5. My favorite ship of them

Zandeh/Gurgin, obvious answer is obvious.

6. My least favorite ship of them

I don't know whether anyone actually ships it but Gurgin/the Master.

I won't lie, it's crossed my mind, but my headcanon is primarily that although the Master was once interested in stuff like that he's been alive for so long that he doesn't really have those sorts of urges any more (overlaps a bit with my thoughts on how the type of magic that Team Zahhak use might affect sexual desire, I don't think I've directly mentioned that before but the basic concept is that it can warp it from its baseline just as it warps their bodies, and results vary from person to person, but it's quite common for it to be either dulled or switched off completely and kind of goes hand in hand with the headcanon that their magic renders them sterile).

Gurgin in Sacrifice AU falls into that category, he doesn't completely lack interest but his focus is dominated by his work for Team Zahhak and by the time the AU picks up his story afterwards he's also underweight and depressed so his sex drive is basically 0. And then he meets Zandeh, and gets better, and realises what it's like to want someone so badly you can't think of anything else, lmao

(My headcanons for Gurgin vary a bit in this respect depending on the AU, though. There's probably an AU out there where his desire never returns or he never had any in the first place but even in that case I still see him and Zandeh as life partners and feel they'd work it out somehow.)

7. A quote of them that you remember

What he says when he's rallying his comrades at the end of Book 7 after their Master is (temporarily...) killed: "Let those who do not respect the Snake King Zahhak boast of their victory! Three years, just three years is enough. At that time, they will fall from the peak of joy to the bottom of the valley of despair. The higher they climb, the further they fall!"

It's primarily the last line that sticks in my mind. If I ever make the Gurgin playlist that I daydream about so often, I'd definitely title it 'The Further They Fall'. Anyway, that's actually the last line of dialogue from the final scene of Book 7 (the last book before the timeskip). A very ominous way for it to end, right?

8. Your favorite outfit of them

He has One Outfit. (He would've worn something different when he was a trainee priest, but there's no description of it. A manga flashback to that time feels much less likely now, but you never know, maybe Arakawa will decide to reveal a little of Farangis's backstory before the end… my one hope…)

9. Your least favorite outfit of them

One Outfit, and I love it so no complaints. But I wish Arakawa had planned to adapt the second half so I could see him getting drenched by the rain in Soleimaniye.

10. Describe the character in one sentence

My blorbo who did lots of things wrong.

11. What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

Huh, this question made me realise that in the mental picture of Gurgin that first pops up when I think of him, he's not wearing his mask. His hood is up, though, and he's in Team Zahhak black. Maybe it's because I've been thinking about the Magical Healing AU more recently, where his appearance is often like this.

12. Sexuality hc!

He doesn't waste much time thinking about it, but he's mainly into men. However, I do headcanon that he had a crush on Farangis when he was young.

13. Your favorite friendship they have

This question makes me sad because I don't see him as someone who's ever had many friends. I don't think his peers at the temple liked him that much (though honestly I think he probably felt quite indifferent about this). There were a handful of other trainees he spent time with, but his closest friends were probably his brother and Farangis. There's certainly no real evidence of friendship between any of the Team Zahhak disciples.

He deserves more than having one-sided conversations with winged apes! Was that mainly for exposition purposes in canon? Perhaps, but it's also a result of a lack of human contact — the novel makes it clear that the mages feel loneliness as their numbers dwindle, and at that point Gurgin is operating alone and hasn't heard from his remaining comrades for a while.

(He absolutely does talk to Hamkar from time to time in Sacrifice AU before Zandeh arrives on the scene, too.)

14. Best storyline they had

Is there anything about his canon trajectory that I really wanna label 'best' lmao? I mean, I wish things had turned out different for him but I do find his loss of faith / corruption arc interesting. Though that's because I also love to think about a future for him where that all gets reversed.

15. Worst storyline they had

His involvement with what went down in Oxus, probably. Oof.

16. A childhood headcanon

You know, I haven't spent much time thinking about what his childhood was like (aside from Mage Hunt AU specifics that differ from whatever a general /baseline headcanon would be). I guess the only thing I feel certain of is that he and his brother had no other siblings, and whatever region they grew up in didn't have much to offer in terms of creating a better life for themselves, and that's why they ended up at the Temple of Mithra in Khuzestan. (Tentative headcanon is that he grew up in / near the Nimruz mountains.)

Aghriras entered the priesthood because of ambition, and that reasoning makes sense for Gurgin, too (they're azat, freeborn commoners aka the lowest social class above slaves, and if they want to climb above the few opportunities that affords to them then it's either joining the priesthood or proving their merit on the battlefield) but I do think that to a certain extent Gurgin followed his brother.

lmao I can feel a backstory headcanon forming even as I type this.. like, what if their father died or left them when they were young (Gurgin probably doesn't remember him much) and they were raised by their mother, who wanted them to have a better life than she had? She wouldn't have wanted them to face the horrors of war, so she encouraged them to work hard on their education so that they could find their place in the priesthood. Perhaps she, too, had passed away by the time they left for the temple, so at that point they only had each other. I feel like Gurgin didn't have any close family after his brother died.

Oh no Gurgin, are you desperate for recognition from your Master because you never had a father figure? Fuck.

17. What do you think their first word was?

Eh, probably some variation of 'brother' or 'mother' (with the headcanon above). I feel like most first words are… not that interesting.

18. How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

Curious and intelligent! Asked a lot of questions. Easily frustrated when things didn't go his way. I imagine at school he had trouble making friends as he both sought approval from his teachers and thought himself superior to others who were not as clever as him, plus he could be impatient with others. (He was, in general, a bit better about all of this at the time he joined the priesthood, but when he's with Team Zahhak all those negative traits are brought to the fore.)

19. The most random ship you've seen people have with them

Well, I'm not sure this really counts but sometimes I'll ask my boyfriend really weird ArSen questions out of the blue, and recently I asked him "give me a Gurgin ship" and usually when it's something like that he'll try and pick something at random that he thinks I won't like… He said Gurgin/Farangis.

(No, he didn't remember that they knew each other. And I can't think of a way this would work but it sure gave me a whirlwind of feelings to think about. The thought of something happening between them because of shared grief, years after they last saw each other? It's so angsty and messy. If something did happen I think Gurgin would feel immensely guilty for it, but I'm not sure about Farangis. I feel like she might be able to compartmentalise it as something that happened that shouldn't have done, and move on. She'd handle it better than Gurgin, at any rate.)

Wait, my Hilmes/Gurgin ship is pretty random I suppose? Think of that as an alternate answer. Zandeh/Gurgin probably qualifies too given that they don't ever meet in canon, but I can't see it that way now, not after spending so much time thinking about them together.

I've also had very vague thoughts of yeeting Gurgin back into the past, but would I ship him with anyone in that circumstance? Eh, not sure.

20. A weird headcanon

I'm sure I have many! The 'he likes hot baths' headcanon is a pretty random one that came from 1. reading that the real Mount Damavand has some pretty nice hot springs near it (which in ArSen verse are probably disgusting bubbling sulphurous poison mud pits but whatever), and 2. the fact that he probably had a bad time during the flooding of the Dark Temple and it amuses me to imagine him enjoying water in a different context? I just want to let him relax from time to time? He works hard, he deserves it.

I want to write a bath scene for him in Interlude (Magical Healing AU). Or I keep thinking about a comedy scene of him at one of Ecbatana's bath houses with a gaggle of bird-faced beasts for company, because it amuses me.

Here's another headcanon: he's pretty bad at archery. It was taught at the temple, but it didn't interest him much and he wasn't that motivated to work on his skills, even though Farangis tried to instruct him. As far as weapons go, later on he uses a Team Zahhak-typical knife, which he wears strapped to a thigh like Farangis. (He still has it in Sacrifice AU! Chekhov's Snake Knife lmao.)

21. When do you think they were at their happiest?

When he was at the temple with Farangis and his brother, before things went wrong. Other than that, he was pretty fucking ecstatic in Book 16 when the Master said that he would be his successor (disregarding the fact that it's because there is literally nobody else left at that point lmao). I'm not sure I believe the Master was ever planning on stepping aside, but whatever.

22. When do you think they were at their lowest?

After his brother's death.

23. Future headcanon

The whole of Sacrifice AU, I guess. Just anything where he makes it out of Team Zahhak and tries to lead a different life.

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

I love this question. I wouldn't necessarily know the answer for every character but I do have a headcanon for this for Gurgin, and that is that no matter how vehemently he protested his brother's innocence, a small part of him wondered whether Aghriras really had done it. I don't think he'd ever admit that to anyone (except perhaps to Zandeh in Mage Hunt AU, where Gurgin's backstory adjustment gives him very good reason to hope that Aghriras had killed that particular person). The fact that Aghriras's innocence was later proven only makes it much worse.

25. When do you think they acted the most ooc

I don't think any of his canon scenes are OOC? Is that what this question is asking? I may not like what he does, but none of it feels unbelievable.

26. When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?

Maybe I'm picking this just because it's before he went down a dark path, but I think the conversations he used to have with his brother back when they were at the temple are pretty typical of his true self. The little flashback conversation we get in particular gives the impression of someone who's curious about stuff he maybe shouldn't be, and is attracted to power, but it also shows that he was willing to listen to his brother's guidance. I don't think he'd have ended up with Team Zahhak if his brother had lived.

Otherwise, his Book 16 decisions that get him killed are unfortunately also peak Gurgin, at least in his Team Zahhak era.

27. If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

Either (or both) of the Devil Forgemasters from Castlevania, 100%.

28. The most unnecessary thing they ever did?

Killing the dog at the temple. Or lashing out and cutting off the hind legs of a winged ape (a creature that is on his side, and under his command!) when his plans started to go wrong in Book 13.

29. How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)

Honestly, not great but not as bad as he might think. But it's not something he wants. Thoughts of having a family aren't really on his mind (except for AU instances where he's worried it's something Zandeh might want that he won't be able to provide).

30. The funniest scene they had?

Okay, Gurgin's not actually present in this scene but it's hilarious to me so I'm choosing it: after the winged ape attack on Soleimaniye in Book 13 was thwarted, Kubard and Narsus are discussing what happened. They don't know that Gurgin was the one in charge, but Narsus's opinion is that it couldn't have been Ilterish (the usual commander of the demon army) because Ilterish would've done a better job, lmao. Sorry Gurgin but your inexperience is showing.

Anyway, that's the end of the questions! Not sure how many people are interested enough in Gurgin to make it this far, but like... if anyone does want to talk about Gurgin with me... my inbox is always open...

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #gurgin #if farangis can have a sexy thigh knife then so can he #this post took me ages to write #i went on... so many tangents... #the irresistable urge to keep talking about my blorbo

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I submitted Iceman, and I chose not to focus on the typical "hyperactive" "inattentive" symptoms for two reasons: 1. Iceman has been handled by a lot of different writers and for every moment that he exhibits ADHD like behavior, there's another moment by a different writer that doesn't fit the pattern or that contradicts/retcons the times he does. Comics are kinda fluid like that. 2. As other ADHD askers in this blog have said, there is a higher instance of a character being flagged or claimed as ADHD if they fall into a specific archetype (forgetful, impulsive, hyperactive) and while I really feel that Iceman exhibits these tendencies, he does so in a more subtle way and I wanted to look at how ADHD can be "coded", and at how it might affect the fabric of one's narrative. All the canonical comics ADHD characters that I know of (not counting Roy, because that's a throwaway line in a comic that isn't even his and no DC writer has actually engaged with him as an ADHD character) are either the speedster type, or joke characters like Gwenpool. No hate at all to these characters, I am glad they exist, but I also dislike that if someone doesn't fit that specific archetype, they're often dismissed as possible ADHD representation.

I really appreciate your input, and I'm sorry if I offended you with that tag.

You're right that characters don't have to fit a certain archetype to be ADHD, that's part of the point of the blog. With that tag I was more referring to the fact that the evidence didn't really talk about symptoms, more experiences, and the vague criteria I've been using were pretty much "does it have at least a couple symptoms specific to ADHD." But that submission made me stop and think because even though it only briefly mentioned stuff like distraction, the experiences you described did ring true as ADHD experiences. So maybe my criteria are flawed? Something to consider.

I absolutely did not mean to say your evidence was not strong at all, I'm very sorry if it came across that way, I can't really tell but it sounds like it did? I always queue late enough that my medication has worn off, so I am... not the most eloquent. Something to learn from... I love that you went for someone who doesn't fit the stereotype. It really is what this blog is supposed to be about.

#not a poll #ask #anonymous

[crowpricorn]

could you please tell us something about angeldemon au and spiderman wy au?🌼

hi!! thank you for asking💗💗

spidey wy au is still mostly in my head because I need to understand how I want to bring it to life, what tropes to include, how long to make it. but the general idea is one that I love!!! wylan here is spiderman and jesper has a crush on his best friend (wylan) and on spiderman (still wylan)! im very fond of this au and I love wylan's spider design + he is a drummer, a science genius, an artist and stuff and jesper is literally head over heels for him (but he also Loves spiderman's thighs and ass in his suit, and this is basically what kick-started this au) buuuut I'm still processing whether to make it action-based (which would be harder), with a thick plot, enemies, fights, etc, or chiller and more focused on their everyday life, with jesper finding out wylan and spiderman are the same person and having a stroke over it

angeldemon au is a wesper prequel to a kanej prompted au, and I think it's going to be a long one shot with lots of flirty, mischievous wylan making trouble, pining!jesper that immediately falls in love but he is also torn bc angels and demons here usually don't interact and he feels bad for doing so (much like in the kanej au) it's like.. annoyances at first sight (for wylan) vs love at first sight (for jesper)

under the cut there's a snippet of angeldemon with wesper's second meeting(in heaven, whilst the first had been in hell where jesper often goes to spend his time at the crow club)💌🫶🏻

He wants to see if he has any hooves or clawed toes, really, but he gasps out loud when he sees that Wylan wears only a pair of white slips and a pair of see-through, white lace shorts over.

Wylan here looks angel-like through and through: he is dressed in white and splotches of sky-blue that matches the color of his eyes, all lace and ribbons and see-through shirts that send Jesper insane. He tries not to hover on the expanse of smooth skin visible from his fucking transparent clothes, and settles instead on Wylan's legs.

"We don't dress like this," he says on a panicked whimper, darting his eyes back to Wylan's face before he starts drooling. Wylan laughs loud and clear.

"Must have overdone a little, but I liked to dress up for once."

"Where's your…?" Jesper points his chin towards Wylan's head: his copper-golden curls are surrounded by a white halo that makes his features all the more beautiful. And there's no trace of his big, red horns.

Wylan's brows snap up, and he laughs again. "We shapeshift, feather, did you forget? If you try hard enough, you might grow a pair as well."

Jesper flushes all over, thanking the Saints for his dark skin that doesn't show his blush — but that's futile, because he probably looks all flustered all the same.

"You should change into something more adequate, though," he mumbles.

"I must admit I'm surprised you're not wearing your white silks and lace," Wylan says. Jesper wants to whimper, still pretty distracted by the amount of skin showing under the demon's thin clothes. And his naked legs. And the way his eyes shine with a glint of mischief that makes him all the more alluring.

"We haven't worn that stuff in centuries. We are modern now," he proudly says, tilting his chin up. Wylan's stare stays unchanged, serious as Jesper remembered. It makes Jesper squirm a bit, uneasy under the intensity of his eyes.

