#because you couldn’t see any appeal in his character before now right. now youre just happy to talk about putting his amiibo in the C*m Jar
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ppl talking about the new interview translation makes me feel exactly like this again
#not art#these are months old but i carry this same rage in me perpetually#‘thank yyuoy nintedno for making him Hot’ cowards. cowards all of you#‘oouyghg thank u Corporation for being sso lgbt and making your Evil Arab Man Character now also Sexually Consumable For Everyone’#because you couldn’t see any appeal in his character before now right. now youre just happy to talk about putting his amiibo in the C*m Jar
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trouble, j. miller | chapter one
mob!joel miller x fem!reader
chapter summary: after getting fired from your job at the bookstore, your grandparents introduce you to the man who’s been helping them out for awhile: joel miller. now, it’s his turn to help you.
chapter warnings: reader swears and has dry humour (she’s a bit of me x), mentions of vip’s getting touchy but it’s hypothetical if that makes sense?? reader calls her grandparents ‘pops’ and ‘nonna’, no beta cause i cba, blah blah blah that’s it
also no hate to anyone who reads romance/physical smut books, the hate is simply towards minors who read them & their parents for allowing them LOL
word count: 2518
(series masterlist)
you really don’t know how much longer you can do this.
you’re six hours into your ten hour shift. you’re bored, you haven’t had your lunch break, and your phone is charging behind the desk where you were watching criminal minds before two teenage girls walked into the bookstore.
you’ve watched them for the past twenty minutes. they practically ran to the romance section, picking up books and flicking to certain pages you know had the most pornographic scenes in them before they’d giggle amongst themselves and add it to the pile they were building.
can teenage girls even afford this many books? you had been working since you were sixteen, and you’d barely get enough money to buy yourself two books whilst the rest would be stored away for college. and is this what people were reading nowadays? a male character that exudes toxic masculine standards whilst the author plays into the whole “innocent, virginal” female character who hadn’t the slightest clue about sex or life? is this what parents were allowing their children to-
“we want these books.” a demanding voice speaks to you, and you almost have to do a double take when you see the two teenage girls stood before you at the counter. god, you couldn’t even rely on the younger generation to be polite these days, especially not when one of them is judging you for your oversized hoodie and sweats and the crocs that sit on your feet.
“of course.” you force a smile, biting back on the insults you wish to hurl upon them. but, your boss is in the back. probably doing jackshit like she usually does, leaving you to work your ass off without any breaks.
the scanner scans the barcode on the back of every book before placing them in two bags. dante’s nine circles of hell sounds more appealing than this. you might just grab one of the books and hit yourself with it, hoping you hit so hard you might pass out and get to leave early. not like your boss would allow it, but the thought of having a hot shower and slipping into bed sounded nice.
“and your total is $194.68, is that going to be cash or card?” you rest your hands on the counter, looking at the two girls. one of them whips out a card, so black and matte you almost feel the courage to ask her if: it’s her fathers, and if so, is he single?
you hand her the card machine where she taps the card, and once the payment is deemed successful, one of the girls takes the bag, looks into it and frowns. “these aren’t in the right order.”
“excuse me?”
“the books aren’t in the right order.”
there’s a right order to put books in. none of them were even a series, and even then, does it really matter if your fucking fairy porn trilogy is separated?
“did you ask for them in a certain order?”
the girl gives you a look. “no?”
“so then why would i know what order to put them in?” you’re so done. you’re so fucking done, mentally, physically, and in the eyes of your boss, as well. the girls look at you, mouths agape, probably because they didn’t think they’d be spoken to this way, but you always said that the second a customer is rude to you, you’re being rude back.
the duo scowl at you as they leave the store, muttering insults under their breaths like it was a middle school friendship break up. you sigh, going to turn around to grab your phone when you jump back, spotting your boss leant against the wall.
“you’re fired.” she states.
“yes!” you fist pump the air sarcastically, grabbing your stuff and practically racing out the store. you didn’t even care if you were supposed to wait until the end of your shift to fully leave your job. you were hungry, tired, and your pops and nonna had told you that pops’ infamous burgers would be made for dinner and you were eager.
on your walk home, you listen to your music. it was relatively dark outside, and ideally, as a woman, you shouldn’t be wearing headphones in the dark. but you had always been more frightened by the noises you could hear rather than the ones you couldn’t.
you step into your home, taking your shoes off by the door and walk into the kitchen. you stop at the sight. your pops and nonna were stood in the kitchen talking to a man you have never seen before and you’re almost offended that your grandparents hadn’t allowed you to meet him because jesus christ and all things holy, that man is beautiful.
he’s tall. scarily tall, actually. and not to say you have a thing for muscular men but you would not mind letting this stranger throw you about. he leans on the kitchen counter, arms folded across his chest as he eyes you up.
“he. who is he?” you point to the man, looking at your grandparents.
your nonna tuts your name. “he is joel miller, helps us out where we need it. why are you home so early, sugar, i thought you had a ten hour shift today?” nonna embraces you, kissing your cheek as she taps your arm, signaling for you to sit down at the kitchen table.
a faux laugh escapes you. “heh, well, you see-”
“don’t tell me that damn boss of yours ‘s been givin’ you a hard time again.” your pops speaks up this time, interrupting you this time. your pops was a scary man. he used to be involved in a lot of shit back in the day, constantly being chased down streets and alleyways by the police, always having them on his doorstep which would cause his mother to scold him. you can’t count the amount of times he’s threatened to come down and give your boss an earful on both hands.
“she actually fired me. apparently addressing one’s stupidity isn’t allowed. however, i am more focused on joel. joel, what is your purpose in this here house?” your head turns to look at the man as he addresses you, and he gives you a small smirk, walking over to the table and sitting across from you.
“she got a mouth on her, don’t she?” he asks your grandparents, and your nonna chuckles.
“always has. only started living with us when she was eighteen because of college, but she’s always had something to say.”
“something that’s gotta be shared with everyone.” your pops adds, and you give him a playful pout.
“right here guys, right here.” you announce. “back to the topic at hand. joel, why have you interrupted my pops’ burger night?” you’re facing each other now, your eyes analysing his face but all he does is smirk and since when was smirking so attractive on a man?
“well, your grandparents here mentioned how you hated your job, and i just so happen to have one that needs filled at one of my clubs.” his texan accent was prominent and full as he spoke, his brown eyes never leaving yours. “‘s if you want it, of course.”
“what club?”
“apocalypse.”
you slam your hands on the table with a wide grin. “i’m sold. when do i start?”
joel chuckles. “no questions about the pay, the shifts?”
you shake your head. “nope, don’t care. you know how hard that club is to get into?” you turn your head to look at your grandparents. “extremely fucking hard, i’ll tell you that right now. and i’ll get to work in there? god, life is so generous to me sometimes.” you exhale lightly, jokingly.
joel doesn’t stay for your pops’ burgers, but he’s given some to take home anyway. you decide to walk him to the door, being the ever so kind woman that you were, ready to see him off when he stops.
“ya’ start at five p.m. tomorrow, alright? i’ll have someone show you around, get you your uniform ‘nd all that before the club opens.”
nodding your head at joel, you bid him goodbye and watch as he makes his way to a sleek, black porsche, get in, and drive off.
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“what do you mean you’re working for joel miller?” alicia asks you. alicia was the first friend you made at college after you chewed her ear off for the entirety of your first class. a girl who followed gothic fashion and was an absolute sweetheart compared to the people you’ve known in the past.
“i mean exactly what i said, babe. he’s apparently been looking after my grandparents for awhile and he offered me a job at apocalypse after that old bitch fired me.” you shrug, taking a bite of burger you got from dining hall.
“but joel miller is…he’s dangerous! everyone says his clubs are just money laundering schemes to hide his actual money.” naomi spoke up this time. ever the worrier, she was.
“money laundering would mean that no one was using his clubs and they were just there, naomi. the clubs are exclusive. i mean, we’ve all seen the lines to get in. we’ve been in those lines!” alicia somewhat comes to your defense even though you know she’s fully against you working there.
“my friend tina, the one from the political science class, worked there last year, and she says the pay is amazing!” a woman with black curls approaches your trio, another close friend of yours: georgia. “don’t get me wrong, she said some shady stuff happens in the v.i.p. lounge, but probably just guys gambling or something.”
you embrace georgia. “see, good pay and all i have to do is not ask questions. i’ll be fine, guys. and you,” you look at georgia “need to meet me at our cafe so you can tell me about that little masc lesbian of yours.”
you finish the rest of your burger, and pick up your bag. “gotta get home, but i’ll fill you all when i see you.”
you wave goodbye to your friends, walking out of the building as you scroll on your phone. when you get to the street, you bump into someone, about to apologise until you look up and gasp dramatically. “you! are you stalking me. god, joel, i didn’t know i was worth being stalked. that’s so flattering.”
joel scoffs, and opens the passenger door to his black porsche. “get in. ‘m gonna drive you down to the club.”
“don’t have to tell me twice.” you get into the passenger seat, placing your bag down in between your legs and joel closed your door. he rounds the front, getting in beside you and starts the car.
“ya’ hungry?” he asks, driving away from your college building.
“i ate just before i left. had a cheeseburger. not the most edible thing i’ve ever had, but it worked.”
“if you’re hungry when we get there, i’ll take ya’ down to the kitchen and grab you somethin’ there. house mom might have some snacks for ya’ too.”
brows furrowed, you turn to look at him. “the fuck is a house mom?”
“older woman who works with the dancers, takes care of ‘em in between dances. she’ll have snacks, spare outfits or shoes, hygiene products. helps ‘em all like a mom would.”
“nice.” you nod your head, and soon you’re in the private parking lot for the club. joel gets out first, rounding to your side and opening the door up for you. “gotta love a southern gentleman.” you snicker, walking into the club behind him.
he walks up a set of marbled stairs, heading to the second floor. “you’ll be working in the v.i.p. lounge, ‘s where all the dancers are and most of our staff.”
the second floor of the club is lit with red led lights, creating a sultry atmosphere. there are private rooms scattered all around, but there are booths scattered in the middle. joel walks you down to a hidden room and opens the door.
“this is my office. you can put your shit in here.” you walk in and place your bag down on the cushioned sofa, taking a seat beside your belongings. “i’m here when i’m not in the booths doing business, but if anything happens out there, ya’ come and find me, alright?”
you nod your head at him.
“all v.i.p’s know dancers and staff aren’t to be touched, but you gotta promise you’ll come find me if that rule is broken.” after promising, he continues. “i’ll take you down to adele and see if she’s got any spare uniform for you. she’ll walk you through anything else.”
joel guides you down the haul with a hand on your lower back, and if there was a camera following you, you would’ve hand an office moment with this simple touch.
“momma!” joel yells, knocking on a pink door.
the door opens, and an african-american woman opens it. she looks at joel, then you, and embraces you in a tight hug. “welcome, baby. this the new girl we’ve been hearing about?”
“yes ma’am!” you answer before joel can, shooting him a shit-eating grin.
joel speaks your name, and your eyes meet his. “go inside while i talk to adele, she’ll be back to help you in a minute.”
as you step inside the room, you’re met with an abundance of dancers. some are singing, doing their hair and make up, zipping up their heels, and others are lay on sat around eating some snacks.
“hi guys!” you wave at everyone, and they all squeal when they see you, immediately asking questions.
you answer them as best as you can until adele comes in. “now, i gotta get her some heels and her uniform, and when i come back-” adele glances around the room, pointing at an east asian woman with pin straight black hair. “lucy, do her make up, just so she knows what the standard is. your hair is fine, baby, don’t need anyone touching that.”
lucy smiles and waves at you, and you return it as adele leads you into the changing rooms. “uniforms are simple. black shorts, black long sleeve, and…what size shoe are you, baby?”
you respond, and she goes over to a rack of black, leather heeled boots. they’re platformed, shiny, and you know your feet are going to hurt the second your shift is done. “and these. i’ll let you get changed and you just come straight out when you’re done. help yourself to some snacks as well.”
“i don’t have to pay you for them?”
adele chuckles. “no, baby. joel gives me the money to buy the snacks. anything for you girls, joel pays for.” and with that, she leaves the room.
you sigh, looking at the mirror in front of you. this was a new job, with a hot boss, and from what you could tell, the rest of the girls in there were lovely.
this was your life now.
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a/n: first chapter mother fuckers let’s GOOOOO
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Could you write one with Xavier where reader is a ghost and she's super shy so she stalks him in her invisible form trying to figure out a way to talk to him and he figures it out so he goes somewhere and masturbates trying to throw her off guard and then he just dominates her?? You can make it as kinky as you want
I See You
OKAY BUT I ACTUALLY HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS IDEA AND I DO HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON 🫶🫶
Summary: You’ve been following Xavier Thorpe around school for a few months now, and you like to believe you’re good at being invisible. You are a ghost after all.
Disclaimer ~ I do not support Percy Hynes White, this is about the character and not the actor.
WARNINGS! ~ Minors DNI | Oral {M} | Masturbation {M} | Fingering {F} | Use of words such as slut | PiV | Fluff at the end {reader is a bit worried}
You never liked being the centre of attention, you never saw the appeal. Whenever you had a birthday party (though you begged your parents not to have one) you always felt sick to the stomach because you felt countless eyes on you at all times.
It didn’t help that you had a massive crush on Xavier Thorpe, literally one of the cutest guys at Nevermore. He was also quite popular which was also a downside.
But there was just something about him that you couldn’t help but love, he was always so kind to you. When you did show yourself in the halls nobody really saw you anyway, except for him. Always waving or smiling as he walks by.
You know it’s probably not the best way to go around having a crush but you didn’t know how to talk to him but you liked seeing him so you used your abilities to..stalk him.
You hated the term really, it wasn’t like stalking in a creepy way more in an admirable way, although you supposed that’s how all stalkers felt.
Today was like any other. You finished your classes, went to your dorm and changed into your night gown and quickly ran out the door. You walked around the large school invisibly (literally and metaphorically) looking for any indications of where Xavier may be (you didn’t know where he would be at all times so obviously you’re not a stalker, right?) and as you turned the corner towards the Poe statue you see Xavier looking around making sure no people are around before snapping twice.
You stepped as quietly as you could quickly following Xavier down to the secret library. He walks down the stairs and leans against the shelving of the library.
He smirks to himself, why? You don’t know you walk closer to him, not much room between the two of you as he reaches down to palm himself through his sweatpants.
Your eyes widen as he leans his head back sighing as he pleasures himself. Your thighs clench on instinct. It was wrong to be watching him do this, hell it was wrong to be following him in the first place
‘Shit Y/N’
You gasp and his eyes shoot open as he smiles widely. He reached out grabbing your neck and pinning you against the shelves. Your invisibility is quickly gone. You stand there nervously, but also extremely turned on.
How did he know? You had been so careful around him while invisible.
‘I know you’ve been following me Y/N, god I’ve known for months. Trying to figure out how to catch you’ he smiles before removing his hand from your neck, his hands going to grip your hips tightly.
He kisses your neck, bites your neck, you can’t help but moan at the sensation. Your legs feel like jelly as he continues to leave marks all over your neck and collarbone.
‘Is this okay?’ He asks. He’s so sweet, even during (what you hoped would lead to) sex. You nodded looking into his eyes
‘Words princess’ he said tapping your left hip with his finger
‘Yes..please, please Xavier want it so bad’ you whined
He chuckles at your desperation taking a step back to get a view of you in your nightgown. He had to hold back a groan because of how sweet and delicate you looked.
You rubbed your thighs together again and he stepped forward to you again.
‘What d’you want princess?’ He asks dragging a hand up and down your thigh.
‘Want to um- want to-‘
‘Come on princess I know you can do it’
‘Iwanttosuckyourcock’
‘What was that?’ He asked knowing damn well what you said. You glared at him slightly as he just smiles back at you.
‘I..want to suck your cock’ you rush out once more. He chuckles before pulling his sweatpants and boxers down far enough so he could reveal his cock, it glistened with precum and you wondered if you really had the same effect as he did on you.
You wrap a hand around the base before licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. You look up at him through your lashes before taking him in your mouth inch by inch.
As you get to the base of his shaft you resist the urge to gag before he bucks into your mouth making you gag.
‘Oh princess I’m sorry’ he says, and although your eyes are blurry you can hear the smirk in his voice.
You take him in your mouth once again, this time not all the way, you take him in about halfway and begin bobbing your head. He moaned and you could’ve sworn he whimpered above you. You look up at him once again and he just looks so attractive like this.
‘Jesus Christ your mouth feels so good Y/N’
You bob your head more feverishly, you can tell he’s getting closer to the edge because he starts whimpering more.
Suddenly he pulls you off him and you look up at him confused. He grins at you before pulling you to your feet.
‘Don’t want to come in your mouth sweetheart’ he whispers into your ear. You shiver at the thought of feeling his cum coat your walls and moan quietly.
He lifts your night gown bunching it at your hips before looking at you once again
‘You still okay with this?’ He asks.
Remembering what he had said earlier you respond ‘yes, please Xavier’.
He smirks before looking down at your cunt.
‘No panties? God you’re such a slut princess’
You moan as he plunges a finger into your dripping heat. You throw your head back against the bookshelves once more.
He curls his fingers, it’s not enough. You need more
‘More Xavier, please’ you whimper. He looks up at you smirking before entering a second finger into you. You moan at the slight stretch, you realise only now that it’s been a while since you got yourself off.
‘Come on baby, wanna see how pretty you look when you cum on my fingers’ Xavier says kissing and biting your neck.
You feel your orgasm crashing over you with a loud moan, he continues to finger you, making it last as long as possible for you.
Once you come back down he removes his fingers and you moan as he sticks his fingers in his mouth. He groans at your taste before gripping your hips once more.
‘Need you to jump sweetheart’ he says and you do as he says jumping as one hand wraps around your ass. You never realised how strong he was. He aligns himself with your entrance. Looking up at you one more time and you nod in return.
He plunges himself into you inch by inch until you’re rested against the base of his cock. Your eyes sting at the stretch he creates, he leans in and kisses you softly. Oh my god, Xavier Thorpe is kissing you.
You start attempting to grind yourself against his dick and he takes it as you want him to move, so he does, ruthlessly.
He pounds into you at a fast pace and you can’t help but let out moans every time his dick hits that special place inside you.
