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#Doodles#SCII#KUP#NEJ#Captain Sterling#Mix of lads! Working on a little bit of all the SCII OCs lol#Ft. my first intentional doodle of KUP - trying to plan around ways to differentiate him from how I draw the rest of my fave VUX#I'm thinking he might just have a slightly longer face lol - slightly longer tendrils slightly longer trunk#Stretched lad lol#The return of NEJ! Love NEJ <3 His name is fun to write in VUK ZIX haha it's very angular#He's still got his little pouch :) Which is definitely a good way of differentiating him since I forgot his uniform differences until later#He doesn't have the little gold collar/cuff elements! Mistake! The last two of him are the most accurate even if he is missing his pouch lol#Also fun to draw his mask again :D He's totally gotta wear it from protection from things like water and fertilizer! Not just in avoidance!#I mean it Is probably a good idea that plant fertilizer doesn't get in his eye lol but it's more of a perk of the job#His curves are fun to draw too ♪ Gotta remember he's Extremely hour-glass shaped - somewhat wide shoulders and hips and tiny waist haha#And then a couple more of Sterling and KUP to round us off#Getting dangerously close to considering shipping those two...#Sterling's just friendly with everyone and has very few boundaries lol but KUP's feelings hmmm hmmmm#He's not a fool tho he likes playing chicken as well lol#KUP balks easily but keeps coming back hmm wonder what that's about lol ♪#He can just produce so much warm air all at once! It's not cooled by passing through a long narrow passage! It's interesting! That's all!#Totally ♫
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my god, dad!anakin who catches reader with a boy! he kicks the boy out only to show you how you should really be fucked :(((
18+, Dark. Fauxcest/Stepcest. Mentions of "Virginity" check. Dead Dove do not eat.
I didn't add the exact "show you how you should really be fucked", because I already have a small blurb similar to that sentence, but I had this small thot and I hope it's okay;)!
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He slams the front door, hands shaking and brows furrowed. Dad!Anakin storms back to the living room, standing in front of you and crossing his strong arms over his chest. His boot furiously taps on the carpet, and you know he is waiting for you to stop staring dumbly at your lap and meet his gaze.
"Dad, I—" You try to come up with an apology, but the moment you raise your eyes the words die instantly in your throat. He is beyond pissed.
"We only have two rules in this house," Anakin says through gritted teeth. The sound of his boot on the carpet is like a nervous tick, and if you weren't paralyzed, you'd probably be biting your nails. "Can you tell me what those rules are?"
You gulp and nod. This is so embarrassing. Why can't he be a normal father and just scold you and send you to your room? Isn't that easier? It is, but Anakin wouldn't pass the opportunity to remind you who is in charge. He raised you. Anakin could say he «owns» you and you wouldn't even protest—
You are scared, which is normal, he just got home to find his precious angel with some stupid boy sneaking his dirty hands between your legs, kissing what belongs to him. Anakin's blood is boiling, but he knows he can't lose control, he needs to teach you a lesson. Dad needs to show his little princess what happens when she breaks a rule.
"Don't stay up late and no boys allowed," You recite out loud, rubbing your palms on your thighs nervously. Breaking one rule is already bad enough, but it's... roughy an hour and a half after midnight, so you are on a roll tonight.
"Two simple rules," Anakin reaches down to cup your face, gripping your chin roughly and leaning closer. "Two simple damn rules that exist for a reason."
His blue eyes are on fire, his touch isn't gentle nor caring like it always is; it's dangerous, it screams "you are in trouble" in big red letters. Anakin pushes your face back, causing your back to hit the cushions of the couch. The sudden abrupt act surprises you, but you decide to stay silent.
He takes a seat next to you, reaching for the hem of your shirt and lifting it, you obey wordlessly, letting him look at your expose chest. The weight of his stare burns, and you realize that your father is checking of any trace of hickeys, bites, anything. He grabs your jaw again, twisting your neck and continuing his searching, making sure you are untouched.
"Take off your bra."
"What?" Your voice finally finds a certain strength mixed with incredulity. "Why?"
"Do it."
Your fingers tremble as you unclasp the undergarment, letting it fall next to you. Anakin wastes no time to cup your breasts and give them a firm squeeze, rubbing your nipples against his calloused palms until they stand hard and sensitive.
"D–Dad?" You breathe out, puffing your chest as his thumbs rolls the hard nubs.
"Did he touched you like this?" He asks huskily, bringing his face to the curve of your neck and licking your soft, scented skin. "I don't think he did. He looked too busy trying to slide his hands down your jeans."
You shake your head, letting out the first tentative moan. "N–No. He didn't."
He smirks at the admission, of course he smirks. He knows how immature and rushed kids are these days. They don't know how to properly treat a princess like you.
"Take off your jeans, and your underwear too," Anakin pinches your nipples harder this time, if his intentions are to hurt you... he is really fulfilling them.
"Why?" There you go again questioning him. He is just trying to teach you a lesson.
"I need to know you are still intact."
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so-mordor-itis · 9 months
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Fluffy Alphabet: Leon Kennedy
You know what time it is folks--it's time for my fluffy alphabet with whatever fictional character I'm hyperfixating on let's goooo
You can imagine whatever Leon for this, it applies to almost all in my opinion
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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
When it comes to you, he'll pretty much do anything. At a certain point in your relationship, Leon just craves your presence, as if you are his battery when he needs to recharge. It doesn't matter what you two do: converse about mundane things, cuddle, chores around the apartment. All he cares about is if you're there, safe, and by his side. You could even be doing something as simple as reading a book. He'll feel blessed to simply be there. At the idea he can even see you like this, no danger in sight, no need to grab his gun or knife or anything that can remotely be regarded as a weapon. Just normal domestic intimacy. He craves it so bad that the memory of you reading or talking or listening to him vent about a bad day reminds him why he's still going.
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
He admires your ability to keep up with him. Not just his personality--the guy knows he's not the most pleasant man to be around if he's grumpy or going through a mood swing. Everything. His trauma, his work, his habits that he can't seem to shake no matter how hard he tries. Leon has so much on his plate, yet it keeps piling on. It's why when he found himself interested in you in more than a friendly manner, it scared him a little. At the idea of opening up to someone, allowing them to see parts of himself he'd rather not let see the light of day.
It's why, when you saw those parts of him, the night terrors, the memories of Raccoon City, and you simply grabbed them and kissed them tenderly, he was amazed. He swore he fell harder and faster to the point he was scared of smacking the ground. He finds your stubbornness and persistence admirable, well when it's not leading you down the road of trouble.
C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
Leon isn't the best at wording things correctly or appropriately. He cracks jokes during moments he shouldn't, shoves whips and sharp edges into sentences that really shouldn't be there. He's not great at receiving comfort himself. He's not used to it. Leon's been alone for a good chunk of his life and grew to push his problems away or ignore them, then actually talking to anyone.
So, witnessing you hold your face in your hands, beyond exhausted, his heart shatters, and all he wants to do is hold you. Though he over analyzes the situation a bit. Would you want him to hold you? Would you even like that at this point in time? What could he even say to make you feel better, to make you smile even just a little? Eventually he caves, asking if it's okay to hold you and once you confirm it is, his strong arms wrap around your form and he hopes desperately you feel comforted in some way.
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
If he's honest, all he wants is a normal life. That's what he's wanted ever since he was younger: a life of fixing fences and pipes that burst, maybe help clean up cat litter in the mix. He thought his life would be normal when he assigned himself to the Raccoon City branch of police work, that he'd be a regular cop scolding teenagers that loitered in front of the station too long. Naturally, that wasn't the case at all. Now, he's at the President's beck and call, the DSO's puppet, and labeled a weapon by many.
In the future, he tries to envision you in it as much as he's hesitant to let you in at first. Eventually what made him want to fight for that future was when you moved into his apartment so casually, as if you were a missing puzzle piece in his life. That normal, picket fence life was his end goal and he would fight tooth and nail to see it come to fruition.
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
He's both, but he tries to be more passive in certain situations. Leon doesn't like the idea of trying to take control of everything, and only does it when he feels he needs to. Leon knows you can take care of yourself, regardless if you're an agent or not. You've got a voice, too. However, if he notices you're uncomfortable or you're actively trying to get out of something, he'll play along and shuffle you out of it. The last thing he wants is for you to think he's trying to control what you do, since you don't do that to him.
F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
Leon hates fighting you. Sometimes he just refuses to and hopes letting you think things over will defuse the bomb you're about to become. A thing about him is he never raises his voice and if he's drawn to that point, his volume is only increased so he could get your attention. He hates the idea of yelling at you; having dealt with hearing his parents constantly at each other's throats. It makes him feel ill at the idea, of shouting at you so he could get his point across. What would that accomplish, making you shrivel into a corner, hurting and pleading for him to stop.
He's very easy to forgive, especially if you apologized immediately after. Leon knows how easily people give into emotions, and if you two were arguing about his work, or about how he's barely around, Leon wouldn't even blame you for that. If it's stressful for him, he can only imagine what it's like for you to see him so stressed and not be able to help.
G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
Leon's not able to put into words just how grateful he is that he met you. If it weren't for you, he swears he would've gone insane and part of him is terrified at that realization. That a person could have that much effect on someone's life. You've stuck with him so long he wonders why he was ever worried in the first place. Leon's not the best with words and the idea of telling you out of the blue how grateful he is he has you makes him flustered. He shows how grateful he is through certain actions: hugging you close from behind, kissing your temple over and over, nuzzling into you despite your protests that it tickles.
He's grateful he can see your smile and hear your laugh, because even the smallest thing can make him feel better.
H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
Oh God, he wishes he could share everything he's been through with you. Depending on if you knew about Raccoon City or not, he'd most likely share that old wound eventually, but anything to do with work he's physically not allowed to spill. Again, unless you're an agent, you pretty much have no choice but to be left in the dark. He hates it. Makes him feel like less of a partner because he's stuck between a rock and a hard place.
It causes a bit of friction, and he feels it hang in the air some days. Some days he wonders if you've figured out what he's been doing for 10 straight years, some days he thinks you secretly have figured it out but just won't tell him.
I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
You gave him a harsh reality check about caring for another person, and that inspires him to do better with what he's got. Not that he ever thought being in a relationship would be easy, but you definitely answered his question of how hard it would be some days. He wants to be there for you, and hopes you recognize it. Leon's always had trouble opening up to people, because when he trusted some, they tore that trust away so fast he couldn't even blink. Sometimes he reaches out to you and then flinches at a flashback of red.
You inspired him to try to pry open that box he locked his heart in.
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
He doesn't like the idea of getting jealous, even bitterly hating the word. Though, he's human, so naturally he will get jealous. It takes a bit of pushing at him to get him into that corner. Someone else flirting with you? He's more concerned about you and if you're comfortable and if he needs to intervene. They put their arms around you? Well, if you know them sure, but they're kinda being too friendly. They wiggle their eyebrows and make a suggestive action? Yeah, he's gonna say something.
If you ask him about it, he immediately shuts down the idea of jealousy.
"Don't get jealous on me now."
"I wasn't. I just didn't like how they were rubbing themselves on you."
It's only until later on as he thinks about it that makes him afraid. He's scared of losing you and the idea of you possibly leaving him for someone else wraps around him for awhile. He's still terrible at telling you how he's feeling sometimes.
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
The first kiss with him was endearing. This isn't his first rodeo, he's kissed people before, but he probably wouldn't classify himself as an amazing kisser. He couldn't help himself anymore, with you looking at him like he's an idol, like he could never do any wrong, he grabbed you gently, asking if this was okay, before finally giving in. He kissed you so softly, as if he was holding a feather that could be blown away by the wind.
You had laughed a little and his brows knitted.
"You can kiss me again, you know."
He took your offer instantly, kissing you harder in the process. That sealed the deal.
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
His love confession was more of an action and then a question. Leon didn't exactly know how to express the fact he had feelings for you, so he didn't verbally say it, but he said it all the time with his actions and he didn't even realize it. How he'd linger too close to you during mundane moments of the day, how he'd immediately jump at the chance to help you with anything. He'd stupidly wonder how people around him knew he was head over heels when his body kept showing it.
Though, it seemed like you didn't know either. When he finally gathered himself to ask you on a date, you looked surprised.
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
It takes awhile for him to get around the idea. At first, the idea of commitment to that degree makes him anxious. One screw up could lead to the downfall of a relationship in the making for years. The history of you two would be wiped clean and he'd loathe over it for God knows how long. So, at first, he brushes off the idea of marrying you.
And then you moved in with him. Started helping him around his apartment, lying in the same bed, and something just clicks with him. Maybe he does want that with you, but would you want that with him?
He doesn't propose outright, but alludes to it with a question. (He never liked the idea of getting down on one knee.)
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
The standard nicknames: baby, babe, sweetheart. On rare occasions he'll toss out 'love' to test it on his tongue and see if it fits. 'Dear' when he's trying to annoy you. 'Darling' during intimate moments. He knows that riles you up.
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
He's different, but also the same. Even when Leon is in love, he attempts to keep that same stoic expression to his co-workers and even to you if he works with you. Though, obviously someone is willing to point it out that there's gotta be something between the two of you. Hunnigan is willing to be that person, buzzing in his ear about how he acts differently when you're around but he's quick to deny it. As Leon looks back, the fact he got defensive would've given off alarms to her.
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
He's willing to hold your hand and kiss you gently on the cheek or lips when he's confident. When he's not at that moment in time, he'll just hold your hand and hope you won't tease him for being more reserved.
Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
He can read you like a book. He'll know when something is wrong or when you're nervous. Leon grew to read people's body language over the years. He watches carefully, taking notes in his head about how you may be fidgeting or how you're breathing kinda fast. He can absolutely tell if you're angry at him and he immediately wants to quell that anger as soon as possible.
He'll ask if you're okay daily to check in with you, and then notice you also ask him the same question. You both can read each other pretty well.
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
Leon's kinda silly when it comes to being romantic. He's extremely cliche and cheesy, and he knows it. He does it on purpose, but not because he thinks it's cool or hip these days. He does it because it never fails to make you laugh or at least smile. He'll regard a glare or a look of bewilderment and just continue to run his charade, shrugging all the same.
He doesn't want to stop. Not yet, at least.
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
Of course, he believes in you. What partner wouldn't believe in the person they love? He wants you to be happy, just as you harbor the same thought process for him. Seeing you doubt yourself, your abilities... it makes him feel that he's failed. That he hasn't been encouraging you enough. (Even if you constantly remind him just how much he's done for you.) He'll put a hand on your shoulder and squeeze it, lightly telling you he's got your back.
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
Leon's most certainly not afraid to try anything new, even in the bedroom. No matter how big or small the suggestion, he's always willing to, at the very least, apply it to your relationship. Even if you get all shy and try to walk across eggshells. He thinks it's cute and endearing that you want to work on or try different things out. His heart feels full at the fact you trust him so to let him know how you're feeling and what you've been thinking about.
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
Leon often feels that he's too empathetic. It's affected him before, many times in fact. He's acknowledged this himself in the past when he was drinking and wondered what would've happened if he refused the ultimatum the government offered. What would've happened to Sherry? Would he even still be alive at that point? Would Sherry?
He knows you too well. To the point that he can sense what you're about to be feeling despite your stubbornness. You tell him you're okay, that you'll be fine, when he knows it's the exact opposite. You're not fine, and you won't be fine until you talk it out.
V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
Besides work, you become the most important aspect of his life. There's not a moment that goes by where you don't flash across his mind. Leon will often think of you during harder missions, wondering what you are doing at that moment, if you missed him at all. He knows you do, but he dodges that answer to avoid feeling more guilty than he does.
He'll start pondering about your decisions and merge them into his own actions. Wondering how you'd react to situations and what you would do if you were in his shoes. You influence him in more ways than one.
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
He loves simple dates. Riding on his bike with you hugging his waist, going to the beach, and just smelling the salt from the sea, your hand in his own. He sees you collect a sand dollar, and then he rolls his eyes playfully but knows he will often think on this moment at work. Of how childish your grin was and how he felt joy at you healing your inner child.
He enjoys simple things, perhaps to peel away from the horrors of what he's seen. To pretend for one second his life was actually normal.
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
The man is touch-starved to a maximum degree. Even before the two of you started seeing each other, Leon had already begun envisioning how his lips would feel on yours, and it made him feel gross, as if he was a pervert. He even imagined how good your hugs felt and how your figure would feel as it slipped into his embrace.
After he told you how he felt and got the sense you were comfortable? He couldn't keep his hands off of you. And not even in a sexual way. (Though, that too.) He adores cuddling you, being the big spoon. Leon wouldn't even mind being the small spoon, but he's adamant on cagging you in his biceps. He wants you to feel safe.
Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
He's used to being alone. Used to coming home to an empty apartment, listening to the echoes of his own footsteps as he's awaiting his next call. So when you're away on work trips, he tries not to let it get to him. After all, how unfair would it be if he bothered you at work when you couldn't do the same to him? Once you're home, he just pulls you close as a greeting, mumbling how he missed you.
When he's at work, when you're not allowed to call him at all, it's a different story. A different type of loneliness. Not being able to hear your voice once just fills him with a sadness only those in love could explain. Leon has to force himself to think about the details of meetings or when he should reload his gun next.
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
Leon would kill for you or die for you if you simply ask, and that scares him. He's not a violent person by nature and is appalled by those who hurt others as easily as they breathe. But, when he sees you, this odd, protective energy springs out of him, and he immediately tosses all common sense out the window. You make him stupid and reckless, and he's willing to do anything for you.
It's what terrifies him the most.
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latanyalove · 2 months
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Don't Go PT Two
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This is Part 2 of Don't Go! Here is Part 1!
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Pairing: Portgas D Ace x Y/N
Dialogue: “Don’t go. I don’t even know who I am without you.” 🔥🏴‍☠️
A/n: I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing this! <3
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Out of all of the jobs he could have had. It was a pirate.
The mere mention of the word 'pirate' sent shivers down your spine. You were terrified at the thought of encountering a pirate, imagining the ruthless and unpredictable nature of these seafaring outlaws.
The tales of their plundering, pillaging, and ruthless violence made you fear for your safety and the safety of those around you.
So when you heard Marco say that he and his group were pirates, your heart dropped. The fear and anxiety that had built up over the years came rushing back, and you couldn't help but imagine the worst possible scenarios of what being associated with pirates could mean for you.
"Sorry, I need to go," you quickly excused yourself from Marco, leaving the hall.
The last thing you wanted was to be caught up in any illegal activities or put yourself in danger by associating with pirates. . . .
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Ace saw you run away from the hall with a distressed look, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of concern and curiosity.