#anon #wesper #six of crows #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #wesper fanfic #wip #my wips #snippet

[goatofgehenna]

I thought I would rattle off a little bit about some of my head cannons about Zidane Tribal because that's what I do around here LOL.

1) he has a dimple on his cheek, but only one on his left side. It's a lopsided dimple 💖

2) He has a sort of sunkissed tan, his skin is a bit golden because of it, especially on the tops of his cheeks and his shoulders. This boy is outside a lot lol.

3) he has a few faint freckles around his face, clustering around his nose and cheeks but he's got them everywhere, especially on his arms. You can't see most of them at a distance though.

4) his hair is golden blonde, his roots are dark. It's clear if he didn't get enough sun it might be more muddy in color.

5) his hair literally has a mind of its own --it's quite thick, always messy. He kind of brushes it with his fingers. Ruby is usually the one who gives him a haircut but he likes wearing it the length it is. He technically has a widow's peak but he parts it just slightly more to one side, but barely.

6) his eyes are light blue like the ocean near the shore and just as vibrant and full of warmth, he's got a little bit of green near his pupil. He has an unusually cat-like eye shape, something he shares with Kuja, even if Kuja's are slightly more elegant in design.

7) his smile always reaches his eyes if it's genuine, but also, he normally has a lopsided smile. He's been described as having a smirk that makes him look like he's up to no good.

8) he's really bad at hiding his knee jerk reactions to things, as in he's fairly blunt.. a trait he no doubt picked up from the other Tantalus he grew up with.. if something disappoints him or makes him happy you'll know it right away, even if he tries to hide it.

9) he's used to being the shoulder for his friends. Often times, it's easier to focus on helping them with their problems and giving them advice that he himself should probably take.. but confronting the loneliness, the fear, the sadness, the hurt that he might feel.. it's too difficult. It's easier to just smile and say that everything is alright when it's not.

10) he literally copes with his own pain in front of others by downplaying it.

11) he's incredibly loyal to his friends and to girls he likes, especially ones he likes a lot, he can sometimes seem too clingy. Maybe he's trying to fill the intrinsic loneliness in his heart.

12) sometimes he can be kind of dense, actually a lot of times, and he's fairly impulsive. When he says things that are actually really wise it takes people back.. kind of like they didn't expect that from him of all people.

13) he will sleep in all day if you let him, also he can sleep like the dead, he's awful to share a bed with because he twists and turns a lot in his sleep normally waking up with the covers all wound around him and diagonal. He talks in his sleep, laughs in his sleep. He has to fall asleep on his stomach in order to get comfortable.

14) he has an extra vertebrae in his spine (bottom of his back), maybe it's to accommodate his tail, maybe it's a strange genome trait. He also tends to be more flexible than most people.

15) his tail is fully prehensile, he can pick up objects with it (like his weapon), he can even hang from it but not for very long because it puts a bit of strain on his back to do so.

16) his tail fur is actually coarse, similar to his hair water doesn't seem to want to penetrate it all the way through, kind of takes a little bit of work to get it thoroughly clean.

17) he doesn't really like taking baths as often as he probably should, he also doesn't grow very thick body hair, a lot of it's sparse and blonde or light brown. If it's been a while, don't stick your nose up in his underarm.. he is a teenage boy after all lol.

18) he has a musk in general but it's mostly from his clothing -- worn leather and that strange smell you get from old metal. He smells slightly of 'spring grass' no doubt from all the time he spends outside.

19) he has slightly pointed canine teeth and bigger than average front teeth.. these features in addition to the baby fat still in his cheeks and his heart shaped face shape generally help him maintain a more youthful look.

20) his laugh is kind of loud and his voice has this playful rasp to it and a slight twang. He can often sound slightly melodic as he speaks in a very animated way especially compared to one of his closest friends, Blank, who is more even-toned.

21) he has a decently fuller bottom lip than his top. His eye brows are also unkept -- a bit wild and unruly.

22) his tail often has a mind of its own, as in it betrays a lot of the emotions he tries so very hard to hide. It sways when he's content, almost wags when he's excited, flicks agressively when he's annoyed, droops when he's sad.

23) he rips holes in a lot of his pants and then has Cinna (the tantalus member who actually has a hobby of knitting and sewing) clean up the seams and add a closure for his tail at the back. Not a lot, but some other people in Gaia have tails true, but pants with custom tail-holes in the back are a bit more expensive and money isn't something Zidane easily comes by.

24) although Zidane loves theatre he enjoys the thievery just a bit more and considers himself to be a good pick pocket. In the past, during plays, Zidane and Blank would go through the back of the unsuspecting crowd and swipe from their pockets and bags.

25) Zidane is used to having to fight for any scrap of food so he's kind of an aggressive eater -- shoving food into his face with as much as he can stuff into it as quickly as humanly possible.

26) Zidane prefers street food over castle food, as street food is what really fills you up and it smells and tastes a lot better! He doesn't exactly have the most refined palette.

27) His nose bridge is a little crooked. This is because he broke it once when he was a kid rough housing with the other Tantalus and it never healed quite right.

28) counting the number of scars you have on your body is a thing of pride and competition. So is belching.

29) the tantalus love to play pranks on each other. Don't be late to a meeting or sleep in way too late ... you'll regret it.

30) the tantalus also like gambling and drinking. Blank has been known to flirt with Zidane only when he's super plastered, which Marcus finds hilarious, especially because Zidane is completely oblivious Blank's secret crush on him.

31) Zidane can pick locks. He keeps a lock pick in his back pocket at all times. He also always keeps multiple weapons on him ...including firecrackers of all things. Hey, you never know. Those pants pockets are deep.

32) Zidane has kissed girls and even seen a breast or two before Garnet, but she's the first girl he was ever actually serious about and fell in love with. He always says there was just something different about her that he knew almost right away but even he couldn't explain. "Hah, must be fate."

33) Zidane met Freya when he was around 13-14 because he flirted with her in the tavern in Lindblum that he frequents. Of course she turned him down so he moved onto the next girl like it was no big deal. She was really annoyed with his behavior and eventually challenged him to a fight, one of the first times she had fought in a while after what happened with fratley. She whooped Zidane's ass even after he said "I don't fight girls" and had to be pushed into it. They made a semi regular occurrence of "rematches" after that and eventually Zidane got Freya to open up about herself and he, in turn, opened up a little about himself to her. They never became an item, mostly because Freya wouldn't date someone 5 years her junior.. he was just a kid to her.. but also because her heart belonged to another.

34) Zidane loves Vivi like a little brother. Always used to being the youngest of the Tantalus, he enjoyed finally having someone that he himself could mentor in turn.

35) although Zidane is very flirtatious he does know when enough is enough and he won't pursue someone who really doesn't want it, even if he's a bit mopey about being rejected. Ruby straightened him out on the importance of being respectful when he was young.

36) Zidane really didn't mean to touch Garnet's butt in the Village of Dali, it was an accident in the rush of boarding a moving airship, however, he couldn't deny he didn't totally dislike the feeling of it .. but it did upset him that she was upset -- he never wants to hurt her in any way.

37) Zidane is a hopeless romantic. He writes poetry about Garnet, he gives her flowers.. although he can't formally dance, he is good at folk dancing thanks to his life in the performing arts.

38) when Zidane was younger, he tried to sneak his tail up Ruby's skirt... Well she taught him about respect alright.. up the arse... with a violin. He never tried that again.

39) Zidane is 5'5, relatively petite for a boy his age, but with toned arms. He likes climbing and jumps from decent heights with relative ease

40) he has a great immune system. He recovers from things quickly but even he has his limit.. he's not invincible or anything.

41) he often sleeps topless, sometimes down to just his underwear, especially in summer.

42) if you beg him enough to do something he will probably fold and do it even if it's tea time with Eiko and he really doesn't wanna.

43) he has a potty mouth. Steiner often gets mad at him for this when he does it in the presence of the princess. He can't help it, it just slips out!

44) what does Garnet do that genuinely makes his jaw drop? Breaking rules and being sassy. He loves the part of her personality she has tried to keep at bay for years because it's not "the proper behavior expected of a princess."

45) Zidane wraps his tail around Garnet's leg when they cuddle.

I have more but we shall leave the list here for now. Can you tell I love this character?

#final fantasy 9 #final fantasy ix #ffix #ff9 #final fantasy #zidane #zidane tribal

[slickmcrty]

Rick OC Info

Name: Rick Sanchez

Nicknames: Grandpa (by slick), grandpa rick (by slick) and Chill Rick

Dimension: C-149

Age: 64 (currently deceased)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Demisexual

Appearance: He has the normal appearance of a rick. Only different features being having a longer and shaggier hairstyle and scars on both his hands and palms. He wears this hat along with this tank top (usually worn with grease stains) with this brown leather jacket, distressed jeans and brown combat boots.

Bio: He was orphaned as baby. Growing up a group home and several foster families that just never stuck. Rick was left to fend for himself which he found easy to do. Because people wanted little to do with him he found it easy to just handle things by himself and as a result it's hard for him to feel comfortable around other people. He really has to comfortable around you and learn to trust you for him to build a proper bond.

Seeing as he just kept to himself with the occasional drinking buddy he never met his diane and as a result never had beth as a daughter. Deep down he desperately craved companionship and to belong to a family but he didn't trust people enough due to his upbringing to try to make those connections.

When he was offered to live at the citadel among other ricks he thought this was his chance to make some connections. Being around other versions of himself must mean they have a lot in common. Which wasn't the case as much as he thought but he was able to make a few friends. His strongest connection was definitely with the morty he was assigned with. Slick morty.

He didn't know how to feel about taking care of a morty considering he had never even been a father let alone a grandfather but seeing as he grew up in foster care himself he wanted slick to avoid that if he could so he tried his best to take care of him.

Over time he noticed how other ricks treated their mortys was abusive at worst and just assholes to their kids at best. Rick opted to be neither. Treating the boy like he was his own. He worked as mechanic to make ends meet. All the inventions he made in his down time being stuff they could either enjoy together or little gadgets that just amused the boy like robot dogs and jetpacks. Adventures they go on are often light hearted. When things get too dangerous for comfort he makes sure to portal them home quickly.

Personality wise he's relaxed compared to most ricks. Only getting upset about things that negatively affected him and his morty. He doesn't exactly agree with how the citadel is run but is willing to be just another cog in the machine if it means him and his grandson can have a peaceful and happy life for the most part.

Though slick called him grandpa he was more of a father figure to him. He just thought calling him dad would be too weird and they'd get odd looks from the other rick and mortys. Their time together ended when a grenade was thrown on one of their fun adventures. The attack came from out of nowhere. He acted on his protective instincts. Slick being the only thing he really cared about he pushed him out of the way sacrificing himself in the process.

Slick didn't take it well not only because of how close they were but due to how the system worked when it came to mortys. They had no patience with his grief. Wanting him to get over it quickly. They gave him a new rick so he should be over it right? It was due to his intense grief and guilt over being the reason he got himself killed that he messed up on so many adventures with his ricks getting a majority of the killed and the others so annoyed with his uselessness that they sent him back. He decided at some point to fake it.

Pretend he got over his death. Life had to move on so he had to put on a somewhat happy face and do what he was told. To this day while he's happier with AR and SR as his caretakers he still isn't over his grandpa's death. Carrying this repressed rage over his demise. Pretty much the only people who were know about it and comfort him over it being his group of friends and boyfriend.

#rick oc #tw character death #tw grief

[echantedtoon]

Love Doesn't Do Encores Ch31 The Calm Before The Next Storm

(IMPORTANT UPDATE: Hey everyone. There's been a slight mix up. Instead of Cerulean City the in story city origins for reader or reader's ID I'm replacing it with Lumiose City due to the mix up within the regions they're in. Apologies. Also! If anyone has any questions feel free to ask them and I'll answer them in the comments. Like Ch25 this will just be a mostly filler chapter with most time skipped things before we get to the Post Game events. This will also be separated by months to keep track of time.

-FEBRUARY- 

You were stunned. Absolutely STUNNED to say the least. 

Piers had looked in you in concern as you stared on in shock as you almost panickily examined the ID card in your hands and the nurse delivered your lunches. It..looked just like your driver's license(one of the few things you had actually wanted to learn without your mother nagging you-) you had left back home minus the fact that you had the pokemon world's region and city on it instead of your town's. Albeit slightly worn and dirty from assumedly being left out in the elements for a while. You then turned to the small bag in front of you the nurse had brought over but other than it being also torn and a bit dirty, nothing was inside it either. It looked just like a plain traveler's bag you'd buy to take on a hike with you. Your confusion only heightened as you ended up blankly staring at the ID card for a long moment. Piers stared at your silence as the TV reporter on screen went on about Leon's winning streak staying in tack for more years to come apparently. 

"Oi. Y/n?" You jumped whipping your head back to Piers as he raised a brow at you. "You 'right there? You're awfully silent all o' all sudden."

"Uh...Y-Yeah." You blinked staring back to Piers for a moment before returning to the ID card..and shrugging. You know what? You've seen too much by now to not be surprised by anything anymore but hey. At least you had an actual ID for anything in case you needed it. You'd relax and figure this out later then. Placing the bag and ID to the side you smiled back to him to ease his concerns. "Yeah. I'm just fine. Just wasn't expecting to see that now of all times I guess."

Piers hummed before nodding. "I suppose when you're chased by corviknight you don't really think about seeing somethin' ya dropped again. Oh. That reminds me." He pointed at you. "Leo gave me a call 'fore his big battle. You're bein' discharged from the hospital first thing tomorrow mornin'."

You perked up. "Wait. Really!?" 

He nodded. "Doc says you're fine and they're releasing us tomorrow since most of the chaos and excitement should be died down soon enough. M' sure your mates will be here tomorrow mornin' ta see ya off."

You smiled wider. You'd get to see the guys again after not seeing them for over a month other than your brief encounter with Victor at Hammerlocke! "That's great! I can't wait to see them again! And you must be excited to see Marnie too huh?"

"Ya ain't wrong." He sighed. "It'll be good ta see her again. ...But anywho. I believe ya were 'bout ta tell me how that dinner you n' your mate attended with Oleana and the Ex-Chairman went."

"Huh? Oh right! Well it was around the time I got finished playing that temporary delivery boy job for the seafood restaurant.  I got back and met up with Gloria near the front of the store before we went inside."

