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losing you — obi-wan kenobi x gn reader

❝ LOSING YOU ❞

SYNOPSIS➢You could never resist saying no to Obi-Wan Kenobi when he needed your help. It led to a capture by the Sith, and a near death. A daring escape, a battle of hearts and good and evil, and a climax of feelings could hopefully reveal the truth within your hearts.

PAIRING ➢ obi-wan kenobi x gender neutral reader

AU ➢ friends/rivals to lovers

CONTENT WARNING ➢ swearing, sexual tension, angst, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, depictions of fighting, battling, canon-typical violence, side character deaths, sort of protective Obi-Wan

WORD COUNT ➢ 4.5 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ i started writing this so long ago, and am now so sick of it that i hate it with my entire being. i missed posting anything for May the Fourth, so consider this my meagre contribution. hope you still enjoy!

MASTERLIST

The thousands of voices that filled your ears and the sharp glare from the sun against your closed eyelids were the first things you noticed. Slowly, you opened your eyes and took in your surroundings. You were in the middle of an arena with hundreds of foul creatures in the stands, cheering and throwing taunts when they noticed you were awake.

You tried to look further, but as soon as you moved your head a sudden sharp pain shot through it, making you wince. You didn’t remember getting a blow to the head, which meant it was probably a pretty bad one. As you stood tied to the pole with chains against your wrists, you watched a few guards drag a figure between them. They tied it to the pole next to you, and left it slumped against the ground.

That’s when you remembered.

The fight. A lightsaber. Obi-Wan fucking Kenobi.

You two had been ambushed by the very targets he’d been hunting, and you only got caught up in the crossfire because he had asked for your help. He hadn’t needed you, and you didn’t have to accept, but something compelled you to and now you were stuck in this mess. If only you were smart enough to be able to walk away.

Unfortunately, Obi-Wan was your weakness.

You watched his unconscious figure lean against the poll, and you couldn't help but let your eyes trail over him. They jumped from the way his strong hands hung in the handcuffs (something you definitely had thought of before, just in a different situation) to the way the sun hit his smooth skin and highlighted his cheekbones. You watched his muscular chest rise and fall steadily with every breath, and how his golden hair seemed to shine even brighter. You even let your gaze travel even more south, but it quickly jumped up again from the guilt.

You blinked and redirected your gaze before his force, or magic—something—somehow notice your staring, but it was already too late. Obi-Wan grimaced as he opened his eyes, licking his lips and clearing his throat. The dry desert air did nothing but evil to your lungs.

Finally, he looked over at you and said, “I know I’m handsome, darling, but there may be a time and place for that.”

Your eyes immediately moved to his and you found him smirking smugly at you, which you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at.

“Oh, please, you wish I was admiring you, Kenobi. I was just wondering how the hell I should get back at you.” Every word from your tongue was drenched with faux venom.

Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, really? And what might I have done to upset you this time?”

You laughed humourlessly at his words, gesturing around the both of you. “Is your skull really that thick? I’m stuck here because of you.”

He looked at you sceptically. “Me? Weren’t you supposed to be the look out and keep an eye on my back?”

“No, well—yes, but it wasn’t my fault.” If you had to be honest, you had been distracted by him. Obi-Wan had sat and talked with you, always being his charming self. So, really, it was his fault you hadn’t noticed the ambush. “You dragged me into this in the first place.”

He shook his head with a smile and tried to stand up straighter. “If I remember correctly—“

“You probably don’t, you took a pretty ugly blow to the head,” you interrupted. He fixed you with a pointed look, but it only made you more amused.

“—you weren’t forced to come with. You wanted to be with me.”

You grimaced at his choice of words, but were determined not to let him in on your feelings.

“And if I remember correctly, you begged me. So technically, you wanted to be with me.”

His smile told you he was enjoying this just as much as you were, and had no plans on stopping. “Oh, you know me so well, darling. I always want to be with you.”

“Exactly what I wanted to hear,” you smirked.

Even though you loved the words coming from his mouth, they were filled with the same sarcastic venom as yours. If you had to be honest with yourself, it hurt. You tried to ignore the feeling when your eyes moved to a movement in the further end of the arena. Two convoys were starting to move towards you and Obi-Wan, with two people inside of them. Obi-Wan straightened when they were within earshot.

“I was beginning to wonder if you’d got my message,” he said.

A younger man and woman was being led out by guards and you could see the boy was also a Jedi, but one in training, from the robes he wore to the braid in his hair.

“I retransmitted it,” he said, “just as you requested, Master.” The couple were being tied to a pole each, the same way you were tied. “Then we decided to come rescue you.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes as the corners of his lips tugged into half a smile. “Good job.”