‘God look at you. You’re such a slut, stalking me around the school just to get fucked in the secret library. What if somebody finds us? Oh but you’d like that wouldn’t you’
You can only nod as he continues to pound into you, loud slaps filling the library. He reaches down between the two of you and rubs at your clit.
You instinctively clench down and he groans loudly. Tears are streaming down your face as he continues to rub at your clit.
‘Close ‘m close Xavier’ you whine.
‘Cum, come on pretty girl I want you to cum all over my cock’ it was if a tsunami of pleasure washed over you. Your vision went white as you felt him spill into you.
You come down from your second orgasm and Xavier sets you down on your feet, smoothing down your night gown. You look up at him nervously and his eyebrows furrow with concern.
‘Was that a one time thing? Were you um, just using me to get off?’ You ask quietly.
He looks down at you and kisses your forehead.
‘Oh princess of course not, I do actually really like you’ he smiles.
‘Wait but how did you know I’ve been following you?’ You ask
‘You’re not very quiet pretty girl, you’re a bad ghost’ he smiles as you chuckle a little.
You go to take a step but your legs feel like jelly, he looks almost too proud as you glare up at him.
He bends to swiftly pick you up and carry you outside to his dorm.
He smiles as he watches your peaceful form drift off to sleep
A/N ~ Hope this was okay ! I think it’s pretty good for like my second smut ever !
Have a good day/night my loves <3
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Goddess Of Your Dreams (soulmate au)
Summary: In an alternate universe where soulmates are determined by unique marks, you do everything you can to hide your matching soul mark from the cold-hearted handsome devil, Hook.
But when a match with "Timeless" Toni Storm causes your secret to be revealed to the whole world, you have many awkward encounters that leave you both mesmerised and breathless.
TW: Mentions of sexual themes, normal wrestling violence.
The crowd roared as The Chairman’s Intent played through the speakers and Hook entered through the tunnel and made his way down the ramp towards his hungry-for-violence opponent, Wheeler Yuta. Excalibur’s voice fed through the TV screens in the homes of thousands.
“And we see the cold-hearted handsome devil walk down the ramp, so confident and expressionless, a complete contrast to that sunflower soulmark he’s sporting there, wouldn’t you say Taz?”
The father of the heart-throb in the wrestling world had to stay neutral in his job as a commentator, but never hid how proud he was of his son and his achievements. “Of course. But if there’s one thing I’m sure about is that he will make some lucky girl very happy”.
“Hook, doing his ritual of circling around the ring. And I think the soul marks make you realise just how human we all are, showing almost the vulnerability in people as stone cold as Hook”.
The match between Hook and Wheeler wasn’t for any title, only to settle a score when Yuta began cussing out Hook’s arrogance and the friends he “strings along”, and - as he usually does - Hook shoved those words where the sun don’t shine and had him caught in a redrum within minutes. After all, cursing is Danhausen’s thing.
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A couple of weeks later, you were backstage, preparing for your upcoming fight against ‘Timeless’ Toni Storm for the Women’s World Championship. This was quite frankly the biggest match of your life, and against a wrestler who was far more experienced than yourself, even though you had been in AEW for a year now and had made quite the spectacle of yourself with your alluring character. You couldn’t count the number of times male fans of AEW had approached you with their clever but awkward pick-up lines.
“You’re ready for this” , the voice of your ringside and friend, Kris Statlander, told you whilst patting your shoulder. “You’ve studied every one of her moves and trained for weeks on end. How are you nervous about this?”
You ignored her question with no real answer to give her. You were ready, more than you had ever been for a match, let alone already being a decent wrestler.
You continued to watch yourself in the mirror. You really did look like a goddess. And that wasn’t you trying to be conceited because your whole gimmick was that you were Venus, the Roman goddess of love and beauty and sex and more. You wore waist high blue shorts with decorative white buttons and drawstring with a matching plaid sporting bra which cupped your breasts and made your cleavage visible for all to see.
You didn’t mind being used as sex appeal to be honest as it made you feel a lot more confident in your self. You’d hardly had any confidence before AEW until one day you decided to be brave, wearing very little sportswear at the gym which happened to be the day you were recognised as a potential for professional wrestling. Coincidence? Who knows, but you didn’t care. Everyone appreciated you as a good sportswoman. You were here and you were proud your dream came true whilst also being one of the best female wrestlers in the company.
“You know why I’m nervous”, you said, timidly, glancing to the right of the mirror to meet the gaze of Kris.
“We go through this every time, no one’s going to see it. They never do! That choker is very secure. You might as well be strangling yourself”.
You hummed, instinctively slipping your hand under the large braid that snaked down the right side of your neck and swept your fingers under the choker, touching where you knew your soul mark to be.
“I don’t even know why you bother hiding it. It’ll come out eventually. One of your hookups are going to piece it together”.
You smiled and chuckled lightly at her comment and turned around, tiptoeing to lean closer to her ear.
You whispered, “Daniel Garcia didn’t say anything when he had his hands wrapped round my throat”.
With a hearty laugh, you went to leave the room you used as a dressing room hearing her dramatically gasp, saying “Y/N, you’re such a slut!”
The door was half open with you facing inside. “I may be a slut but I still have morals. My soulmate is more important than any of those floozies”, you laughed again and opened the door fully, but almost crashed into a figure who was walking past and most likely heard the last of your conversation.
You looked up at the tall man wearing a white hoodie and black sweatpants and immediately cleared your throat and glanced back down when you made quick eye contact when he glanced at you with a raised eyebrow and continued on his way, not stopping once to question what he just heard.
“Awkward”. You turned your head to glare before nodding your head towards the hallway so you can get ready to go on, not before taking one last look at the cold-hearted Hook who had his hood covering that damned mark that matched yours.
Why, of all people, him?
You’d never even spoken to each other and you always thought that your personalities would clash. That is, if you even knew his personality. His cool exterior was only an act after all - or at least most of it. You had no clue where to even start with him.
Your ‘quick look back’ must have lasted a little longer than you anticipated because you found yourself being pushed through the dimly lit hallway towards the stage.
Toni Storm was already out there making her extravagant entrance as usual and the nerves suddenly hit you again like a continuous stabbing to the gut.
Kris must have read you like a book because she began roughly massaging your shoulders and shaking you, waking you out of the depths of your own mind.
“You got this", she told you. “Rip out the feathers of her boa and you’ll have her crumbling on the spot”.
“Or that would just make her even more angry?"
“Just beat her senseless and bring back that belt. Come on, we’re on”.
You heard the guitar riff you’d heard so many times which was your entrance song, 'Venus' by Shocking Blue - ironically not such a shocking song for your character.
Holding your best flirty face, you walked through the tunnel and stood centre stage, eyeing the crowd and blowing kisses at certain men on the front row, contributing to your act. You made eye contact with Toni Storm and gracefully travelled down the ramp with Kris tailing behind you, riling up the crowd a bit before walking around ringside.
Entering the ring you saw she had a mic in her hand and so you thought you’d wait to attack and have a little fun first.
“Any words before I banish you off the screen?”
You motioned for the mic and she willingly let you have it. “First off, that belt clashes with your outfit. And secondly… I’m about to knock you into the 1800s, showgirl”.
You throw the mic to the side and headed straight for the attack which Storm skilfully dodges but you bounce back on the ropes and high kick her in the face which makes her stumble back.
You go back and forth with the attacks and a few minutes in it’s still difficult to predict a winner as you both fight through the pain, eager to get your hands on that belt.
You let her swing you around the ring before stranding you in the middle where she kicked your back and you fell forward, face first into the canvas. Blood was most likely pouring from your nose at this point and you felt pretty helpless but, your arms the only thing keeping you up, even when she had your legs bent and leaning on your back you still wouldn’t budge so the referee never started counting.
Everything from that point felt like slow-motion. Storm yanked up your hair and grabbed a hold of the precious choker that you felt the need to guard with your life. However, you couldn’t stop her as your arms were still in use to hold you up.
You thought you could hear the voices of Excalibur, Tony, and Taz commenting on this scene when your oxygen privileges were taken away from you for a brief couple of seconds.
“Dramatic as ever! Toni Storm ripping that choker from Venus, breaks the chain, and still has her-”
“Wait a minute there, Tony”, Excalibur interrupts. “What’s that? On her neck?”
“Why, it’s a sunflower!” He was quick to reply. “Oh, my god! Now, for anyone who doesn’t remember, that’s the exact same soul mark as our very own Hook! Taz, how are you feeling about this?”
A few seconds passed before Taz responded to that question, bewildered by this realisation that millions of people in the fanbase had just come to terms with. “For the first time ever, I-I have no words. I’m utterly speechless”.
You couldn’t believe what had just happened. You were in such shock that the one thing you were trying to hide was revealed that you lost control of your arms and they gave in to both the weight of yourself and Toni - who was still laying over your back - and the recoil of your head after the breakage of your choker.
You acted fast when the referee began smacking his hand on the canvas and you swung your elbow back into Storm’s side, rolling her onto her front in place of you, pulling her legs back and holding down her upper back with your knees so she couldn’t escape.
Within three seconds, you heard the ring of the bell indicating your victory and had secured yourself the WWC. You carefully got off your opponent and used your large braid which was still somehow intact to cover the sunflower mark. You knew it was all too late but perhaps you could save yourself at least a little dignity for now.
You allowed your hand to be raised in the air and for the Women’s World Championship belt to be slung over your shoulder. You decided to not let your revealed secret take away your triumph and you gladly stood on the ropes of the ring and held up the belt for the world to see. Most of the crowd were cheering which you were relieved at.
Jumping out of the ring you picked up a mic and yelled out, “Checkmate, bitch!” before Kris attacked you with a hug which you happily embraced, knocking the microphone out of your hand.
With smiles strewn across your faces, you limped up the ramp and gave the camera a wink and blew a kiss before heading through the tunnel.
You were greeted with “well done”s and “congratulations”’s, and you didn’t fail to notice every one of them look at where your soul mark was.
“I can’t believe I just did that”, you said to them all, still breathless.
“We thought you were a goner when she had you pinned like that. Such a turn around”.
“Saw it in the viewing room. Could’ve gone either way”.
“Y/N…” a stern voice called to you. You turned to see who it was and came face-to-face with the one and only Tony Khan.
Ah shit.
“I hate to cut this celebration short but could I speak with you for a moment?”
You stared in shock. “Uh yeah of course”.
He couldn’t fire you, could he? It was just a soul mark. Even though the scenario that he would get rid of you was unlikely, the fear plagued your mind.
—
“I first want to say well done for securing the Women’s World Championship. You deserve it after all the effort you’ve put in this year”.
“Thank you”, is all you managed to say.
“I’m going to be straight with you. It was very irresponsible to keep something like a soul mark matched with another wrestler away from myself and the team. We would have understood if you wanted to keep that a secret from the public but not us. We could have helped you and prevented a situation like this from happening".
You sighed, knowing he was completely right and you should have at least told someone about it so you could get help to cover it rather than taking it upon yourself to hide it from everyone.
“We can’t do much about it now. The public already knows and we’ll just have to go with it”.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, sir?”
“If what you’re thinking is incorporating it into a story line, then yes”.
You had such mixed emotions coursing through your veins at this moment. You were relieved that you weren’t in trouble, excited you were part of a new story line, thrilled that you’d just won your match against Toni Storm, and scared as to what your soulmate would say to you after this.
He continued. “But I have to ask. Did Hook know?”
You shook your head lightly in shame and looked down at the hands that sat fidgety on your lap.
“Well I’ll give you time to sort out a few personal things, and I’ll make sure promos are recorded regarding your new on-screen romance first before there’s any action in the ring. Thank you”.
You nodded in appreciation and left his makeshift office, now bubbling in anticipation at this new opportunity. You practically ran to your dressing room where Kris said she’d meet you and you’d get changed and party until dawn, drinking to celebrate your success and to also forget about the future encounter with Hook, well… Tyler is what you’d found out his name was, but you weren’t ready to be so casual with someone you'd never spoken to before.
—
When you were back at work, you expected Hook to approach you straight away, however, the most you got out of him was a mere glance your way or sometimes you’d catch him staring at your back, not that he seemed even the slightest bit embarrassed to turn away.
You couldn’t possibly start any conversation with him. In fact, when you were told what was happening for one of the promos, introducing your on-screen romance, you never spoke to him about it and had to improvise when the cameras were placed on you both.
“Danhausen, tell us how you’re feeling about the upcoming trios match?” The interviewer asked him. Danhausen being himself, he had this scary yet amusing pose with clawed fingers in front of him.
“Very good. I have cursed all three of them so they may die before then”, he said in his freaky accent.
“And of course you’re teaming with Hook and Orange Cassidy - a pretty strong team formed there if you ask me - how do you think they’re coping with the pressure of this match?”
“I fear they are frozen”.
“Uh frozen? What do you mean by that?”
“Some powerful sorcery has frozen them in time. Look!”.
The camera first focused on Orange Cassidy who was leaning up against a wall, both arms and legs crossed and slowly chewing on a piece of gum.
The camera then turned to you and Hook who were told to stand opposite one another, simply staring into the other’s eyes, your soul mark being the one to show the camera.
Although it was only acting, you still felt butterflies floating around your stomach since this was technically the most you’ve ever interacted with him, your soulmate. No one else’s soulmate. None of his adoring female fans had the same mark as him on their necks. The thought of you being the special one almost brought a smile to your face, but you had to stop yourself when you remembered the cameras.
You used this time to really appreciate his facial features. How had you not realised how attractive he was sooner? His jawline was well-defined yet looked so soft to touch. And his eyes… so dark but so… intriguing… and… and… what were you saying?
You’d got so lost in the moment that you hadn’t even realised that the cameras were no longer on your faces. It was only when the clicking of Danhausen’s fingers in between you both that you were brought out of your trance.
“I fixed them! I didn’t know I could uncurse someone…”
You saw Orange Cassidy on the other side of the room, peeking over the top of his sunglasses with his suggestive look at you. Hook hadn’t once flinched or maybe even blinked and still continued staring your way. The fear and self-consciousness struck you like it had done a thousand times before and you awkwardly walked past him towards catering where you were to meet Kris and Willow.
You were smitten alright. Unmistakably. And you did not want to make yourself feel even more flustered than that situation had already made you.
—
The plan was simple. "Timeless" Toni Storm and her husband and AEW wrestler, Juice Robinson, would talk shit about you in the ring, daring you to come out with the belt. You’d go out, say something snarky, they’d beat the crap out of you, and Hook comes out to save you. Easy. Simple.
Except it really wasn’t that simple. Not when Hook was involved. You couldn’t bring yourself to confront him again. Danhausen’s promo was only the beginning and you only just managed to hold yourself together then.
It took you a few laps around your hotel room that morning to clear your mind of the worries. Once all of this was over and everything made sense in the world, there would be nothing left to worry about and you would actually be able to get on with your life and career in peace.
You were backstage, ready for your entrance. Hook stood only a couple metres away, eating a bag of chips. If there was one thing you definitely knew about Hook as Tyler, it was that he loved chips. Even when the cameras were nowhere in sight you always saw him with chips to hand.
“...so what I want to say to Venus is that if you want to disrespect my beautiful wife, then you can come out here and say it to me as well. Come on! What are you afraid of? Everyone knows your dirty little secret now so you might as well show it to the world!”
You took that as your cue and motioned for the sound and visuals manager to play your into. When it began, you wasted no time strutting out on stage, with no bother sending kisses to the crowd. After all, you were meant to be angry at them.
You were given a mic at the end of the ramp and when you entered the ring, the power couple before you stood tall and confident, looking down at you who stood alone with your newly won belt you felt the need to protect.
“Let us not dither with such a minor dispute. I don’t want to waste my time with an extra”, Storm laughed, and you heard a few boos in the crowd. Thank you. “You have stolen what is mine and I want it back. Now”.
You smirked to the crowd and back at her who had her hand out expectedly.
“It’s actually my belt now. My belt, my championship, my title. If you want it, you’ll have to come and take it from me. Mr. Loverboy over here don’t scare me”.
An impulsive thought suddenly came to you whilst saying that. Where were their soul marks? Were they matching? People get into relationships, but normally they wait for their soulmates for marriage. Perhaps you just couldn’t see their marks, you thought, but then inwardly grimaced at where it might be as Robinson wasn’t exactly hiding much of himself with the amount of clothing he was wearing.
“And where’s yours?” she asked. “Are you done staring at each other or are you still both lost little puppies, looking for their owners?” The teasing began to infuriate you. She must have been told to make the most of how she was the one to shed the light on your soul mark.
“It’s… none of your business…” you awkwardly stated, glancing off to the side.
“I’ll tell you what is my business. That championship. Darling?”
Within seconds, the mic flung out of your hands for goddess knows how many times now and before you knew it, your hands were pinned behind your back and you had fallen to your knees, hair pulled to look up the 1920s star, officially at the mercy of the couple.
As always, Storm dramatised the entire scenario, acting as if the belt was an Oscar she’d won for a picture show, and suddenly flung it to the side of the ring before striking your face with her forearm several times and you could do nothing but endure it.
At one point you decided to test the waters and spat at her, who gasped disgustingly and kicked you to the side and you dropped on the floor.
As if on cue, the arena darkened and Action Bronson played through the speakers, notifying you that Hook had entered the scene, and the butterflies yet again fluttered in your chest.
Don’t get nervous now with millions of people watching you, Y/N.
At the sight of Hook striding down the ramp with his cold-hearted yet handsome, sort of devilish expression - oh you got why they called him that now - Robinson and Storm ran past him towards the tunnel, Hook intimidatingly puffing out his chest through his hoodie as they crossed.
The crowd went absolutely wild when they saw that Hook hadn’t stopped there and fought, but climbed through the ring and stood over your feeble state. As expected and without any exchange of words, he offered you a hand which you looked to the audience for approval before accepting gratefully.
Ahhh it hurts so much. I didn’t realise the soulmate bond was this powerful. Was he feeling the same as me? How was he so cool about this all?
You smiled as you both walked up the ramp in style, a couple that were quite frankly unstoppable to AEW.
You didn’t bother lingering backstage, hoping that maybe Hook would finally approach you since you still couldn’t gather the courage to do it yourself. It was rather hypocritical of you seeing as you had an entire year to say something, but you just wanted to know if he was interested in you or not before making a fool out of yourself.