He wondered what had happened to make you react like that, so he excused himself from the group and went over to Marco, hoping to find some answers.
"What happened with Y/N?" He asked Marco since he was the last person you were with, standing beside him.
Marco then looked at him with a serious face, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Why didn't you tell her that we were pirates from the beginning?"
Ace's eyes widened as the realization hit him like a tidal wave. He now understood why you had run off in distress. The revelation that Marco and he were actually pirates explained everything - the secrecy, the danger, and the constant need to be on the run.
Ace's concern for you deepened as he realized the magnitude of the situation and the potential risks it posed to your safety.
"I didn't want to scare her off," Ace admitted, his voice filled with regret. "I thought this island was going to be a small stop and the talk just kept being postponed," he said, glancing at the door you left at.
Marco sighed, "Go get her then," he said, his tone filled with urgency. "She deserves to know the truth, Ace. And if you truly care about her, you'll do whatever it takes to make things right."
"I will," Ace responded resolutely, determination shining in his eyes. He knew that he couldn't let you go without explaining the truth, no matter the consequences.
Ace quickly made his way towards the door you had left through, his heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and determination. He knew that he had to find you, to explain everything, and to make things right.
He couldn't bear the thought of you being left in the dark, unaware of the dangers and secrets that surrounded him, Marco and the others. As he stepped outside, he scanned the surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of you amidst the bustling streets.
Ace searched the busy marketplace frantically, his eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of you, but you were nowhere to be found. With a sinking feeling in his chest, he made his way towards your bakery, hoping that you had sought solace in the familiar surroundings.
As he walked, he couldn't help but replay the events in his mind, regretting his decision to keep his true identity a secret and vowing to make things right with you.
He took a deep breath before asking curiously, "Why are you so terrified of pirates?"
You let out a deep breath, saying, "They destroyed the village and killed my parents," the words caught in your throat as memories of that fateful day flooded back.
Ace's heart sank even further as he remembered the pain and fear in your eyes when you had shared your tragic past with him. He understood now why you were so terrified of pirates - they had taken everything from you.
He wanted to assure you that, even though he was a pirate, he wasn't like the people who attacked your village. He wanted to show you that he could be trusted and that he would do everything in his power to protect you from any harm.
"Let me go!" A voice he knew too well yelled from somewhere nearby.
Without hesitation, Ace sprinted towards the sound of the familiar voice, his heart pounding with a mix of worry and determination. He knew that he couldn't let anything happen to you, not after everything you had been through.
"You guys aren't from here, aren't you?" You accused them as you tried to free your hands from behind you.
"Wow, what a smart cookie!" One man laughed, "You're right, we're pirates,"
"We saw you with Fire Fist Ace on this island and we're going to use you for bait to get him and his bounty!"
The others laughed with him, their cruel laughter echoing in the air.
The realization hit you hard as you looked around and saw that there was no one else in sight except for the pirates. Panic welled up inside you as you realized the gravity of the situation - you were completely alone with them and there was no one to help you.
Despite the fear and panic, you clung to the memory of Ace, knowing deep down that he was different from these pirates.
You then felt a gentle hand push your hair behind your ears, and when you turned to look slightly, you saw Ace standing beside you with a hair tie in his hand, a warm smile on his face.
Your heart skipped a beat at seeing him so close, and you couldn't help but blush.
You felt your heart flutter and you felt your breath catch in your throat. You felt yourself relax as you looked into his eyes, your heart still pounding in your chest.
In that moment, you remembered the moment you had with Ace at your bakery. Everything about him made you feel safe and calm, except for your heart that was beating fast. His presence was reassuring, and you couldn't help but trust him as he gently tied your hair back, his warm smile melting away your fears.
"Now tell us where Fire Fist Ace is or you're going to die," One of the armed men said, holding a knife dangerous close to your neck.
"I don't know where he is," you lied, your voice trembling slightly. You couldn't risk putting Ace in danger by revealing his whereabouts, even if it meant risking your own life.
You just hoped that he stayed with Marco and the others. Then maybe your death wouldn't be in vain.
"Stop lying!" one of them yelled, his voice filled with anger and frustration. The knife pressed harder against your neck, causing a sharp pain to shoot through your body.
It's funny when you think about it. Your parents were killed by pirates and now you were going to die from one too. Yet you fell in love with a pirate and you were going to die protecting him.
"I told you I don't know where he is," you insisted, your voice shaking.
"Okay, your loss," the pirate sneered, tightening his grip on the knife. "If you won't cooperate, then we have no use for you."
The pirate's grip tightened on the knife, and you braced yourself for the pain that was about to come.
You closed your eyes tightly, preparing for the inevitable strike of the knife. But just as the pirate was about to deliver the fatal blow, you heard a loud crash and felt a rush of heat.
Opening your eyes, you saw Ace standing in front of you, his body engulfed in flames as he fiercely fought off the pirates.
With incredible speed and precision, Ace effortlessly dispatched each of the pirates, his flames dancing and crackling with intensity. In less than a minute, the once-threatening group lay defeated on the ground, and you couldn't help but marvel at Ace's sheer power and skill.
After defeating the last guy, Ace immediately focused on you, his eyes were still filled with the hatred he had for the enemies. However, as soon as he saw the fear in your eyes and the blood trickling down your neck, his expression softened and he rushed to your side.
"Are you okay?" Ace asked as he ran over to untie the ropes around your wrist, his eyes filled with concern. He gently inspected the wound on your neck and applied pressure to stop the bleeding.
"I'm sorry you had to go through this," he said softly, his voice filled with regret.
"It's- It's not your fault," you muttered, your voice barely audible. Despite the pain radiating from your neck, you managed a weak smile, grateful for Ace's timely intervention.
"Don't try and speak!" Ace warned, his voice filled with urgency. "You need to save your energy. I'll get you out of here and to safety as quickly as possible."
"I don't think-" you started, your voice trembling.
"Don't say it," Ace said, his emotions going on a rollercoaster. "You're going to make it. We're going to get through this together."
As you tried to speak, you coughed up blood, causing Ace's concern to deepen. He quickly applied more pressure to your wound and reassured you that help was on the way.
"Stay with me," he pleaded, his voice filled with determination.
"I know you're a pirate, Ace, and I don't hate you for it," you muttered, your words barely audible. Ace's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, his expression softened. He squeezed your hand gently, a mixture of gratitude and regret in his eyes.
You then felt your consciousness slipping away, your vision blurring as darkness closed in. Ace's voice became distant, but you could still hear the desperation in his pleas. As you fought to stay awake, a sense of gratitude washed over you, knowing that even in this dire situation, you were not alone. . . .
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You woke up with a pounding headache, and even the slightest movement caused sharp pain to shoot through your body. Opening your eyes was excruciating, and you winced as the bright light pierced through your eyelids.
After a few minutes, you cautiously tried to open them again, and to your relief, your eyes slowly adjusted to the light. As your surroundings came into focus, you realized you were in a small, dimly lit room with bare walls and a single window slightly covered by thick curtains.
You couldn't move your hands and you thought it was because you just woke up. There was something, however, that caught your attention. Someone was sleeping on top of you and you knew exactly who it was by the type of hat that was covering his face.
Why was Ace sleeping here?
Having your other hand available, you slowly reached out for his hat and lifted it from his face.
As you lifted Ace's hat from his face, a wave of affection washed over you. His peaceful expression and tousled hair made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. Despite the mysterious circumstances, seeing his face asleep gave you a sense of comfort and reassurance.
"Ace," you whispered, hoping to wake him gently without causing any alarm.
As you whispered his name, Ace stirred and slowly opened his eyes, blinking several times as he adjusted to the dim light in the room. 
"Hey there," Ace mumbled, his voice husky with sleep. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned, his eyes finally focusing on you.  
Ace's hair was tousled and messy from sleep, giving him a charming and disheveled look. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to tame it, but it only made it look even more endearing.
When he realized it was you, he jumped up in surprise, his eyes widening. "You're awake!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with confusion and happiness. 
"What happened?" you asked, seeing that you were in a hospital room.
Ace's expression turned serious as he explained, "You were losing so much blood."
You then remembered what had happened; you got kidnapped and then stabbed in the neck. The shock of the memory flooded your mind, and you couldn't believe the danger you had narrowly escaped.
Ace went back to laying half of his body on the bed, but this time he didn't go to sleep. Instead, he looked at you intensely, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and concern.
"You scared me," he admitted softly, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm.
"I thought-"
"But I didn't, did I? I'm still alive and breathing," you stated, trying to assure him and yourself of your survival. Ace's grip on your arm tightened slightly, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Thank goodness," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude and a hint of vulnerability.
Feeling the warmth of his touch, you found comfort in the connection as he then slowly entwined your hands together, a silent expression of support and reassurance in the face of the danger you had both endured.
"Ace, I know that you're a pirate. Marco told me," you started, not sure what to say after that.
"Really? I'm sorry for hiding it from you," Ace replied, his gaze filled with regret. "I didn't want to put you in danger, but I should have been honest with you from the beginning."
"It's not your fault, I shouldn't have been hating on all pirates when there's people in the world like you,"
Ace's eyes softened, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"You know, I got an invitation to join your crew by Marco," you said, watching Ace's eyes widen in surprise.
"Really?" Ace exclaimed, his surprise evident in his voice. He paused for a moment, processing the information, before a wide grin spread across his face.
"Have you considered joining?" he asked, his excitement palpable. "With your cooking and bravery, I know you'd be a valuable addition to our crew."
Blushing, you glanced down at your intertwined hands, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Well, um, I haven't really thought about it...but it's definitely something I'm considering," you replied, a shy smile playing on your lips.
"I'm so happy, Oh i'm so happy I could kiss you!" Ace said happily but stopped after realising what he said.
Ace's face turned bright red as soon as the words slipped out of his mouth. He quickly cleared his throat and awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "Um... I mean, I'm just really glad you're considering it. No need for any kissing, I swear," he stammered, his embarrassment evident in his voice.
You couldn't help but giggle at his adorable reaction, feeling your heart flutter with joy.
Quickly, you gestured for him to come closer, unable to resist the pull of his infectious enthusiasm. As he leaned in, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness filled the air, but deep down, you knew that this moment was the beginning of an extraordinary adventure.
You gently held his cheek and brought him closer, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin. As your lips finally met in a soft, sweet kiss, you both knew that this moment marked the start of an extraordinary adventure filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.
But of course, gentle meant nothing to Ace, and the kiss quickly became more intense and passionate. The world around you faded away as you both lost yourselves in the moment, fueling the fire of your newfound connection and setting the stage for the passionate journey that lay ahead.
Ace's arms roamed eagerly, exploring every inch of your body with a hunger that matched the intensity of his kiss. The electric current that surged between you ignited a fire within, igniting a desire that could not be contained.
"Can you guys stop eating each other for one minute," Marco said at the doorway, interrupting the passionate moment between you and Ace.
Startled, you both pulled away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but unable to hide the smiles on your faces that spoke of a love that couldn't be contained. . . .
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firsttimewriter92 · 1 year
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Schilling for your thoughts Part 2
König x f!reader
Summary: After meeting König your feelings seem to be all over the place. You miss him. Two new recruits for task force 141 are the last thing you want to think about. Part 1 here. It´s better if you read it. Part 3 here
Word count: 3.895
Warnings: mega fluff, slight sexual thoughts, making out, slight touching, Graves is alive in this one (and an a**), that´s just how I see him
Authors note: Yes, I am one of those who believe that König is a ginger, freckled, mighty sweetheart. (I was trying to find this amazing fanart I saw of him that basically started this fic, but I can´t find it again!! I´m sad; It´s so good) Only slightly awkward but he knows how to let someone know he´s interessted. He´ll only unleash the beast on the battlefield, that´s it. I will die on this hill!! Social anxiety, yes. But he´s not completely incapable of interacting with a person<3
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 Sweating you woke up for the second time that night. Blinking your eyes open you groaned in frustration and then dissolved into little disbelieving giggles. Throwing your arm over your eyes you could still see his eyes boring into you from above, still felt the tingle of his tongue on your neck, still felt his broad frame completely covering you. How in the world were you able to imagine all that? Make it feel so real without actually having touched the man. König.
“Fuuuuuck” you mumbled while images of your dream invaded your memory. Your whole body tingled and itched. You still had his scent in your nose. Although in your dream it was mixed with sweat and sex. It was just your imagination. You hadn’t seen him since your first encounter at Lucy´s two days ago. Much less had him panting underneath you, grabbing and licking desperately. God, you needed a glass of water. You hopped off your bed knowing you had to leave for work soon anyway and made your way into your bathroom. Work would keep your mind off him, you were sure. At least you hoped it would.
Nothing worse than working in a male dominated field, constantly being surrounded by them and being horny as fuck. If you couldn’t get the edge off somehow, even someone like Philip Graves would become attractive. If even for only one night. You shivered thinking about that. No. No, no way José. That self-centred, entitled prick was a constant pain in your ass. His interactions with you only consisted of two things. Him asking you out in the most sleezy, vomit inducing type of way or him trying to make you responsible for every little mishap the base´s equipment had. He just wouldn’t get the hint.
Sure he wasn’t the most pleasant fellow on base but by far the worst you had to deal with. Other than him the soldiers either left you alone, respected your skill and opinion or were good friends and comrades of yours.
When Captain Price formed task force 141 and made you it´s chief mechanic you first thought he was pulling your leg. Sure, you were brilliant at your job, only a fool would deny that but he and the people he wanted to recruit were literal heroes. Legends even and he wanted you amongst them. Making sure that whenever the massive doors of the hangar opened and they made their way towards the various vehicles and planes, helicopters ect., they would be working with top notch equipment. Functioning vehicles and helis were almost as important as their weapons. You choosing not to be in the field meant, that doing your job was your contribution to keeping your team alive.
At the beginning you didn’t feel like part of said team at all. You made sure everything was on point for them to use but you didn’t throw yourself into dangerous situations like they did.
And then one day over shouting, explosions in the background and shots fired rapidly, you´d guided Ghost over the comms on how to repair an enemies heli for them to escape. The moment the background noises had faded and you knew they were in the air away from most danger, you had almost cried in relief.
Waiting on base for the heli to return you´d paced the floor of the hangar and nervously bit your nails. After what felt like a lifetime, they´d landed and Soap immediately jumped out and ran towards you. Your breath had been knocked clean out of you when he´d crushed you to his chest shouting.
“You are absolutely incredible!! There was no way we would have been able to make that piece of junk fly again without you. You saved our arses out there,___!!!” Relieved laughter had bubbled from your chest when he´d let you go and held your shoulders, looking at you with sparkling eyes.
“Good job” the Captain had said with a short but proud smile when he came to a holt in front of you. He never had to say much to make his feelings known. That `good job´ had told you enough to make your chest swell as you nodded to him. Ghost hadn´t said much. He´d just walked over to you lifting his arm in an angle and happily smirking you had done the same. Your forearms connecting he´d looked down at you nodding his head once, slowly.
That was it. Since then you became best friends with Soap, good friends with Gaz, Captain Price became somewhat of a mentor to you and Ghost…well, he was special. You didn’t talk much but when it was his downtime (which he only took very begrudgingly) he would come find you, sitting or standing next to you and watching you work. Sometimes he would ask you a question and so you figured you´d just do the talking. Whenever he was there with you, you would explain the steps you took to repair or maintain motors, axle´s and technical equipment.
So, when Price had announced two new recruits for the 141 you´d all looked a little surprised. But of course you trusted your Captain with his judgement. Today was the day the new recruits would join your task force and you would make sure to make a good impression. Knowing them or not, they were part of your team now. And you would try and make them part of your circle. You didn’t even know their names yet.
Showering quickly, making coffee and eating a quick breakfast you hurried over to your base. You didn’t live far from it and as you weren’t active in the field there was no reason for you to live in the barracks like Soap or Ghost did as long as they were on duty. Which seemed to be a never ending occurrence.  
You jogged over to your hangar like every morning, greeting people left and right until you heard the boisterous bickering of Soap and Gaz. Grinning from ear to ear you walked into the large area full of soldiers, vehicles and helicopters. “Could you two please shut it! It´s my first day back, seriously!” you said loudly but with a huge smile on your face. “There she is!” Soap laughed and scooped you up, swinging you left and right. “Never leave for that long again, hen. Please! Ghost is not a suitable replacement for you.” He sat you down on your feet again. “I was only gone for two weeks, Johnny, don´t be so dramatic” you rolled your eyes playfully. “And don’t make fun of my padawan” you pushed your finger into his chest. He smiled and swung his arm over your shoulders. “Aye, a´right, lass. Promise!”
Gaz smiled at you. “Good to have you back,___. You are right on time, the two new recruits are with Price right now. He will introduce you in a sec.” You raised an eyebrow. “You already met them?” you asked. “Aye, this mornin´. We had an early briefin´.” Soap said. “Hmm, I see. So…are they…?”
“Capable? Yes, absolutely. They come highly recommended” Gaz said matter of factly. You felt a weight drop from your chest. “I see. That´s good.”
In the corner of your eye you saw something that made your head whip around. Price had just entered the hangar with casual steps. He stopped next to a table and turned to the soldier following after him. Your jaw dropped and your whole body jerked a little to the side. Soap gave you a knowing smirk. “I know, right? He´s massive. 6´10 I think.”
Your heart was beating out of your chest and you were desperately trying to convince yourself that it was totally normal to have a vast number of 6´10 men walking around the immediate vicinity of a military base. It was normal, there were a lot of men of that hight walking around. Right? No,___. Fuck no! There aren´t!
You weren’t 100% sure it was him though. How could you be? The mountain standing next to Price was wearing full gear as well as a sniper hood, completely covering his face and neck. You couldn’t see his eyes very well from that distance to make sure. There also was one other thing. This man stood tall, shoulders pulled back, head held high. He wasn’t slouching, so even though you whished nothing more than to see König again, this couldn’t be him. The height? Total coincidence.
Trying to hide your, as you realised, devastating disappointment you got to work immediately. Thinking about the auburn haired man that stirred a longing inside of you, you couldn’t explain. It wasn’t just the dreams you had about him. It was his excitement, his eagerness, his voice, his damn smile. You saw it every time you closed your eyes. Your heart hurt. How could you be lovesick? It didn’t make much sense to you. The only thing you knew was that your heart and body felt like they were on fire constantly since meeting him. Your body pleasantly, your heart filled with something aching. It was a mixture you had never felt before.
Sighing deeply you were currently torso deep leaned into the hood of your latest broken piece of equipment when you heard Price´s commanding voice booming behind you. “___, meet the new team members.” Nervous, you wiped your hands on the rack hanging from your black overalls. When you turned, the world seemed to stop yet again. There was no denying. Not being able to see more than his eyes this close to you, it was enough. You had struggled too much to figure out their colour to not recognise them now even surrounded by the hood and black face paint. His eyes were wide and they looked to your shock absolutely horrified.
While Price was looking a bit taken aback by your quietness he didn’t comment on it. König´s eyes still held your own until he seemed to snap out of something and took a step towards you. “Nein…” he sounded so devastated you didn’t know if you should try to console him or be offended. “Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein, Maus. Was machst du hier?! Wieso…wieso bist du hier?!“ (Mouse, what are you doing here?! Why are you here?!) His hands moved to the top of his head like he was trying to grab his hair but he couldn’t. Instead he got much closer and lay both massive hands on your shoulders leaning down towards you and looking into your eyes. His own swam with what you now saw worry, fear and maybe a bit of relieve.