You continued into the evening telling Piers all about the dinner you and Gloria had to endure with Mr. Rose and Oleana and he gave a hum every so often as a response. When you were finished he had a few choice words about the two of them. 'Bloody scumbags' and 'insane criminals' being some of his ways to describe them and you sorta agreed. When he inquired what had taken place after he had left you all at Rose Tower all that time ago you again happily indulged him. After all it was thanks to him that you were all able to storm into the tower in the first place plus it was nice to tell someone about your experiences.  And of course, when you told him about you're little encounter with Oleana giving her back the key card- ....He broke out laughing again. Oh if ONLY he had been there to see the look on her face when you spat her own words right back in her face! You didn't mind. In fact you liked his laugh. In fact you liked Piers very much as a person. Sure he seemed pretty distant, uninterested, bored, rude, and maybe even scary to someone but that was far from the truth. He was actually....Really REALLY nice to be around. Sure he was a mostly serious guy but he was also smart, caring, passionate, not afraid to help out others in an instant, patient, sometimes even playful and teasing, and someone who could be a good listener. No wonder he was such a good gym leader AND big brother. And no wonder everyone eventually liked him after a while. But with also an air of authority and...something else you couldn't quite place around him. Appeal maybe? He did seem like the guy to be a great friend. Man. Where was someone like him when you were growing up? You two could've been great friends. Oh well. All too soon dark came in the form of night, nurses delivered dinner trays, and then Piers had to excuse himself back to his room for your two's last night at the hospital. Bidding him goodnight you yourself put yourself to bed because come morning you would see your friends again. It was harder to fall asleep that night due to the excitement you felt but you also found yourself waking up early in the morning just as the sun was starting to poke through. Probably the earliest you had EVER woken up. Yawning and a bit tired, but too excited to see everyone after so long. Getting up and making your bed and trying to make yourself look presentable for when they arrived. And you didn't have to wait for too long. You were just watching the morning news, something about the Vice Chairman taking all Mr. Rose's old funds and putting them towards rebuilding projects, when lots of footsteps stormed towards your room. And the door was SLAMMED opened without any warning. You yelped jumping and snapping your head to the door, TV remote dropping from your hands.

"Y/N!!"

"GAH-" You were nearly knocked over back onto the bed when a whole bunch of blur's dogpiled you and on instinct your arms shot up .....but you blinked. "GUYS!?" The three blurs that had nearly tackled you down to the floor was the guys! Victor, Hop, and Gloria! You stood there stunned to say the least before you smiled brightly. "GUYS!! What are you doing here?"

"We were worried sick about you, Mate!," Hop answered pulling away from you the other two following suit. You smiled at his concerned golden eyes that scanned over you for a moment before he asked. "Are you alright!? You were knocked on the noggin harder than Raihan's Max Steelspike attack and left Victor outside the city! We were worried sick!"

"I'm fine. I'm fine!," you assured him before looking over and noticing the eyes of both twins staring up at you as well and you held up your hands smiling at them. "I swear I'm ok. The doctor said I was perfectly fine! Only a giant headache for a little bit. But what about you guys? Are you alright?"

"They're perfectly fine." A new voice cut through the air before any of the three could answer you and as you four looked up you again paused..before smiling again. Because standing in the doorway in his usual champion attire and cape was LEON! The purple haired man was smiling at you from the doorway looking no worse for wear except for the slight remains of his once black eye that was nearly gone. In his hands was your pack and he walked in. "A few scrapes and bruises but thankfully nothing serious."

"Leon!,'' you greeted happily with a bright smile. "What are you doing here too?"

"I wanted to come by and see you off myself with the others. Besides someone had to escort these guys here in the big city. Oh. Here. Before I forget." He held out your pack to you with a smile. "We brought your things over so you could back into some regular clothes. Don't worry. Everything should still be in there where you left them."

You gladly took it from him. "Hey. Thanks Lee! That's really nice of you." You brought it into your arms before looking back to the smiling champion. "Hey. Congratulations on the win by the way! I really enjoyed your battle. How's Raihan?"

Leon chuckled with a bright smile crossing his arms. "Thanks! Rai's doing just fine! He snatched up his team and headed back to Hammerlocke sometime yesterday. He's been given the go ahead to just head home and see what he can do to help the repairs. The Vice Chairman took over all of Mr. Rose's operations so it's only a matter of time before things should be completely back to normal."

You sighed in relief. "That's good. Especially since you guys caught Eternatus." You smiled and turned back to Gloria and Hop who blinked at you....before looking at one another. "....What?"

"Um...Y/n. We didn't catch that thing," Gloria said looking back to you confused and you froze eyes widening.

"WHAT!?"

"We did something better!," Hop chimed in with a smile and thumbs up to you. "Zacian and Zamazenta destroyed Eternatus in a giant explosion of light! So I don't think we'll have to worry about it anymore."

Again you paused staring at them. Gloria...DIDN'T manage to catch Eternatus?!....But you soon calmed down and shrugged it off. You know what? Why not? Gloria lost to Raihan in the finals and Leon's still champion. So why not have Eternatus destroyed instead of captured too in this world? As long as it couldn't harm anyone it was good enough for you and as long as the guys were fine you were ok with the outcome. 

"Y'know what? That's good enough for me." You smiled. "Where are you guys heading after this?"

"Home of course."

"Postwick?"

Victor nodded. "And I 'pose you'll be headin' back home huh?" When you gave him a confused 'Huh?' look he gestured to the door. "Y'know. Back ta the Kalos Region. Glory told us ye might be headed back there after the final matches were over."

OH! That's right. You did tell Gloria that in case you did accidentally go poof back to your home back where ever you came from. You smiled wider. "Actually, I made up my mind to stay in Galar for while."

You received gasps and some happy smiles. "Really?! No way!"

You nodded. "Yeah. It turns out I like this region a lot so why not stay?"

"Does that mean you're gonna be traveling Galar more?"

You paused in thought. That...was a good question. What WERE you gonna do now that you were stuck in Galar permanently? Anything you wanted you guessed but you weren't too sure yet. What you wanted right now though was to just settle down in one place for a bit and live life stress free for a while. So you shrugged at Victor's question.

"I don't know. I really haven't figured that out yet, but I think I would like a small break from traveling for a bit."

Leon lit up. "Then why not come back to Postwick with us?,'' he suggested catching everyone's attention with his big smile, "Mum still hasn't found anyone to rent the basement room since we left last year. I'm sure if you ask she'd be more than happy to let you stay until you figure out where you wanna go from here." 

"Ya Y/n! You can stay with us in the meantime! It'd be nice ta have another girl ta hang out with!," Gloria agreed with a smile. 

...I mean it sounded like a plain! And you wouldn't mind hanging around your friends more, and Mrs. L was a pretty nice enough landlady to have! And it wouldn't be anything permanent. Just until you figured out what you wanted to do now. So you happily accepted his proposal.

"You know. I think I'd like that! Are you going to be coming with us as well?"

To your surprise Leon nodded to your question with a bright smile. "After with what happened I want to make sure everyone got home ok, and because after all this time I wanted to be able to see Mom and my grandparents again. After all Valentine's Day is nearing. What better way to celebrate the holiday of love than spending time with your loved ones?"

Ah. So Valentine's Day WAS a thing here too. You nodded in agreement again. He had a point. After all Valentine's Day was all about celebrating all kinds of love. Not just Romantic love.

"Lee jus' wants an excuse ta see Sonia that day.~,'' Gloria teased with a sly smile.

And like before the champion sputtered a bit red rising to his cheeks as he attempted to laugh off Gloria's tease by holding up his hands and laughing. ..But you all could see through it. "Haha! Come on, G-Gloria! It's not like that! Sonia and I are just best buddies! Just like Raihan and I are."

"Is that why you're face is red?"

"Hop! Please!"

You ended up chuckling at everyone before they left you in your room for a moment so you could change into some regular clothes and throw on your coat. After all it was early February, it was still somewhat chilly outside. After throwing on your coat, you threw your pack over your shoulders, and picked the ID card back up, shrugged, and pocketed that too before you left. You'd worry about that later and focus on more important things like heading back to a home now. After all, you didn't have anything else to worry about after all......Right? You got changed and exited your old hospital room to meet everyone and a certain someone who was waiting for you as well. You had just stepped out and paused when the sight of a pink handed water type in that hoodie standing at Leon's side caught your attention...Or well he did when he alerted you to his prescence with a very loud chirp making you look at him. In an instant he was walking towards you looking bored with his arms up and out like a toddler expecting a hug. You instantly smiled. 

"SILVER!!" You instantly crouched down arms out towards him as he walked towards. "Silver c'mere boy!" he went right up to you and you snatched him right up bringing him into your arms as you stood and he laid his head on your shoulder with a relieved sigh sound as you proceeded to hug him. "Oh! There's my handsome guard pokemon! Were you good while I was gone?"

"He was an angel." you turned to Leon who smiled. "He did exactly as he was told the entire time you were in the hospital and stuck to Victor's side making sure he was ok. It was honestly kinda cute watching him follow Vick around." Victor grumbled in embarrassment next to Lee and reached up to pull his beanie over his face. Making Lee chuckle before pointing towards a nearby elevator. "Come on. I have a flying taxi waiting for us outside to take us to the Wyndon Station. We'll take the evening train out of town and back to Postwick."

Sounded nice to you and for once you didn't mind traveling by corviknight. Leon lead you all into the elevator where the five of you was all a buzz with life and it made you smile as you followed Leon out of the elevator and through the hospital. You didn't see Piers on your way out which made you a bit sad you couldn't say goodbye or thank him for helping you, but you figured he had more important things to deal with like making sure Marnie was alright which you understood. Leon lead you all out of the hospital and to a corviknight Taxi of course. Being outside again was refreshing but it being early February it was still fairly chilly outside. And you all piled in. Really it was all just a happy blur on the ride to the station. You sitting beside Leon with Silver still seated lazily in your arms, which the three guys seated across from you two chatting away excitedly at the prospect of heading home at last. And you couldn't blame them after all all of you were heading home. And it was a blur when you all got on that evening train and again sat down in those blue seats. Home. The word rang in your mind and it made you smile. You've never been so happy to hear those words before but now you had a reason to be happy. Because for once you were actually heading HOME. 

-Short Time Skip-

Like before many days passed on the train and it wasn't boring. The three would busy up your time talking to you excitedly about Leon's match against Raihan, all the cool things Raihan did with them while under his care, and what happened after the battle between them and Externatus. And you listened eagerly. Ok. Maybe Raihan wasn't so bad with how well Leon trusted him to take care of the guys. And nights were spent well sleeping. More than once you'd wake up and find Leon passed out next to you with his hat over his face and his cape draped over Hop's sleeping form like a makeshift blanket. It was so sweet of him. But the train ride had to come to an end and yours did too. You all arrived at Wedgeherst Station on Valentine's Day no less really early in the morning. How did you know? Well you were asleep before being jostled away by Leon persistently shaking your shoulder until with a snort you woke up and turned your blurry vision to his smiling face as he greeted you.

"L-Leon? What-" You stifled a yawn.

"Sorry to wake you up," he apologized removing his hand from your shoulder smiling. "But we're nearly there."

You were about to tired ask what he meant when the conductor's voice came over the loud speaker ahead of you both. "ZZZTT. Attention Passengers!," the conductor announced over the speakers to anyone left on board. "We'll be arriving at Wedgeherst Station within ten minutes. That is all."

Your tired eyes looked up at the speakers before turning back to the window of the still dark night. The sun wasn't even up yet. OH! The morning train must be arriving to Wedgeherst Station. Already the other guys were already groggily getting up and looking around and gathering their things. Guess you should too. You slipped your pack over your shoulders and pulled a slipping Silver off the table and into your arms as he gave a groggy noise but didn't wake up to wait. And you didn't have to wait long. Just as the sun rise was coming over the horizon and the town appeared in the window. And you all stood up as the train slowed until with a metal screech it came to a complete halt in the station's doorway. 

"Attention Passengers! We have now arrived in Postwick! The morning train leaving Wedgehurst Station will depart in fifthteen minutes! Please exit or enter the train within that time. That's all!"

The first ones to get off were the kiddos as they all literally ran to the exit Leon right behind them followed by you carrying Silver bringing up the rear. The air was still relatively chilly out including the station but you paid it no mind as you stepped off and was met with an even bigger surprise. 

"MOM!" "MUM!" "GRAMPS! GRAN!"

You paused blinking as you stepped through the ticket gate to see the sights. It was...the guys' families! All of them! They were there! Mrs. G crying lightly and hugging the twins. Mrs. L doing the same with Leon and Hop but in a slightly bigger hug as their grandmother joined with Leon's grandfather proudly smiling and patting Leon's back as the Champion smiled embarrassed and there was-....You blinked wide eyed as you saw who was also there smiling at them all. Sonia and Ms. Magnolia! You smiled and walked on over towards her since they weren't in the middle of hugs like the rest. 

"Sonia!," you greeted and it was like a switch had flicked on as practically everyone looked at you. You waved at Sonia who blinked towards your direction but smiled seeing you. "Hey! I haven't heard you in forever!" Well not since Piers told you she was watching Marnie for him! "Where were you?"

Sonia smiled her blue eyes towards you and smiled. "Y/n! Is that you? I thought you were..." Her smile dropped as her hand was held up towards you. "You were..unconscious in Wyndon Hospital. Are you alright? You had everyone worried sick."

You waved her off smiling. "I'm fine. I promise. The only thing I got was a giant headache but that's way gone too."

Sonia sighed placing a hand to her chest as everyone around you slowly let go of their hugs. "Well that's a relief. I thought we'd have to worry about something far more worse than just Eternatus on our hands but it seems you surprised us again."

You chuckled. "Yeah. But speaking of surprises I wasn't expecting to see you guys here!" You turned to Ms. Magnolia. "What are you guys doing here?"

"The same thing as everyone else here, Dear," Ms. Magnolia answered you gesturing her free hand around to the others. "To greet the Unbeatable Champion and the Heroes of Galar of course. This should make for an interesting Chapter in Sonia's book for certain."

You blinked back to Sonia. "Book?"

At the question the red head flushed shyly and brought a hand up to lay her face in it. "W-Well...yeah! I've been writing a book on my entire journey including all my findings! In fact I'm almost done with the last chapter! I was hoping to get everyone's accounts over lunch and permission to use you all in my book. But since you're here too I don't suppose I could ask you the same thing?"

A ...book? OH! That's right! During the game's end Sonia did end up writing a book on the entire event leading up to Eternatus and it's defeat. Guess this was still happening. You happily nodded. "Sure! I don't mind a bit."

She happily clasped her hands in front of her. "Wonderful! I can't wait to hear what everyone has to say!''

"That's all fine and dandy but I believe there is one thing I need to do." Ms. Magnolia turned and you blinked as she walked towards Leon who smiled at her stopping in front of him. "Sonia's told me everything that happened Young Leon." She smiled at him. "Congratulations, Champion. And to the heroes who saved Galar and possible the whole world from a terrible fate. Here. I've got a little something for you as celebration." Reaching back into her coat, she pulled out what looked to be a small container that instantly caught Leon's attention. "Here. It is Valentine's Day after all. You children deserve some of my famous sugar cookie surprise brownies as reward."

"Professor Magnolia," Leon said taking the box happily. You guessed if he loved Sonia's curry a lot her grandmother's cookies must've been to die for. "Why you didn't have to come all this way and do that for us."

"After everything you all have achieved it's really the least I could do. The Wishing Stars that make dynamaxing possible are parts of Eternatus. And when Eternatus was awakened, dynamax energy flooded the entire region. Because of that dynamax pokemon were popping up all over the place causing trouble across all of Galar. But Hop and his friends came to our rescue." She smiled over to Hop and the twins who blinked and looked at one another. "The dynamax phenomenon has long been an important part of Galarian culture. I hope everyone will use the power of dynamaxing correctly in the days to come. So young ones. Please do what you beleive is best. And congratulations to you of course, Leon, for winning another Champion Match and remaining the strongest trainer in Galar. You must've given poor Raihan a run for his money as they say."

Leon chuckled a little bit doing his habit of placing a hand on the back of his neck. "Gee. Thanks Professor."

"It's Valentine's Day already?"

Mrs. L finally had spoke up when she answered your question making most everyone look at her. "Yes! And your all invited for lunch today! It's been too long since we all last saw one another and I think it's about time to catch up."

