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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Hey can I request 141 boys +alejandro and rudy headcons about their partner having bigger chest 🍒 (but not the most perkiest) and nice ass 🍑 how they’d feel if the reader just walks around the base with a thin tank top-booty shorts and their boobs on display, maybe some jealous/possessive shits too?

Lord! Sorry it’s taken so long. I’m gonna try to get back into my requests slowly ❤️ thanks for being patient with me … I hope you enjoy! I’m a bit rusty with headcannons!

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, mentions of smut, AFAB!reader

Price 🥃

Price loves your body but HATES how you flaunt it. He wants it for himself. He’d never tell you that though, you’re a force to be reckoned with. Strong. Independent.

He watches as your booty shorts rise further and further up your ass as you bend over to pick something up. He can’t take it, seeing how the boys eye your body, how they drool over you as you walk past.

You’re oblivious, comfortable within yourself, eyes only for him. But it causes jealously deep within him.

He can’t control his thoughts when you’re around him, especially when you wear a thin strappy top. Always thinking about your tits bouncing when you’re on top. Because they were so big they weren’t the perkiest but he loved it. He loved how full they looked, how soft they were.

If he catches the boys looking he makes them do extra laps.

Soap 🧼

Soap is like a wee school lad when you wear revealing clothes. Can’t quite believe you’re his, he loves showing you off. Showing everyone that you’re his.

However!

When you flaunt yourself around the base he finds himself gripping onto his stress ball. He knows you don’t want anyone else, but it’s not too he’s worried about. He gets jealous easy, not that he’d tell you that.

He loves watching how your breasts ripple when you move, falling out of your bra. You breasts have been a bit of an insecurity for you as they weren’t perky. But he’d always reassure you and plant tender kisses on your skin.

Your ass however. Spankable. He has to spank it whenever he sees it. It’s the rules!!! He also loves to tap your boobs like he’s playing a drum, shouting ‘bongos!’

Ghost 💀

He’s taking you to his room. That’s it. He’s fuckin the brat outta you. Wearing hot pants and strappy tops when you know how it makes him feel?

He loves watching you on top, breasts swaying and bouncing, your ass jiggling on his thighs. Heaven for him.

Gaz 🇬🇧

Gaz is FERAL.

He sucks his cheek as you walk past, shocked your his partner. He’ll send you little texts telling you how gorgeous you are, how he can’t wait to see what’s under your clothes.

He watches from a distance needing to readjust himself as his erection grows. Seeing your hips sway and ass jiggle send his kind into overdrive. It mesmerises him.

He loves watching you in the shower, as the water runs down your large breasts, water dripping off your ass. How the water collects at your nipples before falling to the shower floor. You know he loves watching so you always put on a show for him.

Which, naturally ends up with his cock buried deep within your pussy, moaning your name.

Alejandro 🌹

Alejandro has warned his team about looking at you. This man is jealous and passionate. You’re his and his only. Now he’s not controlling, he just knows you’re a literal goddess who demands attention with your mere presence.

He catches you one day cleaning a jeep in the humid afternoon, bent over the hood, ass cheeks bouncing in the sun. Your breasts skimming the surface of the jeep gathering water on your vest. Nipples hard.

So he does what any respectable boyfriend would do. Spanks you. Hard.

The recoil of your ass never fails to make him hard. He cannot pick what he loves more. Your large breasts or your peachy ass. He’d never tell you but he isn’t above fucking you in front of his entire team to show them who you belong to.

Rudy ❤️

Rudy would have you anywhere, anytime. So when he sees you flaunting your hourglass body in tight shorts and vest? He’s all over it like a fly on shit.

He likes to start off by teasing when you’re dressed like this. Small touches and grazes on your skin, just letting you know he’s there. This turns into whispered praises throughout the day, alluring and suggestive text messages.

He keeps this going until you’re begging him to touch you. Anywhere. Anytime. You need him. He’s got you right where he wants you.

He loves holding your breasts, feeling how warm and soft they are. Feeling your ass against his cock. Your ass is firm and large, it’s probably his favourite part of you. He loves feeling the muscle squish against his thighs, grabbing a handful of it, treating at as his own personal stress ball.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod mw22 #john soap mactavish #ghost x reader #simon riley #modern warefare 2 #soap x you #john mctavish #gaz cod #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #captian price #john price x reader #price mw2 #rudy x reader #rudolfo parra #alejandro mw2 #alejandro vargas

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moonydustx · 2 months

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Lighting up

Sanji x F! Reader

Warnings: pure and explicit smut, kind of soft (and I mean super soft) Sanji dom, use of candles in sex. Sort of a pre-established relationship. Porn with no plot.

A/N: just a dirty idea that popped into my head, this is it.

Minors do not interact!

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Voices echoed outside Sunny, some singing and others just talking. The archipelago where you had docked was going through a huge winter festival week. Crowded bars, markets until late at night, children playing in the street.

The thin heels you wore didn't hinder you from climbing back onto the ship. Your footsteps could be heard from outside, to the delight of a certain cook.

"What was your excuse this time?" his voice reached you as soon as you crossed the kitchen door.

The environment was almost completely dark, except for the lights coming from outside. That night, everyone had decided to go out, explore the island and Sanji would stay at the Sunny. Except once again, you had other plans in mind.

"I said I had a bad headache, I needed to sleep." you approached him, leaning against the counter and watching him strike a match. "I didn't want to be disturbed."

"That's a shame, mon couer."

Instead of lighting the cigarette stuck in his lips, Sanji brought the flame of the match to a small candle that caught your attention. It was different and much better smelling than anything else there. Only after that did he bend down and pick up the candle to light the cigarette.

"I believe I have other plans for both of us." your body was trapped between him and the counter, Sanji delicately left the smoke just above your face.

Already knowing your tastes, he took the cigarette from his lips and offered it to you. The smoke that invaded your lungs couldn't compare to the intoxicating feeling of having his body so close to yours after long days. As soon as the smoke left your lips, Sanji slipped his fingers covered by the black glove he was wearing under them. The same hand went down to your waist, turning your back towards him.

"You look so beautiful in that." He lifted the hem of your dress allowing him to feel the flesh of your ass that was showing. "That idiot mosshead couldn't take his eyes off." the grumble came out almost as a growl. "I hate that you keep paying attention to him."

"He is a friend." the sentence disappeared from your lips when you felt him press two fingers on top of the fabric of your panties.

Instead of answering you, he just leaned over and blew out the candle next to you, leaving a small puddle of wax accumulated. When you resumed your original posture, the cook took advantage and unzipped the dress you were wearing.

"He doesn't look at you as a friend." he grumbled, letting the fabric pool around your feet.

"And what's the problem? I don't see myself complaining about your flirting with Nami."

"You know they're different things." he saw you facing him. "Besides, she's not the one here now, my dear."

"I could say the same about Zoro." the provocative tone in your voice did not go unnoticed by him. "He's just a great friend."

"I should put that mouth of yours to good use." he grunted, placing you on the counter and fitting himself between your legs. "But like I said, I have other plans."

His lips fused with yours in a single movement. His tongue explored every corner of your mouth, just as the cook's agile hands pulled you closer to him. You couldn't describe exactly what you felt longing, horny, love.

The taste of the cigarette and the small dose of whiskey you had taken before tangled in the small space they occupied and you could feel your intimacy wet the counter below you.

"I missed you." Sanji murmured between kisses. "I want to feel you."

"Please." you asked and grumbled as soon as you saw him walk away.

His hands, still covered in gloves, slid down your torso and stopped at your breasts. They slid smoothly over the soft skin that was extremely contrary to his gloves. His fingers wrapped around both nipples, pinching them, making you gasp. He knew the right buttons to push. Sanji repeated the gesture a few times, leaving the skin sensitive and the nipples hardened.

"Do not be so mean." You asked, feeling his hands slide around your waist. He tied one of the gloves on his hand and threw it away, while the other hand he brought to your mouth, watching you bite and tag finger by finger.

"Today I want to try something new." he warned, taking the small pot with the candle.

First he dropped a few drops on your shoulders. The first drop that touched your skin made you twitch and only then did you realize that the wax wasn't that hot and that in fact it didn't even seem like any wax.

"It's just oil and some aphrodisiacs." As if reading your thoughts, he answered you.

As soon as his hands touched your shoulders you understood what he meant by an aphrodisiac. With each tighter squeeze he gave, the oil seemed to heat up under your body, making you grunt. He picked up the candle jar again and as soon as he did, you rested your arms behind your body, offering him your breasts.

"Good girl." He dropped a few drops near each nipple and watched them run down to the most hardened point of your breast.

Only the heat of the wax itself made you moan and seek some contact against the flat counter, earning a frustrated groan from you. You threatened to take your hand to where your body was begging, but Sanji immediately captured it and placed it back behind your body.

"Let me have my time with you, love." his fingers slid over one of your nipples, pressing and tracing circles and soon his lips found the other neglected part of attention.

Suddenly the weight of your body seemed too much for you. Your head fell back while your body seemed to offer your breasts even more to Sanji. He knew the value of a good dish and would never waste what was being offered to him. His lips tugged on your nipple while the other was trapped between two fingers, making you beg for some more action or you would cum just from that.

The sound his lips made as they released your skin was almost sinful. His lips were red and yours were almost purple from trying to contain the noises. His hands slid down your thigh and lifted one at a time, leaving you open on the counter in front of him.

"Sanji I know what you intend to do." you warned him, seeing him smile at the realization. "Babe, it's going to be a lot."

