#but COME ON he’s definitely hiding something
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Impossible to Resist
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (Mafia/Mob AU)
Word Count: 1,144
Summary: From time to time your husband has to attending important events and from time to time you just don't want to go and would rather keep him home.
Author's Note: Seb's new and delicious looks have been so fun! I just loved the idea of a bratty reader seeing him looking perfect and just needing to keep him home-at least a little longer 😏Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you so much Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: fun, fluff, bratty reader, dom Bucky but he's always soft and sweet for his wife, fingering, curses
“You’re still not dressed?”
Bucky’s voice rumbles through the room and even from your semi-hidden spot under the plush covers you can hear the edge in his voice.
“BUCKKKYYYYY. I don’t feel like going to the gala,” you whine.
“Doll,” he warns. “We don’t have time for you to be a brat. Get. Dressed.”
“NO.”
In the next breath the covers are ripped from your body and your bare skin instantly chills in the cooler air. You keep your face snuggled into the pillow to hide your smile but do nothing to hide the curves of your body for him.
You feel his heat first then the familiar weight of him against you when his lips meet your ear.
“If you’re trying to tempt me into staying home it’s not going to work.”
“Yes it is,” you murmur, still hiding.
That’s when you take the opportunity to remove yourself from the pillow and languidly stretch your body out under him.
Your breath catches when your eyes focus on him.
His lips turn up into a knowing smirk and he stares right back. Your palms flatten on his hard chest and you gently push him off you so you can get a look at all of him.
The crisp white material of his shirt is fitted against every sculpted muscle and his pants fall effortlessly over his long legs. But it’s the neatly fastened bow tie that has you licking your lips before your teeth sink into the wet flesh.
“Bucky.”
You sit up and crawl to the edge of the bed to reach out for him. Your arms circle around his neck and you curl your fingers through the ends of his hair.
“I don’t want to go,” you whine. Again.
He takes your chin between his fingers and tugs your face up to his to let his nose run along your cheek and when his lips are just a centimeter from yours he whispers, “get dressed.”
With a kiss he releases your chin and steps back.
You pout and chase his lips. “What am I going to wear?”
“I bought you something. A surprise. Come see.”
Still naked, you slide from the bed and follow with a huff.
“I think what I’m wearing now is just fine,” you purr.
He takes your hand in his, sliding his fingers up your arm until they rest at the back of your neck. He gently massages as he guides you toward your walk-in closet.
“Definitely my favorite outfit,” he croons. “But not for a gala.”
You giggle and press yourself into his side.
A garment bag hangs against one of the glass doors and he walks over to slowly unzip it, revealing a gorgeous designer dress beneath.
You gasp and clap your hands together.
“OH BUCKY! It’s perfect.”
“Of course it is,” he preens. “I picked it out.”
You step into his arms and press your soft curves against his hardness.
“Are you sure I have to get dressed now though?”
Your fingers work along his broad shoulders and then straighten the bow tie at his neck. You graze your hands over his chest and bat your lashes.
“Doll face,” he simpers.
“Hmm?” you ask in a soft sweet voice, feigning innocence.
His hand falls between your bodies and he smooths his fingers along your skin leaving goosebumps in their path.
A soft moan spills past your lips and he moves you toward the wall, pinning you against it with his body.
As his fingertips continue teasing along your skin you quickly undo his bow tie so you can tug on each side and pull his lips down to yours. He groans into your mouth and slips his hand between your legs.
“Please Bucky. Please,” you beg. “I need you.”
“Fuck doll,” he murmurs. “You know hearing those words makes me weak.”
When his fingers meet your soaked flesh he hisses out another curse and easily slides them along your clit, gently pressing and circling until your legs are shaking.
“Is this what you want baby doll?” he asks as he pulls away to gaze at you.
“Yes Bucky,” you breathe out. “Yes!”
He’s still fully dressed and the lush fabric of his clothes is overwhelming as it glides along your heated and sensitive skin. With his hand wedged between your bodies you can feel the cool metal of his bracelet and ring as they press into your skin and it makes you roll your hips, desperate for more.
A firm hand spreads your thighs wider and he pushes a finger inside you. His lips meet your neck and he bites down on your pulse point, relishing how you tighten around his finger.
“You’re such a brat,” he whispers against your lips. “So needy for me.”
“Always Bucky,” you answer on a moan.
He slips a second finger inside you and rolls his thumb over your clit. His other hand ghosts up to your neck and gently closes around your throat. At first the pressure is light but as you begin to chant his name he puts more, squeezing harder like you squeeze his fingers.
Your orgasms hits you in a blissful ripple, making your body tremble and cling to him until you ride out every second of perfection.
He pulls his fingers free, still glistening with your release, and lifts them to your mouth to run them along its plush outline. Your tongue darts out to lick them and he hums in satisfaction, parting your lips until you clean his fingers of every drop.
“See how sweet you taste,” he whispers before he kisses you.
You’re putty in his hands by the time he pulls away and you grasp his shoulders.
“Please. I want you inside me Bucky.”
His mouth captures yours in another hard and dominant kiss. “I decide when I’m going to fuck you.”
Your lips curve wickedly. “Fine. As long as it’s now.”
Amusement dances in his eyes, but it’s quickly extinguished with determination and desire. Keeping his gaze locked on you, he starts to drag the undone bow tie from his neck.
You try to stay steady as he reaches behind you and brings your wrists together, securing them tightly with the silky fabric.
“You’re going to do as you’re told,” he murmurs as he spins you around and presses his chest to your back.
His lips lightly brush the shell of your ear. “Understand doll?”
You give your wrists a slight tug, whimpering when nothing budges.
“Yes Bucky. I understand.”
He steps back to look at you, naked with your legs spread wide, thighs shiny with your wetness, and growls out a low “fuck.”
“Please Bucky!”
You arch along the wall, presenting yourself for him.
“When I’m ready doll,” he says, running his hand along the curve of your spine, “I’ll fuck you like the madman you’ve turned me into.”
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⋅˚₊‧ secretly dating TXT ‧₊˚ ⋅
3.2k words. headcannon. boyfriend!txt x fem!reader, nondescriptive smut scenes. light jealousy. friends to lovers. mentions of phone sex, mutual masturbation, oral sex, riding
ᯓ★ YEONJUN
He’s real cheeky about it, always has a little smirk on his face when you step into the room and he’s so sure no one knows what’s going on but he’s also so obvious about it. Even if they don’t think you’re dating, they definitely think there’s feelings there.
Yeonjun is always the type to try and impress you too, has to show off how good he is at things and makes sure you’re watching when he does.
Anytime you go out with them, he’s going to make sure you’re by him or if you split off into groups he’s going to be with you. Every now and then he tries to hold your hand and has to remind himself to chill out until he sees Beomgyu or someone take your attention then suddenly he’s snatching you away with some excuse.
“We’re gonna go get drinks,” Yeonjun says as he practically drags you away from Kai who had been trying to take a selfie with you, “Who wants something?”
“I’ll come wi—“
“We don’t need everyone, the line’s already long,” he argues, making sure to pull you behind him, “We’ll be quick.”
“Could you make it any more obvious?” You ask him once the two of you are far enough from the others. He smirked, interlacing your fingers together, “I can if you want me too.”
If it isn’t obvious yet, Yeonjun is not good at keeping it a secret. He is confident in his ability to keep it on the low until he gets in too good of a mood, then all he wants to do is put his hands on you.
Especially when you go out for drinks and you’re wearing one of his favorite outfits dancing to some song you like and swaying your hips with just the right amount of rhythm that he feels hypnotized.
Usually, he’ll have to distract himself talking with the others but after one too many drinks, he’ll make his way toward you and push away whoever you’re dancing with so you can focus on him and him alone, hands playfully tracing the curve of your hips, sliding under the hem of your shirt and smirking when you push his hand away.
By the time you call it a night, it’s hard to keep your boyfriend off you and you end up barely making it past the door of your apartment when he’s already pushing you up against the wall with his mouth on yours.
He likes taking his time with you, he swears, but something he gets a little too eager. It’s difficult ‘keeping it a secret’ and sometimes all he wants to do is get down on his knees and show you how much he appreciates you.
He has one of your legs thrown over his shoulders, teasing your inner thighs with soft bites that make your breath hitch.
“Don’t be a tease,” you tried to sound playful but it was hard when you felt breathless from the way he pinched your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you needed him the most.
“Oh, like how you weren’t being a tease in front of everyone?” He asked, kissing your clit softly, earning a light moan to fall from your lips.
“Not on purpose,” you sighed, head back against the wall as you closed your eyes to soak in the feeling of his tongue between your wet folds. Yeonjun knew exactly what to do with your body. Maybe it’s because you started off as friends, learned everything it was about each other that when it came to getting intimate, it didn’t take long for him to know what to do to make you moan his name.
And he loved the sound of your voice when you moaned for him so lovingly. His tongue does wonders between your legs and when paired with his long fingers, you can’t help but let yourself fall for him harder every time.
ᯓ★ SOOBIN
Nervous boyf to the core. We know he likes to joke around with TXT and technically speaking you are their friend but when you start dating Soobin…
Oh it’s like a schoolboy crush he’s got to hide. He used to be just as playful with you as before but now he’s scared to get too close because what if he kisses you? Oh my goodness, how would he hold himself back if he gets too close?
Sometimes when you’re around everyone he’ll sit down next to you and spread his legs a little further so that nobody else can squeeze in between you and he’ll make sure that his leg touches yours. If he’s feeling extra bold he might put his hand on your thigh, squeeze it a little and try to cover up his teasing by doing the same to Taehyun or Kai under pretense of joking around.
But let’s not forget about jealous boyfriend Soobin.
“No, Y/n, this is a serious question,” Yeonjun reached for your hand and gave it a tight squeeze, “Who do you think is hotter? Me or Soobin.”
You made the mistake of jokingly saying, ‘You’ thinking Soobin would obviously know you’re only saying it to make Yeonjun feel better but boy were you wrong.
He was upset, visibly upset to the point that when you looked over at him, he would give you a side eye and look away. Everyone noticed it too and found it damn near comical that he was so bothered by it but of course they didn’t know why. He didn’t even talk to you about it till later that night.
“I was joking, Binnie,” you clung to him from behind, “Of course I think you’re so much better looking than anyone but if I said you, everyone would think somethings up. They already think I favorite yo—“
“As you should! I’m your boyfriend, you should favorite me,” He would argue with a cute pout.
He's never an angry type of jealous, usually he gets pouty and thinks about it for days which in turn leaves you wanting to prove to him how much you prefer him over anyone else.
“Jagi,” Soobin had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep his voice down but it was getting hard—well, he was, “Everyone is w-waiting for us.”
“So?” You asked, kissing down his chest as you pushed his shirt up and without being told to, he held it up with the hem between his teeth. He even lifted his hips to help you pull his jeans down, “I’ve missed you.”
Your hand teased his growing bulge, palming his erection over his briefs as you got more comfortable in the backseat of his car. The parking garage was dark and almost empty but he still looked out the windows nervously.
You were supposed to be meeting your friends for a game night and he had told them all he was going to pick you up since you were ‘on the way’ to the dorms, but in reality he needed a little more time with you alone. He just didn’t think that meant you’d ask him to meet you in the backseat so you could show him how much you missed him with your lips around his cock.
And what was he supposed to do when they texted him asking where you were? Was he supposed to tell them that he was moaning your name while hiding down in the parking garage? His hands in your hair, head thrown back with pleasure and abs tightening every time he took a deep breath.
“So good,” he sighed blissfully, eyes threatening to fall shut when your tongue traced the vein that traveled down his length, “Don’t wanna go see them anymore.”
“We have to,” you released him from your mouth, stroking him teasingly, “Or else they’ll get suspicious.”
And by the time you made it upstairs, Soobin couldn’t bother to care about the complaints from everyone about your tardiness. Not when it was taking everything in him not to just pull you into his lap and kiss you for everyone to see.
ᯓ★ BEOMGYU
He’s probably the only member who’s actually good at hiding the fact that he’s dating you.
He jokes with you the same way he jokes with everyone else so no one would ever know that when he touches you under the table, he likes to tease too.
They don’t know that when he says he’s going to play an arcade and sneaks away from the dorm, he’s actually going over to your place when no one’s around and hanging out with you.
In all honesty, he’s probably the best ‘friends to lovers’ of them all. You’re his best friend and have been for a while so when the two of you started dating, it just became like an added perk.
Not only does he get to game with you and crack jokes but now he gets to kiss you and make you feel good too.
It’s great, seriously, and the only downside to it is how serious he comes off to you. Sometimes you struggle to remember he's more than just a friend and sometimes he forgets to remember he doesn’t like it when the others get too close to you.
It’s only okay when he gets close to you, not Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun or even Kai. He’s made it clear he’s your ‘best friend’ so yes, he does feel like he has a right to get jealous sometimes.
“What does it matter, Gyu? You got up so I took your seat,” Kai laughed, making himself comfortable next to you on the couch, “The movies about to start just sit next to Jun.”
“But I was sitting there first,” Beomgyu practically stomped his foot in a tantrum, “I went to make Y/n and I popcorn, how are we supposed to share if you took my seat?”
Meaning: how am I supposed to cuddle with Y/n under the blanket if you’re in the way?
“Kai, don’t be mean, he was sitting there first,” you laughed, glancing over at Beomgyu who was pouting now, “Maybe you guys should ‘Paper, Rock, Scissors’ this and the winner gets to sit next to me.”
You gave them both a cheeky smile which made Kai roll his eyes and cringe, “Ew, I don’t want to sit next to you anymore.”
“Then move,” Beomgyu said, already forcing himself down next to you and pushing Kai out the way.
Even when the two of you are all alone and you get too touchy, it’s always playful. There’s always giggles here and there and jokes that make you both stop and laugh.
And after a while he gets lazy with his excuses. He stays out later and when he doesn’t make it home some nights, everyone knows by this time that he’s probably just hanging out with you.
“I’m going to the arcade.”
