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Ovulate. | w. maximoff

summary: in which wanda wants to try for a family.

warnings: top!wanda, smut, cumstrap, forced breeding, manipulation, dubcon, bondage, fingering, oral, i want to have wanda’s children, wanda please get me pregnant, i would trash my birth control for you, did i say that out loud?

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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The conversation hadn't gone over as well as Wanda planned. It was something that had been on her mind for weeks, and when she sat down and finally told you she wanted to start a family, your reaction wasn't entirely what she had expected.

You didn't explicitly say that you never wanted to have kids. In fact, you eventually reiterated that you did want kids eventually, after the shock of Wanda's sudden admittance had faded away. You told her that you were just unsure and didn't want to commit to such a big decision yet. While you were surprised that Wanda had told you this desire of hers, it wasn't an unseen forthcoming.

Wanda had made it clear to you through several bouts in the bedroom over your time together that she had a breeding kink. From filling you up with fake cum straps and whispering in your ear how much she wanted to breed you as she fucked you, it was no doubt something she thoroughly enjoyed. You enjoyed it just as much, but you always thought it was just a sex thing, and not that Wanda actually wanted to breed you. The biological constraints between the two of you wouldn't allow Wanda's desires to be truly fulfilled anyways, or at least that's what you thought.

You didn't know that Wanda had been experimenting with the extent of her magic. She'd been mastering reality distortion and spontaneous creation as of recent, and after long sessions of experimenting while you were out grocery shopping or whatnot, she had managed to master something she had always dreamed of.

But she wanted to prep you up before she showed you her new trick.

While you were clueless about Wanda's discovery and subsequent plan, it wasn't hard to notice her change in behavior. A few weeks after the conversation about kids, she started being unusually sweet. Wanda was always a very nice and caring partner, but she started to go out of her way with gestures. It started when she came home from work one evening with a bouquet of pink and white orchids.

"What's all this?" you asked as Wanda carried the vase of flowers into the kitchen where you were making dinner. She smiled down at the bouquet and then at you as she brought them to you.

"Just some pretty flowers I saw when I passed the florist today," she casually remarked as you brought your nose to the flowers and sniffed.

"Mmm," you hummed, taking one of the petals and examining it. "Orchids," you recognized the flower. "How did you get these? They're not even in season."

"It’s a really good florist," Wanda said with an edge of humor in her voice, and you looked up at her for a moment, swearing that you saw something dancing across her eyes.

You gave it up to Wanda's relief, looking away as that fog of trusting innocence came over you again. "Well, thank you, babe. They're beautiful." You took the vase from her and leaned up to give her a kiss on the lips that she savored, before you went and placed the orchids on the center of the kitchen table where the sunlight would hit them every morning.

Wanda watched as you went back to cooking, but her eyes remained on the flowers. It was just another witchy thing she had learned—not only did she create the flowers with the bare crimson thread of her fingers, but they were purposed and fashioned to bring an air of fertility into the home.

What really put you off about Wanda's weird behavior was when she stopped having sex with you. She always gave an excuse, like she was tired or she was super busy with something. Wanda was never one to turn down sex, even a quickie in the middle of the night or before work in the morning. It was odd and offputting, and while you couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't attracted to you anymore, Wanda was only saving you so that her plan would be even more pleasurable when it came to fruition.

Wanda also started drawing you candlelit baths every night, giving you gentle massages to your feet and shoulders as you dozed off in the soapy water. She would even sing to you, eventually breaking out into a goofy voice that made you giggle. It was extremely relaxing, but whenever you'd ask her to go get you a glass of wine so you could relax even more, she would refuse and say that it would only give you a headache or make you feel hungover in the morning. You knew one glass of wine was not harmful in any of those ways, but whenever you insisted on getting up and getting a glass for yourself, she would press you back down in the water a little too firmly. You would simply drop the subject and let her continue pampering you, opting to trust that Wanda was always right.

She also found a new brand of multivitamins for the both of you to take, but when she'd bring you yours every night with a glass of water, you'd notice that the ones she took were a slightly different shape and color. You didn't really press it, though, and Wanda was thankful for your rather dumbly dismissive attitude because it even allowed her to swap your birth control pills for placebos without you ever batting one of your pretty little eyelashes.

The only time your curiosity was ever piqued was when you got your period. Wanda was even more helpful than usual, sitting beside you on the couch while you kept a heating pad over your abdomen. You were strangely hormonal, which was probably why you had taken a peek over to Wanda's phone screen that she was typing on while you two were watching a movie.

While your insecurities, given louder voices due to your emotional state, had expected to see her secretively texting someone, she was actually looking at some sort of calendar. She was selecting days of the month that happened to be the current week, and went her thumb went to press a button, you noticed it said "log period."

"What are you doing?" you questioned, and you nearly made Wanda jump out of her skin. Her phone fell to her lap as she looked over at you.

"What?" she asked as calmly as possible, but she was doing a very bad job at that.

"Were you logging your period?" you questioned, finally realizing that it was a period-tracking app.

"Oh," Wanda muttered, picking her phone back up. "Yes, I was." She cleared her throat and closed the app, and you noticed the screen slightly shielded away from you.

"You logged the wrong week," you chuckled, to which Wanda's eyes only widened. "Your period was last week. It's always the week before mine, remember?"

"Oh, right," Wanda breathed before giving a nervous, airy laugh and tucking her hair behind her ear, a telltale Wanda lie detector. You squinted your eyes at her and waited for her to correct her mistake in the app, but she didn't. She only placed her phone on the coffee table and smiled at you, taking your feet and placing them in her lap so she could massage them.

"Why are you acting so weird?" you questioned, feeling more nitpicky than you usually were.

"What? How am I acting weird?"

"Well, you kept asking me a few days ago if I started my period yet," you pointed out, something Wanda didn't think you had noticed. "And you just logged my period in your app, as if you're..."

You trailed off because with a discreet scarlet glow in Wanda's eyes, you suddenly felt super sleepy.

"As if you..." you mumbled, but your head was lulling to the side as you broke out into a yawn. You muttered incoherently as your eyes closed, and then you were asleep. Wanda rubbed your ankles gently and watched you peacefully sleep, feeling excitement well up inside her at what was to come.

Wanda was sure to act as normal as possible for the next week or so. You'd been super busy at work, but Wanda as supportive as all get out, doing everything she could to keep you stress-free. When the end of the week came around, you were so relieved to walk through your front door so that the weekend could commence, and you could truly relax.

As you set you bag down, you noticed a red rose petal at your feet. Your eyes lifted and followed a trail of delicate, dark red rose petals leading through the living room and towards the stairs. A small smile curled at your lips as you slowly followed the trail of flowers through the room and up the stairs as they led you down the hallway, scarlet-edged petals slightly curled like a beckoning hand. Of course, they stopped right in front of the closed bedroom door.

Pressing the door open, you were met with the bedroom dimly lit by rows and rows of candles. They were lined along the dresser, reflected by the mirror above it, sat atop the nightstands, and resting along the shelved headboard. You didn’t see Wanda at first, but when she emerged from the dark corner in the room wearing only a maroon robe, your eyes found her.

She was wordless, so you took a step forward. “What’s this?” you asked with a restrained smile and a tremulous voice. Wanda was known for her flashy exhibitions of love, but something this intimate was new to you.

A small smile rested on her lips and assured you as she approached you, hips swaying below her slim waist accentuated by the belt of her robe. From what you could tell, she was naked underneath.

“It’s for you,” she answered calmly as she rounded you, settling herself behind you and slinking her arms around your waist.

“Well, I’d hope so,” you chuckled, feeling a strange sense of nervousness as your eyes fell to the bed where the trail of roses landed and circled around at the floor.

Wanda pulled you against her, letting her chin rest on your shoulder. “Just something special,” she whispered. There was an unfamiliar tone in her voice, a steadiness of something yet revealed. It made your heart beat faster.

Her fingertips tickled your neck as she pushed your hair behind your shoulder. She pressed her lips against the side of your neck softly, her palms pressing flat into your lower belly. You glanced down and watched her stroke her thumb against your stomach gently.

You didn’t feel her hands at your back, but the zipper of your dress was being undone by what you could assume was magic. Then her hands moved to pull the dress down your shoulders herself, and she paused to leave a trail of kisses over your shoulder. You shivered at the feeling, and Wanda let her magic do the rest of the job in letting your dress pool at your ankles.

“Did you have a good day at work?” she asked, running her hands up your bare arms and moving them to the clip of your bra.

You had felt lost in the tranquility of her touch, brought back by the vibration of her quiet voice. “No,” you said simply, “But I’m glad to be home.”

“I’m glad you’re home, too, baby,” she said comfortingly, but you could hear a grin in her voice. When you turned your head to look at her, there was only that same small smile on her lips.

“Is there a special occasion today that I forgot?” you asked as the clip of your bra snapped open, the garment falling down your arms.

“No, there’s no special occasion,” Wanda lied in a whisper as she kissed the corner of your mouth softly. On the contrary, the special occasion was the marked day in her tracker app.

Her hands cupped your bare breasts followed by an intake of breath through your teeth. She massaged your tender flesh carefully, letting her fingertips graze over your hardened nipples and rub them in circles. You sighed and leaned your head back against her shoulder, humming in satisfaction.

Wanda’s mouth attached itself to your neck again, and soon enough her lips were beside your ear. “Get on the bed,” she whispered, and your knees bolted as you found yourself stepping towards the bed, turning to sit down on the edge.

Wanda’s eyes glimmered in content as she knelt, taking one heel off your foot after another. When the second heel was discarded, she brought your foot closer to her mouth and gently kissed the top of it to start a trail to your ankle. Her lips moved up to your knee, and the mere delicacy of them made you shiver. A sense of sleepiness brought about by the low lighting and her gentle touch lidded your eyes as Wanda made her way to your thigh, her hand finding your other one and squeezing it.

Wanda straightened to raise her eyes to yours, head slightly tilted as she examined you. “You look beautiful, baby,” she spoke in a velvety tone so soothing you barely noticed her pulling your panties down your knees. The compliment made you blush, but there was something gnawing at you about how sweet she was being.

“Thank y—“ you began, but with the twirl and the reddening of her fingers, a cloud of magic swooped you off the bed and laid you vertically on it, gently placing you down until your head rested on the pillow. You tilted your chin upwards to see the orange glow of the candles sitting on the headboard. What you didn’t notice before was that some of the orchids Wanda had got you were resting intermittently between the candles. Wouldn’t they have wilted by then?

Wanda stood and crawled onto the bed over you, her eyes shamelessly drinking in every inch of your bare body like it was her meal. Taking your inner thighs, she spread them so that she could place herself between them.

When the door of the bedroom that you had left open was closed shut by her magic, you jumped at first, but Wanda’s voice brought your eyes back to her. “I’m so grateful that you’re mine,” she spoke as she lowered, resting her arms under your thighs to bend your knees. “You’re perfect. You’re kind.” She kissed your inner thigh. “Sweet.” Another kiss, higher up. “Soft.” She gently bit your sensitive flesh, and you jumped at the feeling. Wanda’s jade eyes, darkened suddenly, looked to you with a smirk. “Accepting.”

The uneasiness growing in you was kept quiet by Wanda pressing her lips to your clit. She kissed it softly for a moment before opening her mouth to roll her tongue over it. You shuddered, your exposed nipples hardening further as she lapped at the pulsing nub.

An unknown question formed on your lips but was unable to materialize due to Wanda lowering her tongue to stroke it over your entire heat. Her gentle touches had brought a moisture in you that made her hum, and the vibration pleasured you.

“You always taste so good,” she remarked seemingly to herself as she collected the juices between your folds and savored it. Her hands wrapped around your thighs tightened as she pressed her tongue inside you.

Your eyes closed as Wanda curled her long tongue into you. You felt more sensitive than usual, feeling every inch of her expert muscle that tasted and pleasured you. Your hand came down to find her soft red locks of hair, embedding into them as she continued to eat you sensually.