Price stepped into your field of vision with a raised eyebrow. He looked ready to pounce on König within the second you asked for it. “I´m fine, Captain. I…I´ve met him previously.” He didn’t look very comfortable with this information but slowly walked backwards towards Soap who´s collar was held by Gaz, holding him back from sprinting.
Your attention was pulled back towards König again as he carefully moved one hand and lay it gently on your cheek. “You´re not supposed to be here” he whispered. You knew he didn’t mean it in a condescending way so you tried an encouraging smile. “I didn’t have the chance to tell you what my occupation was” you answered slowly. “I didn’t know you were a soldier either.” He nodded his head a bit.
It suddenly dawned on you what his and your position would mean now and your stomach twisted uncomfortably. You understood his tone of voice now. He sighed deeply. “Ich hab´ so oft an dich gedacht” (I thought about you so often) he said gently. Your heart squeezed in your chest and trying to not choke up you nodded. “Ich auch an dich” (As did I) you answered. Why beat around the bush? He was here and so were you. You had to work with that fact. His eyes narrowed and you knew he was smiling underneath his hood. Slightly touching the hand that was still on your cheek you smiled back. You couldn’t see his cheeks or ears but your best guess was that they were bright pink at this point.
It was a bit difficult to manoeuvre everything since König joined 141. Price had pulled you aside after your first encounter with König at base and asked if this would turn into a problem. You gave him your most honest answer. “No, Sir. Unless you feel it´s a problem that I worry about my teammates out in the field. It will eventually happen with König and Horangi too.” Price huffed a small laugh. “Yea, I know you worry ´bout us. I also know you sometimes stretch your hours to be here when we get back and then pretend like something was broken” his voice sounded mildly stern. You hung your head a little. “I just wanna make sure you´re sure about how much you wanna…pursue whatever this thing with König is. You know the military has some rules about that.” You felt your face burn but nodded quickly. “I´m aware, Sir. I…I´m not even sure what…” He raised his hand. “Don´t need to hear it. I can´t stop you from caring and it´s good that you do. Not gonna lie, feels nice when we get back and you´re there.” You stared at him and your heart swelled for your Captain.
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Months passed and it was like you expected it to be. König and you had this unspoken agreement to see what this thing between you would turn out to be but it was difficult. You only saw each other on base when you were both fully committed to your jobs. Your job was to make sure all their equipment was on point. You couldn’t let yourself fall much deeper for him and let it become a distraction. And on the other hand you wished for nothing more than be closer to him. Other than some very small touches and hushed conversations you hadn’t had the time to explore further what you felt for each other. Every time they left in the heli or plane he would turn one last time and look back at you giving you a small wave.
The next time they came back, König was the one who´s gear was caked in blood more than the others. He really looked like an absolute beast coming down the ramp. Powerful legs carried him in long strides towards you until he stopped right in front of you. His gaze was cold, his posture challenging. It was like he was trying to intimidate you. And it almost worked. What you couldn’t forget however was his sweet smile, his adorable grin. “Was versuchst du hier, König?” (What are you trying to do here, König?) you asked him calmly and lifted your hand to his smudged cheek.
Immediately his shoulders slumped the way you remembered and his eyes closed. You hadn’t seen his face since that day at Lucy´s. His hood was always on. After months of pining your patience was at an end. You took his hand and pulled him outside the hangar. You could see Gaz and Soap fist-bumping in the background as you pulled König after you into the dark. The dull light of the hangar reached you only slightly when you stopped next to the heli and turned to him. “Ich will dich sehen” (I want to see you) you said while still holding his hand.
His breath stuttered as his other hand moved to his hood, pulling it over his head. Your heart beat against your ribs hastily. There he was. The area around his eyes painted black only accentuated his glowing irises, solely trained on you. With an almost wide open mouth you saw that his hair was not tied back. Or maybe not anymore. It flowed down towards his shoulders, framing his face with strands of liquid copper and brown. His mouth was a straight line, his brows pinched. He looked like he was fighting with himself. “König” you whispered pulling him closer to you. “We both know there´s something there.” He nodded immediately but looked almost ashamed. You continued. “For me, it was there in the bookstore, it was there when you joined 141 and it´s here now” you pointed at your heart. He inhaled sharply. “Oh, Maus. Du weißt ja nicht…” (Oh, mouse. You don´t even know…) “I thought my heart would explode in that bookstore.” He came closer to you, gently reaching out and touching your waist.
“When I realised that you´re in the military, in my team…I got so scared. I thought you were active in the field for a second. It terrified me. I thought you´d get to see the side of me that I don’t….can´t show you.” You took the last step and lifted both hands to his chest. His heart was hammering against your palm violently. Moving your hands further upwards you encased his aristocratic face into your hands. “I´m used to seeing blood, König” you said a bit teasingly. He huffed and smiled a little bit. “I…change….out there” he said hesitantly, looking at you with the most vulnerable eyes you had ever seen on a person.
You nodded in understanding. “You don’t have to explain more than that, König. All I know is that you changing out there, brings you back to me time and time again unscathed. That´s all that matters to me.” His eyes were so round and disbelieving. His arms sneaked around your waist pulling you flush to his wide chest. Your own hands wound themselves to the back of his neck pulling him down to you gently.
With somewhat sweaty hands and a body boiling so hot you could feel your own heat emitting from it, you looked into his beautiful eyes until his nose brushed yours gently. Your lips twitching you closed your eyes and waited for him to take the last step. He took his time.
Holding you ever so close he brushed his nose up the bridge of yours until his lips softly brushed your forehead. The air was almost punched from your lungs when you felt their soft texture breathing little pecks over your hairline, down your nose again and finally stopping above your mouth. “Meine kleine Maus. So wunderschön” (My little mouse. So beautiful) he breathed against your quivering lips. He was driving you nuts.
Slowly he began to move one hand up and up over your spine. Goosebumps covered your whole body and your knees became weaker by the second. “König” you almost whined. “Bitte” (Please).
So, finally with a violent shiver of his own and a slight groan, he moved his head and fully took your mouth with his.
It was like something in yourself opened up for the first time. You´ve kissed plenty of people before but none of them felt like he did. None of them tasted like he did. He was holding you gently but firm as he opened his mouth slightly. One of his hands at the back of your neck managed to let you forget everything that was going on around you, in the world.
Quickly you noticed that just standing there, holding onto him and letting your lips do the talking wasn’t enough. You´ve got a taste of him and now, your body craved more than you were sure you could chew at that moment. Open mouthed kisses with König was something out of this world. He may seemed like a bit of a shy person but damn, he was an incredible kisser. When you let out a little whimper you could feel his hands clamp down on you for a second. Encouraged by his reaction and knowing he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him, you gently and carefully touched his tongue with yours. A deep, rattling sound came from his chest as he used his own tongue to explore your mouth.
You couldn’t imagine how you had ever lived without his kisses before. It was like the movements of his tongue and gently fingers breathed live into you all the while robbing you of every ounce of oxygen in your lungs as well as every coherent thought. “Shit” he breathed. “I can´t” *kiss* “fucking stop” *kiss*. “You are so addicting. Thought about you” *Kiss* “every damn day.”
“Don’t let go” you breathed against his lips, desperately clinging to him. “Gott, Maus. Nicht mal wenn ich könnte” (God, mouse. Not even if I could) he growled. Your head was swimming. One more German word out of his mouth and you´d jump his bones then and there. König´s hands framed your face and slowly he retreated his wicked tongue from your mouth. Pecking your lips several more times he was panting by the time you opened your eyes to look at him better. Your hand had wandered from his neck into his hair and you twirled the silky strands affectionately while gazing at his kiss swollen lips. He grinned and all your were able to concentrate on were those damned canines.
Smiling you brushed your nose with his and giggled when he squeezed you hard licking his teeth. Your nether regions tingled so bad at this point, you really had to concentrate. You didn’t want this to be less than a make-out and a quickie. You cared for this giant sweetheart more than what you had thought was possible.
“I´d love to continue this, Maus but…You have to know that…I care a great deal about you. You mean a lot to me. I can´t just…” You touched his face with a light brush of your fingertips and he looked at you almost apologetically. “It´s okey, König. So do I” you smiled wide. The look of content and relieve that befell his face was so pure it almost choked you up.
Still holding you close to him he buried his head into your hair and took a deep breath. He mumbled something you couldn’t understand so you chuckled and leaned back a bit to look at him. He had a sheepish smile on his face. You pulled his head down again and kissed him, fully enjoying the little hiccup escaping him. When you detached from him again he touched your face with gentle fingers, mapping out each curve and edge. Then he sighed deeply and said “I´m really not looking forward to the conversation I´ll need to have with the Captain. He scares me.”
At that you had to laugh a little. “What conversation do you mean?” you asked. Hope and excitement spreading through your veins. “Well” he said, grinning again. “I want to take this wonderful little Maus out on a date and see where it take´s us. She´s pretty neat.” You giggled and felt your cheeks and neck burn. “But I need to talk to the Captain first.” You nodded in understanding.
“I think your Maus will be very happy to say yes to a date” you chuckled in a whisper and got on your tiptoes. He bent his head quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you into his arms. This kiss was incredibly sweet though not less passionate as  the last one.
As he slowly turned on his axis, never once leaving your lips, your heart sang with possibility and affection towards the man named König.
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lupinmoonlight · 9 months
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Submission Part 4: Edge
Masterlist AO3 Submission Part 1 Submission Part 2: Establishing Rules Submission Part 3: Obedience
Summary - You sit in Professor Lupin's lap as he edges you with his fingers. You end up losing your v-card to him as well. (5,013 words)
Warnings - smut, teacher/student relationship, heavy D/s undertones, professor/sir kink, rules, fingering, LOTS of "good girl" and "Yes, Sir", age gap obviously, loss of virginity, teasing, edging, mentions of bruises and marking, very light innocence kink if you squint, choking, my grammar (english is not my first language).
Notes - This is not proof-read. So sorry for being MIA. I was burnt out from university and stuff. I still am but I wanted to finish this. I also have 5 hours of sleep left before I have to get up as I am writing this lol. This one is a bit different as I tried to incorporate more of how Remus feels and thinks.
Left alone in the quiet confines of his quarters, Remus sat back in his armchair, his mind racing. He was more than aware that what he was doing was dangerous, was wrong. He was aware of the risks, the potential fallout if you were ever discovered. His career, his reputation, everything could be destroyed in an instant. 
Yet, that day you came to him, desperate for guidance, for dominance, he couldn't say no. There was an undeniable attraction, a pull towards you that he couldn't ignore. He knew that if it hadn't been him, it would have been someone else. Someone inexperienced, someone who could take advantage of your vulnerability, your innocence, and it filled him with a protective rage. He preferred having you explore this part of yourself with him, in a safe environment where he could ensure your consent...or at least that's what he liked to tell himself.  
Remus had always prided himself on his self-control, his restraint. He was known for his moral compass, for his respect towards his students. But with you, all his rules seemed to evaporate. The intoxicating mix of your innocence, your submission, your desire, was too overwhelming to resist. 
Every moment of your encounter replayed in his mind as he sat in his armchair. Your flushed cheeks, your trembling hands, the way you'd looked at him with such trust and submission. The memory of you kneeling before him, of you looking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes, was enough to make him hard again. The way you'd whispered 'Yes, Sir', the vulnerability in your voice, made his heart race. He could still feel the softness of your lips as he grazed his thumb over them, the warmth of your mouth around his shaft, could still taste you on his lips...taste himself on your lips. The marks he left on your neck and back, a visible sign of your shared secret, would be a constant reminder of his dominance, of what you'd done, of what you were about to explore. 
With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the dark ceiling. He was in deep, and there was no turning back now. 
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You made your way to DADA the next day trying your best to look as normal as possible. You were normal after all, and no one had any reason to suspect you had been on your knees before Professor Lupin the night before, gagging around him and swallowing him down. You couldn't even let your thoughts wander there. You forced yourself to take a deep breath and walked in the classroom like the most normal student ever. 
The moment you stepped into the classroom, his eyes fell on you. You did your best to look as innocent as ever, your eyes bright, your cheeks flushed with the morning chill. But the short skirt that hugged your hips, hiked up just enough to reveal laced stockings clinging to your thighs, told a different story, whispered secrets only the two of you shared. Your professor took a moment to appreciate the sight, practically devouring you with his gaze, his pulse quickening, his palms itching to touch, to explore. But no- he had to maintain his control- that was what you had asked of him, after all. 
Throughout the class, neither of you could focus on anything else but each other. Every time he looked at you, his gaze lingered longer than it should, tracing the curve of your neck, the shape of your lips. He didn't care how obvious his stare was, how inappropriate it might seem, how predatory it was. He noticed the way your eyes lowered when your gazes met, the faint blush on your cheeks, the subtle shift of your skirt as you crossed and uncrossed your legs. Each small action was a dangerous dance on the edge of forbiddance. He wanted you, needed you. His mind was filled with thoughts of you. Of how he could take you right then and there, on one of the desks. And you, you would just bend over for him, self-respect completely forgotten, dignity gone. 
After class ended, he found his voice, a low, steady command that made your stomach jump, your knees weak: "Y/N, would you stay behind for a moment?" 
Once the room was emptied, the sounds of chairs scraping and students chattering fading away, you found yourself alone with him. He sat on the edge of his desk, his legs spread, silently inviting you to step into the space between them. The air was thick with tension, anticipation, the room suddenly too small for the two of you. 
When you were within reach, he reached out, his fingers finding your waist, pulling you closer. He watched as your eyes widened slightly, your breath hitching as he pulled you against him. He could tell how he affected you, and he loved every moment of it. 
"Look at me," he ordered softly, his gaze unyielding. When you hesitated, he repeated his command, his voice just a notch firmer, "Look at me." 
Slowly, your eyes met his, hesitant yet trusting. His hand moved from your waist to your thigh, his fingers brushing over the lace of your stockings, causing you to shudder slightly. 
"I want these on you tonight when you come to my quarters," he told you, his voice husky. It was an order, a declaration of what was to come. "Understood?"
"Yes, Sir", you whispered, your voice shaky. 
He smiled at you, a small, appreciative smile with a softness only he could mutter. "Good girl," he praised. "Now go, and behave yourself today." 
With that, he released you and you walked away, your steps slightly unsteady, feeling intoxicated by the power he had over you. The arrangement was not supposed to hinder your academic success- yet, your mind was consumed by the memory of kneeling on the floor of his quarters, his length hitting the back of your throat. Everything had become a blur since then. Despite the rules he had established for you, you would never admit to him he had such an effect on you, the fear of losing the sweet feeling of being owned, dominated, too intoxicating, too good.
You were not surprised by your feelings. You were a horny teenager, after all. Inexperienced, desperate, touch-starved. And there was something about the way Professor Lupin held himself that made you want to surrender completely. He was attractive, yes. But it was more than that. It was the kindness in his eyes that made you know you would be safe with him. His quiet strength telling you he could be in charge, take control, make it hurt good, make you cry, make you beg, all the while making you feel like he was the safest, comfiest place in the world. 
Remus, on the other hand, had not anticipated the thrill he would be getting from this, from you. For the rest of the day, he had found himself caught in a heady mix of anticipation and unease, his mind never straying far from what was to come this evening, from what he wanted to do to you, with you. The knowledge that what you were doing was ethically wrong, taboo, only seemed to amplify his anticipation. He was acutely aware that he was crossing boundaries he had set for himself long ago. Yet, the intoxicating allure of the forbidden made every stolen moment feel even more intense. 
Later that evening, in the silence of his quarters, Professor Lupin sat in his armchair, his fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the armrest. He was nervous, a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor. He felt like a teenager again, debating what he was going to wear. Did it really matter? He doubted his clothes would stay on long enough. Still, he opted for something casual- comfortable grey trousers, a simple shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a loosely tied tie hanging around his neck. 
Your nervous knock on his door snapped him out of his reverie. He was by the door in an instant, pulling it open to reveal you standing there. Your eyes wide, and your cheeks flushed in a way that made his heart pound in his chest. You were dressed just as he had instructed, your short skirt revealing the laced stockings from that morning. The lack of any underwear was invisible to the eye but he knew, and the thought sent a jolt of excitement through him. Your blouse was slightly see-through, the white fabric revealing just a hint of the mark he had left on your back. You looked every bit the innocent schoolgirl that you were (or that you pretended to be), and yet undeniably alluring. 
"Come in," he beckoned, stepping aside to let you enter. His gaze was intense, almost predatory, but not unkind, silently communicating his pleasure at your obedience. He guided you towards the armchair positioned opposite to his own. 
"Sit," he ordered. You obeyed, your steps hesitant. You could feel his gaze lingering on you as you settled down on the chair, drinking in the sight of you in the outfit he had chosen. 
"You look beautiful," he finally said. There was a note of genuine admiration in his tone, an honesty that was impossible to ignore. You couldn't help but blush. You wanted to return the compliment, but you couldn't find your voice, suddenly too nervous to speak. Your reaction did not go unnoticed and he gave a soft smile, satisfied with the effect he had on you. 
"How was your day?" he began, his tone casual, as if you were merely two friends catching up yet his eyes were studying you intently. 
"Fine, Sir," you lied hesitantly.
He noticed the hesitation immediately and raised an eyebrow. "Just fine?" He continued, his voice holding a note of intrigue. "Did you eat properly?" he continued. 
You nodded, stuttering a "Mostly, Sir." 
"And did you pay attention in your classes?" He asked. He knew the answer would be no, but he wanted to see if you would be honest with him. 
You bit your lip, obviously flustered. "I...I couldn't concentrate...Sir."
He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Couldn't concentrate?" He echoed your words, a hint of concern coloring his tone. "Did you complete your homework, at least?"
Again, you hesitated for a moment before responding a timid "I tried to, Sir." 
There was a silence as he digested your words, his eyes boring into yours. "If this...arrangement of ours interferes with your academics, or your health, it will end immediately," he stated, his voice firm. "Do you understand?"
You nodded, a soft 'Yes, Sir' escaping your lips. 
"Good," he approved, letting the stern façade slip away, replaced by an expression of anticipation. He took a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him, the nervous girl in laced stockings, awaiting his command. 
"Come here," he beckoned, leaning back in his chair and patting his lap. The command went straight between your legs. You hesitated, not trusting yourself to stand, but you obeyed, moving to sit in his lap. His hand immediately settled on your waist, steadying you. The other hand rested on your knee, his fingers gently tracing the fabric of your stockings until they reached the line of lace adorning the middle of your thigh. He let out a soft, approving hum as he appreciated your obedience to his request. 
"Good girl," he praised, his voice lowering into a whisper, stirring a thrilling shiver down your spine. His hand slid further up your thigh, disappearing under your skirt. He let his hand wander even higher, his fingers ghosting over your bare skin, noticing the lack of underwear. You squirmed, your body arching instinctively towards him. Your movements elicited a soft gasp from him and you could feel his length hardening against you. 
The hand that was resting on your waist snaked up to your neck and then reached to gently grab your chin, turning your face towards him, his thumb grazing your lips, pressing into your mouth. You obediently started sucking on it, your eyes never leaving his. The sight of you, eyes wide and innocent, your mouth working over his thumb, made his erection twitch in the confine of his trousers. 
He slowly withdrew his thumb, trailing it across your cheek, before tangling his fingers into your hair, tilting your head back slightly. His lips hovered mere millimeters away from yours, your breaths mingling. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?" he asked, his voice barely more than a husky whisper. "Are you going to do as you're told?" 