“With Y/n?”
“No, by myself.”
“Right, I thought you’d be with your best friend tonight.”
It’s only when neither of you answer the phone that the rumors start circulating.
“Oh my god, just ignore it,” Beomgyu groaned as your phone rang for the third time. Soobin and Kai were blowing up your phone after you promised to play them online tonight. Meanwhile you’re naked in bed with your boyfriend who just looks so pretty under you.
He even knew you were supposed to be gaming and that’s why he came over to keep your attention from drifting to anyone but him.
“So greedy, all the time,” you moaned softly, raising your hips against his member and sinking back down to feel the way he stretched your walls for you, “Always want my attention. I thought you wanted to keep it a secret.”
“I do,” he nearly whimpered, fingers digging into your thighs with pleasure, “But it’s hard.”
ᯓ★ TAEHYUN
He’s even worse at hiding it than Yeonjun. He’s just too clingy and he can’t really hide that even around the other members. He’s already touchy with the others but when it comes to his girlfriend? Boy, oh boy.
He likes to touch your thigh under the table or trace your spine whenever you stand in front of him and no one’s looking. When you run your fingers through his hair while watching a movie, he tends to get a little lost in the feeling and starts to doze off with his head practically on your lap.
The others ignore it for the most part but every now and then Kai will try to make a comment about his touchiness toward you and suddenly Taehyun has to act out.
One time the two of you almost got caught getting a little too close while at the bar and he literally pushed you off him before Yeonjun could see you try and kiss him. He ended up paying for that in the end.
“Jagi, just one kiss,” Taehyun begged later that night when you rejected his second attempt since you got back to your place. You weren’t actually mad at him but he liked messing with you so what was wrong with it’s you doing it back?
“Well I tried to give you a kiss earlier and you pushed me away, remember?” You asked, hiding your smirk and turning your back to him. Taehyun didn’t like that at all, and practically pounced on your bed to hold you.
“But I want it now.”
Hes a jealous guy too, a quiet, introverted jealous guy. He won’t say anything but there’ll be signs. He’ll keep his eyes on you and whoever you’re with and have no shame about it.
One time you asked Soobin to help you reach something instead of Taehyun and he couldn’t hide how annoyed he was by it. He even went as far as mocking you for it later that night.
Whenever you’re more distracted by your phone than him, he’s always gotta try and get your attention back on him.
Usually, if you’re alone, it’s with little touches here and there.
He likes playfully pulling at your shirt to bring you closer to him, smile on his face when you whine at being exposed.
You’ll try and escape his affection but you always end up giving in and you end up making out on your couch when you’re finally alone.
He’s handsy too, he loves the way you feel under his fingertips especially when your skirts rolled up and he’s gotten your panties off.
“So soft,” he always reminds you when he traces a finger along your clit, massaging into it with some of your slick. He’s always gentle when he touches you, always kisses down your sides and aims to please you first.
“Mhm,” you moan lightly, hand brushing his soft hair back so you could see his big boba eyes look up at you while he kisses your navel. They distract you from his hand until you feel his middle finger tease your entrance.
“It’s so hard to keep my hands off you,” he always makes sure to remind you when he’s making you feel good with those hands. He’s never shy when it comes to touching you either, always knows just when to curl his fingers or rub your clit while he does it. When he can tell you’re close, he likes to kiss you, swallow your moans and feel your tighten around his fingers.
ᯓ★ KAI
He thought it would be easy at first but he quickly realized how wrong he was.
In the beginning, he did his best to treat you like a friend and nothing else. He would talk to you like he talks to the other members and he wouldn’t make a scene whenever you talked too long to someone else.
He would only get nervous when you would look at him for too long, or wink at him, talk about how he’s your favorite or sit close to him.
And you loved to get him riled up when no one’s looking.
You’re the one to usually initiate something, like when you casually trace your fingers through his hair.
How is he supposed to act unbothered by it?
When you’re out with them all and someone tries hitting on you, and you have to quietly explain that you’re kind of seeing someone which leads the others to ask who, how is Kai not supposed to shout out that it’s him?
How’s he supposed to just join in with the interrogation and act like he doesn’t know anything either?
“Wait, have we met him?” Yeonjun asks you and none of them seem to notice how you look over at Kai and smile so innocently while he’s sweating billets.
“I don’t kiss and tell,” you always say, half laughing at how annoyed they all look and Kai has to pretend to be just as annoyed when in reality he wants to smile too.
“I don’t think we’ll ever know,” he’ll try and pipe in, trying not to smirk and when they’re not looking at him, he winks at you and enjoys the little secret you share.
To be honest, you’re the one who fell for him first.
For some reason his cringey jokes and over the top laugh really pulled you in and when you made the move on him, he hadn’t known what to think.
For the longest he thought of you as a friend so the night you were on video call playing a game together and you were laying on your bed, barely covered by the blanket… he kept getting distracted.
Then you would say something flirty while shifting around and showing the little shorts you wore to sleep and how they barely covered anything, along with your tank top. He would remind himself that you’re just a friend and he’s probably reading too into it
So everything was on the low to begin with. None of the others knew how the two of you would spend almost every night on the phone together and Kai could tell them but why would he? So that they could think they could call you too and take your attention away?
Plus, did he really want them to know about how you looked fresh out the shower on the phone with him? Or how you sounded when you whispered softly with your hand down your panties asking if he’s touching himself too?
And it was known Kai had such a nice voice that you couldn’t help but encourage him to let you hear it when he stroked his stiff member in his bedroom late at night.
“I can’t hear you,” you would remind him, hand touching down your body and showing the camera what he can’t see in person.
“They’re going to hear me,” he whispers, letting out a small moan when you pull down your top and tease him with a view of your bare chest.
“Everyone’s asleep,” you say, “Please? It’s not fair, I don’t ever get to see you alone.”
Your words always got to him, and he would stroke himself just a little faster and whisper, “I want to see you too.”
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I’ve been gone for months and I needed something kind of quick and easy to write so hope you guys liked it 😭should I do more of these?
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HIIII I JUST READ YOUR BOOTHILL IDEA ABOUT PREGNANCY AND I AM WELL FED 😭 i love how angsty it is. oh boy i'm sure struggles a lot during his s/o's pregnancy. like...it has lots of cry and self-conflict because he may thinking that he isn't helping his s/o. there gonna be small arguments and misunderstandings. it's hard for the both of them and the baby. 🥹
ohhhh yes. yup. decided to take a real angsty route with this one. I added some mentions of his actual backstory here, bc my og one was written before his backstory was released lols
Boothill definitely cries during your whole entire pregnancy. He also has a lot of bad thoughts about himself during it, too.
At first, he tries to hide it, and either subtly cry, or just simply wait until you’re no longer in the room or the house. He doesn’t want you to know that he’s not happy because of the state he’s in.
He used to be human, he used to be flesh, and most importantly, he once had a daughter of his own, and that's what crushes him the most. He fears so much that he’s almost going to replace her, even though he knows deep down in his heart that it most definitely wouldn’t be able to happen.
He also feels so bad about not being able to do normal human things for your during your pregnancy :(((( he knows how much you want to be able to be soft and intimate, to take baths and be able to have a cozy massage and just a cozy person around in general, and he’s the exact opposite of that. He doesn’t even think he deserves the husband title anymore.
He literally once asked you why you’re still with him and not someone else. You explained that you loved him and you wanted to be with him, and even then he never really expressed the way he felt about himself to you but you could sort of see it in his eyes. He didn’t like the way he was and the fact that he can’t be what he refers to as a “proper dad” to his kid.
He knows it’s hard on you, too, and he also knows that you’re catching onto his harsh thoughts, and you’re catching on fast. It caused an argument a few times, on how you’re hurt that he’s not expressing his emotions, he doesn’t want to, it turns into a “do you not trust me or something?” conflict on your end, and a “I just don’t know what to say without hurting you” conflict on his end. Misunderstanding that likely won’t just dissipate.
There was one argument that you both had when you were nearing pretty close to your due date, and he decided he was going to walk out midway through and not come back for about a week. For some reason, he chose a petty route, leaving you anxious and super betrayed, considering he refused to answer his phone, too.
The argument was over something that seemed incredibly stupid, if you both must say so yourselves. He was, once again, insecure, and he wouldn’t tell you why. That was what bothered you- did he not trust you enough? Did he seriously not want to be a part of this baby's life? Why else would he just walk out?
To say it made you super anxious, scared, and lonely was an understatement. You were left with the thought that you’d have to give birth alone, and go back to your original game plan that you already mentally set up. You thought he genuinely left you.
That was, until he walked back into the house on a random afternoon that next week. He ran up to you and apologized, allowing you to cry it out in his steel arms. He felt so horrible, and he vowed to you to never, ever do that again.
He tries to start letting you in on his troubles from that point on, but there still seems to him like there's a barrier blocking his words from coming out. Sometimes, he just blames it on his synesthesia beacon, which seems to work for now.
He also lets you see him cry more often, but that stops when you give birth. He doesn’t need you to be more overwhelmed than you already will end up being.
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Something something Dooku survives the Clone Wars, the Imperial Era, and even a few years past the OT...
And Luke finds him while looking for More Jedi to help him teach.
Chewie recognizes the decrepit old bastard, and there is yelling, but being A Hundred And Nine has mellowed Dooku out in his own dusty hermit hut, on the other side of the galaxy from Ben and Yoda's hermit huts.
All the Jedi ghosts are unhappy with this but Dooku is… not REFORMED, technically, but he's old and tired, even if the Force keeps him a bit more healthy and energized than the average Old Guy, and humans routinely live to pretty unreal old ages in the gffa anyway so really 109 for them is probably like 85 for us.
But yeah. Old mountain hermit (to contrast the desert and the swamp) who's been in hiding from That Dick Sidious since he lost both hands to babyface Vader in 19BBY.
@jebiknights (Sammie) said:
Dooku finds out Luke was also trained by Yoda and is like "oh Yoda finally gave me a younger brother like I always wanted"
Alternately he could probably get Luke to call him Great-Great-Grandfather.
Sammie:
Funniest option is he's both which makes Luke even more confused lmao
Ghost Obi wan in the background like "stop fucking using non Jedi terms to describe Jedi relationships it doesn't fucking work"
Luke calls him, irreverently, Gramps, but also. Leia definitely recognizes him as a Recent Historic Political Figure, but not until AFTER Luke has already integrated Dooku into his new Jedi school.
"Why did Chewie let him do that?" He thought it was funny. (And/or if you like Chewku, you can make this some sordid exes thing.)
"Why did R2 let him do that?" Best keep evil man in electrical prodding range.
Sammie:
Leia comes to the school for her biweekly Jedi lessons and sees the newest teacher was a traitor to the Republic 😭
Best if they can find Quin or Ventress out in the black. Partly because like. Does this make Ventress their step-grandma (Quinlan's on-off something) or their great-great-aunt (Dooku's 4th apprentice)?
Sammie:
Both and also Luke's niece. Luke has a migraine by the end of it and Leia is ready to disown herself.
Ventress: I didn't realize the Jedi were so incestuous
Luke: war flashbacks to before he realized Leia was his sister
Ahsoka in the corner with Spacebucks, five years late "Y'all suck. Hey, Quin."
Sammie:
I know you likely didn't bring up Quinlan thinking of QuinObi but now I'm imagining Quinlan declaring himself their grandpa when he meets the twins bc
1) he loves to cause chaos
2) he does/did consider Anakin his kid even if not in neat non Jedi terms and
3) Obi-Wan thought being considered Anakin's father made him sound old, and Quinlan needs to harass him beyond the grave
Dooku must have a cane that the ghosts heckle him about because He Clearly Wants To Be Just Like Yoda.
@lyntergalactic (Lyn) said:
I feel like evil gramps could really bring out Ahsoka's snark once she shows up and that would be highly entertaining
Ahsoka is simultaneously his most and least favorite grandchild
She's the most experienced as a Jedi (Ventress went full Sith, not just leaving the Order but following the tenets like Ahsoka, and Quinlan isn't in the lineage), has never Fallen unless you count that thing on Mortis.
Also she WILL bitch Dooku out at this age, and honestly he kind of appreciates the brutal honesty.
Ahsoka: I'm not a Jedi.
All the old people: Lies
She brings up the Hondo incident since nobody else is putting in the effort.
Anakin and Obi-Wan COULD as ghosts but nooooooo she has to do everything around here.
Sammie:
Oh but it sets them off so hard they can barely get the story off from laughing
NGL I think the twins did not understand how truly annoying Obi-Wan and Anakin could be together until the Hondo story gets told.
They are The Worst.
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My pretty doll
Dom!reader x sub!scara - reader is gender neutral
Warning: feminisation, lingerie, clothes sex, pegging (can be read as a dick), unprotected sex, belly bulge, dacryphilia
Dunno if you read this already, it’s from my old blog: so just a repost (was the only thing I had haha)
Scara was and had always been a brat, never listening to your commands unless he’s in sub-space. Though that was fine by you, because in the end, you both knew it will play out exactly how you want. No matter how much he tries to deny it, he was just your adorable doll after all. Which is why after convincing him, he eventually put on the set of white undergarments you bought him. The fabric was thin and almost transparent, since it was lace you could almost see everything. It felt itchy against his skin, he wasn’t used to these kinds of clothes. The bra was a bit big, or maybe he was too flat. One of the straps was hanging down his shoulder, so he crossed his arms in front of his chest. He also had a cute and small bulge in his panties, thighs clenched together after he noticed you staring.
“Of course you’d like this you pervert.” He mocked, turning around and showing you his shoulder, a pretty pathetic try to cover himself a little. First you made him wear such lewd stuff, and now all you are doing is stare? Not to mention how the loose strap was annoying him, it didn’t want to stay where he wanted it to. Even though he was still insulting you, his face was a flushed red now. Blushing furiously while averting his gaze. He was all bark after all, he could never say those things while looking at you, otherwise he’d fold immediately. “Yet it seems like someone enjoys this even more than me.” You teased while gazing up at him, until you waved him over to you.