When Wanda had her fill, she leaned up and licked the remnants of you from her lips, gazing upon your flushed face with a smile. She sat on her knees and bent yours up so that your feet were flat on the mattress, then moved her hand to you. She didn’t give you any warning before sinking two of her fingers inside you.

“Wanda,” you breathed as her long digits slid inside you with ease. You were fully wet by now, and Wanda watched your glistening cunt gratefully take her fingers.

As aroused as you were, there was resistance when she added a third finger almost immediately. When you whined a little, Wanda scolded herself for going too fast—she was just so excited for the main event.

“So tight,” she whispered as she changed her pace, going from slow pumps to hard thrusts. You were squirming now, the twinges of pain leaving you to bloom into pleasure. Wanda was focused on your pussy, biting her lip and adoring it as she fingered you.

As her fingers began to coax you nearer a climax, she stopped to fan them outwards inside of you, pushing against your walls. Pain resided in you, and you winced. “Wanda,” you pleaded.

“I’m stretching you out, darling,” she said, eyes entirely focused between your legs and her voice distant. “You need to be prepared,” she said quieter, and her slip up made your eyebrows sew together.

“Prepared?” you breathlessly echoed, and she stopped moving inside you. “For what?” Her eyes finally flicked to yours, her pupils swarming. Her face was darkened mostly but illuminated by what little orange hue the candles provided.

Wanda removed her fingers from you and brought them to the belt of her robe to slowly undo it, her eyes never leaving yours. When the silky robe dropped to the mattress around her, you took in her beautiful nude figure. It was nearly enough to wipe the question from your mind, but it was still pressing. Before you could repeat it, scarlet threads of magic flashed through her motioning fingers, and your eyes fell to her hips.

Through her magic, a strap formed on Wanda, larger and longer than anything you’d ever taken. It was crimson in color and seemingly attached to her body. A ravenous look shadowed Wanda’s face, but as she crawled over you and came closer to the candlelight above, it was again illuminated.

The strap touched your thigh as Wanda made her way up, and you noticed a twitch in her expression. “When did you buy that?” you asked, trying to calculate when Wanda was able to go out and buy it and hide it from you until now.

“I made it,” she answered, but before you could ask how, magic latched around your wrists and tied them above your head. You glanced up at your bound wrists and then to Wanda questioningly. “It’s just a precaution,” she whispered, running her fingers down your cheek.

“For?”

“In case you try to deny me,” she said with an edge of threat, moving her fingers to drag them down your lips. You could smell your arousal on them.

“You know I never deny you,” you whispered when her fingers were on your chin. They moved down the column of your throat, pressing firmly there until they arrived to your chest. “How did you make the strap?” you bluntly repeated, determined to know what the meaning behind all of this was, because you were surer than ever that there certainly was one.

“With my magic, of course,” she answered you as she took one of your breasts in her hand. “It’s my finest creation,” she said with a crawling smirk. “It has many abilities, one of which being that when I slide it inside that wet pussy of yours, I will be able to feel every—single—inch—of you.” She moved it against your thigh again, and she shuddered.

The fact surprised you and aroused you all at once. You could feel hot desire seeping into you as Wanda stared down at you breathlessly, obviously trying to tide herself off from taking you wildly right then. What you didn’t know was that just as you were going to be a vessel for Wanda, the strap was a vessel in its own.

Unable to keep herself away from you any longer, Wanda tilted her hips upward and let the tip of her strap rub against your folds. Her eyes fluttered shut, her hand tightly squeezing your breast.

As the tip moved to your entrance, she pushed it in just a little, and merely the bulge of its head stretched the rim of your hole. You squirmed a little, knowing that it was going to hurt but anticipating it with steaming lust.

A softness returned to Wanda’s eyes as she steadied herself between your legs, holding your knees. “Are you ready?” she husked, her own voice quivering with excitement.

“Yes,” you breathed, about to reach out and touch her, but remembering that your wrists were tied. It made you remember how she was expecting you to deny her, and how she spoke of you needing to be prepared, but before any swirling suspicions could arise, she was entering you.

Wanda slid her cock slowly inside you, and you watched the way her eyes squeezed shut and her lips fell open. Your pussy stretched and throbbed painfully as she burrowed herself inside you, and you winced at the stinging pain. Wanda moaned as she continued entering you to the very hilt, until the tip of her cock pushed into your cervix and threatened to squeeze past it.

“Ah,” you whined, hissing at the pain that echoed even after Wanda stilled herself. She held your hips with a bruising grip, leaning forward and planting her forehead into your chest to draw slow breaths. She tried her best to stay still, knowing that you needed to adjust, but the sensation was unlike any pleasure she had ever felt before. It was overwhelming her, and it took every ounce of restraint to keep still to the point that she was in as much pain as you were.

Right when you were calming down, she started to drag her strap out of you, and the pain returned. Wanda moaned as she slid against your tight, warm walls that were wetting her cock. You were so soft and throbbing, and she felt a primal urge to ruin your pussy and tear you apart. She breathed in an air of self control and opened her lust-drunk eyes to look at you. “I can feel every inch of your soft, sloppy pussy,” she whispered, hips stuttering when she was nearly all the way out just to slide herself back in a bit harder.

You were biting your tongue so hard it threatened to bleed, and Wanda could tell that you were in pain, drawing her out of her haze. “You can take it, baby,” she cooed you with a strained voice, bringing her hand to your cheek to caress it. “You’re doing so good for me. You’re so good—fuck, you’re so…” She lost her wording, hanging her head and grunting as she filled you up with her cock, snapping her hips once she was all the way inside you just to drive herself past your cervix.

You cried out at the feeling, turning your head to the side as tears pricked at your eyes. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” Wanda breathed, taking your face and turning it to her. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, fluttering kisses onto your lips and face, kissing away the tears that fled from your eyes. Her tongue licked the salty tears from her lips as she caressed your face and gazed down at you. The candlelight was flickering in her pupils, illuminating the faint line of sweat on her forehead.

“You’re too big,” you whined when she dragged out and pushed it back in again, even though you could feel the twirls of pleasure coming through.

“Take it,” Wanda said, and it came out as a borderline growl. She realized this and added in a much softer tone, “You can do it.”

Wanda couldn’t help herself. She picked up the pace just a bit, and after a few painful thrusts that made you feel like you were going to pass out, you could feel the flourish of pleasure inside you. Your walls stretched and pulsed around her cock, your lower stomach heating up as a soft moan drew itself from your lips.

Wanda was beside herself in pleasure. The blood was rushing to her face and spreading all throughout her neck with the tint of the rose petals on the floor. Resolute fingers found the soft flesh of your throat and pressed firmly. Pausing, she bent your knees upwards and pressed them against your chest, allowing her to fuck you deeply and reach into your pried open cervix. She was trembling from all the pleasure and anticipation of what she was going to do to you.

Inebriated by lust, Wanda spoke, “I can’t wait to plant my seed in you.”

It was a phrase you’d heard tumble out of Wanda’s lips before, but something about it being said in that moment made your eyes widen.

Wanda grinned down at you as she pounded you harder. “You’re going to be such a great mother to my children.”

Panic set in. “Wanda,” you said lowly, and while she slowed her thrusts, she did not stop. “Wanda… what did you do?”

“What I am going to do is breed you like my little cumslut,” she grunted, her fingers tightening around your throat. You struggled to breathe, and she eased her hand.

“What do you mean?” you choked. Was she being serious? Was this just another one of her kinky talks during sex? You were certain it was not just that.

“There’s a reason I’ve been waiting until you’re ovulating to fuck you—and swapping out your birth control pills,” she breathed, feeling like she was about to cum. She slowed down, taking slow breaths and closing her eyes so she could stave herself off.

Your eyes widened as cold panic filled you. It sounded outrageous at first, like nothing Wanda would ever do, but the dots were finally connecting in your mind. She had been logging your period to track when you were ovulating. She was swapping out your pills, giving you fertility supplements, giving you baths to make you stress-free, not letting you drink so you’d be prime and fertile.

As these realizations rolled over your brain like boulders, Wanda was picking up the pace again, cursing and grabbing at your hips with force. She leaned harder onto you, folding your body up beneath her. Your knees were pressed between your shoulders and hers, heels resting on the expanse of her back. Her bare skin was hot and humid against yours, and she looked so beautiful with her face contorted in pleasure, savoring the feeling of your wet, sloshing cunt taking every thick inch she was giving you.

As the panic rang like a bell inside you, you couldn’t help but love it. You couldn’t help but tuck her further against you with your feet, to arch your back off the bed and moan, to imagine what you would feel when the impending moment came.

It was coming, for sure. Wanda was getting unbearably close now and so were you, but a defining moment of clarity came. As much as you wanted it, Wanda had been deceiving you. You still weren’t entirely sold on the idea of being pregnant right now, and although there were measures to take afterwards, you listened to the panic over your pleasure.

“Wanda, don’t,” you whispered, but she barely heard you through her grunts and forceful thrusts. She was deeper inside you than she had ever been before, bulging through your lower stomach. “Don’t cum inside me.”

Wanda’s eyes popped open. All this planning and expecting, and she still was not able to do something against your wishes. Disappointment filled her quickly, and she begged desperately.

“Please,” she whispered, pressing her lips against yours in a fiery kiss. “Please let me.” She could do it anyways if she wanted to, given your rather compromising position, but she wanted you to want it, too.

You wanted it. You wanted it so bad with every primal urge in your body, with every throb of your core. You hesitated, letting the last pleads of logic fade from your mind.

“Please, baby—fuck!” She nearly came, having to slow down to stop herself. “Please let me cum inside you. Let me breed you. I want to make you mine for good. I want you to be pregnant, to have my baby.” She kissed you sloppily again, pressing her forehead against yours and panting. “Please.”

You hesitated for only a moment longer before you gave in, desire overwhelming you. “Yes,” you whispered, catching her lips with yours. “Yes, Wanda, breed me. Please fucking breed me.”

Wanda breathed out and grabbed your hips, pushing her face into your neck and hammering into you, snapping her hips so hard that her skin slapped against yours. She fucked herself into your uterus, and your moans were simultaneous as you both came harder than ever before.

Wanda poured herself into your open womb, her hot seed filling your insides up to the brim. It seemed to be endless, gushing into you until your lower belly swelled. Wanda made noises you’d never heard her make before, her teeth clamping down onto your neck as her hips trembled between yours. She was still pushing herself desperately into you, so deep that your eyes crossed and your legs shook.

“Fuck,” she breathed, rubbing her face against your chest before raising her head to look down at you. You were both panting and trembling as you came down from your highs, and she kept herself buried deep inside you so as to keep her cum in you.

As she gazed down at you with a glimmering smile, you couldn’t help but whisper, “Now go get me a plan B.”

Wanda’s eyes widened and her smile faded. “Hell no.” You broke out into laughter, and soon Wanda cracked a smile as she realized you were joking. “Maybe our kid will get your sense of humor, but I sure as hell don’t.”

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crazycatgirl420 · 8 months

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Gotham's Black Rose

Dpxdc fanfic Sam is Bruce Wayne's daughter, adopted by the Manson family. Everlasting Trio, toddler Ellie. Pharoah Tucker, Witch Sam, Space Ancient Danny. And Cujo too.

Chapter 2: Comfort and Planning

The last thing Sam wanted right now was for cameras to be flashing in her face or for reporters to be shoving mics at her. Shoving past the crowd yelling questions she didn't want to think about right now, Sam made her way towards the street.

It didn't take long for Danny to show up, motorcycle roaring down the street. His ice blue eyes glared at the noisy crowd, and they hesitated long enough for Sam to escape.

She jumped on, wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his shoulder. They pulled away from the event without a single word to her parents - adopted parents apparently- which was for the best. Sam didn't even have words for them anymore.

