#grew in complexity as i did the challenge for sure
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for the event how about snooze with steven grant <3333 they just fit so perfectly together !!
Snooze
Pairing: Steven Grant x f. reader
Word Count: 1.5k
This fic contains: fluff, neighbors to lovers, insomnia, meet cute scenario, confessions, kissing, corny play on lyrics of Snooze
Summary: You are the main constant that helps combat Steven’s insomnia. This night, things are a little bit different.
Notes: omg Sil you are so right about how Snooze is Steven-coded!! Thank you bb for the request and I hope you enjoy 🥰🫶🏽 Thank you to @potatothots for beta reading and sharing your insight 🩷
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Steven glared at the blue squares of his Rubik's Cube. It had been the third time he solved the three dimensional puzzle since the moon illuminated the night sky. The toy tumbled into his lap as Steven’s groggy eyes flickered towards the shimmering sphere that tauntingly gazed back at him.
The classical record that was meant to aid his sleep came to an end. Steven lost track of how many times he played that record. When his insomnia began many moons ago, the record did wonders for his sleep. Now, it basically is a broken record because of how often he played it at night.
Yet, there was one constant that always helped him fall asleep. And that was you.
You were new to the apartment complex and moved in right next to Steven. The way you both met was one for the books. Your flat mate was running late for work due to lack of sleep from the night before. He rushed out the door, struggling into his coat. Without realizing, his shoelaces dragged carelessly across the floor. Steven, as clumsy as he was, crashed into you carrying a box of clothes, and you both fell to the floor.
The British man’s eyes widened. “Oh my- I am terribly sorry! Are you alright?” His eyes widened even more after one glance upon your beauty.
You sat up chuckling, unaware of his gawking. “No need for apologies. I am perfectly fine.” Then, you noticed the items scattered on the floor. “Although, I’m not too sure about the pile of clothes.” The man mirrored your movements as you crawled towards an article of clothing.
“Allow me to help you ma’am,” Steven began tossing shirts and sweaters into the box. As you reached for your favorite scarf, a strong hand slightly brushed against yours. You stared into each other's eyes, smiling softly. You could have sworn you saw a twinkle in his brown eyes.
“Oh heavens, I am late for work!” He checked the time on his watch and began to panic. “I missed my bus, too!”
“Perhaps I can take you to work?” You helped him to his feet, and your cheeks grew hot as he began to tower over you.
“Oh no, I-“
“It’s okay. I want to.” You paused. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.”
Steven unclenched his jaw and let out a quick laugh. “Thank you ma’am! I cannot thank you enough for your kindness.”
“It’s my pleasure…” your voice dropped upon realizing you didn’t know the name of the British man before you.
“Steven. Steven Grant.”
It was a typical late Saturday night when you arrived at your apartment complex. Your watch peeked through your cuffed long sleeve, catching a glimpse of the time.
3:00. That was a record time for the latest you came home from a shift at the local bar. Your body, especially your legs, yearned to crash into the coziness of your bed and sleep until the sun was at its peak in the sky. As you approached the door to your apartment, you stopped in your tracks after meeting your neighbor’s hazy eyes.
“Steven?”
The gentleman in question half smiled. “Hello, darling.”
“Rough night?” You interrogated knowingly. Steven nodded with closed eyes.
You fumbled your key into the lock for a moment before opening the door and stepping to the side. “C’mon in. I’ll make us some tea.”
Steven walked into your apartment and headed towards your couch, as he had done many nights before. He wrapped himself in the blanket you knitted yourself as you fixed a pot of tea. The blanket smelled like you, which always brought him a sense of comfort. A kind of comfort he couldn’t find in his own home. In fact, Steven couldn’t remember the last time he felt any sense of security before meeting you.
“You really fancy that blanket, huh?” You giggled, admiring how adorable he looked being swaddled in your own creation. The day you moved in, you decided to knit a blanket to combat your boredom. Once it was finished, you didn’t dare touch it as you were too afraid it would get ruined. The first night you welcomed Steven into your apartment, he was immediately fascinated with the blanket that he cozied onto your couch bundled in the blanket before falling into the best sleep he had in a while.
“I do, indeed. It helped me sleep when I had no other way of falling asleep.” Steven peered down at the wooly fabric, tracing over the patterns as if his next words were hidden between the stitches.
“Well, I’m happy to have helped you in a subliminal way.” The rest of your surroundings blurred as Steven became the focus of your gaze. Your heart skipped a beat as the dim light in your living room accented his structured face and wavy dark locks. Even with the blanket draped over his frame, his plain white t-shirt did little to hide his muscular arms and broad shoulders.
The abrupt screech of the kettle caused you to jolt and you quickly turned off the stove to avoid the sound reaching your other sleeping neighbors. After steeping chamomile bags in two separate cups, you joined Steven on the couch, leaving a respectful distance between the two of you. You handed him a mug and he gingerly peeled it from your grip. Your teeth gritted together as his soft fingers brushed against yours. Steven frowned, noticing your shift in demeanor.
“You cold, darling?” He shimmied out of the blanket, letting it fall to his waist.
“It’s okay, it’s no big deal-” Suddenly, Steven scooted next to you before throwing the blanket over both of your laps with one hand. It was the smoothest thing you had ever witnessed, you forgot how to breathe in that moment.
“There we are. It wouldn’t be right of me to hog all of your blanket.” You couldn't help but laugh. Without further thought, you and Steven simultaneously sipped your cups of tea, the hot beverage instantly calming your mind and muscles. Steven hummed happily as the tea warmed his body. Yet, he was still wide awake.
The grandfather clock that stood strong in your living room ticked loudly to fill the silence of the room. It glared dauntingly into your and Steven’s souls as you drank your tea while avoiding each other’s gazes. The pendulum swung from side to side as if waiting for one of you to make a move. As Steven drank the last drop of tea, he was left with no other choice but to break the silence.
“You know something, love?” You suddenly became more interested in Steven as you set the mug on your coffee table. “Ever since I met you, things have changed.”
“I hope it’s a good kind of change.”
Steven peered down, smiling softly. “Yeah, it was. For starters, you have really helped me combat this insomnia. I couldn’t tell you about the last time I had a good night’s sleep.” Your lips curled into a dopey grin, and your skin grew hot. Yet neither the tea nor the blanket contributed to the warm feeling inside you.
“Then, there is your kindness. No one has been as nice as you have been to me so it feels reassuring to know there’s still good people out there. You are also extremely bold. To move all the way from across the pond is…It’s brave. You’ve done all the things I’m scared to do.” He rambled on and on but one thing reeled in your attention. “To tell you the truth, I’m quite smitten with you, love.”
“Steven…” You were at a loss for words. Your heart skipped a beat after learning he felt the same way about you.
“Forgive me if I am too forward, but-”
“No, not at all. In fact, I feel the same way towards you.” Your hands met in the middle of the blanket, bringing you back to the moment your hands first touched outside your doors. This time, the spark between you two was much stronger.
“Can I kiss you, love?”
“I thought you would never ask.”
Steven laughed before cupping your face with his large hands and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and sweet yet full of passion. It reminded you of a flame so bright you couldn’t help but reach out and touch it because you knew it wouldn’t hurt or scar you. Your lips molded together like a sculptor forming the greatest piece that’ll be admired for centuries to come. Time froze as your lips danced in unison and space ceased to exist around you and between you.
Losing sleep was the last thing on Steven’s mind. For how could he lose when he was with you? Sleep will eventually find its way back to him. He couldn’t snooze and miss the moment of you and him in each other’s embrace.
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i love what you did with my last ask so i just knew i needed to do another. how about a aaron x black!reader she's 7 months pregnant and over the phone has a discussion with aaron about the baby's skin color telling him "what if when it gets older it gets killed" and even aaron has to take a breath but over all jack heard the convo and is confused because he's like 8 and doesn't understand race like that and you and aaron explain it
complexities of race
pairing: aaron hotchner x pregnant!black!fem!reader
wc: 1.3k
cw: underlying mentions of current climate (iykyk), brief mentions of race/racism, fluff, pregnancy
a/n: girlll your prompts are so amazing, i love that you give me a challenge 🫶🏽🫶🏽 this was so hard to write not gonna lie, but of course i enjoyed it nonetheless!!! also this is the first fic of 2024! :) also i’m sorry it took me so long to write this!
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“Aaron... I have something to tell you.” you smiled, leaning against the frame of the living room walkway. You hoped that he would be just as excited as you were, all those nights making love paid off.
“Sweetheart... you’re smiling, grinning even. What is it?” He asked.
“I’m pregnant.” you gushed, revealing the pregnancy test that was hidden in your hand.
Aaron’s eyes lit up in excitement. He rushed over to you and pulled you into his arms. “Oh, Y/N, that’s amazing!”
You were crying tears of joy, you were super excited to finally have a baby with the love of your life.
Fast forward to 7 months, you were thriving through all the symptoms of pregnancy. All the motion sickness, waking up in the middle of the night to throw up, the kicking, just to name a few.
Aaron made sure to be there for you every step of the way, from the moment he found out you were pregnant up until now. He would rub your belly a lot, give you foot and shoulder massages, satisfy your weird food cravings, and even read to your unborn child when he could.
You had no worries about this pregnancy. Until the intrusive thoughts started coming. Being a soon to be mom, you didn’t know if it was mother’s intuition, or just the simple fact that you were a black woman living in America. You started thinking a lot about how your baby would be when they grew up. Facing racism almost everywhere you went was not fun, which was why learning how to handle a situation like that was extremely important. You didn’t want your child being made fun of for their skin color or the way they look and not being able to see their self worth, see how beautiful they are, and that comments like those are baseless and have no real meaning.
This was something that needed to be discussed with Aaron. He sees the world differently than you do so it was important to you that your significant other understand your feelings and experiences. It wasn’t going to be like any other conversation they have had about racism; this time it involved a child, an innocent child.
You were at your grandparents’ house for the weekend and you decided to call Aaron to talk while you had some downtime.
He answered the phone fast and the two of you got into conversation quick. He asked you if you were doing okay and that he missed you and couldn’t wait until you came back so he could take care of you. You expressed that you missed him as well and asked him how he and Jackson were doing.
Then you decided to let the cat out of the bag.
“Aaron?”
“Yes love?”
You exhaled out of your nose. “There’s something I’m worried about, uh, for this pregnancy. Or at least something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about for a while.”
“What is it?”
“Our baby is black. I just- I dunno, what if... our child gets killed when it goes out into the world on their own? This world is a sick place and it’s hard to raise a black child.“
Aaron paused for a bit. He knew what you were saying was the truth, and nothing but the truth. But he had no idea how to respond. Growing up, he never really knew what it was like to be made fun of because of the color of someone’s skin, let alone now in today’s world, where people get killed just because of it.
“Y/N, I want you to know that our baby will be protected to the fullest extent. Everything that you told me is all true, and I don’t want to dismiss any of your feelings.”
“I know, and I appreciate you for that.” you answered.
All of Aaron’s words were reassuring, but you still didn’t think he understood. It’s not that you were mad at him for that, you didn’t blame him for anything. You wanted to educate as much as possible.
You were the oldest daughter in your family, and seeing how your other siblings were raised, you wanted the best for your child.
You continued talking to Aaron about it in hopes that those intrusive thoughts would go away sometime soon.
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You were back from your grandparents’ house and you were now sitting on the couch at Aaron’s place, which became yours as well since you moved in with him.
He had something important to talk to you about, and a part of you thought it had to do with the phone conversation a few days ago.
“Is everything okay?” you asked.
“Yeah, um, it’s just Jack. He overheard our conversation the other day and he’s been asking questions and I think it would be best for the both of us to answer those questions.”
“I think that’s a good thing. He’s growing up and these are conversations that need to be held. I’m happy to help him understand as best as I can.”
Aaron took your hand and smiled. “I agree.”
A few hours later, after Jack came back home from school, the three of you sat at the dining table enjoying the meal Aaron cooked. Beforehand, you had told Aaron that you were gonna use the eggs in the fridge as an example since Jack was still so young to understand technical terms.
“So, Jack, we wanted to talk to you about something, and it’s very important, okay?” Aaron started.
“Okay.”
“So I know you’ve asked about what race is and things like that. I wanna show you something, okay? I think it will help you understand.”
You got up and got a white and a brown egg from the fridge as well as a spoon and placed them in front of Jack.
“Which egg do you want to break?”
“The white one!” Jack exclaimed, taking the spoon and breaking it.
You smiled softly. “Okay, good. Now how come you decided not to break the brown one instead?”
“I thought it would look different on the inside.”
“Well, do you wanna see something cool?” You asked. Jack nodded in response. You took the spoon and broke the brown one.
“They look the same on the inside.” Jack noted.
“You’re right, Jack. The eggs look different on the outside, but when you break them open, you see that they look the same.” Aaron started.
He explained to Jack that people have preferences for a lot of tangible things, and how it can apply to actual human beings. For only being 8 years old, Jack was very attentive to what you and Aaron had to say, and was asking all the right questions.
“Because the baby growing inside of me is going to look different than you, people may not like that. But my baby is a human too.”