"That sounds like a great idea!," Sonia commented clapping her hands, "I can bring one of my curry dishes for everyone!"

"A lunch together on the holidays with the heroes of Galar? How could we refuse?," Mrs. G replied chuckling. "Don't worry about appetizers. I can bring over a few tossed salads if that helps."

"That'd help a lot. Thank you."

Ms. Magnolia shook her head. "I'm afraid I'll have to decline the generous offer. I still have final preparations to do back at the lab for Sonia, and I really must be going now." She turned back to Leon. "It was nice to see you all again Young leon. Keep up the fighting spirit."

"Wait, Granny! I'll walk back with you!"

You waved good bye as Ms. Magnolia turned and slowly started out of the building followed by Sonia who walked after her promising she'd see you all again at noon. Good. You could do with a nice family dinner even if it was more with friends than family. 

"Poor Professor Magnolia," Mrs. G commented once the two were out of the building. "It seems she's quite bothered by the Chairman's..Uh..E-Ex chairman's actions since she helped carry out so much of the researching into Dynamaxing for him."

Oh. Well when put like that you guessed her feelings were understandable. "Never the less, everything's alright now and we have the children to thank for that." Mrs. L then looked back to you who blinked. "And I believe I also owe you a thank you for rescuing my Little Lee and making sure the other children were safe and sound."

You...blinked before immediately holding up your hands to her. "Oh! N-No! It's fine! I'm just glad everyone's ok! Really it's no big deal-"

She cut you off. "I'm well aware of how you feel. Leon made sure to tell me EVERYTHING that had happened over the phone so we wouldn't get worried. He's also told me about you having no where currently to stay." You blinked..before turning a raised brow to the Champion who cleared his throat and looked away from your face. "I suppose the least we could do for all your help is let you rent the basement room again until you can get back on your own two feet."

You blinked back to her in surprise. "Wait. Really!?"

She nodded. "Why not? You were a good tenant the last time you stayed with us, and I haven't really found anyone else to rent the room to. You also did save Leon from something terrible. It's the least I could do in return."

"I- Wow-...I mean..." You smiled thankful at her. "Thank you so much!"

She smiled at you. "It's no problem really. You can simply help by working around the house and the yard."

"Speaking of the yard, did you all rent out the fields yet?," Hop asked his mother and you looked at him.

"Renting fields?"

He nodded. "Mum owns some farmland she rents to the local farmers to grow stuff on or to just keep their giant herds of wooloo and dubwool in. It works out pretty well for everybody." 

Ah. So THAT'S  how Mrs. L made money being a stay at home mom all the time. You had just assumed Leon sent her money being rich and famous. Speaking of which she clapped her hands gaining everyone's attention. "That's enough of that now. It's chilly here. I say we all go home and warm up for the holiday lunch later today and have a nice hot breakfast."

Everyone agreed and headed towards the door. Leon following behind everyone but not before his grandpa pulled him to the side by putting an arm around his shoulders and leaning him over to whisper.

"Sonia's a wonderful friend, Lee. If you really want to impress her now would be a great time for a romantic gesture."

"G-GRANDPA!!"

You didn't hear the scuffle having gone out of the building but you all slowly walked your way down the street towards the houses until you all finally got to the split paths between the two houses. Bidding Mrs. G and the twins good bye for the moment as they all left to go settle back down into their own home while you followed Leon back to his home where Mrs. L offered you to just go and set your things back in your basement room. You did and came back up the stairs with Silver in tow now having been awakened and tailing you like a puppy but you didn't mind. You missed him following you around like that. You offered to help cook with Mrs. L and Leon's grandmother who were happy to accept your help as the boys caught up with their grandpa in the living room. It was still early in the morning but considering you all were cooking for about eleven people it understandably took a while. By the time noon DID role around people showed up. First was Sonia who knocked at the door, sadly Ms. Magnolia couldn't make it. Something about having to finish making arrangements to transfer the lab over to Sonia since she was retiring and Sonia was now promoted to the Postwick's Pokemon Professor. HEY! Good for her. Then came the twins and Mrs. G. The lunch wasn't anything too special. It was just like the other times you ate with them. laughing. Cracking jokes. Smiling. The guys happily told everyone aaallll about their experiences and what happened. With Sonia nodding as if taking notes. And you were happy to indulge her too as the hours ticked by and soon the light faded on Valentine's day. The twins and their mother eventually bid everyone good night. Same with Sonia. You helped Mrs. L clean up after everyone before bidding everyone goodnight yourself and going down to your room. Setting up your sleeping bag and getting in with Silver curling up next to you. You sighed. Falling asleep quickly as long last you felt at peace with yourself. Because for a once-

You felt at HOME.

-MARCH-

"Uh...What exactly is going on around here?"

It had been about a month since you arrived back in Postwick and already so many things had happened. Your Valentine's Day was great! And so was the rest of the week as the guys and Leon got to hang out with their families before he sadly had to once again take off for Wyndon again at the request of the new Chairman. Well he WAS still Champion after all. He still had a lot of responsibilities now that there was repairs going on. As for you, you got settled back into your basement room and had tried to once again (and succeeded in-) getting that job at Mr. Frederick's grocery store up the road a bit. And Mrs. L had instead started charging you a hundred dollars a month in rent instead of a hundred fifty. You suspected it was because of helping Leon but when you asked she claimed you were probably wanting to save money in order to move out once you figured out what you wanted to do again. Fair enough. If you were living in Galar now you'd need money to buy a house. The guys had been pretty chill. Usually going out to explore the fields or practice battle. Sonia had even published her book a week after you all arrived! Even making a free digital copy anyone could read on the web although you hadn't read it yet. Her publisher worked FAST! But that's not why you had woken up today. You had woken up to a whole bunch of commotion from downstairs and figured everyone was up, but when you came upstairs the strong scent of lemon and cleaning supplies hit your nose stronger than that roof piece did. And the sight of Hop wiping down one of the WALLS with a small rag certainly caught your tired brain off guard. Were you still dreaming???

"Oh uh. Good morning, Y/n!," the boy greeted your tired bed headed stare with an awkward smile. "Did I wake you up?"

"Kinda." You yawned reaching a hand up to rub your eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Oh! Spring cleaning! We do it every year once the weather's warm enough!"

"Spring cleaning?" He nodded. Oh. Makes sense. Lots of people did Spring Cleaning. You know you and your mom sure did. 

"Yep! Once a year when it's Spring we clean the house literally top to bottom! But that's not the only reason why we're sprucing up the place!'' He turned back to the wall wiping it down with the biggest smile on his face. "I want everything to look it's best when Lee comes back this weekend!"

"...Say what now?"

"Lee called last night when you went to sleep! He's visiting us again this weekend and he's bringing a really special surprise for Glory! I dunno what it is yet but it's gotta be good! So today the house and then tomorrow the yard and shed! You wanna help?"

You shook your head no. "Sorry I can't. I have to work if I'm going to pay your mom that rent money for this month...But tell you what. Tell your mom to leave the basement and I'll clean that for you guys when I get back from work tonight. Ok?"

He beamed. "Yeah! That'd be a big help thanks!"

So Leon was coming that weekend huh? It'd be nice to see him again after so long. You just wondered what this 'surprise' was. Whelp you didn't have to wait long to find out that either because as he promised he showed up that weekend. The guys were pretty excited to see their big brother figure again and you'd be lying if you said you weren't excited to see him either. After all he was one of the few friends you had really. You kept your word of cleaning out the basement and downstairs bathroom for Mrs. L which she was grateful for but sadly weren't able to help much else due to your working. But it was alright. Mrs. G and the guys came over to help out and prepare things before Leon's big arrival that Saturday. And you were lucky enough to have the weekends off in order to see him. And then the day came. It was pretty early in the morning when someone bursts through the basement door startling you awake as Hop rushed down the stairs to wake you. 

"Y/N!! WAKE UP WAKE UP!!"

"Huh?....What the-"

"LEON'S HERE!!", Hop excitedly called out for you from the basement stairs grinning like he had won a million dollars. "Everyone's here waiting for Mom to come back with him from the station! Come on before you miss him!"

You groaned. Oh. Right. It was THAT Saturday. "Alright. Alright. I'm up." 

You groaned but did get up in order to go greet Leon. Whelp! You did want to see Leon again anyways. So you stumbled out of your sleeping back, slapped on come clothes that weren't PJs, and made yourself presentable in the bathroom before heading back up the stairs with Silver at your heels. But you were NOT prepared again for what you saw in the living room. Yes. Everyone was there. The guys, their moms, Leon's grandparents, and even Lee himself! But what you WEREN'T expecting was the extra person in the room. As soon as you had walked in someone had looked up from you at the couch and you paused seeing the much older man. And your eyes widened! NO. WAY. IT WAS KABU!! The older gym leader was sitting there in ordinary clothes right next to Leon and had looked up at you when you walked right in but paused in the doorway surprised. Kabu? Here? What in the world was one of the gym leader's doing here?

"Y/n!" You jumped when Leon smiled at you and gestured for you to come in as you stood there. "It's great to see you! Come in! You remember Kabu right?"

"Uh...Y-Yeah." You blinked before slowly walking in Silver at your heels. Still confused, you raised a hand and smiled at Kabu anyways. "Hey. Nice to see you again."

To your surprise instead of waving back the older man bowed to you. "It is an honor to meet our great champion's family and friends."

"Y-Yeah. Likewise. *ahem*....So what brings you to Postwick?"

"That's what this meeting here is all about." Leon looked back to Kabu who sat back up and looked to Gloria who you now realized was sitting across from him and Leon.

"Yes. You all must be very surprised someone like me decided to make the long journey here with Leon but rest assured that I had a purpose." His somber but calm expression met Gloria's. "You see there is a very good reason why I'm here. It is to see you." he then pointed a finger at Gloria.

Everyone looked surprised but more so Gloria who blinked and pointed at herself. "Ye came all the way from Motostoke jus' ta see ...me?" Kabu nodded but to her confusion. "But why?"

"A very good question to ask. And I have a very good answer. You see...I am in good shape for my age." ...You blinked raising a brow as he stated a ..true but very out of no where fact about him. "More than most people my age are, but as healthy as I may be it doesn't get rid of the fact that I am growing older. I have been the Fire Type Gym Leader for many years but it goes without saying I can't just keep that title forever. Like everyone there will be a time that I will decide or need to retire, but I can't as there's no one else to take over Motostoke's gym." ....He leaned forward making Gloria blink. "As with any Gym leader I study my opponents' moves, strategies, skill sets, and a slew of other variables in order to dictate their attacks. It's rare that I find a trainer who could not only beat me on her first try but in a way I wasn't expecting. Leon's judgement is something I respect highly and he wasn't wrong when he saw great potential in you Ms. Gloria."

The whole room fell silent for a moment as Gloria just..stared at him with the boys exchanging looks with each other before she spoke again. "Uh...W-Well thank ye. But what does that have ta do with anythin'?"

"It has to do with everything. Ms. Gloria if you're willing to accept my offer, and with your mother's permission of course." He nodded to Ms. G for a brief moment before turning back to her. "I would be honored to take you on and train you to become the new Fire Type Gym Leader of Motostoke."

Your. Jaw. DROPPED!! As did everyone else's besides Leon who smiled happily towards the shocked Gloria as she just sat there as kabu's words sank into everyone's heads. Kabu wanted to train HER!? As the new Fire Type Gym Leader for Motostoke!? THAT CERTAINLY WASN'T IN THE GAME!! After a moment of silence Gloria eventually sputtered out some noises that sounded like she was trying to talk gesturing her arms to him and around the room. Looking between him and Leon. Back and forth. Back and forth between the two league members before she finally let one word escape her mouth.

"WOT!?"

"Yes. Honestly with your skills and quick thinking I'm sure you'd make a great future gym leader. All you need is some guidance."

"I-I-I heard you b-b-but....WHY me!?" She gestured to herself again as if that was obvious. "I-I can't b-be a gym leader! I-I...I d-don't have the steel nerves it t-takes ta be one!"

"I thought you'd say that actually." She turned back to Leon who smiled warmly at her. "That's why I came up a plan that'd help you with your stage fright and anything else you might need improving on." With one hand Leon reached into his shirt's pocket and produced what looked like a tanish-golden colored train pass before holding it out to Gloria. "Here."

She blinked at it for a moment looking between Lee and the card before slowly taking it. "...What's this?"

"It's an exclusive Armor Pass."

"Armor Pass?," she asked him raising a brow.

He nodded with a hum. "Uh huh! With this you'll be able to directly go to the Isle of Armor station and catch one of their special taxi's to the island. That's where I trained when I first became Champion around your age. You see there's a very special dojo there with a very special teacher who specializes in training people into becoming better trainers. He's helped other people in the league before just like me. In fact he's pretty famous! You might even know about him. His name's Mustard."

You rose a brow. Mustard?? What kind of name was that?

"MUSTARD!?" You jumped hearing Hop shout eyes practically popping from his head with how wide they were in amazement. "As in like the old Champion who had the old title of Champion before he was defeated!? THAT MUSTARD!?"

Your eyes widened at Hop's words before turning to Leon who nodded. A former Champion?! No wonder Hop sounded amazed. "That's right. He's been running the dojo for years now and helps improve peoples' battling as well as themselves. I think it would be a great idea to have Gloria pay him a visit as I believe he'd be able to really help her come out of her shell. That is if she accepts Kabu's offer." He looked back to Gloria who still blinked at him. "You don't have to if you don't want to Gloria but know that you won't be in it alone."

"Yes. It's going to be hard work but that's what makes the end goal much more meaningful. But it depends on your answer."

Gloria blinked. Looked around the room at all of you. Looked at Leon. Looked at Kabu. Looked back down to the pass in her hands......Before smiling brightly like someone had just given her a brand new gym badge before looking back at Kabu! "YES!! O' course I accept ye offer! How can I not!? I just- Wow! THIS IS AMAZING!!"

A few smiles were shared even by the older man as Kabu bowed to her-

"Wait. When does she leave for the Isle of Armor?"

"Oh. Next Thursday. The train to the isle is already scheduled to arrive at noon then."

"NEXT THURSDAY!?" Everyone jumped as all of sudden Gloria shot up to her feet in panic. Hands grabbing her cheeks as a wave of fear washed over her all of a sudden. "T-THAT SOON!? I JUST- ....I NEED TA GO PACK!!" And with that she turned and fled. Silver having to literally jump out of the way as Gloria sped off out of Hop's out throwing the door open with a BANG behind her in her rush. Leaving everyone there sitting in silence...Until Mrs. G sighed.