Danny pulled into the Foley driveway with ease. Tucker sat on the patio, laptop open to live broadcast of the Manson's adoption reveal, and Ellie sat in a specially designed play pen with puppy Cujo.

"How's Sam?" Tuck asked, muting the video as Danny walked over.

"Oh you know." Danny said. "She's confused, disappointed, scared."

Turning around, Danny gently shook Sam onto Tucker's open arms.

"What a mess," Tucker sighed. "How do you just forget to mention that?"

"No idea man," Danny said.

The only one of them with a decent childhood was Tucker, and he's got horrible past-life memories of a Pharaoh's life in Egypt to process.

"I'm gonna curse them," Sam said. "They'll never be able to keep a secret ever again,"

"You know that's gonna have more consequences than you want to be responsible for," Tucker said.

"I know," Sam said. "...Pamela will always drop her pearls and Jeremy will never find the right cufflinks Pamela wants him to wear,"

"Petty," Danny said.

Sam nodded against Tucker's shoulder, before lifting her right hand, a twisting purple energy pooling in her palm. With a snap the magic vanished, off to fulfill its purpose on the unspecting Manson couple.

Ellie squealed in the pen, clapping her hands and chanting "magic! Magic!"

"So you've cursed them, what do you want to do now?" Danny asked, sitting on the grass.

Sam sat up, relocating to sitting on the stair and between Tucker's legs. Tucker ran his hands through Sam's hair, enjoying the company of his small family despite the heavy topic at hand.

"I want to know who my biological parents are," Sam said. "I want to know why I was put up for adoption and I want to move to Gotham as soon as possible."

"I can get us transferred to a Gotham high school for our senior year," Tucker said. "We're already accepted to Gotham University,"

"I can have me and Ellie packed by this weekend," Danny said.

"It's the last month of summer vacation so it's going to be a bit of a rushed transfer, I'll follow in my jeep, it's going to take me a minute to pack my office up,"

Sam let the boys plan their move, their voices a comforting background to her swirling emotions.

Ellie would know where she came from, no matter how complicated a story it was. Sam could see it, five years from now, they'd sit her down at the dinner table and explain an evil scientist tried to clone Danny, and instead Danny got an Ellie and she's been their daughter ever since.

Why was family so complicated?

#dpxdc #Gotham's Black Rose

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alicefromwhichplanet · 19 days

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I’m going to voice my opinions on G1 Elita One here for a reader asked me this on ao3 at my fic Heroic Nonsense. I want to keep a record here as well for my future references and maybe find someone with similar ideas. So I still decided to use tags for content classification. Anyone who might feel irritated about me deconstructing this character may leave. But if you resonate with me or are interested in my analysis feel free to discuss.

I guess my view on G1 Elita One is basically negative, both in terms of her characterization and her representation of women.

If we genuinely talk about characterization, I think G1 Elita One is a very one-dimensional and uninteresting character. Because: 1) She doesn’t have a consistent personality or motivation of doing things. Of course you can say that her motivation is to save her boyfriend and lead the “femme bots”, but these don’t look natural, with the lack of a background story. She looks like a puppet squeezed into the show to be the protagonist’s girlfriend.

2) Also about her role. I feel that Hasbro made Elita One a shadow of Optimus Prime, giving her exactly the same position and constantly stressing her importance, when actually she contributes zero to the overall plot development. The “femme bot squad” in the show is an awkward duplicate of the male team, with every femme bot assigned to the male bot at the same position as their girlfriend/love interest(Elita One—Optimus Prime-leader, Chromia— Ironhide-second in command). I do not know the reason why “femme bots” in the play need to fight alone, and I do not know why Elita One is the leader except the fact that she is Optimus’s girlfriend. So what is the play implying by making such a character? Honestly I think this is even worse than having no female characters in the play.

3)Her plot is totally predictable. It’s a classic Hollywood hero-saves-damsel in distress story. From the moment when Alpha Trion asked her to go on a mission on her own (for what? Why? Till today I still think Alpha Trion is doing this simply because he is an avatar of the playwright) I know she will be caught and rescued by Optimus Prime. Such stories are easily guessed and easily forgotten.

If we talk about gender representation, I have to say Elita One hardly represents any pioneering thoughts of feminism or gender equality. To begin with, I want to clarify that feminism/gender equality aims to question and overthrow patriarchy system, which includes breaking the gender stereotypes and challenging fixed gender roles, heteronormative relationships included. Unfortunately Elita One just repeated/ reinforced the stereotypes/ the fixed model of heterosexuality. She is in bright pink, an assigned color to represent females. She is abruptly introduced as Optimus’s girlfriend, without any background information (how they fell in love, why Optimus chose to have a relationship with her in particular, without the biological need to reproduce, what kind of person she is before she met Optimus). It feels like the playwright cannot bear an action hero not being able to “win over” some pretty chicks. She is made/resurrected by Optimus’s parts, which is just like Adam and Eve and confirms her position as “the second sex”. All of her plots are rigid and boring and she lives like a duplicate, or a moon revolving around Optimus. What’s worse, in her very short debut she is still portrayed as “sweet, understanding, and loves her boyfriend so much that she becomes irrational when he is in danger”, the most typical stereotype of a hero’s wife under male gaze.

Judged from my analysis, I think she is basically a functional character. This means she is created to fulfill a purpose in another character’s characterization, rather than existing on her own. In particular, the purpose of her creation is to add a girlfriend to Optimus Prime, so that he fulfills some people’s fantasy of a “normal” male action hero. With this function as the very beginning of her characterization, the playwright will not be able to make her a round character, or give her any believable motivations. Nor does the playwright actually care.

Now that I think about it, this kind of character may work for some people, because they genuinely believe it is necessary for heroes to be paired up with an opposite sex, or like to imagine themselves as “the lucky chosen girl” through this character (this might be harsh). But I just want to say, it doesn’t work for me. In years of reading and using feminist criticism, it has become harder and harder for me not to be picky about characters, or not to be sensitive about gender issues in any show. Repulsion is not the only way I feel about her. She is my least favorite character.

#transformers #writing #tf g1 #maccadam #elita one #optimus prime #character analysis #transformers femmes #feminism #discourse #my thoughts #deconstruction #gender equality #women’s representation

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lets-try-some-writing · 19 days

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In the Pretender AU, the "issues" that Pretender!Ratchet has for Bumblebee is maybe this jealousy between him and his relationship with Optimus?

Despite his apathetic attitude it's clear in familiarity Bumblebee has more of a bond with the Pretender Patriarch given their early time together and him being the first generation. Which makes Pretender!Ratchet jealous.

With maybe his jealousy eventually morphing into brief anger after Bumblebee had his voice modulator torn out by Megatron and Ratchet was unable to fix it.

Once again, making him look like a "failure" in the eyes of his Patriarch.

You got it spot on! Pretender Ratchet is SO jealous of Bumblebee and Optimus's connection and it drives him up the wall. Bumblebee is one of Optimus's direct offspring which he molded with purpose. Ratchet is a host born, a being intended to serve as an advisor. He must fulfill his design and that means that he is not granted nearly as much room for error as his fellow Pretender. Optimus needs useful advisors, and if Ratchet fails to be useful, there are other Doctors for the Pretender Patriarch to take instead.

Pretender Ratchet is VERY aware of how precarious his situation is. Optimus does care for all his creations, but he is above all else, logical when it comes to the usefulness of those around him. If one of his advisors becomes more trouble than they are worth, he is not opposed to taking the biological data of the advisor in question and creating natural born Pretenders from them instead. Would they have the memory and skill? No. But Optimus abhors waste.

Bumblebee losing his voice evened out the playing field a degree for Ratchet. But it also left Ratchet in incredibly hot water for a while. Failure to repair Optimus's eldest creation had the Prime prowling around threateningly for a while. Ratchet took that as his sign to self exile for a time to claw his way back into Optimus's good graces.

This is how he gained his combat prowess.

If he could not be as great a Doctor as his host, Pretender Ratchet was determined to prove his worth in other ways. There is a reason that Decepticons are now incredibly paranoid around rafters and high ceilings. The good doctor of the Autobots may be lurking nearby.

Megatron is both terrified of and holds a unique hated for Pretender Ratchet. He holds a certain degree of pity for all of Optimus's creations since they did not ask to be formed the way they were. Ratchet is no different for him in this regard. But the hatred and fear stems from the simple fact that Ratchet, in his exile, managed to slaughter his way to one of the largest Decepticon encampments in Tarn. It was his slaughter that led to Damus being infected alongside dozens of other far less fortunate sparks.

Megatron only met Pretender Ratchet once on the field, and he received one of many facial scars from the Pretender before he managed to tear off several of the Doctor's additional limbs. Ratchet dragged himself away unable to serve as a solider any longer. But he got what he wanted. Optimus allowed him to return in light of his offerings and Ratchet has since become incredibly cunning to the point of sabotaging other host born if they threaten his position.

Brutal and desperate to remain useful, Pretender Ratchet is a force to be reckoned with.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #optimus prime #ratchet #bumblebee #megatron #alternate universe #pretender au #mooooore random au info #one day this will become a fic #probably when I finish one of my other many long form aus #sorry for taking so long with this #I did want to answer #but as ive said stuff has been hectic and I dont like feeling bound to tumblr

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How did Lute and the girls react to Adam having a Little?

Depends... we talking Sinner!Little or Winner!Little?

Sinner- Lute absolutely hates them and more than once has the thought to get rid of them but will begrudgingly accept them as Adam's Little. Since she isn't a Caregiver herself, she isn't about to pretend she could possibly fathom the bond that was formed. Will keep his secret out of respect for the man himself but doesn't condone this unnatural relationship of theirs. Will never truly accept them into heaven unless they do something like what happened in the show for Adam or her and get redeemed for it.

The other exorcists are more in it for the fun, and while they don't see Sinners as people who deserve any mercy, they also aren't as staunchly against them for the most part. They see Adam's interest as more of a fulfilling a biological need for companionship and view the Reader as a pet of some sort. They'll keep the secret and may even take over what they dub as "pet sitting duties" while Adam's away. Will trust Adam's judgment and as such aren't overtly mean or hurtful, might even find Reader cute or precious in the same way one might find a piglet or lamb (yes I purposely chose animals that are raised for purposes other than being a pet).

(Not my audio or video just reminded me about it a bit so figured I'd share)

Winner- Lute is still a bit jealous that Adam has someone close to him that isn't her, but this is much more acceptable. Will grow to like them fairly easily and takes them under her wing in a kind of bigger/little sibling relationship. They kinda become like the whole squad's little sibling to be honest and anybody fucking with them has to worry about being jumped by an army lol

#ask response #classification hell au #classificationhell #thank you #memes #lore adjacent #hazbin hotel memes #reactions #unfunny memes #the exorcist army #lute reaction #exocists reaction

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laxmiree · 2 months

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[CN] MLQC Lucien's Lyric Poetry Event Translation (Day 10-12)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT ⚠️

This post contains a HEAVY SPOILER for the event that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Lyric Poetry Free SSR Event | Prologue+Day 1-3 | Day 4-6 | Day 7-9 | Day 10-12 | Day 13 (Ice Flowers Date)

Translation under the cut!

✧ [Day 10] ��

MC: Hm... Will it be preserved as long as it's put in the bag like this?

Lucien: Don't worry, there are desiccants in the bag.

Lucien: As long as it's not shaken or touched too frequently, this macaron can be preserved for a long time.

I pick up a regular macaron from the box, which hasn't been turned into a specimen, and hold it out to Lucien's lips.

MC: Since we've already preserved a bit of sweetness in the bag, let's now allow the macarons to fulfil their original purpose~

MC: Quick, try it. Is it tasty?

Lucien’s note: The macarons from this shop aren't as sweet as I expected, I really like them.

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✧ [Day 11] ✧

MC: What a unique butterfly!

I gaze in astonishment at the meticulously framed butterfly artwork.

MC: What is this made of?

Lucien: I’m attending a seminar that includes a packed lunch today.