“Is that why you were scared?”
You nodded. “I went through it too, and I just want to keep my baby safe.”
Jack went over to you and hugged your belly in response. It made you smile from ear to ear.
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“Hi beautiful.” Aaron said, kissing your cheek.
It had been evening time at this point and Aaron had just tucked Jack into bed, and you were lying down in the other room reading a book.
“Hi,” you responded back smiling.
Aaron got settled in with you in bed and cuddled. “Do you feel better about everything now?”
“Honestly, I know that deep down inside, those feelings are still there and will arise at some point but being able to talk about it freely is refreshing.” you admitted. “And that’s okay.”
He smiled. “That’s good. I’m glad Jack was able to take part of this conversation with us.”
“Me too. Surely we’ll have even more engaging conversations like this.”
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Hey really loving your Alan Rickman characters fics btw!!
I’m not sure if you take requests but could you write how Eli ended up getting with the reader the first time from your fic ‘wrong’ ?
Title: New Pet
Summary: Eli is determined to make you his new pet
Pairing: Eli Michaelson ( Nobel Son) × Fem! Reader
Warnings: Adult reader, teacher-student relationship, seduction, obsession, manipulation and obscenity.
Author's Notes: Thank you for your request! 🥰 And yes, I am accepting requests. I hope this pleases you.
Sequel here
As Eli sat in the lecture hall, his gaze fixated on you, he couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation mingled with desire. You, the student who seemed so disinterested in the class, yet exuded an air of effortless intelligence that drew him in like a moth to a flame.
You sat at the front of the class, seemingly lost in your own world as you glanced out the window, barely paying attention to the Eli's lecture. Your boredom grated on Eli's nerves, challenging his ego in a way he wasn't accustomed to.
But what irritated Eli even more was your impeccable demeanor. Unlike the other women who sought his attention for better grades or simply to bed a "real man," you remained aloof, untouched by his charm and influence. It was a challenge he couldn't resist, a puzzle he was determined to solve.
So as the days passed, Eli's obsession with you grew, fueled by a mixture of frustration and desire. He watched you from afar, studying your every move, trying to decipher the enigma that was you. Despite his best efforts, you remained a mystery, a tantalizing puzzle that refused to be solved.
And again, Eli's frustration boiled over as he watched you once again appear distracted during his lecture. He couldn't contain his anger any longer and decided to single you out.
"Eyes on me, missy!" Eli snapped, his voice dripping with irritation. "What's so fascinating outside that window that you can't even bother to pay attention in my class?"
You turned your gaze towards him, unperturbed by his outburst. "I apologize, Professor Michaelson," you replied calmly. "I was simply lost in thought for a moment."
Eli scoffed, his ego wounded by your nonchalant response. "Lost in thought? More like lost in your own world, completely oblivious to the valuable knowledge I'm imparting here."
He strode over to the whiteboard, pointing to a complex chemistry question written in bold letters. "Since you seem so preoccupied, perhaps you'd like to enlighten us all with the answer to this question."
The rest of the class remained silent, intimidated by Eli's sharp tone. But you remained composed, a hint of amusement dancing in your eyes as you surveyed the question.
You got up, and Eli handed you the whiteboard pen. He sat back on the table while you did the calculations for the Chemistry question. He crossed his arms and watched, not resisting taking a few discreet glances at your ass.
"Alright, let's see what you've got," Eli said, his voice laced with a hint of skepticism.
You began to solve the problem with ease, your hand moving swiftly across the whiteboard as you tackled each step with precision. And as Eli watched you a devious thought crossed his mind. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards you, and seeing you stand at the whiteboard, solving equations flawlessly, only fueled his desire further. 'Maybe I should have you answer more questions on the whiteboard,' he thought to himself, his gaze lingering on your figure. 'If that's what your ass looks like, I wouldn't mind having you up there all day.'
As you reached the final step, Eli leaned in slightly, unable to resist the urge to get a closer look at your work. "Not bad," he muttered under his breath, a begrudging admiration in his tone.
You finished the calculation flawlessly, presenting the answer with a confident smile. "There you go, Professor Michaelson," you said, turning to face him. "I hope that meets your expectations."
Suppressing a smirk, Eli instructed you to return to your seat, his tone laced with authority. "Very well done, the answer is correct, but let's not get too ahead of ourselves," he said, his eyes flickering with a hint of mischief. "Back to your table, please."
You obeyed and as you went back to your seat, Josh Parker, one of your classmates, broke into applauded for his correct answer, his admiration evident. You flashed him a grateful smile, appreciating his support as the other students followed suit. However, before the applause could escalate, Eli intervened, cutting it off with a stern look.
"One last thing," Eli addressed the class, his tone commanding. "While Miss [Your Last Name] may have provided a correct answer, let this be a reminder to everyone to pay attention in class. Understanding the material is crucial, even if you manage to solve a problem."
With that, Eli instructed the students to copy down the solution from the whiteboard, and they complied obediently. As the class ended, Josh approached you, offering praise and assistance. "That was amazing!" he exclaimed, his admiration evident. "You're a genius, [Your First Name]."
You chuckled modestly, thanking Josh for his kind words as he offered to carry your books. "You're too kind, Josh," you replied graciously, accepting his offer. "And thanks for the applause earlier. It means a lot."
As the two of you walked out of the classroom together, engaged in friendly banter, you couldn't help but appreciate Josh's genuine kindness. Despite his popularity as a basketball player, he always treated you with respect and kindness, a rare gem in the competitive world of university life
Josh commented that you had your next class together today, and you agreed, acknowledging that your university schedules aligned quite closely, allowing you to attend almost all the classes together. In fact, it was in the literature class that you and Josh first met.
You reminisced about the time when the teacher assigned a paper in pairs, and she randomly chose you and Josh to work together. Initially, Josh, being the typical popular guy, was reluctant to participate, brushing off the assignment with his usual charm. However, you managed to convince him by promising to help him with Chemistry, knowing his struggles with Professor Michaelson's class.
Not that it was difficult to see, of course. Professor Michaelson always made it clear whenever Josh stumbled over a question, often mocking him in front of the whole class. But with your encouragement and assistance, Josh softened up about it, and the two of you became friends. You continued to help him with Chemistry, and with each passing day, he improved in those subjects.
As you and Josh continued your conversation, enjoying each other's company, you were suddenly interrupted by Josh's basketball friends, who grabbed you in a playful manner and greeted Josh with enthusiastic high-fives.
"Hey, Josh! What's up, man?" one of them exclaimed, flashing you a friendly grin. "Who's this lovely lady you're chatting up?"
Josh chuckled, exchanging jokes and banter with his friends as they playfully teased him about being smitten with you. "Guys, come on, give it a rest," Josh protested, feigning exasperation. "She's just a friend, okay?"
But his friends weren't convinced, continuing to tease him relentlessly as they engaged in playful banter. "Oh, come on, Josh! We can see the way you look at her," one of them teased, winking at you. "When are you gonna confess your undying love, huh?"
Josh's cheeks flushed slightly at their teasing, but he shook his head adamantly, denying any romantic interest in you. "I told you guys, she's just a friend," he insisted, trying to change the subject. "Besides, we've got class to attend, remember?"
You watched the exchange with amusement, grateful for Josh's efforts to defend your friendship. But you also sensed a hint of strange in his denial, a flicker of something more beneath his playful facade.
As the teasing continued, Josh jokingly pushed his friends away, eager to end the conversation. "Alright, alright, enough already," he laughed, nudging you with his elbow. "I'll see you guys later. [Your Name] and I have places to be."
You and Josh continued to Math class, the playful banter with his friends fading into the background as you walked together down the hallway. Josh apologized for his friends' teasing, but you waved it off with a smile, assuring him that it was no big deal.
"It's okay, Josh. I know they were just joking around," you said, your voice warm with understanding. "Besides, it's kind of nice to see you have such close friends."
Josh grinned appreciatively, grateful for your easygoing nature. "Thanks, [Your Name]. You're pretty cool about it," he replied, his tone sincere. "And hey, they mean well, even if they can be a bit... enthusiastic sometimes."
As you and Josh entered the Math classroom, you found seats together near the front, settling in comfortably as you waited for the teacher to arrive. The classroom buzzed with conversation as students chatted and exchanged notes, the atmosphere relaxed and familiar.
Josh leaned in closer, his voice low as he spoke to you. "So, [Your Name], do you have any plans for the weekend?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "Not really, just the usual studying and maybe catching up on some Netflix," you replied casually. "What about you?"
Josh shrugged, his expression thoughtful. "Same here, I guess. Maybe I'll hit the gym or hang out with some friends," he said, his tone casual. "But honestly, I'm kind of looking forward to just chilling out for a bit."
As the teacher entered the classroom, signaling the start of the lesson, you and Josh turned your attention to the front, ready to tackle the day's material together.
Meanwhile, Eli was in his private office, fucking a student against his desk between class breaks. Taking the woman from behind, he closed his eyes, remembering you answering the question on the board, wearing those jeans that hugged you perfectly, your beautiful ass on display. Eli had made up his mind. He was going to have you, oh yes, no matter what he had to do. He was going to have you against this table of his, taste you.
With a primal growl, Eli intensified his thrusts, his mind consumed by thoughts of you. He imagined your soft moans and gasps, your body writhing beneath him as he took you with a hunger born of obsession.
As the woman beneath him cried out in pleasure, Eli's thoughts drifted back to you, his desire fueled by the memory of your intelligence and beauty. He knew he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He had to have you, to possess you completely.
With a surge of determination, Eli quickened his pace, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased the elusive satisfaction he knew only you could provide. He imagined your body pressed against his, your skin flushed with desire as he claimed you as his own.
As he reached the peak of his pleasure, Eli's mind was filled with visions of you, your name a mantra on his lips as he surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment. He knew that nothing could satisfy him like you could, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make you his.
With a final, shuddering release, Eli collapsed against the desk, his body spent but his desire burning brighter than ever. He knew that his obsession with you would consume him, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the intoxicating allure of your presence, drawing him ever closer to the edge of madness.
As the days passed, Eli's obsession with you only grew stronger, consuming his thoughts and fueling his desire to be near you. He couldn't shake the image of you solving the chemistry problem flawlessly, your intelligence and beauty a potent combination that left him longing for more.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Eli concocted a plan to be alone with you, to seduce you and make you his own. He convinced the dean to open a student assistant position, citing the need for extra help in his classes. It was a lie, of course, but Eli didn't care. All that mattered was having you within his reach.
With the position approved, Eli announced the opportunity to the class, extolling the advantages and requirements of the role. He made sure to emphasize the perks of working closely with him, his voice dripping with charm and persuasion.
"As my student assistant, you'll have the opportunity to gain valuable experience and insight into the world of academia," Eli declared, his eyes flickering with excitement. "Not to mention the chance to work closely with me, learning from of one the best in the field, the winner of the prestigious Nobel Prize."
He listed off the requirements for the position, making it clear that only the most dedicated and capable students would be considered. But deep down, Eli knew that there was only one candidate he truly desired.
"Aspiring candidates can sign up at the end of class," Eli announced, his heart racing with anticipation. "I look forward to working with one of you lucky individuals."
As the end of the class approached, Eli couldn't contain his excitement, his gaze fixed on you as you packed your things. He pretended to be engrossed in some paperwork, but his attention was solely focused on you.
Eli's other conquests, his "pets" as he liked to call them mentally, signed up, eager to spend more time with him, but they weren't what Eli wanted, he waited impatiently while you packed your things in your bag. Josh, as always, waited for you, asking if you were going to sign up as a student assistant.
"Hey, [Your Name], you gonna sign up for Eli's assistant position?" Josh inquired, his tone hopeful as he leaned against the desk next to yours.
You paused, considering his question carefully. "I'm not sure, Josh," you replied honestly, a hint of uncertainty in your voice. "I already have a lot on my plate with my other classes and extracurricular activities."
Josh nodded understandingly, his expression sympathetic. "Yeah, I get that," he said, his tone supportive. "But hey, if I were even half as smart as you in Chemistry, I'd jump at the chance. Think about it, you'd get to work closely with a Nobel Prize winner: Eli Michaelson, as we are reminded every fucking day, in every minute of this fucking class! It'd look great on your resume."
Despite yourself, you couldn't help but laugh at Josh's dramatic proclamation, the tension of the moment easing slightly. "Thanks, Josh," you said, a smile playing on your lips. "I'll definitely think about it."
As you glanced around the room, you noticed several students eagerly signing their names on the registration paper for the assistant position. They chatted excitedly amongst themselves, eager to impress Eli and secure their spot as his assistant.
Meanwhile, Eli tried to act indifferent, pretending to be engrossed in some paperwork as he waited for you to sign up. He knew that he had opened this position just for you, and it would suck if you didn't sign up.
You bit your lip thoughtfully as you walked down with Josh from the auditorium. His words echoed in your mind, and despite your initial reluctance, you couldn't shake the idea of working closely with Eli. After all, it would be an invaluable opportunity to gain insight into the world of academia and enhance your resume.