A small gasp escaped your lips when a strong hand gripped your arm and spun you around where you faced the devil himself. He stared at you like he had all those other times, although you noticed the subtle desperation in his expression as his nose twitched and eyebrows furrowed, adjusting his jaw.
His eyes shifted and you followed his gaze to where your mark was and self-consciously reached up to touch it but his hand gently took hold of your wrist, stopping you, and his head leaned closer toward your neck.
Was this a chapter out of Fifty Shades of Grey or something?
You couldn’t tell if your heart had stopped or if it was beating so furiously that it would burst out of your chest. A shiver sent down your spine and a shaky breath left your lips when you felt his own brush over the mark you shared, giving you the perfect angle to see his own soul mark.
It really was a replica of the one you had which was a given.
His head lifted out of your neck and he met your eyes again, this time exhibiting a sly smirk telling you that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
How devious… but you couldn’t deny that you were loving every second of it.
“Why were you ignoring me?” you finally managed to ask after weeks since your mark was first shown in the ring. His obvious attraction and reveal of his need for you as well fuelled confidence within you, and you were glad that this encounter had turned out the way it had.
“Why did you hide this from me?” He placed a hand on the side of your neck which now filled you with warmth and comfort.
You kept quiet and bit your bottom lip as you didn’t really have a good explanation for why you did what you did.
He chuckled lightly and quickly looked over your body, licking his lips - a small detail that only someone as close to him as you were in that moment would have noticed.
“Well now I know we’re soulbound, it’d be rude not to ask the lady for a drink after the show. So how about it?”
A large, mischievous grin swept across your face. “I’d love to. But you should know that I don’t commit on the first date. Not to anyone”.
“Not even to your soulmate? Aren’t you meant to be the goddess of love?”
“Are you saying you’re already in love with me?”
You had both found yourselves gradually getting closer and closer. You didn’t even realise when your chests had come into contact, breath tickling each other’s faces.
“Can’t argue with the soulmate bond”.
Almost in desperation, your lips crashed into Hook’s who’s hands travelled to your waist to somehow pull you even closer than you already were, your arms snaking around his neck, fingers sliding through the hair at the top of the nape of his neck.
“...I thought these videos were meant to be about me…” a voice broke you out of your kiss and you felt Hook huff and pout like he usually does, making you giggle at his childishness.
You turned and saw Danhausen standing, watching you both in confusion with the camera crew situated behind him, pointing towards you.
This was undoubtedly going to be aired in a promo but you couldn’t care less in that special moment of yours. The crew left once they realised that you both weren’t going to budge from where you were. You’d just been thrown in the arms of your soulmate after a year of knowing the truth and over a month of incredible attraction.
Your attention was very quickly back on the man securely holding you in place, and you decided to tease him a little if that was the game you were going to be playing. “I’m not just the goddess of love. I’m the goddess of beauty… desire… sex…”
Knowing exactly where you were going with this, his smirk returned, bigger than before. “Well let’s see. Beauty? Check. Desire?” He told a hold of your hand before guiding it towards the bulge that stuck out of his sweatpants. You squeezed his length gently, earning a soft groan before pulling your hand away again. “Check. Sex? Well I guess I’ll be the judge of that”.
His hands slid down, cupping your ass and lifting you up with ease as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. You felt yourself being carried through the halls backstage and you used this time to entangle your hands back through his hair which caused him to squeeze where his hands were placed on your backside.
You lightly nibbled on his neck where the mark was and breathed in all of him.
Ugh. Did he always smell this fucking good?
You didn’t care if the people you passed were judging you or not; you only cared that all this tension was finally about to be released.
“You’ll be turning full heel after the night is over, baby. I’m about the fuck all that gracefulness out of you”.
You giggled and leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “You just try me”.
THE END.
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November Moon
CW: 18+, oral sex male receiving, language, dirty talk, oral sex female receiving, PIV, protected sex. Exhibitionism, partner sharing.
Authors note: @tearfallpixie and I had .... thoughts.....conversations. It wasn't what I had in mind but as I wrote it, something took on a mind of its own. She was kind enough to offer one of her OC characters to the story. I have been in a rut for a few weeks now, so this is the first thing that has actually reached the finished stages. Enjoy
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Rick came out of the kitchen a large bowl in each hand filled to the brim with popcorn. He was nothing if not predictable. He set the bowls down on his new extra-large coffee table-a rustic French farmhouse type made of birch wood that looked weathered-it wasn’t his usual style, but he picked it up because one it fit the length he wanted and two he liked the way she looked at it. They hadn’t been together long before Rick had asked Anya to move in with him, he had never been so sure of something in his life.
Horror, the cute pup he had adopted just the year before jumped onto the couch, his tail thumping on the fabric tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. There was a full table of drinks and snacks that Rick and Anya picked up from the store earlier and a couple bags of burgers and fries with milkshakes included from Five Guys. If Rick knew his friend it would be to order Five Guys for dinner, especially when he was about to propose something that could be considered completely insane.
Just a few weeks ago he’d come home from a long tour, finally set to be home for a full eight months, ready for some much-needed rest and relaxation. Yeah right. Rick knew better than to have any kind of relaxation, after he’d properly welcomed himself home to Anya and their pup, he’d immediately started working on his film projects. She had been talking to him from the couch in his office, slumped over his laptop clicking away at videos as he edited them, giving her an occasional ‘uh huh’ ‘really’ or even a ‘hmm’ all things to make it seem like he heard her.
"You know what would be hot?"
"Hmm?" The guitarist hummed quietly, not lifting his eyes from his computer.
"If we had a foursome with Vinny and Dana."
"Wait what?!" Rick exclaimed, turning in his chair to face her. After a long period of silence, he’d waited for her to say more but when she didn’t, he had to process what she’d said. His brain took the suggestion, fumbled it around amongst the other thoughts currently occupying its space, until figuratively tossing everything from its desk inside his head to focus on the idea she proposed.
"What? Vinny and Dana are hot as fuck. And don't think I don't know you and Vin have fooled around before. It's so obvious." Rick sputtered as he processed her words. Seeing her raise an eyebrow at him, realizing his darkest secret had been found out. He sat back further in his chair eyes darting to the ceiling as he thought the idea through.
“Oh my GOD!” She squealed pulling herself to the edge of her seat on the couch “I was only joking; I wanted your attention you perv!” They had put the idea aside for a while talking again about idle things this time with Rick’s attention on her. But he’d be lying if his mind was drifting back to the earlier topic.
He couldn’t deny that the thought of seeing his best friend and girl get it on wasn't intriguing. Not only that, but he found Vins girl appealing. Anya and Dana were like night and day. Dana was shorter in stature, standing only at 5’2 long sandy brown hair, light skin tone, and eyes that he couldn’t determine were either green or blue. He imagined how her soft curves might feel under his hands, if she’d groan at his touch like Anya did or whine. Anastasia was 5’6 dark brown hair just past her shoulders, deep green eyes and a full sleeve of white roses on her right arm, the spaces between the leaves blacked out. She was athletically built, the muscles from her years of sports softened under her skin leaving her with a relaxed toned look.
Anya was his spitfire spastic girl, she could talk for hours if the subject intrigued her, and there were a lot of subjects like that. She was never not at a loss for words on any given subject, always wanting to learn and express herself. Outsiders might think they were arguing with how they spoke to each other during their debates, but it was all understood, they were communicating on a different level.
While on tour Vin and Rick had stayed up later than the rest of the band and crew, just talking about their girls back home. The girls had gotten close, so closely bonded they weren’t above holding hands and kissing each other on the lips occasionally. They had gotten so deep in conversation that night Vin started to talk about his sex life with Dana, while he never discussed much with anyone else in the band and crew, he and Rick had a mutual understanding to share everything with one another.
Rick had expected Dana to be shy and innocent, inexperienced, somehow the thought of having to break her and teach her a lesson made his sex throb with anticipation. But when he heard how dark she could be for Vin he was surprised. The way Vin described her she was mouthy, sassy even. Rick liked that. The idea that he could still break her gave him some satisfaction.
The couple walked through the door of Rick’s house, greeted eagerly by Horror, Dana seemed to take great interest in petting the pup’s belly while Vin made a quick bee line for the food on the table. Anya caught her friend in a hug, bringing her in by the waist to the couch. Dana had chosen a simple pair of leggings and hoodie to wear tonight. Although she matched in all black with her boyfriend, Rick couldn’t help but feel cheated, what could she possibly be hiding under there?
He'd never seen Dana wear anything outside of leggings, sweatpants, hoodies, and the occasional pair of jeans. Anya said it was something about being self-conscious around a lot of people. What could she have to be self-conscious about? He’d seen some of the photos on Vin’s phone. Not on purpose, anything that had to do with Dana and Vin was all found out by accident. He either happened to be looking that way just at the right time or Vin was scrolling through his phone passing by a saved photo of her pausing only for a minute before continuing through his gallery. Rick just always acted like he didn’t see it.
Vin didn’t know it but a few nights after that conversation Rick had gotten up in the middle of the night making his way to the bathroom for a late-night piss, on his way back to his bunk he could hear the private conversation between Vin and Dana. Vin seemed to think everyone was asleep and opted for no headphones, in whatever way, to the universe or deity of some kind he thanked him for the absentminded mistake.
She was moaning on the other end, giving a sexy giggle, maybe in response to Vin’s reaction.
“Sugar, come on don’t tease me.” He whined, his voice climbing higher than a whisper.
“What are you gonna do? Make me?”
Rick had to suppress the growl in his throat. Oh, he’d make her alright. Miles away or not, he’d have her follow his every direction without hesitation.
They watched a movie together, eating and making small talk. But it seemed that no matter how much he tried to bring up the subject he just couldn’t get the words to come out of his mouth. I guess it was a good thing his girlfriend was better at breaking the ice than he was. He wasn’t sure what she’d said, or how she had said it, but when Rick looked over in the dark living room toward the girls, they were practically in each other’s laps hands wrapping around each other, lips locked. He tapped his friend’s thigh unable to tear away from the scene in front of him, the sudden thud of Vin’s phone on the floor was confirmation he was seeing the same thing.
It wasn’t much to convince them to take everything back to Rick’s room. He’d lead them down the hall and into the master bedroom tearing Anya’s top and bra from her body the minute she was inside their door. He held Anya against his chest, her breasts in each of his hands, kneading the flesh and pulling at her nipples while he kissed the exposed skin of her neck, cheek and shoulder. He heard a sound that made his eyes fly open and search for the source.
Across the room Vin had his girl in his arms teeth sinking into the flesh at her neck, Dana’s mouth dropped open and her nails digging into Vin’s shoulder, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Rick drank in the sight looking her over, her pale skin was completely exposed her hoodie, shirt, and bra had been discarded and he could see her breasts pressed into Vin’s chest.
God damn she was beautiful.
“Fuck, Vin. That’s what you’ve been hiding from us?” It had been a comment Rick wanted to utter more times than one after seeing photos of her but knew better than to do it. Now he had no reason not to.
Dana’s cheeks went pink when her eyes opened landing on Rick’s from across the room. So sweet. She was still so shy. Rick wanted to taste her, he wanted to make her come first. The way Vin was playing with her, it was driving Rick insane. Like a kid on the playground who wanted his turn with the new toy, he seemed to be losing his patience.
“Think Vin would let me suck his cock?” Anya’s breathy voice was at Rick’s ear, her soft moans between words making his cock twitch.
“I don’t know,” he drawled “Why don’t you go over there and find out.”
Anya crossed the floor quickly, pulling herself between Vin and Dana, giving Dana a soft kiss on the lips before turning to face Vin. Her eyes focused on him as she dropped to her knees fingers already working the button of his cargo pants.
Dana stepped back, giving her friend room, her arms crossing over her chest as she pulled her thumb nail between her teeth. She was distracted, not paying any attention to Rick as he crossed the room coming up slowly behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist letting his chin rest on her shoulder as he pulled her into him his cock sliding between the cheeks of her ass. She tightened in his grip going stiff.
“Shhh.” He whispered letting his lips trail soft kisses from her shoulder to the bend of her neck. “Since he’s a little occupied. Let me take care of you.”
He spun her in his arms making her face him he squatted down grabbing her thighs and hoisting her up to wrap her legs around his waist. Rick climbed onto the bed, letting her back fall softly into the black duvet. He kept his eyes on hers, taking in the beautiful glassy green color as he watched her pupils dilate and shrink with every move of his hands over her body.
“Would you let me eat you? I’m sure Vin does it a lot.” Ricks fingers were already teasing the hem of her leggings, waiting for the approval before tearing them down her thighs. He watched as she covered her body with her arms, hands making a tent over her mouth and nose while her cheeks turned that adorable pink color.
“Why do you think I call her sugar?” Vin teased moaning when Anya giggled, his cock still down her throat.
“You have to say yes.” Rick gave her an encouraging look, or maybe he was pleading, he wasn’t really sure what expression his face was making at this point. Whatever he’d done made her nod her head slowly, he understood the hesitation and although he wanted to tear her clothes off and bury himself between her thighs, he felt he should treat her a little more delicately. Pulling the clothes from her body he looked back up to see she had completely covered her face. He crawled up her body taking her wrists in his hands as he pulled her away to look in her eyes.
“No need to hide. I’ve seen it all already and trust me, you are beautiful.” Her face went completely red but as Rick made his way down her torso, she didn’t bring her hands up to hide again. Opening her thighs she parted them easily for him, letting him find his way between them as he licked a stripe between her folds the intoxicating taste of her burst through his mouth, he groaned wanting more but having to hold himself back from devouring her. “I see why he calls you sugar, you do taste sweet.”
Fingers pressing her open he lapped at her clit listening to the pleased sounds she made as he found the spot, she liked the most. Her hips rocked into his face, and he grabbed her thighs in order to brace himself for the moment she came on his tongue. She moaned, the dirty words falling out of her mouth all that Ricks’ ears hoped they would be.
Shuffling, the tear of a foil packet, a sudden keen from Anya and the sound of skin on skin meant Vin had taken it upon himself to move his moment along. They hadn’t discussed how it would all make them feel, but then again, Vin didn’t have much emotion when he was horny. Rick liked to think things through even now, he could feel the pang in his chest that someone else had his girl, but the knowledge that she was always his softened the blow.
Dana’s hands tangled into Ricks hair desperate to pull him off her as her body started to shake and seize from her orgasm. He continued to hold her clit between his lips, letting his tongue flick along the edge as she spasmed against his face. When he opened his eyes and looked up at her, she was flat against the bed panting, her breasts rising and falling with her deep breathing. Some of the muscles in her thighs and arms were shaking from what he’d just done to her. The pride in swelling in his chest.
He couldn’t wait any longer.
“Vin.” He looked to his friend who had Anya bent over the side of the bed taking her from behind. Vin’s green eyes looked up from under his lashes, the red streaks falling over his face. “Toss me one.”
The drummer groaned as he pulled out of Anya, she whined at the loss of him, Vin spinning around to slap her ass before digging through the drawer of the nightstand. He tossed the purple foil to Rick, catching it mid air he ripped it open sliding it down his length before bracing himself at her entrance. He wanted to go easy, maybe take his time, but if Vin finished soon, it would just be awkward for the whole room.
He bottomed out watching as she folded herself up arm latching around Ricks neck. He moved his hips immediately filling her up quickly and starting a pace that was sure to give her another orgasm. She moaned, keened and whined in his ear. The sounds making his brain fill with fog. She fits him so easily, her walls parting for him only to tighten around as he withdraws. She is just as soft as he imagined she’d be, fingers tracing the scars of her stretched skin, stripes that were no doubt earned and should be appreciated.
Under his touch she trembles, but then relaxes as he strokes her back, he can feel her shake every time he thrusts deep inside her. She is close and he knows it. The familiar shrieks from Anya tell Rick she’s enjoying herself. He was sure he’d have time to take Anya too, his ego telling him he had the stamina for it all. But as reality sank in it was evident, he wouldn’t. He felt in his lower belly that he was close, she was clenching harder around him, feeling her walls coat him with her slick his own body trembling.
“Fuck Rick.” She moaned in his ear as her arms clutched to him tight the orgasm breaking her. He couldn’t hold out anymore. Getting a hard grip on her body he thrust into her several more times before he moaned her name as he came.
The chorus of the four of them breathing heavily, smacking their lips from their mouths running dry was all the room could hear. The heady smell of musk and body fluid assaulting their sense of smell. Vin withdrew from Anya pulling the condom off quick and discarding it. Anya didn’t seem to notice him either walking around the bed to her drawers looking for underwear and something to wear.
Rick pulled out of Dana quickly making his way off the bed and tossing the condom away. He pushed the windows open behind his bed letting the cool night air waft the smell from the room. Anya’s warm hands wrapped around his waist, holding one of his t shirts and clean boxers in them. He took the clothes from her grip, bringing one of her hands to his lips before placing a chaste kiss on the back.
He slipped the clothes on seeing Vin help Dana into his sweatshirt, he was still naked, but after making sure his girl was dressed, they cuddled under the blankets.
“I told them they can sleep here tonight.” Anya stood up on her tiptoes to give Rick a kiss on his cheek.
“And where will we sleep?”
“In the bed silly. Where else?” she giggled crawling into the bed and settling next to her friend. Rick was too physically tired to care who slept in what bed. While the idea of a foursome wasn’t exactly what he’d imagined, it wasn’t a waste of time either. Now that the ice had been broken maybe there was just a little room to have more.
She woke to the faint sound of moaning.
The chill in the room made her shiver under the sweatshirt Vin had given her last night, she rolled into him seeking the warmth of his body. The window he’d opened was left that way all night, the late November air making the room go chill. Settling into Vin’s chest he was fast asleep, his arms not even moving to hold her, shivering as she pulled the blankets up over her nose. She tried hard to go back to sleep, squeezing her eyes shut as if that would force them to stay closed and bring sleep on faster.
Another soft moan carried through the room, and she realized that it wasn’t the sounds of her dreams from last night anymore. Turning slowly in the bed she saw Rick and Anya over her shoulder. Rick had Anya’s back pressed firmly into his chest, his hips rocking into her from behind, one ink clad hand wrapped around her waist disappearing between her thighs his fingers moving in and out of her sex with slow strokes. Anya had her head tipped back, hands wrapped around Rick’s head as he kissed into the bend of her neck, eyes were held shut pulling her lip between her teeth to suppress more of her moans. Rick’s grey eyes met hers from across the bed, they held the stare for only a few seconds before he gave her a wink and a seductive smirk. Pressing his lips once again to the neck of his girl. She turned back into Vin, not shy about what she saw, but disappointed that her boyfriend wasn’t awake to join in the fun.
