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hanafubukki · 5 months
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Lilia really went by "AHAHAH ! They thought they could hurt my son and get away with it. Time to remind them why they feared me" and proceed to make a bloodbath.
They thought parenting made him soft. No. Parenting just made him busy and whipped. He's still scary. Even more than before actually. So don't touch cutie human boy.
[Talking about this fic]
Hello Anonie💕💚🌺
YES! Exactly this!
The idea that parenting, that love of any kind, makes someone weak is a lie. The act of loving and to love, to give a part of yourself, takes so much courage and vulnerability.
In fact, the act of loving someone can make you stronger and gives you purpose.
Meleanor having Lilia realize that he is capable of love was one of the best (and worst) lessons she had taught him.
Before, Lilia didn’t think he was capable or worthy (to a degree like Silver and Malleus, the former thinking he owes Lilia something and the latter always being put on a pedestal and not able to show his true emotions, both of which are raised to uphold others ideals/expectation. I can literally write an essay on this topic. They learned from Lilia so I guess the apple doesn’t fall that far from the tree after all.)
So this realization not only allowed Lilia to realize what he is capable of but also to learn to fear loss, to aknowledge loss.
Lilia thought he wasn’t capable of love, literally just dived head into everything without worry or fear of himself. Because who was he to others? Nothing but a weapon, and his loss wouldn’t mean anything, everyone he knew was happy. He didn’t matter.
But when it was pointed out that he has always loved and had the ability to do so, he realized the wonders and despair of such an emotion. He realizes how others viewed him and he first hand learned how such emotions can wreck someone, during one of the hardest moments of his life.
And yet
This emotion allowed him to continue living, see malleus hatch, raise silver, teach sebek and silver, and so much more.
He was able to see all that life had to offer him where before you can say he kind of took it for granted.
Now, realizing that and having felt loss himself, the connections he made is what can be his undoing. Because to make connections and love, is to mean to lose eventually. (That why he said Cater was smart to keep people away, so he doesn’t get hurt. Because he understand those feelings.)
And with this comes fear, of losing and being the cause of the very pain he felt. And that is why he runs away. He doesn’t want to face these fears and these connections. Doesn’t want to see these loved ones as they feel pain over his gradual deterioration. Didn’t want to be the cause of such pain.
Because it means he have loved so fully and people loved him return, and what a wondrous but beautiful emotion it is, isn’t it? And why would he want to cause his loved ones such pain? Allow them to see him this way?
Now, someone trying to take that away from him? Those he cherish? The ones he loved so wholeheartedly? He who has suffered so much?
Parenting made him all the more stronger and he’ll show them just how much more brutal the General could be.
(I went into a spiral about Lilia but are we surprised at this point? ☺️💞🫶)
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brandnewhuman · 2 years
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hihiii,, i was wondering if i could request slashers with a naturally dom gn!reader??
I would love to read the dynamics of the relationships and how things would progress 👀💞💕
Omg ofc!!^^ oh god I'm so excited, this is my first request. Hope you like it!! *insert evil gremlin giggles* I had way too much fun with this
SLASHERS WITH DOM GN!READER
INCLUDES:
Michael Myers, Jesse Cromeans, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire,
Tw: canon violence, slightly NSFW, sfw, mention of murder, injuries and all that jazz
A/N: like I said in my rules post I'm not the best at writing NSFW stuff like smut ecc so please do forgive me for this atrocious thing I've created. I've tried to go more for a soft dom thing. Hope you like it tho ^^. Also you haven't specified which slashers did you want in particular so I just chose randomly.
THOMAS HEWITT:
Thomas is not a very dominant person by nature
He being shy and self conscious doesn't help his cause
He low-key allows everyone to boss him around in a very aggressive and almost abusive way (besides luda mae ofc, but even her sometimes is really harsh with him)
So having someone who can take control while being considerate of his feelings is a nice change he's eager to welcome
Let's be honest, he's already willing of doing anything his s/o wants to make them happy so
Please use your influence to make him take care of himself. Telling him how proud you feel everytime he does
Low-key has a praise kink
Having someone so confident he considers perfect complimenting him and say he's being good or praising how he does everything you ask for perfectly makes him feel so much better about himself
letting his s/o be the one leading is a relief for him. He kinda feels like for the first time he can let someone be in charge without feeling guilty
Even if he's a big guy, this giant Teddy bear is going to be clay on his s/o hands.
He's not going to have much experience so Tommy's honestly glad his s/o tells him what to do
He's not going to be as afraid of hurting you as usual cause he knows you're always have everything under control
However, as much as he enjoys the whole being a bottom business he wants his boundaries respected
That means he's not going to be happy about punishments ecc being them the sexual ones or any other sort
It's not that he's a brat or anything
Prefers much more a gentle correction or just simply telling him when he needs to do something differently. He has enough people making feel bad for every single mistake, he does not want to feel like his s/o sees him as a failure too
Speaking of, his s/o will definitely have to defend their man honour in front of hoyt. He's going to be an ass as soon and say things to Thomas such a "man up" ecc..
Overall he just enjoys having you around to make him feel safe and loved. You're going to have so much work to do about his self esteem but in the end it's worthy cause he's ready to go to the moon and back for you
BRAHMS HEELSHIRE:
Bro has big gremlin energy I'm sorry.
At first his going to take it a challenge of seeing how long it takes for you to give up
He's not bratty for sake of being bratty, he has a purpose. he kinda senses when someone is easy to boss around and will take advantage of that
When he sees that your being dominant means having structure and receiving a healthy form of love he will eventually accept his role of sub gremlin
Mate is going to do anything it takes to please you
I feel like one of the things he likes the most about having a dom s/o is the reassurance and comfort it brings to him
He prefers having someone who knows how to handle him and keeps him in line rather than a person who's easy to push around
I mean, half of the work is already done with him having the need to follow a routine and rules
Your personality falls perfectly into place with his, your taking charge of things is almost a comfort blanket for brahms
It gives him the feeling of safety of being taken care and knowing he can rely on someone when things are difficult
The stability you give him is something he deeply appreciates
That doesn't mean he's not going to test your patience more than once
Babyboy here is not going to give a flying fuck about the stability when you happen to say no to him.
Unlike Thomas you can and should make punishment for him
Not too hard-core ones but still
Be careful cause this horny bastard might enjoy sexual punishments
Do tell him when his being good, compliment his appearance and praise him when he takes care of himself cause the reason behind the poor hygiene, not eating enough, lack of sleep ecc is due to his depression and mental problems. He has being raised to feel like a burden and to hide himself and his problems behind the wall so please do all you can to help him not only a talking about his problems but to make him feel like he's worthy of taking care of himself
AYO BIG FAT PRAISE KINK BRUV
One (1) single "good boy" and his soul is skyrocketing out of his fucking body
He finds his relationship with you so fulfilling, it feels nice to have someone who's personality allows him to be more vulnerable
I think having a dom s/o could be really healthy for brahms. He needs the unconditional love and reassurance but also needs someone capable of toning him down in a healthy way when he's getting out of control
MiCHAEL MYERS
He, like brahms, feeds on people's fear. That the whole point of being the shape, he enjoys how much power he has over someone. People who are easy to crush and break down only makes him want to kill them more
Long story short he is girlbossing through life
So probably what saved your life was your dominant nature. He has been observing how you seem to naturally take charge anywhere you go but without being pushy and forcing anyone to do anything
You had this talent of making everyone at ease and effortlessly being able to take the lead. People around you were always willing to do what you needed them to do without being manipulative or anything. You just made everyone comfortable enough to give up control
The tall bastard here was mesmerised and honestly curious
It doesn't need to be said that Michael likes to have always control over everything and associates giving up control to being treated like he was treated back in Smith's groove. He always felt the imbalance of power between him and everyone else there and feeling that weak and vulnerable again is never going to be an option for mikey
After he makes himself known ecc and your relationship starts to bloom it's not going to be fucking easy
You have come to know how much michael dispise when someone else is in charge but both of you are pretty stubborn so eventually you just learned to be more sneaky about it.
Michael dominance is based on being feared so when that doesn't work on you he's flabbergasted
He's having none of it. You mean to tell me that you don't let the shape, the boogeyman of haddonfield boss you around and tell you what to do?? Unacceptable.
He won't say but he doesn't even realise you have already got your way. You're so subtle and gentle, playing your cards well.
Michael ends up being oblivious about the fact that he's already doing what you want him to do. He's a deeply emotional damaged man and even if he doesn't want to admit the fastest way to get to his heart is just taking care of him the way he needs
"Michael, honey you must be hungry aren't you? Why don't seat and eat some dinner, how does that sound?"
Just making everything look like his the one deciding and he will do about anything.
Now here's the tricky part; while this might work as soon as he catches up on what you're doing he's going to distance himself
Maybe he tells himself he will just leave you and never come back but deep inside he can't deny how nice does it feels to be around you. He will do this until he manages to sort out his feelings and finds a way to allow himself to feel like this
He's genuinely scare deep inside. His afraid of you abusing the power you have and honestly he sometimes doesn't feel like it's worthy to put so much effort on making him feel good
He has only ever known a single way to feel good and thats killing people, so when you manage to get him to feel something nice just by being around him ecc it messes up his head a little bit.
He's never going to give you full control but he has somehow managed to meet you along the way.
One of the few things he enjoys (even if he knows you're making it looks like he's in control so he doesn't get uncomfortable) is how you praise him and you tell him all the ways only him is capable of making you feel.
That being said if you're able to get away with being dominant with Michael you're honestly impressive and you scare me.
JESSE CROMEANS:
Hear me out, he would be more than willing to let you be the dom. In fact he would even enjoy it
His having the time of his making things harder for you though
We have talked about praise kink now get ready for degrading kink
If we're talking about laid to rest 1 jesse then he's gonna be a difficult little bitch just because he likes to test you and your capabilities of finding a appropriate punishment that can put in his place
If it's laid to rest 2 ....don't. He won't say anything cause he wants to seem tough but the whole degrading thing will take a tool on him after the incident. His self esteem is not the same anymore and he's going to have a hard time trying to enjoy sex again
I feel like what makes you special to jesse is the significant difference between the way the victims he chooses behaves and how you act.