"Hey, Josh," you began, your voice hesitant as you glanced at him. "You know what? You're right. I think I will sign up for assistant position."
Josh's eyes lit up with excitement, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Really? That's awesome, [Your Name]!" he exclaimed, clapping you on the back. "I knew you'd come around. Trust me, you won't regret it."
As you and Josh made your way back to the front of the class, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease gnawing at the back of your mind. Something about Eli's demeanor had always rubbed you the wrong way, his arrogance and ego grating on your nerves.
But as you watched the other students eagerly sign their names on the registration paper, their excitement palpable, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. If they were willing to overlook Eli's flaws for the chance to work closely with him, then maybe you should too.
With a sigh, you waited for everyone to finish and sign their name too, your heart pounding in your chest as you approached the registration paper. You glanced over at Eli, who watched you with a predatory gleam in his eyes, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk.
As you picked up the pen, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were selling your soul, but the allure of the opportunity was too strong to resist. With a shaky hand, you wrote down your name on the list, sealing your fate with Michaelson.
Eli's smirk widened into a grin as he watched you sign up, his satisfaction evident. He had always known that you were the one he wanted, and now, you had willingly placed yourself in his grasp.
As you finished writing your name, Eli's thoughts turned to Josh, who had convinced you to sign up, as he could hear. Despite his initial disdain for Parker, Eli couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him. After all, Josh had unwittingly played right into Eli's hands, giving him exactly what he wanted.
'Thanks, Parker,' Eli thought to himself, a chuckle escaping his lips as he traced your name on the list. 'You just gave me what I want.'
With a sense of triumph, Eli picked up the sign-up list, his mind already racing with plans for the future. Maybe he would improve Parker's grade one of these days, as a token of his appreciation. After all, it was the least he could do for someone who had unwittingly helped him achieve his goals. Eli chuckles to himself as he walked away.
He waited for two days, relishing in the anticipation of revealing his chosen assistant. He made a show of carefully considering each candidate, pretending to weigh their merits and qualifications. But in reality, his decision had been made long before, the moment you signed your name on the registration paper.
Finally, the day arrived for Eli to announce his assistant. He stood at the front of the class, his gaze sweeping over the eager faces of his students. With a flourish, he revealed your name as the chosen one, his voice filled with pride and satisfaction.
"And the lucky individual who will be working closely with me as my assistant is..." Eli paused for dramatic effect, savoring the moment before uttering your name. "Miss [Your Last Name]!"
A few people applauded, congratulating you on your selection as Eli's assistant. You nodded and smiled at your colleagues, although you were happy with the achievement, you still felt deep down that signing up was a mistake, but you ruled it out, maybe Michaelson wasn't so bad.
As the excitement died down, Eli addressed you directly, his tone warm and inviting. "Congratulations, Miss [Your Last Name]. I'm confident that you'll excel in your new role as my assistant," he said, his voice oozing with charm.
He asked you to stay after class to discuss the details of your new position, his eyes lingering on you with a mixture of admiration and desire. You agreed, eager to learn more about your responsibilities and what was expected of you.
And the for weeks, you found yourself spending countless hours in Eli's office, assisting him with various tasks and projects. You helped him correct papers, activities, and tests, and worked closely with him to develop lesson plans. Every Monday to Wednesday, after all the classes, you would join him in his office, sometimes staying up late into the night to finish your work.
Despite the long hours and demanding workload, you enjoyed your time with Eli, his intellect and passion for his work were infectious. You began to admire his dedication to his students and his commitment to excellence, beginning to see that, although he didn't show it, he truly cared about whether or not his students were learning the material, and because of that you couldn't help but feel proud that You were chosen as his assistant, even though he's still an arrogant bastard.
But as the weeks passed, Eli's subtle attempts at seduction became more apparent. He would linger too long with a touch, stand too close when speaking to you, and shower you with praise and compliments. He tried to get you to open up to him, to let your guard down and see him as more than just a Professor and colleague.
However, despite his best efforts, you remained resolute in your boundaries. You appreciated his guidance and support, but you were not willing to compromise your principles for his desires. As attractive as he was, with those big, sturdy hands, that you may or may not have imagined what it would be like to have them touch you, caress you, trace patterns on your skin.... you pushed those thoughts away as you once again corrected the tests with Eli, late at night, in his office, trying to focus on the task at hand But a shiver ran down your spine when Eli whispered in your ear that you had corrected a wrong test.
"E-excuse me?" You stammered, your heart racing as Eli's body brushed against yours.
Eli smiled to himself, his voice low and enticing. "You marked question seven as incorrect, but the student in question answered correctly, the compound is actually Benzene."
You tried not to stutter as you realized your mistake, Eli's presence overwhelming you. His proximity, combined with the scent of his cologne, made it difficult to focus.
"I-I'm sorry," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
But before you could continue, Eli interrupted with a kiss on your neck, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. You tensed up, goosebumps rising on your skin as his lips grazed your sensitive flesh.
"Wh-what are you doing?" You gasped, you stood up and turned to him, shocked by his boldness.
But Eli silenced you with another kiss, this time capturing your lips in a heated embrace. Your initial instinct was to resist, to push him away and maintain your professionalism. But as his lips moved against yours with a passion you couldn't deny, you found yourself kissing him back, surrendering to the undeniable chemistry between you.
His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. All rational thought flew out the window as you lost yourself in the moment, the boundaries between mentor and mentee blurred by desire.
When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, Eli's gaze bore into yours with intensity. "I couldn't resist any longer," he confessed, his voice husky with desire. "I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you."
You searched his eyes for any sign of regret or hesitation, but all you found was a hunger mirrored in your own. Despite the moral implications and the potential consequences, you couldn't deny the undeniable pull you felt towards Michaelson.
And as Eli's hand trailed down your thigh, sending shivers down your spine, you tried to resist, telling him that it was wrong. "Doctor, this is... this is not right," you protested, your voice trembling with uncertainty.
But Eli brushed off your concerns with a dismissive smirk. "Darling, you're of legal age, and I'm a free man now," he retorted, his tone dripping with arrogance. "And besides, what's a little fun between consenting adults?"
Your heart sank as he mentioned his divorce, you read the news, of his wife and son fleeing with million dollars of his, and you realizing that his marital status was no longer a barrier in that you could use. Panic surged through you as you struggled to find another excuse, but before you could protest further, Eli pinned you against his desk, his hand sliding up your thigh.
You gasped as his touch sent electricity coursing through your veins, the heat between you intensifying with each passing moment. "Please..." you pleaded, your voice barely above a whisper.
But Eli silenced you with another searing kiss, his lips trailing down your neck as he whispered seductively in your ear. "I want you, darling. And I know you want me too," he murmured, his voice like velvet against your skin. "Let go of your inhibitions and give in to desire. It'll be worth it, I promise."
You hesitated, torn between the thrill of temptation and the fear of consequences. But as Eli's lips claimed yours once more, all rational thought melted away, replaced by a primal hunger for the man before you.
You surrendered to him completely, your hands clutching his shirt as he ravished you with his kisses. "Eli..." you gasped, your voice filled with need and desire.
But Eli silenced you with another kiss, his hands exploring every inch of your body with a hunger that matched your own. In that moment of heated passion, you abandoned all pretense of resistance, giving in to the intoxicating allure of forbidden desire.
As the lines between mentor and mentee blurred, you embraced the carnal pleasure that Eli offered, knowing full well the risks and consequences that awaited. But in that fleeting moment of ecstasy, all that mattered was the raw, primal connection between two souls consumed by desire.
As Eli put his hands under your skirt and grabbed the waistband of your panties, you allowed it, continuing to kiss him while Eli discarded your panties around. You felt a thrill shoot through you as his touch ignited a fire within, your desire mounting with each passing moment.
Breaking the kiss, Eli's voice was husky with desire as he whispered, "I want to taste you, darling." Without waiting for a response, he unceremoniously dropped to his knees while you were sitting on his desk with your legs spread.
You watched with bated breath as Eli kissed his way up your legs, his movements deliberate and tantalizing. With your skirt pulled up higher, you exposed yourself to him, feeling a rush of excitement at his hungry gaze.
Eli's words washed over you like a wave of desire as he admired your beauty, his voice low and filled with admiration. "You're more beautiful than I imagined," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "So sweet and delicious... I've been dreaming of this moment for so long."
You moaned softly as Eli's lips neared your center, anticipation coursing through you like electricity. His praise fueled your arousal, your body quivering with anticipation as he finally reached his destination.
Feeling his warm breath against your sensitive flesh, you couldn't help but shiver with anticipation. "Eli..." you whispered, your voice trembling with desire.
But Eli needed no further encouragement as he delved into his task with eager enthusiasm. His tongue traced patterns on your skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you with each tantalizing stroke.
You gasped and arched your back, unable to contain the pleasure that consumed you. "Oh god, Eli..." you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair as he worked his magic.
Eli's touch was electric, his movements expertly calculated to drive you wild with desire. As he explored every inch of your being with his tongue, you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and pleasure.
You gasped as Eli's thick fingers joined in exploring, and that made you close your legs for a moment around his head, suffocating him as you came in his mouth, grinding your hips against his mouth unconsciously.
When you finished and realized what you did, you quickly opened your legs and apologized to Eli, being embarrassed, but Eli seemed very pleased and arrogant. "Mmm, don't apologize, darling," he purred, his voice husky with desire. "You taste absolutely divine. I wouldn't mind if I died between your legs, suffocating on your sweetness. It's a good way to go."
You blushed furiously at his bold words, feeling a mix of arousal and embarrassment at his brazenness. "E-Eli, I..." you stuttered, struggling to find the right words.
But Eli simply smirked, his confidence unwavering as he reached for his wallet. "No need to be shy, my dear," he said, his tone laced with arrogance. "I liked it and that's what matters."
He took out a condom from his wallet, insisting on using it despite your protests that you were on birth control. "Safer, better safe than sorry," he declared, his voice leaving no room for argument before letting his pants fall around his ankles.
You watched with fascination as Eli unwrapped the condom, his movements deliberate and enticing. His thick member stood proudly before you, leaving you wondering if you would be able to handle it.
Eli seemed to notice your apprehension and reassured you with a smirk. "Don't worry, baby," he said, his voice dripping with confidence. "You might feel a little uncomfortable at first, but with time, you'll be begging for more."
As he positioned himself between your legs, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mingled with nervousness. "Eli, I..." you started, your voice trembling with anticipation.
But Eli silenced you with a kiss, his lips capturing yours in a heated embrace. "Trust me, darling," he murmured against your skin, his voice like velvet. "I'll take good care of you."
With that, he entered you slowly, his movements controlled and deliberate. You gasped as he filled you completely, a mixture of pleasure and pain washing over you in waves.
As Eli began to move, his pace steady and unhurried, you surrendered to the sensation, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. With each thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge of pleasure, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you whole.
You clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his skin as you rode the wave of passion together. "E-Eli," you moaned, your voice a breathless whisper.
But Eli only smiled, his eyes filled with a hunger that matched your own. "Let go, darling," he urged, his voice a seductive whisper. "Feel everything. Surrender to the pleasure."
And surrender you did, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and desire as Eli claimed you as his own. In that moment of raw, primal passion, there was no room for doubt or hesitation, only the intoxicating allure of forbidden desire.
He too lost himself in the sensation, his face contorting in pleasure. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he moaned, his voice husky with desire. "Even better than I imagined."
You whimpered as he pounded into you harder, the desk shaking beneath you as papers and pens scattered to the floor. You clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his skin as he claimed you as his own.
Eli's eyes fixated on your delicious pussy, his hunger palpable as he drove into you with reckless abandon. "You're mine now, darling," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "And I'm not letting you go."
He grabbed one of your legs, lifting it and placing it on his desk to get a better angle. With each thrust, he hit deeper, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you with each powerful stroke.
You moaned and whimpered, your body writhing beneath him as he claimed you as his own. "Oh, Eli," you gasped, your voice a breathless whisper.
But Eli only smirked, his movements relentless as he drove you closer to the edge of ecstasy. "That's it, baby," he purred, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Let me hear those sweet moans."
You complied, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure that escaped your lips with each thrust. "Mmm, oh god," you moaned, your voice a symphony of desire.
Eli's hands roamed your body, exploring every inch of your skin as he worshipped you with his touch. "You like that, don't you, baby?" he teased, his voice laced with arrogance.
You nodded eagerly, unable to form coherent words as pleasure consumed you. "Yes, oh yes," you whimpered, your voice a desperate plea.
Eli grinned triumphantly, his ego swelling with each moan of pleasure you uttered. "Good girl," he praised, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Just wait until I'm finished with you. You'll be begging for more."
With that, he redoubled his efforts, pounding into you with even more fervor as the desk shook beneath you. You clung to him desperately, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and desire as he claimed you as his own.
And as you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, you couldn't help but wonder how you had ended up in this situation. But in that moment, all that mattered was the intoxicating allure of forbidden desire and the man who had ignited it within you.
Eli kept his eyes fixed on your delicious pussy, with just a single tuft of soft, neatly trimmed hair above your clit that only captivated Eli even more. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin as he savored the sight before him.