The puppet hesitated a little, thinking about the best course of action before walking up to you. “What?” A firm and annoyed tone, a big show just to hide his excitement and nervousness. “Just wanted to have a better look at you, turn around.” “Who are you to tell me what to do?” You giggled, he was trying too hard to seem in control, but that is basically impossible when his face already looks like a mess, it was hilarious. “Come on, scara, do a little twirl for me.” He pouted, crossing his arms and looking away in defiance. Then turning around slowly, he always ends up doing what you want, so why keep making it difficult? Was it due to his pride?
When his back was facing you, you reached your hands out to grab his small waist. “Ugh?!” His body twitched, and he stopped in his track, looking over his shoulder to ask you, “What are yo-” “shhh, don’t make a fuss now.” Before he knew it, you pulled him closer to you, to the point his back was pressed against your body. Then you grind against his butt as you whispered into his ear, “can I stick it in?”
Such an indecent question! How could you- ugh, you really are the worst! “Do what you want, I don’t care.” Scaramouch said, hands grabbing your gently while he felt something rubbing against the downside of his crotch, basically making him grind on it. His breathing hitched, were you planning on..? No, no way, you two haven’t done it for so long, there is no way he could take you whole… right?
“Scara, you look adorable today, but I still think you look the cutest when getting fucked.” Ahh…what were you implying? Did you really want to..? Your fingers moved his panties to the side, not removing them, just out of the way. Enough that you could see his puffy pink hole. The other hand was already reaching for the bottle of lube. Poor boy couldn't even protest before you started preparing him roughly, sticking two fingers inside him. “MmhAa~!”He gasped at the feeling, body jerking forwards. “Oh dear, did I surprise you there?” You were definitely mocking him. He gritted his teeth, wanting to insult you. If only you didn't start pushing the tip against his entrance at that moment.
“UgHh! Ah-ahh.” His legs shook and went weak underneath him, if you weren't holding him, he would have crashed down in that moment. You were very gentle during the injecting though, taking your precious time bottoming out inside him. “Finally you learned how to shut up.” “ughh. fu-fuck you-!” Tsk, still running his foul little mouth however he wants. After many difficulties, you after managed to fit the whole length in, at this point he had his tongue hanging out and eyes rolled to the back to his skull. Like always, he was already getting addicted to this, such a dirty slut he was. “you seem to enjoy this quite a bit, scara.” You teased, and his rim clenched down on you at that. “S-Stop it, UhmM..” “Are you sure about that? You don't want me to continue?” He went quiet after that one, he didn’t know what to say. Of course he wants to keep going at it, but his pride would never allow him to give up this quickly.
You started moving because he didn't give you an answer, though only gently grinding your hips against him. “So? I have yet to hear your answer.” All it took was a few small moves for him to succumb to pleasure, “UgHhnN!! Da-damn it.. I to-old you do what you want.” At first you were still on the nicer side, after finally getting the consent you needed, you switched up to pounding him like an animal. He cried out after the first trust, gripping your hands even more tightly, until his nails dug into your skin. “AaGghhnn, oOhh! Mhm, oh-gahh!” In the matter of seconds, your lovely doll was reduced to a moaning mess. Your dick just felt so good inside him, hitting so many deep and pleasurable spots. All he felt was bliss and ecstasy.
Your chin was placed on his shoulder, looking over at his body. You couldn't help but smirk when you saw the small belly bulge on the tiny boy, commenting on it with a low voice, “do you see that right here?” Then you rubbed the bulge with your palm, he whined at that, “uhmMNN!” “Does this feel good? Having me so deep inside you?” He couldn’t even respond properly now, only squirming around in your embrace. “This belly bulge is so cute~” He heard you say. A belly bulge..? The thought of it was kind of scary, though he swore you were truly that deep inside him. Suddenly you went faster, making his muscles tense up. You just loved how erotic his body was, and how enticing it was to watch the bulge appear and disappear, this was truly your greatest joy. “GAAhh! AhhhH- cu-cumming! Mhm-ngh, i-i..!” He was on the verge of breaking now, everything was too much, the bra was hanging on his arms and about to fall off completely.
“Aww, does my baby want to cum? Then beg and tell me what a pretty doll you are for me.” Even now you were some mean to him, teasing him like this. Can't you tell how desperate he is? “GuhHh… please let me cu-cum.. hmm, please..I-I'm your aAhh.. pretty plaything!!” Right, him obeying your commands after being so rebellious just feels so good. And with that, he came while still wearing the lace underwear, soaking the panties with his semen. A slightly darker spot was visible from his bulge, then a white fluid was seeping out from beneath it. His thighs quivered while he gasped for air, his cum dripped all the way down his milky inner thighs too. Sweat was mixing with big, fat tears, cheeks redder than ever as he pulled a super adorable expression.
“My my, we forgot to take it off. Now you've defiled the lingerie set, what to do~?” You cooed at him in a faked sad manner, as if you were pitying him. A big grin spread on your lips afterwards, he knew you were planning something again. Well, you weren’t exactly hiding it after all. All he could hope for was that he won't end up too tired at the end of this session.
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Hello.
Can I please request something for lord Debling. He finds a wife who also wants a practical marriage, she was in love once but had her heart broken so now she's just looking for practicality as she doesn't want to be feel that pain again. Once married they make a deal that once she is definitely pregnant, that he can leave on his 3 year expedition and even add the lost time that it took to get pregnant as he was supposed to leave right after the wedding (like in the show). But he comes back after a month cause he missed her and realized he might be in love. She's still sceptical but with the birth of their son things might change her heart .
Just really fluffy and tooth roting sweet.
Debling really deserves more love I felt so bad for him in the show 😢
I Fell in Love
Lord Debling x f/Reader
Main Masterlist ♡ Bridgerton Masterlist
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @yeahskam 2nd gif @farosdaughter 3rd gif @orion-lake
Warnings. None
Requested by anonymous. I hope you like it. I agree, he most certainly deserves more love than he got on the show.
WC: 1873
I knew this marriage to Lord Debling was a good match for him and I.
We both were looking for a practical marriage, as he wished to travel and I wished to stay home with the children.
When he proposed to me, I knew that he would be the husband for me, as I was not looking for love.
I thought I found love when I was first looking for a husband. I fell in love with someone whom I grew up with.
Our mothers would talk about our wedding, and how we would have such beautiful babies, and that we were meant to be.
I still remember hearing his mother's words clear as day. "Falling in love is the greatest gift of all."
I completely agreed with her until he came over to tell me that he was breaking off our engagement.
I was left shattered as he told me he had found someone else to marry. By the look on his face and how he talked about her, I knew that he was in love.
He walked out of my home and my life, married her, and now lives not far from me.
I had to watch them be as happy as I thought him and I once were, and the moment I found out she was with child, well, I shut down.
My cousin Penelope is the one who brought my attention to Lord Debling.
At her wedding to Colin Bridgerton, I was sitting at the table by myself, not interested in standing off to the side with the other single woman, or standing there with my mother and her sister, my aunt Portia Featherington as they gossiped.
As Penelope sat down next to me, I gave her a fake smile, but she could always see right through me. She placed a gentle hand atop of mine and squeezed my hand.
"I know of one man, if you are interested." I cut her off, "I am not looking for love right now, Penelope."
"He isn't either. You must have heard of Lord Debling."
"I have."
She told me all about him. How he wanted to travel, and that after his wedding, he will be gone for three years. That his wife will be at home, tending to her duties.
"I will meet him for you, dear cousin."
Penelope smiled and clapped her hands, drawing attention to the two of us. As she basked in the attention, I tried to hide away, as I was sick of the pitying looks I got.
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Lord Debling and I met, and he told me what he what he was looking for in a wife.
"By no means am I looking for love. I just wish to have a friend to come home too," and that sealed the deal for me.
He courted me only for a short time, and my marriage to him is happening tomorrow. I am happy that I will not grow old alone and just like he wanted, I am glad to have found a friend along the way.
LORD DEBLINGS POV:
Her and I were dancing, all eyes on the two of us, and she gave me a soft smile as she looked at me. I gave her a soft one back.
"I shall leave once you are with child." I told her.
"But your trip, my Lord."
"Please call me Alfred. We are married now."
"Well, Alfred, your trip."
"I will go once you are with child, and if you do not mind me adding on how many months it will take for you to be child."
"I do not mind at all, but I do not wish for you to hate me because you are postponing your trip."
I stopped the two of us dancing, and I stared her right in her eyes.
"Nothing you could ever do shall make me hate you."
I was very serious about that.
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Seven months.
That is how long it took her to be with child.
During that time, we got to know each other better than I thought we would. I leaned her hobbies, her favourite books, what made her happy.
Once I found out what her favourite flower was, I made sure to have a fresh bouquet brought to her bedchamber once a week.
It always warmed my heart to see her smelling the flowers. How her eyes seemed to light up when she would thank me for them.
Even though I have no interest in decorating our Manor, she made sure to include my input in each room. "You live here too, Alfred, even though you will be gone for three years. This is still your home."
I never thought of it like that. I just didn't care how my home was decorated, but she took great pride in it.
As each room was completed, she would show me, and I was stunned at how she did make sure to include what I would mention.
It didn't matter if it was the colour of the furniture, a painting I mentioned I wanted hung up in said room, or just a piece of furniture. It was there.
I did not realise it at the time that I was slowly falling in love with the woman whom I had married.
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She was standing next to me, as I was leaving in a few moments. I placed my hands on the small bump, wondering what our child would look like.
"You come back to me, Alfred." She softly said.
"Nothing will keep me from you and our little one."
I cupped her cheek, and her head turned to kiss my gloved palm.
I kissed her forehead, and I could see the sadness in her eyes as she closed them. It looked like she was fighting back tears.
"It is time, my Lord." I toon a step away from her, my hands leaving her her body, and her own hands went on her stomach.
I got in the carriage, fighting the urge to look out the window, as I knew I would stop and go back to her, making up some excuse about not wanting to be away from her.
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I have been gone for only three weeks, and I wake up every morning thinking about her. If she liked the flowers that are still placed in her room.
If she has enjoyed the gifts that I have sent home, or if she has got them yet.
If she has kept busy without me there.
If she misses me like I miss her.
The last thought made my stomach twist, and I pushed that feeling back, thinking about this trip I am on. This adventure I have waited so long for.
But I knew my heart wasn't in it anymore.
And I fought with myself each and every day until I finally declared that I was going home.
That I needed to be with my wife and unborn child.
I had to tell her that I have fallen in love with her.
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My staff were stunned to see me come running up the front steps in the middle of the night. I had a rider go ahead and warn them I was coming.
"Lord Debling, we were not expecting you. Is everything all right?" My friend and butler, Jonathan said to me, as I looked around my front foyer.
"I must see my wife."
"Lady Debling is fast asleep." He said as I ran up the stairs, on my way to her room.
"I must see her." I became almost frantic the closer I got to her door.
Just as I was about to knock on the door, it opened, and there she was, tired and angry at all the commotion. She was about to ask what was going on when she saw me standing in front of her.
She looked me up and down. "Alfred?"
She reached out to touch me to see if I was really here or a figment of her imagination, "I am really here."
"Why are you home? Is everything okay? Did something happen?" The questions were just flying from her lips.
"I would like to be alone with my wife." Our staff left us alone as I walked into her bedchamber, and she closed the door behind her.
"Alfred."
"I am okay, I just needed to come home to you."
"Alfred, I am okay. The baby is okay. I am due any day now." She said as she sat on the edge of her bed, and I sat down next to her.
"I know, but while I was away, I couldn't fight my feelings anymore."
"Feelings?"
"Before I left, I was falling in love with you."
"This is not how this marriage is." She stood up, her hand on her lower back as she walked to be closer to the fire.
"I know, and at first I was happy just to have a friend to come home too, but I got to know you, really know you, and even though I tried to fight it, I fell for you."
"I have been in love before, and he broke my heart, and my soul." I got up and grasped her hands in mine.
"I know, and I promise to never do that to you."
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I placed her hand over my heart. "Do you feel that? My heart only beats for you. I am not asking for you to tell me you love me right now, but I want you to know that I love you, and no other person with ever take me away from you, my Lady Debling."
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"Shhhh, my little Theodore. You are safe now." I looked down at our baby, who was cooing at me. She was in labouring far longer than I knew a woman could be in labour for.
She was being tended to by the midwives and the doctor. I refused to leave her side, but when she screamed for me to get out, I listened to her.
When her water broke, I called on her cousin Penelope to come and be with her, knowing she would not want me in the room with her.
Colin came, and him and I have long put aside our animosity towards one another.
Once Penelope came out, carrying little Theodore, Colin congratulated me. "How is she?" I asked Penelope.
"She is doing well. She is being cleaned up, and then you will be called upon."
The both of them left, as I sat there waiting to be allowed in to see my wife.
Once I was allowed in, I placed Theodore on her chest, and she kissed the top of his head, his hair colour matching hers.
"He is just perfect, darling. I am so proud of you." I kissed the top of her forehead, and she looked up at me and gave me a tired smile.
"Alfred, I should have told you this before, but I love you."
I kissed her with as much passion as I could muster.
"I love you forever and always, my darling lady."
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I saw someone bring up the fact that Tim has been assaulted before and it reminded me of a very old au I came up with about something similar. Trigger warning for mentions of Sexual Assault, Drugging, and Murder. This is also partly inspired by the movie Jennifer's Body.
Tim has been assaulted by Ras sister, likely Ras as well, and there are a few villians that I remember who don't Assault him but they definitely are *looking*. Plus Tim is a very pretty person, isn't he? Who knows how many people Leer at him all the time, say things that they really shouldn't to "flirt" with him and well. This is Gothem. I wouldn't be all to surprised if someone as pretty as him ended up with something in his drink if he went to a bar.