You nodded eagerly, unable to trust your voice again. He let out a soft chuckle, seeing how flustered he could make you with only a few words and touches. He tugged on your hair, pulling your head back just enough to expose your throat. He pressed the softest kiss below your ear, before sucking a mark there. His. His mark. His territory. 
This was too much, you wanted more, needed more. You arched further into his touch, straining for a hint of contact, a fraction more pressure from his hand from his hand that had remained teasingly still under your skirt. But the man was not one to be rushed. 
"Now, now. Have we forgotten our manners already?" he gently scolded, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards in an amused smile. His movements stilled completely, effectively freezing you in your tracks. He savored the sight of you: flushed, desperate, and teetering on the edge. 
"Use your words, ask nicely," he urged you. 
His directive sent a rush of warmth through you. You were flustered, your words stumbling out in a breathless rush, "Please..."
"Please, what?" he prodded, a soft chuckle escaping him again. The pleasure he took from your desperation, from your submission, was evident on his face. 
Your lips parted as you drew a shaky breath, finally adding the one word he'd been waiting for. "Please...Sir," you stammered, your cheeks flaming as the words left your mouth. His eyes softened at your admission, his lips curling into a pleased smirk. Your squirms and tiny whimpers sent delicious jolts of pleasure through him, his hard length pressing insistently against you. 
His fingers began to move again, trailing further up your thigh, ever so teasingly close to where you wanted him most. "Keep your eyes on me," he instructed you, watching as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. "Stay still," he ordered, letting his fingers dance around the most intimate part of you. The most desperate whimper escaped your lips, a sound that was music to his ears, pushing him to the brink of control. You involuntarily arched into his touch, making him withdraw his hand abruptly. 
"Did I not tell you to stay still?" he reminded you, his voice a low growl in your ear. "Good girls listen, remember?"
"I...I'm sorry, Sir," you managed to stammer out. You felt his hand around your waist tighten, anchoring you firmly to his thigh, not allowing you the satisfaction of grinding down on his fingers. This was his game, his rules, and you would have to play by them. 
Satisfied with your answer, his hand disappeared beneath your skirt again, your breath hitching in anticipation. His fingers ventured further up, tracing the damp path his touch had created until one finger pressed at your entrance. His eyes studied your reactions, your pupils blown wide with desire, your chest heaving. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice steady despite the clear arousal in his gaze. 
"Yes...Sir," you panted, your voice trembling with need. 
His finger pushed further inside you, a low growl escaping his lips as he felt your warm tightness clench around him. His thumb began to trace lazy circles on your clit, his touch maddeningly slow. Your hands instinctively clenching onto his shirt, desperate for some form of stability. Your knuckles turned white with the effort of staying still. He set a steady rhythm that had you trembling, your body fighting the urge to move, to chase the pleasure he was so expertly teasing out of you. 
He continued his rhythm, bringing you to the edge of release only to stop abruptly. He was enjoying this too much, the control, the power, the trust you had placed in him. He could feel his arousal pressing into you, the tightness of his trousers now bordering discomfort. But he ignored it. This was about you, about taking care of you, making you feel good. 
"Sir..." you whimpered, the loss of contact making your hips buck up in search of his touch. But he held you steady, his hand on your waist keeping you in place. His rhythm was cruelly timed, just enough to build your anticipation before denying you release. 
"Please...Sir," you cried out, the words a desperate plea. 
He chuckled, his voice laced with an edge of amusement. "Poor thing," he cooed, his voice dripping with feigned sympathy. "Look at you, so needy. Can't hold on any longer?" 
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, ashamed of yourself for being so desperate, so vulnerable. But in this moment, it didn't matter. You were so close and you didn't want to dare reaching that sweet release without his permission. 
"Tell me, what do you want?" he asked, pulling his fingers away once more and smirking at the whimper of protest that escaped your lips. 
You were a blushing mess, your eyes pleading with him as you struggled to find your voice. "P-please...I n-need...," you stammered, unable to finish the sentence. 
"Yes?" he prodded, his voice calm and steady, a stark contrast to the evident arousal in his eyes. 
You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before speaking again. "I-I need to...to come, Sir. Please..." you admitted. 
A low growl rumbled in his chest at your admission, the sound sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. "Good girl," he praised. His finger, slick with your arousal, ventured back inside you, this time adding a second one. You gasped at the stretch, the pressure, but he kept his pace slow, steady, letting you adjust to the feeling of being filled. 
"Relax," he instructed, his fingers moving in rhythm with the steady circling of his thumb over your clit. Your body obeyed, relaxing into the touch, and soon his touch was robbed of all gentleness, setting a pace that had you panting and moaning beneath him. The relentless assault had you whimpering, your mind focused on nothing but the waves of pleasure he was eliciting from you. 
"Let go," he encouraged, a soft whisper in your ear. "You're such a good girl...let go for me." 
With a final whimper, you let yourself succumb to the pleasure, your body convulsing in his hold as you rode out the waves of your climax. Your body arched into his touch, your hands clutching at his shirt. He didn't stop his movements until you slumped against him, completely spent. 
"That's my girl," he praised, a note of pride in his voice. He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to your lips. His eyes met yours with a silent instruction. You obediently took his fingers into your mouth, cleaning them with your tongue, your taste mingling with the salty remnants of your climax. He watched you, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of you, flushed and sated and completely at his mercy. 
"I think," he said in a low, husky voice, "we should move this to the bedroom." You swallowed thickly, your pulse racing, but nodded, letting him guide you up on your feet. 
His room was a reflection of him. A large, comfortable looking bed sat in the middle, the sheets rumpled and inviting. Dark wood furniture filled the room, bookshelves lined the walls. There was a distinctly masculine scent to it, a mixture of parchment, leather bound books and something else, uniquely him. 
He led you to the bed, his hand warm and steady on the small of your back. You could feel his gaze on you, it was heated, predatory. "Sit," he commanded. You obeyed instantly, perching on the edge of the bed. He stood in front of you, your eyes at the perfect level with the bulge in his trousers. 
His hand moved to the back of your head, pulling you closer. "I want you to see what you do to me." 
His grip in hair tightened, the sweet pain making you gasp, your lips now mere centimeters from his erection clearly outlined against the fabric of his trousers. You could feel your cheeks burning at the sight. It was a powerful thing, to know that you could evoke such a reaction from him. It was intoxicating. 
He took a step back, his gaze taking in your shivering form. His hands reached out towards the buttons of your blouse, the touch making you flinch slightly. His fingers worked slowly, undoing each button with meticulous care. "Relax," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm as the material fell away, exposing your delicate skin. 
Reaching behind you, he unclasped your bra with practiced ease, discarding the fabric with a flick of his wrist. You trembled, exposed and vulnerable, yet you held his gaze. His hands traced down your sides, stopping at the hem of your skirt. "These," he stated, his fingers ghosting over the fabric of your skirt and stockings, "stay on." 
He gently pushed you, guiding you to lie down on the bed. His figure loomed over you as he positioned himself between your trembling legs. Your professor, still clad in his clothing, a cruel barrier between your bodies, pressed his hips into yours. The friction drew a sharp gasp from you, and you instinctively tried to hide your face in the crook of his neck. 
He was quick to catch you, his hand cupping your cheek, forcing your gaze back to him. "Look at me," he commanded. His hand slipped from your face, down to rest on your throat, his grip just tight enough to make you swallow nervously. 
He stilled, studying you under him, his thumb pressing ever so slightly into your soft skin. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper against the silence in the room. You wanted him to dominate you, to control you, even if this meant giving you permission to breathe. Your response was instinctive, your hand reaching up to press on his, urging him to tighten his grip. But he simply smirked at you, "Use your words."
You swallowed, your eyes flickering with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Y-yes, Sir," you stuttered, the honorific rolling off your tongue, only fuelling his arousal. His thumb pressed deeper into your skin, feeling your pulse there. 
Maintaining the pressure on your throat, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. The tenderness of the action stood in stark contrast to the dominance he held over you, the grip on your throat sending jolts of pleasurable fear through your body. Breaking the kiss, he moved to straddle you, his eyes never leaving yours. 
Deliberately, he began to loosen his tie, pulling it free from his neck and discarding it with a carelessness that had your breath hitching. He started on his shirt next, each button revealing more of his toned chest. Your eyes widened at the sight of his bare skin, your mind foggy with the realization that you were probably the first student to see this part of him. Sure, no other student had been on their knees gagging around him, but seeing this part of him, like this, felt different. It was more intimate. 
He caught your wandering gaze, the corner of his mouth curling up in amusement. He took hold of your hands, guiding them towards the buckle of his belt. You hesitated, your eyes darting up to meet his, silently seeking his approval. A low chuckle escaped his lips, "Go on," he encouraged. 
Your hands trembled as you reached for his belt, the metal clinking softly. Once you had the buckle undone, you moved to his trousers, pulling them open to reveal his black boxers. Your hands froze at the sight, your eyes looking back up at him, uncertain. 
"Keep going," he reassured you. You swallowed, reaching for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down, letting his erection spring free. He shifted back, pulling his boxers off completely before settling back between your legs. His bare skin against your was a new sensation, a very welcomed sensation. It felt warm, strangely soft, and safe. 
His tip brushed against you, teasing your entrance, yet he made no move to push forward, causing you to whimper softly, your breaths coming out in short gasps. He stilled, his dominant façade melting away for a moment to reveal the gentle, kindhearted Remus Lupin you knew so well. He looked down at you, his gaze soft, "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He lifted his hand to stroke your hair comfortingly. "We can stop at any time if you're uncomfortable." 
You loved that he was so caring, you felt safe, but you also wished he could read your degenerate mind. You didn't want him to be so gentle, so attentive. You wanted him to be rough, to use you, even if it was your first time. You shook your head- no, you absolutely didn't want to stop- a breathy plea of "Please, Sir," tumbling from your lips. Your hands came up to his shoulders, clinging to them in anticipation. The sight of you, so willing, so eager under him, had him teetering on the edge of losing control. 
He started pushing in, slowly, agonizingly slowly. A groan escaped his lips, the tightness around him was almost too much. You held your breath, the unfamiliar feeling of being stretched causing you to tense up. 
He paused, fully sheathed within you, giving you time to adjust to his size. His hand moved to your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek, "Breathe, love. Relax," he instructed gently. 
At your needy whimper, he began to move, setting a rhythm that had your breath hitching in your throat. Your small noises of pleasure spurred him on. "You feel so good," he groaned, his hand moving up to cup your breast before resting on your throat once more, pressing down just enough to slightly restrict your airways. 
You arched into him, your body begging for more. "H-harder...please, Sir," you begged, your words coming out breathlessly. His heart pounded in his chest at your plea. "Such a good girl for me," he praised, his movements becoming harder, driving you into the mattress. 
He moved his hand to your hair, tugging harshly to expose your neck. His lips descended upon your exposed neck, sucking a possessive mark into your skin. His other hand slipped down, tracing the line of your thigh, over the lacy stocking that clung to your skin. "Mine," he growled, the statement punctuated by a particularly harsh thrust. His grip tightened in your hair, pulling you closer to him as he buried himself deeper within you. His rhythm was relentless.  
Your breaths were becoming shallower, your body tightening around him. He could tell you were close, so close to that edge he had brought you to earlier. His movements became rougher, more aggressive as he began to lose himself in the pleasure of the moment. "Please..." you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your bodies coming together. 
His body was coiling tighter, the pleasure mounting as he thrust deeper and harder into you. "Come for me," he rasped out, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself back. Your body tightened around him, your moans growing louder as you neared your second climax of the night. "That's it, good girl. Let go." 
With a final thrust, he stilled inside you, his body tensing as he spilled his seed within you. The pulsing sensation was enough to send you over the edge, your climax washing over you in waves. You clung to him, struggling to catch your breath. 
He remained still on top of you, your bodies pressed together, intimately connected. "Good girl," he praised, his lips brushing against your cheek as he planted soft kisses on your flushed skin. 
"Are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice as he looked down at you. Your body felt heavy, exhausted. You could only manage a weak nod in response, your eyes still half-closed. 
"Did I hurt you?" he pressed, his gaze lingering on the mark he had left on your neck. You shook your head. He watched you carefully, his eyes studying you for any sign of discomfort or regret. All he saw was exhaustion and bliss. 
Slowly, he pulled out of you, the action causing you to let out a soft whimper in protest, leaving you feeling oddly empty. You barely registered his movements as he got up from the bed, only becoming aware of his absence when you felt the warmth of a cleaning spell between your legs. Your skirt and stockings were discarded, your body tucked under the comfort of his bed sheets. 
He settled next to you, pulling you close to him, cradling you in his arms as he murmured softly "I've got you." He kissed your temple, the action tender and loving, a contrast to the intensity of what had just happened. As much as you loved being manhandled, owned, dominated, right now, this is what you needed. His heartbeat, steady against your ear, was the most comforting sound you had ever heard. 
You knew this was not going to last forever, the reality of things pulling you out of your post-climax bliss. You would have to go back to your dorm soon, pretend to be a good, innocent little schoolgirl. But for now, you allowed yourself to melt into his embrace, the warmth of his body lulling you to sleep.
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hello !! I have a huge hyperfixation on anselm and I would like to ask you to make an NSFW alphabet( at least part of it) with him
будтоas if everything you write about Anselm (and not only about him, of course!) always so wonderful and cool🫶
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I’ve never done an Alphabet! This was so fun!!!! Thank you for real!
I did the whole alphabet b/c "partial" isn't really in my vocabulary... and... the wheels fall of this wagon pretty fast- smiles in dirty pervert
Contents: 18+ nsfw, lots of kinks but no blood or knives or mixing of danger and sex, several are fem!reader, not all Birdie-related, one tw: yandere for letter ‘W,’ but nothing descriptive
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Ass- I want to bite it (actually, this applies to all the fictional men)
Body- Anselm is not self conscious at all. If he’s meeting someone on the field of intimidation and he thinks showing up buck-ass naked would help, he’d just do that.
Cum- Very into the visual of watching it drip out of, off of, down parts of your body. If he wants to go two or three rounds, this is how he gets hard again. Playing with his cum on your skin.
Dirty Secret- Doesn’t feel a biological need to be a father, but loves how it makes him feel to tell you how he’s going to make you pregnant. A little ashamed b/c he doesn’t want to put pressure on you, but the lactation kink is maybe one he’s never gotten timed right to try out w/ a partner. So, there’s that…
Erotic- I will always and forever treasure the completely imaginary collection of modern and historic erotic literature that I think Anselm has. Like, a section for monsters and aliens and tentacles, a section for ancient same-sex stuff, references for knot tying and positions, modern smut, dirty versions of classic stories. 
Favorite- One of his fondest sexual memories- Picture it: New Year’s Eve 2000, the dawn of the new millennium. Anselm, having just moved back to America from university in Europe, goes to a party hosted by a previous fling of his that he’s hoping to rekindle with. And he does, high as a kite, with about eight other guys and gals. It really set the tone for how he spent the first decade of the 21st century.
Hair- This is so out of pocket, but I think Anselm is one of those guys who doesn’t like a completely waxed, smooth down there on his partner. He likes it groomed, but a little more natural.
Genitals- A gigantic anaconda and his two boulder friends.
Honesty- Too honest sometimes. I know you’re mad they made you wait ten minutes for your table at the restaurant, Anselm, but who tells the maître d' that you hope his mother is an animal lover b/c you have a cock like a horse and the sex drive of a gorilla in heat and you hope his mother takes cash because you just found a dollar on the floor, which should cover her fee. Who does that???
Intimacy- This is the one. Of all the nuts-o things I’ve written about this man… intimacy is, for the Anselm and Birdie fics, his strongest trait. It’s natural to him b/c he’s never loved like this, he doesn’t take it for granted, and more importantly, he never questions it. He just lets that connection and closeness guide him. 
Jealousy- Not jealous. He’s just too sure of himself and sure of the love and trust you have. Buuuut if someone tries to be more than friends with you, touches your arm even though you don’t want it, looks at you like… you know how sometimes you can just tell someone’s a fucking creep? That person disappears.
Kinks- Hilarious. Have you met this deviant? Why don’t YOU tell me a kink you think he’d have and then I’ll write a blurb about it.
Love & Money- The only two things he cares about, and can never have enough of.
No-no’s- Literally pains him to say no to you. Gives him a tummy ache. But likes it when you say no to him. No, you can’t come yet. No, you don’t get to touch me yet. No, you can use your hand and I’ll just watch.
Orientation- three-dimensional and multi-faceted
PDA- Likes to sit in booths at restaurants and have you sit on his lap before the food arrives. Sex optional. He just likes to share the menu and cop a feel.
Quickie- If he *has to, but wouldn’t you rather he take his time? It’s all so much more intense if he has the chance to wet every bit of your skin with his tongue first.
Risk- The word ‘risky’ to Anselm is kind of meaningless at this point. Who, in their right mind, would try to stop him from going down on you in a movie theater?
Somno- His favorite way to wake up, your mouth around him. Giddy like Christmas morning when you’re his personal alarm clock.
Toys- Extensive. Like, warehouse at the end of Ark of the Covenant extensive.
Unit- (see, Genitalia above)
Voyeur- Gets off on watching you masturbate, or naked in the shower. You both pretend that you don’t know he’s there watching.
Wild card- tw: yandere- alternate Anselm? Keeps you in his basement. Just wants you to be safe. He’s the only one who can. And it’s just a friendship… at first, but you start to grow fond of him. Like, if he wasn’t all stalker-crazy maybe you’d be into him. But he won’t let you out. And so, you can never be anything other than captor/protector and victim. He begs for more. You beg to leave. It's a stalemate, until one night when the lines get all blurry and you sleep with him. Is it because you want your freedom? Or is it because you're starting to feel something real for him?
X-ray under clothes- I would buy him novelty boxer shorts and very much enjoy seeing him wear them with his sock garters.
Ypsilon- In German ‘Y’ is pronounced “upsilon” but it has a freakin’ y at the beginning and sometimes, it still makes me double-clutch when I’m spelling things out loud in German. Not really Anselm-related, just something that trips me up as I learn.
Zzz- Once in awhile, he gets in a clingy, cuddly mood after sex. Murmurs how he’s never felt more relaxed, more at peace, and it would be a dream come true to wake up inside of you still. And let’s be honest, you’re gonna let him do just that.
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generalluxun · 23 days
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Chlonette Lucky Charms:
Marinette decides to use her powers to try to find a way to get together with Adrien, but the lucky charm gives her what she needs, not what she wants, so a of the charms are related to Chloe.
If you're still willing to do the snippet, I'd like that.
"I'm not sure you should be using the Miraculous like this, Marinette." "Tikki, as long as I'm useless around Adrien it's a danger to the city! I need to do this... for Paris!" That is how it began. Spots on in her bedroom, followed by a lucky charm. Down came a diamond studded polka dot belt. Ladybug recognized it instantly, and could even hear the owner's high pitched voice in her memories.
How is this supposed to help... wait! She's known Adrien for years. I can get to know him better by talking to her. That will help!Ladybug had swung off, a mix of negative emotions and unease stewing in her belly. The first meeting had been... halting. Ladybug had questioned her choice more than once. Chloé Bourgeois was prickly at the best of times, and recently her dislike for Ladybug had only grown. Before she could even begin to bring up Adrien, Ladybug had to clear the air between them. There was a lot she wanted to say, and even more she wanted to know. It turned out they both had the same question at the core of it all.
Why?
They bickered, each trying to justify themselves. Each with their next argument ready even before the other could respond. Arguing, shouting, gesturing, both even close to tears at times. A bang on the door, Jean checking about the noise, had given Ladybug her chance to escape. She had stewed for a day. Not looking Chloé's way had become a habit, but now there was an unresolved undercurrent. Marinette had done her best to put it from her mind, but her friends had noticed she seemed off. She blamed it on being tired and retreated back to her room that night. Okay, new plan. Come on Lucky Charm!down came... a knotted mass of action figures. Ryuko, Miracular, Queen Bee, Hawkmoth, Mayura, Diktator, and more. they were twisted together, arms and legs, hard to tell where one ended and the other began. One thing stood out though. Each wore a miniature diadem, just like Miracle Queen. What the heck Lucky Charm?!