She snuggled into Vin’s chest more drinking in the smell of his cologne, the fragrance still potent even though he’d applied it yesterday morning. She was close enough to hear his heart beating in his chest, the steady rhythm drowning out the sound of the couple next to her. Vin shifted in the bed allowing her to sink deeper into his bare chest.
“You to huh?” his gravely morning voice made heat pool into the space between her thighs. She was very pleased with herself that all she was wearing was his sweatshirt and panties from the night before. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth before she nodded her head. “Turn around then.”
She rolled to her other side making sure her ass rolled over him in a suggestive way. He groaned when she rolled over his cock, realizing quickly that he hadn’t dressed himself after their games last night. He kept his eyes closed, hand taking her hip and pulling her close to him. She glanced over at Rick and Anya, he seemed to have lost patience with only his fingers. Anya was pressed firmly on her belly into the bed one of Ricks’ hands tangled in her hair holding her head up off the mattress, his other had both her wrists clasped firmly into her lower back. Rocking his hips into her from behind, his black hair was already falling in his face lips parted breathing getting heavy. The sight turned her on to watch and when Vin started to rock his hips into her from behind slowly grinding himself against her ass, she let out a whimper Anya’s eyes only opening a little to look her friends way before giving her a satisfied smile.
Suddenly the chill from earlier was gone, the room filling up with a sudden heat she couldn’t explain. She pushed the blankets down and off her with her feet trying to cool her already sweaty skin. Vin’s fingernails were digging into the flesh of her thigh as he pulled her closer to him, continuing to grind against her. She was soaking through her panties as Vin would move her the friction of the material clothing her sex gave just enough friction to stimulate, but not enough that she’d be able to come. She wanted more. He was hard the feel of him pressing into her cheeks erotic the length not giving from the pressure of her on him.
He suddenly stopped fingers frantically trying to find the edge of her panties to bring them down her legs. She rolled onto her back grabbing the sides and pulling them down to toss the wet garment somewhere. Vin rolled onto his back motioning for her to come to him, she straddled his lap her knee barely coming to rest next to his hip before he pulled her down into a needy kiss. Her mouth distracted he lined up, pushing himself between her folds before bottoming out with no hesitation. She squealed into the kiss letting his tongue push past the barrier and into her mouth. He already had a grip on the sides of her hips rocking her over his length pulling her up before bringing her back down. They had barely started, and she was already about to burst.
Pulling herself out of his mouth she sat up grasping his thigh and bracing herself on the soft of his abdomen before she rocked herself back and forth, letting him fill her completely. While she rolled her head back she let her eyes wander over to their friends. Anya had her lip in her mouth teeth bearing down into the skin it was turning white, her forehead was sticky with sweat and her eyes were shut tight. Rick’s grey orbs looking directly at Dana. He had a feral look in his eye and it only made the coil in her belly tighten, watching him fuck Anya with sharp snaps of his hips was a show. She looked down at Vin who beneath her was arching his back Adams apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed before letting his mouth fall open again with his heavy breathing. She was so close, her rhythm stalling, feeling like she couldn’t continue. He sat up with her, head placed into her chest, he let his hands roam up the sweatshirt she was wearing fingers running along her spine and over her skin.
“Gonna come for me, sugar?” She wrapped her arms around his neck letting her fingers lace through his messy curls. Her hips moved faster as he spoke, driving herself to a quick release, beyond speech she only nodded her head. She looked over to Rick whose own hips started to falter, his eyes still on her, she threw her head back watching as he stilled in his movements spilling into Anya with a loud groan. It put Dana over the edge, clenching hard around Vin’s cock she squeezed his hair as her body shook with her orgasm. He wasn’t far behind her, taking her hips in his hands and slamming her down on him one more time before she could feel the warmth of his release inside her.
They fell back on the bed, her ear pressed against his chest to hear his heart thudding loudly. As they caught their breath, she heard the couple next to them whispering softly to one another, followed by a comfortable silence. The serenity of the moment lost when Vin cried out to the room,
"I'm hungry."
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crushing on a game character
feat. Ruggie, Floyd, Idia
note: established relationship, can be interpreted as gn!reader, reader can be interpreted as Yuu
Doesn’t get it. Supports your interest but seriously doesn’t get the appeal of it and how you can be so invested in it. Absolute normie.
Definitely gets a kick out of teasing you that your favourite character seems to have fluffy ears not unlike him.
“Shyeheehee, what a fun coincidence that is, cutie~”
Also doesn’t understand how much merch could go for. You spent how much to get that keychain?? Out of respect for you, he wouldn’t dare snag them, but he can’t say it’s not tempting.
He is impressed by the dedication you have in unlocking the newest stories and accomplishing the mini games for your favourite character. Also, considering his time being snatched away by looking after Leona and being the unofficial vice housewarden, he’s happy that you don’t feel as lonely or bored as he feared you would be while he’s busy.
That being said, he doesn’t appreciate it when it starts to cut into his time with you. He doesn’t mind listening to you about the newest stories or voice calls, but it’s pay-attention-to-your-boyfriend time.
Why are you gushing about the fluffy ears of some fictional man when he’s right there?
“Ahh~ his ears are just adorable” you squealed as you tapped repeatedly on the screen to watch the cute animation. You didn’t notice Ruggie’s own were flicking in irritation as he saw your eyes glued to your phone.
This is supposed to be a quiet lunch break under a shady tree by the school field without any disruptions (namely Leona) but as Ruggie munched on his last snack, you sat beside him, giving more attention to what he considers a cheap imitation of a beastman.
You felt the weight of your boyfriend shifting beside you. Before you could question it, the messy-haired upperclassman plopped his head onto your lap, smiling up at you as he made himself comfortable.
“You shouldn’t sleep right after a meal, Ruggie” you half-heartedly chastise him, but you couldn’t be mad, not with him.
“Leona had me running ragged all day, I hadn’t had the chance to rest” he lamented as he reached out for your hands, setting down your phone then bringing your hands onto his head, his ears flicking cutely. “I need your help to relax”
“Aww, my poor baby” you coo and proceed to run your hands through his hair, lovingly rubbing his soft ears which flatten and flick around in appreciation. Ruggie hummed in bliss as he started to doze off to your soft petting and sweet words of praise for your hard-working lover, your phone left forgotten at your side.
At first, Floyd wasn’t aware of your new obsession as he always found something else to distract him. You tried explaining the premise of the game that got you hooked but it lost his attention halfway and proceeded to change the conversation.
He didn’t discourage you to stop playing as it wasn’t a problem to him and watching you smile definitely lifted his mood.
It wasn’t until he started to notice that you tend to mention one particular character more than the others.
When you indulge in his doodling in class, he starts seeing that character’s name and he watches annoyed as you even draw cute versions of that character on your notebook, which he promptly rips out.
When you two started dating, his mood swings were less frequent as he’s been happier since then. He used to immediately brighten up once he sees you, even from across the hallway
Not anymore though because his mood now immediately sours when he sees you on your phone, giggling as you look like you were reading something from the game.
It wasn’t a matter of if he’ll snap but rather when.
“Floyd, seriously! Give it back!”
You stretched as far as you could against your pillar of a boyfriend, almost climbing him as he kept his hand over both your heads, your phone in his grasp.
“Woww~ Shrimpy’s pretty short, ain’t cha?” The teal-haired boy chuckled out as he reveled in your adorable face as you desperately reached for your phone.
“You’re just stupidly tall” You rebuked. “And being a jerk, by the way”
He ignored you as he stared at your phone he “borrowed” from you. Earlier he saw you and was planned to give you a loving squeeze, until he looked over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of that accursed game and even worse, that dumb character he’s reluctantly got familiar with from your doodles. Some may call this petty jealousy, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t like this lanky, grinning character grabbing all of your attention.
“Hey Shrimpy, how angry would you be if I crush your phone?”
“Very!”
He figured as much, so he decided on an alternative compromise. With his signature toothy grin, he leaned down to meet your eyes, still keeping your phone away from your reach.
“Then, give me some smooches and I’ll consider not to~”
100% in full support. Out of the whole NRC, he would probably be the most understanding of your interest because you cannot tell me he doesn’t have his own favs from gacha games.
You two can talk for hours on storylines, character designs, and animation sprites. He’ll even give you recommendations on devices with the best frame format to use for the best visual experiences. Heck, butter him up and he’ll build one for you.
If you also support his ramblings for his favs, he will truly try to pinch himself over this perfect relationship. Get you a partner that understands you.
He gets a warm, tingly feeling when you rush to him in the middle of the day with the biggest smile on your way to show off a new game scene. It feels nice knowing that he’s the first person you thought of to share your passion with.
Your fav character was not one that pops up frequently in your game so there wasn’t a lot of merch made for them. However, Idia still keeps an eye out for them just in case because he knows you’ll love it.
Again, get you a partner that understands you.
He may have to draw the line if you ask him if he’s willing to cosplay the character with you. That’s a bit out of his comfort zone.
If you’re persistent and persuasive enough though…
“Idia!!” You raised your voice by mistake from the shock of what was pushed into your hands “how on Earth did you find this?”
Idia rubbed the back of his head in what most would assume is embarrassment, but you knew him well enough he’s just hiding his self-satisfaction. He did just find a way to get his hands on a limited-edition figurine of your favourite character, along with the accessories that were difficult to find since they were sold separately.
“It was nothing, really. I know a few online buddies and they mentioned seeing it on some proxy website”
Now, usually you would reply with a smart quip for that smug attitude. But there's an undeniable warmth in your heart knowing this asocial man who wouldn’t put effort in something that would put him in an uncomfortable situation has personally asked others for something because he knew you would appreciate it.
In a swift movement, you managed to surprise your blue-flamed lover by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him to a hug and peppering kisses all over his cheeks, nose, and lastly his lips. His blue flames were flicking wildly with a pink hue colouring the tips. He stammered to let him go but you ignored his half-hearted pleas, opting to keep him in your embrace as you snuggled into his neck.
“I love you so much” you mumbled into his neck and while you couldn’t quite see his face, the darkened pink hues of his flames that tickle your cheeks gave you a hint of his feelings.
In Idia’s frazzled mind, he’s trying to calculate the affection points he must have gotten from this and now he wonders how you would reward him if he did try the cosplay idea.
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Hi hello
I was wondering if I could request a Morticia x f!reader story?
Both Morticia and Reader are teachers at Nevermore. While Morticia is quite popular amongs the students Reader is not. The unpopularity gets into readers head and Morticia (because she loves reader) shows reader that reader is amazing, gorgeous and all that.
So just some cute smut with maybe a slight dom Morticia? Honestly I’ll be happy with anything your amazing mind comes up with.
Thank you and have a wonderful day <3
Maybe I’m just terrible 18+
*Authors note~ back with the morticia fic again. I just hope I capture her character well enough <3*
Trigger warnings~ worship kink, soft dom m sub r oral
Prompt~see ask^^^^
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Teaching at Nevermore was certainly exceptional. You taught the exceptional so it really was to be expected, but what wasn’t expected was for you to be quite so unpopular. Truthfully, you didn’t know quite why you were so unpopular with the students but you knew they would rant and rave about Morticia Addams. The potion teacher was understandably gorgeous, her pale skin reminding you of when moonlight hits the lake at night and her long raven hair shaping her face like the night sky does with the moon. Yeah it was safe to say you could see the appeal. But it didn’t mean that it hurt any less being the unliked one.
It began to affect you when nothing changed a few months later. You got to know Morticia in that time, truly she was magnificent and you were happy to call her a friend, but she began to notice how you’d get sad in the halls when students greeted her and not you, or when you heard how well her class treated her and not you and when she overheard a conversation between two students about you her heart broke.
They didn’t know you, that much was clear. But to her you may as well as hung the stars, sun and moon in the sky. The thought of you feeling so low and insecure about yourself bothered her to no end. Now she’s very affectionate so she began to formulate a plan to make you feel some sort of better. Learning of your little crush from the students, she knew just what to do.
Morticia had asked you to come to her room for a chat, you truly had no idea what for. Your classes had been murder all day, all you wanted to go back to your room and drown your sorrows in a nice bottle of red wine. Yet you couldn’t ignore her request so you made your way to her room. When you arrived you were met with her sat on the edge of her bed, the floor length dress draping on the floor as her neckline plunged into her milky breasts.
“mon chéri” she practically purred at you, the sexy French accent only adding more to her list of why she’s perfect, “come here darling.” Instantly, your feet abiding by her command as you came to stand in front of her. “You’re beautiful” she murmured seemingly lost in her own thoughts only to be broken from them with a snort from you, “yeah right” you muttered dejectedly. Hands came to cup your cheeks, “absolutely gorgeous, stunning, inside and out jolie fille.”
A few stray tears leaked from your eyes at her words, maybe it was due to the fact you handing herd them before or maybe the sincerity in her voice, you didn’t know. “Don’t cry mon chéri, I mean every word of it. And I’d very much like to show you just how much I truly mean it” she murmured as the pads of her thumbs wiped the tears away. A sweet kiss placed to your lips had you crumbling into her embrace. “Can I show you just how much I adore you?”
With a quick nod and mumble of please Morticia set straight to the task at hand, stripping her dress off her body to make movements easier. You had an article of clothing removed before she bestowed kisses on the now exposed skin. She was showering you with so many compliments that truly you felt like you were the most beautiful girl in the world. By the time you were fully naked you were in tears. “Oh baby. Don’t cry love it’s okay, you’re so beautiful. Let me make you feel good mon chéri?”
Once you’d consented mortica set to work ensuring one thing, that you’d feel good. She didn’t mind about herself, she just wanted you to see yourself how she saw you. Her tongue lapped at your folds ever so gently at first and she worked you to the edge, her hands coming up to roll the pert buds of your breath between her thumbs and forefingers. “Please” you whimpered and she knew you were close. “If you wanna come Mon chéri then you need to say one simple thing. I’m beautiful inside and out. Can you say that baby? For me?” She purred and you couldn’t help but buck your hips into her face and whimper the phrase before falling into the blissful pools of pleasure, morticia moaning at the taste of her reward. “Such a good girl” she murmured pulling away to see how beautiful you looked with your hair splayed all over her pillows and breathing all irregular. Oh yes, you truly were a sight to the beholder.
That night you spent cuddled onto Morticia is you cried and vented over how insignificant you felt and she held you though it all. Once you calmed down she informed you that she’d be taking you, her beautiful girl on a date. Maybe it’s a good thing you’d paled in comparison to her because now you’d be together.
Word count~ 962
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flickers (chapter five)
sokka x female reader
summary: after the events of the swamp and avatar day, the gaang try and rest for a couple of days before continuing the search for an earth bender to train aang
warnings: mentions of death - nothing else i think this ones pretty lighthearted :)
wc: 3.5k
masterlist
prologue --- chapter four -- chapter six
a/n: long time no see - this is actually a record for me not posting anything in a year, i was just so busy and then when i wasn’t i didnt have the motivation to write. so sorry for taking so long and i dont even know if people are interested in this fic any more but i’ve written some more for it again so might as well post it and hopefully will not disappear for a year again. anyways i went back and made a few changes through the story already written including the addition of a nickname for the reader (mainly because i dont like using y/n all the time) but yeah this a little filler chapter so there is more of a connection between the characters before i ruin it for them in a few chapters time :)
“Alright! This place looks great!” Aang clapped his hands together as Appa landed in a large clearing, a stream running through it and into the forest that surrounded them.
She watched the avatar jump from the bison’s saddle and onto the dirt below where he stood with his arms wide, a huge smile on his face. And she couldn’t help but smile back at him - his positive energy was infectious and it meant the prospect of staying in this clearing for a few days more appealing - especially as the water tribe siblings were still a little hesitant towards her.
Although, after their experience in the swamp, and whatever went on in Chin on Avatar Day, she had noticed Sokka being a little more caring towards her and Katara was doing her best to be civil. So even if they didn’t trust her yet, they were trying and so was she - so hopefully, their relationships could only improve from there.
The idea of having a break from the Avatar's group constantly getting into trouble and other situations that make her head spin if she thought on it for too long, put a smile on her face as she climbed off Appa’s saddle, the feeling of dirt beneath her feet allowing the tension to melt from her body. She may have only been with this weird group for a week or two now but she wasn’t yet used to flying on Appa, her fear of heights making her uncomfortable every time they travelled on him.
Caught in her own thoughts as she reached for her bag, she didn’t notice Aang trying to get her attention, that was until he airbended himself right in front of her a bright smile on his face as he spoke, “Hey Lia I was calling your name, do you want to play a game?”
She blinked at him, surprised by the nickname she hadn’t heard someone else call her in over a year now.
The lack of response confused the young avatar, waving his hand in her face he asked, “is everything okay? You seem a little out of it?”
“Yeah I’m fine,” she nodded at him, “it’s just you called me Lia.”
“Oh, am I not allowed? It’s just you said to Momo that’s what your friends call you and we’re friends right?”
A warmth spread through her chest at Aang so nonchalantly calling her his friend, she was Fire Nation and apart from Ria, had never really had friends that weren’t themselves from the Fire Nation as well so this meant a lot to her.
Realising she hadn’t replied back to him yet, she gave him a small smile, “Yeah we’re friends, I just haven’t had someone call me Lia in a while.”
“Well get used to it, travelling with Team Avatar gives you the opportunity for loads of friends! It’s one of the best parts!” He gave her a thumbs up before turning to look at the Water Tribe siblings who had been watching the interaction silently, and when Aang subtly indicated they should do something, they both smiled at their new acquaintance. And even though their smiles looked more like grimaces, y/n felt just a little more accepted into the group than she was this morning and that was enough for her.
She turned back to Aang, answering his original question from before she’d gotten sidetracked “well we should help set up camp first but then we can play a game if you want?”
“Yep sounds great!”
It didn’t take long for the four of them to set up a small camp, Sokka going off into the trees surrounding them to collect some wood for the fire, Aang scouring through the bags for some food for them and her and Katara setting up the tents. It was quiet whilst they completed the task but y/n didn’t mind, it allowed her time to think about all she had already experienced with the Avatar and his companions.