I'm going to skip over what happens at the house party that Tim goes to (he was invited by his friends and it was just supposed to be a bunch of drunk high school students. It should have been fine, right?) But when he wakes up the next morning, he is sore all over in a way he doesn't like and only remembers horrible flashes of the night before. He's hung over and still a little dizzy from the drugs so he doesn't notice the person next to him until his chin is grabbed. He doesn't know this guy, he doesn't know where he is, but the guy is moving in to kiss him and Tim's hand wraps around something and in the next blink the guy is off him and Tim feels something wet dripping down his face. When did he stand up? The guy is crumbled on the bed which is turning red and there is a broken lamp in his hand.
Tim knows Bruce would never forgive him for this, he just *killed* someone. Sure he's coming down from some drugs and the guy assaulted him and was about to again, but Tim *killed* him. It doesn't matter that he blacked out. It doesn't matter that others in the family have killed multiple people and Bruce just shrugged it off. Tim is supposed to be better and he fucked it all up.
It takes a while for Tim to come to a decision. He's already fucked up, nothing can change that. But he also can't dig any deeper, right? After all, this guy wasn't the only one who assaulted him that night. And Tim wants revenge on all of them. So he makes a list of all the guys who hurt him that night and slowly makes his way through them, luring them somewhere secluded, acting like he's going to let them between his legs again, before killing them and hiding the bodies. After all, he's a Bat. If he doesn't want anyone to know it was him, they won't.
The kills feel good, they make him feel better about what happened to him. It puts the power over his body back in his own hands. But there is still a hollow in his chest, a void that only temporarily feels better. The nightmares don't stop after they're all gone. Better yes, but not gone. So therefore, more kills should do it, right? But he can't kill just anyone. He can only kill those who deserve it. So Tim goes to Bars in disguise and pretends to be a very drunk and pretty girl who gets picked up by people. He waits until they are in the target's home or a hotel before telling them that he's to drunk to do this, that he doesn't want it anymore, and that he just wants to sleep. If the person backs off, they can go free. If they continue after three tries to stop them, then Tim will dig his knife into their neck and kill them. Every single one, he writes their crimes on the wall in their own blood.
Tim thinks he's helping not just himself but everyone else who's ever been in his position. The Bats think there's a new serial killer on the loose. Neither side is truly wrong. The Bats are also pulling out their hair about being unable to find *anything* beyond some security footage of the victim leaving a bar with a woman who looks different everytime. Sometimes a blonde, sometimes Brunette, sometimes red head. They use colored contacts and make up to change their face shape just enough that they never look the same.
It's many kills later when Bruce manages to catch Tim in the act. He wasn't even looking for the killer, he just heard a scream while patrolling and ran to investigate. He found a woman kneeling over a dying man, stabbing him while saying, "I told you not to touch me! I told you to *stop*!" In a voice he knows very well.
Here's where a split can happen. Is this a good dad Bruce who will stop his son and help him, or is this a very bad Bruce who will simply resolve to send Tim to Arkham for being a serial killer without thinking of the potential consequences? I mean. If he does the latter, there's a sold chance that when people find out why The Timothy Drake, CEO of WE was put in Arkham (Tim will freely tell the press he did it and why because he is Very Mentally Fucked at this point) there is a solid chance of people thinking Tim was caught because he targeting Batman and Batman failed his test.
In case anyone didn't read the first part, TW: sa, murder, nonconsensual drugging
Unfortunately, I do imagine that Tim, other Waynes, and other heroes have been subjected to this. Considering how public two of Tim's personas are, there's probably been some shit online as well.
I thank the gods that Barbara exists, and I despair the types of messages she has to read/sift through for her family's safety. I like to imagine she sends information out to various people depending on the shit people say or do online (and whether there is evidence they might do anything offline). She probably has automatic systems, but she has to be the one to read when certain messages get pinged (one off messages probably get automatically dealt with, but multiple get put on a radar/list).
To be completely frank, the US's system is shit for sa survivors trying to get safety or justice. I'm not gonna argue with anyone about that, so go look at stats if you want.
So, seeing a character work outside of the law to ensure others' safety and enact justice? It's nice. I'd also be down for Tim (in various identities) utilizing a method like the movie "Promising Young Woman (2020)."
I would like to see Tim and Jason interacting within this AU after Jason finds out (particularly if RH has policies against sa and actively mitigates such). Dick would be particularly devastating to through in the mix (I'm talking him keeping it together enough to soothe Tim to sleep with hair pats and then escaping to violently throw up and sob).
There are a few fics of Jason brutally murdering or maiming sex offenders if that's anyone's cup of tea.
You mentioned that Tim might be mentally fucked by the time he gets caught. I think he probably would. Not for the murders, but for never actually addressing what happened to him. He's just repressing the shit out of it and trying to cope with murder (this isn't a good coping mechanism).
Now... Bruce being a bad dad by throwing Tim im jail could be cool and interesting in this. However, Bruce blaming himself for failing Tim, for allowing Tim to become the way he is, and for not helping Tim sooner is spicy. Just Bruce making Tim's situation about Bruce, trying to fix Tim, and condemning Tim for his actions (by locking Tim in the batcave like a family embarrassment instead of jail) would be excellent bad dad Bruce. Bruce parading himself as a good dad while mentally fucking Tim up worse.
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A Polin Take Nobody Asked For #2
Colin's Fear of Unrequited Love
Many have pointed out that Colin always felt something towards Penelope, but couldn't decipher the difference between platonic love vs romantic love until the kiss.
I do agree with this, but I also have another thought I'd like to add.
What if Colin knew/understood his feelings for Penelope, but was afraid she wouldn't return those feelings?
Now, I don't necessarily think this may have been the case all along, but it is definitely a major part of his inner struggle within in Season 3 Part 1.
During his travels and missing Penelope, I do think he started to realize something was different in his feelings towards Penelope, which is what led him to his new persona (I talk about this is #1).
Now, we know that he instantly is in search for Penelope when he returns and the smile on his face when he finally lays eyes on her says it all.
Then he sees her at the Ball and again, he is aware of something feeling different towards Penelope, but tries to downplay it because he still doesn't know what changed between them.
Once he finds out, he is upset and wants to make things right. They make their agreement and their bare hands touch for the first time and you can see in his face and reaction that it affects him.
Little by little every interaction Pen and Colin have affects him either consciously or subconsciously. He is aware of these feelings, but he knows they are friends and tries to repress them.
Until the kiss. The kiss that changes everything in the sense that no matter how hard he tries, he can't hide his feelings anymore.
In the scene under the willow, I fully believe that if Penelope had mentioned the kiss and expressed feelings towards him, he would have poured his heart out there.
But she doesn't. In fact, she does the opposite because she doesn't want him to know about her feelings. But we can see that he is struggling with hearing that the kiss was nothing and that it wouldn't happen again.
So, he plays it off (awkwardly) because he doesn't want to reveal his feelings when it is obvious to him that Pen doesn't feel the same.
It is that very fear of his love for Penelope being unrequited that prevents him from telling her sooner - especially when Lord Debling comes into the picture.
The scene/conversation that go me thinking of Colin's fear is when he and Violet were discussing about friendship and love. Colin doesn't ask how she knew or Edmund knew that they loved the other person, he asked how they knew both parties felt the same.
"Because he had the courage to ask."
Colin now knows that the only way for him to know if Pen feels the same is to simply ask her. So, he walks over to her and is ready to ask, but the fear of losing Pen or hearing she does not feel the same is crippling and he freezes.
That fear continues to cripple him until finally Violet tells him about the possibility of Penelope marrying someone else. He knew this could happen and Pen had been seeking a husband, but actually hearing the words out loud gave him the courage to confess his feelings.
I do think that some of Colin's struggle with his feelings for Penelope was due to their friendship or how society may have viewed their relationship, but deep down - I truly think it was Colin's fear of Penelope not loving him back that fueled the struggle.
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Danny makes a magic user mad and his ghost powers are stripped away and replaced by being able to turn into a fox. This quickly turns into Danny being a kitsune. He gets tossed into Gotham and now has to figure out how to control his new powers, hide his new animal traits, figure out how to get back to the Ghost Zone, and avoid the group of furries after him.
up above is a silly little doodle of what I’d think he’d look like. He has markings reminiscent of his suit.
The mystery magic user(or even a fae because that sounds like something a fae would do ngl)probably has some beef with the Bats or Gotham as a whole. Throwing in a powerful ghost trapped in the form of a fox would definitely cause some chaos. Danny would like to cause as little chaos as possible, but unfortunately, he is now a weird ass fox in a somehow weirder city. He can’t really use any of his powers yet, so any, let’s say, “fur traders” that come across him would consider themselves to be the luckiest people alive. Danny? Not so much.
#danny phantom#dpxdc#dp x dc#revenant prompted#fake fox au#<- thought that would be a good name#in the inbox no more!#may 19th 2023#anon ask#that doodle was made in like 2 mins
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PLEASE TELL ME ANY THOUGHTS YOU HAVE ABOUT ANTOPHIE!!!
Hello my friend!
How kind of you to indulge a dive into my dirty rare-pair ship 😅 Maybe I'm not the only one - I haven't gone poking around AO3 for this stuff to be fair. I completely understand the sacrilege of casting aside both Benedict and Kate, I love them so.
But there's just something about Anthony and Sophie...
(prepare thyself for a tome)
My head canon fascination with them honestly centers around their in-law relationship. I cannot help but believe that even after Sophie marries Benedict with the family's support, she has an intense feeling of inferiority and imposter syndrome around Anthony. He's a titled man and she has NEVER had good experiences with their kind before. She would likely believe that Anthony barely permitted her scandalous marriage to his brother and merely tolerates her - probably looking down on her, ashamed of her, aggravated by having to keep the secret of her true background from the ton, and even suspicious of her honest attachment to Benedict. Anthony may think she was a conniving seducer who latched onto his brother for money and protection rather than love. I would understand Sophie having any combination of these thoughts when she first becomes acquainted with Anthony.
But in reality, Anthony has learned through his own marriage not to judge books by their covers AND to respect his siblings' quests for love and happiness. When Anthony learns about the way Sophie was mistreated by her father, stepmother, the Cavenders, god knows what other abusive employers, he is offended and indignant on her behalf. He's a man of genuine principle and is disgusted to learn how his fellow members of the ton treated a servant, and one who turned out was half-noble and abandoned by her shameful father. Anthony would actually feel compelled to make it up to Sophie on behalf of the ton, to show her that not all of them are cruel. I believe he would most definitely be suspicious of Sophie's intentions and Benedict's flighty proclamations of love at the beginning, and probably felt the migraine coming on about having to deal with his brother's scandalous marriage outside their rank, BUT once he witnessed the genuine expressions of love between the pair, and once he realized he could lose Benedict to ostracization and even moving abroad if he did not help support the marriage and hide Sophie's background, he would be fully committed to protecting the couple. Because Benedict is his closest brother, he loves him, and by extension he will protect Benedict's wife, particularly as she proves to him time and time again that she is a kind-hearted woman with fierce morals who has more in common with him than they each realize.
I envision Anthony will keep Benedict as his closest brother and confidant throughout their lives and thus, the Fab Four of Kanthony and Benophie will have a lot of quality time together. Picture it: Anthony the beleaguered leader, Kate the sassy spitfire, Benedict the flouncing romantic and Sophie the fearless brains of the bunch. She and Anthony will both come to realize that they share a head for numbers. This is canon about Sophie in the books. Sophie will actually be better than Benedict at handling the household accounts when Kanthony need coverage, and Anthony will learn to depend on her counsel for business and paperwork. She also provides the unique perspective of having been household staff herself, which is invaluable to him to make sure he is managing everything with sensitivity and maximum benefit to all. They will also have plenty to commiserate about as they both spend a good deal of time trying to keep Benedict's artistic, romantic feet on the ground. Anthony can give Sophie tips on how to handle his brother, and Sophie can help Anthony navigate any struggles with Kate by providing a woman's perspective.
Not to diminish Kate's painful family history, but the characterizations from the books paint Anthony and Sophie as having suffered much more in their pasts than Kate and Benedict. Anthony was saddled with the weight of title and responsibility due to his birth and traumatized by the death of his father. Sophie was saddled with the weight of shame and toil due to her birth and traumatized by being abused and devalued after her father died. Both of them clawed their way past their trauma and into their happily ever afters through determination, strength of character and self-reliance. They both learned to breathe and enjoy the brighter side of life once they found their spouses. But their spouses are unlikely to empathize with them on these struggles in the way they can empathize with each other.
While Sophie double checks Anthony's calculations in the ledger and Anthony helps Sophie hide Benedict's paint supplies, they will develop a deep and loving familial bond. Seemingly an odd pair - one raised a viscount and one raised a bastard maid - they have so much more in common than they know. I also head canoned a cute shared love of Marzipan in a little fic.
In Anthony, Sophie finds the brother/father figure she never had, a kind titled gentleman who uses his power to protect her rather than scorn her. In Sophie, Anthony finds someone with a refreshingly different perspective; someone who does not hold him to the same level of expectation as the rest of the ton and who does not come to him with the emotional baggage of his blood relatives. She treats him as a person before she treats him as a viscount. He views her as a sister before he views her as a bastard. She is grateful to him for welcoming her into his family and shielding her from her past. He is grateful to her for seeing his better qualities before his flaws, and for taking such good care of his beloved brother. They look behind the pain and strife of their life circumstances to see each other as somewhat kindred souls. They learn from each other, they help each other and they love each other. This is what I dream about for them.
And yeah, as mentioned, I plunged into the depths of my angst bucket and wrote a bit of a fic where they are middle-aged and both Kate and Benedict have passed away. Sophie moves in with Anthony for mutual support and child-rearing responsibilities and after years of grieving together, their existing bedrock of love bubbles into passion and they find a second, gentler, quiet happily ever after together. The title is Some Kind of Love and I will likely never finish it. But the first chapter is written and I've thought of floating it out there as an angsty little one shot. Perhaps someday.