You almost laughed at his sarcasm and managed to let out a snort instead. That was the first time the man seemed to have noticed you. His eyes studied you from top to bottom and then turned to Obi-Wan.

“Who is this you are with, Master?” he questioned.

Obi-Wan glanced at you, sending you a quiet question. Who were you to him?

“They—“ he began.

You interrupted him before he could finish. You were dreading to hear the words ‘they’re just my friend’, even though you knew you could never be anything more.

“I’m his amazing partner,” you smiled. “The one who always gets him out of these messes.”

The man raised an eyebrow and glanced at his Master. “Really?” he asked.

Obi-Wan threw you a pointed look. “No, I’m the one who always gets you out of messes, not the other way around,” he said. “If you had just done your job and kept a lookout we wouldn’t be here.”

You feigned offence at his remark. “Excuse you, you were the one distracting me, which means it was really all your fault,” you said.

“So you do admit I am a distraction to you, darling?” Obi-Wan smiled smugly.

You choked on your words and felt your cheeks burn. You knew he was unaware of your feelings, but that only made it hurt more. Maybe entertaining this sort of flirty banter wasn’t a good idea. It only made your hopes for something more to happen multiply. And that wasn’t fair—to either of you.

“No,” you bit out before you looked away from him entirely. He frowned, but turned away to converse with the other Jedi as you tuned them out.

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Obi-Wan Kenobi was confused.

He had asked for your help on his mission because he knew you were in a nearby town, and because you knew how to handle your blasters. Really well. He had always admired that about you, even though he considered them a bit uncivilised, and he would never admit it. Instead Obi-Wan always decided to send a snide remark or comment your way, even when you were shooting perfectly.

“Maybe you should try hitting the target one day, y/l/n,” he shouted the one time you had missed your practice target.

What he didn’t know was that you had missed because you had been staring at his training with his lightsaber. You couldn’t help it; because, come on, Obi-Wan doing sword practices? He looked hot as fuck. It had made you glare daggers at him and you’d thrown the blaster his way.

“Why don’t you try it then? See if you’re so much better, Master Kenobi,” you challenged.

His smile only widened as he studied your approaching, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’d rather not, darling,” he said. “You know I have no luck with those things.” You picked up the blaster and pressed it against his chest, leaning in closer to him.

“Oh, come on, Obi-Wan,” you purred. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid.”

His mind went blank at your words. You were so close to him now, he would only need to lean down a bit and your lips would be touching. Oh, how he wished to feel your lips on his. He shook the thought away and smiled at you.

“Yes, I am very afraid that you might be better than me at something.”

You moved away and chuckled, taking up your shooting position again. “I’m better than you at a lot of things.”

Obi-Wan quirked an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? Care to enlighten me?”

“I can think of a few things,” you had winked at him.

The insinuation was enough for Obi-Wan’s cheeks to redden, but he turned away and left the subject at that. That was how you two always were. A few insults thrown in here and there, and even though he cared not to admit it, there were some flirty elements as well.

And that was why he was confused as to your sudden cold exterior. He replayed the conversation in his mind, trying to figure out why it had gone south. Did he say something wrong? Had he done something wrong?

He was brought out of his thoughts by the voice of Anakin.

“Master?” he asked, and Obi-Wan only blinked at him.

“Yes, Anakin?”

He sighed and shook his head. “That was the third time I tried to get your attention. What is going on?” He glanced at you on the other side of his master, at you, and lowered his voice. “Is it your partner? Who are they, really?”

“It’s nothing, Anakin,” Obi-Wan replied. Anakin seemed to ponder his words for a moment, and Obi-Wan was completely content on letting the conversation go.

Anakin frowned. “Why haven’t I heard about them until now?”

Obi-Wan quirked an eyebrow. “There are many things you do not know about me, Anakin. I like to keep some things private.”

“I understand,” came his voice, a bit too smug for Obi-Wan’s liking.

Obi-Wan turned to him. “What exactly do you ‘understand’?”

Anakin inclined his head to where you were standing. “I just want to let you know that it’s okay, Master.”

“Anakin, I have no idea what you are talking of.”

He rolled his eyes, leaning as close to Obi-Wan as he could. “I’m talking about the two of you,” he said.

Obi-Wan’s cheeks immediately burned. “y/n y/l/n is an old friend,” Obi-Wan whisper-shouted. “We’ve known each other since we were kids.”

“Come on, Master, I heard the way you were talking to each other. Frankly, it’s quite obvious.”