But you reached out, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards lower so that he was practically lying on you. Your hesitation disappeared as you became more confident, emboldened by the overwhelming desire coursing through your veins.
Eli smirked, his ego swelling with pride at the transformation he had sparked within you. He relished in your newfound boldness, reveling in the way you praised him with dirty talk in his ear, calling him a Professor and acknowledging his skill in the bedroom.
"You fuck so well, Professor," you whispered, your voice husky with desire. "I would have never imagined that an arrogant bastard like you could fuck so damn well."
Eli laughed at your words, his confidence unwavering even in the throes of passion. But he couldn't help but issue a warning, his tone laced with a hint of danger.
"Careful, my dear," he purred, his voice low and enticing. "I may be your Professor, but I have a darker side. And once you've tasted it, there's no going back."
You shivered at his words, a thrill coursing through you at the thought of exploring Eli's darker desires. But you pushed aside your fears, eager to dive deeper into the unknown with the man who had ignited your passion.
As Eli continued to ravish you with his kisses and caresses, you found yourself lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy. The boundaries between mentor and mentee blurred as desire consumed you both, driving you to new heights of pleasure.
"Hmm, oh god," you moaned, your voice a breathless whisper as Eli's touch ignited a fire within you. "Fuck, Eli, yes..."
Eli grinned triumphantly, his ego soaring as he reveled in the sounds of pleasure escaping your lips. He took pleasure in pushing you to the edge of ecstasy, his movements deliberate and calculated to drive you wild with desire and it didn't take long for you to climax.
And as you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, you couldn't help but wonder what other forbidden pleasures awaited you in Eli's arms.
As Eli reached his climax, his body tensed with pleasure, and he released a guttural groan of satisfaction. "Oh, [Your Name]!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with ecstasy as he spilled into the condom.
He couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret as he watched his cum fill the condom, wishing he could see it running down your thighs instead. But he quickly pushed aside his desires, reminding himself that it was better to be safe than sorry.
As he remained on top of you for a few moments, catching his breath, he felt your hands on his chest under his shirt, the warmth of your touch sending shivers down his spine. "Who would have thought you were such a naughty little slut," he teased, his voice laced with amusement.
But as he pulled out of you and left you unceremoniously on the table, he noticed a change in your demeanor. The light in your eyes had dimmed, replaced by a look of realization and regret.
Eli watched as you hastily put on your discarded panties, your movements frantic as you tried to distance yourself from what had just happened. His heart sank as he realized the impact of his words, the weight of his actions crashing down on you like a tidal wave.
"Oh my god, what have I done?" you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper as you processed the reality of what had just transpired. "Fucking a Professor like a slut?"
Eli tried to call out to you, to apologize for his callousness and reassure you that everything would be alright. But before he could utter a word, you were gone, slamming the door behind you as you fled from his office.
He ran to the door, his heart racing as he hoped to catch a glimpse of you in the hallway. But to his dismay, all he saw was an empty corridor, devoid of any sign of your presence. "Damn Michaelson!" he cursed aloud, frustration boiling over as he slammed the door shut behind him.
Leaning against the door, Eli banged his head against the hard surface, berating himself for his recklessness. "What the fuck..." he muttered, his voice filled with self-loathing. He knew he had risked everything by giving in to his desires, and now he would have to work twice as hard to make amends.
With a heavy sigh, Eli straightened up and composed himself, steeling his resolve to win you back. He knew he couldn't let you slip through his fingers so easily, not when he had invested so much time and effort into seducing you.
But as he glanced around his office, the reality of his situation sank in. He would have to correct the rest of the tests alone, a tedious and time-consuming task that he had been hoping to avoid. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, frustration bubbling to the surface once again.
Eli sighed as he discarded the condom, he hated correcting tests with a passion, finding it to be a mind-numbingly dull chore. But even as he begrudgingly set to work, he couldn't help but smile arrogantly at the thought of having you exactly where he wanted you.
With each test he corrected, Eli's confidence grew, fueled by the knowledge that he had successfully seduced you once and could do it again. He relished in the power he held over you, the thrill of knowing that you were his to command.
As he worked tirelessly into the night, Eli made a vow to himself. Tomorrow, he would have you again, and this time, he wouldn't let you slip away so easily. Oh yes, you were his new pet now, and he would stop at nothing to make sure you stayed that way.
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Mattheo’s Gamble
Anguished by your tragic passing in the Second Wizarding War, Mattheo makes a bet with the Grim Reaper to get you back (features different AUs)
Mattheo Riddle x Reader
Official entry for @thatdammchickennugget's Hogmarch challenge, prompt 3.
Author's note: Steering off the prompt a bit as I have no idea how to write sports so here's another 'game' I thought of. I usually prefer writing full fics but this idea is so complex, enjoy this bite sized version instead.
✿ Masterlist | 677 words
♡ They had no right to take you away from him, Mattheo seethes as he strides into the Grim Reaper's lair.
♡ He had sacrificed way too much in the war only to lose what's most important to him in the end.
♡ Mattheo pleads his case, the Grim Reaper has to revive you. You are meant to be together in every single lifetime, losing you in this one is a mistake. It was never meant to happen.
♡ Mattheo doesn't actually know if it's true, but he is desperate.
♡ The Grim Reaper agrees to his request, if he wins a wager. He and Mattheo will visit three different lifetimes to test his theory. If proven correct that you always end up together across different lives, Grim Reaper is ready to correct the mistake and revive you fully, as if you never left at all.
♡ But if Mattheo is wrong, he would have to spend a hundred years in damnation. Mattheo believes he has nothing left to lose so he agrees to the wager with no hesitation.
Ancient Egypt AU
⛺︎ In the first lifetime Mattheo and the Grim Reaper visit, you are the pharaoh's daughter, beloved by all people.
⛺︎ Mattheo is the high court magician, highly favored by your father.
⛺︎ You and Mattheo grew up together and eventually become lovers. Your father would not approve if he found out so you keep it a secret.
⛺︎ Meanwhile, your father is arranging a strategic marriage for you.
1800s AU
☾ You and Mattheo meet while taking an extended vacation with your family. He’s staying in the same hotel as you and you become fast friends.
☾ It doesn't take long for the two of you to fall in love and promise to write each other letters to stay in touch.
☾ After your departure, you send him a letter but never hear from him again, thinking he has moved on.
☾ Forty years later, a mailman takes his last shift before retirement. While clearing an old pile of mail, he finds your letter wedged in between cabinets. Mattheo never received your letter.
☾ The mailman takes it upon himself to track down Mattheo to deliver your letter, his first adventure after retiring.
Mafia AU
⭐︎ The final life Mattheo and the Grim Reaper visit. You and Mattheo come from two warring gangs. He's one of the leaders of his gang, whereas your father is the leader in their rival gang.
⭐︎ To keep you safe, your father hid his world away from you and the mafia doesn’t know much about your existence either.
⭐︎ One day, your father disappears. To investigate his whereabouts, you go undercover in the rival gang to gather intel. They assign you to the subgroup that Mattheo leads.
Between the Grim Reaper and Mattheo
♡ The Grim Reaper reveals he chose the hardest timelines for you and Mattheo to end up together. During their journey across the different AUs, the Grim Reaper throws in more obstacles on your path.
♡ "Filthy cheater," Mattheo accuses the Grim Reaper.
♡ "Did you think I was going to go easy on you?" he replies with a cold smile. "I thought you were so sure about this little connection of yours.”
♡ Mattheo grits his teeth but says nothing further.
♡ In the end, you make your relationship work and end up together every single lifetime, against all odds. Thus proving that love is its own kind of magic. And oh, it is one of the most powerful.
♡ The Grim Reaper is amused by the whole wager and holds up his end of the bargain by reuniting you back with Mattheo.
♡ "How?" you ask, looking into Mattheo's eyes once you get a moment to catch your breath from all the happy tears and the vice grip of his embrace.
♡ "Would you believe me if I told you it was the power of love?" he asks.
♡ You laugh, "who are you and what have you done with my Mattheo?"
♡ "I'm right here love and you're here," he says, pulling you back into another hug, savoring the moment. Just as it was always meant to be, he thinks.
Cue Taylor Swift's Timeless: 'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this so, even in a different life, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless.
✿ Masterlist
A/N: Changed the name to the Grim Reaper bc tumblr shadowbanned the original name starting with D.
Inspired by: The (Unalived) Hallows, Cloud Atlas, Doctor Who, Letters to Juliet, reading the Akashic Records.
#I'm such a hopeless romantic#hogmarch challenge#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle imagine#mattheo riddle x you#mattheo x you#Mattheo Riddle#modern au#amongemeraldcloudswrites
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Dont tempt me| NSFW
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Authors note~ here’s some content for my lovely lady lesso. This could be absolutely poor quality as I'm exhausted and it will not be proof read so I apologise for any mistake but they are all mine :)*
Trigger warnings ~ dom/sub begging fingering oral overstimulation accidental mommy kink praise kink degrading kink
Prompt~ "fuck you" ... "would you?"
Since the merger of the school for good and the school for evil, the environment has been reflecting the mood swings of a teenager. Good and evil now learning to co-exist and lean on each other. Baby steps of course. That's where you come in. You were hired to teach literature for both Evers and Nevers. One of the first teachers to have a mixed class. Yet you were thriving. Your students seemed to bond well with you, rather engaging in the lessons as you tried to cater to everyone's interests while sticking to the curriculum. It was truly magical to see the students slowly but surely not want to kill each other. You hadn't been brave enough to assign any mixed group work projects yet tho. That for sure would cause bloodshed, not particularly something you wanted to deal with in your first semester.
With the Evers, professor Dovey stood with them. Her beauty and pristine gracefulness shone through her joyous personality. Truly a joy to be around. Should anyone ever need cheering up, you'd definitely send them to Dovey. Clarissa Dovey, Dean for good used her powers to comfort struggling students the most. Instantly you could spot how certain students would seek her out in a room. She made them feel safe. A smile and a hug could go a long way.
Then there's her counterpart, Lady Leonora Lesso, Dean of evil. Now imagine the complete opposite of Dovey. Yep that's her. Quite a complex human. That's what drew you in if your truly honest. She's so guarded, you just want to know more. Often you could find her staking the halls like a fox hunting it's prey. Despite the merger, students still feared her. You'd heard stories of a doom room. One with some rather interesting attributes. Although probably not the desired effect of the room, you ached to visit, to just experience it one time. Two consenting adults could have so much fun in there. The thought causing a flush to adorn your cheeks. She was a coworker for heavens sake. The thoughts of becoming Lesso's prey only grew with time. Little did you know, you were quite the curious creature to the red head. She longed to clip your innocent white wings, and watch you fall under her spell. This is what leads you to the current moment.
The past few weeks had become some what of a game between you and the dean of evil. It all started when she interrupted a lesson of yours as you were teaching one of your favourite Shakespearean plays. Macbeth. The particular passage where you were asking your class to asses her body language and what that implied. Lesso smirked and offered to give a real demonstration for the students. "After all some students learn visually isn't that right Miss y/l/n"
She revealed in your reaction, immediately starting the cat and mouse game. Or rather the fox and her dove. Pay back had been sweet, of course you had to be mad to challenge Leonora but still you did so anyway. This is exactly what lead you to her office after hours. You should be marking your students essays on Lady Macbeth however, a black raven swooped in, narrowly missing your head while dropping a piece of parchment before leaving again. You carefully untied the bow and instantly recognised the neat cursive penmanship.
Does my dove give up? I've been eagerly awaiting your next move. I expected more of you y/n. At least give me a challenge.
The fox.
As you read you could practically see her lips curling up into her famous smirk. She signed it as the name you'd accidentally given her. In a lesson you had with first years you we're discussing a descriptive words to describe a fox. Only when a few students began to give answers such as "sly" "sneaky" "feisty" "stealthy" did one student stutter "lesso." You couldn't help but agree. She did rather match the description so you wrote it with the rest. At that moment you heard a chuckle. The fox herself stood in your doorway. "Miss y/l/n, you think I'm a fox? Then what are you? The innocent dove?" She taunted you watching the blush appear that you desperately tried to fight off. "Lesso, how lovely of you to join us. Did you need something?" You deadpanned hoping to avoid the feelings stirring in you at the pet names.
You definitely had feelings for the women. But she was infuriatingly untouchable. No matter your best attempts you couldn't achieve the level of flustering her that she did on you. Which is why you decided to get brave. Parchment in hand you stormed your way down to Lesso's office. Anxiety rolling off you in waves at your plan. You were most definitely going to get killed. But death by her stunning hands? Well worth it.
When you arrived at her door you bypassed knocking and just waltzed in. The women sitting at her desk busily working away. She didn't even spare you a glance as you entered. "Now dove what are you doing in here?" She mumbled seemingly very uninterested in your presence. Her eyes never stopped scanning her work and he quill scribbling down words in her beautiful cursive penmanship.
"What is this game lesso? Is it anything to you? Just fun. Why do you keep messing with me during my lesson times. What was with the raven? Miss me that much huh" you were spiralling, desperate for some kind of reaction. "Maybe I'm making you wait fox maybe I'm busy" you finished eyes blaring with determination.