The Isle of Armor?? Why did that sound familiar to you?...Oh well. You didn't pay it much mind but you were happy for Gloria to get such an unexpected surprise! Being trained by both a gym leader and a former champion sounds like a dream come true for someone like her. You didn't know all the details but Kabu talked for a while with Mrs. G getting Gloria's Mother's permission to train her before leaving back for Motostoke on the evening train. Leon himself left the very next day after carefully walking Gloria through everything including where she needed to go showing the place on her regional maps before leaving again. The life of the Champion must've been busy especially with fixing up after Mr. Rose. ...Huh. You wondered if they ever caught Oleana yet? Days passed and you kept going to and from work but you saw Gloria again when she and Mrs. G came into the store to purchase more traveling supplies for her trip to the Isle of Armor. There she gave you her finished Curry Dex book claiming she didn't want the prizes she would've gotten anyways since they were toys and she was too old for them. Fair enough. And apparently Leon left her a gift and note in his room upon leaving. She was happy to show off her new Charmander to you. AH! And THERE'S the final gifted pokemon of the game. You ended up just putting the curry dex book thing in your pack with your other belongings. Soon Thursday rolled around and Mr. Frederick was nice enough to let you have the day off so you could see Gloria off with the others that afternoon. You, Hop, Victor, and Mrs. G all traveled with her to the station. Gloria both giddy and nervous with a big old stuffed pack on her back. Mrs. G asking over and over again if Gloria remembered to pack everything she needed. First aid kit. Food. Clothes. A coat. Her sleeping bag. Etc. When you got to the train station Practically no one was there except for one or two other people and the station master behind the counter as usual. You did pause to look at the other two people who were dressed somewhat strangely and very colorfully waiting for the train as well. One had really BRIGHT pink hair and the other guy wore this gigantic top hat with pokeballs floating around it like some psychic pokemon. Wha- How was he doing that? Your attention was brought back to the present as the distant sounds of the evening train approaching caught everyone's attention. 

"There's the train!," Mrs. G commented before grabbing Gloria by the shoulders with a look. "Are you sure you packed everything you needed?" 

"Yes, Mum! For the millionth time I double checked this mornin'. I'll be fine travelin' there. Lee said he was gonna meet me at the taxi station anyways."

Mrs. G still didn't look so sure but Victor assured her. "Don't worry none, Mum. Glory's gonna be fine on her trip there."

Eventually she did sigh and remove her hands from Gloria. "You're right. I just can't help but be worried about her traveling by herself. You all are growing up too fast for my liking."

"She'll be fine!," Hop said smiling widely before looking to Gloria, "You're gonna do great Glory! I know you will! You're my rival after all so you have to do your best or else I'll become a better trainer than you."

Gloria smiled back at him. "Ha! We'll see 'bout that. OH! I almost forgot! I got something for ye!" She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a pokeball, holding it up to the purple haired boy. "'Ere! I had a couple a few extra o' these wee ones lying about an' I know they mean a lot ta people in a special way so I got ye one."

Hop slowly took the pokeball from her. "A pokemon? For me?" 

She nodded. "It's a rare find I had been gifted by Sonia back at Wyndon but I have no use for it. But don't see what it is til ye get home. Ok?"

Hop again blinked but smiled widely. "Wow! This is amazing Glory! Thank you." he excited turned to Victor holding up the brand new pokeball. "Hey, Vick! Look what Glory gave me!"

"You gave Hop a pokemon?" 

Gloria turned to you and nodded. "I gave all me rivals an extra pokemon I got from the rotomi boxes ta show there's nay hard feelings. After all you said I shouldn't cause any bad blood between me rivals."

You smiled. "Oh ..Wow, Gloria. That was really nice of you! What did you give them if you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh nothin' special really. I gave Marnie a wee purloin I found and I sent Bede a lovedisc before we went ta see you at the hospital."

You froze. .....And blinked. "Wait, wait, wait. You gave BEDE a what?!"

"This cute water pokemon I found called a lovedisc," she gushed obvliviously. "It was jus' the cutest wee thing shaped like a sweet lil heart! I figured since Bede's always wearin' pink and he has works with cute fair type pokemon it'd be perfect! An' I gave Hop one of the extra pokeballs I had forgotten in me bag." She paused with a hum rubbing her chin. "I can't remember what pokemon it was but I'm sure Hop will love it all the same!"

You wanted to facepalm right then and there. Because as soon as the words 'I gave Bede a lovedisc' slipped out of her mouth so obliviously you knew she had once again blundered. And you had a good reason why. There was ONE specific pokemon Dex entry you specifically remembered about luvdisc-

"Its heart-shaped body makes it popular. In some places, you would give a Luvdisc to someone you love."

AND she gave one to Bede who she already flustered with accidentally making him think she was trying to gift him an applin. Great. You sighed but figured maybe Bede wouldn't know or he wouldn't think much of it since she also gifted Marnie a purrloin and Hop a....mystery pokemon you have yet to figure out. Here's hoping. The sounds of the train came further and further until with a high pitched screech it stopped right in front of you all and the station master announced it.

"The train to the Isle of Armor has arrived! Those with an Armor Pass please board the train! The train will departing in fifthteen minutes!"

"That's me cue!" Gloria said as the other two weirdly dressed people walked up to the station master. She turned back to all of you with a smile. "I guess this is good bye for now."

"Don't worry about us," you assured her smiling. "You're going to do great out there!" 

"Yeah! Glory, you'll do great!" "It's gonna be great to have a Champion brother and Gym Leader Rival!" "I'll miss you, Sweetie."

Hugs were had all around and good bye's were exchanged before Gloria a little tearfully joined the other two weirdly dressed folks in line for the train as the station master checked their passes.

"Do you have an Armor Pass?"

"Naturally. I have made all the proper preparations which you can observe with unclouded eyes."

"Hee hee! Of course! I totally have one!"

"Then please allow me to check your passes."

You all watched as the weirdly dressed people handed their passes to the station master who proceeded to look over both behind the booth. Huh...Why did those two look familiar? Deja vu again. But you shrugged it off. Lots of different people in the pokemon world. They probably just reminded you of some you've seen before. After a moment the station master handed the two back their passes and they stepped out of the way for Gloria to walk up and also hand him her pass Leon gave her. It was also at that moment the doors to the train opened and something came walking out of it. You turned ..and blinked as a SLOWPOKE slowly crawled it's way out of the train's doorway and into the station. It's dopey grinning face smiling at nothing as it randomly crawled into the station. Wha- What was a slowpoke doing here? Silver noticed too and chirped at it curiously gaining it's attention...or more so the food Silver held that he had been snacking on. the slowpoke peeked it's interest at that and came towards Silver making him chirp in warning backing up behind your legs holding his precious food from it's reach.

"Aw. Hey little guy." You slowly kneeled down to the pokemon who tilted it's head curiously but otherwise none threateningly at you as you kneeled down catching everyone's attention. "Where did you come from?" Of course it didn't answer you but made a happy noise when you reached out to pet it's head. CUTE!

"Oh a slowpoke!" "Hmph. To meet a slowpoke. Such a thing is simply elegant."

You paid no mind to the other two adults but the station master peeked out of his booth to see the thing before giving a groan. "Uh oh. Looks like another one's gotten on the train and ridden over from the Isle of Armor. Hey you're all pokemon trainers right?" He asked you all. "If Slowpoke blocks the ticket gate, it'll cause trouble for other customers. Slowpoke are actually really heavy. So do you think you can catch it for me?"

"I think it's just hungry," you answered back noticing the way it kept staring at Silver's food as your brave guard dog cowered away from the dopey looking teddy bear thing. 

"If that case I can lead it out of the station with this." You turned to Victor who reached inside of his pocket and pulled out what looked like those granola breakfast bars that no one really liked besides him. Carefully peeling off the wrapper he exposed the granola berry mix thing and went over to the slowpoke. It was pretty easy to catch his attention as it almost immediately turned it's head to him. "C'mon boy! Ye want it? Come get it." And like magic the pokemon turned and slowly began following Victor as he made his way to back out of the station. The slowpoke slowly but surely following behind.

The station master sighed. "Thanks much! Slowpoke can be a big trouble to move sometimes." And he went back to finish giving Gloria her pass as Victor continued to lead the pokemon out of the station. 

"Hmmm? How interesting. I must say your catching style is quite simply elegant." "Whoa amazing! The way you're catching that slowpoke is the absolute coolest!"

Victor chuckled nervously as he continued leaving. "Are you guys getting on the train too?"

They both turned to Gloria and the pink haired lady nodded. "I'm heading to a place called the Isle of Armor! I'm gonna catch some rare pokemon and do some training!"

The blonde haired man nodded. Again HOW were those pokeballs floating around his hat?? "I've heard it's a place where one can catch rare pokemon and do lots of training."

Before Gloria could say anything else the station master turned back to the three of them. "We apologize for the wait. We have checked your Armor pass. All aboard the the train to the Isle of Armor! Mind your step when boarding. Please be aware there will also be a connection along the way."

"Okaaay!" "Understood."

The pink haired lady turned back to Gloria. "Let's hang if we meet up again, 'K? Bye bye then! See ya!"

The taller blonde man reached up to tip his hat slightly to Gloria. "Yes. Perhaps we shall meet again sometime. Well then please excuse me."

And both turned to board the train. You all watched them go before Hop hummed. "I could be wrong..But that lady looked familiar."

"You too huh?" Hop nodded and you hummed. Ok. That was strange. Hop seemed to kinda recognize them too so it's more than a deja vu affect. ...Well considering those two were in Wedgeherst Station that means they must've been from Postwick too right? You must've seen them around before and not paid them much attention beforehand. Yeah. That must've been it.

The station master ended up giving Gloria her pass and she quickly boarded the train but she paused and looked behind her at you all....Smiling sadly and waved. You all waved back to her smiling and in Mrs. G's case crying lightly until the doors closed and the train moved. And she was off. You were certainly going to miss having her around but Leon promised to call you all and let you know when he and Gloria met up at the taxi station. And you weren't going to stop her from going on this amazing chance to be trained by strong people. Although you still felt deja vu from all this for some reason. Oh well. When you all eventually started making your way back out from the station, you ended up running back into Victor who managed to catch the slowpoke. Good for him. Hop and him talked for a moment mentioning Gloria leaving Victor her...Sword?? You were confused but paid it no mind on your way back home. Hop was curious to see what kind of pokemon Gloria had given him and you were also curious. She said she left him a pokeball she had forgotten was in her backpack, but exactly what kind of pokemon was that? Once you all got home Hop couldn't wait anymore and threw the pokeball then and there in the hallway. And what popped OUT of it shocked you all. In a bright light out popped an....Apple? With..eyes? You were extremely confused at first seeing it because what WAS that thing? However the shocked gasped and almost worrying expression that came over Hop's face made you look to him. 

"Hop? What's the matter? Are you ok?"

"I-...She just-...That a-.." He stammered and sputtered looking between you and the pokemon that blinked around the place curiously. Before Hop finally looked to you shocked and pointed at the pokemon. "THAT'S AN APPLIN!!"

AN APPLIN!? Your eyes widened as you suddenly looked back to the pokemon. THAT was an APPLIN!? Why in the world would Gloria give Hop an applin of all pokemon!? Isn't an applin supposed to be the symbolic pokemon of love in Galar or something!? Wait. Didn't she say she had forgotten what kind of pokemon was left in her bag?? WHERE DID SHE EVEN GET AN APPLIN IN THE FIRST PLACE LET ALONE FORGET SHE JUST HAD ONE-....You paused. The distant memory of you guys back in Hammerlocke came to mind. The day that Gloria helped that kid with his crush who moved away. The day Bede mistook her trying to give HIM that applin. THAT applin. ...THIS APPLIN!! The same applin she slipped into her backpack claiming she'd figure out what to do with it later but you both had forgotten it was even there this ENTIRE time! And now Gloria had mistakenly given it to Hop forgetting what it was and just as a platonic gift between friends. .....OH NO!!

"W-WHY WOULD GLORY GIVE ME AN APPLIN!?...Unless..." Hop paused. His golden eyes widening before slowly looking back towards the pokemon. "Unless she's trying to tell me that she..." In an instant his face lit up brighter than a firework on the fourth of july.

"Actually this might've been an accident on her part."

He looked to you. "H-HOW CAN THIS BE A MISTAKE!?"

...How were you going to explain this when he hated Bede? "Well-....Uuuhhhh...I-..."

"T-This is really unexpected!" Hop muttered to himself reaching his hand up to rub his chin in thought. "I-I mean I know w-we're close but I never expected...THIS!!"......He suddenly smiled before narrowing his eyes. "HA!! Well then this just makes things all the better! In that Mareep Head's face! I can't wait to see his reaction when he knows not only am I Gloria's one true rival but the one true person she'll ever show affection to as well!!"

...A slap sounded out as you utterly AND literally facepalmed.

-APRIL-

You had..tried to explain to Hop what happened but gave up half way through and decided to let Gloria handle it whenever she saw him again. She'd probably be able to make him listen to her if she explained it to him anyways. The last two to three weeks of March went off without much excitement other than Hop receiving a book in the mail and Sonia completely taking over the lab for the now retired Professor Magnolia. But over all the days went by the same. You went to work, paid rent, help Mrs. L around the house, and Hop and Victor would go off and go off to try to catch pokemon or hang out. Sometimes Victor would even show you the pictures he shot with the new camera Leon gave him for Christmas last year. Until one day at least. You had woken up around eight o'clock in the morning and got up and went upstairs to go out the door to head to work with Silver at your heels, but when you were about to exit the house you were stopped by Mrs. L.

"Y/n!" You had paused in the doorway door open about to step out when you looked over and saw a slightly worried expression on the older woman's face as she walked out from the kitchen towards you.

"Hey. What's up?," you asked turning to her as she stopped in front of you.

"Have you seen Hop today? He wasn't in his room this morning when I went to go wake him up for breakfast. Do you know where he went?"

You blinked. Hop was gone? You shook your head. "No I haven't. I just woke up a bit ago myself. But I'm sure he's just probably out with Victor again. Did you ask his mom?" 

Mrs. L shook her head. "No. ...But you have a good point. I'll go ask her when I get a chance later."

"Ok. If I see him in town I'll tell him to call you or something. But don't worry. I'm sure he's fine."

And you were sure he was since you didn't have any bad feelings about this. Mrs. L agreed with you before you were able to leave and head back into town where you met up with Mr. Frederick. The day was nothing special. He had you clean out a mini freezer and stack a few new cans on a shelf, but that was about it as he handled the register. You didn't see any signs of Hop or Victor while you were working and you didn't see any signs of Mrs. L coming worriedly into town looking for him so you assumed everything was well. It wasn't until around noon that something did happen. You were in the middle of sweeping up the floor when Mr. Frederick called you over. He had just received a call on the phone near the cash register and had gotten off of it before calling you over.

"Miss Y/n?" 

You looked up from your sweeping as Silver sat boredly by and over to the older man behind the cash register. "Yes?"

"I had just received a call that a package had just arrived for me down at the station," he explained with a smile, "I don't suppose you could run down over there and pick it up for me? The Station master should know I'm sending someone to pick it up."

You smiled at him widely. "Sure! I'd love too. It shouldn't take too long."

"Thank you kindly. Hurry back now."

Leaving the broom leaning against the wall you slowly made your way out the door and down to Wedgeherst Station with Silver in tow which you didn't mind. It probably beat him staying there bored out of his mind. You smiled humming to yourself enjoying the warm weather in the new spring air. Pretty flowers and grass everywhere. The Postwick country side was beautiful! It beat the crowded Wyndon in your eyes. Plus who knows? You might see some cool wild pokemon. Soon you reached the station and noticed the train in the station. Oh. It must've just arrived you thought. You went right up to the station master and asked with a smile. 

"Hi! Mr. Frederick sent me to pick up a package for him."

The man on the other side smiled. "Oh of course! He said he'd send someone over the phone. Just one moment."