She still avoided thinking too much about the swamp debacle where she saw her mother and the old man, less she become emotional, but the whole Avatar Day situation they’d stumbled into in Chin was much easier to focus on if not confusing in a different way. It was interesting to see a place not associated with the Fire Nation hate the Avatar as much as they did, even if they had their own misguided reasons, but the similarity of misinformation on specific topics between the people of Chin and what was taught in the Fire Nation had struck a chord in her. Obviously, there were still great differences between the situations but it still had affected her more than she had thought it would. And it led her to become more grateful that she had started to push past her previous teachings and learn how much damage the Fire Nation was doing to the rest of the world and all the people in it, especially how it had affected the people she was starting to become close to.
It didn’t take long for the group to finish setting up camp and whilst Katara began cooking, refusing the offer of help from y/n, Aang began his task of having fun and tried to drag his new friend into the game he had planned earlier.
“So it’s called ‘don’t fall in the quicksand’ and basically the first one to touch the floor loses, but you have can try and sabotage your opponent by trying to get them off balance however you can.” Aang briefly explained to her.
“Oh I used to play that when I was younger, except we called it ‘the floor is lava’! And you’re looking at the reigning champion young Avatar.” She smiled teasingly at him whilst she gloated, ignoring the pang in her chest at the thought of her and Zuko playing this in the palace gardens when their parents weren’t around.
“Ha! I’m an airbender Lia, so unless you have a miracle tucked into your tunic you’re going to lose,” he looked over at Sokka to see if he wanted to play as well but he was already shaking his head at the pair.
Y/n chuckled to herself at the Avatar’s confidence, yes he may be an airbender which gives him an incredible advantage, but unfortunately for everyone she has ever known, she had always been unbearably competitive and today was not the day she was going to start losing at a child’s game.
She tied her hair up into a top knot and started walking to the treeline, waiting for Aang to call the start of the game. She didn’t have to wait long before his shout of “QUICKSAND!” was heard across their little camp, she quickly jumped onto the tree beside her and climbed up the trunk to perch on a branch strong enough to hold her weight. Happy with where she was she began looking for where Aang had ended up, only for him to be on a tree on the other side of the clearing, waving at her.
Waving back to him she started figuring out how she could get over to him and get him to touch the floor without herself falling and losing the game.
Unbeknownst to the two already chasing each other through the trees trying to push the other one off, the Water Tribe siblings watched them from their spot next to the campfire. Katara shook her head at the pair, turning back to the food she was preparing and muttering under her breath, “one of them is going to get hurt if they’re not careful and then it will be my problem.”
Sokka turned to look at her from where he had been watching y/n laughing at Aang as she flung a branch at his face so he almost fell off the branch he had been on. “Come on sis they’re having fun, not committing crimes, lighten up.”
She glared at her brother, “She’s Fire Nation Sokka, we know as well as anyone the damage they can do, I still don’t fully trust her - what if this is some plan to capture Aang?”
“Look,” he placed his hand on her shoulder pulling her focus from where she was angrily chopping vegetables, “I agree that we should be wary around her, but honestly from what I’ve seen, she seems to be, I don’t know, a nice person maybe? Definitely not what I expected from someone from the Fire Nation. And at the end of the day if there was some ridiculous plan to capture Aang, I’m not sure it would involve playing games with the Avatar.”
The pair looked up at the trees again to see y/n throwing some sort of berry at Aang’s face in quick succession, momentarily blinding him before kicking at his ankles so he fell of the low branch he had been standing on, and before he realised what had happened he had touched the ground and the Fire Nation girl was hooting in victory in the trees above him.
Sokka gave a small smile at the site and turned to his sister, finishing off what he wanted to say, “I’m just saying I think we should maybe give her a chance to prove herself and earn our trust before we decide she doesn’t deserve it. I’m thinking of asking her to teach me some of the fighting tactics she knows tomorrow, maybe if she offers to help you with dinner tomorrow you could let her? And actually try and talk to her if you do - we’re a team and Aang seems to already loves her so we could try and do the same?”
Katara thought to herself for a moment before nodding at her brother, wondering what she could even talk to their new companion about given the opportunity.
As they made their way back to the campfire, Aang laughed at how happy his new friend was at winning their game, even if he was surprised in her victory - he had never lost at that game before, but there was always a first time for everything and maybe if she was happy about this she’d start feeling more welcome in the group. He may have been the youngest here but he could still see how tense the others were around each other and he wanted to fix it.
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Dinner that night was a quiet affair, everyone just happy to not having their lives threatened or experiencing something insane for once, and instead just enjoying the quiet world around them. Once they had finished, Katara got up to start clearing everything away, and when y/n offered her help, there was a small moment of hesitation before she nodded at her, taking Sokka’s advice of trying to give her a chance.
Y/n was pleased when Katara allowed her to help, sitting next to her when she used her water bending to clean the dishes and y/n dried them up. It would’ve been even quicker if she could have used her fire bending to dry the dishes but she was still not ready to reveal that bit of herself.
As they finished their task Katara turned to her, “Um, I was wondering why your nickname was Lia? If it’s alright to ask?”
She smiled at the water bender, “Yeah of course. It started with my mum actually, my favourite flower was always the camellia flower, so she’d always call me ‘her little camellia’, and then enough people heard it and started calling me Lia, or Little Lia at the time,” she smiled at the memories of the people who loved her and who she had lost, “But yeah after a while Lia just stuck and it makes me feel closer to my mum I guess.”
Katara had felt enough pain at her own mother dying that she recognised the glassy look in y/n’s eyes as she recalled her mum, and she felt herself softening towards the older girl, reaching out she squeezed the Fire Nation girl’s shoulder, “I understand, since my mum died I’ve worn her necklace to feel closer to her. It’s the small things I guess.”
Y/n nodded at the girl, giving her a shy smile, “The small things.”
Feeling some of the tension between the pair dissipate, they both made their way back to where the boys were sitting feeling slightly lighter, Momo launching himself at his new favourite member as soon as they were sat down, cherishing the warmth her body emitted as a fire bender.
It didn’t take long until the events of the past few days caught up with the group and they all fell asleep, the embers of the fire casting a small glow over their campsite.
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Sokka woke up with a groan, he had never been a morning person and living on the road with the constantly happy and chatty Avatar was something that he suspected he’d never get used to. Not to mention their new companion was somehow always awake early as well and would also chat to said boy - it was all just a lot in the mornings. He looked over to the Avatar himself and witnessed him trying to flirt with his sister in his own weird way, somehow getting her to agree to go exploring with him for the day.
That left him with y/n for the day, and he was hoping to ask her to teach him some combat skills, if he actually got the nerves to ask. He’d already been impressed with her skill with a blade on numerous occasions and even if just a few months ago he would’ve turned his nose up at her teaching him anything due to the fact she was a girl, his time with Suki had started changing his mind then and he’d since been proven wrong multiple times. So all he had to do was ask, that wouldn’t be so hard would it?
It turned out it was that hard. He was being ridiculous he knew but as he watched her practice her forms next to the stream - the perfect time to him to ask for some pointers, he was well aware of this - he just couldn’t bring himself to ask.
So instead he watched. She looked calm as she went through her movements, the sun shining on her dark curls, as she span and lunged with no weapon in her hand, a true warrior even with no sword in her hand. He hated to admit, especially because he knew he should be wary of her, but he was starting to admire her, not just for her skills in combat but she was already good friends with Aang and maybe even starting to gain Katara’s trust if their relaxed attitude towards each other last night was any indication - and that in itself was nothing short of a miracle. But other than that she was pretty. She was really pretty, and Sokka couldn’t help but notice it anytime the firelight danced in her eyes or she laughed at one of Aang’s dumb jokes, or sometimes his dumb jokes, and it was beginning to annoy him. Why after everything, after Yue, did he start thinking a Fire Nation girl was pretty? It was stupid and he shook himself out of his thoughts and started walking towards her before he could psyche himself out of his plan.
“Hi,” y/n opened her eyes and raised a questioning eyebrow at the Water Tribe boy who had interrupted her morning forms, “I, um, was wondering, if you’d be able to teach me some sword skills or something I don’t know - it’s just I feel like I need to know more than just my trusty boomerang and you are you know, um, really good with a sword and you could help me? Maybe, if you want, if you don’t want to you don’t have to. Please stop me from talking.”
She couldn’t help but laugh a little at how flustered he had gotten trying to ask her for help - it was kinda cute and she smiled as he avoided her eyes.
“I can teach you somethings if you want, although can’t say I’ll be a good teacher, if you get hurt I’m not taking the blame when Katara gets annoyed at us.” She joked, pleased with herself when Sokka gave her a hopeful smile.
“Yeah I would like that, and don’t you worry my sister knows I’m to blame in any and all accidents, she’s had practice dealing with me for years.”
“Okay well we can start off with the basic defensive forms if that’s alright with you?” He nodded at her, glad he’d gotten over himself and asked - hopefully if he learnt a lot from her over time he’d no longer feel useless when Team Avatar found themselves in dangerous situations.
They went over the numerous defence stances for hours until the sun was at the highest point in the sky and they declared it was time to have a break, both of them lying down on the hard ground, a comfortable silence enveloping between themselves.
Y/n was busy thinking about how she’d initially been taught her combat skills to better help Sokka when her thoughts were interrupted by the older boy himself.
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but I’ve been thinking about that dumb swamp, and was wondering what was it you saw when we were in there? Again you don’t have to answer if I’m being too nosey.”
She turned to look at him, making eye contact briefly before she lay on her back once again, debating whether she wanted to talk about it or not.
Silence stretched between them, and just as Sokka thought he had been too inconsiderate in his questioning, she spoke.
“I saw my mother.”
She could feel Sokka tense slightly beside her before facing her fully, her eyes remained on the sky above her, the clouds moving across it in various shapes, calming her down.
“She died a few years ago now, there was this illness in our city, it claimed a lot of lives but that didn’t make it any less painful when I lost her I guess, and my father-“ she took in a sharp breath at the thought of him, “none of us took it well and seeing her in that swamp, I just wasn’t ready for it.”
Sokka watched as she wiped a stray tear with her hand and was getting ready to say something to her before she continued speaking.
“But that wasn’t the worst of it. I… I touched her shoulder so I could see her face for the first time in so long, I wanted to make sure I still remembered it you know? But when she turned around it wasn’t her anymore.”
There were lots of tears falling down her cheeks now, as she remembered what she’d seen, but she continued telling the silent boy beside her, hoping that talking about it would make things easier.
“Instead of my mother it was a man who I… hurt a few years ago. It’s the thing I’m most ashamed of and it was why I left the Fire Nation actually, it’s just seeing his face and remembering what I did, even though at the time I didn’t want to, it was just too much.”
She sniffed turned to look at Sokka again, scared but curious as to how he would react to her admission, even if it wasn’t a full admission, but she needed to know that he didn’t suddenly hate her.
He leant over and wiped a tear of the cheek closest to him, “Thank you, for telling me, I’m not sure it’ll make you feel better but the person I’ve learnt you to be is not someone who would willingly hurt others, so to me, you’re not a bad person, and this does not change that opinion at all.”
She hiccuped, feeling a small weight off her shoulders even if he did not know the whole story he didn’t think she was a monster and that was enough for now. She went to reply to him when their moment was broken by the arrival of Aang and Katara from their little adventure, happily chatting away and asking about lunch. Y/n gave Sokka one last smile, wiped away the rest of her tears and went to greet Aang, trying to listen to him whilst he spoke about a mile a minute about the animals they’d seen.
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That night, after dinner had been eaten and cleared up, there was, for the first time since y/n had joined the group, a nice and relaxed atmosphere surrounding the group and it stayed that way until they departed their small campsite the next day. Their break was over and now the hunt for Aang’s earth bending teacher was back on the schedule.
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I kept with the same prompt and let the wheel choose the five characters I created reactions for! I had fun with these and hope any of my Disney’s Ultimate Spider-Man fans do too!
Send ‘You, my bed, NOW’ for the character’s reaction of your’s wanting to sleep with them.
Danny
Danny’s intrigued and he does admire your confidence but he’s also a little put off by the forcefulness. It’s not that he doesn’t like you trying to instigate something because he will like the fact that you are showing your emotions and wants so openly. It’s just that he’d prefer a little bit more effort be put into something that Danny considers to be an almost spiritual thing. He doesn’t want sex to be an order that he follows. Like, even just adding a please to that statement to make it a question would have softened it enough that Danny would be more content with it and he’ll probably say something along those exact lines, just reminding you that please goes a long way.
Jack Russell
It would really depend on if you said it around others or if the two of you were alone together. If there are others around, even if they couldn’t hear the words you said to him, he’s definitely getting turned on by such a blatant invitation but he’s likely to just grin and laugh and say something like ‘there’s a time and place, honey, but when that time and place comes, definitely’. If the two of you are alone together, it’s a completely different story and he’s mostly just going to make it clear that, getting to a bed? Kind of a waste of time and really unnecessary for something that can be done right there and then.
Ben Reilly
His first reaction is to really just snap at you. He doesn’t take kindly to orders and while, yeah, you being so forceful is really fucking hot to him, he’s also not going to make things easy on you. He’s going to make you work for it or is just as likely to try to almost compete with you. I could see him saying things like ‘Who said you could give me orders, punk?’ or ‘No, you, MY bed, NOW’.
Adrian Toomes
It doesn’t matter how long Adrian has known you or how long you’ve been his partner. He could have been with you before so many times and he’ll still have the same reaction to a line like that as he would if you’d never shared a bed before. He goes quiet for a moment, and he does blush. He can’t look at you directly for a second and then he just mumbles out ‘are you sure?’. Because he really does have to check. He’s always so disbelieving of the fact that, despite there being so many better (at least in his mind) people you could have, that you really do want him. Please let him know that you’re sure, preferably through words, and he will happily decorate your bed.
Norman Osborn
Norman is never submissive. Not in his daily life, not in his business life, and not in his sexual life so this sort of blunt forcefulness and the hint of being ordered around is actually almost certainly not going to appeal to him and it’s not behaviour he wants to encourage in a partner. His reaction will largely depend on whether or not he’s in the mood for sex or not. If he’s not, his partner will just be met with a hard, almost disappointed gaze and a quiet ‘I’m busy right now’. He’d make it abundantly clear that he was not having that sort of bossiness in his life with just his tone, his facial expressions, and his body language as he let you know that any sexual needs you had at the moment were a you problem and that you should leave for then. If he was in the mood, though…let’s just say that his partner ends the night with a very red ass and a refresher on using your manners when asking for something.
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do you have any favorite dp or young justice fics you would recommend to your readership? or even fics outside of those two fandoms.
thank you! deathly weapons is one of my favorite things to read- and i especially love reading your meta on the subject- so anything you’ve read that you think is great/ has an interesting premise would be cool to see.
(Young Justice: Deathly Weapons)
💜🤍🖤 Thank you as well!
I’m always astounded and delighted when people tell me they're rereading Deathly Weapons or anything else I wrote. To me, one of the elements of a good story is it being something that you can return to, and it’s lovely to hear that I’m doing something right on that front.
(Also I’m just so humbled that you would give my story your time like that. I put a fair bit of my own time into Deathly Weapons, but that’s still a little piece of your life in return and it’s just… amazing.)
For me writing and meta are things that kind of ouroboros together. I tend to engage with stories in a very inquisitive/ interrogative way - I want to understand the characters/ events/ world it’s trying to create as well as the mechanics behind the curtain - and I have a special place in my heart for stories that were constructed with enough thought to reward that kind of curiosity. Which then reflects in my own writing and the behind-the-scenes planning work I do to make sure things hold up to inspection by other puzzlers.
3WD's Meta Collection
Danny Phantom
Maddie & Jack | Vlad | Tucker | The trouble with Sam (+ follow ups)
The Asexual Appeal | Reboot Thoughts | Ageswap AU
Young Justice Season 1 (and also DW)
Let’s Analyse the Light | A Different Take on Martian Bigotry
Actually Critical YJ Analyses
Masterpost | Invasion: a Detailed Dissection | Antithesis of Heroism
(Bonus Rhyme)
And now…
Fanfic Recommendations
This one is actually a bit of a challenge for me because I consume media (and analysis) quite widely across a lot of fandoms. I tend to draw eclectic inspiration from my whole ‘source-pool’ and its meta-patterns, so it’s hard for me to point to any one thing and say: ‘that specifically inspired part of DW’.
It’s also a little tricky because Deathly Weapons was partly inspired by me having some specific itches that I couldn’t find any stories to scratch. “People won't write the books I want, so I have to do it for myself” and so on and so forth. If you would like to make any recs based on DW then please do so, I would love to see them.
That said, my FFN Favourites and AO3 Bookmarks double as general recs lists - I tend to use my bookmarks/faves as quick-access for stories I want to revisit, so you can take anything on there as something I would potentially recommend to other people.
What I’d like to do now is give a more specific list of stories that are somewhat DW-adjacent or are doing interesting things with their premise/execution/characterisation:
Danny Phantom
Alibi (FFN) by MyAibou
Gen | Complete | Post series (no PP)
He was Dash Baxter. Football star. King of Casper High. The world was supposed to have been his oyster for at least another decade. So how did he end up in the basement lab of FentonWorks working for the dad of the kid he used to beat up in high school? And how far would he stick his neck out to protect that kid and whatever secret he was hiding from the government?
A Ghost Story (FFN) by Cordria
Gen | Complete | Slowburn mystery AU
Maddie finds a strange toy airplane in a field, and it leads her to learning some very interesting things about her family.
You know how I said I can’t usually point to something as direct inspiration for DW? This is one of the exceptions: Maddie’s realisation very much inspired Robin’s similar one in CH12: Answers.
What Little Girls are Made Of (AO3) by Haiju
Gen | Complete | Dani-centric reveal fic
Phantom and his younger double save Amity Park from a monstrous ghost, nearly destroying themselves in the process. The Fentons have always hunted ghosts; now it's time to save one.
Young Justice
Before we begin, I would like to share this AO3 filter I use for YJ fics published pre-2019. It won’t pick up any still-updating fics or older fics that might have migrated to AO3 since, but if you want to revisit what the fandom felt like before the Fire Nation attacked then this will come pretty close.