"Miss y/n I'm rather busy-" she tried only to be cut off by you approaching her and crushing your lips to hers in a bruising kiss. Waiting for the moment she was desperate for more. Only then to pull back and completely remove yourself from her. "Oh such a desperate fox" you taunted her watching the frustration and desire fight for control.
"Fuck you dove!" She all but growled at you her breathing heavy.
"Would you?" You retorted unsure where this brass neck of confidence came from. Her eyes darkened in response as she leapt up and stalked towards you. Instinctively you moved backwards until you were pressed between the wall and the fox. Her grin almost sadistic, eyes black with desire. A embarrassing squeak drew from your body as she roughly claimed your lips as hers. Teeth sinking into your bottom lip. The cooper taste mixed with the taste of her causing a low whine to leave you.
Pulling away to gain air, she kissed nipped and sucked all over your neck. The dark purple blemishes already showing. All you could do is whine and whimper at the sensations and desperately pray your legs would hold you up. "Some innocent dove you are" she sneered after a particularly low whine left you as she nipped your pulse point, "such a response slut for me hmm" she all but cooed.
"Please" you begged not knowing if she'd comply. Completely at her mercy was not what you had planned for the night. With that you were lifted into her arms and carried to her bed. Immediately her hands working to rid you of your dress. Desperate for more skin to explore. Months of pent up desire finally coming to head. She moaned out in approval once you were stripped bare and laid out for her. Her hands trailing all over your skin. Feather light and teasing. Hickeys now adorned your neck and the tops of your breasts. Her mouth creating more bruising while her fingers stroking your breast with one had and pinching the bud with the other. Moans were flowing more freely now. But as nice as it was, it wasn't enough. Your hips jerked up in a silent plea. This was torture. You needed her. And now.
However your plea was ignored, simply moving her hand to pin your hips to the bed. You whined in response to her denial of your unasked question. "Now now dove, be a good girl and you'll get what you want. You want me to touch you hmm?" She husked out still completely enthralled with brushing your pale skin. All you could do is nod and try to be patience.
"If you want me to make touch you then I need words my slut" she purred loving how you were responding to her. Who would've knew you would be like this? Some meek little English teacher, not an ever, but not a never but a secret little minx. That fact only adding to the attraction and infatuation lesso has with you.
"Please, please Nora I -" a moan broke your sentence off as she immediately moved her hands to your soaked folds just teasing never fully giving you anything. "Nora?" The smirk on her lips showing you she liked the nickname. "I wonder how many times you've screamed that with your own fingers between your legs wishing they were mine." She mused out loud before bringing her lips to taste you. Your aching core was dripping and the taste absolutely Devine. Her self control dwindled as she lapped you up like fine wine.
Your orgasm building faster than normal, you were no use anymore. All you could focus on his the pleasure the fox was giving. Feasting on you like there was no tomorrow. Your bundle of nerves reviving the attention it craved. "Please please fuck please I need" you whimpered as you teetered on the edge of pleasure.
"You may dove. That's my good girl hmm. Such a good slut" and with those words she continued eating you like there was no tomorrow. Lapping up every drop of your essence as you tumbled off the edge and into the pools of pleasure. A whine of surprise left you as you realised Lesso wasn't done with you. Her mouth still working diligently between your soaked thighs.
"Fox i fuck what?" Your train of thought completely lost as two fingers were thrusted into your core. Immediately your walls reacting to squeeze the life from them. Fuck this women was going to kill you. She set her own brutal pace as she finger fucked you soaking in every delicious sound you made. Watching as you screwed your eyes shut and flung your head back in pleasure. The whimpers were nearly constant now. All you could do is lay there and mewl at her administrations like a cat in heat.
"Oh fuck mommy!" You all but screamed as another gush of white hot pleasure tore through you. How many orgasms had you had now? Honestly you'd lost count, all you knew was your body called for her. You didn't even know what you said until you felt her withdraw the fingers that has been bringing you pleasure. "Mommy? Oh what a little minx you are young one" she teased as you stumbled over an apology. Why did you say that. God but it had felt so good.
"No no dove don't say sorry I like it."she reassured before going back to business. Her touch was killing you. It was all too much now. You're tired battered body couldn't handle another orgasm but lesso seemed sure on forcing another. She'd rip it from your body despite the fact your exhausted. She wanted one so she'd get one. "Mommy! Please I can't! N-no m-more " you whined. Feeling the familiar feeling of the edge once more.
"You can and you will pretty girl. I want you to cum for me" and with that you tumbled over the edge with a scream of pleasure "mommy! Oh fuck god I"
The room feel silent oddly quick besides the unstable breathing from you both. Did you just? A quick peak confirmed it. You'd passed out. She'd fucked you so well your body physically couldn't handle it and shut down. The fact filling her with an unmatched sense of pride. Quickly but gently, Leonora set to work cleaning you up, carful knowing you would be sore before shifting you into her bed and wrapped the covers over you. Despite not actually being pleasured that was something that Lesso would treasure forever. In fact she wanted more. You were hers now. Her dove and she your fox.
Word count ~ 2118
*Authors note~ I haven’t wrote for lady lesso before but I’m obsessed with her character so I may write some more for her*
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Dried Tears
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Jason Todd x GN!Reader
Summary: Jason makes you cry.
Type: Angst
Masterlist
Word Count: 900+
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Jason Todd stood in the dimly lit room, his gaze fixed on the person who sat across from him. They had been engaged in a heated argument, words flying like daggers between them. Emotions ran high, tensions mounting with each passing second.
It wasn't Jason's intention to make them cry. In fact, he despised the thought of causing them pain. But in the heat of the moment, his anger and frustration got the best of him, and his words cut deeper than he had anticipated.
As the argument reached its peak, a single tear trickled down their cheek, their eyes glistening with hurt and sadness. It was a sight that struck Jason like a lightning bolt, instantly shattering his anger and replacing it with an overwhelming sense of regret.
Time seemed to stand still as Jason witnessed the impact of his words on them. His heart sank, guilt washing over him like a tidal wave. He had always prided himself on being protective, caring, and understanding. But in that moment, he had failed.
Without a second thought, Jason closed the distance between them, dropping to his knees in front of them. He reached out, gently wiping away the tear that stained their face, his touch filled with tenderness and remorse.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice laced with genuine regret. "I never meant to hurt you. I let my anger get the best of me, and I crossed a line. Please forgive me."
They looked into Jason's eyes, their expression a mix of vulnerability and uncertainty. They could see the sincerity in his gaze, the raw remorse etched on his face. They knew that Jason was flawed, like everyone else, but they also saw the goodness within him.
Tentatively, they nodded, their voice barely above a whisper. "I... I forgive you, Jason. But please, remember that words can leave lasting wounds."
Jason nodded, his grip tightening ever so slightly on their hand. "I promise," he said, his voice filled with determination. "I'll learn from this. I never want to see you hurt like this again."
From that moment on, Jason made a vow to himself to be more mindful of his words and actions. He understood that his temper could be a double-edged sword, capable of both protecting and hurting those he cared about. He was determined to harness his emotions in a way that would uplift and support them, rather than tear them down.
In the days and weeks that followed, Jason worked hard to mend the wounds he had unintentionally inflicted. He showered them with acts of kindness, love, and understanding. He listened to their fears, their insecurities, and their dreams, offering a steady presence and unwavering support.
Slowly but surely, their tears began to dry, replaced by smiles, laughter, and a renewed sense of trust. Their bond grew stronger, forged in the fire of their shared experiences and the lessons learned from their darkest moment.
Together, they navigated the complexities of their relationship, learning to communicate openly and honestly, embracing both the joys and the challenges that came their way. And through it all, Jason remained steadfast in his commitment to never make them cry again, cherishing their love and vowing to protect their heart at all costs.
"Jason, I... I can't believe you said those things," they choked out, their voice trembling with a mix of hurt and anger.
"I know, and I deeply regret it. I can't apologize enough," Jason replied, his voice filled with remorse. "I never wanted to see you in pain, especially not because of me."
"But why, Jason? Why did you let your anger consume you like that?" they asked, their voice filled with confusion.
"I wish I had an excuse, but the truth is, I lost control. I let my frustrations cloud my judgment, and I lashed out at you," Jason admitted, his voice heavy with guilt. "I'm working on my temper, but I have no excuse for what I said."
"I thought you understood me, Jason. I thought you knew how much your words could hurt," they said, their voice tinged with disappointment.
"You're right, and that's what makes this even worse. I should have known better, and I failed you," Jason replied, his voice strained with emotion. "I promise, from this moment on, I'll do everything in my power to make it up to you."
"But can I trust you, Jason? Can I trust that this won't happen again?" they asked, their vulnerability evident in their voice.
"I understand your doubts, and all I can do is show you through my actions. I'll prove to you that I'm capable of change," Jason declared, determination seeping into his words. "I love you, and I never want to see you hurt. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust."
Silence hung in the air for a moment as they contemplated his words. They looked into Jason's eyes, searching for sincerity, for a glimmer of hope. Slowly, they nodded, their voice softening.
"I want to believe you, Jason. I want to give us another chance," they said, their voice filled with cautious optimism. "But know that trust takes time to rebuild."
"I understand, and I'm willing to put in the effort," Jason affirmed, gratitude lacing his words. "Thank you for giving me another chance. I won't let you down."
And so, their journey towards healing and rebuilding began, one conversation at a time. Jason was determined to prove himself, to become a better person for them. Through open dialogue, sincere apologies, and a commitment to growth, they started the process of healing their wounded hearts and rekindling the love that had brought them together.
#Jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#red hood x you#jason todd x y/n#jason todd imagines#jason todd#red hood#red hood x reader#red hood x y/n#red hood imagines#dc#dc imagines#dc universe#robin x reader
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Torched
FitMC fic bc March is hard
TW: mentions of a past with thoughts of cannibalism,
Hollowed out. That's what Fit would say to someone who asked him how he was doing. Hollowed out, just like this damn cave.
No weapons, no food, not enough strength. The thought of getting up felt like a trial and a half against his still buzzing brain. The only thing that's tempting him to do so is the darkened but still bright sky overhead and the pain he feels in the pit of his stomach. He should have told him when he had the chance. At least write it down in that damn book.
"Stupid." The reverberations of his voice and the words against his lips remind him where he is. It's been a year since he's been like this. Oh, have the mighty have fallen. What would Ramon think if he saw you like this, huh? “What about Pac?”
A voice, warm, soft, familiar asked. From where, Fit couldn't tell. But in an otherwise muted world, Fit heard it. He swallows, the dryness of his throat becoming more aware to him. "I'm sorry I can't make myself known. I would love to show myself to you," He takes a breath. He didn't think going insane was such a plunge. Weren't there stages to losing your mind?
"But there are matters that are... just as concerning as yours, warrior." Fit glances at the corpses. It's been two days since he'd been shoved here and the thought has turned into a temptation now. Who are you? He challenges, biting his lip to the point of drawing blood. He hasn't done that in a long time. "Do not worry, you are good friends with my champion. I am only here to help." Although the warmth of her voice served as a comfort, the complexities of what she just rang through his soul. He raised a brow. Okay, let's try this again,
Fit takes another look before trying to move his legs. First the right, then the left. But when he tried to straighten out the left, a shot of pain courses through his ankle and up his calf. A scream brakes him from his determination. Tears of pain welled, but he knew he had to do this. "Warrior-" Shut the fuck up! Just give me a minute! An irritated sigh followed but Fit paid it no mind as he bunched some of his shirt into his mouth and continued in his plan. He was going to stand even if it killed him.
It took a few minutes, a few agonizingly painful moments full of words he would never say to anyone else, but he got to where he was satisfied. Leaning against the stone wall that made up the cave he fell into. "Okay- okay,..." He mumbled, breath ragged against the adrenaline. Who are you and what do you mean by champion?
"I am Rose, I can not show myself as the majority of my power dedicated to protecting someone right now. Someone you hold dearly." Fit took a sharp breath at that. Let me guess, "Philza, yes." His eyes narrowed, pupils dilated with rage. Now you're protecting him? What the hell happened to him?! Fit needed to tell Phil that he made his god gasp although, maybe the context can be left out. "I was not the entity that corrupted his mind with greed! I would never!" Sure, and I would never eat avocado toast like a millennial. I'd never thought I'd take up cannibalism after leaving the wastes but here I am, moral dilemma McGee- intermixed his rambling, on a spare patch of dirt that found itself nestled in between the stone, a dandelion grew. Fit barely saw it happen. It was just in his periphery, but damn did he see it. "What-"
"You are hungry are you not? Trust me and I can help you." Fit glances between the dandelion, the corpses, and the sky a few times. The voices in his head have been silent for a while. And sure, they aren't the most reliable things. But, this... lady, even if this is all disillusion right now, it's nice to have company at least. Fit rolled his eyes and picked the flower, popping it into his mouth. The warm voice laughed. "That's a new one."
You're name is Rose right? "Indeed."