Hope that satisfies your curiosity 😅 told you it would be a dickens! Always happy to talk about Antophie, my beloved rare-pair. 💙
#answers from el#thank you so much#I love to ramble about this stuff#I can never hope to see these two interact in the show so it will all live in my head#antophie
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For you ships: what's one thing one half does that drives the other crazy? Could be crazy with annoyance or crazy with love lol
Thank you for your ask! So, I am going to break this down by fandoms. Enjoy!
The BatFam:
I'm starting with my favorite family of Cryptids. I believe that anyone who's ever been in a relationship with one of the bats has generally the same thing that annoys the crap out of them. In fact, I'm sure there's plenty of things. However, I want to talk about two. The first would be the bats and their paranoia, and the second would be their willingness to throw themselves in the line of fire on TV or with no backup plan that they can admit to having.
Like whoever you ship the bats with you can guarantee that there has been a moment in that relationship where they have had to go and either save them from a villain or save them from falling out of the sky. Only for their bat to go, "I had it."
All of their current and past love interests have so many gray hairs.
Also, to love a bat is to endure their contingency plans. They will have a way to stop you if you turn evil. In fact, they have several, and no, they won't tell you.
On the flip side, I could see the bats being annoyed for the pettiest of reasons.
Like Damian gets annoyed with Jon because he refuses to let him sleep in the barn with the animals...during winter. He also gets annoyed when Jon tries to treat him fragilly. Many arguments have started from that and ended with "IM THE SON OF THE BAT!"
Dick is better. He got most of his gremliness out as a child. However, he will get extremely annoyed if you eat his stash of cereal. Or if you take his siblings' side during an argument.
People do joke that Jason is always annoyed. He isn't, but he also doesn't see a point in hiding his frustration. However, he gets annoyed to death when someone goes into battle unprepared. He is resourceful and will chew people out for getting hurt in a clearly avoidable incident.
Tim is a lot like Jason, where annoyed sometimes feels like his default. However, he only gets annoyed when people talk over him. Or that one time that Bernard told him he couldn't punch his way out of all problems and Conner agreed with him. Tim pouted for like a week. Bernard is constantly annoyed when his boyfriends are late for a dinner date because they stopped a criminal. There's two of them and they both had to get sidetracked? Ridiculous.
Cass doesn't get annoyed, really. Of course, not many people would be brave enough to annoy Cass. Steph can be ridiculous, but Cass usually looks on in fond amusement rather than annoyance. She does love seeing Steph go all superhero mod, though.
MOVING ON!
The Mighty Ducks
Banksway: There are definitely a couple of things that drive Adam crazy with annoyance but also crazy with love at the same time. One thing is when Charlie truly believes something, he will stubbornly follow his beliefs even to the point of ruin. Like I could see Charlie coming out because he is so intent on his feelings for Adam and he's like "I'm not going to fucking hide you!" It's so endearing but but Adam really wishes he would just listen to him. He also gets annoyed with Charlie stubbornness. Especially since a lot of the times if Charlie thinks he's right he will act like he's right. Until he's proven wrong. However if he is proven right he will rub it in Adam's face a little bit. On the flip side when it comes to Adam Charlie gets annoyed that he doesn't always voice how he really feels. Like unless you push Adam to the breaking point, he will conceal; don't feel his way out of most things. It's not that animal won't fight for things it's just that a lot of things you just doesn't see the reason to put in the effort. He's very good at following rules, and Charlie wishes he wasn't.
Gerreau: I don't think there's much that Connie and Guy get annoyed with each other about. It does drive guy crazy with love when he sees Connie do her leadership thing. Like he loves to see her take charge. He doesn't know it but Connie does the same thing with him. She loves to Hype him up and she just adores him. Like he could bake cookies and she would just be so madly in love because he did that. It is truly adorable.
Hazbin Hotel
Now you didn't specify fandoms, so I'm including this one because these are some of my newer ships.
Huskerdust:
Obviously, Husk gets annoyed when Angel is fake. It drives him insane when he tries to hide how he's actually feeling behind his facade. However, it also drives him crazy with love when he gets to see Angel do something he really loves, like dancing. He just gets all warm and fuzzy all over. For Angel, it drives him mad when Husk thinks badly of himself or thinks that he isn't worth redeeming. He gets very passionate and will scream affection at Husk. Saying things like how he is worth more than any of those other lowlives outside the hotel. Then he will hug and cuddle Husk until he agrees with him.
Radioapple:
I feel like a better question is what these two do that doesn't drive the other person crazy. Like Alastor can stand slightly different and Lucifer will think he's doing it to annoy him. Which is exactly what Alastor is doing. They are constantly butting heads, and that's why they work. No one pushes them to outdo themselves like the others! Sometimes, they even push each to be better, if only on accident. They are a disaster, and that's why I love them.
Chaggie:
I don't think it's a big annoyance, but I do feel like Vaggie gets a little annoyed at Charlie's willfulness to trust almost anyone. Vaggie is always on edge if there is even a chance someone will betray them. However, Charlie isn't like that, and it can be frustrating. However, that's also why Vaggie loves her. It drives her insane with love when she sees Charlie tap into all her power and show the world who they are messing with. For Charlie, she kinda gets frustrated with Vaggie's trust issues, but she tries not to express it. She is driven mad with love when she sees her girlfriend fight for the hotel.
Anyways, that is all. Thank you! 😊
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Mismatched Twins - Take Two
Leo really should have known better than to portal without a set destination. He can still picture Donnie walking into his bedroom with his trajectory board to explain the one hundred and one reasons to never do that, but he’d made the mistake of lecturing while Leo had a video with subtitles playing, so it’s really his big-brained brother’s fault that his attention had been rightfully preoccupied.
He’s always been more of a learn-on-the-job kinda hero.
And now that he’s free-falling hundreds of feet with the turtle that he intended to save- he’s definitely learned something here.
Impossible danger is excellent teaching material.
He almost loses his grip when their decent begins, scanning for any kind of landing point. As the turtle screams and Krang roars, Leo locks onto what he’s looking for. The familiar glow of blue tears at his chest and flickers his vision, but they land safety on crumbling rock.
He’s bumped off of him because his grip laxes without his consent, momentum sending him into a weak roll.
Every contact with the rock is like a blade jabbed through a crack in shell, twisted and titled to widen the entryway. His inhale comes in a wheeze, pressure heavy on his chest as he tries to breath through a swaying world.
He gags on the thick liquid in his throat, spitting out the scarlet gunk and tiny splotch of white. He’s pretty sure he liked that tooth.
He’s no longer holding his sword, clumsily scrambling onto his arms, lunging for the hilt. His fingertips scrap it and he doesn’t dare use a spurt of power for convenience, dragging himself to it.
It’s in his hands. He can roll over and let air into his lungs.
He does, photo and sword clung tightly to his chest, and exhales.
He closes his eyes, blood rushing and heart hammering, and tries not to think about his burning eyes and the throbbing ache that has nothing to do with the wounds across flesh.
He opens his eyes, blinking hazily.
There’s a voice behind his daze.
Time to faceman.
He looks up, bringing his blade closer, taking in the upside-down turtle face with frazzled eyes. Leo smirks as he watches him gesture to the sword, not taking in a single syllable through the high-pitch ringing. He could use a nap.
“Never seen ninpo before?” Oh, wow, his voice is weeiiird to his own brain. Does it sound as cool as it should? “Your loss.”
The turtle stares at him. The way his chest moves say that there might be slight hyperventilating going on. Leo’s pretty sure he was the same way during his first Krang battle.
The turtle looks away, alert and panicked. Leo rolls to his plastron, hating every second of it, and watches as a bright streak of purple crashes into the nearby floating island. He hears the distant sound of rocks crumbling under mass before a whoosh of air welcomes another crash. It happens twice more as Leo struggles to get his bearings, looking to the turtle that stares back at him.
He tries to stand, only to crumble under the weight of agony, but the turtle catches him to take him to his knees.
He says something, but Leo misses it. His heart is pounding too loud as he watches the dust clear. He doesn’t want to see what’s down there. He doesn’t want Krang to look back.
Who needs to learn lessons anyway.
“‘Kay.” Leo instructs with the sparse air, tucking the picture safely away. He meets wide brown eyes with a weak grin. “‘aat’s my cue.”
His ninpo flares.
FLASH.
They’re on a different terrain.
Krang screams, “I’LL GET YOU, YOU ROTTEN LITTLE-”
FLASH.
“-YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM-”
FLASH.
“-FIND YOU AND CRUSH-”
FLASH.
Bare, floating islands are apparently out of style. The world changes so that everything is coated black. There’s a rock wall dosed in his perfect ninpo light beside him. The turtle starts to speak, but he’s cut off as something shrieks in the dark. The grip around Leo tightens as their world is swallowed in the safe blue.
FLASH.
They land on a platform and come face-to-face with a massive, leering Krang suit, and it’s false face is inches from Leo’s and someone screams.
He tries to kick away from in, pressing further into the grip that holds him, burying his face away from the danger. The torment must have already started because his breaths are sharp and broken, each inhale like lightning in his chest. It takes him too long to realize that the shrill ringing in stale air is his because he’s going to die and he’s still here when he should already be gone.
“Hey, hey, woah-”
The voice in unfamiliar and the shadow swallows him and he knows pain is about to rain down like he’d fallin’ into hell itself and he squeezes his eyes shut and runs.
“Look, it’s emp-”
FLASH!
FLASH!
FLASH FLASH FLASH FLASH FLASH FLASH-!
Leo falls into the safe, mindless panic and unleashes his portals in rapid-fire spurts. He doesn’t care where he’s going or where he ends up, as long as it’s far, far from Krang. He tears and claws at everything his ninpo can offer and then some, ignoring the way it fizzles and sparks as he clutches what’s his and runs.
“STOP!”
His eyes shoot open and his ninpo stutters, dropping him off on stable surroundings. His companion has torn away from him and he locks his hands over his head in panic, knees curled up to his chest. Electricity is bouncing off his skin to strike the danger. It’s not a beautiful whirlwind of power- it’s scattered and desperate and wild. It’s not him, not his intention, not his doing- it’s his ninpo reacting, almost like an injured animal lashing out.
And yet- and yet when he closes his eyes and focuses, when he reaches to console what’s scared, what’s his, it ducks away.
And he doesn’t understand.
He doesn’t understand how something so infinite and fundamental to his very essence, his very being, could feel so broken and ragged. It’s the Hamato legacy imprinted on his soul and it’s dying after he did everything in his power to preserve it, to protect his friends, his city, his family back home-
Back home. Back home.
And then he understands.
His soul is still clinging to what the mind knows that it can’t have, searching for the other three parts that make the living legacy whole.
He preserved their legacy, and then he left it behind.
He did everything right so why does it feel so wrong?
Everything hurts- every inch of skin down to his very soul. His ninpo can't hurt and shouldn't hurt but it does- shattered and torn and barely sputtering with life- did he do that?
This place- It’s a dimension created by magic. It was made as a barrier to keep everything in. To keep anything from reaching out.
He did this. He tore his ninpo away from the web of power and then ripped it to pieces as it struggled on its own. He’s no better than the Krang. He’s lucky the string remains intact at all.
He focuses on it like he’s cradling an injured child, willing it back together with devastated apologizes and shaking hands. The pieces sputter and spark, insignificant and torn, and he aches as he concentrates on his home and his family and the drive that brought him to this prison to suffer so they could flourish.
The prickling leaves his skin and the warmth fills his chest as the delicate pieces knit themselves together. His ninpo is dull and tiny, but it pulses like a heartbeat, still reaching for the fourfold connection that it will never find.
And for the second time that day, Leo tears himself away from something that he needs more than the air in his lungs, releasing the one link that he has to his family so he doesn’t erase it entirely.
He needs it.
Leo needs it, so when he dies, he still has a chance to find Karai.
He can still feel it, faint but alive, and he opens his eyes as the marks fade from his blade. He’s freezing, now, empty without the familiar strength to draw from. The hilt falls uselessly from a limp hand and he thinks that now would be a good time to curl up and die.
He attempts the curling up part, but he’s distracted from the latter with a hand on his arm. The turtle is still here, kneeling down at his side. He’s pointing into the distance but Leo is not moving ever again, thanks.
The turtle tries again but he doesn’t sound like he’s using words. Maybe he never was and Leo’s brain just pretended that he did.
He waves at him, vaguely. “No hablo… That.”
The turtle takes in this information. He looks off to the side and then seems to make up his mind. He ignores the sputtered complaints as he grabs his arm to drag him up.
Leo tries to fight it, but he quickly loses the energy to do so. The turtle forces his slumped body to sit up, frustrated when Leo keeps every muscle slack and tries to go back down. His back burns when his shell is forced straight up, so unless the turtle has pain killers, he’s happily staying on the ground.
The turtle has different ideas. He forces him back up, positions hands under his knees and above his carapace, and then hoists him into the air. He yelps and his sword sparks.
Leo quickly tears away from the power that flows back, stamping down stubbornly on the disconnect.
The turtle keeps walking, and Leo can feel that limp, so why this is happening is beyond his understanding. He’s set down against a leaning surface, and the turtle disappears from his vision, only to return cradling a large rock. Leo squints at him as he drops it and shoves it to Leo’s side. He grabs Leo’s upper bicep, to which Leo obviously attempts to bite the offending arm.
The turtle glares and Leo gives him a grumpy look.
The turtle gets up and walks away.
For a moment, he’s the winner, but then his opponent returns.
The turtle is not to be deterred, and before Leo sees the dastardly act coming, his sword is in the turtle’s hand. He sets in on the other side of the rock and Leo lurches for it, catching the hilt in his fingers. Then the turtle is behind him, a steady hand on his carapace to keep Leo’s plastron against the rock, other hand running down the cracks in his previously perfect shell.
It’s an uncomfortable position, but it doesn’t hurt like sitting up does. He drops his arm over the rock to rest his chin on, flinching when a finger touches the deepest crack along his middle. He hisses at the sudden pain and the turtle murmurs softly.