Ladybug knew what it meant. She felt what it meant. It was the same path as before. The path she wanted to abandon. Lucky charm was lucky charm though, and Adrien was worth it. She had been surprised to find Chloe already out on her balcony, empty tea cups littering her table. Ladybug landed and round two began. It was instantly raw this time, but Ladybug was determined. It seemed Chloe was too, there was no stomping off, no 'Daddy!', plenty of yelling though, on both sides, and this time tears fell too.
Eventually they were both wrung out. Ladybug was left to sit on what she'd learned. The other girl was surprisingly silent now too, waffling as she paced the balcony aimlessly, staring out over the city. their eyes would meet and bounce off. There was still so much to go, things Ladybug couldn't bring up. There was one thing she could do. One thing she had to do, because she was Ladybug. She was Marinette.
“I’m sorry.”
Chloé had whipped around, fists clenched and eyes wide. She shook. Ladybug distinctly remembered that for years to come. Chloé was shaking. Ladybug held her breath. The firsts unclenched, the shoulders slumped, those flashing blue eyes looked down. “I’m sorry, too.”
Neither knew what came next. Ladybug was full up again with thoughts and emotions she couldn’t wrestle with. She’d mumbled something about the time and a goodbye before retreating once more to her room. Only later did she realize she was still no closer to learning more about Adrien.
I’ll get there.  This is just something on the way.
She went back. This time there were cookies out and untouched tea, though the tea was cold. Ladybug started with a goal. If she got Chloe to open up, it would be easier to ask about Adrien, she might even learn things without asking directly.  It was halting at first. They would nibble cookies and sip cold tea until one blurted out an observation. It would lead to a flood in reply, but it would always peter out. Ladybug kept trying to find a way to steer things towards Adrien. It never seemed to work.
She left Chloé with a date and time. Hot tea was better than cold. Ladybug checked her lucky charm before the next visit. A blank script fell into her hands. A play with two names and no lines. Ladybug went back with blank lines and no plan. It was easier the more she let go. Conversation began to flow; fashion, heroing, her partner, Chloé’s family, the bully in Ladybug’s life, the isolation in Chloé’s. The tea was cold long before Ladybug left.
The next time, Ladybug ended up dressed in haute couture selected from Chloé’s closet. It clashed mightily with her costume, sending them both into giggles. The time after Chloé had on her Queen Bee cosplay.
“I know. I know. Just let me pretend, for a couple hours?”
Ladybug did.
She began to see she wasn’t the only one wearing a mask. The girl on the balcony was not the girl in class. One was curious, probing, even a little timid.  The other was peevish, sharp, and still a bit cruel. Ladybug listened to stories about school events she had lived, told from a very different perspective.  She saw what she hoped was an opening.
“You know, happiness isn’t a competition. You can win without anyone else having to lose. Think of all the time that could be better spent being happy yourself rather than trying to make sure anyone else is less happy.”
It was only hours of long talks and fledgling rapport built up over weeks that gave her words any hope of sinking in. Ladybug didn’t get a direct answer, but there was a shift in class. The shift was matched by a change in the tone of Chloé’s stories too. Ladybug found herself smiling through the stories now. She found herself smiling thinking of the stories to come. She simply found herself smiling.
They talked a lot, and about personal things. At one point Ladybug feared she’d said too much. Marinette spent a week glancing nervously Chloé’s way in school, wondering if the connections would be made.  She had collapsed in her bed for an entire night, battling butterflies in her stomach and delirium in her mind when she realized what she was feeling wasn’t fear… it was anticipation.
Fear was making the conscious choice to abandon her long forgotten mission. Fear was buying roses, chocolates, every silly thing she could think of.  Fear was standing there like a spotted Cat Noir on the balcony. Fear was coming clean.
“I have a secret, I hope you don’t hate me when I tell you.”
Fear was dropping the mask. Fear was being Marinette, and all the vulnerability that entailed. She’d peeked under Chloé’s mask though, and they were both the better for it. Marinette could hope. She just couldn’t breathe.
“Spots off.”
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local-ground-apple · 1 year
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Hello, I just saw that you're open for requests and I thought, I maybe should use this opportunity. I'm sorry for my bad English >w<
I would like to ask for some Head canons where MC/Reader is a demon from their world (Twst) and demons are rare in Twst and he/she is dating one of the boys. How would the reaction be when they find out what he/she truly is, while they date and there is the fact that he/she never hid it anyway or doesn't care that they find out.
Characters I would love to see those Headcanons off are Lilia Vanrouge, Jade Leech and Floyd Leech. They are my favorites to be honest. x3
I hope it's not too much to asks. I'm also not sure if someone ever asked this before. D: Thank you in advance. x3
Hiii, don't worry about your English, it's great! And sure! You're the first one to request something like this. I've never written a demon mc! before, so I hope I didn't fail miserably Also, it's been a while since I wrote anything for tweels
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🦇 He knew from the very beginning. At first he wasn't sure that you were a demon. However, he knew 100% that you weren't a human. he guessed your race quiet rapidly, even before you two started dating. Lilia is ancient, so he had interacted with practically every single race in Twisted Wonderland, even as rare as yours. Besides, you didn't exactly attempted to hide your origins,
🦇 Lilia doesn’t mind that you’re a demon. After all, he isn’t human himself.
🦇 You both are really old. Like really old. But that's what made him figure out your race. You often slip up and reminisce about the past. Or you casually share stories from like two centuries ago. If someone points it out, you just brush it off jokingly.
🦇 Silver sometimes jokes that you two are really old (he means that you two are perfect for each other).
🦇 A Fae and a Demon is a dangerous, but powerful mix. You both enjoy someone else’s misery (kidding). However, you two absolutely love pranking others. Your favorite victim is Sebek, given his loud and violent reactions. Lilia “tries” to stop you,
🦇 Lilia never really confronted you about him knowing which species you are, yet he knew that you knew that he knew. You don’t really care if the others find out or not. You simply enjoy being yourself.
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🌊 Jade is quite observant and he quickly connected the dots. I mean, not exactly, but he was close. He was aware that you weren’t human. You’ve never really tried to conceal your true nature deeming it too troublesome to hide your demonic heritage
🌊 Since demons are extremely rare in Twisted Wonderland, Jade couldn’t figure out on his own who you were exactly. He had few guesses (all of them were wrong) and even with Azul’s help and knowledge, he didn’t manage to find out your race.
🌊 So he talked with you and you casually told him, dropping this huge news on him. Honestly, Jade suspected that you may be some sort of very rare Fae (oh, how wrong was he),
🌊 Jade doesn’t care about your demonic heritage. Quite the contrary, he finds it fascinating. He can and will ask you a lot of questions about your species. There’s not many books in Twisted Wonderland that are dedicated to your race, so he is rather curious,
🌊 Jade also does it, because he genuinely wants to get to know you better. You don’t mind his questions and you gladly answer them
🌊 Jade is also really curious of your true form (like whether you have wings/horns/tail, etc.) and he will literally beg you to show it to him
🌊 Perhaps one day you will,
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🦐 Flyod found out by pure accident about your demonic heritage and he literally doesn’t care about it. You are still his lovely shrimpie, so your race changes absolutely nothing for him.
🦐 Your demonic origin basically lets him squeeze you as hard as he wants without leaving any bruises or gravely injuring you. Needless to say, he is overjoyed, since he doesn't have to hold himself back,
🦐 After he found out, he realized that it was so obvious and he was so blind. Like, you didn’t even bother to hide your demonic traits at all,
🦐 You two are a menace to the society. Sometimes, when you let your demonic traits take over, you are truly frightening. And so is Floyd.
🦐 In the whole school, no one, absolutely no one dares to mess up with you two. Really.
🦐 You both are creatures of chaos and you both enjoying wrecking it together. Given your demonic heritage, you are usually more prone to picking up violence as a solution to your problems. And for Floyd violence isn’t a question, it’s the answer that is always yes.
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panickeddemon · 8 months
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DDLC characters when they're drunk headcanons
as someone who has never gotten drunk I am obviously the right person to make headcanons on this ;D (some of this headcanons are more set for when they're older)
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Yuri
-I think would handle it the best out of all them. She has the most experience drinking out of all them so she knows her limits
-She has a pretty high tolerance though
-One of the big reasons she likes drinking is because it lessens her social anxiety 
-Gets increasingly more social and talkative the more she drinks, she’s gets more open and relaxed and is more willing to try talking to others even if she still comes off weird
-Along with that she also gets increasingly more impulsive
-She can already be a bit impulsive at times when she’s sober but this fact skyrockets when she’s drunk since there’s no voice of reason holding her back
-When she gets really drunk, without fail she will always do or say something in the spur of the moment that she horrifically regrets the next day which she’ll then proceed to agonise over it for the rest of the week
-If she’s in a good mood when this happens it’s usually just something really embarrassing that her friends tease her for
-If she’s in a bad mood when this happens something more dangerous could happen 
-She learnt from experience how much to drink as to not get to that point but also feel the weight of social anxiety lighten a bit
-If she’s drunk she needs someone to babysit her and keep a close eye on her, when she’s tipsy she babysits her drunk friends
-Also if she’s around someone she’s interested in romantically while she’s drinking she can turn real flirty
-She’s got some banger pick up lines up her sleeve, Yuri rizz is real
-When texting, still tries to spell good when she’s drunk but it doesn’t work out so well
-Imagine her infodumping while drunk, imagine a drunken Yuri rant, 10/10 must have experience
Natsuki
-She’s got a short tolerance and she’s not afraid to use it
-Was scared to drink at first because it reminded her of her dad but it ended up working out okay
-To sum up her drunken self, whatever emotion she’s feeling when she drinks will be exacerbated when she’s drunk
-if she’s in a good happy mood, she’s the life of the party, she’ll be energetic, much friendlier, she’s loud, excited, might stand on a table or two
-if she’s angry, she’s willing to throw hands over a slice of pizza. Copious amounts of swearing and angry half baked rants, again she’s loud, she’s a scary little feral gremlin. Tries not to angry drink since she usually ends up regretting those the most
-if she’s sad, she’s a hundred percent gonna end up crying. Will be more willing to spill her feelings, she’ll complain to the nearest friend, she’s pretty quiet and soft-spoken in this state.
-You might even see a rare clingy Natsuki if she’s in a certain mood
-overall she’s a wild card, a mixed bag of a drinking buddy
-Really likes going to karaoke and singing really badly and loudly between drinks
-hates the fact that she ends up throwing up 90% of the time
-a lot of burps and hiccups, she chuckles at it everytime
-still has a pretty good sense of danger when drunk off her ass
-a drunk Natsuki gets flustered cripplingly easily and can’t hide it, she falls apart, keep that in mind if you flirt with her
-cannot fucking hear you if you talk to her in a reasonable tone at a slight distance, goddamn deaf woman
Sayori
-the least coherent drunk out of these four
-also doesn’t have a very high tolerance, it doesn’t take many drink for it to get to her
-doesn’t like drinking too often but every now and again is okay
-is just super duper out of it when she’s drunk
-she’ll be half zoned out the whole time, her brain is %100 just vibing
-surprisingly won’t say much, she’ll have mild reactions to what’s happening around her or she’ll say or ask something really random out of nowhere every few minutes
-if you ask her a question she’ll reply like ten minutes later, very slow processing, windows 98 brain
-is extra clumsy when drunk. She’ll drop and knock over so many things and probably fall at some point. The next morning she’ll wake up with a bruise with no memory of how she got it
-if she’s in a good mood when drunk she’ll be really calm and lightly bubbly
-but drinking is bad for her when she’s not in a good mood. Can turn into a sad drunk, her feelings become even heavier than usual and she can spiral really bad, she sometimes fears drinking due to experiencing this before
-tends to get sleepy and drowsy. She’ll always end up passing out by the end of a session
-on rare occasion, if there’s alcohol in the house she’ll drink a bit when she’s having problems insomnia problems
-also most likely gets extra cuddly and affectionate when she’s drunk or tipsy
Monika
-usually drinks the least out of the four of them
-has a medium sized tolerance
-the only reason she drinks the least amount is because of  the lack of control she has when she’s under the influence
-doesn’t mind being a little tipsy so much, will just be more relaxed at that point
-an existential drunk 
-starts questioning the meaning of life, her purpose, why things are the way they are and other deep questions, half of them end up not making sense
-can spiral too deep and either get depressed or turn into a conspiracy theorist
-either that or she’s a clingy affectionate drunk
-if there is anyone she cares about there, especially if it’s in a romantic way, she will cling to them the whole time and use every type of love language she can think of on them
-she also talks a lot, she talks about random stories or things she finds interesting or about her feelings, anything, she wants to shut up but she can’t stop
-and of course she’s more impulsive too and will go along with whatever idea someone comes up with
-she perceives her drunk self to be annoying and embarrassing which is why she now avoids it as much as she can
-protecc drunk Monika
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was gonna do some hcs on how the interact with each other but might do that another time im lazy now
(apologies if this whole thing is a terrible grasp on what being drunk is like I've just had these headcanons stuck in my head for a while now man)
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mars-is-me7 · 8 months
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man, i have so many thoughts about qfoolish. he's just a silly little goofy guy but then when you peel away the first layer that you see of him and realize that he's rather a complex character. I feel like he's such a different type of character than what is usually shown. (and honestly, it's something that brings me a lot of comfort as i relate quite heavily to his very laid back nature that people will sometimes take as being unserious or even uncaring) Warning, this gets long (like 2.2k long to be exact) lol and i ramble a lot- also, disclaimer for my own sanity: this is an analysis of the characters! i adore any of the creatures mentioned here so please don't take any of this as a negative view on them! :D
Foolish's motivations are just very different than what typically motivates a character forward and in some sense it's really easy to skew what you think about him. As in, it's really easy to misinterpret his character i think. He express himself in a different way than i think most people are used to. He laughs in serious situations and is constantly just joking around. I think this causes people to think he cant/wont ever be serious, but the thing is that he's perfectly capable of being serious when he needs to be. For example, if he thinks that he and Leo are going into a serious situation, then he tells her to put her armor on. Really, just anything involving Leo he makes sure to be serious if the situation calls for it. Or like, fighting in dungeons only if he deems it dangerous enough to take seriously. but like, if he doesn't think a situation calls for it, then he just continues to be his goofy self. And sometimes when the situation calls for it, he is just in between those two points in a way that others aren't. He's just not afraid to joke around even when the situation seems dire (cellbit's kidnapping and rescue comes to mind. like, he played such a large role with his symmetry wand, but despite all the serious moments going on,, he was still just a goofy guy).
And one thing about him being so silly all the time is that even the other members on the island sometimes get a misconstrued picture of what they think foolish's goal and wants are. I think in some sense it's true to say that what motivates his wants is what the value of something he perceives is. For example, the sunbird he only wanted because of how cool it sounded and how rare it was. The cloud he wants because its something unique and useful. He wants Cucurucho's friendship because that's something no one else has and Cucurucho has access to items and is powerful.
But these wants aren't the most necessarily the most important things to him. Their something he has interest in, yes, but they're not more important than say his friends and family. Which, i feel like some people might not recognize about him. After all, he is constantly talking about wanting a cloud or how he'd have no issue in killing Bad (and holy shit is landduo and their relation something i could go on about for a whole more hour cuz there's so much there)
Because one vital thing that's so *so* important to recognize is that Foolish is very possibly one of the most loyal people on the island. And despite all of his flaws, he would never really want to truly hurt those he cares about. He is loyal to the people he cares about to an absurd amount. I think it's very clear to see his devotion for Vegetta and his adoration for Leo, but his loyalty also applies to his friends on the island. He would never *intentionally* want to harm anyone he cares about. I don't think some people understand that Mr. Mustard fell under that category as someone he cared about. The entire reason Cucurucho was able to lure him into accepting the mission It gave him is because it brought Mr. Mustard's name into the mix. It told Foolish that Pac and Mike were the ones responsible, and with nothing better to do, Foolish set out to complete this task.
To talk more about the recent events with him arresting Tazercraft: he would never truly want to harm or hurt them. However, when you're looking at the grand scheme of how things went down, he was manipulated and really had no other choice. Sure, he seemed to enjoy arresting them at first, but the thing is I don't think he really processed or even thought about how this action would be received by others. To him, arresting Pac and Mike sounded like enough fun, and it was coming from Cucurucho (who he's wanting to be friends with for actual months now, and Cucurucho literally called him friend in the book it handed to him) and being arrested sounded like something he'd enjoy. Again, like something *he'd* enjoy and that he therefore thought Pac and Mike would enjoy.
You have to realize, Foolish doesn't have the same perspective on these serious situations as some others do. And the thing is that he judges how others react based on how he would react to them. So, in that sense, he views being kidnapped/arrested as a good and fun thing! he even said today on stream, "apparently when you arrest someone, others won't find it funny". it might have just been one line, but in my eyes this gives a really clear insight into his character. To him, arresting Pac and Mike was only a positive thing because it would help him find his friend and it could be a fun event for them. His friend that he was told, by cucurucho, that had disappeared because of Pac and Mike. Foolish doesn't hold any ill intent, but that doesn't necessarily come across in others view of him. Although it might not be clear, he cares about Pac and Mike. Today he even expressed worries about them and said that he still considers them his friends (even though he's aware that they might not share those feelings about him anymore). He doesn't know about their past traumas, to him this was just a fun little event that would be fun for both them and him. When first accepting Cucurucho's mission to him, I'd say he doesn't realize the consequences his actions would have. That by arresting Pac and Mike, it'd leave the other members of the server doubting him and mistrusting him. That others would be angry at him for something that he hadn't realized the gravity of.
(just random thing i want to say here: honestly, if Foolish had any malicious intent towards Tazercraft, he could have easily made their arrest go unnoticed for at least a few days. just think about it: if he had said that the surprise he had was just for the two of them. if Jaiden hadn't accompanied them as a witness. people wouldn't of known then what happened to them, but the thing is that he wasn't thinking in this way because he would never seriously want to harm them. he even wanted Jaiden there as a witness)
I think he realized the backlash of his actions in the Favela when everyone seemed to swarm him and then when he got interrogated. In which, he never really lied. All things considered, Foolish is a rather honest guy. I'd even say that he almost never lies. Like, if he's trying to hide the truth about something, he often times will find a way to skirt around the question without lying. Like, just looking at the mess that was the interrogation yesterday (/lh) you can see that he doesn't ever actually lie. He just blabbers a bunch of nonsense and skirts around the issue without ever revealing anything. The issue arises when you look at the lie he did tell.
for those that don't know, Foolish gave Jaiden a rundown of what happened before arresting Tazercraft. and in this he tells her that Cucurucho gave him the option to either 'arrest Pac and Mike' or to 'kill Richarlyson'. Not even going to lie, when he said this is took me (and i think all of stream) off guard. because Foolish practically never lies in that way and so blatantly. because this was just 100% untrue. However, it makes sense why he did it. At that point, he realized that people were going to keep badgering him on why he arrested Pac and Mike, but at the same time he knew they wouldn't take him telling the truth seriously. He may care about Mr. Mustard but the truth is that the other members don't hold those same thoughts towards most the Capybaras in general. Like, just look at Fit's interaction with him today. Foolish literally reiterated the truth of why he did it over and over again, but Fit didn't believe him even slightly. Foolish didn't lie once about his motivations and yet he was just not believed.