Obi-Wan glared at Anakin for him to shut up. He glanced at you beside him, trying to keep the younger Jedi’s words from sinking into him, but to no avail. He was aware of the insinuations that often existed in your conversations, and the way your words were too often far from strictly platonic. He knew you were good looking in the standard way, as he often saw heads turn in your direction and flirty smiles sent your way, though he had never allowed himself to think of you that way. It was dangerous territory for a Jedi and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to resist if he allowed himself to give in.

But now, when the both of you stood at your death row, almost out of options, it put things in perspective. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he—

A sudden cheer went up in the stadium, bringing his attention away from you. A voice sounded, in a strange language he couldn’t understand, and four doorways opened at the end of the arena. Out walked four creatures, each one horrific in its own way, and led by guards with spears. They were careful to not walk too close.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Anakin said beside him. Obi-Wan hated to admit he agreed, but forced himself to think rationally.

“Just relax. Concentrate.” He directed the words to his padawan, but they were for himself as much as for Anakin.

“What about Padme?” he asked, drawing Obi-Wan’s attention away from the oncoming monsters. He glanced behind Anakin, seeing that she was using her chain to climb the pillar.

With a smile he said, “She seems to be on top of things.”

Anakin glanced behind him, nodding, and forced calming breaths to release through his lungs. Obi-Wan looked your way, afraid he’d worry for you. Instead, you stood still, almost like a statue, looking directly in front of you. Your gaze was calculating, deadly calm, like a soldier’s calm, and your breathing was even. He didn’t know how, but you seemed to not worry even one bit at the oncoming creature.

He didn’t have time to think over it more when a creature with long claws closed in on him, throwing a leg against his chains, severing it. Obi-Wan threw himself to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack. Shouts and cheers went all around him, making him more dizzy than he already was. He tried to focus on the creature as he kept tumbling out the way, every time closer than the first. He went behind the pillar to take cover, but the monster felled it, causing it to tumble down in a load crash towards him.

Before he could understand what was happening, Obi-Wan was tumbling against the ground, rolling in a heap. The only thing was that your weight was on top of him, holding him down. He was too aware of every place you touched, shivering even through the chaos that was going on around you. You quickly glanced down at him before jumping to your feet, extending an arm for him to drag himself to his own feet. You kept ahold of his hand, tugging him along as you ran out of the creature’s path. Obi-Wan was afraid to think of what would’ve happened without you there.

He looked to the side, seeing one of the guards with a spear, taking it to throw at the monster behind you. For a second, he thought it’d worked. But then, it snapped the spear in half and continued its chase for the both of you. Thankfully, right then, Anakin and Padme appeared atop one of the other creatures, a massive horn at its front. He gestured for the both of you to get on, and without thinking, Obi-Wan grabbed your hand again and pulled you with. He helped you up in front of him. He hesitated, just a moment, before letting his arms snake around your midriff. You felt it, tensing against the feeling of him. You realised this was the wrong moment to be shy about contact, but you also realised the meaning of letting him fall against you so.

Obi-Wan let his head lean against your shoulder, ignoring the warning shouts put there by the Jedi’s so-called ways. He was tired of keeping distance from you only because of formalities. Seeing you in danger as he had done earlier, it scared him more than he dared admit. He needed to make the most out of the time you had left together.

“I—“ he began, but was interrupted by the tumbling of droids appearing, pointing their guns at the four of you.

You turned to look him in the eye, searching for any signs of reassurance there. You found none. Obi-Wan did not have a second plan, something to get them out of this major mess. He was finally out of ideas. Your lips tugged downwards at the sight of his hopeless gaze. You understood as well as he did how fucked you were.

And that’s when it happened; when dozens of lightsabers appeared in the crowding stands; they were lit in varying colours of blue, green, and, one particular, in purple. Their light reflected onto their bearers, revealing countless Jedis ready to fight. The rest of the crowd began to flee, previously cheering for the slaughter of the four of you, now cowards to the fight that would inevitable ensue.

A smile lit up your face, gazing onto the new turn of events. Maybe it wasn’t over for the two of you.

It quickly faded when more droids appeared, running over the arena to get a good shot on you. The Jedis were just as quick, jumping from the stadiums to meet the blasters with their sabers. Obi-Wan grabbed a nearby lightsaber and freed first himself, and then you, from the chains. You ran to pick up two blasters, lying nearby a fallen droid. You didn’t have time to think about the others before fire was upon you and it was all you could do to fire off shot after shot, fell enemy after enemy as your aim found its marks. Obi-Wan was soon beside you, twirling his lightsaber in beautiful circles and cutting down every droid in his vicinity. If you weren’t in mortal danger, you’d say he was enjoying himself with the way his lips formed in the faintest smile.