He enjoys submissiveness in victims cause it makes killing them more fun. Watching as they plead to be spared and how low they're willing to get to survive.
But with you he wants it to be different cause he knows that he's receiving as much as he's giving away. In your hands he will be everything you want
He, like Thomas, enjoys being free from responsibilities and having a space where he can just give the lead to someone else and just enjoy fooling around and being taken care of
Even more after the injuries on his face. Now more than ever jesse wants to feel loved and to let go the tough guy act. If before he liked because of the sex aspect now he truly appreciates the other parts too
Your praise, your constance reassurance of good and perfect he is, the way you incite him into being more nice to himself
Now your punishments are more caused more because of him talking bad about himself than because he's behaving bad
He generally feels a lot of pressure on him, he always has to take a lot of decisions and most of the time there are so many lives (including yours) depending on him and his lead
So coming home to someone who can take that off of him and allow him to just exist is really something he will never thank you enough for
Can and will encourage you in trying anything new you want while doing sex. He's rich so money is not a problem and honestly jesse enjoys trying new things with you cause he knows you would never do anything that could hurt him or his feelings.
Baldy is a good sub. 10/10 would recommend. Would love you and worship the ground you walk on
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anyathefandom · 2 months
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Trina to Spencer: Thank you, Spencer. Since being with you,I've gotten to experience the most amazing things. And not just this trip and all the amazing things we've done in Paris or all of the fantastic things you planned in NY to show how well you know me.
But the entire feeling of being with you. Of loving you, and being loved by you in return. It's the most amazing thing and it's all because of you and the incredible person you are.
You've done that for me a thousand times over. You know that, right? Before you all I could see was pain and you opened my eyes to a whole new world. You showed me that there's so much more to feel.
And you taught me that I'm a person that's worthy of love. With you every day has been so much better. Every single one is better than the last. You're everything that I've always wanted, but never believed that I could have.
And I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life.
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Me: ......And there are actual people who believe Trina is going to be getting another love interest soon after this?!🥴 Like excuse me the way I screamed "SOMEBODY GET THEM TO A CHURCH RIGHT NEOOOOOW!!"
This girl is so deep in love with Spencer that she's out here trying to top his usual "I love you💓💞🩷💕" speeches/marriage vows.🫠
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btscontentenjoyer · 3 months
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happy new year everyone 💕💞💕💞💕
i just wanted to look back on my year here on tumblr, since 2023 was my first full year on armyblr.
i'm so incredibly grateful that i was here this year, that i had the opportunity to meet and talk to so many wonderful people and that i was able to share my love for the boys with all of you.
all of that truly made my year so so so much happier and brighter. i love getting to see everyone's talent and creativity shine in their work, i love being able to express my love for everyone's work as well, all of it makes me so so happy.
so thank you to every single person who is here, whether we've interacted or not, thank you for being part of this community that i love so much. i'm looking forward to all of the lovely people i'm yet to meet!!
for this new year, i'm wishing for more peace, love, kindness and gentleness, both in the world and within myself. my goal is to be kinder and to learn to give myself and others more grace and patience. we all have our struggles and bad moments, but everyone is worthy of love and kindness and all that matters is that we're trying. as cliche as that sounds, i truly believe it <3
so i hope everyone has a lovely 2024 and once again, thank you and i love you 💞💞💞
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What’s up, Anshiiii? Hope everything is well with you! I have 3 headcanon requests (❤️💋👑) for my dearest Fuegoleon Vermillion 💕
The AU is Modern AU and he’d be a college student or a professor (your choice), but something related to college life 😄 thank you so much!!
SHYNAAAAAAA ITS BEEN SO LONG I recently came back from my long break so please take this as a gift🥺💞
❤️ - Romantic Headcanon
Fuegoleon loves to wear matching clothes with you. Sometimes it’s subtle, sometimes, it’s definitely meant for people to know. Either it’s the same colors, accent pieces, or the aesthetic
You look beautiful in anything and matching with you, or wearing accessories that pair together reminds him of you even when you aren’t there with him.
Anything like matching cloak pins, earrings, even a wedding ring ;)
👑 - AU Headcanon
Fuegoleon Vermillion was a star student with an immaculate work ethic and great honor. He was also on the student council, which to everyone, seemed like an obvious position. Some could even argue that he deserved to be student body President. But he couldn’t be, no thanks to his cousin and long-time rival, Nozel.
Nozel insisted on fighting with him so much that they were both distracted from the real fight. The position slipped out of their hands and landed in the lap of their friend, William Vangeance.
Fuegoleon was outraged at first, but he conceded the position reluctantly because William seemed to be good at the job.
But when Fuegoleon is not out competing with Nozel on one thing or another, he focuses on his classes as a business major.
He is set to inherit his Father’s Company, “Crimson Lion Kings Inc.” so he needed to do his best in his classes and prove himself to be worthy before he could lead it. His genius sister had always overshadowed him, but he believed his hard work, determination, and his willpower, can and will make up for all his shortcomings.
When Fuegoleon wasn’t caught up in his ambitions, he liked to cook, read books, and hangout with his “friends,” which is essentially the student council.
He didn’t know how it came to be, but when they were in their first year of college, when they were all junior council members, they just hung out on a whim one weekend and never stopped.
They would all pretend to meet for work outside of meeting days and do no work. If the student body saw how they behaved, all their reputations would be in the negatives.
Fuegoleon knew he was uptight and sometimes difficult to talk with, but with them, his colleagues, his peers, his equals, his ragtag group of friends, he wasn’t any of that.
He was a part of them. Once upon a time, he believed that there would be no one he could seriously rely on, except himself. That’s why he was strong and strove to be stronger, but with these kids, well, they prove him wrong everytime.
Fuegoleon believed that he would go to college, focus on his academics, prove himself to be worthy of his father’s consideration, but with everyone by his side, he was coming to learn that there was so much more in life.
Now he wasn’t too sure about joining his father’s company, forever living in his shadow, being accused of nepotism. Fuegoleon saw a new future with his friends, a startup, a new lease on life where they could maybe just change the world.
💋 - Sex Headcanon
Fuegoleon is usually gentle and considerate of you when he is making love with you. He trails soft kisses down your body, pays special attention to places he knows you would like, makes you cum first before finding his own please, all the good things.
But it's too good.
You want him to ruin you. You want him to lose his mind and fuck you rough until you are begging him to stop.
One evening, you had the courage to just tell him when he was fucking you nice and slow, watching his own cock pump in and out of you with a pleased smile.
"Please stop playing around," you whined as you fisted the pillows above you. "I need you to fuck me like I ruined your life."
He raised a brow in amusement.
"Are you sure you can take it, dear?"
"Yes!" You gasped as you arched your back off the bed, pushing into his hips. "Please!"
He leaned forward, one arm wrapped around your waist, latched onto your nipple and snapped his hips to yours, pistoning into you relentlessly.
"Yes! Just like that! Ah, Fuego!"
He turned you around, pressed down on your back, making your ass arch up into him and he continued. He reached parts of you didn't know you could feel.
Fuegoleon growled as he held himself back for you. The heat, the friction, the grip on your hips, the way he kept brushing against your sweet spot, it was getting all too much for you.
You screamed into the tear-stained pillows as you came, yet he still kept going, his heavy balls slapping against you, forcing another orgasm. Seconds later, he came with a throaty grunt.
You two laid side by side and as Fuegoleon caught his breath, he turned to you with a smirk.
"Was that rough enough, love?"
You laughed.
"It was perfect."
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xxsycamore · 13 days
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JULIEEEE!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS SWEET MESSAGE! WHICH MEANS I'VE REACHED YOUR REQUESTS! YIPPEE!! Hope you enjoy them!! Once again thank you, I love you so so much and please know you're an irreplaceable part of my experience here!!
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birthdaycakeplate · 2 years
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Optimus getting pampered because he deserves it-
We love that boi-
💖Oh! Oh 💕a stranger 💖who loves💗💕me! Ohhhhh!!! OHHHHHH, I love you 💗💝too ✨stranger💞
💘Thank you for this chance to project💘
I shortened it to heck and back, please believe me, but this is fic length, again.
I’ve also been sick for a couple weeks and really channeled that humiliation into ruining Optimus here. He’s baby to the max.
✨Warnings are in the tags✨
💕Thanks everyone💕
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“Are you paid hourly, sniveling whelp?”
Optimus tilted his helm up towards the blur of navy and violet, looming in tall, twisted shapes above him.
This particular Decepticon apparently had much to hate him for -maybe more so than Sentinel at times. Thankfully, Optimus had learned this mech would never dare to pose anymore a threat to him than being an infinite source of insults and condescendence. Much like Sentinel...
And while he hadn’t a clue what he’d done to offend him so, this was thankfully a normal enough occurrence that Optimus knew he wasn’t in any real danger. Which was good, because he could barely suffer to stand upright at the moment.
Optimus, in his haggard state, only then remembered that he was holding a very breakable datapad in hand and scrambled with pitifully shaky servos to right his grip. Somehow this minuscule task was an entire feat to accomplish. It predictably earned him a sneer from the other mech.
As far as this ‘Cyclonus’ with all his unrepressed hate, standing there only half expecting to get a real reaction out of the smaller bot went, Optimus figured he’d do well enough to give him his usual proud flick of the finial and continue his work. Seemingly unbothered. Seemingly undisturbed by tonnes of angry war frame that’d like to crack open his helm for invading his terf and enraging him by simply existing.
But right now, the floor was precariously close to spinning out from underneath him, and he couldn’t remember for the life of him what his work actually was.
7 cyberweeks of pathetic bits of recharge. Nothing solid, nothing deep enough to free up all the clustered data he’d tried to shove in on 14 hour shifts.