Lucien: The conference was more boring than I imagined, and the lunch could have been more tasty too.

MC: That sounds quite disappointing...

Lucien: However, most of the scholars sitting with me have considerable experience in biological dissection.

Lucien: Plus, the steamed fish for lunch is particularly bland, so everyone quickly found ways to pass the time.

MC: Could it be... taking apart fish bones to piece together a ‘jigsaw puzzle’?

Lucien: Yes.

Looking at Lucien's smiling face, images of several scholars gathering around to clean steam fish popping into my mind...

Then carefully use tweezers to piece together the desired shapes.

MC: (laughs heartily) Pfft…

Lucien’s note: Research scholars aren't necessarily all rigid academics.

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✧ [Day 12] ✧

I pour out the seeds from the small bottle onto the table like pouring beans.

MC: These are the seeds I saw while I was out for a walk today.

MC: At first, I only noticed one seed, but I didn't expect that upon closer inspection under the fence, there would be more and more.

MC: Although I brought them back, I don't know what these seeds are...

Lucien: Since that's the case, why don't we try planting them when the weather gets better and see what kind of plants they grow into?

MC: And then turn the grown plants into specimens?

Lucien: In some cases, people plant the plants in botanical gardens to preserve them as specimens in their living form.

Lucien: Let's let this little jar of seeds stay on the shelf for a few days.

Lucien: When the weather improves, we'll move them to a new home.

MC: Do you think... these seeds will really grow?

Lucien: From where you've gathered them, they should mostly be resilient wild plants.

Lucien: It's worth a try with hopeful anticipation.

MC: What if we grow something strange?

Lucien: That's simple.

Lucien: We can always dig it back up and turn it into a regular specimen.

MC: Come on, seeds!! I'll do my best to protect you!!

Lucien’s note: I believe that our jointly managed "living specimen garden" will surely be successfully established.

✂———————–

#mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #mlqc #mlqc translation #mr. love queen's choice #mr love lucien #mlqc xu mo

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to-mourn-a-mourning-dove · 10 months

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i think my favorite thing about shuu as a character is that his actions are just absolutely inexcusable.

there is no "valid" excuse for murdering and cannibalizing children. there is no excuse for biologically weaponizing a child and traumatizing him to the point of suicide. he DELIGHTS in other people's suffering. he claims to have done this all for a purpose, but yet, he thinks that dismembering and decapitating a corpse to show to schoolchildren is funny. he laughs when hiyoko suggests that the same child he made the promise to might be suffering because of him.

like, he's not a gray character. yuuya is a gray character. he's made questionable decisions (bbl, the egg), because there wasn't a better option available to him.

and yet, despite just how horrible shuu is? he's understandable.

all of his actions stem from grief. he's been in grieve for YEARS. he claims everything stems from it. and a lot of his actions do. he invited almost all of the students to the school to investigate their ability to carry the charon virus, and the reason he isolated it in the first place was to fulfill his promise to ryouta.

look, i'll make jokes about how stupid misinterpreting "please, create a world where parents are no longer taken from their children, and wars no longer happen" as "please kill all humans" is, but you can still work through his faulty logic.

he was RAISED in the hawk party research facility. literally. he was like. 10 when ryouta was born. and he worked with ryuuji before then. obviously he thinks the solution to wars is what he was raised to believe.

and also? there's just... that element of grief to account for. everything he does is about it. he's the true antagonist of the game, like 99% of the problems can be accounted directly to him, but his grief is so present it just. it's so obvious, looking back on it.

he was thorough in trying to fulfill his promise. out of obligation, he claims.

holiday star shuu definitely gave me a new perspective. because he adopts miru and kaku, who hiyoko even notes he would probably murder under normal circumstances, because their anklets still say ryuuji k. on them. i was shocked when i was able to recognize his storybook as him the first playthrough. he's... he's just so simple.

none of his reasoning is justifiable. and he did WRONG. he did so much wrong. but doesn't that just make it more fun? doesn't that just make it so much more interesting?

#shuu iwamine #isa souma #hatoful boyfriend #hatoful kareshi #sorry this is what happens when i talk abt hatoful #ive been putting all my thoughts in discord #but this blog is being exposed to my autism now #it's just FASCINATING okay???#love character analysis sm #gore #cannibalism #thoughts

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poke-maniac · 1 year

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If N is the Zoroark who guides you to N, why do you think the said Zoroark would guide you to him in the first place rather than directly appearing in his human form to guide you to his castle? Why would he take his Zoroark's appearance specifically to guide you to his castle just to take back his human form when you arrive to the castle? It's clear that the Zoroark was guiding you to his trainer, so N and his Zoroark can't be the same being.

It's much more likely that N is one of the ancient king (the one mentioned in the abyssal ruins) descendants as the king is said to talk to "all beings", the implication being that he understands pokemon. This is also backed by Zinzolin who suggests that the ancient king's powers were passed to his descendants. This quote was intentionally included by the writers and said by one of the more important characters of the games (who's also one of the most important members of an organisation that N used to run). It's clear what the implications are: N is one of the ancient king's descendants as he shares the same ability to understand Pokemon. In this case, N is 100% a human who just happens to inherit the king's ability to understand Pokemon.

I already covered this in another post but the fact that Ghetsis considers himself to be royalty, that he was intrigued by the ancient king and his story (as the translations of the scripts were left by Ghetsis), that he shares a suspiciously similar haircut with N who's also implied to be the king's descendant and on the top of all, that the the number of letters in the king's name matches the number of letters in "Harmonia" in all languages heavily HEAVILY implies that Ghetsis and N are both descendants of the ancient king. Which make it even possible for N to be Ghetsis' biological son whom he abondoned in the woods on purpose, more likely to hide their blood relation from his co-workers due to his disgust of N whom he sees as a "freak without a human heart" due to the fact that he understands pokemon.

If Ghetsis is one of the king's descendants, it's likely that he sees himself as a rightful successor to the ancient king and that's exactly why he specifically wants to be Unova's king (or by proxy through N if he didn't intend getting rid of N once he fulfilled his usefulness, by awaking Zekrom/Reshiram and forcing people to abondon their pokemon), rather than any other type of ruler.

It's such a fascinating subject and it's unfortunate that the writers never further elaborated on it, leaving it all in subtext. I just REALLY hope that if Game Freak makes a BW remake they would further elaborate on that, and perhaps it will make Ghetsis a much more complex and interesting character.

#pokemon #n harmonia #ghetsis #speculation #pokemon speculation

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Lo’ak x Omaticaya!reader

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 8.7k

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of infection, smut, readers mom dies, ?

summary: honestly I have no idea what this is it was supposed to be a small little blurb about Lo’ak talking to Kiri about his crush on y/n and then this happened…it’s basically a story of how Lo’ak x reader’s relationship started

anything in bold like this in the middle of a sentence means it’s either Na’vi or meant to be in Na’vi but I don’t trust the translation websites so I just use the few words I know and make do with it💀

sorry this took sooo long! I’m on spring break and I kinda took a break cause I’ve been feeling a little out of it and I think I’m gonna fulfill a request and then continue taking a break. I’m not sure yet, just feeling kinda lazy lately 🤷‍♀️

You and Kiri had been inseparable for years. You had a similar situation to her, your father died when you were young and your mother had been very overwhelmed with the loss of her mate and taking care of a young child and it made her sick, and she is still very sick to this day.

You understood what it felt like to feel like a freak, like you’re not like everyone else. You’d always been secretly jealous of her, though. She got a second chance at having a family with the Sullys. Your mother was too weak to even speak some days, and had spent most of the last year in a healers tent.

You knew your mother was going to join Eywa soon, and it had been bringing you down lately. Kiri noticed you didn’t come to see her as much, and you always seemed like you had been crying. She felt terrible for you, although her biological mother was unresponsive and for all intents and purposes dead, at least she could watch all those videos and get to spend time with her avatar body in the pod.

“Hey…is y/n okay?” Lo’ak asked Kiri. She looked up from the top she was making for Neytiri since hers was starting to become worn out. She sighed and said “she’s a strong girl, she will make it through this”

“What is “this”? No matter who I ask, no one will tell me what is troubling her” he said and Kiri looked down. She sighed softly and whispered “y/n’s mom is dying. She has been for years, after her father died she couldn’t take care of herself and y/n and it started to make her sick, and then she got hurt while hunting once and it got infected. It’s been 3 years, and Mo’at said she doesn’t have much time. She cannot walk at all or even sit up anymore, she can barely talk, she can only drink her meals and she’s always sleeping. She’s all y/n has left, so it’s really hard on her”

“No…no, no the great mother would never do that to her,” Lo’ak said, shaking his head. Kiri bit her lip and said “I’m sorry Lo’ak. If there’s anybody who wishes different for her it’s me” “why hasn’t she told anyone?” He asked and Kiri wiped a tear away.

“She just doesn’t want anyone to pity her and force her into being with her mom all the time. It’s why she hasn’t hunted in so long, she wants to be there when she passes but it’ll kill her to truly watch her wither away so agonizingly” Kiri said softly, sniffling a little.

She felt so bad for you. She couldn’t imagine truly watching her mother die. “I-Is she okay? How is she doing? Do you think I should bring her some food or something?” He asked and Kiri chuckled.

“Why do you care so much, penis face? You got a crush?” She asked, trying to lighten the mood. Lo’ak shook his head and said “ugh, shut up Kiri” “oh my god, you do! You’ve got a crush on my best friend! Ew!” She said and laughed, making Lo’ak blush hard.

She kept nagging him until he finally said “fine, I like her! I really freaking like her!” “Oh my god, no way! Good luck trying to get her to fall in love with you!” She said and giggled. Lo’ak sighed and said “shut up! I see you drooling every time you even hear Ketu’s name!”

“She’s too pretty for you anyways! Penis face!” She said and Lo’ak blushed. He chuckled and said “Prettier than you!” She gasped and threw a vine she cut off from the top earlier at him. She shook her said “so what do you like about her?”

“Stop, Kiri” he said and groaned. She smiled and said “come on, tell me!” “I just…well I liked her smile at first. A-And I thought she was pretty” he said softly, fiddling with a bracelet you gifted him for his birthday.

“Anddd?” Kiri said, giggling. Lo’ak groaned and said “you’re so annoying” “ugh, whatever. Just don’t try to really go for her right now. She’s hurt, and she’s gonna need time to heal when she loses her mom. It would help if you were there to comfort her though, don’t you think?” Kiri said and he nodded.

What they didn’t know, was that you were coming to talk to Kiri just a few seconds after Lo’ak and heard the entire conversation. You blush slightly, dry tears from thinking about your mom staining your skin.

You rustled the leaves and then shook the flap of the tent to get their attention. “Hey, can I come in?” You asked, wiping your face to get rid of the evidence of tears.

You came in and sat between Lo’ak and Kiri, talking like everything was normal. You could see Lo’ak staring at you from the corner of your eye, and Kiri not so secretly mocking him.

You noticed Lo’ak trying to be around you more often, bringing you gifts and food. It made you fall for him even harder.

You had just gotten ready for your birthday celebration, you had gotten quite dressed up since you hadn’t gotten a chance to do that in a while and you wanted to feel beautiful tonight.

Your mother was getting worse and worse. You knew she had mere weeks, maybe even days left. You just wanted a distraction. It had been 3 months since you overheard Lo’ak talking to Kiri. Things had changed quite a bit.

2 weeks after that, he confessed that he’d been so kind because he knew about your mother. You cried softly as you thanked him for not judging you or treating you like glass. Sure he’d been bringing you gifts and sort of taking care of you, but he wasn’t actually treating you differently.

You confessed that you knew about Lo’ak’s feelings and even though he was terrified, he made sure you knew how he truly felt. “I…I-I really like you, y/n. I know we’re not the closest but I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re��you’re an amazing woman and any man in the clan would be lucky to have you, but I really want to be that man. O-Oel ngati kameie, y/n” he said and you instantly began to cry more.