"Don't worry. If it's too much, just say our code" he started kissing the inside of your thighs, separating them even further and catching a glimpse of your wet pussy. A small damp line connecting you to the table. "Fuck love, so beautiful."

Ignoring the first idea that crossed his mind, Sanji just dived towards your pussy. Without hesitation, his tongue began to collect all the honey accumulated there while two of his fingers made a point of opening your lips, leaving you even more exposed to him.

"You're so delicious, I could taste it for hours." He walked away even if he didn't want to. He took the candle again and approached your intimacy. "Ready?"

"Please."

The first drops hit your mound, causing chills. As you felt the drops dripping down your body involuntarily sought more contact. Just like he had done when he sucked you, Sanji used two fingers to leave you even more exposed to him.

The first drop that hit your clit elicited a scream that had probably been heard from outside the ship. Placing the pot aside, Sanji's fingers soon found your pearl. Slowly he slid circles around your clit while he watched your every reaction carefully.

When your body started to roll, trying to intensify the turns even more, it was when Sanji found a limit. The fingers went down to the entrance, penetrating just one while the other hand, which was previously resting on your thigh, took its place on your spot, moving even faster.

"Love Please." you asked desperately for something you didn't even know how to put into words.

"You have to be specific, amour. What do you want?" the provocative tone in his voice was clear and at that moment Sanji could already feel his pants painfully tight against his dick. "Let me help you. Do you want one more?" He penetrated the second finger and began to thrust quickly as his fingers began to circle your clitoris, leaving you just enough room to moan even louder.

Heat was starting to pool in your belly when his hands moved away, leaving you contracting against nothing.

"Sanji!" a sob escaped your lips. "Why did you stop?"

"I have a better place for you to cum." he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His dick pressed against the fabric of his underwear.

Still feeling your legs shaking, you got down from the counter and let your hands slide over Sanji, ripping off his jacket and throwing it somewhere in the corner of the kitchen. You finished unzipping his pants and removed the cloth from there along with his underwear, freeing his cock and reached for the candle and you dripped two small drops onto the length of it. Your hands ran down the entire length and went up, caressing the reddened tip.

"Is this your revenge my love?" before you even answered him, you felt Sanji take your hands away and turn your back to him.

His hands, which were usually delicate, roughly placed one of your legs and pushed your chest against the flat environment. The contrast between the hotness of your nipples and the ice-cold surface made you even wetter, as if that were possible.

"You look so hot like this. This beautiful pussy..." his fingers entered again in a much slower and faster way.

I need you inside Ji, please, I'll do whatever you want."

"No need sweetheart. You'll never have to beg for it." Without hesitation, he thrust into you at once, moaning in unison with you and placing his hands on your waist.

There was no slowness this time, nor patience either. The heat of your pussy next to the used candle made your intimacy burn even more. Sanji moved his hands away from your waist just so he could hold both of your hands behind your back while you asked for more.

Feeling that you could take even more, his hands let go of you and one of them separated your buttocks. Peripherally, you saw him dip two fingers into the candle jar and you only understood what was happening when a brutal moan escaped your lips. The wax - which had completely converted to oil - slid down your other hole. With his smeared fingers Sanji allowed himself to tease the entrance to your asshole.

"Oh God, Sanji please, just please."

"Do you really need this so much?" he only put one of his fingers halfway in. A back and forth movement that tried in vain to follow the thrusts into your pussy. "You're squeezing me so good. Just cum for me baby, I know you want it, let me feel you."

His words combined with the feeling of being filled and the heat caused by the oil on your body took you to a peak you had never reached, you could feel some liquid gushing out of you. Your vision blurred as you felt Sanji squeeze you even tighter and fill you with his cum.

His lips began to trace wet kisses on your back while his hand reached your intimacy again.

"Pepper." you said in a breathy voice, barely audible but Sanji managed to get the message. He immediately came out of you and moved away a little, just taking his hand to your hair and brushing it out of your eyes.

"Are you okay my love? Did I hurt you?" His worried voice almost broke your heart and the best response you found was to open a wide smile. "Was that a bit much?"

"Yes. And a little too hot." you mumbled.

With the delicacy you only knew from Sanji, he took your leg off the counter and placed you on your feet, turning towards him. Already suspicious that your strength was gone, he kept his arms around your body, supporting you.

"My goddess, my princess, you did so well." He placed a small kiss on your lips, almost imperceptible. "How about a shower and then I can prepare something for us?"

"Sounds perfect to me. I just don't know how far I can walk to the bathroom."

Without answering you with words, Sanji just picked you up and walked leisurely to the bathroom. Some bath salts, ice cold water and he knew you would be comfortable while he got you water to drink.

Taking advantage of the trip to the kitchen, he recognized the discarded clothes and the used candle, hiding them in his things. When he returned to the kitchen and finally got his water, he found the tuft of green hair that provoked him so much.

"Where's dagger?" He called you by your nickname, arousing some jealousy in Sanji. "I heard she wasn't feeling well."

"Don't worry mosshead, I took care of dear Dagger." Sanji took the water and turned away. The image of you waiting for him in the bathtub was more than he needed to avoid that possible argument.

Zoro's fingers slid across the wet patch on the counter and the smell in the air couldn't be denied. Maybe the cook had taken too much care of Dagger.

#reader insert #fiction #no use of y/n #one piece #requests open #vinsmoke sanji #one piece sanji #sanji x reader #sanji x you #black leg sanji #minors dni

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lilac-gold · 4 months

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i know that this is just a part of how omori's fight system operates, but i find it very interesting that we are able to make memes like the one pictured below considering all we know about hero's character throughout omori, both in the real world and in headspace

this meme is made by using hero's "smile" skill as well as a rain cloud, sad poem or anything else that inflicts a sad emotion on him. hero's skills are primarily always either food-based healing (e.g. "cook", "fast food", "homemade jam", "snack time") or some form of charisma (e.g. "captivate", "mesmerise", "enchant", "dazzle"). it's hero's job to be the support of their team, and to use his pleasant demeanor and appearance as a distraction.

no matter which emotion hero has, he can still use every one of those skills. it is of no relevance how he feels as long as he can uphold his designated role as a charmer and a healer.

now, consider real world hero's way of dealing with things, which is that he simply doesn't. when he returns to faraway, he's there for everyone else, appearing on the surface to be completely fine and content, and simply not acknowledging his own trauma. he puts on a constant facade of normalcy and perfection. because to hero, it doesn't matter which emotion he has, he can still use every one of his skills. it is of no relevance how he feels as long as he can uphold his designated role as a charmer and a healer.

hero would bend over backwards to please others. he canonically has depression, but would much rather be someone else's shoulder to cry on than admit he's not okay. everyone puts him on a pedestal, viewing him as a sort of ideal to look up to. sunny does it. kel does it. his parents do it. even hero himself does.

i think that's part of the reason why he's so often overlooked by the fandom: hero's unrealistically perfect, but that's exactly the point. he forces those expectations on himself, forces himself to earn trophies and medals even while he struggles to even get out of bed. he smiles despite wanting to do the opposite, because he's not supposed to be depressed. he's hero.

his charm-based skills in headspace alternate between a) reducing foes' attack with a bonus happy effect and b) acting first with all foes targeting him for one turn. hero either dissolves the situation a little, acting like the mediator he always has been, or takes the blunt of the damage for his friends.

he's constantly in the spotlight, in every world.

headspace hero has done a ridiculous amount to help people, from stopping a wildfire to giving up all of his organs, has made such a profound impact on so many lives through his good deeds, and that's recognised. people in headspace adore him.

the conveyor belts at the junkyard are endeared to him. sweetheart falls in love with him. mr jawsum plans to essentially keep him trapped working at the last resort forever. medusa thinks he's "too pretty to sell". hero's worth something to so many people, even when he doesn't want to be.

and that applies to the real world too. he's the only older sibling left for his friends after mari's death. he has to be strong for them, to be that ideal, because they have no-one else to fill that role. he brings kel and aubrey together, rescues sunny and basil, says that they should have a sleepover like "old times". he's trying so hard for everyone else, he can't afford to let himself crumble.

hero's a performer. and we see canonically that he has at least some stage fright from sweetheart's quest for hearts.

sweetheart's an interesting case. i find it interesting that the image above would be found mostly in the fight against her. sweetheart is one of the bosses with a uniquely heightened emotional state, hers being that of happiness in "manic". due to the way the emotion system in battle works (explained to us, funnily enough, by hero himself), it makes sense to oppose sweetheart's mania with sadness, misery, and depression.

so that's what hero does! he has the depressed effect, he'd otherwise look incredibly morose, but as soon as time calls for it, he's got a smile back on his face. we see how uncomfortable he is about her advances, but he gives her a smile that sets into motion a whole separate stream of dialogue where sweetheart proclaims her that she would like to "make [his smile] mine".

hero's the group golden boy. the charmer, the healer, the protector, the older brother, the pillar for them to lean on when things get tough. he knows that he is, and upholds that image to the best of his ability.

that is, until mari dies.

then, he falls into a deep, serious state of depression in the real world, because he's failed. he and mari have strived for perfection their whole lives, only for her to apparently deem it all pointless and leave them behind. hero feels like he wasn't enough, like he never will be, no matter how much he's tried. the faked grins disappear alongside those which were genuine, for how is he supposed to smile when he's given up on the facade?

he stops talking to people. stops going outside. stops helping. he can't do anything but reflect on his perceived failures, and without his pillar of support, the group crumbles to pieces.

hero stays like that for a whole year, until he argues with kel and remembers the reason why he needs to stay alive. this is hurting his brother as much as it is hero, and kel's depending on him to get better. so he does, in a way.

he earns medals and trophies again, helps out again, lives up to expectations then exceeds them even more. he can't bring himself to do the things he enjoys anymore, or talk to the three kids he viewed as little siblings and he failed, but he's trying. then, he leaves, off to medical school like his parents wanted. it's a fresh start. it's a chance for him to start to move on.

he's been healing, a little, by the time he comes back to faraway. he can talk about what mari would have wanted without breaking down entirely. he can make kel and sunny breakfast. he can bring the group together like old times, and reminisce on all he used to have.

but he's still not better, and it shows. it shows in the tears he spills when alone beside mari's old piano. it shows in his refusal to visit her grave. it shows in all the little ways he can try to hide, can cover up with a smile too bright to be real. depression doesn't go away that easily, no matter how much hero tries to pretend he's fine.

all in all, i think this meme essentially sums up hero's character and arc in a single, otherwise funny image. am i overcomplicating things? oh, definitely yes. was this a blast to analyse nonetheless? absolutely! there are far too few takes on hero out there, and i hope this gave a little bit of insight as to why i adore him so much.