Getting used to life on the Nemesis, the work expected of him from the Magnus as the sole mech trusted enough to handle the raging rouge that was Megatron -while also not being a terrible loss if all his leaders’ worst fears that they were dealing with unreachable beasts in this truce attempt came true- had left him seriously sleep deprived.
There was plenty to keep him awake at night.
His leaders, for example, had left him with little faith in any of their futures. Optimus had known from the start of this arrangement he had a far better grasp on the genuine civility of war frames than an out of term council who were quite stuck in their ways. Including the likelihood an entire enemy faction were going to open up for them before they did a grunt with little say in anything without the desire for confrontation than the history books had shown his superiors had. Demanding respect, demanding conformance.
Obviously Optimus was just hoping to survive this ordeal, and made him leagues more approachable than the council did. In that sense, the route they’d chosen to take with his role here was a much better idea than their direct involvement.
It still pained him to think they’d be so eager to shunt him off with what they believed were hoards of dangerous, raving lunatics still. It’d definitely kept him from having a peaceful recharge for some cycles now.
He couldn’t say he was surprised they had, however. And there was evidently some consolation in admitting the roots of this bizarre culture of mecha to be undoubtedly absurd, and thus somewhat a lot of raving lunatics. They had absolutely proved to be unnatural forces of crazy-
But still quite reasonable. Still Cybertronian. Still worthy of a chance.
One rather ethereal creature from the dark depths of Tarn in particular had proven so.
Optimus would kick himself in the aft for prioritizing thoughts of Megatron of all horrid creatures over whatever he’d been standing in the command center at this hour for.
His struts ached, his vents rattled, his helm felt muddled and cloudy.
He could hardly make sense of what Cyclonus’ weary once-over meant -his lagging processor trying to focus much too hard on the datapad down in his servo and why he’d brought it in here.
After another beat of uneventful silence, the dark mech finally chose to move on with his gruesome morning, and Optimus watched him go.
“Don’t vorry about zat lu-lu.” Blitzwing chirped happily from somewhere behind him. Optimus would need to see the medic onboard about his shorting audio receptors when it came through with a touch of static.
Blitzwing carried on.
“He’s a bit of a vild card! Always causing a stir, ja?”
Optimus nodded like he knew all about the terror from the sky that was Cyclonus, and his supposed antics. Deciding then that a walk about the place would jog his processor back up to speed.
He moved a bit sluggishly, careful not to hover too long at someone’s shoulder.... Lest he make another enemy among these easily offended sparks.
Then someone, he couldn’t imagine what kind of Decepticon would be concerned for him in anyway -or if maybe he’d just hallucinated the voice whispering things in his audial in the first place- mentioned something about him being a hazard, and that he didn’t belong on deck in this state.
Which was war frame for, ‘You need a break, bud’, and Optimus couldn’t help but feel a bit endeared by it. Wheezing through ex-vents, or not, he was starting to recognize a place for himself here.
As for their lack of faith that he wasn’t about to tumble over the nearest control panel and send them all careening into a star, well... Optimus was terribly offended. Maybe he could have used a few more kliks in recharge, sure. But he could do his job!
Everyone needed him to!
Whatever that job was exactly....
He surely looked like a lost turbo-puppy, shuffling aimlessly about, finials dipping low. Out of breath from his rigorous traipse across 3 war frame sized stairs. Thankfully, though, he noticed a rather quiet spot that was practically void of bots at the top and center of the room, overlooking the organized chaos below.
Optimus hardly registered his pedes carrying there until he was nestled into the nice, dim quiet. His optics long since adjusted to the strategical use of black light on the main deck.
Having a moment to stop and rest, he found it the slightest bit easier to think up here. He took a labored breath that did nothing to clear his vents and held his datapad up to optic level.
He blinked down at the same header he strangely remembered reading over and over a few hours ago before the glyphs had started to merge and the room began to spin. Clearly he’d been in this poor shape for a while now and had had far too many chances to fix the issue. He deserved everything coming to slap him ‘round the faceplate for it.
Optimus stared intently at the pad like that would unlock all the secrets it possessed, staring numbly with helm swimming, until the datapad began to move father and farther away. Farther and farther, and then-
Warm, blissful silence.
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Megatron had watched the little fiend stagger around the room in a kind of daze, wandering like he hadn’t spent the last 3 deca-cycles leaving his prints around the place. Pestering Megatron about ethical nonsense the entire time.
Clearly his processor was vacant enough not to know which way was up, as the little bot eventually came to stand on tired pedes beside him at Megatron’s throne of all places. Likely having moved there completely subconsciously in an effort to find somewhere quiet and soothing in his addled state.
His absolutely desolate state, really... poor thing wasn’t processing slag.
Megatron was surprised to find him take his place among him, wondering -hoping- if Optimus had perhaps *sought* his company out by some kind of instinct.
They certainly seemed to calm in each other’s presence under more cordial circumstances. Mostly notably during their occasional evening fuelings together where they entertained themselves by digging at some of their favorite tasteless literature -a hobby of sorts which they looked forward to, though the evenings were never actually planned.
And during the short briefings he’d decided at last to give the Prime a part in- the two quickly devolving into thinly veiled teasing in favor of committing to their very important work. Giving each other backhanded compliments until someone cracked and it turned in to full on sass and a mockery of the command room.
And during their trips across opposite ends of the near infinite ‘vessel from hell’, stopping when they came across each other to whittle away hours upon hours on stunted small talk, talk that Megatron would have sooner shot the jaw plate right off of anyone else who thought they should waste his time with. Optimus’ most common subject of interest being about how pretty the nearest constellation looked that evening.
Weirdly enough, running in to each other after having not seen the other for the length of that cycle doused the tension in something intimate. Those little talks always felt the most fragile and precious.
It was inevitable really. Wasting that time away doing nothing more than yammering about their ridiculous time on Earth in some kind of reminiscing that old friends do. Things that Megatron had hardly even made sense of at the time and felt strange and surreal they’d even shared those moments together -volatile as they were.
And sometimes it was them discussing their favorite theater (and Megatron’s endless surprise that Optimus even had such) until one of them remembered they were long overdue somewhere important.
Drawn to each other, like magnets.
Maybe, truthfully, he was romanticizing any time they spent together. Megatron was familiar -Optimus was likely only lured so easily by his company, because he was the only familiarity on an entire fleet of hostile faces.
But he could hope, because....
Well, because.... Because *Megatron* certainly liked having his company.
There, he breathed it into being. Couldn’t pretend it wasn’t so now that he’d spared so much thought about Optimus’ taste in defensive maneuvers over early fuelings, now could he?
Right now, though, the little Prime’s normally welcome presence was overshadowed by one anxious warlord with fists clenched, watching as the smaller mech began to sway.
The little fool hadn’t done a thing he’d been told about keeping his own schedule for recharge when he’d come aboard. The place was a chaotic mess, no one would be there to remind him to do ‘self care’ -a word that made most ‘Cons cringe away.
Of course, head strong, young and eager to prove himself, Optimus hadn’t listened... So sure he wouldn’t be struggling to keep up with powerful war type engines with enough stamina to work a kilocycle without a defrag (Megatron thought fondly of Shockwave).
Optimus simply had gone and overclocked himself like an aft. Megatron had noticed a disturbing pattern that involved Optimus not listening to anything concerning his health that wasn’t life or death. He’d seen a small instance of such when the bot showed blatant disregard for a gouging burn in his servo from his accidental contact with the lovely Sunstorm, convinced Ultra Magnus needed his report more than he needed emergency repairs. He couldn’t feel it, after all, so why couldn’t it wait another solar cycle?
For all his levelheadedness and practically, Optimus had failed further to recognize that sleep, at least, *was* life or death.
Well, then. Megatron, as a great and glorious leader, would just have to fix this mess himself. Possibly the only bot in existence that’d ever deserved Megatron’s kindness, and he wasn’t even cognitive enough to appreciate it.
A big, black servo engulfed a little, blue one and pulled.
Down went Optimus without a bit of fight in him, yanked right off his pedes and into Megatron’s lap. His optics had already offlined before he’d even landed, and he lay there silently, chest moving with every soft ex-vent.
Megatron shifted his thighs wider to offer more support to the little figure of exhaustion below, keeping him cradled. Observing the way his finials slipped lower down his helm and feeling rather enamored with the sight.
Getting Optimus in a state that wasn’t ‘suspicious’ or ‘cautious’ or ‘completely untrusting of a single mech in his vicinity’ was impossibly rare. It meant Megatron never got to see him with his guard down -something he’d have loved to see more of in their time on earth while they’d been at each other’s throats.
This look on him was surprisingly very much preferred -perfectly content to slumber away in his lap, unbothered, if Megatron didn’t know any better.
He couldn’t help but indulge in the sight of the little mech looking at ease, curling into his warmth. Incapable of being weighed down by the eternal war he seemed to wage with himself about whatever benign thing a pure spark had to guilt themself over.
The terror of Kaon, far too pleased with his new trophy however temporary, dared any curious optics looking their way that might settle for even a nanoklik a look of his own that promised slow, painful death. No one accepted his challenge and kept their helms down and about their busy lives.
Satisfied, Megatron looked down at his little menace from Iacon. The battered mech that’d both found his way onto Megatron’s pristine warship and -somehow- into the bounds of Megatron’s limited patience. And like a fool that wasn’t experienced for millennia in using good sense, Megatron had willingly opened both up to Optimus’ delightful presence, forcing them to allow him entrance and respect. Impossible to ignore.
Megatron would maybe admit he’d given in long before this truce and the bot’s position here.
Maybe around the time Optimus had snapped back at his attempts to break him with far too much confidence for a mech half his size. Maybe when he’d hauled him off his aft into custody with more nobility and honor than Megatron had ever seen an Autobot possess.
Optimus’ vents stuttered, worrying him further that something serious might be wrong.
Had he worked himself sick? Megatron had seen Lugnut do it -he’d seen Starscream do it.