It was difficult keeping track of everyone and everything when all your surroundings were filled with was the light of blasters going for their mark and the glowing of lightsabers cutting into metal. Your ears were ringing, shouts and blasting muffled by the concentration of keeping your head connected to your body. All you could focus on was the next droid to appear in your path. One at a time, to keep you from losing hope and getting overwhelmed. But even you could admit that it was seeming bleak. The numbers on your side were dwindling and you felt a faint thudding in your left arm, which you had conveniently managed to ignore until now.

A sudden shriek called for your attention when the creature from before was charging for you again. You could feel your muscles locking up, the fear setting into them, while your mind was screaming for you to run. Instead, you stood there with a gaping mouth, awaiting the blow that would inevitable come upon you.

Before it did, a lightsaber cut into the creature’s path and sent its head rolling to the dirty ground, its body dropping in a lifeless heap. You turned, seeing Obi-Wan with his lightsaber raised, panting hard. His gaze turned to you with widened eyes. His legs moved before you did and managed to catch you before you fell to the ground, your legs folding beneath you. The paralysing fear was gone and in its place had an overwhelming sense of dread settled, causing your body to finally catch up with your mind. You almost wept against his robes, holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself. Obi-Wan’s arms circled you, his eyes searching you for any fatal injuries. When he couldn’t find any, he allowed his hand to smooth against your cheek, tilting your head to look at him.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded absentmindedly. First now you realised the closeness of him, and how vulnerable you both were in the middle of the battlefield. You turned at the same time, ready to cut down any droids, but it turned out unnecessary as the remaining Jedis had formed a protective circle around all of you, their lightsabers raised against the onslaught of droids. They stopped in their tracks as Count Dooku’s voice rang out, loud and clear, calling for a cease of fire. He was telling you how the fight was over; you were outnumbered; to lay down your weapons in arms; you were practically dead.

The Jedis looked around, uncertain on whether it was possible to win this fight. You met the droids with a steeled gaze; you’d rather die here, on the battlefield, than in some dungeon of the Sith’s. Obi-Wan looked to you and you saw the same determination reflected in his eyes. You wished to rather not die at all, but it was the lesser of two evils.

As if by reading your thoughts, suddenly battleships descended to the arena — stormtrooper ships. You let out a breath of relief; however ready you were to go down in battle someday you were glad today wouldn’t be that day.

With the help of the stormtroopers, your numbers were suddenly in the majority, felling the droids quickly and swiftly. The fight was far from over, though. Obi-Wan nudged your arm, nodding to one of the ships. You ran after him, with Anakin and Padme in the lead, onto the hovering ship and it lifted in the air. You looked around to see other stormtroopers on the ship, with only God knows what thoughts swimming behind those helmets of theirs.

“Dooku is making his escape,” said Obi-Wan, pointing ahead of him. You looked to see two slender ships and a speeder-bike flying at full speed.

One of the troopers nodded, and the ship picked up in speed. Your feet stumbled at the change, unprepared for the sudden jolt in the metal beneath you. Obi-Wan’s arm instinctively reached out and snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“Hold on,” he said.

You ignored the warmth of both his body so close to you and the sudden rush of it in your cheeks. Miles of sandbanks stretched beneath you, only fleeting with the quick speed you were travelling. Ahead, you noticed that there was only one spacecraft left in your pursuit. Hopefully, you’d be able to get this mission done with and go back to your not-so-peaceful abode; all of this were definitely more than you’d originally bargained for.

With another jolt of your ship, it threw all of you off-balance and a shriek sounded. You turned to see Padme fall out of the open door. Anakin reached for her but Obi-Wan was there within a second to snatch away his wrist, pulling him from the opening.

“Put the ship down!” Anakin cried.

“Anakin, don’t let your personal feelings get in the way!” Obi-Wan shouted back, effectively ignoring your gaze. He turned to the front and called, “Follow that speeder!”

You turned Obi-Wan’s words over in your mind. Of course he wouldn’t stray from the Jedi way, not even for you. Had you then only imagined his lingering gaze and touches that existed a moment too long? Had your mind created the delusions of Kenobi’s want to protect you during the fight, or had he only happened to be nearby to help you?

Whatever the matter, you felt it smartest to not be present for the coming fight. You called out to the two Jedis.

“I’ll go after her, you handle Dooku.”

Obi-Wan turned. “No, wait— y/n!”

Before he could take hold of you, you had dropped out the opening with bent knees meeting the sandbank, landing with a compact you were not ready for. You rolled, tucking your head into your chest and quickly jumped to your feet. You had jumped out of the ship a little later than Padme and had to walk back the distance to find her again.