The man reached onto the floor beneath him and soon you were given a decently heavy box about the size of Silver. Not heavy enough where you couldn't carry it but def enough to where you would HAVE to use both hands to carry and it would slow your movements. With it securely in your arms you turned and like a cliche movie accidentally bumped into someone. You yelped as the bump made the weight of the box accidentally shift and you dangerously tilted to the right. In a blur of blue, someone's arms shot out and grabbed the box before you could fall over thankfully making you still stand.....You sighed and pulled up on the box along with the blue sleeved hands helping you safely shift the box back in a safer hold. Sighing in relief you turned to the owner of the hands as they let go of the box.

"Pardon me my dear lady." .....You blinked. WHAT THE HECK- A man with blue eyes and pal tanish-blonde hair in a blue suit smiled at you. "That was rather rude of me to bump into you like that. My apologies.~"

"Uh..." Oooook. Well there WOULDN'T be anything wrong with the guy really. If his hair wasn't styled in a weird do....That looked like a LITERAL sword! You stared at him for what was probably considered rude before turning to the guy right next to him who looked the same except he wore a red suit instead of a blue one and his hair was styled up in what looked like a shield!! WHAT-..You stared at their weird hairdos for a little longer before eventually snapping out of it and clearing your throat. "Uh. I-It's fine. My bad. Thanks for the help though."

"Brother." The sword-hair guy turned to the shield-haired one. "We should get on the train. Now."

The blue suited man nodded before turning back to you. "Please excuse me." And both scrambled around you and through the ticket gate. Into the train they went all of a sudden like you the time that onix chased you. 

You just watched as they both disappeared. You also thought you saw the red suited guy holding something but you couldn't be too sure since they left so quickly and you were more focused on their weird hair. "What the world was that all about?"

"HEY!! COME BACK HERE THIEVES!!"

Hey! You knew that voice! Your head snapped up just in time to see HOP of all people come running through the station just as the announcer called out that the train was about to leave. "HOP!?" You called out to him but for whatever reason he didn't even look at you. He shoved some kind of card into the ticket gate before he too entered the train- "HOP!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? GET OFF THAT TRAIN!!" He didn't listen. His form disappeared into the train as well and before you could even move the train took off! "HOP!!" You yelled running up to the ticket gate and stopping still calling out even though it did absolutely nothing. "HOP COME BACK!!" 

It was no use. The train ran and ran until the last freight car completely left the station. You stood there SPEECHLESS for a good few moment because...WHAT JUST HAPPENED!? Did Hop really just- ...What did he just DO!? You stood there continuing to stare for a long time before one thought crossed your mind. YOU HAD TO TELL MRS. L!! Sharply turning you clutched the package to you and ran from the building, Silver giving a noise and running off after you. As fast as you could you ran all the way back to the store. Startling Mr. Frederick at seeing your panting self. Delivering the package and briefly explaining that there was a family emergency before again leaving. Running down the path way back down towards Mrs. L's house. And it was with this running that you happened to bump into another person you knew. VICTOR! He just ran out in front of you away from where Sonia's lab was located not paying you any attention as you skidded to a halt.

"VICTOR!?"

The boy skidded to a stop before whirling around at you running towards him and he blinked wide eyed. "Y/N!! WHERE'S HOP!? HE WASN'T AT SONIA'S LAB!"

You also skidded to a stop in front of his panicked face breathing raggedly. "YEAH I SAW HIM!" You pointed back up towards the train station. "HE JUST HOPED ON THE TRAIN CHASING AFTER SOMEONE!!"

"W H A T!?" Victor screeched hands flying up to grab at his beanie. "YOU MEAN HE'S G O N E!?"

"Flew outta here like a zubat outta heck! Victor WHAT is going on!?"

"I-...I-I don't know!" He gestured around in a panic. "We went ta put back the blasted sword n' shield they used to destroy Eternatus but then these two weird blokes with giant hair came outta now where and managed ta make off with the bloody shield!"

"WHAT!?" The sword and shield they used to destroy Eternatus!? And the shield had been STOLEN by- You paused...Wait. Big hair- YOU SAW THOSE TWO AT THE STATION!! That means the thing that red suited was carrying must've been the ancient shield the guys used in game to destroy Eternatus! But why in the world would they take it!?

Victor nodded. "W-We thought he'd be at the lab but he nay was an' then Sonia's dynamax detector whatchamacallit  picked up some weird spike in Turrfield! And....A-AN I DON' KNOW WHAT TA DO!?"

"Then that's where they're heading!"

"How do you know!?"

"Call it a hunch." You grabbed him by the shoulders. "Listen to me. Everything's gonna be fine. Ok? I won't you to go back home and pack what you need to go! We're heading for Turrfield on the next train! Meet me by the store so we can get supplies ok!?"

Still shaken up and panicked Victor managed to nod to you and you both ran back towards the houses. You HAD to tell Mrs. L and tell her to call Leon! You didn't know what was going on but this was NO coincidence. But upon arriving at the house you discovered no one there but Hop's grandparents. When you asked panicked where his mother was they answered she was currently out. Something about a problem with the fencing in one of her fields and a famer and she possibly wouldn't be back for HOURS. You gritted your teeth but there was no time to argue. Instead you raced to the basement and in a haste packed up EVERYTHING of yours into your bag as fast as you could. Slapping your sleeping bag on top and strapping it in before racing back towards the stairs to meet the concerned grandparents. You couldn't explain now but you DID tell them that you were going after Hop to Turrfield and to tell his mom and Leon as fast as they could. They were shocked and you would've loved to explain to them more about what was going on but you didn't have time to explain everything. Instead you ran out of the house and down the path. Running into Victor again as he was already running up the road ahead of you with his giant pack heading towards your meeting place the store. Good! With Silver at your heels and your lungs heaving you ran all the way back to the store to meet an anxious Victor already waiting there.

"WELL!?"

"She wasn't home! But don't worry I made sure she'd know!,'' you reassured him seeing the panicked look on his face. "We just need to get supplies and get on the next train out of here after him!"

"T-That w-would be the new evenin' train at five thirty!"

"There's an evening train now?" He nodded. "Good! That just means well catch up to him faster." You grabbed his arm pulling him into the store. "Come on. We need supplies before we go."

It was almost like when these guys took off from Wyndon all over again only this time it was one guy chasing down thieves you had to worry about and he was all alone without anyone to help him if he got in trouble. You explained rather hastily and apologized to Mr. Frederick that you probably not be coming back and were leaving on such short notice as you both bought a lot of supplies Victor just SHOVING them in his bag before you two scurried away back down to the station and just....sat there and waited. It was the only thing you could do for the entire five and a half hours it would take for the evening train to arrive. In between that time you tried your best to comfort an anxious and blubbering Victor as he stammered and explained to you everything that happened in the Slumbering Weald. Them putting the items back to running into Sonia to them appearing claiming to be the 'King of Galar' and then Hop running off after the two before he could stop him. You tried to calm him down while trying to keep yourself calm. You didn't know much about what was going on but either way you were going to find out! After feeling like an eternity just WAITING there the train you both were waiting for arrived. Not wasting any time you two scrambled to it squeezing past the gate and falling into the train. Bolting for the nearest blue seats as if THAT would make the train go faster. What felt like another eternity was actually five minutes when the train finally started off and you looked out the window. Catching your reflection staring back in the light of the setting sun before sighing. 

You could never really catch a break for long around here could you?

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[musecaravan-info]

Arthur Morgan

"You don’t get to live a bad life and have good things happen to you." ~ Arthur Morgan ~

Basic Information

FACE/BODY CLAIM: Roger Clark

AGE: 36

EYES: Blue-Green

HAIR: Sandy Brown

HEIGHT: 6'1

PRIMARY OUTFIT: In his main verse, his clothes are well-mended, but obviously old and worn. Boots, jeans, shirt, jacket, hat, etc. - they all have a weathered look to them. But he still wears them well. ;)

In any modern verse he's a little more polished. It's the same style of clothes, but a lot less wear and tear to them. He prefers button up shirts when needing to look a little nicer, but mostly sticks to solid-colored t-shirts (that maybe cling just a little.)

Personality

Arthur is a hot mess in practically every verse, but it's worst in his main verse. His self-esteem has been chewed up, spit out, and left for dead. He knows he hasn't led the best life, sees himself as ugly and stupid, and will often go out of his way to tell people/remind them of that fact.

Although he tries to be a good person when he can, there are times when he feels like he doesn't have any choice. During those times he tends to be heart-achingly mean almost as a coping mechanism - to remind himself that this is who he 'really is' and to make sure everyone around him knows it, too.

In modern verses, while his self-esteem is still low, he doesn't voice it as often. There are also rarely situations where he feels like he's not allowed to be himself, so that occasional mean streak that crops up in his main verse, doesn't happen as often (if at all) in any modern verses.

Abilities & Weaknesses

Arthur is skilled in more things than he thinks he is, and one of his greatest assets is how quickly he learns new things and how easily he adapts to new situations. He could probably be described as a bit of a 'jack of all trades,' being good at a lot of different things, but excelling at none. He can hunt, fish, ride, shoot, and draw (pictures) - just to name a few things. If asked, he'll deny being good at any of those things... which leads us into his weaknesses.

Arthur is plagued with almost crippling levels of self doubt. He sees himself as lesser than just about everyone (unless he doesn't like them.) It's easy for him to find the good in those he likes/respects, but practically impossible for him to see those same things in himself. And if anyone points it out to him, he'll find excuses that make less of whatever he's done.

In his main verse, I would also consider Arthur's unwavering loyalty to be a fault. His inability to see/respond to the negatives regarding the people he cares about causes a lot of avoidable trouble down the line. And it's also tied to his self-doubt in a way. He basically doesn't see himself as smart enough (or worthy enough) to question the people he views as being 'better' than him.

Romance

Where to start... Arthur sees himself as old and ugly, so he's not going to be the type of person to flirt or proposition someone out of the blue. He doesn't understand how anyone could want him, and isn't interested in being shot down. That said, if he's being flirted with chances are he'll eventually respond (once he decides the other person is serious.) However, for a lot of reasons (especially in his Main verse) Arthur isn't looking beyond the 'here and now.' He expects one-night stands/brief trysts/etc. Part of this is simply the life he leads, but it also has to do with the fact that he can't imagine anyone wanting to spend their whole life with him. Convincing him that someone wants him for 'the long haul' will probably take a lot of dedication and hand-holding.

Where to Find Him

This depends pretty heavily on the verse we're using. In his Main verse it could be just about anywhere. Arthur does a lot of traveling/moving around, so he could be found in a small town or a big city, or even out in the middle of the woods/swamp. There's also the possibility of running into him on a train or a stagecoach, whether he's riding it (or robbing it.)

Right now both of his 'pre-planned' modern verses are private ones. However, if you wanted a modern verse, I'm open to discussing various 'meeting place' ideas depending on the kind of AU you're wanting. Just ask. :)

Verses

Just because a verse isn't listed here doesn't mean I'm not interested in writing it. I adore all kinds of AUs, and welcome the chance to get creative with my muses. If you've seen a verse that another of my muses has, and you'd like to see this muse in something similar, let me know. You can also check out my 'Plot Ideas' tag, too. ^_^

Game Verse (Main):

This verse covers Arthur's time during the game, Red Dead Redemption 2. This tag will be for any RPs that take place during the confines of the canon game. Confession time - I'm just barely into Chapter 5. >.> Some days I get into the game and just go riding for a few hours. Anyway, I have a basic gist of how the 'high honor' game ends, but I’ve been avoiding specific mission spoilers as much as possible so I can experience them first-hand in game. This verse is open to anyone who's interested. Got an RDR2 OC? Or want to put your muse into the RDR universe? Or maybe you want to go the time travel route? That can all happen in this verse. :)

Arthur Lives!AU

Just what it sounds like. There will probably be multiple variations on this verse because I’m not EVER going to kill him. Not permanently, at least. >.>

Ranch!AU

Currently a Private Verse

Modern Day - Arthur Morgan is an ex-con working at a ranch that helps to get former convicts back on their feet. He mostly does mechanical work, but has learned a lot while working there and is capable of lending a hand wherever he’s needed.

Youtube!AU

Currently a Private Verse

Modern Day - Arthur Morgan is an ex-con whose YouTube Cooking videos have inexplicably made him ‘internet famous.’ He deals with the fame in classically awkward Arthur Morgan fashion… by being thoroughly confused about what everyone finds so appealing about him and his quirky charms.

Current/Ongoing Threads

If your thread with Arthur isn't listed here it's probably because it's been long enough since your last reply that I thought you'd dropped it. Message me to let me know you're still interested, and I'll happily add you to the list (with no pressure for a reply.) ♡

Albert:

Happiness is Homemade (Youtube!AU)

Cam:

Out of Aces (Game verse - Chapter 2)

Kelly:

When I Think of Happiness (Ranch!AU)

Stuff That's Good to Know Before Starting a Thread

I play Arthur as 'High Honor.' For those of you unfamiliar with the game, this means he's mostly a good guy who knows he's done wrong and is trying to turn things around... with mixed success. I'm not really interested in playing him with 'Low Honor,' even for an AU.

In regards to canon characters, I'm open to writing with anyone as long as you're open to doing some plotting/talking with me beforehand so we can figure out a good scenario.

As for shipping, I have a pretty open mind. My hardest 'no' is probably Hosea. (Ship what you want. Always. ♥ He's just not my personal cup of tea.) As for Dutch... I have mixed feelings. I think I would be open to something in a Modern verse, possibly? It would depend on the dynamics of their relationship. But Gameverse!Dutch feels far too manipulative and toxic for any kind of healthy relationship to be going on, and that's not something I'm really interested in exploring with Arthur. The man's been through a lot. He deserves better than that. LOL! ^_^; That said - I'd be open to someone helping Arthur get OUT OF a bad relationship with Dutch. So if that interests you, let me know. :)

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[terkoff]

TERKINA WINCHELL is a 28 year old SHAPESHIFTER based on TERK from TARZAN. They are a MUSIC STORE EMPLOYEE with THE POWER OF SHIFTING. They use SHE/THEY pronouns, and most of their memories are intact.

terk doesn't know much outside of their village. up until following taran into evermore, they expected life to be the way it had always been; keeping the buildings from leaking, tending to crops, making sure their little society continued to function. they had no plans for the future aside from taking care of their family when they got old.

now that they're in evermore they have to admit, they're not sure if that is what they want anymore. the world has so much more to offer than they ever knew. they don't want to be away from their family, and they often wonder if they fit in with the people here or stick out like a sore thumb... but they don't think they'd be satisfied going back to the way things were before.

if you call them terkina, there's a good chance you're getting punched. two people are allowed to call them that, and it's their mother, who named them, and taran. and he's still getting punched. but he won't get punched as hard.

terk isn't really looking for a relationship or hookups or anything of the sort, but they are into women and non-binary. no men.

while they're bitter at the way taran seemed to turn his back on everything he'd known... they don't hate people. they understand why their mother did, why she warned them humanity was dangerous. but it's hard to look at taran and even jane and think that people are evil.

they're not out here telling everyone they're a shifter, they're not stupid... but they also don't believe most people would harm them for being one and it seems just as bad to see them all in one light as humans seeing shifters the same way.

emotions aren't easy for them. they're usually pretty content, joyful, even; but when negativity strikes, they are much better at being mad or annoyed than anything else. and that's how hurt feelings present themselves. if someone were to see them crying, they might actually die.

they can be quite satirical. it's a coping mechanism.

terk absolutely loves music. it was something that was limited back at home and the biggest pro of being away. getting a job at a music store was a no brainer and while they cannot play any of the instruments, that does not stop them from fucking around with them anytime it's slow enough to do so.

they've started quite a record collection so far. their first purchase was a vintage record player they found in a thrift shop, and since then they've made a trip to the record store every payday!

terk does not get made up often, if ever. their preferred style is casual. tomboyish, no makeup. baggy tees, jeans, worn down sneakers. they don't care to look... fancy. no point.

would do anything for their boys. no one hurts Taran or Tanton and walks away unscathed.

they love having fun. especially if it gets the heart pumping. they feel they missed out on a lot and now is time to make up for that.

they are not one to turn down a dare, only worrying in the aftermath about it being dangerous. act first, think later! their... unfortunate... motto.

to sum them up, they are a stubborn, loyal-to-a-fault, fun-loving, adrenaline-chasing, refusing-to-admit-they-care wise ass.