He’d seen all his driven, loyal subordinates do it at one point or another.
This one was not the same, though. This one was small and easy to exhaust with pretentious has-beens like Ultra Magnus demanding the work of 5 mechs from him. From the few instances he’d seen him interact with the more sociable ‘Cons, he’d noticed Optimus was rather easy to guilt, too. Megatron had found that startling revelation quite a detriment to the little one’s health. A guilty Optimus, whatever had set him off, proved himself a workaholic and struggled to think of himself as more than just a cog in the machine. The ‘greater good’ outweighed the needs of the overworked few.
Megatron had no doubt in this case he had worked himself to sickness out of sheer guilt that some other bot might be even slightly inconvenienced by his absence.
Megatron bristled as he wondered who of his men could have put it in his processor that they mattered even remotely as much as Optimus’ well being did. Who was possibly more important than this weary one here?
A big, warm palm moved to fiddle idly with a windshield, stroking the glass, careful of its skewering claws. He received a tilted helm burying into his side in response.
Megatron was perceptive, and he’d directed that towards learning a bit about the thoroughly guarded bot below. When he considered every option, the chances were that Optimus had put the thought that he should be forgoing his health for the sake of his work in his own head. He seem predisposed to such from what Megatron had seen of Shockwave’s academy records of the Prime. Those very sensitive, very interesting records.
The little truck slumbered away. So frighteningly beyond the limits of a simple restful recharge with the hitch in his vents that Megatron was pushed to call in Hook. Fearful a permanent stasis was fast approaching.
Little fool....
—— ————-
Optimus awoke to a large warmth draped across his side, and the generous padding beneath his backstrut he could blearily make out as his berth. The pad felt near infinite, stretching on whichever way he sprawled, molding to his tired frame.
No.
No, not *his* berth.
Optics going wide, Optimus frantically looked over his surroundings, processor stalling when a visual feed finally made sense of things with smell and touch quickly following.
That large warmth was an impossibly large war frame lying a servo over him, pressed against his side. The smell of gun smoke, of something decidedly mech filled his olfactory. Without a thought he breathed deep, venting that heady mix deeper into his chest.
“You’re awake already?” Megatron -of all the horrifying creations in the galaxy- was sitting in a chair that’d been moved flush against the berth, so he could easily reach for his diminishing patient atop it.
Optimus willed his spark to extinguish then and there and let his frame sink into the padding, and further still, into oblivion.
Primus, just offline him now...
He clutched at the arm across him with hands he’d steadied through sheer force of will.
“I-where am I- what am I doing here- what are *you* doing here?”
“These are my private quarters, and I was told you’d be in recharge for at least a week.”
Megatron’s private quarters- with said mammoth of metal and muscle casually draping a servo over his unconscious figure? Great.
And this talk that he’d be in recharge for a week? A whole week?
Why in the Allspark would he-
Everything suddenly became more clear to him than it had since his steady decline of sleep on the Nemsis some deca-cycles ago. Awareness crashing into him all at once, cutting through his consciousness, and the unfortunate conclusion was-
“Oh... Oh no!” Optimus felt his spark sink to his tanks.
“I have to order rations for the crew on Kleese side! I have to secure a line between the expedition team that joined-“
In panic and sleep deprivation and whatever thing had made his helm all staticky, Optimus processor quickly got away from him.
“If we have another Phantom Fleet, it’ll all be *my* fault!” He cried, Megatron looking completely at a loss for *that* statement.
“I need to confirm I’m an available resource manager- they don’t even know I exist yet! They don’t have the proper facilities without someone to work the line! I have to report to Ultra Magnus- I-“ Optimus stopped with optics wide and rolled with great effort onto his side to level with the bigger mech.
“*How long have I been in recharge*?”
Megatron frowned accordingly.
“A few solar cycles.”
“No! *No*!” Optimus had to force himself to loosen his grip on the giant servo to keep from denting it. Easy enough, when defeat began to mingle with exhaustion.
He’d let everyone down, again...
That thought alone was enough to renew his vigor and send him practically crawling up the berth to escape Megatron’s hold.
“It’s too late, the expedition team will be starved to death already! I have to arrange a list of casualties-“
Free of one serval tonne servo, Optimus swiftly sat himself up, and was immediately met with a hot palm splaying over his chest plate. Pushing him back down with half the effort it’d take to restrain a fully functional Optimus.
“I have to get back, Megatron! The party have families waiting-“
“They’ve got everything they need, Prime!” Megatron said, half hysterical. The absolute delusion a frantic Optimus could conjure in his guilt. His *bizarre*, outlandish guilt.
“You aren’t the only communications source for my men- what an ordeal that would be.” Megatron had the audacity to roll his optics at the other’s mortal coil.
“But I-“
That servo moved from his chest to reach beneath him and lift his weakened frame just enough to stuff a pillow that was definitely not standard issue for the common rabble underneath his helm. Optimus’ aching shoulders fell into it gratefully.
Megatron continued to undo the tension tying him into knots with more of his usual bleak, hopeless reassurances. The ones Optimus was oddly endeared by and appreciated the familiarity of, despite the cold honesty.
“This alliance between our people is a glorified test run, and, inevitably, an excuse to continue the war when your leaders choose the most damning evidence you’ve unwittingly presented to them these past cycles to declare us ireedemable by Primus. And further, a wasted effort. Others far more capable at the moment have your position filled, Optimus Prime.”
No, Optimus wasn’t sure his leaders were actually so eager for the war to wage on- more like they had little to no hope an alternative was truly possible.
Which, why send him here in the first place then?
It was at that moment Megatron’s shameless spark burst to life, and a thick digit reached out to tentatively trace over the vents in Optimus’ abdomen. Up and down, crossing over the dull, bladed edges of his grille with a ‘clink’ when his claws caught over each fold. Careful not to bare down.
“W-what are you,” Optimus cleared his vocalizer and pushed that warm palm putting a flutter in his tanks away.
“What are you doing?”
‘It’s me, Optimus. Not that you remember my name when it doesn’t explicitly suit you.’ Was what he’d wanted to say. But how *exactly* could he deny how weirdly intimate their encounters had been as of late, anyway?
What with long, pointless conversations at late hours in empty corridors about Megatron’s extensive exploits from long before Optimus’ creation. Or asking, perhaps a bit too forwardly, to hear of his recreational works -which Megatron would deny him, though clearly flattered all the same. Or actively seeking the other’s gaze to share an eye roll with at the insanity of morning refuelings with all the ‘Cons who’d happily see each other pushed down a quarry forced to interact, providing endless entertainment of the violent sort.
One more unabashed display from this deplorable mech was hardly a surprise.
Even if this had been the first time their.... weird relationship had delved into this side of something genuine -like Megatron appearing honestly concerned for his well being.
Which was ludicrous, of course, but...
He had dragged him into his berth after all.
How and why had he ended up here, again?
Megatron looked unbothered by Optimus’ sudden shyness.
“I was merely trying to keep you relaxed. I need to keep you comfortable.” Megatron purred, like being in his berth wasn’t already questionable enough without *that* particular tone.
“Hook was quite clear that you needed ‘proper’ rest -and so, are you feeling content? How can I put your processor at ease?”
Optimus stalled.
Hook? The medic that’d threatened to throw Skywarp’s dismembered arms into a smelter instead of helping reattach them, but a medic no less? Optimus could only figure he’d fainted then, since he was missing such a large chunk of his memory in the time before Megatron’s overwhelmingly big berth was all he’d come to know.
And if the medic involved had assigned him here, then he’d been put on berth rest...
How humiliating.
Now he wished he’d just taken the extra care to recharge before he’d passed out in front of his superior.
His superior? Was Megatron even? Optimus was incredibly grateful his role and orders when given this position were so painfully vague now, and didn’t have to worry too much about his insubordinate streak towards both factions if it meant he didn’t have to consider *Megatron* his *superior*.
He made to move again, feeling he had to do *something*. He sat up again and got as far as swinging his legs over the edge of the berth before Megatron proved he was apparently happy to follow doctor’s orders for once -A miracle, considering the time he’d walked around on poisoned Energon once, refusing a system flush. He’d thrived off the contaminated fuel even, by pure spite to Starscream alone.
Optimus was really ready to get out of berth now.
“You’re staying here.”
Fantastic....
“Can’t I stay in my own room?” He pushed at the mech invading his space and blocking his escape.
“Certainly. And I will ensure you stick to doctor’s orders while you do so.”
Optimus’ finials tipped forward threateningly. Megatron ignored the pitiful display.
After a moment of unwavering wills clashing together and filling the expansive room with tension, Optimus had to sigh and swallow his shattered pride. Hoping this wasn’t the kind of thing he’d have to make a report about that would inevitably end up in the hands of Ratchet for future physicals.
He looked down at the big servo resting on the berth beside his thigh, waiting with deadly precision to jump out and snag him around the waist should he attempt freedom once more.
Controlling bastard.
“What sort of orders do I have?” Optimus growled, finials flat to his helm in an entirely different kind of threat.
“Luckily, the simple sort. And all very manageable by me.”
“You? You’re my keeper now?” Optimus hoped sassing would provoke the other into releasing him. Even if that was relatively hard to do.
“Can you afford to add ‘Nemesis Din Mother’ to your terrifying list of aliases?”
“I couldn’t very well afford ‘Forsaker of the Only Mech I Find Tolerable And At Times Reasonable’, now could I? But seeing as now isn’t one of your more sensible moments, I will assume the role as ‘Temporary Carer’.”
“Why?” Slipped out before Optimus could think better of ruffling the only bot concerned with his safety -and even with his scratchy vocalizer, he’d manage to sound quite demanding.
Who could blame him? With a history composed of violence and distrust once, this was the stuff of fever dreams.
Regardless, “Weren’t you listening?” was the significantly bemused response he received, and it was nowhere near satisfying enough an answer.
He supposed he would have to let ‘coworkers’ via ‘peace time’ be good enough a reason. As if that normalized being doted on in a work associate’s bed.