She laid on the sand, outstretched, with her head resting to the side. You ran to her quickly, letting her head rest under your hand and shaking her slightly in a careful attempt to wake her up. Her eyelids slid open carefully, before blinking wide up at you. Her limbs hurried with panic in an attempt to stand up and she almost tripped herself.

“Hey, hey, calm down!” you said, disentangling yourself from her. “You’re okay, you’re safe.”

She stopped struggling but stayed wide-eyed as she let herself take a few calming breaths. Eventually she had found her voice enough to ask, “Where’s Anakin?”

“Still pursuing Dooku. C’mon, we gotta get back to camp.”

Padme’s head shook before you finished your sentence, looking around. “No, no, we gotta follow them. We gotta help.”

You swallowed, nodding absentmindedly. You wanted to help Obi-Wan but you were afraid how he would react to seeing you after the fighting was done. Would he turn you away, and ultimately let the Jedi’s ways steer his life? Or would he allow you to get close to him, invite you into his life as something more than just a friend?

You pondered these questions as you managed to find a troop of stormtroopers and commandered a spacecraft to follow the pursuit of Count Dooku. Soon enough, a castle of some sort, made of a reddened stone with high spires, reached towards the muddied sky. Your craft landed and as a ship departed, speeding faster than you could react, towards outer space.

If that were Count Dooku escaping then that meant Anakin and Obi-Wan hadn’t managed to stop him. And that meant…

Your legs started to move faster than your mind could catch up, praying that what you feared wouldn’t be true. Your feet echoed against the ground as you ran into the cave, Padme following right behind you. When you entered the hollow room your eyes immediately landed on Obi-Wan’s form.

He was alive—barely standing and taking shallow breaths—but alive nonetheless.

His hand was grasped around his knee, barely being able to keep himself up. It looked as if it took everything in him not to slump to the floor. You hastened your steps in his direction, ready to just about sling yourself against him. You catched yourself in a moment, remembering the Jedi’s modest ways.

His eyes met yours as he let his hand let go of the lightsaber. His eyes softened, almost unintelligibly, and his lips quirked into a tired smile. Obi-Wan took the barest step toward you, his leg folding beneath him. You were there in an instant, letting your weight support his as much as his was supporting you. Your arms snaked around his waist, letting your head fall in the crook of his shoulder. His head laid on yours, his hair tickling your skin. As tired, and muddy, and miserable you were you couldn’t keep from the warmth spreading in the pit of your stomach.

Obi-Wan didn’t seem to mind any of the other Jedi’s in the room as he let his embrace pull you even closer to him. He pulled back the barest inch to whisper against your ear, “Don’t you ever dare scare me like that again.”

“What, when I dropped out of the spacecraft, you mean?”

You felt him shake his head against you. “Just today in general.”

“Afraid to lose me, Jedi?”

You tried not to chuckle, but it was difficult when you felt the dangers of the day receding from your mind and all that was left was an immense relief that elated your entire body. Obi-Wan pulled away entirely, letting his hands grip your shoulders for support. Your hands had a hold of his waist.

“Losing you would affect me more than you could ever imagine.”

You grinned as you tugged him into a hug again, pressing him even more intimately against you. There was no longer any doubt as to what Obi-Wan meant to you, and as to what you meant to him. He didn’t care what the council or the Jedis thought; he’d have you as yours. And you smiled at the thought.

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sugatrapp · 7 months

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「 W a f f l e s 」

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Pairings: Carmen Berzatto x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: You wanted to take a picture with Carmy, but he didn’t take it seriously. You threatened to post the failed pictures on Instagram, but then he made you an offer you couldn’t refuse.

Warnings: NSFW / Sexual Themes ~ Spanking ~ Food Play ~ Non-specified gender or genitalia of reader ~ just an overall playful and goofy mood with a little spice

A/N: It’s my birthday today, but I figured why should I be the only one to enjoy today? Well, you’ll probably enjoy it more than me since I have classes 🙃 but still hope you like the story!

AO3

Masterlist

Ko-Fi

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Being around Carmen felt as natural as breathing. From the moment you met, you knew right away there was no one else you’d rather give your heart to. He made you laugh even when he wasn’t trying, he remembered the most minuscule details about you and what you liked, and he was always there when you needed him. You could never bother me. ‘M only a call or text away, he’d remind you for the fortieth time after you admitted to not wanting to add to his stress from work. No one could ever dream of asking for a better boyfriend.

Except whenever you tried to take pictures with him.