A hand on his elbow helps him back to the smooth, bent surface. He leans against it, giving the invasive turtle the stink-eye. He doesn’t look up, frowning when a soft pressure against his plastron has Leo flinching. That’s the area where his ribs are. That can’t be good.
A gentle hand moves over his plastron, testing the stability of grooves and brushing against cracks. His plastron is annoyingly more sensitive than his carapace and he kinda wants to knee this guy in the chin to stop him from ever laying hands on him again.
Instead, he allows the shudders and the hands lift immediately, concern pinching calculating brow, and all Leo can think to say is, “At least take a guy on a first date.”
The turtle says something, muffled but definitely sarcastic, and reaches for his head. He runs a hand over Leon’s cheek, temple, and skull, probably testing for fractures with as many times as Krang decided to go for the face. He tries to focus on the discomfort of the fingers pressing against the bruise on his jaw and not the ever-present memory of fiery eyes and metal meeting bone.
There's something building up on his tongue. It travels down to his throat and he gags, tilting his head to spit it out, red dotted with white splattering the rock that the turtle had brought over.
Leo only realizes that the turtle asks a question after his mouth has finished moving, and even then he can't remember what it is.
The turtle wipes the blood from his mouth and then gently presses against the sides of his jaw to open it. Leo's guess is that he's trying to make sure the blood is all from his gums and not internal.
He only lets him because he doesn't have a mirror to check himself, hoping it doesn't look as bad as he suspects it is. Only a fiend like the Krang would dare deprive the world of his beautiful smile.
Then again, Leo supposes that he did that himself.
His stomach twists, an invisible force pressing down on it.
The turtle is unwrapping his hand, faded white revealing some of the scarred palm underneath. He takes a tiny knife from his belt- aw, man, what's that called, a kani? Kuani? He's close he knows it- and cuts through with an obvious practiced precision, letting the loose part hang as he begins wrapping Leo’s skull.
“Can’t do anything about the mask.” The turtle admits and wow, Leo can hear again, that’s neat. “But if there’s one thing to be thankful for, it’s that he was more focused on your jaw than your brain.”
“Yay.” He croaks, a weak fist raised to the sky.
The turtle’s expression changes as he looks down to meet his gaze, almost softer. “Cognitive awareness. That’s a good sign. Is anything numb?”
Leo stares at his arm, dripping on the rocks below him and practically coated in red. “You’re bleeding out.”
“It’s fine. Let’s worry about your spine first.” He regards him anxiously. “Anything numb?”
“Everything is on fire.” He announces triumphantly, because his spine is too tough to break that easily. He eyes the wound in front of him. “And that’s going to get infected.”
“Okay. I’m just going to hope for the best then.” The turtle ignores him completely and turns his attention back to his skull. “Lil’ worried about potential brain damage. Cool with you if I ask you some questions?”
“Name’s Leo, fifteen years old, my favorite color is blue, I have three brothers and one sister, boy does my head hurt, and yes, I can count to ten in two languages- applause not necessary- uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho, nueve, diez.” The turtle tightens the end of the bandage as he finishes and Leo preens, “Family physicist, at your service. No concussion here!”
“Leo, huh?” The turtle’s movements have slowed, forehead creased as he peeks at Leo’s sword. “Short for anything?”
“Leonardo.” He studies his face, all-to-aware if the brief shock that flashes before he quickly looks away. “Got a problem with that?”
“No.” He says, a bit to fast. “It’s just… Interesting…” He adjusts the blue mask, a new splotch of red on the side, back down over the bandage- he removed it? When did he- “And you mean physician.”
He levels him with a superior look. “I’d think I’d know what I am.”
“And yet you don’t.” He collapses backward with a sigh, bringing his fingers to press against the blood staining trails down his arm. He winces and mutters, “You said you had three brothers?”
“And the world’s best sister.” He decides because while sister’s not technically official, he’d like to die with that thought in mind. He makes grabby hands. “Lemme see.”
The turtle shakes his head, but his face is definitely paler than it was before. Leo does not think it’s all blood loss. “Dude, you’re clearly not good with bodily fluids, hand it over.”
“It’s just blood. I can handle blood. It’s a perfectly normal bodily function even if a lot of it happens to be leaking-” His face has gone three shades paler and definitely queasy. He groans, “I hate blood. Holy mother of mutations, I hate blood.”
“Dude, you just wrapped me.” Leo remarks, amused by the glare that he earns. “Of course, I did. I had too.”
“But it’s different when you’re seeing your own?” Leo offers a cheeky grin. The turtle looks uncomfortable. “Classic. C’mon. The real medic says hand it over and stop being a bad patient.”
“That’s ironic coming from the limp noodle.” He agreeably drags himself from the ground and plops down next to Leon, looking the other way as Dr. Leo examines the wounds.
“Sooo.” Leo drawls as he notes that the turtle needs stitches and wonders how he’s going to accomplish that here. “Do I get a name, Broody, or do I get to make one up?”
“I have a feeling you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Pshhaw, your name can’t be that bad.”
The turtle side-eyes him, affronted. “I didn’t say anything was wrong with my name.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Leo presses against the wounds to stop the consistent flow; the black wrappings on his palm stained with red. “Give it to me.”
A beat of silence. “Donnie.”
“Aw, hey, that’s not too crazy.” He reassures brightly, since he doesn’t want to tease the guy that’s clearly insecure. “I actually know someone who-”
“It’s a nickname. Short for Donatello.”
“Heh.” He quirks a smile. “Kinda a coinkydink ‘cause-”
“Hamato Donatello.” Leo’s head shoots up and the turtle looks back. “My brothers are Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo. They have nicknames too. Mikey, Raph…” He tilts his head, urging, “Leo.”
Leo stares, looking for any sign of deception. The turtle keeps talking, almost as if he’s trying to get the words out before his brain can catch up. “We’re a team. We fight crime and save people. I have a father. We call him Splinter. He’s a rat. Used to be a human. Adopted me and my brothers, taught us ninjitsu.”
Leo’s paralyzed. He waits for the snickers, or for the punchline.
The turtle does not shirk away, eyes bright with the maniac look that Donnie gets when he proves a theory correct and is dying for a single person to acknowledge that he’s the smartest being on planet earth.
“So. Leo.” It’s conversational, calm, eager. “What’s your family like?”
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Jason Todd (general dating HC)
1. Initially hesitant to date anyone due to his past traumas and trust issues, but eventually opens up to a s/o who helps him work through his emotional struggles. Jason struggles with feelings of guilt and self-doubt, especially when it comes to his past as Robin and his relationships with his family members. Give him all the hugs and kisses in the world. It's not that Jason is bad with his words(this man loves Austen with all his heart. I hate when ppl describe him as impulsive and reckless all the time), but he's not completely comfortable with sharing his emotions even when he has been with you for a while. Jason may struggle with feelings of inadequacy or a lack of self-worth, which could affect his confidence in relationships. He may require reassurance from his partner that he is loved and valued. So, showing him affection through small gestures is the best way to make him feel loved. He quite literally melts when you give him words of affection and gentle touches.
2. He has a tendency to push people away when things get too emotional or intimate, but ultimately craves deep connections and a sense of belonging. He may struggle to find the right balance between vulnerability and self-preservation in his relationships. At first, he might push you away despite his feelings because he feels like he isn't good enough for them. His trust issues do not help with this. Him getting distant with you for no reason at all will continue after he's together with his s/o, but it will get better as time passes and his trust in you and himself gets stronger, making him more comfortable with being vulnerable.
3. Despite his tough exterior, Jason is quite the romantic. He enjoys doing little things to show his affection, like leaving small notes around the house for you to read. It's honestly really cute.
4. He WILL read all your favorite books, and will be so happy if you read the books he likes. He does have a preference when it comes to books, but is still open to trying out new stuff. Dates at the library or at old bookstores with him are really something special. You spend your weekends cuddling next to each other while reading together. He sometimes asks you to read to him as he lies his head on your lap. Although he prefers paper books a lot more than e-books, if you give Jason a subscription for an audiobook he will absolutely listen to it while he works on his bike.
5. If you decide to bake for him, he will have the biggest grin in all of Gotham. It doesn't have to be anything fancy. Just some simple chocolate chip cookies or lemon bars are more than enough. Jason craves the kind of domestic affection and sweet warmth that he never really had as a child. He never exactly grew up in a stable home, and he never really had that 'family' that he craved as a kid. He craves the kind of caring relationship and care that he needed as a child, and baking for him is a really good way to show him that you care for him. He doesn't really have a sweet tooth, but he would definitely eat everything that you bake if you let him.
6. He likes to see you wearing his clothes. Mostly shirts, since he's built like a brick wall and wearing his pants would just make walking significantly difficult for you. Who needs pajamas when you can just put on his shirt? He will pretend to be annoyed by this gremlin behavior, but he can't hide his smile whenever he sees you in one of his shorts. Steal all his hoodies. ALL of them. >:)
7. He will 100% get jealous or feel a little insecure if your favorite hero isn't him. Doesn't matter if it is Batman, Superman or Wonder Woman. He will be petty(but like in a cute way idk).
8. He sends photos of the things he likes with no explanations whatsoever. The sky is looking especially blue today? He sends you a picture of it. There's a line in a book that he really likes? You get a picture of it. You get pictures of stray cats and sunsets. It's his way of showing love. At first you were a little confused on why he sends you pictures of random things, but you grew to love them. When he sees something that he likes, the first thing that comes up in his mind is you. And he wants to share it with you. If you decided to do the same for him, he would be so happy.
9. Jason is a little spoon all the way. Considering how big he is, it looks a little funny. But he loves it when you're pressed suggy against his back with your arms wrapped around him. Plus, this way he worries less about accidentally squishing you in his sleep. But he will gladly let you squish him. He likes to wake up in your arms. It makes him feel loved.
10. He treats waiters and retail workers really nicely.
11. If you ask for a ride on his bike, he would be more than happy to oblige. He would go a lot slower than he usually does. The wind blowing through your hair, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. To him, it's the perfect sensation. He would get excited when you like his bike and might even get you a riding jacket to match his own.
12. He likes to shower with you. Sure, shower sex is great, but it's the intimacy that he likes more. He will steal your shampoo since he likes when you smell the same. He will melt when you pamper him. Do facials and use bath bombs when you're with him. He isn't really used to things like that and loves it when you treat him with care. Since he's a big guy, fitting in to the bathtub with you might be a little difficult.
13. Eyebrow wiggles all day long, just to make you laugh. Doesn't matter what your doing, he will randomly wiggles his eyebrows at you.
14. Loves when you welcome him with hugs when he gets back from patrol. He's used to coming back to an empty house, and you being there is such a nice change. If you fuss over the smallest scrapes and patch him up, he will melt in your hands. Kissing his bruises and scars also helps him feel better about them. He has a lot of scars from his death. He's especially insecure about the Y shaped scar that his autopsy left behind. On bad days, even looking in the mirror is hard for him. He still needs time to recover from his past traumas, and you kissing every single one of his scars helps a lot.
15. Give him flowers and his face will be redder than his helmet. This man gets so flustered when you give him flowers. Doesn't matter if it's a big bouquet of roses or just a few tulips. The first and last time that he got flowers was his funeral, so you giving him flowers means a lot to him. If you get blue ones to match his eyes, he might get a heart attack.
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Desperate ~ Choi San
“Desperation can lead you to do things, much more, beyond your imagination. I am definitely up for it-”
♡ EROTICA ATEEZ ♡
Warnings : MDNI 18+, dom!reader, sub!san (mostly), angry sex, punishment (to san), riding, mommy calling, degradation, oral (f) receiving, hand cuffs(?), NO PROOF READ, if any mistakes please understand,
Word Count : 3.1k
A bit story at the start, (kind of like, almost 1k) 😅
(I was so hell bent on finishing this, idk what i have written, so, ig, enjoy)
It was one of those days when you'd come home from work, only to drown into pure bliss as soon as you open the door. Dimly lit house, scented candles, slow music on in low volume, and……..your man, in your favourite clothes, in tuxedo vest, matching trousers, his hands cuffed behind his back, (which he himself did), eyes on the floor, which lit up as soon as he heard the door open. Oh San~
It's very rare that you'd come to this situation, and it's the very first time when San were so desperate to have you, to just gave a good fuck, which you were not giving to him. The desperation he had, made him do what you see in front of your eyes right now. Full submission, very very rare sight to see. And the reason-
It actually all started when San was getting a little too close with one of the girl in gym. Well, both of your gym timings were different cuz of work, but that day you went to surprise him and workout together because of your shift change, but, you saw him helping other girl with her workout. You did tell him about your shift change but you still kept it hidden about your same gym timings. You wanted to see how far it goes.
There was a moment when you did realise that it was basically keeping your boyfriend in shadow and stalking him and lying to him, being too possessive and acting insecure. Everyday you tried confronting about it to San, that you don't like him training with other girl, but that day never came. He did ask you why you didn't join gym again, bit you just told him that you want to take a break from gym because you were still adjusting to the shift change. But everyday, you used to leave after him for gym, and leave gym before he does and reach home early, so that he doesn't suspect.
But eventually, the help with weights, turned into working out together. Simple ‘bye's turned into hugs. Her trying to get gym mirror selfies with him. You knew San would never cheat on you or think of any another woman when he is with you. But, the way, SHE was being with him was very suspicious. The was she looked at him while he talked or worked out, poking his biceps, purposefully asking for help were not needed. The gym was quiet big and had alot of equipments, so it was quiet easy for you to hide also with a hood on your head while working out.
But, it was the limit when they were taking mirror selfies for a little too long. They were posing like, him flexing his biceps and her grabbing a handful of his bicep and being shocked. Basically, she was just pretending that the selfie was not coming out right, so that she could just touch him for longer. It fried your brain in an annoying way, that you decided to go surprise them.
You just stood behind them, far, looking them in the mirror, your hood off, and as he saw, he snapped his head back, not expecting to see you there. Him being him, he left the girl standing there and came to you.
“Hey baby, when did you come here.”