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loki-us · 5 months

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Welcome to my Mega Problematic Sylvie post

I wanted to make a list of everything problematic about Sylvie in s1 and s2 because she gets away with whatever she wants and it bugs me to no end that she never takes accountability for any of the pain she causes.

You have been warned. So let's get into it.

1. Sylvie’s way is the only way and she expects everyone else to just bend to her will without complaint

2. She is physically mentally and emotionally incapable of trusting anyone besides herself

3. She uses other people's emotions to manipulate them into getting what she wants

4. She refuses to even entertain the possibility that anything besides her own opinion is correct

5. She criticizes others' attempts to clean up the mess she caused while she herself does absolutely nothing about it

6. Always looking to ruin and run, taking the easy way out and avoiding any accountability

7. Puts her own need for revenge above the well-being of everyone else in the multiverse

8. Blames everyone else for the problems she herself caused

9. Insults everyone at the TVA for their lack of empathy despite it being the exact reason she didn't want to return in the first place. Every critique she delivers just illustrates how much of a hypocrite she is

10. Berates Mobius and all the people who are actually trying to fix her problem even though they never once blamed her for the mess they're in

11. Acts like she's doing everyone a favor just for being there and insulting everyone when in reality, Loki had to ask multiple times before finally getting her to return

12. Never willing to put in more effort than just destroying everything and walking away

13. Even when directly asked for her help, Sylvie straight up refuses. She couldn't care less about anything besides her McDonald's employee-of-the-month badge

14. Sylvie gaslights Loki into thinking they're the same, that she's not in the wrong because they're both only thinking of themselves. In reality, Sylvie is thinking only of going back to her own timeline, alone, while Loki is thinking only of making his friends happy, because that's what makes him happy too.

15. While being completely unsympathetic to Loki struggling with his greatest fear, Sylvie makes the decision that Loki's friend's are all better off where they are now. But is it really better for them, or just better for Sylvie?

16. And now, after 11 episodes and countless requests for Sylvie's help, she actually cares about the rest of the multiverse. And yet it's still solely because her own timeline is finally in danger

17. When Loki ends up sacrificing himself to solve the problem Sylvie created, her only response is a joyful shrug that she's now happy, alone, and responsibility-free.

Overall, I know Sylvie's only purpose as a character is to be a darker mirror of Loki and everything she does is understandably informed by her trauma. This is likely a result of having a limited-episode-series and having all male/not diverse writers creating female characters. Sylvie is used only as a comparison to Loki before he met Mobius, and unfortunately is never given any thoughtful character moments like Loki had showing how he was aware that his actions hurt others. In 1x1, Loki talks about how he doesn’t enjoy hurting people and only does it to maintain control. The only time we ever see Sylvie reconsider her actions is when she didn’t kill Timely, which I think is more because she saw herself in Timely as someone who didn’t want to be controlled by their ‘destiny,’ not because she developed any kindness or compassion toward him.

I understand the fact that Sylvie was never given someone like Mobius to allow her the opportunity to change like Loki did, but I don't think that should excuse her causing so much pain and being so self-centered. Sylvie never trusted or cared about anyone and that's also my biggest argument against Sylki; her loving or being driven by anyone besides herself is just so inconsistent with her entire character.

Anyway, my purpose here was not to be hateful or to search for any reason to criticize Sylvie, but instead to look critically at her character since I've seen a lot of people praise her as the strong, independent female Loki whose behavior can always be forgiven. Unfortunately, the way she was written is that Sylvie turned her own trauma into everybody else's problem and they all spent 2 seasons trying to clean up her mess. That's my take thank you and goodnight

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blueparadis · 1 year

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3:30 P.M. + CHIGIRI HYOMA.

—› dark content, viewers discretion advised ; fem!sub!reader, soft dom!chigiri, ēxplicit sūmt,( pseudo ) or ( step )incest ( open to interpretation ), light bondage, cūnnilingus, nipple stimulation, use of pet names, sprinkle of angst, slight somno ( consensual ). based on this idea. word count — 1k ; enjoy reading. —› syn; early summer vacation springs a new opportunity for Chigiri to be closer to you, his little sister.

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Today, the afternoon feels like a day in July. It is the end of May. Chigiri just finished drying his hair out. He notices that you are asleep in his bed, the window is not open, curtains are drawn in and the air conditioner is on. He smiles to himself thinking how you still have some strange habits even though you grew up —so fast and full.

The air conditioner in your room is not working properly and it has not been a day since you crashed at his place, your elder brother’s place. What else you could do when your college decided to announce early start of summer vacation due to excessive heat? Stay at hostel and rot alone? Everyone was going home and so did you.

Seeing you, his little sister, peacefully sleeping in his bed with the air conditioner on made Hyoma smile to himself. She never changes. He walks towards the bed and tries to wake you up. You have a thin quilt covering your body and he thinks you would wake up in a minute if he removed that. After some futile attempts of, “Oye, wake up.”, “sleep after having lunch.” and as such he finally decided to go with his last resort, that is, to pull your covers. Ah geez! she's so handful, part of him does not want to wake you up since he thinks this excessive heat has drained you. So, you need rest after all —

Oya, what's this? His little sister sneaks into his bed with the least clothes on. Just a loose camisole and a panty. Maybe you missed him at the hostel after all which is why you took the first opportunity to come home as soon as the holidays were declared. What a pity it is that you fell asleep while waiting for him, just the way he likes— pretty and all dolled up. Even your hair is tied in a loose ponytail, just the way he prefers.

Chigiri lifts up the camisole and tucks it above your boobs, clustering it around your neck. The sight of your boobs slowly getting coated with goosebumps takes his breath away. It brings back memories. He just showered but it is hard to resist at this point. He bends to pepper dry kisses over your sternum, belly and retreats. He can't, not right now. Mom is in the kitchen but he remembers locking the door behind him. It wouldn't hurt, would it? You shift your body releasing a soft hum but Hyoma’s reflexes turn up. He cautiously holds your arm so that you do not shift to one side. He takes a glance towards the doorknob of his room. It's locked. perfect.

Chigiri untied his ponytail and held the rubber band in between his teeth. Carefully, he placed both of your hands above your head and holding one of your wrists he placed the rubber band around your wrist. A warm exhale follows through before he creates an infinity loop to bind your other free wrist. One more loop and he will be able to hook your knotted hands to the metal headboard of the bed. There is an opening, he can see it, he can see that how he can put it to better use.

He retreats to his original deed, that is, to pepper kisses all over your chest. This time he takes one more step taking your aroused hard nipples in his mouth and sucking them but not too much. He is careful not to wake you up. You hum and try to roll but your fastened arms keeps you from doing so. Hyoma positions himself in between your legs, hands resting along your chest as he keeps sucking your nipples, placing wet kisses and meek bites. The trail of soft moans, long exhales does not help rather it escalates his desires. He can not let you sleep through the main event. You would be furious if you woke up with his cock inside you. Although, he loves when you throw such tantrums but it can wait. He has got whole summer vacation for that.

Chigiri towers above you, again, at your half-asleep form. He has already discarded his sweatpants. The strain in his pants is growing and he is loving the thrill of it as he proceeds to slip aside your panty, run his fingers through your wet folds. It is better than he imagined. You are already so wet just by getting sucked onto your nipples. He thinks you can take his cock at ease. But, at the same time he does not want to take the risk of hurting you.

So, he lowers his mouth in front of your pussy. Licking from the base up to the top of your vagina, he whispers,“ wake up dove, you don't wanna miss the main event do you?” A moment later you find it hard to move your body, restrained moans and squelching noises reaching your ears as you digest that you are, in fact, tied in.

“Nii-san,” you mewl. Head dizzy and face warm seeing him, your elder brother, in between your legs while sucking and licking your cunt with closed eyes as if he is being permitted to taste the forbidden fruit.

“oh, you're awake.” Chigiri chimes as he adjusts himself to your entrance while pumping his cock. “Glad that you didn't miss the main event.”

“Nii-san,—” you call out wary of being caught, being seen like this but before you could ask him, he has alreday started kissing your dry lips making them wet with your arousal. The tip of his cock nudging your wet folds. He hovers above you so as to push his cock inside you.