It had been ten minutes since you asked him to take a picture with you for your socials. Saving memories was your second favorite part of making them, so it was inevitable that you’d ask him. But he was in an especially playful mood that day. The smile he flashed at the camera was overly wide and a bit creepy if you looked long enough. With a pout, you shoved him away while he laughed.

“You’re such a jag off.”

He held a hand over his mouth to calm himself down to no avail. “Hey, I smiled didn’t I?”

“Like a serial killer.”

He shrugged and kissed your forehead as an apology. As you scrolled through the handful of failed images, a lightbulb flicked on over your head.

“I don’t even care, I’m still gonna post them.”

“No you’re not.”

When he saw the blank expression on your face, he reached for the phone only for you to hold it out of his grasp. You both made eye contact. A glint he knew all too well flashed behind your eyes. A glint that meant you were going to be a bratty pain in the ass. He reacted a second too slow as your form dodged his arms and took off running up the stairs. He rushed after you, but you had already shut and locked yourself in the bedroom. He banged on the door.

“Babe open the door! You better not post those.”

“Or what Carmen?” You asked, putting emphasis on his name.

“I’ll sue.”

You chuckled. “Guess I’ll be seeing you in court then.”

He sighed, running his fingers through his curls while pacing. What to do, what to do? After a moment, an idea popped into his mind and he smirked. He made sure to get nice and close to the area of the door where he knew you were standing.

“I’ll spank you.”

There was dead silence for a while before you spoke in a breathless whisper.

“Promise?”

He hummed in agreement. “Just give me your phone and you can have what’s behind door number one.”

“What’s the catch?”

You knew him too well.

“You take however many I feel you deserve—“ you made a sound of protest, “but I’ll sweeten the deal with some waffles.”

You thought over his proposal, but the throbbing between your legs had already decided. The lock clicked and the door swung open. You huffed as you handed over your phone. He deleted all but one of the photos, using it to set your wallpaper to his creepy smile before pocketing the phone. You’d see his surprise later.

You were bouncing your leg the entire time he was preparing the waffles. Carmy was awfully heavy handed when it came to punishments. Just a few weeks ago when he caught your hand between your legs without permission, you thought he was in a good mood helping you find your release. But then he kept going and going until you were too sore and sensitive to handle him even breathing on your skin.

A shiver ran up your spine as the steaming stack of waffles was placed on the island in front of you. While you were zoned out, he had dressed them up with whipped cream and berries, topping it off with buttermilk syrup. You were definitely not going to be able to sit down properly for a while.

“You wanna eat ‘em now or take ‘em with you?”

“With me,” you mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t worry babe, I won’t go easy on you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

You frowned as he chuckled, giving you one last nicety of a kiss at your temple before he got down to business.

“Bedroom in three. Don’t be late.”

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He was sitting at the edge of the bed when you entered. Beside him was a can of whipped cream. He patted his leg with a smirk on his face.

You took a deep breath before walking over, carefully lying across his lap with your waffles. You had sliced them into smaller pieces downstairs to make it easier. He wasted no time, hooking his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them off. You flinched as he gave you a light playful swat, laughing.

“I haven’t done anything yet, baby, relax.”

Easy for him to say. You knew he was lulling you into a false sense of security as he caressed your bare bottom, but you couldn’t help but melt, taking a bite of the waffles. It was heavenly, all fluffy and sweet, bright flavors exploding in your—

Smack!

You yelped as his hand came down hard on your right cheek.

“Count,” he demanded.

“O-One chef.”

“Good.”

Another on the right. Two chef. Three chef. Four. It wasn’t until eight when he switched to the left. It was because the right cheek was slightly smaller than the other. You were insecure about it at first, but he made sure to give it equal attention in any other case. But in this case, it didn’t help.

Tears streamed down your face at eleven, shoving more waffle in your mouth to mask your noises. His hand left your hot skin for a moment and you braced for another hit only to be met with a cold spray of whipped cream. He smeared the cream over your sore bottom, bending over to lick it off.

You mewled, forcing yourself to remain still as he tongued you down, open mouth kisses getting awful close to your desperate core. Of course he pretended not to notice, avoiding it like the plague yet gripping your inner thigh mere inches away.

“Carmy,” you moaned.

His hum vibrated over your skin.

“Please…”

Smack! You had fallen for it again.

“Was trying t’ give you a break but if you insist.”

You gritted your teeth, stopping yourself from rolling your eyes. Another five hits later and the whipped cream was back. You sighed and pushed back into his roaming hand.

“Taste so good baby,” he moaned.