Age of Heroes (AO3) by VelkynKarma
Gen | Complete | Zombie Apocalypse AU
The apocalypse has come and gone and the Age of Heroes is long since over. There’s not much left to live for, but Wally’s never been one to give up without trying, and maybe there are still a few miracles—and heroes—left in the world.
The Fedora Verse (AO3) by itsxandy
Gen | Series | Complete | Villain!Wally Elseworld
Wally West is the newest, fastest thief in Central City. His biggest offense so far? Making crime look this good.
No One Said Flying Was Easy (AO3) by Wrtrmd2
Gen | Complete | Robin origin story
Eight year old Richard Grayson has just watched his parents fall to their deaths. Hurting and alone, he struggles to adjust to the new life he's thrown into. Bruce Wayne takes him in, but seems to have no idea what he's doing. Can they help each other put the pieces of their broken lives back together?
Morals (FFN) by WonderWalrus
Spitfire | Complete | CW: graphic depictions of violence
When a mission takes a turn for the worse, Wally is captured by Shadows and held captive in a secret base. Alone and afraid, he finds himself talking to the only person who will listen: the blonde archer guarding him who refuses to give her name.
Coming of Rage (AO3) by BlackFriar
Gen | Complete | CW: graphic depictions of violence
Batman is infected with rage, leading Robin and Kid Flash on a mad dash through Gotham to find the cure before Batman destroys either himself…or someone he cares about.
Danny Phantom x Young Justice (or Teen Titans)
Turning Tables (FFN) by Blackwolfhunting
TT x DP | Gen | Complete | Post TUE AU | CW: experimentation
When the Teen Titans face a new apprentice from Slade, what are they to do especially when this one can turn Invisible and hide from their sights. Though they receive surprising help that just might help reveal the mystery around this new apprentice and why exactly he hates one Vlad Masters' guts.
Shoutout to this as the first proper fanfiction I ever read and the one that started me on the path into fandom. If you’re wondering where ThreeWaysDivided began, you can look here. (I ask that you not hold it against them: they knew not what would happen and no doubt meant well).
Unfair Justice (FFN) by Daruku Janubu
DP x YJ | Gen | Discontinued |CW: Post-dissection fic
Within the cargo box of a missing truck, the team found something that would redefine their view on justice. For sometimes, believing you are doing what is right makes innocent people suffer; and sometimes, saving people's lives is not enough to make you their hero.
Not the first YJ x DP fic I ever read but this is the first one I remember really sticking with me. Warning for heavy content but lovely style. Also, coincidentally, by the artist who drew the cover which first enticed me into checking out Turning Tables. Because life, like fic, is sometimes very well written.
The Heart of a Hero (FFN) by Rookey
DP x YJ | Gen | Hiatus/ Discontinued | Post TUE AU
With the whole world blaming him for an accident that killed thousands, Danny Fenton finds himself living day-to-day in a rather peaceful city he thought to be widely overlooked by the Justice League. But the heart of a hero knows no bounds, and Danny finds staying hidden to be much harder than he anticipated; especially when Happy Harbor isn't nearly as "overlooked" as he thought.
Control (FFN) by nikodark
DP x YJ | Gen | Abandoned | CW: kidnapping & violence
Dick Grayson gets kidnapped a lot. A whole lot. We all know that tired trope. But this time he gets kidnapped by a ghost.
The Half-Finished, Half-Assed Guide to Being Half-Dead: By a Half-Ghost (AO3) by ItsyBitsyBatsySpider
DP x YJ | Gen | Ongoing
Dick Grayson is thrown into a world he didn't even know existed, with powers that he can barely understand, and Danny Fenton did not expect to become a ghost mentor when the Justice League came knocking on his door.
Red Eyes (FFN) by art-is-a-bang-yeah
DP x YJ | Gen | Complete | Post TUE AU | CW: abuse
During a benefit Bruce and his charge meet Vlad masters and his son Daniel, a boy with blood red eyes. When Bruce notices a few things seem off about the teen, he decides he should investigate and what he discovers is much darker than he thought possible.
Ghost of A Chance (AO3) by MirrorandImage
TT x DP | Gen | Complete | CW: PTSD & former abuse
At a financial gala, Robin finds a curious girl who only has one thing to say: "Tell Danny I'm alive."
Other fandoms and crossovers
E.Nigma Investigations (AO3) by Gh0stWriter, zorasublime (Dr_Skeletons)
Batman Elseworld | Gen | Series | Quasi-1940s Noir Mystery
Recently-reformed and even more recently-released from Arkham Asylum, Edward Nigma is struggling to find work as a Private Eye. A changed Gotham greets him; marred by the scars of a harrowing catastrophe that put real fear into the public and shifted the dynamic of the Rogues. Cobblepot is on the rise and, with the Joker leaving burned bridges in his wake, the city's underworld is more dangerous for Harley Quinn than she wants to believe. Police, doctors and former friends on all sides, suspiciously-specific fires breaking out in the slums and Whispers of something more horrifying on the horizon. What a time to try to go straight.
What the Cat Dragged In (AO3) by Kryal
Miraculous Ladybug x Early MCU | Gen | Complete
Tony's pretty sure it's written into cosmic law somewhere: superheroes are not supposed be cute.
Apparently, no one's told these two.
He’s okay with that.
They're Us (FFN) by Goldenbrook15
Young Justice x Justice League Unlimited | Gen | Abandoned
When Young Justice’s Team land themselves in another dimension by accident and then manage to escape the entire Justice League (who strangely don't know them at all) and flee into the world outside, Batman can only come to one conclusion, "They're us, from a different world."
Happytown (AO3) by TMBrown
Zootopia | Gen | Complete | Buddy-cop investigation
A special assignment leads Judy and Nick into a tangled web of history in Nick's childhood home, while Judy deals with the consequences of her fame back in Bunnyburrow.
Good Neighbors (AO3) by PitViperOfDoom
My Hero Academia | Gen | Series | Complete | Leverage AU
Sometimes you miss your calling, but that doesn't mean you won't find it again in an unexpected place.
the family brooklyn (AO3) by tactfulGnostalgic
Spider-man: Into the Spiderverse | Gen | Series | Complete
A series of fics set in the Spiderverse, about home and its variations.
Developmental Milestones (AO3) by audreycritter
Batman (comics) | Gen | Complete | OC Centric
Dr. Kiran Devabhaktuni is a neurosurgeon. He's the neurosurgeon that cut a tumor out of Bruce Wayne's skull.
At first, Dev was just coming around for tea with Alfred. But somehow he's now working as the doctor for the Wayne Family.
And the Wayne family? Also the Batman Family.
I don’t usually recommend OC-centric fics but Dev is one of the best support characters I have ever encountered. 10/10 very good Batdoctor.
Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach (AO3) by Nnm
Good Omens (TV) | Gen | Complete
As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:
--His clothing was expensive and stylish;
--He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;
--His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”
--He looked angry;
--He was wearing sunglasses.
What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?
Other media recs
Going to finish off with a little tangent (as is my wont). Sometimes I get the sense that Deathly Weapons is built a little different from the average crossover fic, and I think part of it is that I draw a fair bit of inspiration and stylistic influence from traditionally published media across a bunch of genres. Here are a few of those:
Works that directly influenced Deathly Weapons
The Millennium Trilogy
Book Series | Mystery/ Modern Noir | Trilogy | Complete | CW: MA15+
Millennium publisher Mikael Blomkvist has made his reputation exposing corrupt establishment figures. Enigmatic delinquent security specialist Lisbeth Salander is a genius computer hacker who tolerates no restrictions placed on her by individuals, society or the law.
They were men who hated women, and she was the woman who hates men who hate women.
This is one of my favourite mystery/ crime series and provided a fair amount of inspiration for DW in terms of structural, tonal and stylistic elements (especially in chapters like the Prologue and Phenomenon). People familiar with this series might recognise some direct stylistic homages in future chapters.
Trigger warning: This series deals heavily in subjects of bigotry (especially misogyny), abuse (personal, sexual and institutional) and violence against women, and includes explicit depictions and discussions. MA15+, reader discretion is advised.
The Kingkiller Chronicles
Book Series | Fantasy | Trilogy | Incomplete (2/3 Published)
I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.
My name is Kvothe.
You may have heard of me
One of my favourite fantasy series, and a big inspiration in terms of prose and style as well as some character dynamics. Fans may recognise direct homages in some of DW’s chapter titles, such as Roads to Safe Places and Ill-Lit Ships.
The Book Thief
Book | Historical Fiction | CW: War, Nazism/ Antisemitism, Death
It’s just a small story really, about, among other things:
a girl; some words; an accordionist; some fanatical Germans; a Jewish fist-fighter; and quite a lot of thievery.
I saw the book thief three times.
This book has my all-time favourite prose in terms of lyricism and imagery, as well as its ability to speak to loss and find beauty in the human condition even under horrific circumstances. I sometimes re-read it as part of preparation for writing emotionally heavy chapters like Roads to Safe Places, and fans might recognise some direct stylistic homages.
Avatar: The Last Airbender
TV Series (Animated) | Fantasy/ Martial Arts
In a war-torn world of elemental magic, a young boy reawakens to undertake a dangerous mystic quest to fulfill his destiny as the Avatar, and bring peace to the world.
What can I say about A:TLA that hasn’t already been said by a million other writers and story analysts? I certainly took some structural and emotional cues from this show and the discussions around it when planning DW’s overarching story.
Other ones you might like
I’m going to bundle Psychonauts 2, Leverage and Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse together as I have discussed them at length in another recommendation post but if you enjoyed any of the story flavours in Young Justice Season 1 then these will probably scratch some similar itches.
If you like young adult spy stories that are played more for tension/ intrigue than fantasy then you may enjoy the Alex Rider book series. I reread the first book, Stormbreaker, while working on the last third of the Black Gold mission.
The Bartimaeus Sequence is a very entertaining series of YA Urban Fantasy political intrigues featuring magic and demons, narrated mostly by a djinn who has some pointed comments to make about humanity. Those who like their Urban Fantasy with intrigue/ crime elements, villain protagonists and/or banter may also like the Artemis Fowl series (YMMV on the last 2 books, which were written later and somewhat divisive for their shift in style and focus).
Speaking of morally ambiguous intrigue-heavy Urban Fantasy, the Death Note manga is a fun cat-and-mouse murder-thriller between two ruthless strategists.
Fullmetal Alchemist is another deservedly well-renowned modern fantasy manga with mystery/ political intrigue elements, which has some broad-strokes overlaps with A:TLA in terms of structure, tone and general thesis on humanity.
Spiritfarer is a cozy indie management game about dying. This might seem like a bit of a dark horse offering but a major component of DW Arc II’s planned main character thread is about the journey through (and specificity of) grief. If that is something you enjoy then Spiritfarer is a concentrated dose of that in an exceptionally executed, insightful, gentle and touching form, with a gorgeous soundtrack.
Another dark horse offering coming in to land (heh) is Air Crash Investigations (also known as Mayday: Air Disaster), a documentary series about aviation forensics. As discussed here, it’s a very good example of fair-mystery style investigative storytelling grounded in human tragedy - especially from Season 11 onwards. Fair warning: if you have issues with planes or flying then you may want to tread carefully here.
And with that I think we’ll stop for now. Hope you find something you like in the list. Please feel free to add on any recs of your own!
#also shoutout to Keys to the Kingdom and Dragon Booster who I was knocked flat to realised parts of DW's climax/ending was riffing on#young justice: deathly weapons#young justice#danny phantom#fanfic reccomendation#fic recs#YJ fanfic recs#DP fanfic recs#YJ Meta#DP Meta#mygoldfishateit#3WD Answers
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dream smp warning cause i know most of you guys don’t wanna see me talk about the dsmp in a sincere way. i am talking about the dream smp finale. a very long post.
so i just watched the las nevadas ending and the tommyinnit dream ending and i… actually quite liked them both. i must say for the tommyinnit dream ending i had heard bad and did not have high expectations for it.
i liked that ending, but obviously i would’ve been fine with tommy killing dream for the last time and ending it with them, of course, still having problems, but extremely less so without dream. however, the ending we got really embodies the being of the dreamsmp, so i guess there’s not much more i can ask for.
we know that with the dsmp, every character has a story, and every character has a perspective, and who’s right or wrong depends on what perspective you’re viewing. we didn’t get to see dream’s perspective except for at the very beginning when he started the server, which i’ll just be honest, i’ve never watched any earlier in the dsmp than when tommy joined. dream went against everyone in the dsmp at some point, and no one got to see his pov.
now, just so we’re on the same page here, i still despise him. i don’t care what he’s been through, he’s still probably my most hated villain. understanding him was one of those things i’d always wondered about, so i’m glad we finally got to find out. and looking back on it, it makes sense. he’s always wanted, and i quote, “a big happy family.” and of course, tommy did start all the conflict, and it escalated from there, but what dream did was in his heart. he had that in him.
if the breaking point for both of them was, let’s just say, when tommy and wilbur started the camar van, tommy was just having fun, while dream saw it was causing conflict and wanted to remove it immediately. that’s how dream is with everything. he tried to remove the discs, he tried to remove l'manberg, and he tried to remove tommy, all while still trying to keep it in tact, because he’s trying to remove all the problems while still keeping people who like the problems happy. just like disney trying to appeal to homophobes and gay people at the same time, it’s not gonna work. dream couldn’t just live with it, not having his perfect life. he couldn’t withstand the smallest inconvenience. and he was willing to destroy anyone or anything to get his perfect life, where everyone followed his rules and everyone was happy with it. NO cdream apologist is welcome here.
however, i agree that he and tommy very well could’ve been friends. not then and there, though, oh no. before “the incident” as they have so lovingly dubbed, tommy made it clear that there was not a second when they were on the same side. i think that holds true in their final moments too. they understood each other, but they weren’t on the same side. i think what would’ve happened if there was no scratch is that tommy and dream would truce. not on the same side, not buddies nor pals. they just would not be messing with each other anymore. i wouldn’t have liked that, though. i wanted dream to die because if he was still alive, he would just keep doing what he was doing.
dream did die, so i’m happy with that. i don’t mind that tommy died too. what better way to go than with your sworn enemy after you just got to understand each other? and when they arrive in post-scratch dsmp, which we still don’t know how happened or why tubbo’s there and not punz, they do have a clean slate. dream doesn’t feel the need to have everything under control, not yet at least. tommy is still as mischievous as ever. (which goes to show that while tommy instigated everything, he wasn’t the problem.)
but what i like most about post-scratch dsmp is how they made it feel like, well, like you just joined a new smp with a bunch of strangers. of course, that’s not how it happened originally, and you usually don’t START an smp with strangers, but this is a special circumstance. tommy doesn’t even know who tubbo is despite knowing tubbo before the dsmp. i doubt anyone knows who anyone is despite many of them being in contact before the dsmp. who even knows if they remember ANYTHING that happened before the dsmp. since what happened to them before the dsmp IS important to their lore, i’d imagine they don’t remember.
the ending brings back those days of meeting new people on minecraft. i like to think the short conversation they carried out was done in the minecraft chat. they just had to stylize it by speaking since that leaves a bigger impact on the audience and is more natural by dsmp standards. the conversation was casual, awkward, short, sweet, and very minecraft-y. the “wanna build a base” as the first course of action selling that this is, in fact, a minecraft survival multiplayer server and not some big elaborate roleplay. and even though it fits right into the conversation, the “wanna be friends?” really knocks you back, as it’s supposed to i’m sure. it’s not a weird thing to ask, people who are just now meeting. yet for us, the people who have watched these two go at each other for two years, it does really seem impossible. my brain thinks, “this is very, very wrong. they would never be friends. and tubbo is right there, and they are not speaking.”
i know this might sound stupid to those who didn’t sit through it in real time. like, “duh of course it’s unnatural they were enemies just a second ago.” but i mean i really can’t see tommy and dream being friends. yes, they very well could’ve been, but i can’t see them as such. i can’t see dream being good at all. it is so bent in my mind that dream is a terrible person. i don’t want to see him being friendly. i don’t want to see tommy near dream. point being: if dream and tommy do become friends in dsmp 2, i don’t think my brain will allow me to accept it. if i even watch it to begin with, cause i got a lot of stuff going on. i always manage to get drug back into minecraft though, so who knows, maybe i won’t be able to keep my hands off of it.
thanks for reading all of this if you did. honestly i’m hoping they don’t make dream all good guy goodie two shoes because he definitely is not a misunderstood villain; he is a bad person. and resetting everything to make it where dream is an angel now makes it seem like all that happened pre-scratch wasn’t his fault (it definitely was). it sort of weakens what tommy went through and makes it seem like it was all circumstance fault even though what happened was definitely decided by a person who had a choice to do the right thing or to not, and that person chose to do the wrong thing and hurt people. instead, they can show how with tommy as a friend, he can overcome those destructive controlling tendencies.
ok i’m done now. for now.
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Revenge
Carla Dosa x Reader (kind of?)
[Author’s Note: My first writing piece for this blog! I love The Hex and I wish it had X Readers but it didn’t so I’m contributing. A lot of this has to do with my own interpretation so not everything here is canon! Also this can be seen as either romantic or platonic. Enjoy!]
You remember when times were a lot more simple. When you, Lionel, and Carla were little kids and your biggest problem was who got to play as which character in the video games you played together.
When Lionel first released Super Weasel Kid, he was a little sheepish. It was just something he did for fun yet it became so popular. You and Carla couldn’t help but be proud of him. Then the second game was released, then he sold the rights to GameFuna, then the third game was released.
You’re surprised that he didn’t forget you and Carla as he rose to fame. You’re starting to wonder if that was for the best though. At first you and Carla were ecstatic to work for such a large game company and have your little trio be reunited but things took a turn for the worse. You watched your small friend group fall apart as the arguing between Lional and Carla became more frequent. Unfortunately, you were always in the middle of these arguments. You hated having to pick a side when you still cared for both of your friends.
What used to be a fun job was now something that riddled you with stress. You thought about quitting several times but you didn’t want to leave Carla all alone or have Lionel snap at you like he did with his other employees.
It’s a late night at the office and you’re more than ready to go home and sleep off the stress of these daily conflicts. You stand up from your cubicle, making sure that everything is in your bag before you leave. You look over at Carla who’s hunched over her computer. You wish she didn’t push herself so hard but she was trying to prove a point to Lionel.