You hugged him, crying into his chest softly. You ended up kissing him for the first time that night, promising yourself to him. He told you you didn’t have to, and that he knew you weren’t in the best place right now. You didn’t care, you knew then and there that Lo’ak was the one. Just for good measure, Atokirina made its way over to the two of you. Eventually, there were Atokirina lining up and down each other's arms to your joint hands, making him realize you were telling the truth.

Your relationship blossomed into something beautiful, trully. Neytiri and Jake loved you even more, you kept Lo’ak in line and made him really happy. Kiri pretended she was disgusted but she was glad you had someone to take care of you and love you and she trusted that her brother was the perfect person for you.

Now, you were celebrating your 20th birthday and you looked divine. Your hair was let down from the signature braids you usually wore, you had a few framing your face and forming a beautiful crown that eventually came together and was held by a beautiful blue flower. You made yourself a new top and loincloth, the top accentuating your breasts more than you thought and making Lo’ak drool over you all night. Your loincloth matched, with similar sage green stones you’d found by a river added across the covering and you even made matching waist beads and other jewelry. You really went all out this year.

Lo’ak thought you looked absolutely stunning. He truly believed Eywa had perfected you herself, he felt so lucky to be the man you wanted most.

You spent the morning flying your ikran with Lo’ak and the afternoon with your mother, she seemed to be getting stronger out of nowhere, she ate a little bit of your breakfast and even held a conversation with you for a bit. She was so proud of the woman you’d become, and loved the outfit you made for your birthday.

“What do you think, ma sa’nok?” You asked her, twirling to show the full outfit including your hair. She smiled and said “nífrakrr, lenrra, ‘itetsyìp” (as always, proud, little daughter). You smiled as well, sitting next to her and holding her hand. You kissed it softly and said “I wish you could be at the celebration tonight, mother”

“Don’t worry, my daughter. I want you to celebrate yourself, and your achievements tonight. Promise me you’ll tell me all about it in the morning, yes?” She said with a wink. You blushed softly, she was encouraging you to take it further with Lo’ak constantly. You shook your head and said “promise,”

Lo’ak came in and said “oel ngati kameie, Mäti” and gestured towards your mother. She smiled and said “za’u, ‘evengan” (come, boy). He sat on the other side of her, grabbing her hand softly. She sighed and said “make sure she has fun tonight”

“Nìlun,” (of course) Lo’ak promised. He looked at you and smiled as he said “you look very, beautiful, my love. Someone might steal you from me tonight” You blushed softly, thanking him. Of course he brought your mother some berries that his mother had left over from lunch as well as matching flowers to put in both of your hair.

You loved how much he cared for your mother. It made you feel lucky, and you know if something ever happened to you you had the best mate possible to comfort you. She eventually forced you out to go celebrate and smiled as she watched the two of you giggle as you ran out.

Mo’at was visiting everyone in the tents to check up on them. That’s when she realized it. “Mäti…I know you know why you feel better” she said and Mäti looked away. She sighed and said “No…no, no please please do whatever you have to do. I can’t do that to her. She is finally feeling happy with that boy, and it’s her birthday, Mo’at”

“It is not under our control. I’m so sorry, Mäti…..I tried, I really tried” Mo’at told her, holding her hand.

“Y/n!” Tuk said as she ran to you. You smiled and picked her up, twirling her around. You kissed her head and she giggled, playing with the new feathers you put in your hair. “You look so pretty!” She said and you thanked her.

“What a fine young woman in my tent, someone should claim her as theirs soon, don’t you think Ma Jake?” Neytiri said, shoving Lo’ak slightly. He rolled his eyes and you blushed softly, looking down. Jake winced at his mate’s bluntness. He chuckled and said “I see you have chosen a mate for Lo’ak”

He spoke cautiously, knowing she was getting annoyed with how long he had taken to find someone. Now all she wants is for the two of you to mate so you keep him in line and make him happy.

“You guys are so annoying. Tell her Happy Birthday” Lo’ak said, trying to stop from blushing and cursing his tail for giving away how excited he was thinking about the two of you mating. He wrapped it around your thigh, pulling you a little closer.

You spent some time with them, but as eclipse began it was time to begin the celebrations. You feasted and enjoyed delicious meat prepared by Jake and a few of the other men in the clan and some other dishes Neytiri and Mo’at made for you.

You danced for hours, sometimes with Lo’ak but then Kiri and Tuk wanted to steal you. Lo’ak smiled as he watched you. You looked gorgeous. And you were so goddamn happy. He wished he could stay in this moment forever.

“Lo’ak, come!” You said, grabbing his hand. You two had been dancing to this particular beat since you were kids. You were always friends, even if you weren’t best friends you still hung out solely with him every now and then before you began dating. Dancing to this beat was your very own special thing you had with each other.

You smiled as you both remembered the steps and everything. You could see his fangs as he grinned boyishly, his eyes lit up with love and adoration for you. Neytiri and Jake cheered you on, making you both laugh as you realized everyone was watching.

As soon as it was over, he pulled you into his arms and you sighed, resting your head on his chest. Neteyam wolf whistled making everyone laugh, well those who knew what it meant anyways.

“Look at you, skxawng” He said and shoved him jokingly. Lo’ak shook his head and said “shut up, you’re just jealous!” You giggled and said “stop it, Lo’ak. Enough bickering with your brother. Be nice. God, if this is how you and Neteyam are I wonder how our kids will behave”

You didn’t realize how big of a comment you’d made. Our kids. You wanted kids with him? You wanted him to father your children? He felt so lucky, so grateful. He recovered quickly, laughing about it and kissing your head.

Another hour or so and you two ran off so you could do something you’d done every year since you could remember. “Utral Aymokriyä?” Lo’ak asked and you chuckled. You nodded and said “I like to listen to my fathers voice every year…this year I’m also listening for grandmother and grandfather as well since my mother can’t come and listen herself”

“You’re so sweet” he said and caressed your cheek, pecking your lips softly. You chuckled and grabbed his hand, running over to the tree. You smiled and connected your kuru to the tree. You chuckled as you heard the voices of your ancestors, closing your eyes.

Lo’ak hugged you from behind, caressing your waist softly. “Do you ever come here?” You asked after you disconnected from the tree. Lo’ak shrugged and said “sometimes. It’s never been a big priority for me, although maybe it should seeing as it makes you so happy”

You shook your head and he grabbed his kuru, connecting it to the tree. He hummed, listening to the voices as he felt your tail caress his back. You kissed his shoulder, resting your head on his arm.

He disconnected and smiled down at you. You smiled, pulling away. You twirled through the glowing vines and ran your hands over them. “You’re so gorgeous…” he said as he watched you, making you stop and blush.

He walked over and said “I’m serious. You’re as perfect as it gets, y/n. Eywa really outdid herself creating you” You looked away, embarrassed. He loved everything about you, but if there was one thing he could change it would be your reluctance to accept his compliments.

“My love, I am serious. Eywa, you look incredible tonight. I can barely keep myself together on a regular day, tonight has just made me crazy for you” he said and cupped your cheeks, pressing your foreheads together. You felt something pressing against your lower stomach and you looked down, realizing it was him.

“Shit- I’m sorry,” he said and pulled away, turning around and clearing his throat. You hugged him from behind and said “don’t hide it from me…I want to know how I make you feel” “y/n…no, no we must wait” he said and took a deep breath as you started to touch him over his loincloth.

You kissed his arm and said “it’s my birthday, Lo’ak. Shouldn’t the birthday girl get what she wants?” “Y/n…” he said and cleared his throat. You moved so you were facing him, looking up at him as you were nearly a foot shorter.

He took a deep breath, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your plump lips, then your breasts. He quickly regained himself, looking you in the eye. You licked your lips, placing your hands on his chest. You bit your lip and said “please, Ma Lo’ak. I want you”

He cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly, gently placing a hand on your waist. You pulled away after a few moments, smiling at him. He tapped your thigh and you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He bent down, laying you gently on the ground. “I want to be mated to you forever, Lo’ak” you said and he smiled. He tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed you again.

“Oel ngati kameie” he said against your lips. You smiled and flipped the two of you over, kissing down his neck as you caressed his biceps. He rested his hands on your hips and you smiled through the kiss.

You pulled away, panting softly. You pressed your forehead against his and said “Oel ngati kameie” Eywa, the way you said it nearly had him ruining his loincloth.

You reached back and grabbed your braid, bringing it forward. The pink tendrils twitching and searching for something to connect to. He took a deep breath and you could tell he was really nervous.

“We don’t have to…I’ll wait as long as I have to for you” you said and he blushed. Atokirina slowly surrounded you, seemingly dancing in the circle and a few others flew around the two of you. He nodded, trusting Eywa and especially trusting you.

He brought his braid forward and made tsaheylu with you, closing his eyes. You gasped, a small whimper coming out. You placed a hand on his chest, keeping yourself upright as you felt something…euphoric.

You could feel Lo’ak’s heartbeat, his breath. You sense how nervous yet excited he was. You could hear his thoughts as well. “Oh Eywa,” he whispered, opening his eyes. You breathed shakily as you gulped and opened your eyes.

He smiled up at you and you smiled back. You shook your head and said “I’m so in love with you,” “I know. I can feel it” he said and you teared up a little. You could too. You could feel how his heart swelled with adoration, him thinking about making you feel amazing and cuddling under the stars with you afterwards.

You slowly worked your top off, making his eyes widen. Sure he had accidentally seen them a few times as the tops the Omaticaya women wore weren’t exactly the best at actually covering them, but oh my god they were even better fully bare and up close.

“Y-Y/n…” he said, looking up at you. You smiled and said “yes…” “you’re so beautiful” he said softly, his eyes dropping to your breasts again. He kissed your left boob softly, trailing kisses towards the valley of your breasts and then your right boob.

You moaned a little as he kissed your nipple, threading a hand through his hair. “You’re beautiful, Lo’ak” you said and he whined as he suckled a hickey onto your boob.

“Baby…” he groaned, squeezing your hips slightly. You chuckled and kissed his head, removing your arm band. He was lost between your boobs, not a single thought going through his head besides you. You moaned softly when he suckled directly on your nipple, kitten licking it and making you moan even more.

When he was done you were already a mess, loincloth nearly soaked, flushed cheeks, panting a little. He smirked and untied his loincloth, revealing a third leg. You didn’t think he’d be that big. Sure you’d caught glimpses here and there of him but he was still covered by the loincloth.

And sure, he seemed like he was packing decently but this was crazy. He was really thick too, you could probably get your entire hand around him but barely. You gasped when it bobbed and right under your breasts, your eyes widened and he chuckled at your reaction.

“What’s wrong?” He asked knowingly. You looked at him and then back at his cock, unable to keep your eyes off of it. It was pretty, just like him. “I-It…you’re too big, Lo’ak, th-there's no way that’s going to fit” you said and he chuckled.

He kissed you softly and said “we’ll make it fit. Promise. Last thing I want to do is hurt you” You nodded and he smiled and caressed your cheek. His tail slowly wrapped itself around your thigh making you blush a little.

He helped you remove your loincloth but stopped you from taking off your waist beads, Eywa they just accentuate your figure so nicely. He kissed you softly and slowly trailed his hand down to your pussy gathering your slick and teasing a finger at your entrance.

You bit your lip and sighed shakily, moaning softly when he massaged your clit with his thumb. You whimpered, clenching as you ached to be full. “Lo’ak…I need more,” you pleaded, pawing at his chest.

He squeezed your thigh with his other hand and slipped a finger in, slowly thrusting it and seeing how it made you feel. You breathed shakily, leaning down to kiss him. “More,” you whispered against his lips and his cock twitched, you drove him fucking crazy.

“Baby…” he said and you whimpered. He slipped another finger in and warmth blossomed between your legs as you gushed around him with need. He smiled and thrusted his fingers a few times before curling them to find your g spot.