You stabbed another piece of waffle with your fork, twisting a bit to offer it to him. He closed his mouth around it, expression blissful as he took in the flavors. He plucked a strawberry from the plate, dipping it into the whipped cream still on your ass. You squirmed in place, beyond turned on and uncomfortable at being in the same position for so long.

Smack!

“You gonna be good or am I gonna have to add another one?”

You shook your head. “No, I’ll be good for you.” Then you sweetened the deal with wide, albeit watery, puppy eyes.

He took another fruit from the plate and popped it in his mouth. “Still got two more.”

You whined, on the verge of kicking your legs in protest until another smack halted you in your tracks.

“Three more.”

You bit your tongue and nodded. Eventually twenty-two rolled around and you sighed in relief. Your waffles were all gone, a few pieces of fruit left behind. You hissed as he ran his hands over your sore cheeks, no doubt bruised.

“Did so well for me baby. I think you deserve a little treat.”

Your eyes lit up. “You mean the waffles weren’t it?”

“I mean, if you don’t want it—“

“No!” You sat up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking the side of his face. “I want it.”

He stood up, hands falling to the button of his jeans. You watched with hungry eyes as his pants and boxers fell to his ankles, revealing his engorged cock. The tip was an angry red, a bead of precum just begging to be licked off. As if it wasn’t enough, he sprayed a strip of whipped cream down the length.

“Think you can handle it?” He teased, slowly stroking himself and smearing the cream.

“Oh I know I can Berzatto.”

“Then c’mere and show me.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

#sugatrapp #gender not specified #reader insert #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #the bear #kinktober #n s f w 🤫#the bear fx #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #birthday

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kiukiu1270 · 3 months

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Fully finished 15 Nikolai AU Character sheet + Headcannons!!!

Nikolai is a Piano player and I will not accept him playing any other instrument other than that. His cannon design even looks like a Piano how much more piano-y can a character get?? He is those self-taught pianist. The type that only knows chords and those weird numbered sheets music you get in those church songs lol (Fyodor taught him to read sheet music later on ;3)

Also pianist of 10 years writing over here, The tenor clef page is based on personal experiences.

It took me so long to figure out his sexuality, It was between Gay, Pan, Achillean but I settled with Omnisexual

“Omnisexual refers to someone who is romantically, emotionally, or sexually attracted to persons of all genders and orientations”Basically, All is good. But of course he does have some (a lot) of Internalised Homophobia and Religious Trauma (Haven’t fully figured it out yet in my head but I’m working on it)

Figure skating ehhhhhhh (for personal reasons) Realistically it is near impossible to do a Hydroblade self taught and pretty much figure skating isn’t a hobby that you can just buy a pair of skates (1000usd per pair) (he stole those with his ability ofc) but you can’t just teach yourself through YouTube videos (based on…. Experience….) (you Will Hurt yourself) but I meannnn He has an magical portal opening ability, he got plot armour. (And I like figure skating)

Random Trivia

Cavetown coded, Star coded, Neurodivergent, Enfp, likes cardistry (like magicians you get it), has the biggest crush on Fyodor (if it wasn’t obviously enough lol), likes Pigeons (yk street rats) (I love pigeons, they deserve more love), (Personally I think cannon adult Nikolai is more white Dove coded tho), Loves theatre and the stage (based on irl Mykola), Irl Mykola was queer, Loves Tchaikovsky (me too) (Tchaikovsky was also queer btw (he was very gay)), likes Mykola Lysenko (carol of the bells original composer) (ayy father of Ukrainian classical music and him share the same name!!) (I love researching about Ukrainian culture while making this)(Ukraine is so beautiful, I wish we could’ve had the chance to visit it in its beautiful light and glory before yk…) (Making this was very emotional) (Don’t forget to support Support Ukraine guys) 🌻🇺🇦🫶

Btw here are some songs that I listened to while drawing him!!!

(Definitely listens to Tchaikovsky’s 1812 overture to fw Fyodor lol)

(Btw go watch my 15 Fyolai Astronomy mini Animatic on my page)

(This is Home will always have a special place in my heart)

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elizmanderson · 11 months

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queerness in The Remarkable Retirement of Edna Fisher

book description

when you’re an old woman armed with nothing but gumption and knitting needles, stopping a sorcerer from wiping out an entire dragon-fighting organization is a tall order. no one understands why 83-year-old Edna Fisher is the Chosen One, destined to save the Knights from a dragon-riding sorcerer bent on their destruction. after all, Edna has never handled a magical weapon, faced down a dragon, or cast a spell. and everyone knows the Council of Wizards always chooses a teenager—like the vengeful girl ready to snatch Edna’s destiny from under her nose.