When he made his first female character, Chandrelle, Carla didn’t take it very well. She claimed that she appealed too much to the “male gaze” which was something you didn’t disagree with but didn’t comment on because you didn’t want to be apart of their drama yet again. To counter Lionel, she was making her own female character which she named Sado. Ever since then it’s like Carla was glued to her chair. She didn’t want to do anything else other than develop this character.
“Ah, Y/n.” Carla calls out to you as you pass by her cubicle. She looks tired, her eyes reflect the light of the computer screen. Despite her disheveled looking appearance there’s a victorious smirk on her face. “Look at the progress I’ve made. I got Lionel this time.” You really don’t want to be wrapped up in more drama but Carla’s behavior is starting to worry you.
You walk over to see what’s on her computer screen. You lean in closer, squinting because the screen is so bright and because you’re trying to figure out what the hell you’re looking at.
It looks like the regular coding software that everyone uses but something is wrong about it. You haven’t seen those red things before.
“It’s experimental but I think it’ll be perfect, what do you think?” You don’t even know what you’re supposed to be thinking. You want to tell Carla how worried you are, that she’s taking her rivalry with Lionel way too far. Would she even listen to you if you expressed those concerns? “What is it?” You ask, confusion is evident in your voice.
Your reaction only makes Carla’s smile grow wider. “This is just an idea I…” She takes a moment to pick her words carefully. “Borrowed from Kaycee.”
You remember Kaycee, she wasn’t working on any of Lionel’s games but you met her at a mandatory work party. She was a little closed off but still cool to hang out with. She was working on another game in a different part of the building so you didn’t see her very often but you knew that her and Carla stayed in touch. That doesn’t make Carla’s words any less mysterious though, it wasn’t like her to be this cryptic.
You open your mouth to speak, to question Carla further but she interrupts you. “Kaycee told me a secret, something that can get us fired or even worse if anyone else knows about it. She found something in the game she was working on. It’s quite the game changer.” Carla turns back to her screen, her mouse moving to connect the hooks to the blocks and whatever those red things are. “I was able to replicate its likeness but I think it’s missing something.” She sighs, her face moving even closer to the computer.
You’re freaked out. You don’t know what she’s talking about but it can’t be good. You’re not sure what to do, do you tell Lionel? Kaycee? Should you tell HR that you’re worried about her? Would anyone even listen to your concerns?
Carla isn’t acting like herself and it scares you. You have known her since elementary school and you know that something is seriously wrong if she’s acting like this but what can you do about it?
You don’t know what to do. After that interaction you bid Carla goodnight and went back home. It was the cowardly option but what could you do?
You think about your choices, it’s either get Kaycee or Lionel involved or watch Carla destroy herself.
Carla’s revenge wasn’t worth it.
#The Hex#Carla Dosa#fan fiction#this might be a little cringe but oh well#It was fun to write#The Hex is my hyper fixation rn#Lionel Snill
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The Stars Collide - Chapter 6
This chapter starts with an interlude. Any theories on who the characters in the interlude are and what this means for the story? Afterwards is a chapter from Alastair's POV
CW: memory of sexual assault
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The scientist sighed. With the prince gone, she wasn’t making any progress on her project and all alternatives she’d tried had been dead ends. Time was ticking, and if she took much longer she would be in serious trouble with the Countess.
‘The Emperor needs your technology to work,’ she’d say.
The Countess had staked much on the scientist’s project. If she succeeded and the Countess could hand this over to the Emperor, he would marry the Countess and make her the most powerful woman in the galaxy. If she failed… the scientist would rather not think about the consequences.
Prince Charles’ death had truly occurred at the most inconvenient time. She had been so close to her breakthrough, but now that the prince was dead she’d lost access to his husband.
The scientist didn’t know why the stars chose who was born with powers. She didn’t know why all experiments to give similar powers to her test subjects had ended in disaster. She didn’t know why the process couldn’t be reversed, why the powers could not be taken away. For now, the scientist would have to rely on her gloves.
‘You have a message from the Countess, doctor?’ one of the lab’s guards asked.
‘She’s tired of waiting. Bring me Alastair Carstairs.’
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Cordelia stayed for dinner that night, and Alastair decided to help Cordelia cook a traditional Turanian dish he’d grown up eating. He loved being able to spend time with his sister again, but he was worried too. He got the sense that she suspected Charles had hit him and he wasn’t sure she’d let it rest. There were things Alastair would never want her to know, things he was deeply ashamed of. He would rather keep it all buried and he wasn’t sure if Cordelia would believe him if he kept denying it.
‘This is delicious,’ Thomas said. ‘I’ve tried some Turanian recipes before but I’ve felt I never quite got the flavors right.’
‘I’m no expert, but Alastair is a pretty decent cook,’ Cordelia said. ‘He learnt from the best. Our aunt Risa is a brilliant cook and she taught us. Alastair more than me, I never had the patience.’
‘I love to cook myself,’ Thomas said. ‘My mother taught me. You should come over more often, Cordelia and I’ll make you some of my mother’s dishes.’
‘I’d love to.’
Alastair liked seeing Cordelia and Thomas get along. She would be staying here for now, she’d said, and tomorrow she had plans to visit Lucie Herondale and ask her about a job piloting for her. Alastair was happy for her, he couldn’t picture Cordelia being happy in the military. He didn’t doubt it was because of Father that she’d joined. He’d been a war hero in his youth and Cordelia had always idolized him. But Father was not a good man and Cordelia was nothing like him. He wondered how much she knew. Alastair had done everything he could to keep Father’s drinking hidden from Cordelia, had allowed her to worship him. But that had been years ago, had she found out after he’d left?
Cordelia left to go to her own rooms after dinner, leaving Thomas and Alastair together in the living room, drinking tea. Alastair knew he should say something to Thomas, but he didn’t know what. He knew what had happened with Cordelia was an accident, but he was upset about it just the same. Should he apologize? He’d never been particularly good at apologizing.
‘I think we need to establish some rules,’ Thomas said.
‘Such as?’ Alastair asked, looking up from the book he’d been reading.
Most people nowadays read books on their screens, and while Alastair understood their appeal, he occasionally liked a physical book. Thomas had a big collection in his study and Alastair had picked out something he thought he would enjoy.
‘Who sleeps where, for a start. No smoking is important to me.’
‘Because of the genetic illness, right? Are there any symptoms I should know about, or anything you need help with?’
‘It’s called Familial Mediterranean Fever, FMF for short. Basically, I have episodes of fever, combined with joint pain that lasts about half a week. Now that I take medication for it, I’m not sick as often anymore, but I still have episodes every once in a while. I usually just call in sick and stay home when it happens, but I don’t need special care or anything.’
Alastair had never heard of FMF, but he guessed it was rare, considering it was a genetic illness. ‘That sounds like a difficult illness to live with. I’m trying my best to quit smoking, but I can’t promise I’ll never slip up.’
‘There’s not really any evidence smoking worsens my condition since it’s so rare, but smoking is bad for pretty much everything,’ Thomas said. ‘It does a lot more than just cause lung cancer, which I’d say is bad enough in itself. Is there anything I can do to help you quit? Maybe it’ll help to talk to Eugenia. She’d show you pictures of the grossest conditions you can get from smoking.’
‘No, thanks. So far, distraction helps. I tend to get restless when I’m craving a cigarette, but that wears off after a couple of minutes. What about sleeping arrangements? If you’re not comfortable sharing, I can take the couch instead.’
Alastair imagined Thomas wouldn’t be comfortable, that’s why he’d ran off last night. But while he wanted to keep the bed, he didn’t think that was fair to Thomas.
‘I can get an extra bed somewhere, I think, but according to aunt Charlotte it’ll be bad for us if people find out we’re not sleeping together,’ Thomas said.
Alastair nodded. Thomas was too repulsed by him to want to share a bed.
‘I’ll take the couch then,’ he said.
‘That’s not what I meant,’ Thomas said. ‘If it’s okay with you, I think we could share my bed. It’s big enough for both of us to stay on our own side. You don’t snore, do you?’
‘No, but I talk in my sleep sometimes,’ Alastair said. ‘If it ever wakes you up, try to ignore it. I just speak nonsense.’
‘Okay that should work. And if you want to touch me, please ask first.’
‘I didn’t realize it would be a problem,’ Alastair said. ‘I misjudged, it won’t happen again.’
‘Alastair, you do realize saying no is an option, right?’ Thomas asked.
Alastair cursed himself. He didn’t know why, but everyone was so concerned about him out of a sudden. Cordelia, which he guessed made sense after not speaking to her for six years. But Thomas too. He didn’t understand how such things worked in a marriage. And it was fine, Alastair could live with Thomas not wanting him. But with Charles, it had been different. Charles had desired him and Alastair could never have refused him. And Charles was a lot kinder when Alastair could satisfy him. Thomas had no idea what that was like.
‘Of course,’ he said stiffly.
‘Okay,’ Thomas said. He sounded unconvinced. ‘Is there anything you need from me?’
‘I’m fine,’ Alastair said.
‘You can take your time to think about it. But I think we both need to set boundaries if we want this to work. I can’t read your mind.’
‘Okay. I don’t like it when Cordelia gets hurt. I know it was an accident, but I don’t think you should spar with her again.’
‘Okay,’ Thomas said. ‘I don’t think we were well matched anyway. I also think we should put some effort into getting to know each other better.’
‘And how do you propose we do that?’
‘I’m still working on it,’ Thomas admitted. ‘But I was thinking going on activities together. I can show you things I like to do, and you show me things you like. Something like that?’
‘Okay,’ Alastair said.
Thomas was an early sleeper, it turned out, he went to bed far earlier than Alastair did. He did consider going to bed too, but he knew he’d just lie awake for hours with nothing but his thoughts. He’d rather continue reading the book. Thomas had good taste in books, Alastair didn’t know many of them but most were books featuring queer characters like them.
When Alastair finally felt sleepy, he quietly changed into his pajamas and joined Thomas in the bed. Thomas was right, there was plenty of space left for him. He tried to keep the book he’d been reading in his mind, but instead his thoughts started to wander as they always did. He wanted to keep the past in the past but with his memory that was impossible sometimes. He didn’t know why he’d been losing control lately. He didn’t know why he remembered every day of his life since he was three years old except one.
He couldn’t help but fall back into Charles’ grip. Alastair just missed him so much. At least that was what he kept telling himself. The truth was, part of him was relieved he was gone. Charles had been right all along, Alastair was an awful person. There had been times he’d wished Charles was dead and now he’d gotten what he wanted.
He was brought back to his and Charles’ wedding night. It had been nothing like last night with Thomas, but Alastair wasn’t so sure if that was a good thing anymore. He had stayed late with Charles at the wedding, speaking to everyone Charles had deemed important until it was time for the two of them to leave. Alastair hadn’t known the particulars of how such things worked, but he had known the expectations Charles would have for the wedding night. Alastair didn’t know why that memory scared him so much. Charles had still been gentle back then, assuring him it would be alright and that he didn’t have to be scared. And yet the memory made him feel sick to his stomach and he needed to get out of here.
Alastair could still feel Charles’ hands on him, and he told himself he missed this. He missed this side of Charles, who could be gentle and patient with him in a way he hadn’t been the last couple of years. Perhaps it was what had happened after that made him so repulsed by what was happening to him in this memory, perhaps it was the knowledge that Charles’ gentleness would not last much longer.
He tried to fight it, but the memory’s hold on him was so strong. He needed out, someplace far away from Charles, somewhere he would be safe. He needed to be in bed beside Thomas, who might find him hideous but would not touch him without asking. Resisting the memories was a new thing he’d learnt to do not long ago. He wasn’t sure how it worked exactly, but sometimes he could change what he did while reliving. Instead of lying on the bed and letting Charles touch him, he pushed Charles away and ran out of the room. It was just a memory, he told himself. He couldn’t change the past, nor his own memories of it, but he didn’t have to relive it.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’ Charles said.
For a moment Alastair considered to just go back to Charles and say he was sorry. Sometimes it was easier that way, to stop resisting and accept what was to happen. But this was a memory, he knew that. Charles was dead. Why not find a safer place for him to rest? So Alastair did something he’d never dared do before. He opened the door of the bedroom and stepped outside.
He had no idea where he was when the door disappeared behind him. Not his memory, that he knew for sure. The forest was lush and green and Alastair didn’t think it looked anything like the forests he’d visited on Turan. He had never been here. But then where was he? Whose memory was this? He tried to get out, but his magic didn’t respond. What was going on? Had he trapped himself into someone else’s memory?
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#Alastair Carstairs#Thomas Lightwood#Thomastair#Cordelia Carstairs#The Stars Collide#the last hours#tlh#fanfiction
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a question, people of any color can read your fanfics right? it's not hate, it's just that in your panels some of your fanfics have white girls but we know that's just to show the character, your writing is amazing, but it's just a doubt.
Hi!
The short answer is that everyone can absolutely read my fics! I hope and encourage anyone and everyone who finds my crazy stories appealing to give them a try! I try to make my Readers as inclusive as possible while still telling a story. It’s my hope that everyone can put themselves in my Reader’s shoes and enjoy the ride! I do have some stories with OCs but they are labeled accordingly.
Thank you for sending this question in! I’ve never been asked this before but I thought it may come up and I had something about it in my masterlist. I’m so glad you asked me though because I’ll elaborate more here.
This is from my Masterlist:
A note on graphics/headers/moodboards. Although I try very hard to make RC’s as physically vague as possible, I make moodboards and headers for myself. I hope that everyone is able to picture themselves as my RC’s, and like everyone, I too do the same and picture myself when I read and write. I understand if this makes a story unappealing to some readers, and if this is the case, please pass on my stories. I make graphics exclusively for myself and to please myself. Images of women in graphics are not representative of how an RC is described or portrayed in my stories.
Early on, I did graphics differently and got a lot of negative hassle over it with people wanting X or Y or A or B in them, or they wanted to exclude things I like, which were usually things like edits of characters instead of pics of them from the movie or guns or weapons, etc. So, I just decided that I could either make them very basic or just make them for me, I chose the latter. Like the saying goes, It’s impossible to make everyone happy, but pissing everyone off is easy lol!
Now, it’s just a stupid little thing I do for me because I have fun with it. I have a whole folder of them on my phone and tons for random ideas and fics that only exist in my head lol!
I try very hard to make my Readers as physically vague as possible. I think I’ve gotten better at it and certainly more conscious of it over time. The characters that I’ve written the most are Flip, Jacques, Kylo, and Mills, and I’m as sure as I can reasonably be that there’s nothing that’s a physical turn off in my fics for those guys. Some of the other characters that I haven’t written for in years may have some mistakes in them that I never went back and fixed.
If you do read my stories and see any physical descriptions that take you as a reader out of it, please let me know. If I have screwed up in trying to make readers physically inclusive, I’d like to know to fix it and hopefully avoid it going forward. The only caveat to this is that I always write the male character as being big, tall, and stronger than the woman. This could potentially exclude very tall women. But I maintain that every man I write will be able to pick his woman up and manhandle her and carry her around. He could do that to The Rock too if he wanted lol.
I say ‘physically’ vague because I do want someone of any ethnicity to be able to read my stories and see themselves, but I do frequently give my readers a lot of character and some of their actions and/or behavior obviously might not work for everyone’s unique personality. I’ve had people who were very shy and introverted tell me they couldn’t relate to my Readers because they tend to be very outgoing, which is fair. I try to write Reader’s personality to fit with the story and make it genuine, and personalities vary hugely between people, so I can see how not every person relates to every sort of personality.
I don’t usually do graphic requests, but if you do end up giving my fics a try and find any you like, I’d be happy to make a custom moodboard/header/graphic/whatever for you for a one or even for a few of my fics with any person of any size, shape, or color you like. Except for Reylo lol. I don’t go there.
I want everyone to feel welcome here and I hope that you do! If you do give my stories a try, I hope you find some you enjoy! Please read the warnings on my fics before reading them as I tend to do some themes with horror and violence.
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Heyo! Could I request the Demon Bros + Solomon reacting to a MC who's put together, mature, and kinda cold on the outside, but once you give her like any affection (it could literally just be like a head-pat or a hug), she lets out something like a squeak/yelp and turns beet red? If not, that's fine. Have a great day/night/etc. :)
Hey hey! Hope you are having a nice day too honey :) How could I say no to such a request?
Obey Me! Brothers + Solomon reacting to a mature mc that’s shy with affection
Warnings: none, fluff, slightly suggestive?
A/N: Sorry this is so late-
-He respects you and the way you keep yourself together, unlike his brothers.
-After all, he's basically the same way.
-Though, your cold responses can be upsetting.
-Here’s where it gets interesting. He falls for you and begins to think of ways to approach you.
-He decided on a more simple way of showing affection.
-One day, you’re telling him about your most recent test scores.
-“Hmm. Good job MC. I will say I’m quite impressed.” He pats your head.
-You fall silent as your face grows red.
-“Hm? What’s wrong, MC?” He smirked at the sudden change.
-“N-Nothing..” you rush out the room.
-“How cute..”
-He keeps that moment locked in his mind for a later time.
-In the beginning, he thought you were no fun because of your nature.
-But then he got to know you and realized you’re not that bad, just more mature than most.
-“Hey uh MC.. ya think you could help me with this?” Referring to his homework.
-“Huh? Oh. Sure, I guess.”
-You show him how to work out the problem. He sits to the left of you, actually watching.
-When he finishes that problem, he goes to point to another, setting his right arm on your left shoulder as his other is going to point to it.
-You squeak a bit at the sudden touch.
-He blushed, whipping his head over to look at you.
-It’s the first time he’s seen your usually stoic expression crack.
-He literally fell for you right then and there.
-To him, he didn’t mind your attitude and maturity.
-Honestly, it was somewhat alluring.
-You’re sorta like the badass anime characters he sees on his favorite shows.
-One night, you two were in his room playing games (which to his surprise you liked- he just couldn’t tell by your cold front).
-“So what do I do here?” You ask him when you got stuck on one part of a game.
-“Oh- here press these.” He puts his hand over yours as he guides yours. He was blushing while doing it.
-Meanwhile, your face went beet red at the contact.
-His eyes flicker up to yours and he realized that you were.. blushing?
-“O-Oh. I’m sorry!” He apologizes.
-“It’s fine..” you say, your voice cracking a bit.
-It’s a core moment in his life from now on.
-At first, he thought you were just another copy of Lucifer.