“welcome back, princess.” he whispers as you feel his cock deep inside you, so deep that you feel you would black out a moment later. But wait, you feel he is inside you at ease without much pang. So, you glance at him, at his cock and figure out that he is wearing a condom.

Of course, it was foolish to think that he would do it without the condom. It's always been like this.

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I heard y'all bring up Fae! Gaz and my brain immediately went brrrr. I just love him sm. As for his darling, and this is just a random thought I had so take it with a grain of salt, but since you're saying that he deals in well, deals, how about he meets his Darling who's in especially dire straits, but she has a very unusual and large request of him. She'd like him to make everyone in her hometown disappear without a trace, with no one to remember them. And when Gaz reminds her that this favor comes at a steep price, he's a little put off by how resigned and matter of fact she is to all of this. Kinda like he asks her, "What are you getting out of all this?" and she replies "Peace of mind." Sorry for the word vomit, but I thought I'd share this with you! 😅

OK Aaah! Yes thank you for sending me your Gaz thoughts. I am percolating. I think this is a big ask for the Fae Man, too big an ask... This is, hmmmmmm, I am going to use this as a little jumping off point. I do not think that this is Gaz's Darling, but it isn't not his Darling. I think Gaz has had many Darlings while they are indebted to him, and once they clear the debt they move on. Poor lonely Gaz...

There's a bend in the forest, a bow in the trail where it moves to avoid the faerie mound. The soft grass and clover that always grows mushrooms in perfect circles, a place that sensible people avoid like the plague. Unless they have very good, or very poor, reason to be there. You stop just at the edge of the path, steps away from the lush green.

You wrap your arms around yourself, one last hug before you go. A kindness only you can afford yourself. The air is still as you step off the path, your feet carrying you to the nearest circle. You drop to your knees, eyes squeezed shut as you stretch your fingers through the grass between the red caps. You don't know how this is supposed to work, but you're desperate.

"Please," You whisper, "please," you implore. A hand settles on your head, soft, gentle for who it must be touching you.

"What's wrong, bug?" A kind voice asks above you, "Don't you have anyone else to cry to?"

You shake your head under the hand, his fingers pet through your hair sympathetically. "No, you never do, do you?" He mumbles to himself, you open your eyes to look up at him. He's crouched in the center of the circle, elbow resting on his knee, chin propped in his hand, he smiles at you. You've never seen anyone look so warmly at you. "What can I do for you?"

"I want to leave," You tell him plainly. He shrugs.

"So leave." You flinch.

"It's not that easy."

"Sure it is, pick a direction and start walking." He raises a brow at you, fingers sliding along a strand of your hair before dropping it, he pokes your forehead, "Tell me what you really want."

"I want you to steal me away," You say, it bubbles up in your throat and drips golden from your lips. You cough, heaving magical truth. "I want to be forgotten, I want to be anyone but myself, I want to leave without the heartache of leaving." He taps your forehead again.

"That's enough." He tells you, you speak your Name before the gold leaves you and his hand snaps over your lips. "That's enough," He snarls, annoyance flashing in his eyes. You both know it's an offer he can't resist. He sighs, watching you with something bordering on boredom.

"Stupid girl," He says finally, "you don't care what it costs, do you?" You shake your head, his hand over your mouth moves with you. He stands, pulling you up with him. When he releases you it's only to hold his hand out to you. "Come on then, of your own volition."

You don't hesitate, taking his hand and letting him drag you into the circle. He holds you so close against his chest, tips your head back and kisses you like he's pouring honey down your throat. You swallow the offered succor, and forget.

#This takes place waaaay before Ghost and Love #Gaz is too nice he keeps letting them work off the debt #he likes his darlings but none of them have particularly caught his interest #it doesn't help that Soap cycles through darlings like candy #and Ghost isn't interested in having any ties #really rolling with a group of problematic bachelors #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz x reader #gaz modern warfare #Fae!Gaz #Fae au

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For a show that's progressive, one-of-a-kind, ground-breaking for its time, and relies on "Show, don't Tell" a lot throughout the series, it bugs me how ATLA (or, more specifically, Bryke) preferred to tell the audience that Aang is a master airbender without showing us why. I mean, Toph, Zuko, Azula, and Katara are all shown practicing and improving their mastery in bending (although Katara has become rather overpowered), so why can't Aang have the same treatment?

Yes, Aang may be a child prodigy, and he did get airbending tattoos from inventing the air scooter, but I personally think that inventing an airbending technique (which demonstrates impressive ability and skill) is a way to gain the arrows prematurely, but isn't a requirement. Nothing in the show ever suggests just how far he's mastered his native element, let alone the other three. In the beginning of Sozin's Comet, Part 1: The Phoenix King (3:18), Aang says he thinks he still needs to practice his firebending more (which in hindsight makes sense, as he's just started relearning it from the dragons five episodes ago), and Toph notes that his earthbending could use more work too. Right off the bat, Aang is two elements away from complete mastery of all four, but later on he's seen practicing waterbending with Katara, implying he hasn't mastered it either.

We don't even see Aang practicing his airbending by himself post-iceberg, preferring to show off to random girls (like in Kyoshi Island). He just learns the elements, but doesn't really learn the philosophies behind each element. In this regard, he makes Kuruk and Roku look venerated in contrast. (To be fair to Aang, he had a specific deadline to master the four elements before Sozin's Comet that no other Avatar besides Wan had to deal with, but couldn't he try to make an effort to learn from the other nations?) Additionally, compared to Tenzin and Zaheer, Aang doesn't stand a chance against either of them (even though Tenzin is his son, but since Tenzin wasn't the Avatar, he could focus on upholding the Air Nomad culture and legacy). Even Jinora could go toe-to-toe with him at similar ages. He isn't really that impressive in any of the elements, to be honest; we've seen what a master of any specific element can do in both ATLA and LOK, as well as in the novels.

The main thing people often get wrong is that mastery isn't a final goal; it's a specific mindset. As in Pai Sho, what separates true masters from everyone else is that true masters always look for improvement in their strategy or skills. That's why Aang isn't a real master of the four elements: He always takes the easy way out, never trying to better himself or improve what he can already do.

I think this quote from Zaheer perfectly sums up what I've been saying: When you base your expectations on what you see, you blind yourself to the possibilities of a new reality. Even though it stems from his anarchist beliefs, it is genuinely one of the more insightful pieces of wisdom in the franchise because it promotes progress, a constant theme in life. Toph was able to invent metalbending because she wanted to "see" a reality where she could be recognized for her own talent in spite of her blindness; Zuko could learn firebending from the dragons because he could see a reality where he would regain his honor and fight alongside the Avatar, and so on. By contrast, Aang only takes things from surface-level, not putting any effort into understanding the true meaning of being the Avatar.

Speaking of Pai Sho, guess which Avatar constantly improved his/her abilities? Kuruk. Unlike Aang, Kuruk readily asked his companions, Jianzhu, Hei-Ran, and Kelsang, to continue teaching him, ever after he mastered the four elements that he was required to do, saying they would all benefit from the experience (the "true master" quote I mentioned above was actually said by him). Not only that, it was even inverted; sometimes they taught Kuruk, other times he taught them (which technically makes him the first known Avatar to teach bending to others). He was right, as during their lifetimes, they were the most powerful benders of their respective elements in the world!

Kuruk also had an intuitive connection to each of the four bending philosophies, which to this day remains unrivaled by any other Avatar, and was also one of the first people to suggest the idea that the four elements are connected (homeboy's literally a younger Water Tribe Avatar version of proto-Iroh, I'm honestly not going to be surprised if Iroh actually learned his belief from Kuruk during the former's visits to the Spirit World over tea and Pai Sho matches). If you ask me, Mone, learning the cultures and philosophies of the four nations is way more important than mastering the four elements, because the Avatar isn't just the bridge between the four nations; he/she is also the symbol of a unified world, and the franchise is saying that only one Avatar even bothered to do that? In my opinion, if we go by this rule, that easily cements Kuruk as the greatest Avatar in history!

Aang, on the other hand, never does this. Instead, he puts the Air Nomads on a high pedestal (which in turn causes him to place Katara on a high pedestal), and doesn't respect or learn from other nations' philosophies. He openly disrespects SWT culture and actively makes sure Tenzin doesn't have any exposure to the culture that Tenzin still belongs too, and worse, he pushes his own culture on other people's throats (remember the time he forced a homeless couple to "give up on hope because it's a big waste of time"? Or the time he forced Katara to not murder Yon Rha?) and values his own nation and values above the rest of the world (like the time he refused to kill Firelord Ozai because "all life is sacred", even though he has actually killed before, but if he doesn't kill Ozai, the latter's going to burn the entire Earth Kingdom to the ground!). That doesn't sound like something the Avatar is allowed to do, but Aang gets away with it anyway because ... hero?

There's actually another Avatar who focused on his/her own nation above the rest of the world. Avatar Szeto, Yangchen's predecessor, became a government official in his homeland, the Fire Nation. Under his tenure, the Fire Nation transformed from a fragmented, disaster-stricken state to the centralized, technologically-advanced nation we know of today. Unfortunately, this led him to neglect the other nations and, shortly after his death, the four nations were caught in a political event known as the Platinum Affair, which Yangchen had to deal with, eventually kick-starting the cycle of the current Avatar fixing their past lives' mistakes, while leaving problems for their future selves to fix. This problem might have even led to the growing ambition of Firelords Zoryu and Sozin as dictators, with the latter starting the Hundred Years War.