And Phil trusts you? "With his flegdlings." Fit's eyes go a little wide at that. "Damn with his kids too?" he mumbled. "Alongside himself and his partner, of course." He smiles slightly at that. Well, it'd be nice to have company again. "Good, I suggest you rest, warrior. Tomorrow is going to be hard." Fit's stomach rumbled again, this time with enough resolve to make him wince. Uh.. can I- Not even a second later, a vine grows from the cracks of the stone, followed by another and another. The next thing Fit knows, there are over a dozen vines forcing a hole through the wall until they suddenly stop. Fit looks into it and notices that it is right next to a chest. He hesitates but sticks his arm through and opens it. When he reaches inside it's met with warmth. Something warm but solid. Soft but firm? "What the-" He pulls his arm back and in his hand is a loaf of bread, one that looks to be fresh from the oven.
For the first time since he got here, he smiles. If he could he would jump for joy right now. Thank you, Rose! A chuckle follows.
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Good Omens Fic Rec: It Was Always You
A chance encounter during one of the worst times of Ezra Fell’s life reunites him with his once best friend and the one who got away. Though, that would imply he ever had him in the first place.
Anthony Crowley and his son, Warlock, relocate to the quieter city of Tadfield from that of London. In the process, manages to find again that one person who always made him feel less alone, the one person he was pretty sure he was never going to speak to again.
But the road to true love never did run smooth (something that’s been true from their very beginning). Despite the easy way they fall back into each other, their lives don't seem to follow suit, and if it's not one challenge its another. But despite everything they find themselves facing down, the ten years without each other taught them one thing: they’re better together than they are apart.
Length: 236,585 words
AO3 Rating: Teen and Up
Best for: Safe in Public, Taking Breaks, Human AU, Slow Burn, Romance, Fluff, Pick-me-up
Triggers: None
Read it here, fic by mltrefry
*Minor Spoilers* Strap in, because this is going to be a long rec post. This story hit pretty much all my personal buttons on the parent AU side, so I knew it would end up being a favorite of mine. But then, to combine it with such a rich and wonderful story of how Crowley and Ezra grew up together as best friends? It felt tailor-made for me.
Let's start with the present. Crowley is the father of five-year-old Warlock, owns a very successful flower shop, and has moved to Tadfield to be closer to that branch of the business. Ezra has just lost his sister Eliza and is now the guardian to his nephew Adam. Both men are content with their lives, but the memory of their fallout plagues them both. In the past, we follow their entire history—from their first meeting, to new boyfriends, supporting each other through hard times, and the unbearable pain of their unspoken mutual pining.
I loved everything about this story. As parents, they're both amazing. They love being dads, they never see their sons as a burden, and I'm so thankful that this story doesn't cause any unnecessary angst for them in this aspect. Their family is built on love, safety, and trust. I adored the boys, their new routines, and their entire extended family of side characters.
I was fascinated by their past relationships. Every person each of them dated was such a complex and interesting side character. I appreciated how even when a partner is flawed, they're not portrayed as evil—especially Gabriel. Yes, he's an asshole, and he can't take no for an answer, but he's not evil. He does nothing to purposely sabotage Ezra's happiness, which was something I was honestly expecting a bit. The character of Oscar here was a particular standout for me. I also loved how the red string of fate kept connecting them in ways I don't think they'll ever realize. Which is lovely, but also a little silly in that it almost feels like there's only like 8 queer men in all of Britain. But each relationship taught them more about life and themselves, and yes, maybe it would have been easier for them if they confessed their love earlier in their lives. However, that wasn't meant to be; they came together at exactly the right point in their lives. They were meant to have this wonderful family together.
And watching them grow up together? I was glued to every moment. Their family lives were unique and complex. Completely original to this story, which sometimes can feel too removed from canon. But it didn't feel that way to me ever. Or if it ever did, it wasn't a negative. I don't believe this is the kind of story you could scrub out the Good Omens and repackage it as any other couple. Even though technically it should be easy to do with this set up. There isn't that much Good Omens canon in it, but still, this just feels like Crowley and Aziraphale despite how much of an AU it is.
Ok, I gotta stop before this becomes even longer, there are SO MANY plot points I could talk about. But seriously, if you love parent stories or stories of them being friends as kids, this is a must-read. It's satisfyingly long, but also so effortless that you will spend hours in this world, and it'll feel like seconds. The writing is excellent, so detailed that you'll feel like you're actually there, but never gets bogged down in itself. This is now a forever favorite of mine!
Read it here, fic by mltrefry
#good omens#good omens fanfiction#good omens fanfic#fanfic rec#aziracrow#good omens fic rec#aziraphale x crowley#It Was Always You#mltrefry#Safe in public#no spice#parent au#parent#human au#teacher au#flower shop au#plants au#slow burn#romance#wedding#taking breaks#fluff#pick me up#past partner#extra long#faves of the blog
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A FRUITFUL MINISTRY 3
"YOU did not choose Me, but I CHOSE you and APPOINTED you that you should GO AND BEAR FRUIT, And that your FRUIT SHOULD REMAIN, that whatever you ask the Father in My name He may give you."
John 15:16 (NKJV)
* The Increase or the explosion comes when you are faithful and Obedient, in the work or assignment given you by God.
- When God instructed you to move from one place to another, you need to get it clearly, be sure of what you have received or heard, before you move.
- At times, you might think you have received or heard from God, to lunch out and do a particular thing, while you had not, you only heard yourself.
- At times, when you lack resources, money, and non-availability of Men or labourers, and some other intricacies or complexities; It could be a way which God has chosen to communicate His Will or Mind to you, telling you that It is yet Time, not the right Time, for the thing you wanted to do (Numbers 9:18-23).
- In some instances, some of the visions, or the instructions received, are not for the moment, but for the time to come.
- Whilst some visions which you claimed you had received from God, are the wishes of your heart, thinking they were visions or instructions from God (Acts 16:6,7).
- That being said, It does not mean that you are out of God's Will whenever you have a challenge—one problem or another. The fact that, what you are doing was instructed by God, does not mean there would be no opposition.
- Every vision, or a bid to do God's Will, or Obedience to the instruction given by God; would attract opposition, challenges and obstacles, but you will overcome If you were genuinely sent by God.
- Apostle Paul and his team were Divinely led to Macedonia, but they were arrested and jailed after an exploit in the Ministry work. When a demon was driven out of a girl with the spirit of divination (Acts 16:16-24).
* In the Ministry, there usually be a time or season of isolation, hardship, or trial; a time when you are kept in a place, to try or test your heart, in order to know the motivation behind whatever you are doing or wanted to do—for God.
- It is the time and season of circumcision; a time to circumcise your heart (Romans 2:29; Philippians 3:3).
- If you did go out to announce yourself before your time, the prince of the Air (Ephesians 2:1), the devil, could rise to attack and destroy the person of you and the work of Ministry you do (Luke 1:80).
- There is always a time to be prepared or made ready for whatever assignment you claimed to have been given by God:
"JOHN grew up and became strong in spirit. And HE LIVED IN THE WILDERNESS UNTIL HE BEGAN HIS PUBLIC MINISTRY TO ISRAEL" (Luke 1:80 NLT).
1 THEN Jesus, being filled with the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and WAS LED BY THE SPIRIT INTO THE WILDERNESS, 2 BEING TEMPTED for FORTY DAYS by the DEVIL. AND IN THOSE DAYS HE ATE NOTHING, and afterward, when they had ended, He was hungry. 14 THEN JESUS RETURNED IN THE POWER OF THE SPIRIT TO GALILEE, AND NEWS OF HIM WENT OUT THROUGH ALL THE SURROUNDING REGION."
Luke 4:1,2,14 (NKJV)
- In some cases, If God wanted to start a new thing in your life or Ministry. That is, If He wanted to move you to the next level, the next phase of your Ministry or work, He would call you aside and may ask you to stop some things which you are doing at the time.
a. It could be that you need to stop some Programmes, or start some new ones, change the location of your work or Ministry, or whatever.
b. And if you were neck-deep in the work, in which God found it difficult to get your attention to communicate His mind, the new development, to you.
HE might permit a turbulent or a problem in the work or Ministry, or in your personal life.
WHEN you come to Him, in order to get or receive solutions to the turbulence, He would get or pass the message across to you—He would let you know whatever He wanted you to know.
- Know that God is a moving God, and He is not stagnant.
- What is being shared here, always occurred after you had waited and stayed with Him, and had allowed Him to have His Way in your life and Ministry.
- If you had not pass the test of the season of isolation, or hardship, God might not move you up—to the next level, or the level of being known, or having abundant Increase or fruitfulness.
- In other words, God would not announce you, If you had not passed the test, of waiting for the appointed Time.
* AND the child GREW, and WAXED STRONG in SPIRIT, AND was in the DESERTS till The DAY OF HIS SHOWING unto ISRAEL."
Luke 1:80 (American Standard Version)
- This section of the teaching is fully Expanded in another article of ours.
- Note:
a. And the Child grew.
b. Waxed strong in spirit.
c. Was in the deserts.
d. Waiting till the Day of his showing or Manifestation unto Israel.
- Every Minister would pass through this process for Manifestation.
- The truth is:
a. There is a Time to grow in the knowledge of the Word of God.
GOD would take you through challenges of life in the Ministry work that you might be strong.
b. There is a Time to wax strong in the spirit. God would train you in the spiritual warfare and how to depend on the leading of the Holy Spirit (Judges 3:1,2).
c. The time to be in the deserts. This could be a time when you find yourself in the desert of finances, basic needs of life, or the desert of lacking in getting faithful companions—those to work with you for the Fulfilment of the Vision, and whatever.
d. The day of showing or Manifestation to the people. This is the time when your Ministry or work is being announced and the doors are being opened for you, either to spread your work, If it is church based work, or being invited to minister in other places; towns, cities, and Nations, which your work has never been to before.
- God determines the time of showing, Manifestation, of every individual Minister and their Ministries.
a. It is usually based on the cooperation and the yielding of the Minister in question, how he or she handled what they were allowed to pass through—when such was in the wilderness or deserts.
b. This time of showing or Manifestation is usually determined by the magnitude or enormity of the assignment which God has for the person.
* Listen, If you did announce yourself before your time, you might go into the oblivion. You become a nobody!
- Many Ministers who failed to pass the test of staying in the deserts, would always find themselves being driven to the deserts or wilderness, at one time or the other, in their Ministry life and journey.
- Such might never come to a place of rest and prominence. This could be the reasons why some Ministers have been on the same spot for many years.
* You will not miss it in Jesus' name.
- Whatever is contrary to your health is rebuked in Jesus' name.
- You shall live in perfect health all the days of your life in Jesus' name.
#christianity#gospel#christian living#christian blog#the bible#devotion#jesus#faith#my writing#prayer
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20 Questions For Writers
Yay, thank's for the tag @sinvulkt! I've seen this going round and been hoping to participate.
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
21
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
81,221 words! That's basically a novel, although split out across many shorter works.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Almost all my works are Star Wars (Luke & Vader or occasionally prequals Anakin), then DC (Superman). I only have one fic about Superman posted, but I do have quite a few drafts about him.
I also try to write origional works, but I find it a lot harder to create something I feel is as compelling without having 'the iceberg of canon' beneath it. (Granted I've made a lot of progress on trying to write origional works since I started writing fanfic.)
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
Operation CHEER LUKE UP AFTER BESPIN (Star Wars OT)
282 kudos
This was the first fic I ever posted. I do want to finish this one, but I'm currently facing a challenging plothole, so I keep waiting till I've finished up whatever other WIP I'm working on, and then after finishing a WIP I want a break before coming back to writing a fic again, except that after a break I come up with another WIP idea…
2. Whose Propaganda is it Anyway? (Star Wars OT)
134 kudos
I'm surprised this beat Mistaken Son-dentity, given that it gets quite serious toward the end. But rereading it again I forgot how fun the first part was, and the way the first line eches the last.
3. Mistaken Son-dentity (Star Wars OT)
120 kudos
I love the crack in this one, I often think back on it if I need a way to cheer myself up but don't have access to my Ao3 bookmarks (given that I wrote it it's much easier to play in my head).
4. Skeptics of the Force (Star Wars OT)
119 kudos
I'm very proud of this one. It's the longest thing I've ever finished, and it grew from what I thought would be 7,000 words to 36,000 words. I edit very slowly so that was a Marathon! The plot and foreshadowing was very complex, so by the end it I was playing whack-a-mole with all the inconsistencies.
5. Hide (Star Wars OT)
111 kudos
I'm surprised this one was so well loved, it's very short and I was hesitant to post it because it felt a bit unfinished and like just the start of something. So I'm glad I did!
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes, occasionally I miss some but in general I try to keep up with them. If someone gives me unsolicited constructive critisim I generally don't reply, but I'm reluctant to delete their comment.
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Hmm. So there are several top contenders:
Initially I thought The Haunting of Order-66 might be it, but then I realised that while that was one of the angster ones, it actually had quite a hopeful ending.
Alone is sad, but I don't quite feel it has the gut punch to be the top contender.
Ghost is also pretty up there, but I'd say the ending leans more into horror than 'angst'.