—— ———— —
Stuck in a berth on medical leave was one of the most painful experiences in Optimus’ lifecycle.
He was trapped there on special orders in a room where his former archenemy, who’d never bothered to remember his name at one time, could just waltz in and irritate him with news about the ship’s perfect functioning while their martyr took a much needed break. Aft.
Optimus could handle the sarcasm and pigheadedness -he’d gotten both from his Earth crew and Sari regularly. The awkward doting, however, when Megatron would bring him cubes and wait patiently (unnecessarily) for him to finish them before asking if he was still hungry was another thing.
As were the extra berth sheets that’d slowly started accumulating around Optimus, until he was practically lying fluffed up and wrapped inside a nest.
As were the corrosive polishes freshly bought and presented to him to use for a quick buffing when a private wash rack was a door away.
Confusing- mind blowing- so, so unnecessary- so, so humiliating.
He could have done without all this, yes, but he wasn’t sure if he’d have been saved the same fate if he’d demanded to suffer alone in his own quarters. Megatron was clearly actively seeking him out.
Finding the ex war lord locked inside his private room any other time was a rarity, ever present and foreboding someplace on the ship where there were blithering mechs to scare.
Now that Optimus couldn’t even get rid of him with Cyber-bear mace if he tried, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been something of a personal target of his since coming aboard the Nemesis. They did have a way of running in to each other, but *this*.... Megatron was always fluttering about his room now, having such important paperwork to do all the sudden -the sort he’d shuck off on Shockwave prior- and leaving Optimus to endure his frequent company.
Which wouldn’t be so bad- Optimus couldn’t pretend he didn’t enjoy the niche similarities they did share. Who else honestly thought tactical maneuvers was a fun subject? Or that the great wars the bigger mech had weathered made for interesting story time?
But the fact that he was spending hours lying uselessly around a cushiony little nest, accepting warm fuelings, Megatron’s personal literature, and allowing himself to doze to the sound of that baritone voice when there were bots upstairs working themselves to stasis -and not by their own doing- was just plain unacceptable.
“Don’t rush your recovery, Optimus. Your system functions need time to come back online- and to do that you need adequate recharge for all the cycles you missed. And fuel.” Megatron extended a servo to the pouting mech, holding a mesmerizing, swirling cube of Energon.
Optimus sat up, thoroughly reprimanded for acting like a sparkling, and peered over at the dazzling purple slush inside.
“And *that* is supposed to be adequate fuel?”
More than adequate- that was the problem. The ‘that’ in question was an Energon goodie, that much was obvious, and while still very unnecessary, he couldn’t help but wonder about its unusual contents.
Optimus reached for it and gingerly took a sip, finials pricked high upon his helm.
He savored the smooth, sugary gush, optics locked suspiciously on the terrible mech awaiting his approval. A smirk slowly forming.
“This alloy tastes like an Earth solution. Potassium permanganate?”
Very much not a thing a despiser of all things organic would keep aboard his ship.
Further more, no matter how good and sweet it tasted, a splash of medical grade human antiseptic had never occurred to him he might try as a junky little treat. How’d Megatron figure so? Where’d he even get it?
And why hadn’t he stopped taking sips already?
His pout was significantly less effective when plush lips were busy sucking down their fourth fueling in a cycle -and especially so, when it was laced with additives for substantially less health related reasons.
He should really stop accepting this kind of treatment. Maybe if he just reminded Megatron that frivolous expenditures had always been beneath him before Optimus’ self induced injury....
“I’ll fetch you another.” The larger mech said.
He turned towards the door and stopped abruptly to consider his own words. A momentary pause that was dismissed much too quickly for someone who once openly sang of the conquering of Autobot Tyranny and its desire to reduce his people to little more than giant, thoughtless pets, and then he was off to ‘fetch’ his drink.
Leaving Optimus almost inconsolably bewildered, and with a half full cube of treated Energon he’d hardly made a dent in tilted towards his lips.
The absurdity of Megatron practically self proclaiming himself Optimus’ new errand boy seemed to bring him to his senses a bit.
Was Megatron.... coddling him?
Coddling *him*? Optimus Prime?
And also, *Megatron* and *coddling*?
No, no, no, no. Now he was just being an idiot.
First of all, the frequent playfulness in their interactions -yes, he could admit their constant taunting of the other was hardly the stuff of unbridled hate these days- didn’t exactly mean he’d earned himself any special privileges. Optimus was still an inconvenience to him, put here in a measly attempt to keep some control over the affairs of adventurous, destructive war machines in the wake of a shaky truce.
It wasn’t like Megatron’s interest in him went farther than Optimus’ ability to offer him challenging conversation and fresh perspective (on matters he apparently wasn’t being taken seriously in managing here either. Surprise).
And those were Optimus’ own thoughts exactly on the dangerous ‘Con. Megatron was a fun challenge -now that he wasn’t hellbent on his destruction. He was a welcome change to Optimus’ stagnant life.
This surreal, shocking amount of care he’d shown on Optimus’ behalf -which was again, unnecessary- wasn’t anything as outlandish, as *impossible* as Megatron wishing to *coddle* him. To keep him safe and see him back to health once more. It was just.... he was just....
Optimus hadn’t a clue *what* he was doing. He only knew it wasn’t coddling for Primus’ sake. Though still very odd and very much a mystery -one that’d tear him apart at the seams until he had suitable answers. Make him question everything he’d come to know about the Decepticon leader and whether he was just an ambitious, presumptuous mech for even entertaining the idea-
And Optimus should *really* stop frying his circuits over all this and get some much needed recharge.
He sipped his cube with both hands, finally used to the sizable difference in the war class’ servos to his own. It was still warm and sweet, and it lulled him into a comfortable recharge, back down into the pillowy layers of his makeshift nest.
Happily oblivious to Megatron’s heated gaze when he returned with his fifth ration, taking enormous pride in having secured the little mech’s comfort. Though, one more sheet wouldn’t hurt.
——— ———— —-
He’d figured he’d survived the full insanity of his situation and came out on top when his subroutines reverted to his usual standard, and Optimus was able to go more than a few hours without rest again. It wouldn’t be long before he was his old self, and he’d be cleared for the bridge.
So why now, when he was capable of walking himself over to the washroom for solvent showers and fuelings cut to twice a cycle again, was Megatron ten times harder to get rid of?
Optimus couldn’t swing a thigh over the edge of berth before Megatron was subspacing his datapad and hurrying to his side. Offering a hand to take.
“I’m not completely dilapidated,” Optimus mumbled -which he never had been.
“You don’t have to worry about me falling apart if I walk to the mess hall.”
“Why are you walking at all?” Megatron countered and sounded ever so slightly annoyed at the prospect.
Like having a mech who was capable of getting up and walking around to fend for himself was more annoying than having an independent bot with near perfect functioning lying uselessly in his berth.
Megatron was perceptive, calculating. He could see that Optimus was doing fine now, and it was more than a little shocking that he hadn’t decided it time for him to move on and resume their work like normal honestly.
Optimus thought it time he ask him such.
“I can’t thank you enough for watching out for me,” He began, even taking the servo offered in a gesture of goodwill.
“But I’m good as new -more or less. I can handle myself from here on, so-“
“Allow me to see you to your destination.”
Optimus was cut off, and that was as much a sign as any that Megatron wasn’t leaving this up for debate. Which was *odd*, but fine with Optimus. He liked his company when it wasn’t centered around him being babysat like a mechling.
Optimus dipped his helm and shrugged.
“Fine. Maybe we can get some work done while we walk. I’d like to know where we stand with the crew on Kleese now. Are they receiving full necessities? I’ve noticed you war frames don’t prioritize medical leave in the event of an injury.”
Megatron would like to shake him unconscious and explain to him how that was the greatest hypocrisy of the seven centuries when he awoke.
He walked with Optimus side by side, watching him from the narrow corner of his optic. As if he thought Optimus might be about to bow over and faint any moment. The smaller bot tried not to grind his denta together too loudly.
“Everyone is accounted for, all resources at their disposal, and communications have not been met with interference. They have orders to explore further.”
“But they have access to the home ship at any time?” Optimus asked, as he began to tread a little more slowly.
“What if they go too far?”
Megatron seemed to find the idea amusing.
“You are the only civil frame in our ranks, Optimus. A war frame is capable of amazing arduous feats, immeasurable to the strength of your little engine.”
Not so immeasurable the most powerful of their class couldn’t be beaten down with the Magnus hammer, firstly.
And secondly, ‘part of their ranks’?
“I’m not actually assigned to a position in your military.” Optimus pointed out, finding it a bit difficult to say so. Why was the room getting darker?
Megatron only sighed whimsically.
“Unfortunately, no.”
‘Unfortunately’?! Optimus gawked.
He would argue that the council couldn’t wait to get rid of him, and here his former enemy was acting like he’d make even a decent fit among a lot of cut throats and thugs able to work through recharge and survive whole missing sensory circuits without shedding a tear.
“However,” Megatron continued, unconcerned with Optimus’ inner turmoil.
“You’ve certainly made a place for yourself here. You’re practically one of ours now.”
Optimus went very quiet then, worried the affects of his self induced injury had somehow become contagious and spread to Megatron to damage his processor. Did he hear himself right now?
“Well,” Megatron began, voice deep and thoughtful. So low it was unlikely Optimus was entirely meant to hear his inner musings.
“I consider you so. I’d be a fool not to claim you as quickly and thoroughly as possible.”
“Excuse me?!” Optimus wheezed through his vents. He hadn’t even realized when they’d come to a stop, but that’d been enough of a gut punch to send him clutching at Megatron’s armor like a lifeline.
“You’ve pushed yourself too far, little one.”
Optimus opened his mouth to hiss indignantly at the pet name, and immediately devolved into a coughing fit. His grip loosening, as he curled in on himself.
“I’m calling Hook.” Megatron hummed and almost sounded panicked, but the single palm wrapped around Optimus’ waist, pushing his weight into the bigger mech’s felt calming and sure. Promising the other his grip wouldn’t slip in the slightest.