Aang not only valued his own nation's values above the others, he also forced said values on his non-Air Nomad companions; signed anti-miscegenation laws and tried to forcefully deport Fire Nationals from the colonies to return the land to the Earth Kingdom, even though they had already blended in with Earth Kingdom citizens, didn't wan to be separated from their families, and Zuko perceived the citizens of mixed heritage as his own subjects; refused to let his family practice SWT culture, even though his children could benefit from being members of both cultures, not just one or the other, and set an example for mixed-race families around the world; refused to teach Kya and Bumi Air Nomad culture because he thought they weren't airbenders and therefore "not real Air Nomads", even though they were just as Air Nomad as Tenzin was, if not more; and forced Tenzin to uphold the legacy of an entire nation on his shoulders. The fact that this was all written by complete accident is the cherry on top, representing just how badly Bryke screwed up.

... On a completely unrelated note, The Other Side of Paradise by Glass Animals (which is also one of my favorite songs) is definitely a Kuruk song. The last third of the song in particular sums up his tragic journey as the Avatar so well, and I always think of him while listening to it.

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Been thinking about this in the context of the similarities between this scene and conflict in 2x06 vs the conflict of likewise leaving a wounded dragon in 2x07, and in regards to potential mirroring with the main trio, but specifically looping in Amaya, Sarai, and Harrow's responses with Viren being like a narrative vessel for the 'Logical' side of things, so just put a pin there.

Now, while I think there are some aspects of this scene in regards to 2x07 that can be read in parallel �� Harrow and Rayla both refusing to leave the wounded, Rayla being mirrored with Sarai leaving to save Viren and said dragon, Callum and Sarai going to save Viren and Rayla, Callum and Sarai collapsing/being injured because of it (varying degree of metaphorical death for Callum as well because of dark magic) — I want to draw a different sort of parallel line here.

This scene, I think, is the strongest piece of characterization we have for Harrow, as it lines up with just about every other decision he makes. He is a servant king, he doesn't set himself above others (Viren being the sole, angered exception), and he is unbendable to this principle. What's most noteworthy about his 'stubbornness' here, however, is that every other person he'd reasonably seek counsel from agrees with each other, and Harrow still doesn't bend.

We don't get the sense from 2x05 that Viren and Sarai agree on much, but here, even Amaya and Viren are in agreement. With that in mind, I'd argue that for the modern day trio:

Rayla is lining up the most here with Amaya (as even though she wants to save the dragon in 2x07, she is more than content to risk only herself do so alone, and 3x01 / 5x04 reaffirms this independent streak, even if it grew worse after Sarai died)

Ezran lines up with Sarai ("We have to get back to Zym" and similar sentiments of togetherness, like his brother, but still a bit more measured. We see this even with when he's encouraging Callum and Rayla to return Zym without him while he goes back to Katolis to be king; sometimes splitting up the group is for the necessary good of the mission)

And Callum lines up with Harrow. Like Harrow, once Callum gets stuck on something, he will not bend or waver, even when everyone else around him is telling him, too.

This is often times a good thing, as his determination helps him be there for people who are less keen to open up ("He persisted, as he always did" with Rayla) and serves as the backbone to his success as a mage, as without his persistence he never would've become a primal mage.

However, like most positive character traits - for Harrow or for Callum - it also sometimes be more negative / circumstantial. We see this unyielding nature get Harrow into trouble in more than a couple of instances, and we also see it happen to Callum, perhaps most notably in 5x04 as he refuses to leave the library even though Amaya, again, and Rayla are both telling him that they have to. And like Harrow, this is coming from a good place: Harrow wanted to help protect the wounded, and Callum wants to help Rayla free her parents.

The biggest difference is, I think, also where Viren is more of an asshole, in that he asserts "You wouldn't do this if it wasn't your wife's sister". This speaks, of course, both to how Viren views the world as well as aspects of his dynamic with Harrow: he wants to be special and important to Harrow, to be above other people to him, but if Harrow would do the same thing for any of them, that noted specialness doesn't well, feel special.

And while I think Callum would be working to free the elves Viren trapped regardless of who they were, because it's the right thing to do, I think the fact that they are Rayla's family is what makes him a little crazy about it, too.

#2x06 #tragic trio #the royal family of katolis #tdp harrow #tdp callum #king harrow #analysis series #mini meta #analysis #we also presumably see this in 6x01 with everyone else disagreeing with callum about the prison so #yeah that bodes well :))#tdp #the dragon prince

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HIIIIII!! I just want to ask if you could do a black ( if you do poc) 6'11 reader who has an avatar that is 9'11, and she's really sassy but in a funny way and also brutally honest way, who prefers animals over people and just don't deal with the omaticaya but weirdly the cln7( including neytiri) loves when she's around bc she's super simpatic ans what i am SPECIFICALLY asking is you could do one where the sullys boys + spider are in love with her but she doesn't know and they don't know if they'll confess which is basically torture for everyone since they have to witness all of this( HELL THEY'RE MAKING BETS)

SORRY IF IT IS TOO MUCH YOU CAN CHOOSE TO TAKE OUT SOME DETAILS IF YOU WANT TO!!!! 🙏

Hello!! sorry for the wait on this one, I wanted to get it right! hope you like it!

Ch1 , Ch2, Ch3

Tstew

"HEY TSTEW! CATCH!" a fruit was thrown and aimed for Tstew's head, which she catches flawlessly. "trying to aim for my head lolo?" she smirks as she takes a bite from the fruit.

Tstew, a pet name given to her, which means brave. She likes the sound and its meaning. gives her a boost of confidence.

"it be pure luck to get a hit" kiri says as she and neteyam jump down from a brach. Lo'ak and spider joined in by coming out of some tall grass. Lo'ak shakes his head and he puts an elbow on Tstew's head. "well if she was a bit shorter, maybe", without saying anything, tstew grabbed him by the arm and threw his whole body down to the ground, landing with an 'OOF!'.

Tstew as she is named by her friends, was much like spider. Born on the planet of pandora, her home, didn't know anything of her birth parents and didn't care to know either. But one thing she is 100% sure its genetic, is her height. Standing proudly tall at 6'11, she over towers almost everyone. Her dark skin makes her stand out even more. Her bright green eyes that reflect pandora's nature. One of her prized assets being her hair. While she never interwoven with the Omaticaya clan, she had adopted their hair styles. Braiding her long hair and decorating it with beads and feathers.

Don't get the wrong idea, Tstew loves and respected the clan and the na'vi. However she believes its best to stay away at a safe distance. After the great battle, there was still tension between the na'vi and the humans who stayed. She didn't want the thin relationship to bend and break. So instead she would rather spend her time with the animals and nature.

Kiri rolled her eyes and spider and neteyam look at their friend with pride in their eyes, "had enough of rough housing? we are going to miss them" kiri said almost impatient. "don't worry kiri, we will make it" tstew replied and she help's lo'ak back on his feet. Neteyam takes lead and guides everyone else to see the herd of prolemuris.

As everyone starts to run and jump to get to the specific location, neteyam and tstew both had ran faster, jumping and swinging from vines. "think you can catch up nete?" tstew shouts as she jumps around. Neteyam laughed as he admires his friend, "I always do!". Lo'ak and kiri were just as fast but can see neteyam's and tstew determination to beat the other.

Finally arriving, the five arrived, huddled together in a branch, using the massive leaves to hide themselves. "ugh, spider, move!" tstew places her chin on top of spiders head, to which makes spider's heart thump a bit. Lo'ak held in a grunt, so he shoved himself close to tstew. "idiot give room! its to tight!" spider frowns as he tries to push back lo'ak. Kiri rolls her eyes and she lays on a branch above from them, "no need to huddle all together" she says.

"SSHH! they are coming!" neteyam hushes the others as the see Prolemuris swinging in herd. All communicating in their own sounds and pass by the kids. Their beautiful colors blending with the forest greens and doing their thing. All the kids look at them in awe as not often do they see those creatures. Kiri and tstew appreciate every chance they get to see them.

"so pretty...." neteyam whispers in awe, "did you say something nete?" asks tstew, neteyam clears his throat and shakes his head. "no, I didn't say anything". Tstew shrugs it all, as unconsciously she wraps her arms around spider, who he is loving the embrace while lo'ak and neteyam glare at him in envy.

tstew's eyes linger on as the view of the creatures fade away into the forest. She tries to swing like them but unfortunately, she only has 2 noodle arms. "that was fun to watch, but we better get back, its almost eclipse" kiri says. So everyone got up and this time, they took their pace slow to head back. Lo'ak turns to tstew with a grin, "excited for tomorrow?", this made tstew light up with glee. "fuck yeah I am! I have waited so long for this! I can use my avatar and bye bye to this stupid mask-oh, sorry spider" she grins nervously. Spider shrugs not offended. "its ok" but spider refuses to admit, he wished he too had an avatar. But the science guys only had enough material to make one more, and Tstew's DNA was compatible.

Neteyam grins, as he too is excited. They can do more things now since tstew was limited to certain things because of her human body. "though I high doubt your strength will be any different tstew" neteyam teases. Tstew took that as a challenge, "oh yeah?! try this!" she full body slams on neteyam as they start to rough house.

though neteyam tries to give tstew a challenge, its a bit tricky since he didn't want to break her mask. And admit he would let tstew win. Kiri scoffs and she warns them to hurry it up. And fair, the sky was starting to get dark.