The above two lean into 'not getting there in time', but I think the betrayal in 'Can't Go Home' elevates the angst to another level. (I double-checked The Right Hand of Justice because it Very Much explores betrayal, but the acceptance and teeny tiny thread of hope laced into the end knocks it from first place.)
So Can't Go Home is the winner!
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Hmm. I think Rivers of Lava, Rivers of Life has a beautiful ending.
8. Do you get hate on your fic?
There's a lot of imaginary hate in my head when I'm working through those last few edits before I post something 😅. Occasionally people have said they didn't like some of the ways my characters behaved, but I think it's mostly just being annoyed at them, not at the fic.
9. Do you write smut?
I don't have any posted, but there is some in my drafts. If I edited some I'm not sure if I'd post it under this account or make another I keep separate.
10. Do you write crossovers?
Sort of. I stumbled across the song 'I Know Those Eyes/This Man is Dead' (from The Count of Monte Cristo musical) and instantly went 'This has EPIC Vader/Padme reunion vibes. I promptly went and wrote a fic based on those vibes alone, and then after I finished I watched a film adaptation and read the book so I finally knew what was going on (because I knew if I looked up what was happening before I wrote the fic my perfectionism would get in the way and I'd never end up writing it).
Now, after reading the giant tome that was The Count of Monte Cristo I have an idea for a more accurate crossover called 'The Sith of Monte Cristo,' but (as I predicted) I feel too overwhelmed to write that one.
In addition, when I read Hamlet last year for the first time in my life, I was entranced and sketched out a Luke!Hamlet AU, but I also feel like that might be quite a bit of work so I haven't been motivated enough to write that either.
Finally, The Right Hand of Justice technically falls into the crossover category on Ao3, but it doesn't feel like a myth retelling makes sense to label a 'Crossover'.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
If Ao3 ever been scraped as a dataset into a Large-Language-Model.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not yet, I can only speak one language. Feel free to offer if you'd like to translate one of mine, though!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic?
Not yet!
14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?
Um, does 'Superman/anyone' count? I love Clois, but sometimes I wish there were more AUs so it wasn't just Superman/Reporter all the time. I also love a good Clex, the enimies-to-lovers angst is delicious. I am super down for Superbat - it has the double the Identity Shennagins from Clois with a light dose of the Enimies-To-Lovers angst from Clex.
However, this might be weird, but I'm really, really down for Superman/Female Origional Character, just someone fun and quirky and quite fleshed out but a bit different to Lois's personality (because I have read mountains and mountins of Clois and while it's amazing I sometimes get a little bored of the narrowness of reporter life and the 'in love with Superman, in friends with Clark' tropes). I have a few drafts of this, but then I worry that a female OC in fandom won't be very popular so I don't clean them up 😅
15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Um. Um. I mean I want to finish 'Cheer Luke Up' and I will, okay, I will. It just could possibly take up to quite a number of years before I get back into it. I'm getting faster at editing, so one day it might not take that much work to finish up. I think it's just past the half-way point at the moment.
16. What’s your writing strengths?
I'm really proud of a lot of the cosmic horror I've done! I think it has a great sense of a slow buildup of dread, and then some really unique and otherworldly horrors, tinged with just the right amount of wonder and awe.
17. What’s your writing weaknesses?
Perfectionism. The initial draft isn't too hard, but it usually takes at a minimum a full week of being mostly focused on it to months for anything above 5k words. It tends to exhaust and frustrate me so much.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
Haven't done it yet (unless you count me makeing up stuff that sounds like Latin or outright using Latin in one or two sentences). As long as it fits well, but I think excessive use of it could frustrate the reader.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Star Wars Origional Trilogy
20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?
Aaaaaahh. I think Stride of Terror is an awesome 'Vader captures Luke' fic, 'Cheer Luke Up' is the silliest, wildest, unhinged crack, Skeptics of the Force gazes into the abyss, and The Sith in Yellow is a really impressive piece of cosmic horror.
I'm going to say Skeptics of the Force, because out of all my fics when I think about how to bind one into a book it's that one that I want the most.
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Ninjago OCs I'd just like to share right now because the urge to talk is uncontrollable right now (unfortunately I don't have any actual designs so they are only texts for now, art might come if someone's really THAT curious lmfao, but not guaranteed...) I've already writen about Zhìxìn, but there are a few others that are yet to be explained!
1. Jinhai (Lloyd and Benthomaar fankid): At first he was the eldest of his siblings, but to adjust to Dragons Rising's timeline, he is now the youngest. They are a shapeshifting azure dragon.
His design is inspired by the appearance of the Wu Sheng of Peking Opera, it is a role that is based on warriors or soldiers. The correlation with his character, is because he is overall a strong type, not just physically, but also morally. He holds his beliefs highly, he has an immense sense to preserve the balance and justice of the world - due to being raised surrounded by two great leaders who maintain two different worlds under their rule, and that of course affected his ambition and perspective towards the world around him.
Though Jinhai is still young, and he can be easily shaken by how he percieves things. He may be strong at will, but he is also stubborn at that. Overall, he could be an unreliable narrator if he were to tell the story. But back at that, all of what he was introduced to, is what drove him to become a warrior for his nations.
Jinhai did not inherit Lloyd's elemental power, but at the same time he does. This is a more complex ability, it isn't something able to be wielded outright, but Jinhai has the power of empathy. Hopefully this is able to answer the reason on why his morals are strong but also unsteady in a way. Empathy, is similar to energy. While energy is outward, it is life, it is what goes around others, a cosmic and universal ability that blesses so many - empathy is an inward version, a cosmic and universal thing that connect so many together, plants, animals, humans, the sea, the land, the mountains, they all have feeling. Energy and empathy are tied together, thus is the cause of Jinhai's abilities.
More might be explored about this ability, but honestly in a separate post lol (again, if someone's really THAT curious about it)
2. Teyiko (Lloyd and Benthomaar's fankid): She is the middle child, and she is actually Benthomaar's adopted daughter, but only after the Merge reconciliation, she is also Lloyd's. She is a Merlopian based on a whale, once a humpback whale, but her type might change now.
I'm not sure how many have watched the Sea Beast, but it is what inspired her backstory. She intentionally parallels Arin but only vaguely and with certain elements. She is a Merlopian, who lost both of her parents before the Merge, and lived in an orphanage (unhappily) and after (canon divergent worldbuilding heree), she faced the underwater war between the nations, and she was hurt after being caught amidst the storm of a battle. It was then, that she was found by Benthomaar, who decided to take her in, and after discovering that she was an orphan, Benthomaar grew an attachment to her, as she reminded him of himself, and decided to take her in as his daughter.
Teyiko has the tendency to be rebellious, she prefers to do things her own way which causes her to be reckless. Due to her traits, it's easy for her to find herself in trouble, it only comes as a game if she is able to get out or get trapped with her consequences, but she takes that as a challenge instead of a fear. Unlike her brother, Jinhai, who is cautious and shy, she is the exact opposite, she always loves to explore her nation, meeting with her citizens and partaking with royal meetings whenever she is allowed the chance. Her curiosity brings her everywhere.
3. Lysianassa: (she's part of my canon divergent Merlopian worldbuilding!) She is one of Benthomaar's royal assistants, she is an Echenidaean (remora) Merlopian, and is based on the Nereids of greek mythology (her name also belongs to the Nereid of royal delivery). Her species are actually ocean nymphs that serve new Merlopia after the merge.
Lysianassa is an amusingly straightforward character at most times, but this trait easily causes her to be flustered, she's overall meant to be endearing and cute. Of course she isn't just an assistant to Benthomaar, but also one of his dear friends, she's also the one that pushed him to reconnect back with Lloyd because honestly, he seriously needed it. Despite how she can appear blunt, she often speaks very calmly and soothingly.
4/5/6. The Time Triad (but Neteyammeowmeow... What about the Time Twins...) I have NEVER ever, talked about this concept before but I have made these characters. They were once inspired by a really specific thought of mine once (I saw an edit of Dimitrescu's daughters from Resident Evil and it somehow spawned all this, lmfao, no joke).
The Time Triad's existence is caused due to the destruction of the time blades. The power of it combined with the time vortex's chaos, eventually materialized into vessels of the past (Hor), present (Mulo), and future (Igo). Their names combined is an anagram of the constellation: Horologium, the Timepiece. They're meant to be morally ambiguous characters, neither good or evil because time doesn't choose sides - it witnesses, records, and creates history no matter the morality. They're also sisters btw, they don't have a gender but they appear feminine.
Their purpose in world, honestly, I don't know yet, but I like them because they exist.
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Complex Conclusions
Data Soong & Geordi La Forge
Summary: (a fic HEAVILY inspired of the episode Eye of the Beholder) Data contemplates suicide and the reasoning behind it. Geordi does his best to explain.
Tw: talk of suicide and suicidal thoughts
"Geordi, may I ask you a possibly triggering question?"
"Oh um, sure you can Data. What's on your mind?" Geordi glances over his shoulder as he continues to do calibrations.
"Have you ever contemplated suicide? "
Geordi pauses and turns to Data. "Oh, wow okay. One of those heavy talks..." Geordi huffs out a breathy chuckle then continues, "Well um no, I've never... at least not seriously. Life gets hard sometimes. Especially growing up blind. But I have too much to live for. I could never can't even think about it. Why do you ask? Is everything alright?" Geordi asks with concern.
"I am simply trying to understand the subject better. Specifically, why would someone choose to willing terminate their life?"
Geordi pauses and thinks carefully of his to respond. How to explain in a way Data would understand? And how to explain it at all really? Why couldn't Data ask someone like Deanna or Beverly, someone more experienced... Just the duties of a best friend to a curious android though he supposed.
"Well uh Data, I don't really know. I mean there are many reasons someone might choose to. But I suppose it is overall to 'fix' something they believe is wrong or a problem? The best conclusion they see? I- I don't know Data it's complicated..."
"A conclusion? The conclusion being that death is the best solution?" Data tilts his head then nods. "Ah, I believe that I understand. I have been in a similar situation myself."
This grabs Geordi's full attention and he quickly turns to face Data and asks in shock, "Really?"
"Yes. My first months after being activated were a difficult time. And there were many problems that occurred with me becoming more sentient."
"Because of your nural nets forming? " Geordi offers.
"Yes, as I learned and acquired more skills my newly developed nural pathways took over less complex pathways. The process was very dissorienting. "
"I'd bet... "
"And as my systems grew in complexity, it became increasingly difficult to integrate new pathways into my neural net... I came to the conclusion it would be safer and easier to shut myself down and start again. In a way it would've been suicide. "
"Oh Data... What did you decide to do?"
"I decided against doing so and gained a new outlook. I decided to face my problems as challenges to be overcome. Not as 'road blocks' that stop me."
"That's a good way to look at it Data. Was that... was that the only time? The only time you thought of...committing?" Geordi inquiries cautiously.
"I have on three other occasions. That being when I first lost someone to death, when encounterimg a being that altered my thoughts, and during academy."
"Academy? Starfleet Academy? Why?"
"Yes Starfleet Academy. In academy I was learning how to interact with others properly. But my fellow students did not tend to like me because of my android nature. And the few who were kind tended to view me simply as an intricate piece of machinery that they wished to study. Not as a person or friend. It was overall a... confusing and isolating experience. Because while I cannot feel lonely or hurt, it is still not a situation I would wish to be in."
"That's terrible Data I'm sorry. You don't deserve that you are as much a person as anyone else is. Hell you're the kindest person I know!" Geordi exclaims angry that anyone could treat Data so poorly. It always makes him upset when people treat Data like he is not a person, just a computer, like he's less than.
"If I may ask... Did you contemplate then because of any particular event during Academy or? "
"Indeed. I was uncomfortable yes, but not enough to contemplate suicide. I did so after being in a situation which conflicted with my code. I was in a way ordered to do so. In fact it was the event that caused me to be able to choose to disobey. That if following a order is harmful or goes against my moral code I will not follow said order not matter from who. "
"That's terrible! Did you tell someone? Did you report it? How could someone say something so... so... so cruel?! Who said that? Never mind I don't wanna know. I'd have to have a word or two with the jerk...telling my friend to off himself... What a dick. " Gerodi rants angrily trailing off into murmuring.
"It is alright Geordi. And no I did not. I did not wish to risk their career simply because of their views. Aswell as in the end they did teach me a lesson which caused me to develope further. They taught me further free thought, that not all people are kind, and that not all think the same way I do morally."
"Yah... But still no has the right to talk you in such a way okay? You are no less a person than anyone else. Hell, you're one of the best people I know! Kind, loyal, helpful, and hardworking. Not to mention a great friend."
"Thank you Geordi... You are a great friend to me aswell. I'm sorry Geordi, I must pologize. "
"Apologize? What for?"
"I do not believe that I have expressed how grateful I am for you Geordi. You are in a lot of ways my first friend. And you have become more than that. You are very dear to me. My closest friend. My best friend. "
"Data... ", tears begin pool in Geordi's eyes and he out stretches his arms, "come here buddy!"