Beyond feeling like there were slivers of glass cutting at his intake, Optimus decided Megatron’s rather overbearing approach to him as of late wasn’t such a bad thing. If he hadn’t been here, Optimus would have been stuck struggling to vent for however long until someone came walking by. And if it had been Cyclonus who’d found him in this scenario, he wouldn’t have gotten the appropriate care he’d needed.
He let the dizziness blur with his sudden exhaustion and was soon fading into unconsciousness against a sturdy chest plate.
——- ———— -
Optimus woke to that familiar warm servo draped across him sometime later. Now waring the effects of a system flush on Hook’s command, trying to turn the room upside down on him, he had little choice but to listen quietly to the firm lecture Megatron had clearly prepared for him.
“Why do you push yourself? You understand there are consequences to such foolishness, yet you are optimistic the risk will prove worth the punishment. It hasn’t thus far.” Optimus certainly didn’t need reminding of that truth.
“It’s left you in an even worse state now. You must see how much progress this has cost you as opposed to have simply *waiting* until you were fully recovered. Why push yourself?”
There was so much disappointment in his tone, and the little bot couldn’t believe how that could feel more miserable than his aching tanks.
Optimus felt like a bigger idiot than when he’d boarded that ship for Archa Seven.
He was blessedly spared the awful, crushing force of his embarrassment by a system alert to purge. He jolted against the servo pinning him down, but the warning passed as quickly as it came. Faulty code from the flush- it was doing away with contaminants on its own without the need purging. Which means Optimus would just have to lie there uselessly, absolutely swimming in nausea, and endure the seething mech at his side while he fought random alerts to purge his brain module out.
“Sorry.” He croaked. He was only sorry Megatron was the one having to see him act a fool.
He surely made a pathetic display, as Megatron’s other servo came up out of the purest sympathy he hadn’t known him to possess to smash his cheek plate into the palm of his hand, cradling the side of his helm. Thumb stroking a finial. Optimus shivered.
“I doubt it.” Megatron finally said, and he’d be right.
Optimus had had a job to do, and recharge hadn’t been such a priority. He was much less likely to stand by that now, though, if it meant he’d be withering away in Megatron’s berth for eternity.
He’d rather be here on more pleasant terms.
Or not at all.... Definitely not at all.... yeah... uh...
“Who convinced you to take such little care in yourself, Optimus? Who put it in your processor that you matter so little? *It is appalling*, you understand?”
Optimus would tell him ‘nobody’, if he had half a mind and none of this dizziness making his helm spin. Mostly because he wasn’t even worth most peoples’ processing power.
But without the privilege of good sense and a throat that wasn’t aching with untapped emotions, Optimus simply shrugged and confessed, “I think it’s kind of obvious.” And clung a little tighter to that servo keeping him grounded.
He couldn’t tell what Megatron thought of that- whether it was disgust at the self pity or anger that a mech he apparently considered quite capable and intelligent would let such doubt overwhelm him. His optics kept shuddering, and in the dark, Optimus could barely tell which way was up without Megatron to hold him there.
But a rumble came from a powerful chest above him, rattling through his frame and filling him in a terrifying way for the possessiveness with which it spoke. He leaned into the palm at his cheek and basked in it, thoroughly surprised to find Megatron so doting for his unbecoming confession.
“If that is so obvious, why am I here? I, who wouldn’t waste my time on anything so ‘unworthy’?”
Megatron’s servo slid free to stroke languidly down Optimus’ middle. Seemingly fixated on the blades of his grille like the first time he’d taken him to berth.
And in a voice much deeper than Optimus was sure he’d ever heard it, lulled him into a quiet recharge with the softest confession of his own.
“Your worth isn’t measured by my infatuation, mind you. You are simply enough as you are, Optimus. You.... matter.”
Whether that was true or not, Optimus could hardly hope to deny so. It felt too good to hear it, but especially when it’d been Megatron to say it. Even if he sounded quite out of his depths.
He’d never know Megatron simply felt there were no words to convey the true importance of the brilliant little mech he’d stumbled across by dumb luck. This mech that deserved higher praise than one lowly lord could hope to give him.
——— ———— -
Optimus drifted in and out of recharge, offered plenty of fuel and warm words whispered in his audial between them. A few stabs at the foolishly fearless mech that had once challenged Megatron to a battle back on earth when he was so easily defeated by recharge, too. Optimus had just enough energy to sass back with talk of the pitiful space bridge debacle.
Having turned over to low prone at some point, it earned him a gentle caress along the place between his shoulders, and he was forced to hide his burning face in the hoards of blankets, willing the flutter in his spark to recede with the tension Megatron dutifully rubbed away there.
He’d deny up and down the way his engines purred at the generous touch. Soaking the foreign attention up quicker than he had the Energon.
Megatron’s affections were their own abundant source, apparently, and Optimus felt blessed to be their receiver. Finally allowing himself to give in and believe himself absolutely worthy of this explicit care. Humming and stretching when a particular spot was pushed into just so, turning him into little more than a puddle of mech.
“Roll over.” Megatron ordered, unwilling to entertain protests of any sort. So much so that he took the smaller bot by the hips and flipped him himself.
Optimus felt awash in the sensations of those battle worn hands against his chassis, undoing decades of stress. Pawing at him until his frame felt anew and free of ages of wear. Processor, too.
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He wasn’t surprised to see the ex warlord in remarkably better spirits when the illness had finally passed, and Optimus had returned to his now substantially more esteemed position. If only because Megatron knew he was taking care to get that precious recharge going forward- in Megatron’s berth, no less.
Optimus took the junky Energon treat the ‘Con shamelessly offered with all the grace of an overprivileged grunt receiving the special treatment of his high commander could. Bringing it over to sip happily from atop his perch on the throne’s armrest, finials flicking at an incensed Cyclonus marching by.
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This is disgustingly fluffy, I know, but I fought against the much worse fluff crimes I am capable of to spare you. And myself. I have to stop outing myself like this.
🤍Stranger, thank you, because this message was so amazing, and I want to give you something in return for allowing me to splurge and humiliate myself appropriately🤍 Being sick was worth it to scribble this thing out and just vent.
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bratdykebarbie · 1 year
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I’m keeping this message in my inbox forever but I still wanted to share it ���
first off—I literally love you so much I’m tearing up right now 😭💖
I am so fucking honored and I appreciate so deeply this kind of feedback—because it helps me know I’m doing something right. I might not be able to change things on a massive scale, but if I can help just a few trans women on this site feel beautiful and desirable and sexy and loved and WORTHY, that makes me feel like I have a purpose.
I want you and every single trans woman in the world who feels the way you were feeling, to know that you are all so beautiful and so desirable and so so so worthy of love in all its forms. You are worthy of being loved sexually, physically, emotionally, spiritually, every single aspect of you.
Y’all have my whole entire heart 💖💓💗💞💕
Sending you all the (consensual) hugs and smooches and Blåhaj love 💖🦈
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hey guess what… it’s sunday and i love you!!! 💛💛💛 i actually made these little graphics myself this week <3 i want you to always know how loved you are, how worthy you are, and how much you mean to me. there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for you because you are by far one of the most important parts of my life and i feel so lucky to know you 🥹 here’s to this next week being better and brighter for the both of us, but one thing’s for sure: we’ll get through it together. i love you 💞💘💕🩷💖💓💗💝
i love you so very much 💛🐣✨🐝🌟 and these kebins are so very beautiful. i am looking. i am. I Am So Very Much 👁️Looking👁️.
i love how our weekly ritual has come to involve all of our specialest little guys. they're like flavour enhancers. a spoonful of sugar to help the Beautiful Messages Of Love And Compassion go down 🥹🥹
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britneyshakespeare · 11 months
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DIANA !!!!!!!! YOU ARE BORN i have been walking around all day today with a note on my phone saying DIANA BORN so i wouldnt forget. i saw the notification in my calendar a while ago and stared at it like this :D for a long time so i am so happy Your Special Day is here at last. i love you so much and i hope you have done many marvellous things worthy of the world's most important and beloved red-headed poetess. i love you so much. i love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Thank you Ned, I love you always forever 💞💞💞💞🤗🙀🤪🐬 (I chose four consecutive recent emojis after my little hearts and decided these fit how I feel because I cannot put my emotions into words)
So sorry I could not answer this when it was still my birthday in your timezone... alas 😗😥😣💕
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💕: Who’s the clingier one in the relationship?
💚: Who gets jealous?
💞: How do you both express affection?
💋: Where are your favorite places to kiss your f/o/where are their favorite places to kiss you?
For Arlecchino, Yelan, Thirteen and Simeon, if you don't mind ! your selfships are all so fun !!!!
Yay! I love doing stuff like this!
Thanks for asking, I like rambling to others (and listening to others ramble) about selfships!
You can always ask! I love interacting but get nervous about asking others.
I also love seeing other genshin and obey me! enjoyers with their selfships so I will be popping into your side blog to ask 😊
Sorry for taking so long but I got this ask just before falling asleep for the night 😅
I'll go person by person for this because my brain refuses to do it question by question.
Arlecchino!
💕- I am rather physically affectionate in general and, while she might not say it all the time, Arlecchino likes the time spent with me clinging onto her. I love spending time with Arlecchino and, because she works the way she does, I take as much of her time as possible when off duty. I give her time for herself, I need it too, but I tend to stick to her like glue. 🥰
💚- I know Arlecchino would never look at others, my Jealousy is minimal and barely there. Arlecchino, however, absolutely has a jealous streak at times! She absolutely sees one too many people staring or not taking a hint and has something cold to say to them and an arm around my waist...gotta love them claws. 😍
💞- how we each express affection?
Arlecchino shows affection by doing little things. Things like pulling the blanket up around my shoulders when she wakes up first, shooing me away from dishes when I was the one to cook, even brushing my hair and braiding it for the day or before bed.