They made it in time, as the sully kids said their goodbye's to spider and tstew. Both kids got into their base and slept. Waiting eagerly for tomorrow.

NEXT DAY

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"

THIS WILL HAVE A PART 2!

Tstew = Brave

I hoped you all liked it. Lemme know what ya'll think! It will have a sequel for sure!

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I love how stanikins bend over backwards to attempt to make Obi-Wan and the Jedi look callous and uncaring when all evidence points otherwise.

Obi-Wan is too harsh on him after he endangers his men and Ashoka to save a droid with confidential information on it which he didn’t wipe purposefully, oh no!!! He’s abusive!!!

Obi-Wan putting the good of the Galaxy above the ones he love because it’s his duty and philosophy to put the good of the collective above the good of the few he loves. Oh no!!!! He’s heartless!!! He should’ve let Anakin jump off the moving vehicle to save padme because muh love story!!!! He should’ve known that Anakin’s dreams about his mother dying was a vision and not a dream!!! Definitely not like Anakin told him it was a vision, “just a dream” verbatim from Anakin himself!!! Like if we take legends into consideration then Obi-Wan, someone who is strong in the Unifying force, would definitely have done shit if Anakin told him outright it was a vision but how was he supposed to know when Anakin himself 1) never had a vision before this and 2) never told his master what occurred in said vision?

Obi-Wan would’ve made Anakin fess up to the Tusken massacre if Anakin told him!!! He should’ve been a safe space for Anakin and been accepting like Padme and covered this horrendous miscarriage of justice out of love!!! He didn’t provide a safe space for a mass murderer therefore he deserves blame for it!!!!

The council didn’t want to admit a very clearly traumatized slave child who’s recently been freed because he would not be able to fully commit to their philosophy of non-attachment due to his experience and asking him to change how he viewed the world so shortly after being separated from his one support in life would be cruel so they denied him, therefore he was right to hate them!!! Especially Mace Windu because, checks notes, he was mean (???) to him (???) in the first act of the phantom menace???? Like have y’all not watched TCW and how Mace interacted with him????

Stanikins literally have every excuse under the sun to justify his every atrocity without giving him any agency in his own choice. His story is a tragedy!!! Let it be a tragedy!!! He was a slave boy with godly powers and traumatized beyond imagination! He could’ve been great if the circumstances were different, if one thing changed he would’ve been the greatest Jedi there were, but because he is literally doomed by the narrative, we cannot see him be the person he could be. He has great capacity for kindness of selflessness but because of his experience fear wins out and he desperately holds onto all the affection and love he could because his time as a slave taught him to do so. It’s a disservice to take away his agency, to make all his bad and disastrous decisions the fault of someone else, is to make him one dimensional. Let him be the villain he is and mourn the child he was and the person he could’ve been if he wasn’t doomed by the narrative before the prequels even came out. Let him be tragic. Let his decisions be tragic and doomed and unavoidable. Let him be sucked into villainy the moment he decided that his revenge is worth more than the lives of those that did not participate in the murder and torture of his mother. Let him be utterly unredeemable because of his actions. Let him doomed by his own actions as well as the narrative. Let him be himself instead of woobifying him into a victim of everyone else’s actions but his own.

He choose to massacre the Tuskens. He choose to massacre the Jedi. He choose to hunt any remaining Jedi left in the Galaxy for 20 years. He choose to put the life of his wife above the people who raised him and took him into their culture. He choose to do that himself. And it is tragic. It is sad. But it is no one’s fault but his own. His formative years shaped him into one who jealously hordes all forms of affection form those he loved most as a trauma response. He understands Jedi teachings (literally a whole arc in TCW where he teaches Ashoka what it means to be a Padawan and Jedi) he just doesn’t internalize it because of his trauma. He takes no one’s council but his own (showcased when he went to Yoda to ask for a method of cheating death and Yoda’s advice was sound if he were talking to any other Jedi other than Anakin).

Star Wars may be a a story of hope but it is also a tragedy. It’s about a boy how could’ve been great, it’s about a boy who was so full of hope and dooming himself because he’s too afraid and refuses to let the fear go so it turns into anger and hate. Taking away Anakins agency and blaming his actions on other people takes away the tragedy that is having someone great fall. A boy who was bad cannot fall and be doomed. It’s only those that have the potential to be great that falls the hardest and by taking away his own culpability in bringing in a genocidal empire (one he wished to rule no less) takes away the inherent tragedy of seeing someone so bright fall so low.

#anti anakin skywalker #Anakin skywalker critical #Star Wars #Star Wars is a tragedy #the only way for Anakin to fall from grace is if he had the capability to be kind and compassionate #and that’s what makes it a tragedy #jedi positive #pro jedi

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Best In Show.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— masc petnames. heavy petplay. puppy play. collaring. oral.

On your knees.

That's where good pups belong— That's what Keigo tells you, anyway.

The picture of ownership, the winged figure above steps up to your kneeling form and lowers himself down to your level. He sits on his haunches when he observes you. It's nearly clinical, how he looks down with lidded attention, domineering and fully clothed to contrast your bare exposure.

Your neck is straight, your eyes are focused. Your form is immaculate. Poised tight and present, your attention is focused entirely on him. He nods once in approval. You learn quick.

His head tilts absentmindedly when he scans your form. Two thick digits test the tightness of your choke collar, skimming the bare flesh that lies beneath the jingling sound of clinking metal. He tuts a dissaproving sound; it's at least two notches too loose for his liking.

Keigo likes his boy chained tight with a leash he can drag them along by. He's not ashamed to admit it. When he first caught a look at you, the supposed pro-hero with a "canine" quirk, he could see right through your facade of an exterior. You put on quite the show for the cameras, for the adoring fans around you; tabloids called you fierce and assertive, challenge-driven with a fiery drive to climb to the top.

When you first met the number two hero at some conference he can barely recall the name of, you took the initiative and shook his hand. He all but knowingly grinned at your practiced, too tight grip.

It's a good thing Keigo is so astute. You may be able to fool everyone else, may be able to convince every villain you're a wolf of the streets, but Keigo knows better.

Beneath that bark and bite, you're just a puppy, aren't you?

Eager to please, eager to bend over to his whims, eager to be broken in.

You're all bark, and just a little bit of bite. He wonders if he should clicker train that biting habit of yours out of you; but then he'd miss the sting you leave on his flesh when he makes you feel just a bit too good between the legs.

"There we go," he coos, low and affirmative as he clicks the collar tighter. "There's my good boy!" He pinches your chin betwixt two of his fingers and gives it a little shake, his other hand reaching behind your head to ruffle your hair. You keen a whine in response, craning your neck to lean into his touch, chasing the praise that heats your core.

A mistake, you quickly realize.

The hand that once cradled your chin shoots back, his fingers clicking a snap in front of your nose. "Ah-Ah. No." You go rigid at his stern, chastising tone. A whimper catches at the back of your throat. "Sit straight, puppy. Don't be bad."

You scramble to correct your posture. It warms his heart, swells it with pride at the masterpiece of his own creation before him. Just needed a little guidance, and you'd bend your back in more ways than one to please him.

Obedient little thing.

He pulls at your sensitive ears, chewing his cheek in delight at the way you wince with restraint, trying not to thump your leg at his touch.

It's a sight that chips away at his own self-control, makes him fucking ache with need. There's only so much a man can take before the swell of his own cock tempts him, beckons him with a devastating need to bury it somewhere soft and warm and wet.

His focus locks in on your parted lips.

When he watches your panting breath, his own comes quicker, too. He wants your tongue lolled out, wants you drooling on something else, somewhere far filthier than your precious little puppy brain can handle.

Nostrils flaring, his hands dart down and unbuckle his pants with animalistic haste. When he smashes his lips against yours, your squeak is adorable; it fuels him to lick and bite at the sensitive skin of your lips, until a gasp makes way for his tongue to enter your mouth.

"Sir—" you hiccup, struggling to keep upright against the force of his affections. He takes pity on you, noticing the wobble in your stance, and cradles the back of your head before pulling away with a pop. The slick string of spit connecting you intoxicates him, pulls the concentration of his dilating pupils. With the swish of a single finger, he collects the drool at the corner of your lips before popping it into his mouth and making a show of cleaning it off.

"Sorry, puppy." He wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand, muttering with a lopsided grin, "Can't help m'self. You're just too cute." He plants a kiss to your forehead in apology, humming when you don't move a muscle.

The hard outline of his cock pressing against his jeans becomes near painful at this point, and he knows the perfect remedy for the ache.

Your puppy dog eyes follow him as he stands before you. They trail down to drink in the sight of the toned muscles of his arms, watching the flex of the veins on his forearms as he pulls the buckles of his belt apart.

"C'mere, that's a good pup, go ahead— fuck," he groans when you dash forward to press your face against the bulge in front of you, the second you get permission.

"Easy now, boy," he chuckles, throwing his head back at the rough tongue that mouths at him through his boxer briefs. "Goddamn—"

When he finally pulls himself free, your wide-eyed rapture tugs at the threads of his already nearly gone restraint. "Go on. Stick out your tongue, pant nice and pretty for me."

With your hands fisted at your thighs, it's a challenge to fit his thick length into your panting, awaiting mouth; but you manage, driven by a loyal enthusiasm to worship your whole world towering above you.