Data leans forward into Geordi's embrace and they hug tightly. Their hug is as tight as their bond with one another. They are the best of friends, brothers, and much more. Their bond is just too complex to explain with words. So simply they are more.
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▪︎ IPKKND Ep 32 recap : "She has a name"
"From today onwards, I shouldn't hear the word chamkili in this office. She has a name, Kushi Kumari Gupta. Everyone will call her that name."
This is the 1st time Arnav openly defends Khushi, he gets now annoyed when someone disrespect her in front of him.
He thinks she's gonna comeback, and he has no intention to fire her. I think he also decided to forget about challenging her with no limits. He wants to let her stay with him, but of course, he'll pretend it's for the money she owns him.
I think Arnav decided to start letting Khushi see him a bit more without the Asr persona. He was waiting for her return to start a new dynamic between them. He doesn't want her to feel disrespected because of him.
From now on, he'll feel very umconfortable when Lavanya touch him. He's falling in love with someone else, he now feels like he's cheating on Khushi lol
He doesn't seem that bother to maintain a distant with Khushi while in fact Lavanya is HIS girlfriend. And therefore, in that matter, Arnav is indeed a hypocrite.
"- I'm unable to handle you. Anjali litteraly beging his brother to let love enter his heart, bless her. She's feeling hopeless about how Arnav is getting stuck in his mask (Asr).
Arnav doesn't even show her everything that he is, he makes sure she rarely sees his bad side but she is telling him now how overwhelmed she's is. She's overwhelmed while still not knowing how dark he can be. I can now really understand why Arnav treats his sister with so much cautious.
She can't handle the truth, his truth, how dark he became because of his trauma, and how she can't fix him no matter what. He's the one who is protecting her. No matter Anjali's efforts, indeed she can't protect him ... from himself ! Him not allowing himself to be honest and really himself in front of her is also due to his fear to get abandonned. She is the closest family member he has left, and therefore, he doesn't want to give her unecessary reasons to want to give up on him.
She is herself broken and had been put in the position of a mother figure to her little brother because her parents k'lled themselves. But she failed in that position cause poor girl is unable to be a mother to anyone yet.
Her mental health is in a very bad condition too. Arnav developped a personality disorder but Anjali developed an affective dependance. She needs the approval and the positive judgment of others (from people she loves) that she is doing right.
If she feels that she isn't doing a good job at the position her parents forced her to be in, she will freak out and question her whole life. For her to feel like she is not a failure, that she's worthy to be loved, and not abandonned (like her parents did to her and her borther) she needs approval.
And that approval she is always desparate to get is always linked with her social "position" : a sister that should behave like a mother and therefore fulfill the emotional hole their parents caused in Arnav but also a wife that have to make her husband happy, to prove that by having herself with Shyam an healthy marriage, she is able to psychological repair of the damage the marriage of his parents caused on her and her mental state.
And I do feel like she also might had some suc*dal thoughts before, which would explain why Arnav refuses to reveal himself fully to her.
He only shows himself to her as choete, but choete already grew up, in a complex and dark human being. And she sees how Asr acts with others without being able to actually understand who is Arnav fully. And it's because he hides the truth from her, who he really is, who he is fully. A broken soul.
It's very sad actually and makes us understand even more how lonely he is, cause he's the younger one, but he can't actually depend on her as an older sister, someone who is supposed to be more responsible than him, someone who should be able to share the burden of the weight of the after-effects of his trauma.
He can't even be a little brother to her, he's more like his father and/or big brother to her in reality. She is not mature enough and she also has to deal with her own trauma.
I think he knows Khushi is the only one who actually has this power to handle him. But he went too far to the point of making her wants to leave him. That's why he will get very lost when he'll watch her leave, leave him.
He'll think that he lost the only person who could not only handle him, but that he could be willing to let her handle him.
- Sister, you never, never ever have whether its mom or dad, you never let me feel their absence."
I think he lied here. He lied because he can't bear to see her feel this hopeless.
When he interacts with Khushi, she is giving him the only real moments when his past doesn't dare to enter his mind. It only happens when she bring up somthing that will make him remember this past, but she does it cause at this stage, she has no idea what happened to fully.
"I can go to any extent just to see you happy" exactly, even lying to her ! Barun Sobti's acting in this scene was incredible.
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Khayman, Raymond Gallant, Aunt Queen, Gretchen, Merrick :)
manomanomanoman Now we're talking! Okay, hmm....
Aunt Queen. What an absolute delight of a character! Strong, sassy, smart, funny, generous, and super feminine. With all the nonsense Anne went through being criticized for her female characters, I'm so glad she still had it in her to give us this dynamite lady. Also cool to have ELDERLY female characters get such attention and depth. Killing her off with the most shocking tragedy of that whole book 😭
The rest of these are SO close, that the order is going to be negligible
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Khayman, but specifically his early self version. I'm not into smiling, childlike loopy modern Khayman, nor his descent into madness at the end. But I am so here for Khayman back when he was Akasha's henchman, and his gradual transition from being a devoted servant to realizing he was on the wrong side of history and turning against the tyrants. Get you a guy who can start a thousand year war....and win! How tortured he was about having to rape the twins, yet still being able (physically and emotionally) to do it, is so messy and complex! I love that dark stuff. That he's also just as much Jesse's greatx300 grandpa as Maharet is her grandma is also neat. People seem to only focus on Maharet as her ancestor and forget he's equally attached to Jesse.
Merrick is 3 only because she's less boring than the other two, though I've never been into her as a character. I don't hate her like so many people do, but I sure don't like her or ship it! I do like how dark her story is, how wrong it was of her to manipulate Louis and David the way she did, but how cool it was to see her (especially a female character) have so much power over these two men. And It's so messy and complicated the way Louis and David both feel about it after, because they do genually love her, and she wronged them, but it doesn't make them turn against her, their feelings are so twisty and they keep her in the family and are happy to be with her. A lot of Anne's relationships are like that, people can't just turn their feelings on and off and be all like "girl dump him" just cause the character has some evil in them. They're all evil, and that's the point! And they accept each other's evils along with their love, because that is just what kind of creatures they are. Also, it's cool to have a POC vampire's story added into the chronicles (even if she's only 1/8 black, and her family was white passing, she still grew up in black culture), and learning that there was a whole black side to the Mayfair witches, thanks to Julian the wonderslut, was awesome.
Gretchen is really really important to her book and to Lestat's character development, and I really appreciate her as a character for that. I think she's extremely well written, and such a complex, realistic, sympathetic person. But she's just not my type of person. If I had to write her in a fic, I'd be interested in the challenge of it, like with all things, but I wouldn't be excited. I'm glad Lestat was able to get over her quickly.
Raymond Gallant. Nothing at all wrong with this guy, but he barely even goes here. I liked how he functioned in Marius's story, and that he connects Marius to the Talamasca, and helps him with everything, but he pops up too late. It doesn't feel like great writing that he only suddenly appears in the story RIGHT before such a character would be useful to Marius. I would have liked to have him incorporated in a more gradual and less magically convenient way. I'm also not that into him as a ghost. He doesn't serve any plot or world-building purpose that Gremt and Magnus and Hesketh don't serve just fine. Feels like he's only there because it was one of Anne's "wouldn't it be cool if..." moments, and not for real structural or emotional reasons in the story. An editor would have either had her make him be more integrated in the story or told her to cut him out. But as a person, he's nice guy. And poor Marius needs as many friends as he can get. I wish we got to see them spending more time together.
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For the recent ask game: Korra from TLOK!!
(Idk if you’ve seen it but I know you’ve seen ATLA so if you haven’t seen TLOK yet then let’s hear what you think about Uncle Iroh)
I have seen both series, so now you get to hear me rant about two fictional characters! Lucky you!
KORRA ( THE LEGEND OF KORRA )
First impression:
Pretty girl. Muscles. Short hair. Queer.
Need I say more?
Impression now:
I love how much Korra grew throughout the series.
I’m sure many many Tumblr folks have expended on it in proper essays, but it’s refreshing to see that the writing team approached her as they would any protagonist, instead of treating her differently because of her gender ( which makes sense, in a world where cool warrior ladies like Kyoshi have been a thing since the beginning of time ) !
Favorite moment:
No surprise here, I’m going to say the ending. I knew about it beforehand and it is the reason I started watching the series in the first place.
Idea for a story:
I’d love to see more content about Baby Korra discovering her powers and her parents absolutely F R E A K I N G O U T about it! What little we saw of her at that age was so cute.
Unpopular opinion:
Not sure if this is an “unpopular” opinion, but the relationships between the Main Four were the weakest point of the show in my opinion.
I was extremely annoyed by the whole love triangle debacle, and even Korrasami felt a bit underdeveloped ( There were HUGE instances of flirting between the two in S1, and then they kinda… Paused… Until halfway through S4? ). That one is understandable, though - we all know the challenges of trying to sneak a queer storyline into a kids’ show.
Overall, I didn’t get the “found family” feel that made ATLA so great from Korra and the gang. I’ve heard good things about the comics, though, so I might get my hands on them someday!
Favorite relationship:
Despite what I just said, it is Korrasami, 100%.
I like that they didn’t let the love triangle ruin their friendship ( any negative feelings they had were directed either at Makko or themselves, rather than each other ) and how well they work together despite being so different.
And Korrasami did so much for queer representation in general. It might not seem like much when we look back on it now, but these girls really kicked the portal door open for all of the great stuff we’re getting today!
Favorite headcanon:
Many people have created great art of Korrasami getting engaged using a Water Tribe betrothal necklace. I especially love scenarii in which Asami is the one to propose ( engaging in your partner’s cultural traditions because it’s important to them is a huge pro-gamer move in my book ) .
IROH ( AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER )
First impression:
A funny old man who might or might not be sabotaging Zuko’s efforts to find the Avatar on purpose. For his own good, of course.
Impression now:
A much more complex character than I originally expected. He’s great, obviously, but also imperfect, and I love him for that. More on that later.
Favorite moment:
Probably not a surprise either: the reunion with Zuko in the White Lotus camp. Cleared my skin and watered my crops.
Idea for a story:
I’d like to see more fluff of Iroh in his later years, when he can reflect on how much Zuko has grown throughout the years. Maybe play with Izumi as well! Intimate character pieces are my favourite type of fics to read and write.
Unpopular opinion:
He’s not as perfect as the fandom makes him out to be… And that’s a good thing, actually!
I especially think he could have done more to protect the kids from Ozai ( we see him look away when Ozai burns Zuko’s face, and his whole attitude towards Azula, A LITERAL KID, makes me uneasy ). The complexity only makes him more compelling though, and I think we could all benefit from recognising that even good people make mistakes sometimes.
Favorite relationship:
Iroh and Zuko, obviously. I absolutely ADORE the adoptive father figure / troubled kid working through his trauma dynamic ( something something Professor Layton, something something Hershel and Clive ).
Favorite headcanon:
I really hope he got to meet Baby Iroh and understand how much of an impact he truly had on Zuko’s, and probably Izumi’s, lives.
I could also see him b*tching about his nephew with Mai over tea. If they can’t embarrass him a little, what’s the point?
Thank you for these @crestofshame!
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i was thinking how, after a few days without gaming, my dopamine leves are already so low i can’t find motivation to do anything, even on stimulants (ritalin, maybe vyvanse would be different). it can’t possibly be that, among all evils in the world, “not gaming” is really a challenge for people to do stuff to survive - even struggling with executive dysfunction, surely millions of people have had it in the past, billions, and people still managed to survive anyway. why can’t i?
autism is as much a social disability as a biological one. and i mean that in the sense that as millennials and gen z, our parents raised us in a way that augments the social challenges autistic people face. we had access to videogames which were infinitely more comfortable for us than going outside and not getting why the other kids prefer to play among themselves and not include you. we never had to figure out why we’re bad at some stuff and how to get better at it; which is partly why, i believe, autism diagnoses are on the rise, and not just that the neurosciences have advanced. most parents of autistic people are autistic themselves, but it’s not something that presents a significant challenge to them, because they were forced to “deal with it” (notwithstanding all the subsequent trauma).
what did people to do build up dopamine in the past, to destress, relax? well, look at the horizon, i suppose. step on earth barefoot, herd cattle. or plunge into the wildness and look for new edible plants. but i live in a city. a huge, complicated maze of buildings and people. the things that people historically did to be happy are not things i grew up associating with happiness because they were never accessible to me. the things i do to be happy, that my brain is wired to release dopamine when i do, are things that were not accessible a hundred years ago and pretty much rely on an extremely complex world economy to keep electronics factories going.
most of my pc hardware is from ~2015. i have never had a job, which is unsurprising because i’m gen z autistic (as it happens, i just moved out last week). i don’t have an income to buy the things that make me happy, that my parents used to buy for me when i was younger, but now i can’t reasonably ask them to. i have to do it myself, but how can i expect to function without doing what makes me happy? which is what brought me to the first question. gaming is definitely not on any survival list. like, the people of sentinel island don’t game to survive. so why should i? and i think i came up with a sound explanation. it’s real to me anyway. if i don’t game i don’t get dopamine and motivation to cook, let alone anything else.
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