I think he realized at some point soon after arresting Pac and Mike that people weren't going to trust the truth. Not from his mouth at least. So he lied to Jaiden because it's a lie that people will easily understand. it's a choice they'd stop questioning him about. Again, he doesn't do this out of malicious intent but because it's something easier for people to understand and relate to. It's something they're not going to hound him about, not like they will when he tells them the truth. This lie is more easily digestible for the island members and it also brings Foolish less stress if they take this and believe it. Everyone is willing to make sacrifices in order to protect the eggs. And he had to of realized that Jaiden was going to tell other people. The islanders almost always spread these types of details to each other, that's just how it goes. Telling this lie to her in secret makes it all that more believable when she goes and tells some of the others about it later cuz it's something Foolish told her in confidentiality. To the other members, it paints foolish only in a good light. Of course he wouldn't have actually wanted to arrest Pac and Mike, he did it to protect Richas! and that's all it takes to stop them from getting angry at him. All things considered, it's a smart move to pull. Although, I do have to wonder how this will come to bite foolish in the butt. Because i can only imagine that it will be revealed eventually, some way or another.
From what i understood, Cellbit immediately dropped his anger on Foolish once he was told it was to protect Richarlyson. When Jaiden tells him this information he doesn't even thing to consider that Foolish could have lied. After all, why reason would anyone have to lie about that? In my mind, i can only imagine that the lie will protect him for now and in the short term, but once revealed that it's a lie, i think there will be some repercussions against Foolish for sure. Like, even Jaiden doesn't know that he's lied. Jaiden, whom he's been telling everything about. Jaiden who is only one (aside from Leo) who now knows of Foolish's secret detective role. Jaiden, whose the one he's told almost the entire truth to.
An interesting thing to note though, is that I think Foolish's decision to lie to Jaiden was still rather spontaneous. like, it's not something he thought too much about. it's a fib that makes his life a little bit easier (a little bit less lonely) and right now it doesn't seem to hold any repercussions. the interesting thing, though, is that he hasn't repeated the lie at any point in time. and like, he also hasn't done any lying to reinforce the lie he's told. it'd be so easy to paint a story that he's being blackmailed, but he just *doesn't* even though it's a lie he's made himself.
Foolish, all in all, is someone that just acts or speaks before really thinking too much about what he's doing. About the possible side affects of his actions. He just *does* them.
I think it also plays in very well with the idea that he's lived for thousands of years. the things that affect the typical mortal just don't phase him in the same way, not when he's viewing everything as an adventure or an element that is fun. i think that also taking into consideration that he's lived for such a long time, it's rather surprising how easy he is to manipulate. Because that is what Cucucrucho is doing, when looking at the whole picture. cucurucho holds a lot of power and we all know that it easily could have arrested Pac and Mike without the intervention of Foolish. So why make him do it anyways?
Well we don't know that for sure, but we can make some guesses. To sow distrust between the members. To see how far Foolish was actually able and willing to go for the Federation. To place blame on someone aside from itself. All possibilities.
Regardless, Foolish has played right into their hands. He's a silly guy that's gotten himself into a serious situation. One in which he might end up having to navigate alone because even though he has Jaiden he's still lied to her, and even though he has Leo, he would never want to put his daughter into harms way. He said something at the end of the stream about how this might just end up being a lonely road he's taking and i couldn't agree more.
Anyways, that's all i got for tonight as it's late and idk what im getting at here, i just think Foolish is really neat and wanted to attempt to put that into words. :D
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⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  
a/n: this is excluding the ones they have on the show. May have spoilers? The characters are a mix of both GoT show and the books. 
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・You scoured high and low to find at least one dire wolf pup. It took you two years (and all that time you hid it from Sansa. You wanted to hide her from feeling the constant disappointment of it not working out.) 
・It started when you realised how much Sansa was talking about Lady, specifically how much she missed her. 
・Now that she was safe, away from the dangers of King’s Landing. Sansa now let all that trauma wash over her - it was the steps in moving forward to healing 
・And a part of that was realising how much she had lost. Particularly, how much she missed Lady. 
・So, that’s what sparked your desire to find one for Sansa. You thought she deserved another chance of connecting to a direwolf. And hopefully her warging abilities would work once again. 
・Two and a half years later, you found a litter of direwolf pups on the outskirts of Winterfell. Three to be exact. 
・The mother was on her death bed and you couldn’t bare to see her suffer. 
・You asked a maester to treat the animal (much to their dismay). But animals held a big piece of your heart. 
・Mirculously all four direwolves were healthy, and you felt overjoyed but overwhelmed. How would Sansa react? You were only expecting to present her one. But now four? 
    The Queen in the North found your note and trekked down to the stables, where the three pups and mother had been kept. 
・ “Wha-what is this?” Sansa was shocked. Not entirely comprehending wat was before her. 
  “A ... surprise!” You said half-heartedly. 
・And she was surprised. 
・And...she cried. 
・All those traumas escaped through her tears, and she did something you had never seen her do. 
・Sansa, who bowed to no one, who held her head high, stalked towards them (she wanted to run but didn’t want to scare them) and fell to her knees. 
・She sobbed as she held the babies, who howled and cried, nuzzling themselves in Sansa’s arm
   “I’m keeping them all,” she said through tears of both grief and joy. 
・You nearly started crying at the sight. And wanted to run over to her, but instead, you let her have her moment. She deserved it. 
・And in that moment, Sansa could feel her family. Her mother, Robb, Rickon, and her father. She stayed in that stable for over an hour. Sobbing into the fur of the mother direwolf. 
𝑱𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘
・Ghost was a good companion. A beautiful boy who followed Jon’s every move. And you both adored him. 
・So Jon didn’t actively go out looking for another pet. 
・ Especially since he’s now living with the Wildlings. 
・But being together with you, meant that animals would somehow be a part of your lives
・You love animals. And you can’t help but give aid to whatever creature needs it 
・You had that conversation with Jon before, and you both came to the conclusion that Ghost wouldn’t do well with another dog
・And you didn’t get another dog ...
・While travelling with the Wildlings you came across an interesting part of Westeros where they had animals called ‘ferrets’. 
・They were long, lanky things that made funny noises and you instantly fell in love
・When Ghost came up to the vendor, his red eyes glowing, he sniffed one ferret in particular and looked at Jon, did a certain motion with his head (that you told Jon was a nod) and walked away. 
・Jon was put off by the animal. He thought it looked too ... unworldly. 
      “Like a deformed cat,” Jon had said and you scolded him
“But it’s cute. And she can fit in my pack.”
・Jon sighed and paid the vendor, who thanked you generously and stashed the money without telling you one important bit of information
・The ferret was pregnant.
𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏
・There was a lot of space in the castle that Dany had usurped 
・And although you loved her dragons, they weren’t exactly the cuddling, interactive type
・Viserion was the most affectionate, but even he could become irritated with too much physical attention
・And Dany could see that you vyed for affection - she gave you as much as she could whenever she could
・But duties and responsibilities were constantly pulling her away from you 
・So on your nameday, she surprised you. 
・The small bun had the floppiest ears and you adored it the moment you set eyes on it
   “What ... is it, exactly?” You said in Old Valyrian.
“A rabbit,” she responded, stroking its’ white floppy ear. 
    “I love it!” 
・Dany had even set up a space in your rooms for it. Hay, food, water, a little home where it could hide away
・She had done all this while you were distracted by Missandei 
・And you knew you were the luckiest person in the world. 
𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝑪𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒆
・His outright answer was no. 
・No animal would exist on his land unless it contributed in one way or another 
・The horses were used for travel, the cows for milk and the chickens for eggs. 
・But you wanted a puppy so badly.
・And you told Sandor that the Hound needed ...  a hound
    “It’s funny!” You said one evening, rugged up in bed while he added wood to the fire. 
     He only looked over his shoulder and raised a brow. 
・But you weren’t someone who liked being told to do. Sandor knew this. 
・And at noon a few days later, you packed a horse and got ready to go into town. 
・He knew you too well
・Sandor was standing at the fence, leaning against the pillar. 
・You slowed the horse and jumped from the saddle
    “I thought you were milking the cows,” you said, crossing your arms
“And I thought you were collecting the eggs.” 
・You scrunched your nose and stared at him. He stared straight back. 
・ “I’m going to get one,” you stated, unclasping your arms and leading the horse back to your cottage
“I know,” Sandor muttered to himself, shaking his head
・A week later you awoke to a high-pitched noise
・Jumping from your bed you raced toward the sound, thinking a fox had gotten into the hen coop
・But the chickens were fine. Clucking at you in annoyance for waking them. 
    A mewling pup wiggled in Sandor’s arms, crying for its mother. 
“Sandor?” You said in shock. 
     “A hound for Mrs/Mr Hound.”
𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒊 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓
・A cat; wouldn’t matter if it was long-haired or short-haired. Cersei would make sure the servants fresh her daily
・Many might think Cersei would have a pet like a snake or something that represents manipulation. But a cat suited her perfectly. A creature that isn’t needy - doesn’t follow you everywhere, values its independence and cleans itself
・Like a Princess for a Princess 
・Everyone would be able to differentiate this cat from the others in King’s Landing because around its neck is a collar made of gold. Solid gold. 
・It’s not too heavy and is clasped in a lock which only Cersei has the key
・Joffrey never liked the thing. And that’s what he called it, ‘the thing.’ 
・Cersei’s eldest son never liked animals much, but he especially hated the one that held his mother’s affection 
・Every night the cat would find its way into Cersei’s bed, sleeping at the end of it. 
・However, if anyone else was in the bed besides Cersei, the pretty feline would not enter
𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉
・A dog. However, she didn’t go out of her way to purchase an animal or go looking for one. But a starving dog chose Brienne. 
・The poor pup was stuck in a trap, and with Brienne’s golden heart, she couldn’t leave it there to suffer
・So, she freed it. And for days, it followed her. 
・Brienne tried to shoo it away. She even resorted to throwing sticks at it (lightly throwing). But it didn’t deter the young wolfhound 
・By the end of the week, Brienne had started hunting for two, rather than one.
・She’d cleaned and wrapped its leg with a spare shirt, and hand-fed it her food.
・When she finally returned home, with a sheepish look on her face, you knew something was up. But you thought something awful had happened. Maybe she wasn’t able to reach Queen Sansa in time for the meeting. 
・But it wasn’t something serious at all. 
・Just a malnourished pup who had trusted a white-haired knight and ended up with the perfect family. 
𝑱𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓
・Honestly, Jaime wouldn’t want a pet of any kind. Not a dog, a cat, a rabbit or direwolf. He didn’t want anything reliant on him. 
・Jaime felt this way all through his childhood through his teens and early adulthood. 
・It wasn’t until he had personal growth, and a part of that was from meeting you. And the overarching factor of his growth was due to leaving Cersei
・Now that he’s ready to settle down, to have a life of his own, the thought of a pet was prevalent on his mind 
・Like a practice run for a baby
・Because he never got to look after the children he had with Cersei
・So with you, whether you bore his child or you both adopted one, Jaime wanted to take a step back and have a pet in preparation
・Together you brainstormed for weeks, thinking of the best pet. You wanted a dog, one that would grow big and strong. That would scare off anyone that would do you harm. 
・All Jaime could think of was the slobber, and the hair, and the size of the poops. 
    “Oh Jaime, please! It’d probably smell better than you,” you winked at him and he chuckled.
Smirking he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you tight against him, “and yet, you still let me sleep in your bed.” 
・It was funny though, because you didn’t end up with a dog. Or a cat. Or a rabbit or even a mouse. 
・Somehow, you had adopted ... a fox
・The little red kit was crying for his mother, who had either abandoned him or died. 
・And it wasn’t even you who had found him. Jaime was out in the field, on the plane of land that you both lived on, and heard him crying. 
・He bundled up the four-legged creature and brought him inside from the cold. 
     “Y/n,” Jaime said hesitantly, and you could see the smug look on his face. A joke waiting to tumble from his lips. 
     “It’s a boy! You have a son!” 
𝑷𝒐𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑷𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆
・Pod had never had a pet before, and when you suggested it, he was over the moon. 
・Every night before bed he deliberated. 
    “Do you like dogs? How about cats? What if it doesn’t like me?” His ramblings made you smile. God, he was the perfect personification of a golden retriever. 
“Honey, you’re fine, it’s fine. There isn’t one person in this world who doesn’t like you.”
    “Um that old lady in the village didn’t like me.”
“Because you bumped into her while you were covered in blood. Once you started talking to her, she practically fell in love.” 
・Pod blushed at that comment
・The very next day, you saw the same lady in the village, but she looked troubled.
・Pod instantly walked over to her and asked what was the matter
    “My old cat had a whole litter of kittens,” she said while leaning on her walking stick, “and I don’t know what to do with them!” 
・You and Pod looked at each other and smiled. 
𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑻𝒚𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒍
・It was a shock when the sparrow landed on her window sill. He was jumping here and there, happily tweeting. 
・And then out of nowhere a large grey owl swooped from the hidden shadows and snatched the sparrow in its’ clutches. 
・Margaery gasped, and acted so swiftly, even retelling the stories she thought she misunderstood her own actions
・But her instincts kicked in
・And she snatched the owl’s leg and pulled it towards her. This loosened the owl’s grip and the sparrow flew away
・ “Now what was that!” She shrieked at the owl, who hooted angrily at the Tyrell princess
・She had been feeding the owl bits of feed and dead mice she found around the castle 
・But apparently it wanted to show off, yet Margaery wasn’t having a bar of it
    “That was very rude,” she said, but moved forward and stroked the owl’s soft feathers. 
    “But also very impressive.” 
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Flowers To Symbolize Your Characters With
Important Note: Flower meanings can and do vary by culture. If you want to add flower symbolism that will be culturally significant to your story, I would heavily suggest researching the meaning behind the flower in that specific culture.
A: Forget Me Not (These flowers most often come in a sky blue hue. Though, they can also be pale purple, pink, and white. They symbolize remembrance, true and eternal love, and devotion.)
B: Lavender (These flowers are known for being purple, but they also come in hues of white, pink, and blue-violet. These flowers symbolize peace and tranquility.)  
C: Chrysanthemum (These flowers come in shades of white, yellow, orange, lavender, purple, or red. They symbolize friendship, trust, joy, optimism, and a long life.)
D: Angel Trumpets (These flowers come in shades of white, yellow, gold, orange, peach and pink. They symbolize health and vivacity, but in other contexts can mean danger. These flowers are extremely toxic.)
E: Dandelions (These mostly yellow flowers bloom into white puff balls from spring till fall. The flower itself also sometimes come in shades of pink and white. They symbolize hope, healing, and growth.) 
F: Poppy (These flowers come in shades of red, orange, peach, yellow, pink, lavender, cream, and blue. They symbolize consolation, remembrance, and eternal slumber.) 
G: Iris (While these flowers are most often associated with purple, they can come in over 250 varieties! Meaning I can’t list every possible color these plants can come in. They symbolize hope, wisdom, trust, and valor.)
H: Gardenia (These flowers start out in a shade of white and fade into a light yellow hue as they age. They symbolize trust, clarity, hope, and renewal as well as dreams, intuition, self-reflection, and protection.) 
I: Hollyhock (These flowers can come in shades of blue, pink, purple, red, white, yellow, or even black. They symbolize the circle of life, ambition, fertility, and abundance.)
J: Daisies (These flowers can come in shades of white, orange, pink, red, yellow. They symbolize purity, innocence, new beginnings, joy and cheerfulness these days. Yet, in the Victorian Era, they could represent the ability to keep a secret.) 
K: Petunia (These flowers come in a rainbow of colors much like the iris! In modern times they symbolize desire, hope, and comfort. In the past they’ve held symbolism of anger and resentment.) 
L: Bird Of Paradise (These orange flowers mixed with blue represent joyfulness, paradise, freedom, anticipation, and excitement. They’re great symbolism for a bird coded character.) 
M: Rose (These flowers come in shades of red, white, pink, orange, and yellow. To no surprise they symbolize romance and love, but they can also represent courage.
N: Jasmine (These flowers are often white, but they can come in shades of yellow, pink, or pink-white. They symbolize love, beauty and sensuality. Thought the pure white blossoms represent purity.) 
O: Canna Lily (These flowers can come in shades of red, orange, yellow, pink and cream. They symbolize glory, power, hope, and confidence.)
P: Sunflowers (These flowers are most known for their yellow shade, but they also come in colors of orange, red, and brown. They symbolize positivity, happiness, and optimism.)
Q: Begonia (These flowers come in shades of orange, pink, red, white, and yellow. They symbolize uniqueness, harmony, gratitude, or caution. They can also symbolize individuality.) 
R:  Monkey Orchid (These flowers, unique for looking like the face of a monkey, come in shades of green, brown, yellow, orange, white, pink, red, blue, purple, and black. It can have two different types of meanings. It can symbolize death and evil, but it can also represent perseverance and strength.)
S: Marigold (These flowers come in shades of orange, yellow, red, gold, copper, brass, white, or any combination of those. They can symbolize happiness, joy, optimism, and good luck. Yet sometimes they’re associated with jealousy, grief, despair, and mourning.) 
T: Bluebells (These flowers are violet-blue and in the shape of a bell. They often symbolize humility, constancy, gratitude and everlasting love.)
U: Lily (Lily’s come in a rainbow of shades. They symbolize purity and virtue.) 
V: Zinnia (These flowers come in shades of pink, purple, orange, red, yellow, green, and white. They symbolize friendship, endurance, daily remembrance, goodness, and lasting affection. In the Victorian Era they symbolized an absent friend.) 
W: Daffodil (These flowers come in shades of white, pink and orange. They symbolize rebirth and new beginnings considering they’re one of the first flowers to bloom at the end of winter.) 
X: Peony (These flowers are most often light pink but they can also be white, red, yellow, orange, or purple. They symbolize love, honor, happiness wealth, romance, and beauty. Theses are good wedding flowers!) 
Y: Hydrangea (These flowers come in shades of pink, blue, purple, green, and white. They symbolize sincere emotions, gratitude, and deep understanding, but they can also represent an apology.) 
Z: Spider Lily (These spider like flowers come in shades of bold red, pink, white and yellow. They symbolize death and the cycle of rebirth.)
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Maybe it gets better? (I could wait, it'd be my pleasure) Pt.2!!
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Authors Note and CW’s under the cut :p
Authors Note: Oh hey :D I didn’t take nearly 2 years to write the sequel wdym? And I most certainly didn’t set the ground work for a whole series that I definitely can’t finish but will do what I can, that’s insane!! Anyways thanks for those who came from the first part or those who I promised a part two and have been waiting (I see and appreciate you!!). This one is for my sapphic girls!! Ballora is the one out of the three who gets the least amount of love so I’m correcting that. Also giving my femcel core girls some rep, I can have my cake and eat it too! Comments and reposts are my food so part three might not take a whole year if I’m fed but who knows :) I absolutely hate when fanfic writers out their fan art into fics so I’m making seeing their redesigns options is you’d like to see the click here.
(Also @crazyytogetherrr @azmosposts @cherryxsapphic pspspsps come get your long over due food)
Content Warning(s): Female reader and anatomy, insane amounts of pet names, obsessive behavior (mild daydreaming of kidnapping in a non serious tone), and of course smut
You came back just like you said you would, you were never one to go back on your promises of course. But now you were standing in the office you'd originally sworn you’d never come back to. Thankfully, this time you know what you're getting into. 
The hours before you got here were spent pacing and almost obsessively debating if going back was the best idea. Your mind went back and forth on whether Ballora invited you back out of pure politeness (do robots even feel the need to be polite??) Or if she genuinely wanted you back, if that was the case would the others want you there too? 
With those thoughts weighing you down you gave yourself 5 minutes of wallowing in your own anxieties so if you ultimately chose to stand her up you had the option to run away with your metaphorical tail in between your legs. But now with your time running out, and no convincing reasons to turn back you straightened up your outfit in the smudged, dirty reflection of the window.
You dressed up, meaning a pretty sweater and skirt instead of your more casual clothes. Even if only 2 out of your 3 robotic friends (lovers?) would be able to see you, you wanted to look your best for this second meeting.
Your hands shook as you flattened out the last wrinkle on your sweater, your thoughts racing a mile a minute. You were in actual mortal danger last time you came here, yet here you were more worried about your outfit then hightailing it out of there all because a couple unsettlingly sentient robots made your entire year in one night.
You checked the time on your phone for the umpteenth time, 11:59 stared back. It was now officially too late to take the cowards route, excitement and unease mixed in the pit of your stomach as the reality of your situation dawned on you. 
This was fine, right? You'd be fine?
You squeezed your eyes as tight as you could, hoping your almost debilitating anxiety would quiet down. You conjured up the memories you'd been replaying in your head over and over again. Ballora embracing you in the dimness of her room, holding onto you as if you would disappear if she let up. Foxy's toothy smile as he procured a Funtime Foxy plush to keep you company. Even Freddy's giddy monologue as he absent-mindedly squeezed his arms around you.