When you pull back and suck the tip, running your tongue along the underside of his head, he squeezes his eyes shut so tight he sees white. "Fuck, thats'it. Good boy," he slurs. Daring to open one eye, he catches sight of your fluffy tail wagging for him, the swish, swish of its back and forth planting an idea in his mind.

Now that he's got the idea, the visual of you on all fours, pulled back onto his cock by a tight fist tugging your tail, he pulls away to your pathetic whine. Your eyes follow him as he makes his way to the bed, sitting legs spread and tapping the mattress in a silent command.

You know exactly what he wants.

When you plant yourself face down and ass up for him, he beams with pride.

Your form is immaculate.

#🌶 spice #🖋 writing #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #smut mention #hawks smut #hawks x male reader #bnha thirst #mha thirst

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So I’ve seeing the ASOIAF author!Inquisitor AU has resurfaced. I have a curiosity: how does the DAI companion (perhaps also advisors) feel about the character Brienne of Tarth?

Cassandra: Sir Brienne of Tarth is without question or equivocation the greatest and most honorable character in any piece of literature. She is brave and unwavering in her loyalties, strong of oath and arm. Jamie Lannister does not deserve anything from her, but instead should be honored for whatever attention she chooses to bestow on him. Lady Stark could not have chosen a better champion for her daughters.

Years later, when the last book is finally written, Cassandra will receive the first copy. The handwritten note inside is simple and plain, but the Seeker will weep over it regardless and put it in a place of honor.

'I based her on you, Cass. I'm glad she meets your approval.'

Solas: A stoic and staid knight of little imagination who proves set in the thinking that might is right. Solas has no real opinion on the would be knight, for his attentions are on greater characters. But as Cassandra is one of the few companions willing to debate the merits of abandoning the North with real understanding he is willing to pretend greater regard than he might feel.

Varric: All he sees is Aveline, and while Kirkwall's resident author will never mention it to his friend it makes him smile. Somewhere far away Guard Captain Vallen is keeping his city safe with the same loyal tenacity-- he hopes Donnic sees the same parallels and points them out.

She still hasn't forgiven him for Swords and Shields.

Blackwall: She is fair and honorable, strong of arm and conviction. Everything a true lady knight should be. If she were real he would bet on her in the tourney. As it is her character is a welcome respite from those foul nobles in Kings Landing.

Vivienne: Madame de Fer can appreciate loyalty to one's charges and liege lord, even if Brienne's court manners would fail her utterly in the game. But she is a good role model for young templars in the circles Vivienne wants to rebuild, and so popular a series will help set the example.

Sera: Woof.

Dorian: Even if he is not romantically involved with the inquisitor (which he is, though it hardly grants him spoilers), it would not be hard to see that their resident Seeker is the basis for Brienne of Tarth. The necromancer fancies that his comment on Cassandra needing a blue scarf surely inspired the sapphire waters of Tarth, and is content with his addition to the Seven Kingdoms.

Now if only he can convince everyone else that Dorn is also a strategic name....

Iron Bull: She would be a hell of a sparring partner. The Qun badgers him enough about the books that even if he was not invested the Ben-Hassrath agent would have read them all. But he admires Brienne's singular focus, her loyalty and tenacity. Could use a bit more creative thinking, a little more ease with bending the rules. But she'd fit in well with the Qun.

She is added unanimously to the list of characters welcome in the Chargers. Krem will never admit his crush.

Cole: The characters are hard for him, when so many see them in so many ways. The books help--that is enough.

Josephine: She adores every character, except the Lannister's of course, and every winding path they take. Brienne would be about as difficult as Cassandra to train for social events, but just as useful. She does hope Jamie follows his heart and they wed though. That would be so wonderful!

Lelianna: She is watching greater characters, the horrors above the wall and below it, but something about the oath Brienne swears to Sansa reminds her of...

Of another, sworn long ago in far different circumstances with far greater sacrifices. It is a laughable thing, to sit in Skyhold a decade later and wonder how Shale would handle being compared to a fake human!

Cullen: He's just a little bit in love. It doesn't help that in some ways he sees himself in Jamie Lannister's redemption arc.

#asoiaf #dragon age inquisition #solas #sera #dorian pavus #blackwall #cassandra pentaghast #vivieene #varric tethras

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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A Christmas version of the Halloween batmom imagine you did? Watching Christmas movies, decorating the tree? Batmom and Jason wrapping presents (bc everyone else sucks at it). Bruce holding mistletoe above batmom (all the kids grown and roll their eyes bc do you have to do it EVERY YEAR)

You pause ladling coco into mugs for the kids when an impossibly hard arm warps around your middle and pulls you against an equally hard chest. "Bruce-"

"Mistletoe," he hums, bending down to kiss you when you look up at him, ignoring the groans from his children. "One more for good luck," he said, kissing you again. He didn't know what he needed the luck for but- you tasted especially sweet today and you looked like you could do with some warming up after romping through the snow all afternoon.

"Is that the same mistletoe?" Dick asked, "Or do you buy new every year to con y/n into kissing you any time you want?"

"Same stuff," Bruce said unbothered. You'd used it a long time ago as decoration on a present for him- a dozen hand embroidered handkerchiefs you'd stitched yourself. Both practical and kind. He'd never had the heart to use them himself but. For years, he'd kept one in his breast pocket for you. Or the children. And Bruce had kept the mistletoe just... because. Only to realize the next year that he could use it.

"It's juvenile, father," Damian scoffed. "A child's game, not-"

"Christmas is for Children, Dami," you hum, handing him a cup of coco with a small smile.

"I refuse to write a letter to Santa-"

"No one's asking you to," you snort, continuing to hand out coco and cookies to your intrepid snowman builders, "I only want you to try, for just a minute-"

"It's the magic, dude," Dick said. "All the charity stuff and the lights and the presents-"

"It's idiotic-"

"It's just fun, Dami," Steph said, nodding to where Jason and Cass were putting the finishing touches on a snow dolphin. "Let Bruce simp for his wife and steal kisses. Let Y/N make us coco and cookies and buy us presents- it makes them happy."

"Why though?"

'Because, Dami," Dick said lowering his voice so you wouldn't hear as you made a snowball to lob at Alfred. "They never got to be kids. Not really."

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #batmom!reader #ask answered #minors dni

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how i think the karasuno high school volleyball team would react to finding a tiny

hinata: would be a mix of being cautious and having no chill. the type to fire off a million questions and not even wait for an answer before asking a new one, and his intrusive thoughts would be to grab a tiny but he never follows through on it. he’s too loud for them but learns over time that he can’t scream around tiny ear drums all the time! he’s insanely protective tho and literally never makes height jokes bc he knows how it feels. they bond over this, even though the tiny thinks it’s hilarious that hinata is short by human standards. hinata would endear himself to a tiny so fast it wouldn’t even be funny, like even if it isn’t the same they could talk for hours about how frustrating it is to be too small. he loves giving shoulder rides and sometimes even head rides, ratatouille jokes and all. they would be like best friends, they just have this bond that nobody else could have

kageyama: i hc him as being obsessed with borrowers as a kid and he somehow knows everything about them and expects others to know too. like he legit gets mad having to explain borrower lore to everyone else. it would be like rekindling a childhood obsession but the tiny would be so scared of him bc he’s so INTENSE but he’s actually so gentle it shocks everyone, even though it's in a clinical kind of way. like he's like "i brought you food." because he thinks they need food kind of thing, like he knows the motions to go through but only because he read about borrowers as a kid, not bc he asked them. he’s so perceptive tho, he would be the one to catch a tiny in an instant. even though they find it strange at first, they come to appreciate that kageyama actually cares about them and thinks they’re cool. the tiny comes to him with any volleyball questions bc he loves yapping about setting so he will just ramble for hours about what goes on in his head during a match and the tiny eats it up

daichi: i mean he is the prototypical “i know how to handle this situation perfectly” type of person like he just knows exactly what to do, what to say, how softly to talk, how to move. if the entire team was swarming a tiny he would calmly bend down to their height, very softly ask for their name, offer to bring them anything they need, and the entire team would back off and follow his lead, naturally. he would be an instant beacon of comfort for a tiny, always taking care of them and listening to whatever they say without pressuring them. like he would know all the tiny’s secrets bc they want to tell him everything and everyone else is jealous that he knows super special information. also the king of handhelds, no explanation needed

sugawara: oh my god suga would be the softest, sweetest person on earth dealing with a borrower. like he’s so kind and gentle with a tiny it’s actually disgusting. he find the tiny so cute beyond all comprehension and above all just wants to make sure they’re comfortable and taken care of. he legit feels honored whenever the tiny talks to him or wants to see him, he feels like the chosen one and he absolutely does not hide it. he would love bringing them little treats, not just food to survive but desserts and sweet drinks and he LOVES putting them in his pocket and showing them around the school and around town, he just can’t help himself. he wants them to be included in literally everything. would ask very bashfully if he could hold them and the tiny is like 🥺 yes 🥺🥺🥺

tanaka: i pity the tiny who gets discovered by tanaka. i love him so much but oh my god he would really have zero self-control and he would not be able to contain himself. he would be picking that tiny up and holding it up to his face going :O :O :O GUYS LOOK AT THIS! like he would not be keeping that secret. he would listen when the tiny is like “BRO STOP” though and he would be insanely protective. like the way he gets when anyone else looks at shimizu. he would simply want to be the tiny’s best friend so badly and genuinely thinks they’re the coolest thing. but there would be no shortage of height-related nicknames. they would be unrelenting. but he loves talking to the tiny and including them in literally everything, like he would shit talk everyone with them (especially the CITY BOY ALLIANCE) and explain all the lore