#evermorehqsintro

[buildmeafairytale]

Female Reader x Male Selkie

This is my very first commission! I was commissioned by @shy-basementchild for a birthday present for her friend, @anjhope1. They’re the sweetest and I’m so glad I got to write this for them! It was fun to write and a new experience to write for someone other than myself. I hope you guys enjoy reading it and if anyone is interested in a commission or monster match, my ko-fi is here. 

You leave your house in the afternoon and the cool air is nothing but a familiar comfort under the layers you have on. Like most days, the rocky beach beckons you to its shore. You manuvare the cliffs like you’ve done it a thousand times. You probably have by now. This place has been home for a while now. The town is more of a small fishing village but there’s a touristy block that has lots of shops that you frequent. It’s a cold and rainy place, but it just makes your house feel all the cozier for it.  

The beach is even colder, with the chill turning your nose rosie. You breathe in the crisp air, relishing in the way it stings your lungs. You gaze out towards the rolling waves only to see what looks like a head poking out of the water. It’s foggy and far enough away that you convince yourself it’s a seal, not dwelling on it while you take your walk. 

You’ve established a routine in this seaside village. You do a bit of freelance work in the mornings and leave the afternoons for your adventuring, finding the best coffee spots and shops in town. But the beach is your favorite by far. From the way the rocks crunch under your foot to the rhythmic sounds of the waves lapping the shore, this was your happy place. 

The next day is quite the same. You walk your beach, picking up stray bits of trash you find. This time when you look out to the ocean, the head that pops up looks much more like a man’s than a seal. Your breath catches in your throat and you can’t tear your eyes away. He’s still so far away, bobbing along with the waves and seemingly staring right back at you. And then he’s gone, just as quickly as he was there. As you walk the hair on the back of your neck prickles. You feel like you’re being watched but every time you turn to look no one is there. 

This goes on, but the next few times he seems to get closer. It takes some time to come to terms with the fact your mind isn’t playing tricks on you, but by the time he’s closer to the shore you can no longer deny it. You wave and he just tilts his head and stares. You’re confused and unsure about things, and feel a bit crazy. You wonder if the fishermen working the docks would know anything about the mysterious man in the water so you make a trip down there

The docks are several miles up the beach, and you always make a point to avoid it. It’s bustling with people going between boats emptying lobster traps and the air smells like fish. You're nervous and watching your feet, making sure you don’t misstep on the slippery wood underneath you. You feel like everyone is looking at you but hardly anyone has seemed to bat an eye at your presence, all of them too busy to worry about you. You keep scanning the crowd in hopes of finding someone to ask about your man in the water. You’re ready to give up when you lock eyes with a man. A man you would recognize anywhere, since you’ve seen him everyday floating in the waves.

He is a presence and something to behold. He sits high up on a fishing barrel and his feet are still firmly planted on the ground. Muscular legs connect to a thick middle wrapped in a classic fisherman’s sweater. Long chestnut hair is tied back from his face and he holds a knife and apple in his hands. You stare and he raises his hand in greeting. The noise of the docks retreats to a buzzing in the back of your mind and you hold your breath. Time stands still and butterflies build before you're being bumped into by busy workers. The spell is broken and you rush out apologies for being in the way. You turn and leave as quickly as you came, having even more questions than when you arrived. 

The next day you’re at your beach early with a book to occupy your time. You decide to stay there until you get some answers. You’re comfortable waiting and hope maybe he’ll come say hello. The grey eyes haunt you every time you close your own and you are restless. Was he some sort of creep, watching you from the water? He certainly didn’t look like the type to spy on women. He didn’t look like the type that would have to, gosh. Not that his good looks automatically made him trustworthy, but they certainly lowered your inhibitions. 

While you were lost in thought of the handsome stranger, he had materialized in the sea not a hundred feet away from you. It startled you, but you waved anyway. 

“Hi!” you yell out, tired of the voiceless staring contest that has been occurring. His lips twitch and he echoes your sentiment.

“Hi there,” he calls back, bobbing in the water.

“Isn’t it a bit too cold to swim?”

“A bit too cold for you, maybe,” he observes, his voice amused and carrying without strain despite the sound of the crashing waves.

You don’t know how to respond to this and the conversation fades when he dips under the surface, popping up a few feet away from where he was. His movements in the water are graceful and he swims in little laps not far from you. His upper body is bare to you above the black water, and he is thick corded muscle under a layer of softness that makes you want to touch him. He says nothing else to you but he doesn’t protest to your eyes on him. He seems content to be in your company and it isn’t for another while that he swims away and around the side of a cliff face, waving goodbye at you. You lose sight of him and while part of you is worried, the other part of you knows he must do this often and is obviously a practiced swimmer. 

He’s there before you the next day and chattier too. He tells you his name is Aegis and asks you for yours. He asks what you do for work and how you like living in the small town. You tell him about your house up on the cliff and how much you love it. For how brooding and intimidating you first had found him, he was quickly becoming a friend. The conversation flowed easily and was comfortable, the two of you bantering a bit too.

“There’s so much beach, too. I love to see the water.”

“Not much to do besides sit at the beach, yeah?” 

You shrug, “I like it here, it’s quiet. Or used to be, not that I oppose the company,” you jest at him, watching him take it all in stride. 

“I’d hope not,” he flashes you a grin, “can’t have my beach buddy getting sick of me so soon.” 

You give him a goofy grin back, trying to tamper down the butterflies growing in your stomach. You sit closer to him and the water, finding a comfortable seat on a washed up driftwood tree. “Maybe when it warms up I’ll join you for a swim,” you speak softly, picking at shells and rocks you like. You squeal when cold water splashes you, Aegis laughing when he has your attention.

“You ass!” you squeal out, going to splash him back. He bobs under the water again to evade you, an unmistakable grin stretched across his face. Your hand goes in the water to splash him back but it’s so cold it hurts and stings at your skin. That snaps you out of your playful game, and when Aegis comes up and sees the serious look in your eyes he tilts his head. 

“What’s that look for?”

“Aegis, seriously, how the hell are you okay to swim? You aren't even wearing a wetsuit!. I don’t know how you don’t get hypothermia! ” You’re concerned and can’t help but reprimand him, unsure how he manages to not even have red skin from the water.

“I guess I’m just built different, lovely,” he says with an easy smile, leaning into a backstroke.  

“Oh, built to withstand freezing cold water? Yeah, you’re different all right,” you tease back, retreating out of the water’s reach. 

Things go on like this for days and the two of you get familiar with each other’s schedules, seamlessly working into the other’s routine. Aegis seems down today though, and he doesn't hesitate to inform you why. 

“I have to go on a charter for a few days. I won’t be back until Tuesday,” he pouts, his pillowy lips exaggerated. You try not to let them distract you too much but he smirks like he notices you looking. You play along, pouting back.

“Aw, you’re gonna miss me too much?” you tease, despite knowing the next several days without him aren’t going to be as fun. 

“Desperately,” he says back, in an all too serious way that makes your heart race. He winks and grins, dispelling the intensity and turning things playful again, something he seemed greatly skilled at. He flirts in jokes but never leaves any tension or pressure lingering which you were grateful for. 

The days he is gone feel as if they last forever. It’s silly, really, how fond you’ve grown of him in such a short amount of time. You avoid the beach completely while he’s gone, knowing it will just make you miss your friend even more. Despite the way the time crawls by, though, Tuesday morning eventually comes around. 

Something shocking greets you when you arrive at your beach that day. Aegis is there, but is perched on a large flat boulder. Instead of the thick legs you saw filling his jeans like you did on the docks, his lower half is that of a seal. It’s longer than his legs would be and heavy with blubber. He studies your reaction and you’re fascinated. You’ve heard talk of selkies before, the legend being popular in this part of the country, but you hardly thought you would see one in real life. 

You try to look less confused than you are, not wanting to hurt aegis with an adverse reaction. You can feel his eyes on you, watching you watch him. 

“Uh, hi?” you say to him, getting a calculating ‘hello’ back.

You nod to yourself while looking at him, “Okay, this makes sense? This is a better explanation than I had, at least.”

 “Trying to rationalize my swimming habits, lovely?”

“Trying to rationalize you, lovely.” you toss back, feeling better when the same devious grin he’s worn around you makes an appearance. It’s still Aegis, and this is who he is. Or part of him, apparently. 

“I wanted to show you, but I have a rule, lovely.”

“Rule?” you ask him, confused.

“Yes, a rule. Humans have taken advantage of my kind far too many times. So if I’m showing you this, and I’m going to keep coming back to see you, I need you to listen to me,” he tells you, full intensity focused on you. He goes on to explain the history of his people, the power of the sealskin, and the way humans would steal them to control selkies. He tells you in the past someone tried to steal his sealskin, but he could feel their intentions and replaced it with a fake, catching them in the act. These stories obviously pain him, and hearing about the kind selkies being taken advantage of in such a way is enough to make your heart clench. 

“Never touch my sealskin.” He says, informing you of his rule. 

“I would never,” you vow, throat tight with emotion. He nods at you, and then smiles. “Well come on then, out with the questions.” He doesn’t have to ask you twice, beckoning you close. You sit by him and let the questions start. They pour out of your lips and he answers them readily with a gleam in his eyes. 

You’ve never been this close to him and you really soak in his appearance. His tail is mottled with creamy spots and patches, reminding you a little of your own birthmark. His lower half looks so soft and squishy but you know it must be powerful. Hair dusts his chest and other human skin, the curls making you want to run your hands over them. 

It feels like some beautiful dream. You thank him for sharing this part of him with you and head home for the day, but as soon as you’re inside you're doubting that it really happened. But it did, and you see him again and again, each time feeling less like a daydream and more like a wonderful and magical reality. 

“Your hair is going to get so tangled like that,” you tell him one day as he swims, watching his hair trail after him in the water. You wince in sympathy when you imagine him picking out the knots. 

He grunts, “You’re telling me, I go through so much conditioner getting the knots out,” he responds, peeved. 

“Well swimming with it down would do that! Why don’t you let me braid it?” you offer, instantly regretting it. The thought of sitting that close to him, of feeling the heat off of his skin as you run your hands through his hair is enough to make you feel light headed. Say no thanks, you think, unsure how you’ll handle this. Of course, he readily agrees. 

“Okay,” he smiles, and you turn to let him get out of his sealskin and cover up. He sits in front of you and his shoulders part your thick thighs. You pick up his hair and it’s a matted mess. You don’t feel like running up to your house to get any tools so you slowly part the tangles with your fingers.

“It’s a knotted mess, Aegis,” you scold, trying not to hurt his scalp. He whines and exaggerates his wincing, acting as if you’re wounding him. “Big baby,” you mutter, sectioning off chunks with your hands. By the time it’s braided and secured with your extra tie the sun is going down. He’s slumped against you, sleepy. 

“It’s supposed to be nice tomorrow, pretty girl. Swim with me?” he asks, voice slurred. You’re hesitant, not because you don’t trust him, but you’re a bit embarrassed about the idea of him seeing so much of your body. 

“I have a birthmark,” you mutter, not looking at him. He turns and frowns at you with his forehead scrunched. 

“Okay, and? You don’t owe me anything, but you know I have a literal tail right?”

“Oh what, you showed me yours and now I show you mine?” you giggle at him.

“I don’t think I’ve shown you anything yet,” he winks at you, flirting back while he gets up. The two of you get ready to leave your beach, packing things away. Aegis grabs his sealskin, but instead of putting it on he neatly folds it. “Would you give me a ride home? If you don’t mind, I mean. All dried off and I don't want to get in again.”

“Of course, just let me get my keys.” 

The drive is quiet and comfortable, and his house isn’t far. To be fair though, nothing in this town is very far. When you pull into his driveway he leans over and kisses you on the cheek, eliciting a small gasp from you. 

“Goodnight, sweet girl,” he tells you, an easy smile on his face. You feel your own heat up and you mumble back a goodnight. Your cheek tingles with his kiss your whole drive home. 

In the morning you’re there earlier than normal and in your bathing suit trying not to look nervous about his reaction. Your birthmark stretches across and over a great deal of your skin, and while a lot of people assure you that it is unique and beautiful, you have been ridiculed plenty for it in the past. It makes you nervous to show new people and you only reveal it to those you trust. But you trust Aegis and he obviously trusts you too. 

It’s as if Aegis can sense your nerves because he doesn’t make you wait long and talks you into the water right away. He compliments you but doesn’t linger or talk about your birthmark, only pulling you in the water with him. The cold has you sucking in air and your nipples pebbling in your swimsuit but Aegis pulls you close. The heat coming off of his body works to warm you, making the swim much more doable. 

“You’re not luring me out into the ocean to drown me or anything, right?” you ask, legs bumping into his tail. 

“I’m a selkie, not a siren,” he tsks, “we’re much nicer, I might just dunk you a few times,” he retorts, swimming further out. 

“Um, are there sharks out here?” you ask him, suddenly aware of how far you are from shore.

“I’ve never had a problem with them,” he shrugs casually, doing nothing to assuage your worries. 

“Sharks eat seals, ya know,” you point out to him.

“Good thing I have you here to protect me then, huh?” he teases, curling your legs around his middle. Once you’re secure, he gives a few strong thrusts of his tail and sends the two of you back closer to shore. You play in the water most of the day and go up to your house to eat. He showers and you take him home again, only after he insists you re-braid his hair. 

You spend more time together and swimming with him quickly becomes the best part of your day. He kisses your cheek every time you drop him off at home too, his lips lingering more and more. The touches shared as you swim together have gotten less and less innocent as well. You find yourself falling for him and you think he likes you too, but one day the two of you reach a breaking point. You’re having a nice picnic after a long swim when things take a turn. 

You reach across Aegis’s lap for the pitcher of juice, rattling on about your day, when it slips out of your hand. It spills onto his seal skin, and you don’t think you’ve ever panicked so quickly. “I’m so sorry! Oh my gosh let me clean that,” you grab towels to try to dab up your mess, picking up his seal skin in the process. Apologies keep falling from your lips but then you notice that Aegis is just staring at you with a clenched jaw. You gasp and drop the sealskin, realizing what you’ve done. As soon as it falls from your grasp, Aegis has it in his own, finally able to move to do so. He stands and starts to walk towards the shore and already has the sealskin halfway wrapped around himself before you can belt out another apology. 