You didn't say anything.
“Hey, do you want to meet my new friend. She is ve-”
“We are going home.”
He knew something was wrong.
You confronted about it and told him about all the stuff happened that you observed in the past two weeks.
“But, baby, we are just friends, what so big deal about it?”
“Oh really. I made one of my girls do friendship with her. When they got close and talked, your so called friend said she fell for you. She knew you had a girlfriend, but she said she'd still do anything to get with you. How'd you explain that?”
It was quiet a cold war since then. You were especially angry and disgusted by the girl, but you were also angry on him because he just let it all happen when he could've maintained distance at right time. You both still went to gym together but did separate workouts. You didn't speak that well with him. At first it was just anger, but then you figured out how to turn it into good punishment.
Just when you knew he'd get home from work, you started pleasuring yourself in your shared bedroom, moaning loudly, but not taking his name, pretending that you don't know he is home, when he actually is. Wearing revealing dresses, posting selfies with your male bestfriends from work, using addicting perfumes, etc. He tried alot of times to hold hands with you, trying to make you smile, or trying to have a conversation with you, but you always ruined it for him. You knew you were getting him worked up. And you got the confirmation when you just came home from work, heard moaning sounds, turns out he was jerking himself off while thinking about you, softly moaning your name. Exactly what you wanted.
But you still decided to play hard, always denying having a straight conversation without messing up. Getting him worked up everytime. It was kinda giving him the taste of his own medicine, cuz this usually happened with you, where he tested your patience and punished you sometimes for not behaving. But, this was your time. After weeks of ignoring and playing cold, you knew that two possibilities might happen soon. 1) Him apologising and making it up to you. 2) Your plan not working out and him punishing you instead. But, he is a total good boy when you degrade him at times. And you Exactly knew how to make the first one work.
Present Day~ 9:30 AM
“Well, I am not having breakfast. I am already late.” You said annoyed.
“Y/n, atleast have breakfast before you leave. I know you are not talking to me but, please eat something.”
“San, I am already in a bad mood, don't get me more worked up.”
“Y/n, just listen-”
“Listen what? Listen to you. Do you ever listen to me, did you listen to me when I told you to maintain distance with her, you saw what happened at the end. You always expect me to be a good girl to you. But, have you ever been good boy to me?”
This was it, you shot your bullet. He has a thing of getting called as ‘good boy’, you were saying all this while still packing your bag, not paying full attention to hum, but still you catched it from corner of your eye how his head snapped when you said ‘good boy’. There was sure silence after that sentence, and you left. Left with the hope that the argument might be a bit helpful to you.
Present Time~
The way you were suppressing yourself from smirking. Getting him on knees for you, one of your hobbies. The way he is literally giving you what you want.
“Oh look, what we've got here.” You coo. You've always wanted to do this. Dominate.
“So, this is how it looks like when tables turn. Preety.” You say heading towards him, his eyes tracking you as you go near and near to him.
“Arguing so hard about the stuff, even though you knew, you will have to be on your knees for forgiveness some day, hmm, San?”
You are now circling him, your one hand caressing through his hair making him close his eyes in the pleasure of touch, but sooner than he imagined, there is a painful frown on his face as you yank him a bit by his hair making him look in front, to you. Crouching a little, to match his eye level, you ask with a smirk.
“Finally decided to be a good boy?”
“I- I am….sorry. Really, really so- ah-”
You yank him again, in mid sentence.
“It doesn't end with saying sorry. You will show mommy how sorry you actually are. You will, right?”
There's a glimmer in his eyes, nodding furiously.
“Good boy. Come.”
With this, you leave his hair and sit at the edge of the couch, shoulders leaned back on the couch, and legs spread. He crawls on his fours between your legs. He is looking up at you, like a puppy waiting for the owner to pat him. Glimmer of hope in his eyes. Finding the keys to his cuffs on the tea table, you uncuff him. He knows what he is supposed to do next, and so he does.
Unbuttoning your trousers, he pulls them down to your knees. His hand goes to your clothed core rubbing it with his thumb, a sigh leaves both of your mouth. His other hand on your waist his head dips to your clit rubbing his nose slightly, making you throw your head back on the couch. A month, too long since you both have fucked and you craved this alot, as much as him. He rubs your clit until he starts feeling the warmth and wetness.
Next second, he pulls your panties down, completely removing your trousers and panties and tossing them in the room. He pulls you more on edge by the back of your knees making you yelp a little. No wonder, he's always been a dom, even though he is sub right now, this is his way of having you, rough, but you like it.
He starts with giving light kisses to your clit and inner thighs, quick and wet kisses. Soon, he starts with deep kisses, as if he is making out with your clit. Deep slow kisses, already making you moan. Your hands finds his hairs. The sensation is so overwhelming, that even you don't notice your legs closing in, but he did, ofcourse. He swiftly spreads your legs wide. You both know what's the next step. He starts sucking and lapping on your clit, as if he's been starved. Your toes curl in the pleasure, eyes tight shut. Both of your hands gripping his hairs, pulling on them. That makes him moan in pain right on your clit, making you moan too. The vibrations of his moan travelling in form of goosebumps in your body. Goshhh, you craved this so much.
He enters his tongue, making you moan out his name loudly. He for sure knows how to give best head. He starts sliding his tongue in and out, tilting his head bit by bit, making sure he is licking every corner of your pussy. The heat rising in your body is making you remove all the clothes from your body. You loosen your tie subconsciously. But as soon as he curled his tongue inside you, made you jolt and moan, but his strong grip bought you crashing down on the couch. A little bit more sucking tightened the knot in your stomach. As you start clenching around his lips, he knew that it was time.
“Cum for me, mommy.” He requests.
“Hm?” You say raising your eyebrow, not because you were ordering him around, but because you were genuinely shocked by the desperation in his voice. But he took it as if you were questioning him, so he pleads again, more desperate to have you cummed.
“Pl- please, cum for me…”
After a little more sucking and licking, you cum all over his face, and he licks every single drop off your clit and thighs. As he looks up to you, his wet throat, chin and droopy eyes turns you on more. You drop your head back on the couch, looking at the ceiling above, breathing heavily. But, you know the show hasn't ended yet. There's more you can do to make him plead, a smirk appear on your face.
As he is wiping his chin, you try to push him to side, pretending that you are done. But he senses it, and holds you down by your knees as you try to stand up. His head dipped low, looking at the floor, but you still raise a him at him.
“What?”
There's no response, you want to laugh so bad right now, because you know very well what he wants, but would it be really fun if you give it to him so easily?
“I said what? I am done.”
His head snapped at you, looking you in eyes, troubled expression on his face, as if you said something so terrible. Again raising one eyebrow you provoke him more.
“Please-”
“Please what?”
“You know, y/n-”
“You can say more with your mouth, you know?”
“Y/n, we- we just haven't fucked in long. Please, please, I want you so bad, please.”
He is literally holding your thighs so tightly which are definitely gonna leave marks.
“And, how you ask for it?”
He does not know how to as for it more politely. But, he is ready to do anything that comes to his mind right now. He hurriedly hold your foot in his hand kissing it several times. This kinda shocked you because it was so unexpected.
“Please” He say in low voice. Well, it did please you.
“Fine” You say and he looked you in eyes, to confirm that he heard right. And, so he wasted no time carrying you in bridal style and walking towards bedroom.
Once reached he sets you on bed quickly getting on top of you. But, that's not your plan for today.
“Uh huh, I am incharge today, pet. On your back.” He halted his actions and did what you ordered him to. Laying on his back, he gave you full control. You first sat on his torso slowly undressing yourself. Removing your somewhat remaining clothes, your coat, then unbuttoning your shirt, but still keeping your bra on. That's for the fun part.
Then, it's time for your favourite. His tuxedo vest. The way his biceps pops out from the vest, it makes him look so powerful and intimidating but the fact that it's opposite, the fact that you have him in your control right now, is very amazing thought to have. You unbutton his vest removing it from him, the heavily toned chest in view, his nippers hard, toned abs and his V-line and veins alongside the V-line disappearing into his trousers. Oh, what a sight, and that too under you. You caress his torso like there's no tomorrow, finally tugging on his pants.
You already have his dick poking your ass from under his pants. You just know it desperately needs to be freed right now. Shifting yourself on his thighs you unbuckle his pants. Palming and messaging his dick through his boxers you already get whispered moans from him. You won't admit it aloud but you are as desperate as he is. Pulling his boxers down, completely removing it from him. You take his dick in your hand, Jerking him, from down to up, slightly putting a pressure on his vein, that's popping out, from his base to his tip, getting a moan from him. You like it so much when he moan so loud. Makes you feel so powerful.
But, no more wasting time, you get on top, just above his dick. Holding it right at your entrance, taking a deep breathe, you slide down. When you completely sit on it, you both let out a sigh. No matter that you are in dom now, the fact that he is so big, it makes you hesitate to move. Keeping your both hands on his chest, you take the support. Eventually, you start to move. The feeling of being full is numbing you. But, soon you gain the momentum and start grinding yourself on him, going back and forth.
Leading down, you kiss him, open mouth, tounges already in each others mouths, your hands now in his hairs, but then you suddenly clench around him resulting in him moaning right on your mouth, eyes shut. He is so sub right now, it makes you want to make him moan more. Even though it is quiet difficult to keep your pace, you still sit up, thus time bouncing on him rapidly. Room literally fills with both of your moans, loud, loud enough to let all the neighbours know about your sweet time. Hearing him moan literally like a girl is so addicting. But, you have one more trick up your sleeve.
You stop bouncing and start pulling on his dick by clenching more harder. He screams in pain because of the pulling.
“Ah, ah y/n please, please that- that hurts, ah-”
“Oh does it?”
“Uhhh, ah don't please.-”
You enjoy listening him scream like that but it's kind of hurtful for you too. The know forms in your lower belly, denoting that you are close. So, you start grinding again, at a low pace, slow movements but deep, reaching for your g-spot. His hands on your hips, helping you keep the pace and grind deeper, making you feel fucked I'm the head, your eyes rolling back, sweat formed all over the body. The numb feeling is growing, not know how much longer you will keep yourself still.
“Y/n, I am close..”
“Me too babe, come on, cum inside me.”
He nods in response and you feel his hot cum shooting inside you, making you cum too. As soon as you both come, you fall upon him, laying on his chest, you can hear his fastened heartbeat, pounding in his heart. And then you hear him.
“Baby, I am really sorry. I- I kinda felt that she was getting too close, but I never knew she would go that far.” He says hurriedly between pants.
“The fact that you told nothing about her to me, made me much angrier.”
“I said I am sorry babe.”
“If it wasn't for me and my friend, she would've created problems between us, do you get it.”
“I get it, I get it, and I apologise. I can do anything to show you how sorry I am.”
You are just happy that he is that devoted to prove his loyalty to you.
“No need, it's all good now. I am not angry anymore.”
You chuckle and just lay in that position for a while until both of your heartbeats become stable. But you hear him again.
“Now that we have got it settled, and also the fact that we haven't done this in while. Let's get to second round. This time, I am dom.” And you a flipped on your back in a blink.
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Unbound
Part 2 - Don't Pull Away
Series Summary - Not having a mating bond didn't stop the love Azriel and Celeste have for each other or their commitment. When an unknown magic lingering from Celeste's past causes her to lose all memories of the last century, will they be able to rebuild their life without a bond tethering them together?
Word Count - 3.2k
Warnings - angst, emotional turmoil (Az), mentions of past abuse, fade to black scene
Author's Notes - this continues the background portion of the series (one more after this before we get into the main portion of the plot)
Part 1
Keeping their courtship a secret for as long as they had certainly hadn’t been easy, especially since their two closest friends were mated to each other. When Celeste had broached the topic of breaking the news of their courtship months ago, he had rebuffed the suggestion.
“I’m not ready. Not just yet,” he had stated.
“Why?” she questioned seriously. “It’s been nearly six months since we’ve become serious, even longer if we count all the dates we went on before then. I’m not sure we will be able to hide it for much longer.”
She had started masking her scent in public after they had spent time with each other and suggested he should do the same. It was an idea she sprouted all on her own, but his emotions about it were complicated.
There was no sadness in her tone, just curiosity. She had learned very quickly that Azriel was an extremely private male and sharing his feelings didn’t come easy to him. She never pushed too hard or pried too deeply until she was sure he was ready.
“Nesta keeps trying to set me up on dates and I’m running out of excuses.” She saw him bristle at the thought before adding, “Plus, I don’t really like lying to my friend.”
Azriel’s skin felt tight at the mention of her dating other males. He had met a few of the casual dates of her past after Nesta had paired Celeste up before he had started courting her. Nesta’s choice in her own mate was infinitely better than the taste she had in choosing for her friends.
“I-I don’t know,” he stammered, the shadows tightening around his hand in nearly one fluid sheet as he flexed his hands into fist. “I’m just–I’m scared.” He sighed heavily, avoiding her eyes.
“Of what?” Celeste asked softly. While Azriel was definitely a private soul, Celeste was much more direct. She was gentle and empathetic but if she wanted to know something, she asked. It was something Az was still very much getting used to. She hardly ever skirted around things which was probably why her and Nesta had become such fast friends.
“I don’t really know. It’s just-” the words seemed to escape him and the whiffs of chatter the shadows kept swirling around his ears didn’t help. His brain felt like a tangle of knots.
“I think you do know. It’s in there,” Celeste leaned forward from where she sat on the sofa next to him, feet tucked under her and facing him, her knees pressed into his hip as she reached a hand forward and laid it on his chest. “Take your time.” She peered at him casually as if they had all the time in the world, head resting on her fist as her arm was propped on the sofa back.
Azriel stared down at the hand on his chest and watched as his shadows abandoned their perch along his ears and whirled in a pulsing ring around her wrist. He wasn’t sure if the hard thud of his pulse was because of Celeste’s proximity or her questioning. He centered his breathing to the shadow’s beat before trying again. “I’m scared because – once it’s out there we can’t take it back.” He met her hooded focus with a watery look of his own. Her countenance didn’t flinch. She understood what he wasn’t saying but guided him anyway.