When he could feel the intensified pleasure through tsaheylu and your gasp accompanied with a loud moan, he knew he had found it. “Oh…oh Eywa,” you moaned, placing a hand on his chest and pressing down slightly as he worked you to an orgasm as fast as he could.

“Feels good?” He asked, he could already feel it through tsaheylu but he wanted to hear it from you. You whimpered and nodded, gasping softly as he went faster. You buried your head into his chest, your cunt clenching as you rocked your hips slightly against his skillful fingers.

“Can feel you squeezin my fingers. That good, princess?” He asked and you took a deep breath as you started to feel that tingly feeling in your lower belly. “Lo’ak!” You moaned when he started rubbing your clit harder.

You looked so beautiful above him, pussy clenching around his fingers. Moaning his name. It did something to him, and made him go crazy. You whimpered as he abused your most sensitive spots, already bringing you to an orgasm faster than you ever have yourself and it’s only the first time.

“Lo’ak, ohh it feels so good!” You moaned and he smiled. He lifted your head and kissed you, your legs beginning to shake. You whimpered and pulled away, moans filling the surrounding forest around you as your breath became heavy and fast.

Tears filled your eyes as you said “I’m cumming- I- I- ahh!” You came harder than you ever have before, barely able to hold yourself up anymore. Lo’ak smiled as you started to squirt, your eyes shut hard and your jaw dropping.

“Yes, my love… just like that, you look so beautiful” he said and you whimpered, gasping at it only seemed to get more and more intense. “Ohh! Lo’ak, baby…” you moaned, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

He rubbed your back softly and said “you okay, sweetheart?” You just moaned in response as you felt him slip his fingers out. He chuckled and popped them in his mouth, sighing happily through his nose as he tasted your sweet slick.

You whimpered and sat up, hovering right over his dick before he stopped you. “Hey, hey are you sure? You just- y-you just c-came kinda hard- a-at least I think you did- maybe you should take a second,” he said and you chuckled.

“You made me feel things I have never felt before, Lo’ak. That is why I want to try and do the same for you. Do you not want this?” You said and he took a deep breath. Through tsaheylu, you knew he wanted it but something else was bothering him, you couldn’t quite tell.

“I don’t know I’m…I’m scared” he said and you sighed. You sat on his upper thighs as you cupped his cheeks and said “we are already together for life now, we do not have to make love tonight”

“No- n-no it’s- we will” he said and sat up, trying to force you up so he could slip it in. You stopped him, holding yourself down as you said “hey- hey! Why are you scared?” “I’m not anymore. You are my mate…for life, y/n. Eywa has shown us that we are meant for each other, there is no reason to be scared” he said and you smiled.

You caressed his cheek and slowly lifted your hips up, allowing him to line himself up at the entrance. “Go slow…don’t hurt yourself” he said and you nodded. You slowly sunk down on the tip, gasping softly as your pussy clenched. You already felt so full and not even ⅓ of his dick was in yet.

He was going to ask if it hurt but he could feel through tsaheylu that it was actually quite the opposite. He chuckled, going to kiss you but being hit with an amazing feeling as you clenched around him. “O-Ohh…” he said, his hands on your waist tightening as his cock twitched.

“Can- c-can I do more?” You asked and he nodded. You took a deep breath and sunk down more, a moan escaping your lips. He groaned and said “shit…” “Eywa, you’re huge” you said, almost all the way but it was getting to be too much so you stopped again.

He smirked and you rolled your eyes, clenching around him. His eyes widened and he let out a loud moan, squeezing your waist hard. You lifted yourself up and sunk all the way down, his balls pressing up against your ass.

He grunted and you breathed shakily, you were overwhelmed by how full you were, and feeling Lo’ak’s pleasure too just heightened it even more. “You’re…you’re incredible” he said, chuckling.

You kissed him softly, slowly beginning to make out. You lifted yourself up and sunk back down, making him break the kiss. He pressed his forehead to yours, grunting softly. “Feel so full…full of you” you whimpered, placing a hand on his upper chest.

He kissed you quickly, you then started to go faster and none of you could hold back your moans. He cupped your cheek and caressed it softly, trailing his hand down to your clit and rubbing it softly. You gasped, a shaky moan coming out.

You didn’t think he’d know where it was, you’d heard other women in the clan talk about their mating stories and assumed you’d have to teach him basically everything. “Ahh! Lo’ak, oh god!” You moaned and he chuckled.

“How’s that feel?” He asked just to hear you say he was making you feel good and you moaned his name again. He grabbed your ass with his other hand, squeezing it softly. You couldn’t help your moans and groans of pleasure, bouncing feverishly on his cock. He grunted out your name, his cock throbbing as your tight pussy squeezed his dick perfectly.

He wrapped his arms around you, thrusting up into you and making you practically scream out of pleasure, the knot in your lower stomach getting tighter and tighter. You pussy was clenching hard as you tried to hold back, not wanting this to end.

“Fuck…” Lo’ak whispered, grunting as his balls begin to tighten up and his dick twitched. He moaned softly and said “shit- you feel so fucking good!” You smiled and went as fast as you could, tits bouncing in his face like crazy and pussy squeezing his dick so perfectly he could cum right then and there.

You groaned softly and said “uhh! Lo, I’m so close!” “Me too baby…just keep riding me j- uhh- fuck! just like that!” He said and you whimpered. He slapped your ass softly and it only made you closer to cumming.

Your breathing started to pick up and you squeezed around his dick hard as you moaned loud with not a care in the world. “Lo’ak! Oh my- ahh! Ahhh!” You moaned, your nails digging into his skin. He moaned at the pain, squeezing your ass as he felt his cock throb with the need to cum.

He grunted and said “I feel you baby! Come on, cum for me babygirl!” “Mmm! Uhhh! Lo’ak- I’m gonna cum- oh fuck! Ahh!” You moaned and finally released, squirting again and clenching so hard Lo’ak was struggling to hold back.

“Babe! Babe I’m cumming- no- no fuckfuckfuck- ughh!” He groaned, grabbing your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he came hard inside of you. He grunted as his cock throbbed and twitched like crazy, pumping cum endlessly into your tight little pussy.

“Shit!” He said and whined, it was borderline painful as both of your orgasms had yet to die down. When you were finally done, both of you were light headed and you were practically passed out, laying on his chest limply with him still inside you.

“I’m sorry…” he said softly, trying to catch his breath. You whimpered, pussy still twitching slightly as you said “for what?” “F- For finishing inside. I-I tried so hard not to I kept meaning to ask but I…well I kinda forgot” he said and you chuckled. He caressed his ribs as you said “it is okay, Lo’ak. I am not upset. You are my mate for life now, and if Eywa blesses us with a child now it is because it is right for us to start our family now. If not, that is also okay as well”

“You want kids already?” He asked, eyes widening. You chuckled, hearing his mind race and feeling his heartbeat quicken through tsaheylu as you said “I didn’t say that. I do not want to specifically start trying to have children just yet but if I happen to become with child I would trust that Eywa knows what’s good for us. I trust you, Lo’ak. I trust that everything will always be okay with you and that we will always figure it out…together”

“You’re so perfect” he said, looking at your lips. You smiled and cupped his cheek, kissing him passionately. He moaned a little at the unexpected surprise of being kissed so fast and so hard.

He quickly reacted though, kissing you back feverishly. You ran your hands over his chest, feeling the hard muscle that only strengthened day by day. He kept kissing you until eventually you started grinding against him, making him wince from overstimulation and sensitivity from the orgasm.

“Ah- babe I’m gonna need a minute” he said and you sighed. You lifted up off him slowly and laid on the soft moss next to him. He noticed you squeezing your thighs together and smirked. He bit his lip and said “just can’t get enough, can you?”

He made sweet love to you a few more times, his only goal to make you feel good. You fell asleep in his arms, watching the stars as he rubbed your back and played with the clothing pieces he put back on you. He felt so grateful that night, grateful for you.

The next morning, you two disconnected regretfully and you felt empty. You liked how you felt when you were connected to Lo’ak, it made your love for him grow even more. He brought you to a nearby river to rinse off, massaging your sore thighs and back.

Of course he smirked to himself when you were slightly shaky while walking, making you roll your eyes and shove him playfully. He found some berries and you both walked the long way back to the forest and ate some berries before the big breakfast with the clan.

When you got to the tents, everyone looked sorry and upset. You were confused until Kiri came running to you. “Y/n! Where have you been?!” Kiri said and your eyes widened, she looked like she’d been crying.

“I- I was at-” you started to say and she rolled her eyes. She grabbed your hand and said “it- i-it doesn’t matter you have to come with me” You could immediately tell by the way she was talking and how sad everyone was what was happening, or had already happened.

“No…no Kiri, don’t…she- she was- she was fine last night- I-I don’t understand” you said and she whimpered. Lo’ak felt his heart drop, this could not be. Kiri’s lip trembled as she said “I-I know…I know, b-but she doesn’t have much time”

You’d never ran so fast in your life, still holding Lo’ak’s hand because you didn’t want to be alone. You let go as you got closer to the tent and Lo’ak stopped following you. Kiri caught up and Lo’ak looked at with tears in his eyes.

“What’s wrong brother? Is she…” Kiri asked and Lo’ak shook his head. He sniffled and said “I- I-I don’t know I…Eywa, I can’t go in there” “what are you talking about? She needs you right now” Kiri said and Lo’ak let out a sob.

He groaned and said “it’s my fault. She should’ve been here, with her sick mother but instead we…” “no…ugh, you skxawng! Seriously?!” She said and smacked him lightly on the back of his head. He shook his head and said “do you think if I knew this was gonna happen now I would’ve still done the same things? She wanted to go to Utral Aymokriyä to listen to her dads and her grandparents' voices and then it just…happened. We are mated before Eywa now, it is done”

Kiri scoffed and said “that is why she wasn’t with her mom on her last night? Because you needed somewhere you put your stupid dick” “no! Fuck, Kiri it wasn’t like that. I love her! I love her, Kiri. I wasn’t planning to mate with her it just happened, okay? And I feel like the worst mate ever now because of it” he said and took a shaky breath.

Mo’at came out of the tent and said “Lo’ak! Get in here, now!” He wiped his tears away and Kiri shoved him closer making him groan. He slowly entered the tent and his heart broke as he watched you sob, holding your mothers hand as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

You were mumbling prayers through your sobs, not ready to let her go yet. He instantly began to cry harder, bending down to your level. “Oel ngati kameie” he said softly as he pulled up the thin blanket covering your mother’s body.

“Oel ngati kameie” she whispered, reaching for him. He quickly reached and grabbed her hand, caressing it softly and kissing it. “I want you to take care of her, okay? And I want you to be her mate. Please? I only trust you to take care of my daughter” she said and he nodded.

“H-He is, sa’nok. We ar- a-are mated before E-Eywa” you said, sniffling. Her eyes widened slightly as she smiled. She looked between you two and said “What? When?”

“Last night,” you said bashfully, taking a deep breath. She squeezed your hands slightly and said “oh, you have no idea h-how happy that makes me” Lo’ak smiled a little, brushing her braids out of her face.

Mäti groaned, pain surging through her body. She closed her eyes for a moment, making you scream as you feared you just lost her for good. She whimpered and said “I’m still here, maite. I will always be with you, you know that”

Her voice was weak and hoarse now and she was struggling more to talk. You shook your head and said “no, no I- I can’t live without you” “it is okay…i-it is okay, syulang” Mäti said, trying to calm you down.

She grunted, struggling to breathe. “I see you, sweet child” she whispered, wheezing slightly. Her breaths became shorter and faster, trying her hardest to stay alive. You whined as you said “no! Ma sa’nok!”

You were so scared, you didn’t know how to live without her. Her eyes began to flutter, you all knew this was it. “Mommy…” you whimpered, shaking your head as you begged the Great Mother to bless her with health and life again.