I show affection with physical touch, hugs, cuddles, etc. I make lunch for her with a reminder note so that she eats, I make sure she has a warm bath run when she comes home too!
💋- our favorite places to kiss?
I love to kiss Arlecchino's darkened fingers, her collarbone and her shoulder. I love everything about Arlecchino but her gentleness with me is something not shown in front of many others.
Her favorite places to kiss me is probably my wrist, fingertips and forehead! Arlecchino has this little habit of catching hold of my waist or hips and holding me while placing a kiss to each of my temples. Her hands get kissed in return because, while she may see her blackened hands as a punishment or a flaw, I love them so very much.
Yelan!
💕- clingier partner?
Might surprise you but it's Yelan, actually! Since she has to store up energy before going on missions and such, she stays home when possible and loves to be around me whenever she can. She'll even slink into the kitchen when I bake and wrap her arms around me and basically becomes my shadow as we speak quietly in the afternoon sunlight coming in from the window.
💚- who gets jealous?
Me and Yelan don't really deal with Jealousy much, her three subordinates are sweet and always check up on me when they're in the area.
Yelan and I both don't really care who looks even if only because we know the other draws people's eyes.
💞- how we express affection?
Yelan loves physical affection and she'll even, very rarely, taste test the sweets I make! Yelan will occasionally bring home little trinkets from a job if she thinks they were worthy enough to bring home to me. These trinkets are things like certain books in a hideout or bolts of fabric that someone had been smuggling things in/with. She does so adore the outfits I make with her little trophies.
I make her the spicy dishes she likes! Even adding spices from the other nations. She loves the variety and I love knowing she is getting the care she so deserves. She loves my families spicier recipes.
💋- favorite places to kiss?
Yelan likes my lips, cheek and jaw. She has to bend down a bit to reach my jaw and cheek but these little kisses mean quite a bit to both of us.
My favorite places to kiss her are the corner of her lips, her wrist and the tips of her ears. She is kinda ticklish and has the cutest giggles when I kiss her ears!
Thirteen!
💕- clingier one?
Thirteen is a total TsunTsun and she may say she doesn't like me always seeking her out, but she likes it just as much as I do!
We are equally clingy. She seeks me out just as much as I do, takes me out to window shop and get something to eat. Her clingy is just dates galore and more time spent together than what time I spend with the brothers, she'll even crash an event (that she is actually invited to but that's neither here nor there) to spend time with everyone and myself.
💚- who gets jealous?
Me. Plain and simple. But more complicated, mix of insecurities about the life span difference and that, in comparison, I won't be a thought for long. She doesn't let that go for long at all and is quick to remind me that my soul will be hers at the end of things and another life is something I'll have with her.
Her love is for all subsequent lifetimes.
💞- how we express affection?
Thirteen is the type to play around with me, pulling pranks and trapping people together. She explains her traps and how they work and even lets me help name them. She also has a thing for sweets so she (for both our enjoyment) taste tests my baking! She buys me candles and body mists because she knows I like the vanilla and cotton candy ones.
I show affection by baking and making things for her. Making her new tops and teddy bears that she actually keeps on shelves as little tokens of affection. She liked the pampering I tend to give her, doin her nails and hair, even slightly gloats about it to Mammon and Levi to get their goats.
💋- favorite places to kiss?
Thirteen is oh so giddy to kiss my lips and cheeks! She loves to hold my cheeks and repeatedly kiss my lips and then gets all embarrassed because I tease her about it. She does it more often when we haven't seen each other in a while.
I love to kiss her palms and her lips. Her palms are calloused from her trap making and I love the slight roughness in her hands. Her lips are always with vanilla or strawberry chapstick because she knows it's my favorite kind of flavors.
Simeon!
💕- clingy one?
Me. I love bein around simeon and having his attention. Even just being in the same room while he writes, I'll even be his little gopher and bring him food and some hot chocolate to keep him fed while he works. I am a golden retriever puppy for this man, for all of them really but I always thought I was the black cat. 🤷‍♀️
💚- who gets jealous?
Me, only a little. This man gets looks in the human world, the devildom and the playful flirting of Solomon, love em to bits but sometimes I'm just not in the mood for hearing it. Though Asmo and Solomon see that and are the best gettin me to talk to Simeon, even when I feel somewhat childish for feeling that way.
💞- how we express affection?
Simeon will write little love notes and stick them around my room and send little messages in between classes.
I like to brush Simeons hair and give him little trinkets from the human world that I think he might like.
A mutual form of showing love for one another is bookstore dates. We both love to read and reading each other's book recommendations is something we do every other month!
💋- favorite places to kiss?
Simeon likes to kiss my knuckles and my forehead! He sometimes randomly comes by to place a few quick kisses to my forehead before something happens and we have to resume later that night.
I love to kiss his shoulder blades, his nose and his brow line. He still has a bit of a time adjusting to his new normal, so he still needs a bit of a cool down time when I kiss his shoulder blades.
His other favorite kiss only happens when we dance. He likes to spin me around the kitchen when something is cooking and we have some extra time to goof around, since we rarely have time away from the brothers and other people in general. He'll spin me and dip me slowly before kissing me so tenderly that it leaves us both breathless.
This was so fun to do! I love rambling and interacting with others so always feel free to drop in again if you have anything to say! 🥰
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Summer Birthdays
Summer Birthdays
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x OC (Elaine)
Tag: Birthday Fluff Sugestive hints
Word Count: 1.943
Author’s Note:
Happy Birthday Honey @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 😍😍😘😘 I thought of a Gift enough to repay you for being my friends and for all the things we shared together since we meet, things I will always hold dear to my heart along affection I had for you 🥰🥰💕💕
I am and always will be proud and grateful to have such a wonderful talented, kind, sweet and energetic as my friend 💞💞
I hope with all my heart this fic could thank you for everything, even if I know that words will never suffice to Still here it is my gift for you with the special boy that, not casually, share the same zodiacal sign and month with you. 💝💝
Hoping this day will be everything you wished for and more I wish you all the very best you deserve the world 💗💗
I LOVE YOU SO MO 💖💖 HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊✨✨✨🎇🎇🎇🎂🎂🎂🥳🥳🥳
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You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊
Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊
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The warm morning sun was peering from the window and into the room bathing everything in sight in his warm colors birds chirped happily outside while a pleasant smell of fresh baked chocolate cookies came from the kitchen as a pair of dreamy sigh filled the air, nuzzled blissfully immersed in their sheets affectionately watching in each other eyes with sleep still clinged to their features as they stifled yawns behind smiles were lazying around a peculiar pair of lovebirds "Bonjour mon prince." "Bonjour mon déese." she chuckled softly at his words as he slowly leaned over kissing her forehead, caressing her blond curl away from her gorgeous face whispering tenderly "Happy brithday my love."
She looked stunned at him her amethyst eyes crinkling with affection as she threw her arms behind his neck kissing him on the lips "Thank you so much Napoleone." "You seriously do not thought I forget." she smiled softly shaking her head lightly feeling heat rushing on her cheeks, she was sure Napoleone would have not but a part of her was afraid still for he was such a busy man she would have not blamed him, he let his fingers brush lightly on her cheeks gently lifting her chin looking straight into her eyes
"Good because I could never forget my precious reine special day." softly he melted his lips on hers entwining his fingers with her as his tongue danced with hers swallowing her ever so light whimper of pleasure escaping her luscious pink lips, blissfully losing themselves in a slow tender session of lovemaking before reluctantly sliding off the bed only when he beamed brightly about something he wanted to show her in town, after a lavish breakfast worthy of a King that spoiled her palate along the happy wishes of a pleasant birthday from the resident of the mansion.
Once reached their destination he hugged her from behind keeping his hands on her eyes slowly he lead her forward feeling her hands grip lightly his arms to not lose balance, he chuckled softly at her smile whispering lowly in her ear "Today I want to spoil you rotten but most of all I want you to feel how much I love you from the bottom of my heart." His finger slipped tenderly away from her eyes as he take her hand in his squeezing it lightly before raising it to his lips leaving a gentle kiss on her knuckles "Do you like it mon amour ?" she sighed dreamily not knowing what to say, so she decided to show him instead circling his neck and brushing her lips on his in a sweet slow kiss conveying all her emtions welled up from her heart for him alone.
"I love it so much my lion, I do not know what to say." she beamed brightly looking into her eyes making his heart melt at the brightness of her smile, warm and pure like her. Softly he cradled her face in his hands brushing his lips on her forehead hearing her giggle happily before leading her to the buffet prepared all for them to fest on, chocolate bon bons of any taste and flavour were elegantly lined up on a candid table but the thing that caught her eyes melting her heart the most was a little heart cake at the center of it topped with a little cherub, his eyes softened at the sight of her fingers sneaking subtly sliding a pink heart between her lips smiling widely as she rolled it over her tongue.
They stayed there all afternoon improvising an informal but lively party with Napoleon little students who, after her permission, enjoyed the lavish sweet treats helping them both clean the table by sunset, when they wandered off not without thanking their teachers of the party and wishing Napoleon's lover a really happy birthday, her heart bursted with happiness at the memory as they both chit chatted on the way back home, filling the golden bathed carriage with their hearty laugh.
Before they knew it the landscape changed from city to the countryside as the mansion entered in their vision reluctantly they pulled off wandering throught the corridor unusually quiet, she was about to enter in the dining hall elicited by muffled laugh and conspirational whispers that resonate through the door, slowly she went to look through the keyhole before placing her ear on it but in vain, startled by Napoleon voice she jumped back looking sheepshily at him "What are you up to ?" "Nothing." she answered lacing her fingers behind her back like a child caught with their hand stuck in the candy box "I see."
Her smile wide and playful, her jade dress and a mischievous glimpse in her amethyst eyes she looked like fairy, the blithe smile on his lips told her he knew whast she was doing all along eliciting her to confess candidly "Alright I was eaversdropping but I only wanted to get a glimpse inside." "If you are so curious why we not enter ?" "We can?" she beamed excitedly her eyes sparkling as her smile widened on her pretty lips "Of course, after all today is your special day for you to do everything you want." he whispered softly in her ear making her blush softly as he knocked at the door twice before opening it, walking trough it hand in hand.