nishinoya: he’s kind of like tanaka lite when it comes to a tiny, but less with the picking up and more with the getting too close, staring too long and asking too many questions. but it’s lowkey endearing because he does it with such wonder and enthusiasm that the tiny can’t help but be almost be flattered at the amount of attention he’s giving them. he would also want to be best friends with them and him and tanaka would legit fight for their attention, like it would be a joke at first but then it turns into a real competition, much to the tiny’s glee. campaigns for them to be the team mascot but in a cute way. also loves giving shoulder rides and asking them what it’s like to be even smaller than he is

asahi: oh i love him because he would be more scared of the tiny than they are of him. like it would be so bad the tiny would think he hates them and they would be so scared of him because of it, which just makes everything worse bc them asahi feels even worse that he’s making them scared! he’s legit too nervous to so much as talk to them, and daichi and suga literally need to stage an intervention to sort things out. he would just feel so uncomfortable around a tiny but definitely warms up to them when he kind of understands that they’re just a very small human being and not like, a creature. he has to be convinced a million times he won’t hurt the tiny, and omg his first time holding them would be so cute and everyone would make fun of how scared he is to do it

tsukki: oh man. oh, tsukki. he would give zero shits about a tiny, and lowkey, he doesn’t fully believe they’re a functioning person for a while. like he truly doesn’t understand why everyone is so enamored with them, to the point that it kind of starts to piss him off. he wouldn’t like be a total asshole to them or anything, but he would 100% pick them up when nobody else is around, look at them for a little bit, then scoff and just plop them down at a high elevation where they can’t get down by themselves like he would be such a good foil to everyone else’s obsession with them. but of course he would eventually come around, and he would never fully say sorry but he starts getting them food and stuff and the tiny knows that’s his way of apologizing

yamaguchi: he would think the tiny is so freaking cool but he would simply be too nervous to talk to them, not because he’s scared but because he just literally has no idea what to say. he doesn’t have the nurturing instinct of daichi and suga or the natural charisma of tanaka or noya so he kind of just stand there like 🧍‍♂️ and stares at them a lot, but would immediately go red in the face and look away when the tiny looks at him, and the tiny actually finds this very adorable. like of all the big scary volleyball players they have to face, yamaguchi is NOT one of them bc hell even his serve is understated. it’s the rare dynamic of the tiny wanting to get to know HIM more when they’re comfortable enough around everyone, and ofc he would just be a big flustered sweetie

#sorry i didnt include everyone these are my FIRST DRAFT THOUGHTS #i could do this post with like every single team lol #lowkey wanted to include ukai but this is already so long #probably needs a part two to include coaches and managers tho #god im so obsessed #maybe i'll finish this fic soon hmm....#haikyuu #haikyuu g/t #g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #gt community #we are so back

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xmalereader · 2 years

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Bruce Wayne X Brother! Reader || 2 ||

|| Masterlist || ONE ||

Authors Note: I did have a sadder version but lost inspiration half way and decided to end it short :/ sorry everyone!

Summary: Reader and Bruce are both brothers who grew up together. One had everything while the other lost everything.

Warnings: Slight fluff, some angst, brotherly love, slow build up.

Word count: 1.3k

He glared at the flowers that leaned against the door frame. He glared at the letter attached to them.

Bruce Wayne

It’s been two weeks since they’ve last spoken and everyday since then his brother was always leaving him gifts behind. He told him to stay away and to pretend like he didn’t exist, he didn’t want to be known and with Bruce leaving these gifts behind only made him grow angry.

He picks up the bouquet and letter, tossing them both in the trash bin nearest to the kitchen as he leaves for the day. He’s always ignoring the gifts he gets, wether they are good or not he’s not keeping anything that’ll remind him of his brother.

He leaves his apartment building and heads down to the art shop where he sees Julie outside putting up signs. She takes notice of his glare and winced. “Another?” She questions which earns her a nod. “He won’t stop.” He grumbled out angrily as he steps inside the shop, looking for some new sketchbooks since he completed his last one two days ago. “Maybe he really wants to catch up, you know? I mean, he’s the only family you’ve got.” Julie follows him around the shop. The two have grown close to become friends.

“He’s not my brother, we were never close as kids and he rarely knows me.” Y/n huffs out, bending down to check on some notebooks.

“Yeah—well maybe he does want to know you.” Julie smiles. “Just give him a chance.” She’s been trying to convince him to bond with his brother who he rarely spoke to or even knew. The two boys were never close and they never tried to create a bond until now.

Bruce was trying to hard and all he wanted was to be alone and get back to his normal life. “Why don’t you give him something back?” Julie asks, tapping her finger against her chin as she thinks. “Leave him some art work, small work.”

“I’d rather leave him a death threat on his doorstep and tell him to fuck off.” Y/n mumbled over his shoulder as he picks a blue notebook and stands back up, sighing deeply as he ran his fingers through his hair in exhaustion. “Fine—I’ll send something small but I’m not creating a bond with him.”

“Technically, you sending something is already a form of bonding—“

“Shut up!”

Julie laughs at him as she rings him out. Y/n is quick to leave the shop and back out into the streets. He shivers at the cold wind, Gotham will soon be covered in snow and he wasn’t a big fan of the cold weather. He sighs to himself as he stuffed his things in his bag, biting his lip as he thinks back to what Julie told him about bonding with Bruce.

He didn’t know what to give Bruce, the man already had everything. What else would he need?

Y/n finds the situation complicated and instead changed his mind on even trying. He’d rather deal with Bruce being annoying towards him instead of creating that bond they never had. He zips up his jacket and began to head home, ignoring the other civilians of Gotham who also walked down the pavement. He sighs deeply to himself once he arrived back home, unlocking the door and stepping inside.

He pushed the door open only to see a sealed up letter fall from the door. He raised a brow and bends down to pick it up, turning it over to see his brothers name. He frowns deeply, holding the letter right between his fingers as he turns back around and heads down the hallway.

He’s had enough of these petty gifts. He wasn’t going to allow Bruce to bribe his way into his life, no way in hell is he going to allow that. So, he makes his way towards Wayne tower where his lovely step brother is living, watching everyone from above. Bruce was the real Wayne here in Gotham while he remained as nothing. He didn’t care about money or titles, he just wanted to be left alone and didn’t want to get involved with Bruce’s life again.

He spent too many years alone and doesn’t care if Bruce is trying to make things up. The man was far too late in trying to reconnect.

Upon his arrive to the Wayne tower, he is able to find a way inside without having to deal with anyone getting in his way. He lived in the tower himself, knowing the secret routines into sneaking out and getting in without being detected. He still remembers the days he snuck out without his parents knowledge, trying to find some freedom from being hidden.

He walks through one of the tunnels that takes him down to the basement. It used to be full of cars or other additional storage, but he didn’t expect himself to stumble upon his brothers nightly activities. The place was set up with computers along with equipment for his suit. His brothers motorcycle parked near the entrance along with his car hidden underneath a tarp. Now he knows where he keeps everything hidden.

He shakes his head with a groan, rubbing his temples as he continues to walk through the basement where he finds Bruce hunched over his computer, not knowing he was there. So, he approached his brother and slams the letter down, startling Bruce with wide eyes as he stands from his seat.

“How did you—?”

“Stop sending me things.” Y/n cuts to the chase. “If you think sending me things is going to fix our family relationship, well it’s not.” He points a finger at bruce, glaring at him. “I told you to leave me alone. To pretend like I don’t exist—now stop the bribing because it’s not going to work.”

Bruce frowns, standing from his seat as he glanced at the letter and then back at his brother. “I’m not bribing you, I just want to start over. I know that we didn’t get along well as kids but you are still my brother.”

“Step brother.” Y/n corrects him, sighing deeply. “It doesn’t matter Bruce, it’s not your responsibility to reconnect.”

“You weren’t there.” Bruces voice grows louder, stepping forward as he takes ahold of his arms, giving him a soft glare. “You weren’t at our parents funeral and you never showed up back home. I thought you were gone forever or that you ran away! I searched for you, Y/n. You can tell me that we never got along but I wanted you by my side. You’re all I have left and searched for you.”

Y/n shakes his head, pulling away from Bruce’s hold. “Bruce, that was a long time ago—focus on yourself, focus on being Gothams knight.” He gestures to the basement, letting him know that he is to continue on without him. To be Batman and to continue helping the city.

“Just give me a second chance.” Bruce steps up, a hint of desperation on his face. Bruce was alone when he grew up and expected his brother to be there with him but he wasn’t. Now that he has him back, he doesn’t want their relationship to be ruined again. “Just a chance.” He says again as Y/n looks away, debating if he should give this another try or not.

Y/n sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. “I’ll give you another chance.” He mumbled out but quickly points a finger to Bruce. “But don’t ever mention my name or that we are brothers. I want a calm and peaceful life and not have the press coming after me, got it?” He warns. Bruce nods in return. “Got it.”

“Good.” Y/n sighs deeply as he shakes his head, brushing past him as he heads towards the elevator. “I’m hungry, so I’m going to eat here.” He grumbled out, ignoring Bruce’s smirk as he enters the elevator, giving his older brother a glare while he rode the elevator up. He said he would give this a second chance, he never promised that things will go back to normal between them

#male reader #Bruce Wayne x male reader #Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x brother reader #dc x male reader #dc #Batman #Batman x male reader #robert battinson

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