He wades into the water and you run to try to catch up. You get close, begging him to wait, until he finally turns to you. “I had one rule!” he barks out at you, seething. “You’re just like everyone else! How dare you!” His words are laced with venom, and you can’t help but step back as if he’s striked you. There is a block in your throat and you don’t say anything else, you only stand there and watch him leave, taking his selkie form and swimming into the depths. 

Pitiful whimpering noises start to leave you, and since you’re all alone you let yourself cry. You’re ashamed you slipped up and touched his pelt, unable to get the betrayed look on his face out of your head. You’re angry at him too for not listening or giving you the benefit of the doubt, though. Some friend he was, you pout, shakily hiking up the cliffside. 

You hope that Aegis will come around. The guilt is like rolling concrete in your stomach and you try to assure yourself that things will be okay. You just go through the motions to try to make yourself feel better, showering and taking your time brushing out your hair. Everytime you blink, though, his angry eyes are there, looking so accusatory back at you. It was an accident, you know you didn’t mean to, you tell yourself, wishing you could take back your mistake. 

You go back to your beach the next day, hoping he’ll be there. He isn’t, and he isn’t there the next either. Or the day after that. You’re getting fed up with him avoiding you. You just want to talk things out and have your friend back, but it seems as though he is  set on being stubborn about it. 

You’ve been stress cooking the last few days, and when you looked to survey the damage you realize that you made most of Aegis’s favorite foods. The plan falls together then and you package it up to bring it to him at work. This could very well be crossing some boundaries but you could deal with that if it meant Aegis would forgive you. 

Traversing the docks is just as nerve racking at it was the first time, this time maybe even more so since you’re carrying a hot dish with you. You duck under the arms of the people towering over you, and you finally get to the stretch of winding docks Aegis can usually be found dwelling on. And he is there, sitting right next to his boat like you expect him to be. What you don’t expect, however, is the stunning woman sitting next to him, stroking his arm in a too familiar way. She’s almost tall as he is with a scarf tied around her hair in an effortless way. You feel your heart sink into your stomach when they both turn and see you. 

All of the sudden you feel ridiculous and humiliated, standing on the docks with a tupperware of food for a man who has already apparently moved on from you. You’re a deer caught in the headlights, but the woman starts to stand and smile at you. You pivot on your feet and hurry back the way you came, maneuvering through the crowd with a level of ease provided by your small stature. The whole walk home your face is burning in embarrassment. This isn't some stubborn silent treatment after a fight. You had broken his one rule and now all the romantic gestures and sweet words meant nothing. 

You know there was nothing official or set in stone, hell, the two of you hadn’t even really kissed yet, but it certainly felt like things were leading that way. Your eyes burn when you think of the way his lips lingered on your cheeks and the way he let you wrap yourself around him in the water. You think of him doing those things with another woman and feel sick to your stomach. You enjoyed life just fine before you met him, and you tell yourself you will enjoy life just the same now that he wants nothing to do with you. It was an obvious lie, especially to yourself. You cry when you reach the safety of your home, wrapping yourself in a nest of blankets you refuse to leave. 

You eventually have to leave though, just to get some fresh air and try to shock yourself into feeling better. Instead of walking your shore, you end up at one of the cliffs looking down on the water. You don’t stray too close to the edge in fear of the height but it still provides you a great view of the ocean. You sit and watch the waves crash against the rocks below. 

While you’re up there, you hear a car sputtering in the distance. You watch it get close and pull into your driveway and out steps one of the friends you made in town. His name is Jamie, and he works at the touristy coffee shop you frequent. “Hey!” he waves, walking over to you on gangly legs. “I hope you don’t mind me stopping by, you’re always gushing about this place and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” he tells you, giving you a boyish grin. He’s sweet and you don’t mind him joining you.

It feels good to reclaim your beach like this, hanging out with a new friend. Jamie is nice and genuine and has no rules to follow when it comes to your relationship with him. He feels safe and easy. After the first day he comes by, you don’t expect him to come back. But he does, he comes back again with your favorite drink order in hand. “I got your usual,” he tells you, a bright smile on his face when you open your door to him. 

“Aw thanks, you didn’t have to do that!” you tell him, excited and flattered by the gesture. He just shrugs and smiles at you more, scratching at the back of his neck. “Let me just get my coat,” you say, ready for another walk on the beach. He is too, and you spend the day rattling on to one another. He’s a little awkward and it makes you feel awkward too, but it’s more endearing than anything. You can’t help that your gaze keeps wandering out to the sea, waiting to see Aegis between the waves. You don’t, though, even if you think you feel his eyes on you. 

“You okay?” 

You shake yourself out of your thoughts, “Sorry,” you smile, “just daydreaming a bit is all.” Daydreaming about your days here spent with Aegis, the sun shining in his ocean grey eyes. You miss him and wish things had ended differently. 

Jamie sits on a rock and you follow his lead, getting comfortable and enjoying the rare moment of sunshine. Jamie suddenly clears his throat next to you, catching your attention. “Would you,” he sputters on, his cheeks pink, “would you want to go on a date sometime? I’d really love to take you on one.” Your heart is pounding and ears are ringing. This sort of thing always makes you anxious but you’re stopped before you’re able to respond. 

“No.”

A firm and angry voice sounds from behind you. If you thought you were nervous before, it was nothing compared to this. Jamie’s gaze is locked above your head and he looks confused. 

“Uh, I wasn’t asking you?” 

“She will not be going on a date with you. I’d say sorry but I’m not,” Aegis snaps out, and you stop yourself from turning to look at him. 

“Aegis, what the fuck?” The woman from before is there too then, and you finally look at them. They’re both dripping wet and carrying seal skins. The woman is a selkie too, then. Your heart drops and it makes sense he would rather be with her. She was gorgeous and surely easier to trust than a human. 

 “I’m so sorry for my brother’s behavior,” she scowls, “he can be a real dickhead sometimes.” 

“Brother?” you ask, shock lacing your voice. Aegis and his sister snap their attention to you, then, and his face morphs from a mask of fury to one of understanding and sadness. He comes closer after a pause. 

“Yes, sweet girl, my sister. You thought the worst of me, yeah?”

Jamie chimes in “Uh, sweet girl?” he asks “Oh! Oh shoot, sorry, gosh, sorry I thought you were single.” Jamie looks at you though, and sees your red cheeks and your inability to form a response and comes to your aid. “Actually, do you want to go home? You look uncomfortable.” You just nod and get your things, grateful to have a friend like him. 

“Yeah, I think I should head home. Um, I’ll talk to you later Jamie. Nice to meet you, by the way,” you say, polite and looking at Aegis’s sister.

“Were you...swimming? It’s freezing!” is the last thing you hear Jamie say before you’re rushing away.

Aegis tails you to your house, pleading with you. “Please, at least let me talk to you,” he begs, desperation clear in his voice. You’re out of breath from your quick ascent up from the beach and too flustered and embarrassed to talk to him. You’re angry that he thinks he could ignore you after blowing up on you and then come back acting like he had some sort of claim on you. 

“Not now,” is all you manage to say.

“Aegis! For fucks sake, leave her be!” his sister yells out, and you’re grateful for the intervening. You head inside your house and leave the rest of them outside. Jamie leaves and Aegis and his sister head back down towards the water, likely leaving the same way they came. Aegis looks back several times, catching your eye in the window. I’ll talk to him soon, you think. Just not right now, not until you sort out the mess of feelings you have. 

You can’t help but be conflicted. Seeing Aegis standing there dripping wet and all possessive over you stirred your desire. You have to remind yourself to be angry and stand your ground. He needs to learn how to communicate, not just act like a neanderthal and manage to win you back based on sheer attractiveness. His words still stung and he had lots of making up to do. 

As you busy yourself in your home, you see dark clouds gathering through your window. You turn on the local news and it looks like a bad storm is set to ravage your town. You’re nervous. You knew the rainy season could be bad here but the locals often discussed the occasional hurricane-eske storms that tear through. You are unsure how well your home will hold up. You try to secure what you can and get ready to hunker down for a while. 

Sure enough, thunder starts to rumble. It’s deep and shakes the earth beneath you. The wind and rain howl outside and you pray your generator holds up. You entertain yourself for a bit, curled up watching a movie, but soon enough the weather is too bad to concentrate on anything else. When an especially loud bout of thunder hits you start to feel panicky. It rattles your windows and you make a point to stay away from them. They rattle so loudly that you almost miss the pounding on your door. 

Almost, though. When you realize someone is knocking your heart beats even faster. You pick up the closest thing you could use as a weapon, unsure who could be here. You peek through and see Aegis standing outside, soaked to the bone. You’re relieved that it’s him, but not entirely happy he’s here. You wrench the door open and allow him in, the wind promptly slamming the door back into place. He settles onto a stool and you stay on the opposite side of the room, occupying yourself with looking outside.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he explains, and you nod. “I’m sorry,” he says.

“I didn’t mean to touch it, Aegis. I really didn’t! And you know that and still left,” you manage to get out past the knot in your throat. 

“Aye, I know. I made a mistake, I got angry.” His voice gets softer, “I got scared, my sweet girl.” 

You sniffle and look away, annoyed at the effect he has on you. He crumbles down your walls one word at a time. 

“I was stupid and didn’t know what to do. My sister had to come talk some sense into me.”

“I didn’t think she was your sister,” you mumble and he nods, giving you a watery smile.

“I’m sorry for that, too. After I saw you with that man on the beach I was so angry. She reminded me I had no right to be, I had no claim on you. I didn’t like hearing that,” he says. He stands then, eyes locked on your own.

You are on the other side of the room, backed up against your wall. As if the space between you could stop the pull of your heart. Your eyes are wide and flooded over and you don’t care to hold your tears back anymore. He walks towards you and he holds his sealskin in his hands. The closer he gets to you, the more you can feel your knees buckling. You feel them lock right as Aegis locks an arm around your waist, wrapping his seal skin over your shoulders at the same moment. When the pelt brushes against your skin and envelops you in its warmth, you feel more at peace than you have in days. It is like Aegis’s very being is intertwining around yours. His essence permeates through your skin and curls around your cells, and you relish it and relax into his hold. You knew the sealskin had magic to it but you didn’t realize how much it would affect you.  

“What-what are you doing?” you whimper out, making no move to stop him.

“I want you to know I trust you. I want you to trust me too. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, sweet girl,” he says. “After my tantrum and being away from you, I realized I’d give you my damn sealskin if it meant I could be yours.” He wipes away your stray tears and brushes your hair out of your face, gentling you. “Shhh, I’ve got you. No more crying, not because of me,” he pleads. 

“O-okay,” you reply, wobbly and unsure what else to say. The euphoric feeling of his sealskin is still lingering and you know he’s speaking the truth to you.  

“My love,” he cooes, “won’t you let me earn your forgiveness?”

You sniffle and nod, stretching toward him for a kiss, a real one. He obliges you, his bearch a scratchy comfort to your flushed skin, grounding you. He tastes like salt and wind, his kiss flavored by the sea. It’s chaste but perfect and when lightning strikes and sounds you break away from his lips only to curl further into his arms. A fearful noise escapes you and you bury your face into his neck. His hands rub your back and you take some deep breaths. If your house has lasted this long then it’ll be okay. You’re safe in his arms with his sealskin warm around you. 

You pull back, intent on kissing him more thoroughly this time. He is eager too and pulls you flush against him. He pulls you away from the wall and shuffles you onto the couch, not allowing a centimeter space to form between your bodies. You kiss him over and over, soft moans leaving you every time his lips mould to your own. His hands find your skin under your sweater and you are eager for more, burying your own in his hair. . 

“Let me lay you down,” he says, “let me show you how much I missed you.” 

Heat has gathered between your legs and the tingling of the sealskin on your flesh feels as though it has concentrated itself there. You pinch them together and he notices, pulling a leg over his hip to grind into your center. You whimper into his mouth, his lips pulling into a smile. He strips you of your sweater and makes sure to plant kisses across your birthmark. You lose the rest of your clothes and as his hands wander, so do your own. 

You tease his waistband, slowly slipping your hand inside. He rumbles a deep encouraging noise and you take him in hand. His cock is thick and heavy, pulsing in your grasp. It’s bigger than anything you’ve taken before and you aren’t sure that it’ll fit. You tell him as much, looking up at him with wide lust filled eyes. 

“It’ll fit sweetheart,” he whispers, his fingers tracing the crease of your labia. “I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.” 

He parts your folds and coats his fingers, your legs spreading to give him more room. He dips the tips of his fingers just barely inside of you, becoming familiar with your entrance. You aren’t good at being patient, though, and his cock is so close. You arch and moan, shifting further toward him and presenting yourself only for him to halt your movements. “Don’t tease,” you whimper out, only earning an amused laugh from your selkie. 

“Alright then,” he kisses you with a smiling mouth, “no teasing,” he says, promptly thrusting two of his thick digits into you. A surprised moan is torn from your throat and he glides through your walls easily, aided by your arousal. He scissors and curls his fingers in and out, stretching you open for him and spreading around your wetness. His thumb finds you clit and your mouth falls open, making room for his tongue to tangle with your own in a sloppy kiss that makes your cunt tighten.  

“Please,” you beg him, “I want you,”

“You beg so pretty,” he relents, fingers retreating after a final movement. 

He places himself between your legs, bending to kiss you again as he does. He kisses your cheek too before rising back up. He presses and rubs himself between your lips, making sure he’s covered in your wetness. His hips stutter when the head of his cock meets your folds but you paw at his shoulders, wordlessly pleading with him to continue. As he splits you apart underneath him a shaky breath leaves his lips. He hilts himself and stays there for a moment, soaking in the feel of your velvet cunt pulsing around him. You tighten around him in an attempt to get him to move. You try to tilt your hips up but he grabs them, forcing them in place. 

“Don’t move,” he gasps out, looking strung out above you. His head is tilted back and his eyes are closed. He’s beautiful and all yours. The magic of his pelt connects the two of you on a deeper level that has you feeling floaty and out of control, but the stretch of his cock and feel of his hands ground you.

A whine leaves you and you clench down on him, hoping to spur him into action. “Fuck,” he sputters, pushing even harder into you. You can feel him so deeply and it’s impossible to tell where one of you ends and the other begins. 

“Aegis,” you moan out, “move, please.” you cry out, nails digging into him. With a clenched jaw he follows your request. He retreats then pumps into you again, slowly but forcefully. His pace starts slow and he fully hilts himself inside of you each time. Your hips twitch up and the head of his cock notches against a spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling up into your head. He notices and makes a point to angle his hips toward it. Your legs turn to jello as he speeds up, snapping his legs against you. You reach down and rub your clit, Aegis encouraging you. 

“You take me so well. Fucking made to be wrapped around me, weren’t you?” he says, “That’s right, take your pleasure,” he whispers, his hot breath on the shell of your ear. His words have a tightness building in your gut, the coil wrapping tighter and tighter until you cry out in release. With you cumming underneath him Aegis can’t hold back any longer. He drives into you with rhythmless thrusts and moans out above you, a high pornographic sound that has aftershocks running through you as he spills inside of you. Little jerks of his hips extend your pleasure as the two of you slowly sink together.

Aegis is twitching and cooing at you as the haze clears from your mind. He wraps his arms and legs around you, the heavy limbs tangling with your own. He nuzzles into you as content as can be. Sweat is cooling on your skin and he covers the two of you with a throw blanket, the storm outside long forgotten. Your face is peppered in kisses as you drift to sleep, his pelt still a comfort underneath you. 

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