All the light were off but Elaine could clearly hear muffled laugh and little chuckles as she looked for the switch on the wall, pressing it lighting the chandelier she turned her back to the table only to be welcomed by a cheer of "Surprise." a wide smile bright like the sun itself appeared on her lips as her eyes widened at the frilly decorations filing the whole room, an huge banner embroidered in colorful letter pinned on the wall HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELAINE while corals and jade garlands along shiny little trinkets adorned every surface on shelves and tables. The first to approach her was le Comte niece and her friend Julie smiling widely at her as her chartreuse green eyes glimmered with excitement as she hugged her tightly.
"Happy birthday Honey." reluctantly they pulled away, taking her hand in hers beaming brightly she asked "Do you like it ?" After few minutes in which she tried to collect her thoughts coherently enough she exclaimed "I adored it." her answer satisfied her friend enough making her giggle happily sliding away just in time for Elaine to catch a glimpse of Sebastian placing the biggest cake she has ever seen on the already full table.
Her eyes were now sparkling heart at that sight of his lover next to the cake, two of the things she loved the most together in front of her eyes but the best part it was knowing it was not a dream, for the warmth of his hand on her skin as he helped her accomodate on a seat was enough to sent sparkle all over her body she tried in vain to contain, conveying all happiness and gratitude, all the love and affection she harbored for him brushing her lips on his hearing some cheer of encouragement coming from their friend that make her blush softly trying to pull away only to feel his hand cradle her face pressing his lips on hers once again.
Slowly he pulled away seeing a playful smirk play on her lover's lips as he dipped his finger in the whipped cream of the cake holding them still near her lips, an invite she could do nothing but obey to as she let his fingers slide in her mouth stroking softly her tongue making her whimper lightly as the taste of the white chocolate invade her palate, blushing even more as he sultry whispered in her ear slipping his fingers off her lips "This is all for you it has been made entirely with chocolate. Tonight everything is for you to take as you please, Would you be bold enough to ? " a lustful glimpse in his jade eyes he knew she could not resist he left a little kiss on her neck bathing in her blushing expression she tried to hide casually grabbing a chocolate bonbons and feeding it to him, seeing him smirk as he nibbled at her fingers making her giggle softly.
Night was still young as another surprise hide behind the corner melting her already softened heart when Sebastian started filling the table with all her favourite dishes everyone not hesitated to fest on as soon as the birthday girl give its start with a bite to a luscious shrimp covered in a thin layer of pink seafood sauce, sharing home cooked meal made even more special by the noisy company of their friend that colored dinner with hearty laugh and carefree chit chat before diving in to have a piece of the triple layer cake everyone complimented Sebastian of, seeing the white chocolate one melt quite fastly thanks to Julie and her husband Jean that did not hesitated to dive in with their portions occasionally feeding little bites of cakes to one another much to the amusement of the resident that astounded looked up at them giggling like children as blissfull carefree smile were plastered on their face as white chcolate stuck to their fingers. The evening flew by and before long she was begin to feel tired, smiling softly as some of the resident after a cheerful toast fell alseep around the room, keeping company to Leonardo slumped on a sofa along his cat and a very sleepy and half drunken Isaac, chuckling lightly as she catched a glimpse of Jean holding a fork of a white chocolate heart to Julie seeing her eating it while she blushed madly before brushing her lips over his smiling softly as his cheeks flushed in embarrass. A good birthday could not be complete without gifts, even more when they were used to show affection and so she spent the rest of the evening opening them all, smiling until her cheeks hurted thanking each and every one of them with a warm hug, before being sweept up on an improvised slowl waltz from her lover. Suddenly the clock ring midnight too caught up in the party she did not notice it was getting late, a yawn promptly followed by another were hidden by her hand as the last residents retired in their own room she was about to call it a day when suddenly his sultry voice reached her ear along a pair of strong arm circling her hips "I am not done yet with gift but for it we should wait to be alone." his voice husky and sensual stirred a pleasant heat in her chest spreading from her heart all over her body creeping up on her cheeks she looked up at him smiling suddenly wide awake "I can not wait." he chuckled softly nuzzling into her neck "If you like I can give it to you right now." a soft dreamy sigh escaped her lips as she whispered feeling his fangs scap lightly her skin "Please do." He smirked maliciously murmuring softly "As you wish ma reine." taking her hand in his they slipped unnoticed away from the by now empty room giggling like children as they run through the hall directed to their bedroom, determined to show off his feeling far from prying eyes ready to make her day even more special showering her in his love with only the stars as witness of the emotions they would have shared to one another until dawn.
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who are your favorite blogs/people that you've met on here? :)
hi anon!! i was sitting on this ask for a little but seeing that i’m stuck at home now and have a lot of time, i think it’s the best time! put under a read more. 🥰
@bisexualhobi ana is my best friend that i’ve met on here and i kid you not, we literally talk every day. they’re the greatest friend anyone could have and they take good care of me, are funny, smart, and just one of my favorite people to be around. they also introduced me to exo, so this is all on them really. i couldn’t imagine my life without ana in it and i am one of the luckiest people in the world because of them. 💖
@kimtaegis annie!!! annie is the biggest sweetheart ever. she’s actually one of my sister’s best friends, and we found out that we study at the same university because the world is a tiny village. i had her over for christmas dinner last year. i love having annie around and her creations are just the best. 💚
@yejiswife jenny!!!! jenny, my beloved. truly one of the best people i know and who welcomed me into the pentagon fandom with open arms. they’re incredibly caring, lovely, and just the best. both their blogs are amazing and you should follow them asap. i love them so much. jenny, i am hugging u right now. 💌
@hvndong my beloved jasmine. i met her because i was assigned to be her universe anon last year and it was the best thing to ever happen. her taste is incredible, she’s one of the best people i know, and i just love talking to her about ateez or pentgaon, or really, just. literally everything and anything with her. my fellow gemini. 💓
@young-jae i have followed sofie for such a long time now, i think we both have followed each other for a while now, and i love talking to her about ateez, and i would always defend her. she’s one of the best content creators ever and i just love that she stands her ground. ❤️‍🔥
@arseun i will always be sha’s number one hype-man and i’ll never shut up about it. we initially followed each other as got7 blogs/enthusiasts (i think???) but i love how we can talk about so much more than that. sha, you’re the best. ily. 💕
@tipannies mari!!!! i am so thankful exo brought us together. not only are mari’s creations all absolutely divine and infinitely praise-worthy, she’s also such a sweetheart and it’s such a joy to know her and support her. 💝
@soft-pentagon alex is another beloved uniblr mutual of mine and another one of those people that i just love to talk to and that is joy to have on my dash. uniblr is such a small, tiny circle but i love everyone i have met through pentagon on here. 💛
@prismwon who else understood my plight as a military husband as much as geety ... no one cheered for jinho’s return as much as they did. like, she really is just one of the best people i’ve met on here. i love how we can totally talk about SINGERS who SING for like, hours. another one of those uniblr darlings. 💞
@lovepattranite i know vivi back from uniblr as well, and i just wanna tell you that i love you and i am so glad i got to know you and your sense for aesthetics and colors is out of this world. one of the best content creators as well. she’s so warm and kind. 💗
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finniestoncrane · 2 years
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Omg, you’re so sweet 🥹🥹 You are worthy of so much more than an emoji anon! You’re so funny, sweet, and you create AMAZING content!! I love you too and I hope that you’re having a wonderful day today as well!!! I’m SO excited to see what you come up with, I know it’s gonna be great 💖💕💞 (also, I promise I’m gonna stop being anon soon, I’m just in my shy era rn 🤭)
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no you ;-; you are literally ADORABLE i am going to smoosh you between my hands and then wrap you in a soft blanket omg
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today i have some riddler first dates and a dano!riddler and i am writing them all with you in mind you sweet lil bb 💚
also don't pressure urself but also i am literally the last person to by shy around i have no shame no cringe and no self-control lmaooooo
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skymoonandstardust · 1 year
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hi hannah 💕 it’s valentine’s day this week, it’s the perfect excuse for me to cover you with love!! and you can’t be mad if it’s a bit sappy!
you are amazing, wonderful, beautiful inside and out, and the world is better with you in it 🌈 please never doubt that you are loved and deserve to be loved 💞
also I got you some gifts: 💌🍫💐🍓🧸. have a good week / day / night 💕
Hey Alix <33 it is. holy cow, it's TOMORROW! :O
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All the love to you ( and the rest of my followers as well <3) i'd never get upset if you sent me sappy things. I encourage all the sap in my inbox lol who knows. that sounds like a good idea and i might even make it a thing. . .open my asks for all the sweet sappy things on your mind for the whole of valentines day.
Either way, thank you so much! i'm already drowning in so much love but i don't even care. btw i'm giving you back as much and more love because you deserve it. you're worthy of all the love and i hope that loki anon of yours gives you a wonderful day tomorrow.
Gifts?!
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now i really am getting spoiled lol. thank you, I love them, and here's a few gifts for you.
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Message for 11th January ~*Angel of Self Worth*~
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You are currently undervaluing yourself. You are so much more than what you are portraying to the world and those around you. The Angel of Self-Worth is here today to reflect unto you all the beauty, love and light that you are and to help you regain your sense of self-worth.
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Feel her healing light penetrate your aura this very moment and affirm to yourself:
"I am a being of light and love. I love and value the many wonderful qualities I possess. From this moment forward, I will honour and value myself, all I am and all I do, in the knowledge that I am part of God's creation. I am worthy of love."
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Repeat this affirmation several times each day either out loud or in the silence of your heart. Reflect upon each word and truly believe and own each one. Express each word with all your heart and soul. As you begin to value yourself, you will find that others also start to value you.
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🌈🙏🏻✨💕
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Aurora's Love
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