“Would you want to? Take it back?” Her thumb began a slow rhythm against his shirtfront in time with the shadows that still lingered there.
“No,” he answered hastily. “No, of course not. But–once we put it out there–” Azriel attempted to center his breaths again but only ended up with one shuddering inhale. “Once it’s out there it can be taken away.”
Celeste let him collect his focus for a moment. After a pause in silence she moved her hand from his chest and drew one finger down the side of his jaw, applying slight pressure to get him to turn to her. “Azriel,” she breathed out and he shuddered, his wings shaking the furniture. “It could be taken away now too.”
The thought so simple, so plain and obvious now that it was spoken aloud, had never occurred to him. The idea that keeping this a secret meant it was safe and protected fractured in his mind. His eyes widened and she resumed the pacing of her thumb, this time along his cheek.
“Just because we keep it hidden doesn’t mean it can’t be taken away from us,” she continued gently. “If a time of hardship happens to come, wouldn’t you want to suffer with people around who love you rather than suffering alone?” She had ceased her movements, the shadows stilling at the same second she did.
Azriel sat there feeling like she had just broken open his chest and read the darkness inside like a book, a feeling he was very much not used to. Suffering alone was all he had known. The only suffering he shared, the only suffering he had done with others was because something happened to them collectively and even then he avoided sharing his own grief. Anything that had ever happened to him and him alone was always insulated. Always his and no one else’s.
Celeste had known where to pluck out that mess of knots from because she had once battled the same fight. She had been subjected to terrible things at Tyrik’s hand in the past and then left alone and broken. Suffering in isolation with no one to console or comfort her had nearly been as hard as the physical healing. The life she was leading now, the one she had nearly lost her life for, was once her greatest wish. The friends and family she was now surrounded with had been what brought her that inner peace. Without them she didn’t want to imagine the mess of a person she could have become.
Azriel’s focus zoned out while he pulled on that mind tangle Celeste had brought to the surface, feeling for the loose end with which to unravel it. She swore she could almost hear the gears working in his mind.
“There it is,” she whispered softly against his other cheek. “I told you it was in there,” she held herself there, Azriel feeling her warm breath brush across his face before she placed a gentle kiss to the spot and sat up straight.
“We can wait,” She stated matter of factly. “We don’t have to tell anyone just yet.”
Two days later, Azriel was sent up to Windhaven for an extended trip. This was the same place that had brought him so much suffering in his early life but also brought him so much joy in bringing him his brothers. The juxtaposition had always been a confusing one to Azriel, but usually when the feelings cropped up he had just ignored them. Shoved them deep down inside that darkness to examine later. Often, later never came. This time however, the chasm that Celeste had ripped open was still raw and shoving those creeping feelings down did nothing but to spit them back out from where she had read him.
For the entirety of the first week, he took to the training ring every morning and every night, pushing himself against the wall of exhaustion with defense and weapons and weight training. When that didn’t work he laid in bed at night and held that tangle in his mind’s eye, just staring at it until sleep took him.
Nearly three weeks into his stay, Celeste had arrived for a healer camp rotation. Azriel had been shocked to see the outline of her ample frame trudging alongside Rhys from the camp boundary where they had winnowed in.
Seeing as the attitude towards females in the war camp wasn’t exactly welcoming, chaperones were a required necessity for all healers rotating through the camps. Azriel had stepped in to shadow Celeste on all her patient visits.
“Your camp rotation wasn’t for another two months.” He pointed out when they were alone the next morning in the rickety cabin that was used as a clinic. Celeste was shuffling around preparing supplies, laying out bandages and tonics on a tray.
“Well,” she said with her back facing him. “When you didn’t come home I figured I would come to you.”
Home. The word made that chasm in his chest twitch.
“I told you I was staying longer.” He said from the corner where he had been for the last hour. “You really didn’t need to change your schedule for me.”
Celeste had turned now to face him, staring directly into his eyes unflinching. “Yeah, a note. I have to miss our date this weekend. I am needed here a bit longer. I’ll be in touch. You got your point across alright.”
He had no response to that but his mouth twitched as he noticed her disappointment in his silence. Approaching him slowly from across the room, she placed her hand directly over the raw soul wound he could still feel inside him.
“Don’t push me away, Az.” She started softly as she leaned into her hand and tilted her head back to keep his gaze. “Take whatever time you need to work out whatever it is running through your head but please–please don’t pull away. Not from me.”
Celeste calling him out was never comfortable and she certainly had a knack for doing it. Rhys and Cassian loved him as a brother. Az knew that without a doubt but even they let him push away and isolate whenever his head became too loud with the thoughts he didn’t want to face. They didn’t poke and question. Celeste on the other hand spoke those thoughts aloud. She prodded deftly and guided gently. Pushing her away was the last thing Azriel wanted. He wanted her close by at all times, within his sight and tucked into his arms. He wanted all her mornings and afternoons and nights, especially her nights, for the rest of his days.
He spent his next few days at the camp standing quietly in her company, watching her nimble hands set bones, dress wounds and offer soothing touches of comfort. Often he noticed, when her work allowed them to reside in close enough quarters, that his shadows had begun choosing to gather around her remedying presence rather than swirl around in his brooding aura.
One afternoon, as Celeste had just dismissed the last patient from the clinic cabin, she began tidying up and gathering her supplies to prepare for the next day.
“Sometimes I wonder why we even have camp rotations,” she pondered aloud. “Most of the injuries I treat here aren’t accidents and most of the patients only allow me to treat the most severe ones.”
The patient she had just dismissed had done just that. Coming in for a shredded wing, he had an obviously broken arm in a dirty sling. The splint taped around his forearm had clearly been rushed and the bone badly set. But he had just clutched the arm tightly to his abdomen, outright refusing Celeste’s offer to access and reset it. “Just the wing,” he had said, the most important thing to an Illyrian aside from his siphons.
“It’s to teach them a lesson,” Azriel answered in monotone from the corner, shadows nearly obscuring him from view.
“And what kind of lesson is that?” Celeste responded snidely, not bothering to look up from her duty. “That they can be broken in more ways than one?”
He knew instantly that she was hinting pointedly at her own experience with being broken. In more ways than one. Azriel didn’t answer as he worked to tamp down the anger at the thought. His wings twitched with tension as that tangle bumped against the shields of his mind.
After a beat of silence she added, peering over into that darkened corner. “And do you agree with their teaching methods?”
Her eye line didn’t waver as she waited for his response, even as the shadows thickened and briefly covered him completely.
How could he defend the brutality that bred fierce warriors and the violence that taught them to exact their powers into weapons? How could he defend that as one of the warriors who knew first hand, to his sweet Celeste who had experienced the same treatment for different reasons? But were the reasons really that different? In both cases the desired result was the same - obedience. In the end he had come out a soldier, but Celeste had just ended up broken. His feelings about Windhaven had been conflicted since childhood but adding Celeste into the equation had made them impossible. The tangle inside his head slammed against the obsidian fortress of his mind.
“No. I don’t.” His quiet answer seemed to satisfy her although her face remained furrowed in thought.
A long tense bout of silence stretched between them with only the sound of her shuffling as she rolled bandages, the sun settling lower in the sky outside the window.
“Is that what happened to your hands?” She broke the silence, her voice strained. “A lesson?” Her own hands had stilled before her but her head remained staring at the table.
An unnaturally eerie stillness permeated not just his body, but the entire room. The shadows had revealed him fully and rushed to swirl madly around the hands she spoke of. He was unaware of how long it took him to answer.
“No,” Azriel finally uttered gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest to hide the swirling shadows. “That was my brothers.”
Through all the time they had known each other and throughout their courtship of the last months, Celeste had never commented on or shied away from his brutal scars. She often stroked a touch over them or swept her thumb across them, following their grooves with a finger like reading words on a page, but she had never asked about them.
Seeing the brief confusion flash over her features he quickly added. “Not them. Not Rhys and Cas.” He cleared his throat thickly. “My real brothers. Half-brothers.”
She didn’t ask any more questions of his confession, instead she looked at him pointedly and said, “From what I see, Cas and Rhys are the only real brothers.”
That night he had laid there staring at the ceiling unable to sleep, the mess of a tangle laying squarely in his mind’s eye. At some point he gave up on contemplating the knots and decided instead to start pulling. Pulling and twisting and feeling. The things that surfaced inside him had been buried for so long that they had grown fangs. Fangs and claws and venom. As he pulled on that gods forsaken loose end, those wretched things followed, but as they emerged into the light that Celeste’s chasm had created, he began to see they weren’t so fearsome after all. Even though they snapped and snarled, hissed and spit, Azriel could feel that they would be able to be tamed in time. They didn’t need to be defeated. They were just as scared as he was. They had only grown fangs because he had refused them the kindness of trying and instead shoved them away.
After what felt like an eternity, he had laid there in the barely lightening hours of pre-dawn, holding up that loose end, the tangle no longer a tangle but now just a string, and he had cried. Huge heaving sobs wracking his body and bringing him to his knees.
Oblivious to the time Azriel trekked the distance to the healer's quarters and banged the side of his fist upon the door. It took a few minutes for Celeste to rouse herself from sleep before the door cracked open a fraction and her velvety dark eyes peered out.
“Az?” she questioned as she pulled the door fully open. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?” She stood there clasping her robe closed and taking in his appearance. His face was tense and rubbed swollen from crying, eyes red and puffy. The wind had ravaged his hair into a mess of dark curls falling into his face and the look in his hazel eyes was stricken.
She grabbed his wrist and pulled him over the threshold, “Az, tell me you are alright,” she reached up to grab his face between her hands, forcing him to look at her. “Are you hurt?” The warmth of her touch banished the cold.
Still no answer left him, instead he mirrored her movement, grabbing her face in his ridged hands. She gasped from the shock of the wind ravaged chill that seeped into her skin, the shadows adding to her startle with a misty chill of their own as they seeped from his fingertips and down the back of her neck. Before she could close her mouth he swept his head down and claimed a hard sensual kiss.
He felt the heat of her face flood under his palms as a fierce color rose to her cheeks and it was his turn to gasp. She responded with a tenderly soft flick of her tongue against his teeth, sinking into his body and her hands slipping to his chest as she continued to reciprocate his kiss.
Reluctantly, Azriel pulled back and seared into her gaze with a determined look.
“I’m ready,” he said, his voice rasped from crying.
She shimmied against him with a gentle pressure from her thigh to the front of him. “I can tell,” she panted out a laugh.
“No – that’s not what–”
“I know what you meant,” she breathed out in another whispery laugh. “But for now–for just this minute–it can wait,” and she pushed the door closed, tightly shutting out the cold night wind.
As the fateful hour of Solstice dinner approached, Celeste stood adjusting the silver fabric of her dress inside the closet-sized bathroom of her apartment. Selecting a glittering pair of dangling starry earrings, she tilted her head and began placing them in her ears.
“Mmm,” a sultry purr rumbled from behind her. “You look amazing in that.” Azriel slipped in behind her having just returned from his trip to his townhouse. With an arm around her waist he tucked his wings as tight as they would go in the cramped space. With her hair swept up and pinned into a loose pile, he couldn’t resist nuzzling into her exposed neck. Shadows began lazily exploring the twists and turns of her hair strands, landing curiously around her hairpins as he voiced, “I’m heading out now.”
“Okay,” she said, tilting her head to lean into his. “I’ll be behind you shortly. I just have to pick up the last part of your gift on the way.”
“Hmm,’ he purred again, propping his chin on her shoulder. “I thought I knew what my gift was already.”
“Believe it or not,” she smiled brightly in the mirror's reflection. “Even the famed spymaster of the Night Court can still be surprised.”
“Famed huh?” he chuckled into her ear lightly.
A shiver ran down her spine as she swatted at the side of his face teasingly. “Go already. You’re going to be late.” Az released his arm from her waist and straightened as smoothly as he could in the close quarters.
“We are moving you out of here. Tomorrow. First thing in the morning," he said with irritation as his wing bumped against the door.
Celeste’s merry laugh filled the small space with sound. “Yeah, the Illyrian compliant apartments were a bit out of my price range,” she jested.
With Az still taking up the doorway it was impossible to turn around to face him. Celeste instead caught his attention in the mirror, “Az,” she paused as his eyes met her reflection. “I love you.”
She saw muscles of his face relax and soften from the usually neutral expression as a sweet smile spread, reaching his eyes with a crinkle. “I love you too, Celeste.”
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This is not a question you typically get but do you have advice for writing Hange? I’m writing a Levihan fic and I enjoy the way you write Hange in your own fics
That's super sweet of you, thank you!
Hmm, let me think.
Hange is very open and enthusiastic, and I think people tend to sometimes write them as a bit goofy, as a result, but I don't think Hange is actually a goofy person at all. I think they're just passionate. And I think, when the situation warrants it, Hange can be as serious as anyone. So whenever I write Hange, I try to strike that balance between their enthusiastic energy and positivity, and their more serious, subdued moments. Hange obviously deeply cares about their comrades too, and particularly with Levi, I think the both of them, while very different in terms of personality, have an extremely close bond and understanding, and Hange understands as well as anyone that Levi's aloof demeanor and socially awkward behavior hides a heart of gold.
So, basically, if I'm writing Hange, I just try to present that high energy, sort of zest for life that they have, their great curiosity and desire to understand things, and also their great intelligence, which really goes hand in hand with that curiosity. I think part of what makes Hange so able to connect with Levi is their ability to not simply disregard him out of hand as some sort of freak or monster, something I'm sure Levi had to deal with a lot, given his abilities, and also because of where he's from. And again I think that ability of Hange's come from their curiosity, their desire to know and understand things beyond just a surface level. They don't simply accept Levi's surface level qualities as the definition of who he is, and that's what allows them to get so close to him.
Anyway, I hope that helps. I haven't written much for Hange, so your compliment regarding my characterization means the world, honestly!
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