They loved- liked you… didn't they? Maybe love was too strong of a word for only one meeting, but you had only met them the same night you decided to sleep with them. Your mind finally slowed down, any self-doubt being filed away for another time.
Love or not, you were going to make good of your promise. You opened your eyes as you took a deep breath, stars dancing across your vision because of your prior eye squeezing. This was your new life now, secret lewd relationships with robots and casual breaking and entering. 
You slipped your phone into your backpack's side pocket, you'd come prepared this time with a blanket, some water, snacks, and your aforementioned funtime Foxy plushie.
With one last check in the mirror to make sure you looked your best, you inched towards Ballora's door, only stopping once you grasped the handle. 
"This is a good idea, a great idea even!" You thought to yourself, blood pressure surely sky rocketing into unsafe levels as you slowly opened the door. Serene, classical music filled your ears and immediately put you at ease. You walked a couple more steps, eyes feverishly scanning for Ballora but her voice found you first,
"Y/N?" Her voice was an uncharacteristic whisper,"Is that you?" She had one foot on her stage, seemingly in the middle of getting on.
"Yes! Uh- I mean yes?" You awkwardly responded, an unintended shrill tone escaping you. Minireenas hurriedly teetered away in their ever cute fashion, thankfully taking your mind off of you already botching your greeting.
"S-Sorry I'm a little late I was-" An explanation was on the tip of your tongue, but Ballora's sudden rush towards you momentarily threw you off. In an honestly disturbing display of speed she made her way to your side, immediately scooping you up into the air with her arms under your armpits. A disgruntled squeak left your lips as she spun you around once, then twice, before hugging you close to her chest as laughter spilled from her lips.
"I-I-I thought you weren't coming! I was so worried that you'd leave us behind. That'd you f-forget about us!" Relief was all but palpable in her tone, clearly beyond herself with excitement, "B-But you're here! You're really here! My dearest y/n…" 
Affection was oozing off of every word she spoke, such raw emotion cutting right through you. Your heart warmed with her caring sentiment but her tight bear hug was firmer than you'd like, constricting you to the point that you could barely breathe. 
"Ballor-a? I can't- really breathe-" You felt bad not openly reassuring her, but you felt like she'd appreciate it if you didn't pass out on her. She let out a surprised noise, quickly releasing her grip and setting you on the ground. 
"Ah! I apologize, I didn't mean to get so emotional" Ballora murmured, wiping her hands on her cloth skirt in an antsy motion. Her posture quickly turned dejected, faceplates shifting and face souring in tandem. A dull ache remained at your sides but you quickly ignored it,
"No! No please don't apologize, that was just a little too tight" You gazed worriedly at her closed eyes, arms moving to hug her waist,"I would never forget you Ballora, I'm sorry I made you feel like that" For the first time in your life you cursed the gods for not making you an optimal height for kissing animatronics, even on your tippy toes you barely even hit her chin. 
A thankful smile pulled at her lips, you reached a hand up in an unusual show of confidence and gently guided her down to your level. You hesitantly slid your lips against hers, feeling the firm, cool metal against your softer human ones. Ballora's mouth was seemingly only specialized for mimicking realistic speaking, meaning that unfortunately for the both of you, fluid kissing was not possible.
Even then just the firm press of your lips to hers was enough to convey every reassurance you wanted to. You pulled away to gauge her reaction and make sure you hadn't overstepped. It seemed like quite the opposite was true, as Ballora smiled down with a giddy expression.
"Well aren't you a romantic honey? Thank you" You weren't quite sure if she was thanking you for the kiss or for the kind words you reciprocated, your mind too busy gazing at her teeth. Now that you were up close and personal you could see her seemingly human-in-shape teeth taper at the ends just enough to be noticeably sharp. A small shiver ripped through you at the thought of what those teeth could do, 
"I would love to kiss you some more, hun but I do have to give you something" Ballora said, changing the subject and disentangling the two of you so she could twirl her way to her stage. You trailed behind, already needy and missing her warmth but still eagerly watching her blindly grope behind the drawn curtains beside her stage.
"Foxy helped me get this from the workers today, figured you'd might be interested sweetheart" She procures a piece of paper from its hiding spot, eagerly handing it to you in order to hear your reaction. The front read "Circus Baby's Pizza World" with a smaller "Help Wanted" just under it. Cutely drawn representations of the animatronics littered the page, pointing at the long list of jobs. 
The starting pay of each job was an almost eye popping large amount, the lowest paying job paying more than double your current job. The icing on the cake was the sentence at the bottom "No Prior Job Experience Needed", a smile grazed your face as soon as you read the words.
"I assure you I'm not attempting to indoctrinate you," Ballora joked, "After this week, there's a good chance that they will be putting keycard locks for the nightshift, the easiest way for us to bypass this would be for you to be employed here! But if that's not favorable we could figure something else out dear, no worries''
"This is perfect! I'd love to work with you guys, I'm not sure if they'd actually hire me but I can try!" You said, excitement emanating from you.
"The whispers from the staff assure me that management is, quote, 'floundering for new hires' so while I may not be privy to the details, I can imagine someone as wonderful as you will be picked up in no time" Her hand found its way to your lower back, dangerously close to your butt (not that you minded). The reassuring pressure left your skin pleasantly buzzing, you busied yourself by flipping to the paper around.
A basic job application form with almost laughably low quality confetti in the background stared back at you, it couldn't be that easy right? A job this high tech wouldn't just have you fill out a form, there had to be a catch. 
You bit your lip, what if they just didn't choose you? Your meager associates degree didn't even earn you anything above a grueling low paying office job, how the hell were you supposed to convince them to let you deal with such sophisticated animatronics?
You shouldn't have come back, you should have known that. Even if your intuition always tried to psych you out of everything you did, no matter how big or small, you knew better than to get your hopes up for something as good as the prospect of finally connecting with someone.
A small taste of copper exploded in your mouth, a direct result of your teeth overworking your lip. Despite the pain, you dig them in further as you try to think of anything to say.
"I'm sure you'll make the right decision" Ballora said unprompted, "I must say I've missed your voice, might we sit down and talk? How's that sound?" Without any eyesight she must have taken your silence as a cue to move on with the night. You were grateful for her stellar social skills, since they effectively pulled you out of your circling thoughts. You unlodged your teeth from your bloody lip,
"I'd love to, just- uh let me put my paper in my bag real quick" Your voice quivered a bit, as your anxieties still whispered in the back of your mind. Ballora either didn't notice your slight breakdown, or chose not to comment on it (both of which you were thankful for). She took a graceful step back, retracting her reassuring touch but allowing you space to get situated.
"I'm allowed to make decisions without thinking of every what if" You reminded yourself, kneeling down to delicately stuff the paper in your bag. 
You really did almost not come back, your mind rationalizing the fact that what you were dealing with down here was completely and utterly out of your control. Yet your body ignored any and all rationalizing, waking you up in the middle of the night in a puddle of your own arousal at the fuzzy memory of cold metallic fingers dancing along your body.
You zipped your backpack up, noisily announcing that your task was done in order to notify Ballora, who in turn made a small nod in your direction. You could see the semblance of a smile grace her face as she turned to the nearest wall. You pushed your backpack so it leaned against the nearby stage, quickly clamoring onto your feet to follow her.
"Whatever happens will happen" At least you were wanted here (which really couldn't be said for anywhere else you went sadly). But hell if you weren't going to make the most from it. You watched eagerly as Ballora carefully maneuvered herself into sitting against the wall, metal screeching as she finally hit the floor.
"I'm… not so graceful when it comes to sitting. Us animatronics really were only made to stand" Ballora joked, a refined giggle lacing her words. She seemed a bit bashful at her lack of elegance but continued on anyway, patting her lap invitingly. 
"I think you're always graceful Ballora" You answered, sweetening up your tone to an artificial level. You carefully lifted one of your legs over her stretched out ones, and carefully lowered yourself into her lap. 
"I'm glad you think so, but be careful darling, all that flattering you're doing might get you more than what you bargained for" Ballora wasted no time, as soon as you completely sat your weight on her she let her hands roam free. Her long, segmented fingers found their way to your face.
Closing your eyes, you obediently stayed still while you let Ballora trace her finger tips over your features. She took in all the information she could, the height of your cheekbones, the roundness of your closed eyelids, the slope of your nose, only slowing when she pressed a thumb against your lips.
"You're quite beautiful y/n," Ballora murmured, "Times like these really make me jealous of the others, I bet you make such cute faces while we defile you" Your face broke out in a blush, response getting caught in your throat as she gingerly pressed her thumb past your lips. Almost on instinct, your tongue flicked up to meet it. You weren't sure if you were disappointed or relieved that you couldn't taste anything, but at the very least the cold metal was a pleasing sensation against your tongue.
"Good girl~" The praise spilled from Balloras lips with a playful lilt, your tongue stopping its minute kitten licks as a whine unwittingly pushed its way out of your chest. Your eyes snapped open, embarrassment flooding your system at your involuntary reaction. Ballora, ever unphased by anything, has a pleased smile on her face.
"Now that's the reaction I was hoping for darling" she cooed, free hand wandering down the column of your throat. You had half a mind to pull back from the overwhelming mix of touch but in a swift purposeful move her other hand had made it down to your hip, stalling your squirming. You hadn't even noticed you were moving until she stopped you, your mind running a mile a minute and not getting a break as Ballora pressed your tongue down firmly.
"If you'd like to stop, just tap my wrist, okay?" You did your best to nod around her digit, "Let's keep at this, I think this is going just great" She leaned in to press a firm kiss against your hairline as her thumb got to work lazily petting your tongue until spit bubbled out the sides of your mouth.
Ballora rocked her thigh up just enough to press against your clothed mound, and you immediately knew you were done for. With a thumb in your mouth, an insistent pressure between your legs, and a hand that somehow snuck its way under your sweater any coherent thought was quickly squashed to make room for your growing libido.
"I can see the appeal of being inside someone now, shame only the boys get to" Ballora spoke in a nonchalant tone, cocking her head slightly at the choked noise you made. Only it wasn't just a choked noise, your knee-jerk reaction to the upsettingly hot comment was to inhale which quickly turned into you actually choking on your own spit. You quickly lean backwards, heaving slightly as you almost cough your lungs out.
"Too much?" Ballora asks as her hand not covered in spit pats your back, you take a second to even out your breaths before answering.
"No, just-" You wipe your mouth and let out one more cough, "I was just a little surprised 's all" Your embarrassment only worked to darken the flush on your cheeks, all the coughing didn't gross her out did it? 
"Sorry, sorry" The hand on your back urges you forwards, "What if I make it up to you? Hm? How's that sound princess?" Her cloyingly sweet tone calms your nerves, 
"Yeah, I'd like that…" You whispered quietly, allowing yourself to be coaxed forward. You leaned your weight against her chest, unabashedly nuzzling into her smooth neck. Reveling in the shudder she gave in response to the touch, you wrap your arms around her torso.
"Sweet thing, and here I thought you wanted to take a breather" Balora teased while easing her left hand, still tacky with spit, under your skirt. "And for the record I wasn't joking about wanting to be inside you~" Now that you didn't have a foreign object in your mouth you could successfully give a sharp inhale, no choking involved. 
"Foxy's the only one with custom parts, though with some convincing I could probably get either of them to swap with me" Probing fingers massaged the meat of your thigh, and you have to settle the adrenaline in your veins to form a response.
"Custom… parts?" 
"Oh yes, they didn't build Foxy that pretty on accident" Ballora elaborated, "Though I do admit we did help each other from time to time, we haven't done much experimenting, well, not before you came honey" That certainly got your attention, wiggling in her lap as her fingers finally grazed where you needed them.
"Cute~" the simple comment combined with her free hand effortlessly lifting your hips just enough to where she could press against you drew a needy noise out of you. 
“When you say helping each other you mean…?” You had to ask because she couldn’t possibly be implying what you thought she was, in the back of your mind you were vaguely aware that she had rendered you incapable of speaking more than half a sentence.
“Well, after a certain adorable human snuck her way into our hearts it opened a new…” Her fingers nonchalantly snuck their way into your panties, “world of possibilities for us. We are children’s entertainers at heart, but a night like that after months of inactivity is hard to move past.” Your ears burned with embarrassment, partly relieved that you weren’t the only one that was deeply affected by what transpired. Her chilled fingertips busied themselves by ghosting over your clit before smoothing over your folds,
”But that’s enough about us, tell me y/n, did you miss us too?” Ballora mused, digits now moving in a smooth, languid motion only aided by your slick. 
Of course you missed them, how could you not? You’d replay that night over and over again in your brain almost obsessively, every detail searing itself into your brain. At night when you were just trying to catch a wink of sleep, in the morning while you robotically went through your pre-work routine, in the evening while you drove home. Nearly every moment you were left to your devices was filled with the knowledge that not only did you technically trespass on a newly opening business, but also had two rounds of sex with the performing animatronics while in constant peril. 
The insanity of losing your virginity at a pizzeria chain only squandered by the pure lust that surged through you at the reminder that you in fact lost your virginity, that someone (something? Do animatronics count as people?) in fact wanted to have sex with you. And being wanted was one of the most addicting feelings you’ve ever felt.
”Of course I missed you guys,” You sighed blissfully, “It was -ah- crazy hard to even sleep-“ An incessant nudge against your entrance made your words taper off as more sounds tumbled off your tongue.
“Oh?” Ballora’s tone took a dangerously raspy edge, “Don’t tell me you were touching yourself to the thought of us, naughty girl”
”N-No, it was- just” One of her fingers teasingly threatening to press inside momentarily distracted you, “Dreams..? I’ve never been good at- by myself-“
”By yourself?” She prompted, her fingers stilling being both a blessing and curse.
“Y’know- uh getting myself off? At least wh-en I’m awake” God, you were really telling her about that huh? You guessed that people who were intimate with each other talked about this kind of stuff.
”Hmmmm~” Her pointer finger eased itself halfway inside you, “Poor thing, you must’ve been so pent up huh? Glad we could help you even when we’re apart. You said dreams?” Each time she prompted you to talk was surely taking years off of your life, you clenched up uselessly around her unmoving digit.
”Ballora- please just? Move?” You pleaded, thighs tensing as you attempted to shift in any way, only to be reminded of her iron hold on your hips.
”You get pretty spacey when I move, princess. I’m helping you out a little, making it easy. Why don’t you tell me about those dreams?” You let out a peeved puff of air, but obliged.
”It wasn’t anything crazy, just…” You said, trying to find the right words. “You -ngh!- guys kept showing up in my dreams? I’d wake up all- gross and sweaty.” That seemed to be what Ballora was looking for if the way she brought you impossibly closer and nuzzled your temple was anything to go by. Her warm breath puffed around the shell of your ear, making you shiver but quickly still when her lips inched close.
”Your body knows it’s ours.” Sharp teeth gingerly closed around your ear, ever mindful not to maim; just to impose their presence. “You’re wonderful Y/N~ You came back to me like the good girl I knew you were, and now I can bring your dreams into reality. Is there anything in particular you’d like, princess?”
“Anything- Everything? Please?” You didn’t even know what you were trying to say, only desperate to say the right things to get her hands fawning over you again. Your dreams more often than not delved into a too-deep-and-fucked-up territory you would rather not vocalize nor realize.
Ballora’s smooth chuckle calmed any remaining nerves, the muscles in your body singing as her hand got back to work; The finger inside of you effortlessly sliding completely into your welcoming heat while her thumb blindly felt its way up to your clit. While your immediate impulse was to shift, you were stopped by the smallest pinpricks of pain blooming as her teeth bared down,
”Careful dear, I might hurt you if you squirm too much.” Ballora practically purred. You made a vaguely understanding noise, doing your best to quell your nerves and not move. Another correct response got you another one of her fingers, their lazy movement making your head spin.
”Ballora?” Her name left your lips before you could stop it, spoken just between a gasp and whine. The teeth on your ears again dug in just enough to make you jolt before releasing, Ballora smoothed over the warm sting with feather-light kisses.
”Yes, honey?” Now that the threat of having a chunk of your ear be ripped off was less of an immediate concern, your hips eagerly angled so you could manipulate her fingers to hit the bundle of nerves inside of you that they seemed to be avoiding. You earned yourself a couple toe-curling zaps of pleasure until the hand on your hip gave a squeeze in warning.
”Naughty, what were you saying Y/N?” Her tone had just enough edge to make you regulate the overwhelming urge to implore her to move any faster.
”Um- I was thinking I could uh-“ Your voice shook, unused to asking for something so openly. “I could help you? We could finish together?” You leaned back so you could see her reaction clearer, not missing the way her fingers yet again slowed to a halt. Ballora’s faceplates shifted with a noise, a separate audible hiss of warm air escaping from somewhere sounded with it. 
You couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing, eyes still scanning her face as it pinched up with something you couldn’t decipher. Did you mess up the moment? Your hands trembled as you gripped her shoulders, brain already attempting to conjure up an apology for even asking. Of course she didn’t want your inexperienced hands on her, she didn’t offer for a reason and you just had to open your big mouth- A indulging smile spread on her lips, cutting through your small freak out over her perceived rejection.
”You want to make me feel good too princess?” She cooed, bringing her unoccupied hand to cup the back of your head and press a lingering kiss on your lips. “My perfect little girl is so considerate~” Your whole body jolted at the surge of praise, the warm feeling filling your lower belly only fueled by her fingers reanimating at a brutal pace.
”I’m perfectly content with just helping you out right now darling, nothing against you; I usually seldom indulge myself, direct pleasure can be a tad too overwhelming for me usually so if you’d let me feed off of yours this time I’ll keep your offer in mind for the future” Ballora traced warm kisses down your chin with unprecedented speed, leaving your mind reeling at the addicting onslaught of attention. All your inhibitions melted with every curl and pump of her fingers.
“Pretty little thing’s gonna come so quickly~” Your body instinctively curled into her, “Maybe I should drive things out even further…” 
“Please!” Was the only pitiful response you could muster up, already so worked up that you believed her obvious bluff. Ballora soothed your outburst with spindle-like teeth pressed gingerly against the skin of your neck,
”Ok~ You’re awfully needy Y/N~” She said. You gasped as she quickly withdrew her fingers from you, 
“I really would like more time for the two of us~ I should just tie you up and keep you in here with me, then I wouldn’t have to share” A protest died on your lips as three digits were practically shoved back into you.
”But that would be greedy of me unfortunately, I’ll just have to settle for giving you the best orgasms out of the group” Her casual, sincere way of talking lulled you into a warm sea of pleasure. She rendered you into a human puddle in her hold as you surrendered to her syrupy sweet words of affirmation.
Muscles aching from the way you wildly tensed up as she abused your sweet spot, head swimming as you felt overwhelming pressure curl in your gut every time her thumb worked at your clit; And even her teeth did their show of digging in just enough to make your skin crawl, was more than enough for Ballora to make good of her promise of making you have a world-resetting orgasm. You took big heaving breaths to try to keep yourself from becoming any more boneless, resting your entire weight on Ballora as tremors overtook your body.
You barely registered her words of vague praise, more focused on the way she slowly extracted her hand from inside your underwear- and by proxy yourself. Her now free hands had free reign to lovingly pet along your thighs,
“I’m guessing that was good?” She murmured kindly. 
“Mmmm” 
“I’ll take that as a yes” Her warm laugh washed over you, pleasant and somewhat tinny as it always was. Your arms wrapped around her neck again, a welcomed feeling of calm making you giddy enough to press appreciative kisses on whatever metal-plastic-skin-stuff of hers you could reach.
”Foxy and Freddy should be expecting us soon.” 
“Can we relax for a bit?” You asked, not feeling up to moving any time soon.
”Of course, darling~ Any more time I get to keep you to myself is time I will never take for granted. I never was good at sharing”
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lost and found again
A fix-it fic of sorts to follow what happened in "Carpe Deus | Deferred Judgement"
Soft!Vega, Fix-It of Sorts, Let's just ignore canon (or what we believe to be canon) until further notice, I can't lose my soft!Sadism demon, Vega is absolutely OOC here but I don't care rn bc I just need him to be alive gdi, Touching, Holding Hands, Eye Contact, Panic Attacks, Odd descriptions of emotions
Rated: T
3298 words (read here or on ao3)
Hush turned his attention to Warden with his big, unblinking eyes staring almost soullessly at them. Even for a demon who had spent a great number of hours with those the Department deemed dangerous and beyond redemption, it sent shivers down their spine as he spoke. "You should go."
So that's what Warden did.
 