-Until he became attracted to you and your smarts.
-He wanted to make moves but how could he decide one when you’re not showing what you like and what you don’t?
-Oh well. He’s going to try somehow.
-He’s talking about books with you. You’re sitting in front of him as you go on about the recent book you read.
-He puts his left hand on your knee, trying to signal he was listening and also to try and make somewhat of a move on you. He’s smiling at you too.
-You yelped a bit when his hand got to your knee.
-“Oh? MC what was that?” He asks, intrigued.
-“U-Uhm..”
-Now your face grew hotter at him mentioning the change in behavior.
-“Good to know.” He teased. He’ll take note of that for another time.
-Big on affection so it was fate that he would find out that your cold exterior had something behind it.
-It wasn’t long before he wanted to show affection to you because even if you were sorta cold, he thought you were appealing.
-So, he planned his “attack”.
-He gave you a hug from behind and you looked like you were going to burst.
-You squeaked in surprise and also because of him hugging you.
-“Aww you’re so cute!! I just knew there was something behind that coldness of yours!!”
-You just sat there blushing a whole lot.
-Now he hugs you everyday, yearning to see and hear your reaction.
-Beel is like Lucifer’s right hand man, so he’s used to your attitude.
-Though, he likes when you reminded him not to eat so fast so he doesn’t choke.
-Or when you can’t help but wave back to him when he waves at you.
-He honestly did enjoy your presence in general.
-There was a time where you walked into the kitchen, seeing Beel looking for some food.
-He asks you if you could make some more of the food you made earlier that day.
-“Sure.”
-“Really? Thanks, MC!” He pulls you in for a hug.
-You let out a sound of surprise, as you start to blush.
-He didn’t notice at first. Until he pulled away.
-Let’s just say his heart skipped a beat at your expression.
-He’s somewhat cold too, especially when you first met him.
-Even with that, you two got along.
-There was one time where he was so tired he fell asleep next to you.
-You were next to him, so in his sleep, he had wrapped his arms around your waist.
-An unexpected noise left your lips close to a squeal.
-His eyes opened to look at you. He felt a little giddy inside at the break in character.
-“Mm.. MC, just stay here for the night..” he says sleepily a small smile tugging at his lips.
-Though, he won’t forget the expression on your face that night.
-He has dealt with his fair share of people like you, but he’s kinda like Asmo when it comes to touch.
-He really wanted to get to know you since you’re a fellow human in the exchange program.
-There was a festival going on, and Solomon basically begged you to go because you said you would. (Well you didn’t say anything but he took that as a yes-)
-Of course, there was a large crowd.
-The place he wanted to go was through the crowd of people, so he grabbed your hand and lead you with him.
-He wouldn’t want you to get lost, now would he?
-He didn’t predict what would happen next.
-Your face turned a pretty rose color and you let out a small (but audible) squeak.
-His heart swelled, realizing he made you like that.
-“Adorable.” Is all he said, before taking you to the place he originally wanted to go to.
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Reqs are open!
#smols anons <3#obey me x reader#x reader#fluff#obey me#obey me hcs#obey me fluff#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me levi#obey me asmodeus#obey me Solomon#obey me belphie
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Ooh, requests are open??
Could I request a fic of Moon (FNAF) being a playful/teaser ler with male (or neutral) reader? I haven't been able to find many of him 🥺 👉🏻👈🏻
No worries if not tho 💜
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I give up from trying to write mini-fics sdfghjdfghj I got really excited with this because!! It's been such a long time since I wrote a xreader fic and I never tried to make it a tickle fic before so yaaaaay! I really hope you like this! <33
I went for the neutral gender reader. Around 3.000 words. Can be viewed as platonic or romantic. No proofreading so some parts can be a bit confusing. Have a nice week :D
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“Are you having fun, yet?”
The sudden raspy, robotic voice probably would scare you if it wasn’t the third time Moon questioned the same thing, his voice coming upwards and not so far away from your spot, showing that he decided to test the metallic cabs this time. You sighed, half exasperated, half amused as you took another sharp turn, ducking behind and under a few tunnels from the playground in hopes of throwing him out of your back. Finally opting for crouching under a yellow slide, you squinted at the animatronic as he headed the opposite direction of your hidden spot, trying to not step on a bunny plushie forgotten there - probably another squeaky toy, those seemed to be appearing just about everywhere these days. - Maybe Moon’s heat vision was malfunctioning? You made a mental reminder to come back to this later after all the tests were over.
Of course, if your superior knew that the way you both decided to conduct the tests to see if his new updates were running smoothly and correctly was through a series of games that somehow came to a heated Hide and Seek in the dark, you knew you would be listening a lot from her. However, how could you shut down Moon’s excitement by forcing him to repeat previously cataloged movements and answer thousands of redundants questions about ‘Are you having any problems staying still in the air? Spin non stop for one minute. Are you having any problems to stay still now? Spin non stop for two minutes changing from going from left to right and vice versa at every twenty seconds. Are you hav-’.
Yeah, you couldn’t exactly blame the petulant scoff that left the calmer daycare attendant when he read the first page of the tests, just as you couldn’t find in yourself any regrets for letting you to be dragged to his shenanigans when that gaze - usually so bored or tired - stared at you with a new chaotic light.
That is how you ended up in this situation, eyes following the blue form of Moon as he moved across the play area with his new suspension cabs, jumping on the playground to look inside the tunnels and around the climbing structure before floating in the air with a few pirouettes, probably enjoying the feeling of the exciting freedom that came with his new update.
The new system was created in an attempt to attract more kids and make Moon an even more visually more appealing character for the younger ones - who would, as consequence, convince their parents to spend more and more in marketables and tickets on the Daycare - since they have been receiving complaints from clients of how much ‘strict’ and ‘uncaring’ - especially for the kids who refused to respect the, as Moon himself proclaimed, sacred Nap Time - the night themed animatronic was with the children.
It was kind of sad, really, that those guardians focused so much on Sun's excited and energetic demeanor and declared that was the only one personality fitted to take care of kids. How they ignored the way Moon would create a schedule every day before the shopping opened so every kid would have a chance to choose a book to read during storytime, how they failed to notice the way he would make different voices for each character even when changing the tune and timbre of his chatterbox didn’t came naturally to him, or even his careful and kind - even if a bit sharp around the edges - actions was when the young ones had a nightmare and he immediately went to comfort them. Just a bit more of attention, or mayhaps just care, and any parent would see how a few shy kids, when the daycare was about to close and guardians waited in a fan of emotions to pick their child and take them home, shuffled closer to Moon and tugged his clothes, thanking him for spending time with them or handing back his noise canceling headphones.
Instead, plenty of clients and even employees kept throwing annoying comments, trying to jab an inexistent rivalry between both of the daycare attendants, receiving back a witted answer from nighthemed robot or an overly excited passive aggressive comment from the day themed one, who would never pass a chance to protect his brother.
So, yeah, you’re not about to deny him a few more minutes having fun with his new update
Besides, the prospect of being able to grab insufferable, careless guardians who shouted complaints at the flickest, stupidest things and throw them far away would be good for Moon’s general health, you’re sure. Not that he would ever do that - or at least you hoped he wouldn’t. Way too much paperwork to even be worth it, - but the fact that he would be able to could bring the true peace to his grumpy heart.
Going back to the present, a quiet chuckle left your mouth as you wrote down a few observations on almost the finished paper you needed to hand to your superior on the next day. Hopefully the support team wasn’t going to have too much work to make the necessary corrections you pointed out. If everything kept occuring well, the daycare attendant would have his new mean of transport in no time.
A cold feeling ran down your spine.
You couldn’t hear the metallic clicking sound of the animatronic moving around anymore.
Mentally cursing your distraction you moved just the slightest from your hiding spot, just to be able to take a better look at your surroundings, a strange chill running across your bones. There was always a strange sensation of electricity and wariness that accompanied childish objects when they were bathed by darkness and complete silence, an aspect that plenty of horror movies liked to play with and that had some scenes of the said ones start to play in front of your eyes. You wrinkled your nose, perhaps you should tune down the whole watching scary movies for a bit.
Another chill danced in cold waves across your nerves, leading the hair in the nape of your neck to stand and an invisible force to turn your head upwards, almost colliding with Moon’s face, which dangled - just like the rest of his body - a few centimeters above you. Even if he didn’t have the need to breathe, you could almost be sure a puff of air hit your features when the aforementioned opened his mouth, a pleased grin on his face.
“Found you. ~”
Things happened way too fast after that.
A blink and you stumbled to be in your feet.
A blink and the animatronic had to quickly retreat to not be headbutted.
Blink. You were running, excited giggles filling the air. Blink. You heard a soft ‘thump’ behind you, followed by quick footsteps. Blink and you impulsioned yourself forward, fuelled by the sinister snickers that got closer and closer to you.
Blink and something made you lose your ground.
A high pitched squeak echoed as your body fell to meet the cold floor of the daycare, your eyes catching a glimpse of something rubbish for a piece of seconds.
Those fucking cursed squeaky toys-
Before your body could hit the ground, however, a pair of hands firmly held your sides, fingers pressing on the spot in order to pull you back to a standing position with no further nor hidden intention, only a helping action to prevent a friend to so said one wouldn’t have to deal with an injure in the end of the shift.
Your nerves, on the other hand, didn’t quite understand the whole ‘just helping a friend’ ordeal, probably a indirect consequence of having so much adrenaline running high in your veins, and the moment those cold fingers found your waist and lightly squeezed it, a ticklish shock exploded across your frame and another squeak floated in the air.
His reaction was immediate.
“Are you injured?” Suddenly his touch was much lighter, fingers tapping the flesh with care, previously game already forgotten as a buzzing sound behind you showed that Moon was using his scanner to look for any bruising. It would be very sweet, really, to see such grumpy animatronic being so gentle. If all the gentleness and worrying didn’t make his touch so soft it left a trail of tickly tingles blossoming and spreading in spirals across your torso.
A wobbly tune took over your lips. Oh, no.
“I-it’s nothing!” Your voice trembled a bit when his fingertips pressed your lowest rib, tapping from left to right over and over again in a methodical manner. A part of your soul thanked the small mercies of life for Moon not being able to sense the warmth growing stronger in your face when a spot that was way too close to your belly had you letting out a quiet gasp and squirming away from the offending hand. “Really. It’s, it’s totally fine!”
“You know you shouldn't be moving around if you are hurt, independently of the gravity of the bruising.” He huffed in exasperation, ignoring your words and letting his other hand adjust its grip so it could still hold you in place as he focused on his analysis. You had to use all your strength to not shy away from the check up, and it definitely didn’t help that he kept poking and poking your ribcage in totally random patterns. Was he looking for cracked ribs? How did he think you could possibly get cracked ribs from playing hide and seek? “You should have warned me the moment you got the injury. Just wait until I tell this to Sun, he will get your ass.”
“Watch your f-fucking language.” You chided him halfheartedly, an old joke you both had and which none could quite recall when it started. “We need to finish your tests, come ON!”
Your hand flied to your mouth the moment the giggle came out, trying to unsuccessfully muffle it. For a second, everything became quiet.
Moon’s faceplate clicked, slowly turning to stare at you, his index finger and thumb pinching your side again only to be gifted with the same reaction. Your other hand latched on his wrist, trying to push it away from the ticklish spot, knowing very well there was no possibility that he didn’t put the pieces for the puzzle together with the way a smile peaked from behind your hand. There was no way of this being possible, but you could almost swear you saw a glint of mischievousness gleaming on his eyes.
“Oh my, oh my…” His chuckles were quiet and low as he got closer, his head bobbing from one side to another just like he always did when he was feeling playful. “You wouldn’t happen to be a bit… sensitive, would you, human?”
You felt more than saw his hands becoming claw-shaped before starting to slowly - incredibly, unbearably slowly - spidering upwards, fingertips spreading wide enough to vibrate on the ribs and in between them. Giggles began to shake on your chest, pilling up as he found a rather sweet spot right in the back of your highest ribs.
“What, no answer?” You shook your head and tried to at least keep your composure by shoving your face on your shoulder and stop staring at those piercing gaze. Moon only tilted his head, searching for your eyes again while pulling you closer, his hands worming their way under your arms. “Aww, and why not? Is someone quiet all out of sudden because I discovered a little tickly tickly ticklish secret?” His fingertips pressed a bit more firmly on the skin, scratching and scribbling on the spot. “Hm? Are you feeling a bit shy right now? Because I discovered that you’re a very wiggly-wiggley giggly bug? Hm? Is that it?”
You attempted to push him away again, squirming and feeling titters escaping from your tight pressed lips when he easily followed your movements, way too much excited with his new discovery to let you escape so easily with your halfheartedly struggles.
"Come on, you know you will feel much better if you just let yourself go and laugh your heart out. Here," in a blink he twisted the hand you were holding to, bending the metallic joints unnaturally and making you let go before he turned the tables and got a gentle grip in your own hand, pulling it above your head. "I will even be nice with you and leave your poor, defenseless armpit alone for now! Instead, my fingers are going to be having a little walk riiiight here…" he tapped your palm, "and only when I finish this path I will give this sensitive spot riiight here" a quick poke on your underarm fished a muffled yelp "some attention. Sounds good?"
Maybe it was the previous adrenaline talking louder, leaving your nerves jittering and a sensation that you could take anything. Maybe it was because it's wasn't often you saw Moon being so playful and it's been a time since you had so much fun. The thing is, suddenly you found a fire sparking in your soul, flames and determination filling your actions as you turned to stare at the daycare attendant with a grin, lips parting, words flowing and:
"I am not even ticklish."
Note to self: maybe coming up with a good, defying answer when your fuzzy brain is still bewildered by phantom sensations is not the best of the ideas.
Moon only seemed to get more joyful with the challenge, his deep chuckles now shaking his entire frame. "Not ticklish? Is that right?" He made a show of wiggling his fingers in the air just a few inches from your side - barely touching, barely grazing - and feigning an attack just to pull himself back when you squirmed, a snort flying in the room.
Your eyes locked again. You gulped and shook your head, because how much worse could this get. "No. Not ticklish at all."
"So there wouldn't be any problem if I decided to explore a little bit, yes?"
"We should call it a day. My shift already en-" The protest was cut by Moon placing his index finger on your wrist teasing the spot there with a few scribbles before moving on to your forearm, drawing shapes and leaving spirals on every inch of skin available.
It was such a soft feeling, so light and simple and it should be illegal the way it left tickly shocks spreading across your nerves and it seemed to make your entire torso ten times more ticklish.
Involuntary, you felt the smile in your face grow bigger.
"Ohohoho, I had an idea! Since we're having so much fun we should play a game. ~"
He stopped by your elbow, giving it a special attention.
"Are you not going to ask me what game it is? Aw, such a pity. It's a very famous thing with all the young humans and, well, I even considered giving you your freedom if you won it. But it doesn't matter now! I think I will have to settle for tormenting those tiny helpless spots, then." The animatronic poked your belly button, making your legs wobble a little. "Your knees seem a bit lonely… maybe we can fix it."
"Wait, no!" With a shove you managed to get out of his grip, quickly putting a few steps between you and that hoarse, teasy voice that continued to whisper next to your ear. You both remained frozen, pretending to ignore the few giggles that succeeded in slipping from your mouth. Moon tilted his head, wiggling his fingers in your direction. "No. You mentioned a game. What is it?"
He beamed, eyes shining in a trickery playfulness. "It's rather easy, you see. One of my brother's favorites, actually. All you need to do is keep your arms up while the bomb is tickling, oh, I mean, ticking, and the moment it explodes all you have to do is just not laugh."
"If-" you snorted and bapped a hand of his away when it got too much closer. "If I win, then I am free to go and to get some revenge."
That made him stop, his head frozen in the middle of its bobbing, eyes squinting in suspicion.
You only grinned back at him.
"If I win," he said carefully, as if measuring the value of his words. "You will have to tell me your worst spot."
One million thoughts speeded through your mind, unhelpfully, as you analyzed your options.
“Deal.”
His grin came back at full force. With a fast spin your back collided with his chestplate (which was surprisingly soft for a robotic endoskeleton, did they put cotton between it and his clothes? It would definitely bring much more comfort for the kids when carrying them around) and he pulled your arms to lock fingers behind his neck.
“It won’t be too difficult for you, I presume. You’re not ticklish, afterall.” That damned low voice was back, right behind your ear, making a new wave of warmth blossom in your face. His fingertips pressed on your biceps. They were vibrating. That little cheater. “Remember: all you have to do is just not. laugh.”
Moon began to make a ‘chhh’ noise as his attack descended your arms, a muffled squeal trying to break your barriers when he added tiny sparks of electricity, really, really weak, just enough to hit the muscle and tickle like hell.
He stopped right at the top of your armpit.
You held your breath, arms trembling, squirming to protect the vulnerable spot.
“BOOM!”
But it was wasn’t the sudden noise breaking the previously quiet atmosphere that made you jump, it was the unfair, illegal, unjust, evil surprise attack on you hips, fingers drumming on the flesh and leading to a shriek to leave your lips, a buzzing raspberry being placed on your neck being enough to crumble your will and result in peals of laughter spilling freely from your barriers.
“CHEHEHEATER!”
“For not tickle-tickle-tickling your armpits, blushy toy? Let me fix this mistake, then.” And now there were hands digging on your underarms, poking and scratching and changing their target to your ribs or belly when you were just about to get used to the feeling, his excited giggles mixing with your snorts and squeals, dancing together in the air.
"Don't worry." He said, scanning you again and smiling a tad more softly when, just like his first scan, the results came back showing high levels of dopamine and oxytocin, not a trace of discomfort in your features as your loud laughter filled the daycare. "We will stay here for hours and hours until a certain Tickle Bug finally admits how ticklish and giggly they are. Now, let's have some fun."
#the game is inspired in a prank I heard about sdfghjksdfgh#Ler!Moon#Ticklish!Reader#Lee!Reader#fnaf sb tickles#Kanene's requests#Kanene's fic#oh my I feel a bit silly sdfghjudfgh first time writing this kind of fic. So cool but also a tad keysmash#Kanene's askys#Moon!anon is precious#Thank you a lot for your request!#It was v fun to write#:DDD#Ler!Moondrop#Kanene's fanfic#xreader#fnaf sb tickling#I did my best to not use any pronouns but I ended up writing a 'they' in the end. oh well
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