“Y/n…nga yawne lu oer” she said before she stopped breathing, her eyes dilating and her hands falling limply as her head lolled to the side. You gasped, your whole body shaking as you realized what just happened.

You shook your head, more sobs racking your body. “Ma sa’nok! No! No Great Mother- No! Wake up, please!” You screamed, shaking her body trying to get her to wake up.

“Y/n….” Lo’ak said and placed a hand on your back. You shoved him off and cupped your mothers face in your hands, trying to find life in her eyes again. You shook your head and screamed in agony, wailing as you felt the pain of the loss of your mother in your chest.

Lo’ak began to sob as well, he was so angry at himself, and heartbroken at the loss of what felt like a second mom. You pressed your forehead to hers, whimpering and crying harder than you ever have before.

“I’m so sorry, y/n” he said and you ignored him. You grabbed your mothers hand and said “wake up, mom. Mom…mom please! Mommy, wake up!” You cried and cried, unable to even think about calming down. Losing your dad and barely having any memories of him is hard on you, but now having had your mother take care of you, love you your entire life and for her to just suddenly no longer be here for the rest of your life is even harder.

He tried to touch you again and you shoved him, standing up. You shook your head and said “go away!” “W-What…” he said and you groaned. He stood up as well as you said “get away from me!”

He tried to touch again and you yelled out at him, shoving him so hard he nearly fell back. He shook his head and said “y/n-” “no, this is your fault! Your fault! I should’ve been here. M-My mother…oh Eywa, my mother i-is gone and I wasn’t with her on her last night alive. Ever since you came into the picture I’ve spent too much time with you. She needed me!” You said and scoffed.

His chin trembled as you bent down to your mothers lifeless body, sobbing as you pushed her eyelids down. He whimpered as he left the tent, punching the shit out of the nearest tree. Mo’at went in and tried to comfort you but it didn’t work for her either.

Kiri ran to Lo’ak and said “hey! What happened?” “Sh- fuck- s-she’s gone. M-Mäti is gone. A-And y/n is mad at me. Sh- S-She probably regrets what we did last night and I-I don’t blame her. She told me to go away b-because she’s upset that she was w-with me instead of being with Mäti on her final night a-and that because of me she’s been spending less time w- with her and too much with me. The worst part is, she’s f-fucking right!” Lo’ak yelled and sobbed, wiping his tears away.

Kiri shook her head and said “no sh- she didn’t…she’s just upset Lo’ak” Kiri was crying as well, Mäti also took care of her a lot when she was younger, you and her even considered yourself sisters because of how big of an impact you had on each others lives.

“No…no I’m the reason she wasn’t there. She will never get that time back. B-Because of me! And now she’s stuck with me forever!” He said and groaned, punching the tree again. Kiri stopped him, he already had some splinters so instead of letting him get an infection like Mäti that would kill him she brought him to her tent and began to take care of him.

Mo’at came in and didn’t even have the mental energy to scold him for hurting himself. She couldn’t help but think about her mother, she died similarly and it brought up a lot of old feelings. Not to mention, Mäti literally delivered Neytiri when Eytukan was rushing back from a hunting trip far away. They were great friends. She knew what you were going through better than she would’ve liked to.

“Y/n is experiencing the worst thing she’s ever gone through in her entire life. She’s upset and her mind is so messed up she doesn’t know left from right. She’s angry and she’s heartbroken and she wants to be comforted but she does not want to let anyone in either. You are her mate, Lo’ak. You’re going to have to learn these things about her and you’re going to have to learn how to take care of her when she’s in this state. She still loves you very much, I’m sure of it” Mo’at said to him and finished wrapping his hand in a leaf that’s healing properties would heal his hand in about 3-4 eclipses.

He nodded, tears still rolling down his face. “Now, go. She was asking for you” Mo’at said and practically pushed him all the way out. He slowly made his way back to the healing tent your mother had been living in for months.

You were still crying, not sobbing as much but you were still whimpering and hiccuping every now then. You looked over at him and stood up, gently putting your moms hand down on the mat. You walked over to him and your chin trembled as you looked up at him.

“I see you” he whispered, even if you were still mad at him he didn’t care. He saw you, he saw your pain, he saw how weak and vulnerable you were right now and he was ready to heal your emotional wounds no matter how hard it would be.

You sniffled and said “I see you, Lo’ak. I’m s-sorry about what I said earlier. It isn’t your fault. N-Not at all, you were…I actually liked having you there. I trusted you, and you showed me love and support and care when I really needed it. I could never regret the time we’ve spent together, and I surely can’t regret last night. Even if this is the worst day of my life, last night was the best. Because of you”

“You don’t have to apologize. I’ll always love you. And I’ll never be mad at you, I couldn’t possibly. You’re grieving, and you’re going through something unimaginably painful. Of course you're gonna have reactions you don’t mean to have. I'm here to take every harsh word, every shove, every cry, and also every smile, every laugh, and every hug with nothing but love and a smile. I only want to make you happy again” Lo’ak said, caressing your cheeks.

You nodded and whispered a shaky “thank you” He kissed your head and wiped your tears from under your puffy eyes, wrapping his arms tight around you. You cried softly into his chest, holding him tight. “Hey, hey it’s okay. I’m here, I’m here my love” he said, noticing how you seemed to be desperately holding onto him like he was going to leave or something.

You whimpered and said “I just…oh Eywa I’m scared somethings gonna h-happen to you” “I’m not going anywhere. I promise. I’m here with you, forever” he said and kissed your head a few times, rubbing your back.

Kiri came in and her heart broke as she saw Mäti lay there lifeless, not receiving the usual smile and seeing her lift her arms weakly to hug her. You looked up and Kiri sniffled, looking over at you. “I’m so sorry, y/n” she said and you bit your lip.

You hugged her and said “she really loved you, tsumke” “she loved you even more. Talked about you like you hung the moon and stars yourself” Kiri said and you both giggled. Lo’ak walked over and gently grabbed Mäti’s hand.

“I’m gonna take care of her. I promise. I’m gonna make her the happiest girl in the clan. Thank you for creating such a wonderful young woman that I now get to cherish for the rest of my life. I don’t deserve it, really. Rest in peace, Mäti” he said and caressed her hand, wiping away his tears.

1 year later

“Good morning, honey” he said softly, brushing your braids out of your face. You took a deep breath and mumbled “hi, baby” and stretched adorably, clinging to him after. He chuckled and kissed your head.

“I brought breakfast,” he said. It was some fish and some berries and a juiced fruit in a bowl. You smiled and kissed his cheeks, making him laugh. You heard Lawnol fussing a little and sighed, sitting up.

Lawnoltsim, or Lawnol as you called her, was your 3 month old baby girl. It’s not uncommon for a female to become pregnant the night she mates, and that is what happened to you. You realized your symptoms a few weeks after the loss of your mother and when Mo’at confirmed it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

You were excited to be a mother, and when Mo’at suspected it was a girl it only excited you more. Lo’ak was worried initially, he felt terrible for getting you pregnant and for putting through this at such a stressful time in your life. He was surprised to see how happy the pregnancy made you, even with all the pain you couldn’t help the joy you felt when you thought about your daughter or felt her kick.

He wanted to name her Lawnoltsim because it meant “a great source of joy”, and that’s what she was. She brought so much happiness during the hardest time of your life. She was nothing short of perfection to you.

You scooped her up out of the sleeping basket Neytiri weaved together for you a few weeks before your daughter was born and held her to your chest, kissing her head and caressing her little back. She cooed and Lo’ak smiled, he always fell in love with you more and more watching you be a mother to the daughter you made together.

“Hi, baby…oh you’re so beautiful,” you said and kissed her nose. She smiled up at you and played with your braids, babbling something. He wrapped his arms around your waist and said “my princesses. So gorgeous”

You giggled and kissed her cheek a few times, fixing her hair so it wasn’t so messy. You spent the morning with the two of them like you have every day since Lawnol was born, playing with her and singing to her and then breastfeeding her for a bit before having your breakfast.

He was worried about today, it was the 1 year anniversary of your mothers death.

Neytiri asked to spend the day with her grandbaby which you gladly agreed to, her and Jake had been really good about watching her when you and Lo’ak needed and never passed up an opportunity to spend time with their first granddaughter.

You went off to go hunting for a bit with some other warriors and Lo’ak began to worry more. You hadn’t acknowledged it all. He couldn’t help but think about how heartbroken you were that morning, how hard it was for you to leave the tent and bury her.

When you got back, you checked on Lawnol and then helped Mo’at make lunch. Lo’ak kept an eye on you, always lingering around. Of course he spent time with you throughout the day regularly as he was your mate and he was literally obsessed with you. But you knew why he was especially lingering today.

You knew well what day it was. You did take some time already to yourself to walk through the forest and process your thoughts, cried a little bit just thinking about everything. You didn’t want to turn today into a day of sadness. You just wanted to think about all the happy memories with your mother. All the good times, how happy she made you, what an amazing mother she was. You hoped to be that for Lawnol.

“Hey, honey” you said as you came into the tent, it was nearing eclipse. He was re-stringing his bow but had just finished when you came in. He smiled at you and said “hi…how are you?” You kissed him softly and said “I’m good”

He took a deep breath, you knew he didn’t believe you. You sat down in front of him and said “I know you don’t believe me. But I promise I am. I know today is one year since I lost my mother and I should be really sad about that but I am not. I…I do not want to be sad. I just simply want to celebrate the happy times I had with her, and what an amazing mother she was and how she impacted the clan and everyone else’s lives. I miss her greatly, but moping around and crying about it isn’t going to bring her back”

“I’m just worried for you. It was hard watching you go through that” he said, caressing your cheek. You smiled and he sighed softly, admiring your features. He couldn’t help himself sometimes. You grabbed his hand and said “I do appreciate it, you know. I was just about to go to the tree of voices to hear her voice. Do you want to come with me?”

You hadn’t gone yesterday because it was your birthday and you didn’t want to be sad. You wanted to wait until today instead. He nodded and stood up, following you. You walked quietly, tail swishing gently as you held Lo’ak’s hand.

You walked up to the tree, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. You took a deep breath and connected your kuru to the tree, gasping slightly as you heard your mothers voice. Lo’ak hugged you from behind gently, bring his own kuru to the tree and listening to his ancestors voices.

You felt a tear slip down your face and you sighed. You whimpered slightly and Lo’ak disconnected from the tree, kissing your head and moving his arm up to sip the tears away. He caressed your waist as he said “it’s okay, baby. Just cry it out if you need to”

“I miss her, Lo…” you whispered. He rested his chin ontop of your head and said “I know, syulang. I miss her too” “she loved you so much. You have no idea, Lo’ak. She was so obsessed, she was always asking about you. She knew you were it for me. My mate” you said and smiled.

He chuckled and said “I know. Everytime she could get me alone she swore that it was the perfect time to mate before Eywa forever. And she…” He stopped because he began to tear up and his throat felt tight.

“What?” You asked, disconnecting from the tree and turning around to look at him. He cleared his throat and said “s-she trusted me to- t-to take care of you. Do you remember? W-When I came to the tent s-she made me promise…p-promise that I would take care of you, a-and she said she only trusted me to be y-your mate”

“Oh, Lo’ak,” you said and cupped his cheeks. He cried softly as he looked at you, wondering if he really had been fulfilling Mäti’s final wishes like he tried to. As if you could hear his thoughts, you said “you have. You have done an amazing job at protecting me, loving me, caring for me, and you’ve done the same for our daughter”

“I try…” he joked, sighing softly. You smiled and said “I see you, my mate” “I see you” he whispered back, pressing his forehead to yours. You both took a deep breath, embracing each other and falling even more in love with each other with every second that passes.

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kaeluc-genshinimpact · 6 months

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It's time again for a round of "Are they brothers or aren't they brothers?"