Hasty feet nearly tripping over each other, uncharacteristically clumsy in their retreat, Warden didn't look back at what had happened. There wasn't much left of him to look at anyway. The blast had been directed straight at Vega – point blank range, with no room or time to escape. His body fought to absorb the magic. It was like overcharging a battery... He couldn't possibly hold it all, regardless of how powerful he was. The only feasible place the magic could go was out.
 
This individual – Hush... was dangerous.
 
Warden had to get somewhere safer. They could work out the details later.
 
They left the CloseKnit building, the space feeling colder and more oppressive than when they had first entered it with Ve-
 
He was gone.
 
He was really gone.
 
He had left them. Alone. Abandoned.
 
Panic took hold, overwhelming them, sending them into a tailspin and making the magic necessary for Rifting nigh impossible. The only alternative was to run.
 
Warden ran and ran without a destination in mind, racing through the empty streets until their legs and lungs gave out, collapsing at the edge of the forest at the far end of town. Damned by physical limitations, but it would have to be enough, altering their form in this state wouldn't do anyone any favours. Now more than ever they cursed their obsession with wanting to experience the unique feeling that humans were gifted with every day. That feeling of being full of soft organs encased in solid bone and wrapped up in pliable skin.
 
The tangible sensations anchored them in a way that wasn't possible in Aria. Good and bad mixing and colliding to become something personal, something solely theirs that no one could take away.
 
Warden distantly remembered hearing of a Serenity daemon, who managed to permanently disfigure their horns when they attempted to alter their form after a particularly cruel group of elementals had cornered them, leaving them more than a little highly-strung. It wasn't like Shifter magic, where the cells retained memory of the body. D(a)emons didn't have cells – at least not in the way that human biologists would describe – so they had to be in full control of the change each time, actively selecting the hue, density and shape of each individual element that made up their anatomy if they so wished to assume a “complete" appearance.
 
Something that was impressed on them very early on in Warden's education after coalescing, was how tightly woven both magic and emotion were to each other. If one was out of sync with the other, neither could properly function. Balance of the two was required to be able to wield them seemingly effortlessly.
 
Their emotions bounced around so wildly that even they as an Inchoate weren't able to distinguish a single one. Each feeling morphed and blended into the next faster than they could pin a name to it before the next one took its place. Without the ability to aid their situation magically, and with no current allies, they were left with very few options.
 
But at least they were safe, out of the way, no one would look for them here. They had time to... to what?
 
They were alone. There was no plan anymore. No rules or instructions to follow because this wasn't work and this certainly wasn't part of the plan. They never would have agreed to it if it was...
 
Shaking, Warden balled themself up in the dirt like a small animal, knees tucked in and pressed against their chest. Dead leaves became stuck and tangled in their hair while the coldness seeped through their clothing that felt less like a second skin and more like a cocoon trapping them in their torment.
 
They didn't know what to do, didn't know where to go, didn't know who to trust. Warden felt cornered with no way out.
 
And they screamed.
 
A throat-ripping, guttural scream that seemed to go on forever. They didn't care who heard. They didn't care how much it hurt, vocal cords shredding with each second that stretched on and on. Nothing mattered anymore. Curling in tighter, they made themself smaller, maybe the pain would stop if they squeezed tight enough.
 
They had been through so much. A prison break at the detention facility, expending very nearly all of their magic while fighting back the Solitaires, having to consume nothing but acidic vitriol and disgust for weeks that bled into months, all while Vega tended to them dutifully. Patiently. Earnestly. Sure, they were still mildly dubious of his true intentions in bringing them along, but he had been the only one they had left.
 
All of Warden's human work colleagues kept them at arm's length for the simple reason of their being a demon, and they were conveniently kept away from their fellow d(a)emons lest they got any ideas and formed a union of sorts to battle the inequalities. They barely had any time outside of work to socialise due to the heavy workload they were often buried under. Warden felt that Vega was the only one who really saw them. Not their name badge or ID number. Them. The individual. The person.
 
There were no words that could make this feel better. Nothing anyone could say or do would make the hurt go away.
 
That was a lie. There was one way, but that would entail passing this all-encompassing agony to another d(a)emon, and they didn't think that would be fair.
 
So they'd hold onto it.
 
They had to.
 
It was the only thing left of him now.
 
As a demon who was endlessly intrigued by the physicality of a fully corporeal form, Warden was now in the unenviable position of reaping what they sowed in having to deal with a number of their least favourite sensations. Their tears were chilled against their skin, the uncaring wind biting where the moisture had left glistening trails down their cheeks. Digging their hands into the soil, Warden ripped at the grass and paid little mind to the gravel and dirt that found its way under their nails. Their heart was beating uncontrollably, erratically. The constructed muscle barely knowing which stuttered pump was supposed to direct the blood flow where. Fortunately this would not lead to the same undesirable – fatal – results as if they were human, but uncomfortable all the same.
 
This racing heartbeat was partly in answer to their hurried exit, no point sticking around somewhere they weren't needed, especially with a being capable of murdering – eviscerating – d(a)emons, but also due to the imminent panic attack they could feel spreading across their nerves, a crawling, gnawing feeling, like bugs under their skin. 
 
None of this would happen in Aria; physical discomforts were but a distant memory in their home plane, but as the irritations stacked up painfully, they reminded them that they were real. Reminded them that they were still alive... as if that meant anything anymore.
 
Did anything have meaning now?
 
The vague awareness that they were being highly overdramatic crossed their mind, flashing like a dim sensor light in the distance, but it was quickly dismissed. Ignored. Abandoned.
 
Craning their head to look up at the stars, Warden searched and searched for the one constellation, the one star they wanted to see the most. Even if he wasn't here in person, at least he could be here in spirit.
 
Vega would probably laugh at them for even thinking that. The nomenclature of stars and other celestial bodies was merely a human invention, and he was no more bound to the constellation of Lyra than they were to their own namesake.
 
It was all just for something to cling onto. They knew that.
 
False hope, they thought with a bitter laugh as they put a name to the horrid feeling that rose up in their stomach like bile. They didn't like it. Deceptively saccharine yet faintly sour... it reminded them of the oranges cultivated for the sole purpose of making marmalade. Raising expectations to soaring heights based on the ideal end result, only to send them toppling down with deceit and the pain of reality.
 
Their magic tingled, acknowledgment of a pressure pressing in from behind them. Clouded by shock and despair – a concoction that was deceptively smooth with a burning aftertaste – Warden was unable to determine who or what was stalking towards them.
 
Maybe it was the being that called himself Hush. Maybe he had changed his mind, decided he didn't want any witnesses or loose ends. Warden sighed as they turned around and pulled themself up to their knees, eyes drawn down, and accepted their fate. As a disgraced Department employee, they had nothing to lean back on now that Ve- Now that he was gone. They had no way to continue the plan alone, especially not with the scant details they had been allowed access to.
 
A shadowed figure stole the light that shone on the clearing. The diluted mix of starlight and streetlight reduced to a thick darkness that swallowed everything in its vicinity.
 
Unseeing eyes blinked, adjusting their vision, letting the shadows settle around them as they looked up to see a familiar face staring back at them as impassively as ever. No, there was a hint of... relief and a whisper of displeasure that flickered across his features. A curious mix. Peppermint... and smoky black tea – lapsang souchong.
 
"I didn't tell you to run, darling." His voice poured into their mind like water, filling them to the brim with a reassurance that felt warm and light. They weren't sure of the flavour, but it was their new favourite by far, bringing fresh tears to their eyes. The only disappointment was that they could sense it, but never taste it; their own emotions couldn't sate the constant hunger. A faint shimmer appeared around the pair before it became invisible, a Ward.
 
Now they were safe.
 
The tenseness that had built up in them since that horrible moment dissipated almost immediately, their body sinking back down, no strength left to hold themself up. Warden assumed what they saw and heard was what humans called a hallucination, a figment of their imagination meant to soothe them before reality kicked in, before they hit the ground.
 
At least, they expected to hit the ground, waiting for the thump as their bones shifted with the impact, but it never came.
 
One arm, strong and sure, held them around their shoulders as a large hand cupped their cheek, his thumb gently rubbing away the salty tears that continued to flow in disbelief. His skin felt warm, much warmer than theirs did after mourning outside on a winter's evening. He was a grounding force. Something to focus on when they had nothing left.
 
"But he- you-?" They didn't even notice the words spilling out of their mouth, overflowing and interrupted by broken breaths and sobs until they were nearly unintelligible.
 
"Breathe, my darling. Or at least cease the need for those unnecessary lungs of yours." The usual disdain for their choices tempered some, as he willed them to relax.
 
Warden stilled in Vega's hold, heeding his words. Necessity and easy compliance won out against their aesthetic preferences. 
 
"I thought he killed you." Their thoughts held a tone that was to-the-point, contrasting with the crumpled, tear-stained figure that was kneeled on the cold ground at the feet of a Sadism demon – a clear benefit of demonic telepathy. Expressions were superfluous, but with their overwrought nerves, excess emotion had to be expelled somehow.
 
"You don't really think that he would best me?” One of his hands moved to rest under their jaw, steering their gaze to meet his. ”My plans will continue. They have to. So much is still at stake. They just need a little... rearrangement now that a new player has arrived on the board."
 
Ever the logistician, he had the cold awareness that strategies needed to be flexible in addition to being thought out in perfect detail. Vega hadn't lived for countless decades, centuries, millennia, just to falter now. One being of unknown origin wasn't going to derail his plans for demonic freedom, that he was sure of.
 
"But... how?" Warden pressed for answers to questions they did not know. Vega would know. He would know what information they needed.
 
Vega exhaled a sigh. He understood the Inchoate’s need for an explanation. As he kneeled to pull them closer to him, the rough ground edged aside to make way for him, recognising the near limitless power he held. Bundling their emotionally and physically tired form into his lap he conjured an impossibly soft blanket of magic to envelope them, cleaning them of unflattering forest detritus and soothing their aching limbs.
 
"A little Illusory magic and a Rift is all it took. I'm surprised you didn't notice, although I'm flattered that your attention was so drawn to my... remains."
 
Warden whined as they burrowed in closer, wanting rid of the image of the Sadism demon being blasted into nothing but sticky ichor that had splashed against the walls and their own simulated skin. As if only just unlocking the memory, they sharply looked up to Vega, worriedly searching his face, his body, his hands for injury – there must be an injury. He was so... Warden felt an overpowering need to heal him, but why? An apology for running away? A show of trust? Repayment for his care after the prison break?
 
His hands stilled theirs with gentle pressure, exuding more tenderness than one would imagine possible from a being like him. But they knew different, they knew the softness he allowed, at least in private, and only to them. He deserves that too, they thought.
 
“I am fine, darling. His efforts brushed past me, but the blood was a necessary diversion. I apologise if seeing it distressed you.”
 
Placated, they let their head droop down, worn out from the emotional highs-and-lows. Wiping absentmindedly at their face, Warden was surprised to feel a gooey wetness. Looking at their shaking hands, they saw what it was – what they had feared it was – a deep, viscous black, almost glittering substance smeared thickly across their palms. On feeling their distress as closely as if it was his own, Vega breathed another wave of magic to clean up the mess, his mess, before again encasing their hands with one of his own.
 
All clean.
 
He was back now.
 
Everything was good again, just like it was before this all happened.
 
"But don't mistake my sudden... departure as abandoning you."
 
They shouldn’t be as surprised as they were – a burst of acidity; sour candy – of course he knew. He saw right through them, went straight to the heart of the matter without a moment's hesitation.
 
Were they that obvious?
 
Did the faltering of their trust in him shine that brightly?
 
Was he angry?
 
Warden looked up, staring deep into his piercing eyes questioningly, searching for a glimmer of what he could be thinking of. Of course, his age and power far exceeded theirs, so there really was no use in trying.
 
"Whilst I sensed his – Hush's – aggression against me, I felt nothing of the sort towards you." With this, he squeezed them tighter – possessive, protective, appreciative – their organs subtly adjusting inside to fit more comfortably as he held them. "You were safe. I knew you wouldn't try anything so foolish as to fight on my behalf in a fit of vengeance. I know you."
 
Bathing in the rare comfort of being held, Warden didn't respond, they half-expected to hear a beating heart where they lay against Vega's chest, but they knew better that to wish that, Vega would never change himself to coddle their sensitivities.
 
Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
 
“I meant what I said, you are important to me.”
 
Warden swallowed the thick emotion that coated their throat. Affection? No, nothing quite as simple as that... but it was definitely something they liked.
 
“What do we do now?” Warden enquired in a whispered echo, focusing on tracing long lines up and down Vega's hands, mouth posed in a contemplative pout. He made no attempts to stop them – and despite his distaste for a physical form, their gentle touch certainly wasn't unpleasant – so he permitted them to seek the tactile proof that he really was here, under their fingertips. “About CloseKnit, I mean. He said you couldn't – weren't allowed to – stop them. Are you really going to listen to him?” They knew first-hand that the Sadism demon wasn't known to be compliant by any measure.
“If I listened to everyone who had the arrogance to tell me what to do, I wouldn't be here with you now. I would not have survived the Cacophony, nor the horrors I've seen and experienced since. We will retreat-"
 
A dissatisfied groan from Warden cut him off, to which he gave a momentary glare, understanding of their frustration, but continued nonetheless.
 
“We will retreat for now, and reassess the elements at play. While I cannot pretend to know what he is, he’s clearly against the completion of our plans.” Vega's gaze hardened, muscles growing taut as he filtered through his thoughts. “We can safely conclude that he is, for all intents and purposes, an ally of our enemy and target.”
 
Thoroughly satisfied that he was alive and well, Warden let their still joined hands fall to their lap, too tired to contribute to the conversation. Fortunately, Vega had once admitted to enjoying the sound of his own voice, so it would have to suffice once again.
 
“The fact that he knows of our goal is worrying at best, but it answers the question of who he belongs to.”
 
A pause. Even they with their admittedly limited knowledge of the wider situation knew this one.
 
“The Sovereigns...“ They just wished they could do more to aid Vega in this beyond the cover story of “doing their job" and observing his actions, waiting for him to fail, as the Department would probably be rooting for... if only they knew. If only anyone knew what he was fighting for, they could finally see beyond the persona he constructed for the masses.
 
Vega nodded. “Have chosen themselves a fighter, or rather, have made one.”
 
It was a terrifying prospect, but they hadn't come this far just to back down so close to the finish line.
 
“He will not be easily swayed or subdued, so any proposed schema will need to be considered inside and out to gain – and maintain – the upper hand. Although, through my... performance, he may well already underestimate my power – our power.”
 
At this, Warden twisted in his arms, arching back against him, to study the meaning – the importance – tucked behind his words. The tip of their horn dug into Vega's cheek, mirroring the pinch of his claws as he held their straining throat. Seeing the asymmetry of the illusion of a dimple, a facsimile of imperfection tickled Warden's senses, causing laughter to bubble up deep inside. They suddenly wanted to see more expressions like this, when he was unguarded, willing to reveal the parts of him he'd kept locked away for so long.
 
“We'll do it,” they stated with a confidence they weren't sure of its origin. “We have to. We're doomed either way if we don't, aren't we?” Anxiety rubbing at their edges no matter how they pushed it back.
 
“Eternity will be ours, darling. They can't stop us.” 
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I love all your kyman hc's so much!!!!😭❤ I just need to hear more, so here are my questions: if kyman got married how would they act around each other? And do you think they'd adopt kids and if yes: what would they name them? And would they raise them jewish or christian or both?
Aaahhh I know there are too many questions I'm sorry 😭😭
Don’t apologize, I love talking about kyman :D
Regardless of context, the core of their dynamic is: Cartman is the instigator, Kyle reacts, a little back and forth, escalate the issue to Nth degrees of insanity, Kyle lands the final blow. Though sometimes, depending on the issue, Kyle lands the last punch thinking he’s won, only for Cartman to win the war last minute. Another way the show’s mixed things up, is that Kyle’s victory is undermined either by South Park itself, or Cartman. I see their marriage as an opportunity to expand their unique dynamic and introduce new plotlines/ jokes that couldn’t be done if they were still kids.
I see Cartman taking Randy’s place as the adult that’s always up to no good, the fixture of South Park’s weirdness. self serving hijinks flare up just about every week. Meanwhile, the Sharon (or straight man) to offset that cannot be anyone else but Kyle. This time however, unlike the marshes, and perhaps most couples in South Park, the Brofloski’s are truly in love. That’s kinda the joke. The couple that started out insulting each other and trying to kill each other on multiple occasions end up in the happiest relationship. I see them fitting nicely among the pantheon of sitcom couples— Mitchel and Cameron, Marge and Homer, Ralph and Alice, Gomez and Morticia. Their relationship, in Trey fashion, pays homage to and in the same breath, mocks those classic couples.
TLDR, Their dynamic is in tact, it’s just evolved to a new label. Instead of sort of friends-ish, they’re a couple. They’re still loud, obsessed with each other, fight over issues, hang out and share similar tastes. Only this time they got rings on their fingers. And if they don’t fistfight, how do they deal with their classic arguments? Well, like any sensible american couple, of course! they fuck each other’s brains out! ( just kidding. I have this vision of Cartman doing the most outrageous shit and Kyle chasing him offscreen in anger, Cartman shouting “domestic abuse domestic abuse!”)
I’m not sure what they’d name their kids. Does it matter? I do know what personalities I’d like them to have though— the 1st, their oldest, is outgoing, entitled, bossy, manipulative, a performative people pleaser, makes everyone’s problems their responsibility, and is quick witted. (A 2w3) Much like Eric, they are exceptionally charismatic and love being in the limelight. And like Kyle, they love getting involved in the lives of others, seen as helpful. The 2nd child is less outspoken, prefers to keep opinions to themselves, a dispassionate observer. ( poster child for 8w9) Like Eric, they’re materialistic, and prone to laziness. Still, they are an intellectual like Kyle, and far more principled in comparison to their sibling/Eric. They’re probably the most capable and dangerous in the family. They don’t shoot themselves in the foot like Cartman, and they don’t fight against the currents of South Park like Kyle. If they wanted to, they could take over the world and succeed where the Brofloskis failed. They just don’t care though lol.
I could never, ever see them as a two religion household. Yeah, Cartman has been portrayed as a bigoted Christian (or in his words, “[used] Christianity as an excuse to be a piece of shit”), but carrying that extremity to adulthood isn’t as funny. I don’t know how to articulate that other than, many extreme right wingers on twitter weren’t able to read Cartman’s bigotry in Cupid Ye as hyperbolic and instead took it as fact, and praised the stuff he whispered into Tolkien’s ears. His actions in Cissy were recently trending and was seen as heroic and like, justification why trans ppl can’t use whatever bathrooms they want. You can’t escalate the crazy stuff from real life anymore— it’s become reality. So the funniest thing to do, is either personify it as something else or, run in the opposite direction. If anything, PC has shown us that it’s funnier that the very same kid who once belittled Judaism in fact, became devoutly Jewish and proceeded to rub it in everyone’s faces rather than him ending up as some evil businessman. You rob bigots the chance to idolize Cartman, but give Cartman the freedom to hone his brand of idiocy on other things. So! Kyle slaps the antisemitism outta him, they get married, bam. They are a Jewish family.
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