Kaeluc Antis never tire of accusing shippers of shipping an incestuous ship. And that's why I would like to write a little about it. 1. At least in Germany you can't just adopt a child. Qoute: To be able to adopt a child, the biological parents must have consented to the adoption. It is irrelevant how the parents relate to each other. The consent must come from both parents. For example, in the case of stepchild adoption, the permission of the parent who does not continue to care for the child must be given. Source Diluc's father couldn't have adopted Kaeya, because Kaeya's father never agreed to it. And I take extra German guidelines, because Mondstadt is modeled after Germany. Especially because Keaya would then have taken the Ragnvindrs' family name and would no longer be called Alberich.

2. What are sworn brothers. Qoute: In the European Middle Ages and early modern times, oath brotherhood (Latin fraternitas iurata) referred to an artificial kinship relationship between two friends, which was often sealed through ritual acts, including within the church. These rituals could include mixing or exchanging the blood through drinking (blood brotherhood). For a cross-cultural order, see Brother (friendship). Since the publication of the book Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe by the historian John Boswell, there has been a discussion in history, in the lesbian and gay movement, but also in the various churches about the extent to which this institution can be seen as proof that Christianity is same-sex is connections in the past are not only acknowledged but also acknowledged. However, John Boswell's claim (see below) that sworn brotherhoods were legitimized as same-sex partnerships (i.e. including genital acts) accepted by the Orthodox Church in the form of adelphopoiesis is not tenable. The original purpose of adelphopoiesis was to establish a spiritual kinship (as in a baptismal sponsorship) (see below).[2] However, contrary to the claims of Boswell's critics to the contrary, the oath brotherhood must actually have been used by same-sex couples. This is proven by Orthodox canon law, which justifies the abolition of adelphopoiesis in Eastern Roman law and in the ecclesiastical canons with the fact that the oath brotherhood had been abused for the “fulfillment of carnal lusts and sensual passions”.[3] Source So we are talking about a spiritual brotherhood/family and not an adoptive or kinship. Otto Apocalypse from Honkai Impact also says that Welt can join his family by becoming Otto's sworn brother. In this case, it may even be right, if Kaeya actually calls Diluc his brother and Crepus his father.

3. Can I marry my Stepsilbing. Qoute: According to Section 1308 Paragraph 1 Sentence 1 BGB, a marriage should not be concluded between people whose relationship within the meaning of Section 1307 BGB has been established through adoption. This does not apply if the acceptance relationship has been terminated. Otherwise, adoptive siblings can only marry each other with the approval of the family court (Section 1308 Paragraph 2 BGB). However, the effectiveness of a marriage concluded contrary to this provision is not affected. It cannot be repealed because this case is not mentioned in Section 1314 of the German Civil Code (BGB). Source

So yes. Keaya could marry Diluc, if he would break the relationship with Diluc and his father. So. If Kaeya had been adopted. Which he isn't.

And even the Webtoon Artist of the official Genshin Impact Webcomics shipped them togehter:

No matter how you turn it and turn it, there is still a translation error. Diluc and Kaeya are not adopted brothers, but sworn brothers. Deal with it.

#kaeluc #diluc ragnvindr #luckae #kaeya alberich #genshin impact

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sytokun · 1 year

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RWBY's characters are friggin hard to write properly

"People who make RWBY rewrites will never know the effort CRWBY goes through to make RWBY, they just say their work is better"

Rewriters, with 0 funding, 0 studio backing and niche fan support:

How do I write Ruby as a nuanced long-term protagonist who struggles with trying to carry on someone else's legacy (Summer) while becoming her own person as one of the youngest people in the cast? Between Ozpin cementing her Hunter career and Summer's death, how does she know how much of her dreams and goals are truly her own, and how much will her morals be tested as she finds out the actual sacrifices and difficult choices she will have to make as a Hunter, which goes far beyond her initial idealistic idea of Hunters as infallible heroes who are always on the right side?

How do I write Weiss' struggle and deal with the fact that Jacques is underwhelming as her personal antagonist, with his motivations as a businessman seemingly entirely divorced from Weiss' own goals of becoming a Hunter, and thus her own goals of becoming a Hunter runs contrary to the kind of journey she needs to become the SDC's heiress? How do I best convey her loneliness and her presentation between the trailer and the show, where her inner life is sullen and contemplative, but her outer personality manifests in being overly abrasive and competitive? How do I portray her struggling with her racist views while not making her an outright unlikeable lead, giving her moral journey the nuance it deserves and not just sweeping it under the rug and have her simply undergo a change of heart on a dime?

How do I write Blake, which means by extension I need to properly write the entirety of the White Fang? How should I contextualise her relationship with Adam, her undercover identity with Beacon and her conflict between wanting peace and coexistence vs. standing up for the right thing, as someone who is part of a disenfranchised people yet is now working for a majority human organisation and Kingdom? How do I write her as a Faunus and show her unique struggle as one in this fantasy world that seems familiar and relatable, but also believable for a people whose animal features grant them wildly more disparate biological differences from humans beyond just skin colour, even many of them being outright advantages over humans, thus not making them a straightforward 1-to-1 allegory for race in our world?

How do I write Yang, someone whose entire character rides a very delicate balance between a family-oriented, sentimental and protective sister and surrogate mother figure; and a thrill-seeking, reckless person willingly throwing herself into danger out of a distinct lack of purpose and concern for her own life, due to never having a proper childhood and growing up too early, so every day is spent like she's a brilliant star that's looking for every opportunity to burn herself out for the sake of others or giving her life some sense of purpose?

How do I write Jaune, who is infamously known for how much screentime he steals from the main cast, so I have to trim everything surrounding him to facilitate the main girls' development, while still giving him the same amount of substance fans come to expect from him due to his disproportionately large amount of prominence and screentime for the past 10 years? How do I rework his role as an audience surrogate and have him be inexperienced but also not inconsistently ignorant (like not knowing what Aura is despite being from a family of Hunters), knowing that after he's done learning, he still needs an actual characterisation to fall back on?

How do I write Ren and Nora, knowing that they've been treated as a 2-in-1 package from the start? How do I make them more distinct characters, knowing I may need to expand on them further down the line, but also making sure they fulfill their roles as supporting characters without taking too much time away from the main cast? What sort of traits do I give them that makes them more distinct from each other, while selling to the audience that they've known each other forever, making them believable as childhood partners while also being their own people with tangible personal lives beyond each other's company?

How do I write Pyrrha, someone who only got proper characterisation in the second half of the same Volume she dies, and properly pace it throughout the story, while also making sure she properly stands as her own person and not just a vehicle devoted for Jaune's development to the detriment of her relationships with everyone else, including her other teammates? How do I portray her complex inner turmoil, where she's torn between her destiny of becoming someone great after showing great promise and talent since a young age, but also seeks a normal, fulfilling life forming connections with people she can view as equals and not from atop a pedestal? How do I deal with her immensely polarising death, knowing that if I do so, I would be trading a great amount of potential for growth and unexplored avenues for her character in exchange for a story-defining loss that singlehandedly changed the story moving forward?

How do I write Penny, someone whose newfound humanity poses far-reaching questions for the nature of Aura and the soul in Remnant, whose friendship with Ruby needs to be given proper devotion and time to really sell their friendship, given she occupies a pretty notable role as Ruby's best friend who isn't from her team or JNPR, or even really associated with Beacon? How do I handle her death and possible return, knowing that her soul's malleable nature could lead to any number of possible ways she can come back to life, but not as herself - showing that while she may be, in a sense, immortal, there is still always a price to pay for reviving her; because simply bringing her back with no repercussions feels dramatically unsatisfying and cheapens the power and impact of her first death?

How do I write Ozpin, one of the most divisive and enigmatic figures in the show, whose fan perception of him ranges from "well-intentioned tragic hero" to "morally grey immortal pragmatist" to "manipulative head of shadow government"? How do I satisfyingly convey the extent of his powers and wisdom, as well as the moral mire of his actions, knowing I have to push and pull the view of the audience towards him - and by extension the views of Ruby and the other heroes - starting as a fairly trustworthy if shady mentor, slowly unraveling his past and calling him into question, and how that would divide the allegiances of the cast?

How do I write Raven, another mysterious figure who left her daughter and family behind for equally mysterious reasons? What could reasonably cause someone like her, a battle-hardened warrior and formerly a hero, to abandon her daughter? Why does her Semblance seem to contradict this, allowing her to instantly reach people she cares for, showing she may actually have cared all along, but was forced to distance herself for some reason?

How do I write Cinder, a widely-disliked villain who many consider to overstay her welcome and has a uninteresting personality, and considered one of the least compelling antagonists in the show, despite being one of the most prominent ones? What could I do to improve her place in the series to make her a more compelling villain, while still maintaining her more substantial traits, like how she seeks power and control, and uses a mix of intimidation and cunning to strip power away from Ozpin, while coordinating large-scale plans involving multiple accomplices and complex Semblances?

How do I write Adam, a character who elicits some of the most impassioned reactions from any side of the fandom, knowing that he is an oppressed Faunus in a group fighting to keep their own place in a world that violently wants to keep them down? How do I fairly represent him and the White Fang as a faction that causes large-scale conflict in Remnant and the plot, knowing I have to grapple with the uncomfortable situation that our heroes are fighting possibly the only group on Remnant willing to fight for the rights of the Faunus? Is it worth maintaining their canon portrayal as a once noble group with corrupted ideals (knowing the canon show's horrible history of villainising disenfranchised people in favour of an unjust but comfortable status quo) or should the portrayal of this group evolve to meet a better standard that better represents people opposing such blatant inequality and discrimination?

How do I weigh the options between keeping or removing Oscar, a character who is popular but also criticised for being an extraneous protagonist-type character, and do this knowing he is polarising enough that I would make one half of the fandom unhappy no matter what I choose - those who love Oscar and his inclusion in the show and the moral conflict he presents, as well as being a sort of moral contrast to Ozpin, vs. those who feel he is narratively unnecessary and under normal circumstances, he has very little reason to exist in the story?

What do I do with Salem, a character whose presence determines the entire direction and stakes of the show, whose early introduction led to large periods of inaction and passivity that diminishes her impact and legitimacy as a villain?

How do I write Ironwood, a greatly divisive character who some view as a misunderstood hero and potential ally who was turned into an unapologetic villain only through a mishandled narrative, while others view as an inevitable antagonist who was always destined to come to blows with the heroes? How do I balance his role as a strong but unstable ally of Ozpin, who is an open book who is quick to action while Ozpin is secretive and slow to act, and portray this uneasy tension well up until the Fall of Beacon, past Ozpin's death and all the way till Ironwood's tipping point in the fight against Salem and the Grimm?

And so on and so forth for every other character - not even including the setting and overarching plot.

We may have 20/20 hindsight by working with an existing work, but we also have to use every ounce of that hindsight to work with whatever shit that RWBY makes up - which is a far more herculean task than many give it credit for.

Our benefit of hindsight is countered by canon RWBY's benefit of foresight and the responsibility to create a cohesive narrative with the characters and setting they have. Our job is hardly easier; creation of any sort is a hard endeavour - it's just hard in a different way than making something from scratch. One is the freedom of a writer to create something new and then seeing it through; the other is the editor who must correct for mistakes and properly respect and best enhance the work that is on their table.

People who dismiss RWBY rewrites and fanfiction like to think RWBY is this perfectly tended garden, and we're just harmful pests coming to strip and infest it for no discernible reason, when the reality is closer to RWBY being a buggy, rushed game with exploitative monetization and near game-breaking glitches, and we are players and modders simultaneously trying clean up the mess it left behind and hash it together into something less prone to failure.

No one is denying that a lot of effort and work went into the game. Doesn't mean that the game isn't a buggy product on release and its creators could have done so, so much better. The recent Pokemon S&V game is a perfect example of how a piece of media can have a lot of fun things to enjoy and is widely-liked with a lot of great content - and also be intensely broken and criminally underdelivered, given the resources and underlying value of the property the company has access to.

#rwby #rwde #rwby rewrite

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