still, Edna leaps at the chance to leave the nursing home. with a son long dead in the Knights’ service, she’s determined to save dragon-fighters like him & ensure other mothers don’t suffer the same loss she did. but as Edna learns about the abuse in the ranks & the sorcerer’s history, she questions if it’s really the sorcerer that needs stopping—or the Knights she’s trying to save.

find it here

okay let's talk about queerness in this book

did a thread on twitter in which I said "cishet" five hundred thousand times so will probably get banned lmao but anyway I wanted to share it here too

especially since it's late in Pride Month and I have yet to post anything anywhere about it BEING Pride Month and me being queer and my books being queer, bc I've been burnt out af. so what energy I've had has gone toward planning and writing

anyway

I say "queerness in" rather than "queer characters in" because I want to talk about queerness in the book more broadly, not least bc I'm a queer creator & this is a queer book, but I've had a lot of impostor syndrome about both those things.

I figured out I was queer later in life & am a woman-presenting person w/a male-presenting partner. I've questioned my gender & sexuality repeatedly & ID'd differently over time, which is why I like "queer." I don't have to re-explain myself a dozen times. I'm queer. that's that.

but having figured out my queerness later, and having a relationship that presents as cishet, it took a long time for me to overcome feelings of ~not being queer enough~ (and sometimes I still struggle with them).

similarly, my MC is an apparently* cishet woman, unlike the MCs of many books that appear on queer book lists at this time of year. just like I took a long time to start really engaging with my community bc I worried I wasn't ~queer enough,~ for a long time, I didn't call this a queer book bc I worried it wasn't ~queer enough~. if people asked if the book was queer, I'd reply with a laundry list of explicitly queer characters rather than saying yes

fuck that though lmao. this is a queer book. let me count the ways

1. found family

as found family is so important to many queer people - by connecting us to our community, by welcoming us when bio family casts us off - found family is central to REMARKABLE RETIREMENT. while there are queer romantic arcs, the found family is the most important relationship in the book.

2. queer labels

some characters get explicit labels. Benjamin is gay. Clem is ace. queer labels are important bc they give us the ability to describe our identities and experiences! however...

3. undefined queerness

while labels are important, queerness isn't about fitting into new boxes. it's about smashing the boxes apart.

even if characters don't have specific labels applied on-page, they're queer. they don't need to claim a specific label for that to be true.*

*caveat that some media avoids using labels to pander to queer audiences w/implied queerness without ~alienating~ cishets by stating "this character is Not Cishet"**

that's not what I mean

I mean e.g. in OFMD queerness is inherent even if WORDS like queer/ace/etc aren't used. OMitB is another example (specifically Mabel) and Good Omens is yet another.

**caveat to my caveat that some media is queer-coded & avoids queer labels rather than being explicitly queer because network execs or whoever won't allow explicit queerness.

this is not the fault of the creators. sometimes it can be hard to tell the difference.

but anyway.

in REMARKABLE RETIREMENT, several queer characters are queer without using specific labels.

in some cases this is bc it doesn't come up or isn't important to them to express in the moment. like Clem is bi, but she's not worried about being bi. she's worried about being ace, because she's still kind of questioning that about herself, and she's worried it might cause problems down the road if her crush is >:[ about her not wanting to have sex. so she uses the word "ace" to describe herself in this scene but not "bi," even though she's both.

in other cases it's bc they don't have the language. Kiernan's sense of attraction and desire is described in a way that seems graysexual or demisexual (or both), and Red's sense of desire is described in a way that seems ace-spec, but neither of them use those terms, because neither of them know those terms. despite the lack of terminology, many ace readers have identified multiple ace characters based on description or experience. the lack of a specific label doesn't make those characters less queer.

similarly, some characters have not yet had this realization about themselves. which leads us to...

4. questioning

okay, back to my first asterisk of the post.

Edna is by all appearances an old cishet woman.

for most of the story, that's how she seems. that's what SHE thinks, even. she's a cishet old grandma adopting every queer young person she can find.

BUT THEN

Clem explains aceness to her

and Edna has a brief crisis bc wait a minute this sounds like her??

ultimately, Edna has too much to worry about right now to spend time questioning whether, at the age of 83, she might be somewhere on the ace spectrum

so it doesn't come up again

but that moment of crisis is THERE, & that too is queer

5. queernormativity*

I write queernorm worlds, largely bc I viscerally hate coming out lmao

it doesn't mean everyone's a queer scholar

like Clem has to explain "ace" to Edna, bc Edna thinks blankly of a deck of cards & doesn't understand what that has to do with sex

but it DOES mean queer folks get to just be and do

*caveat that this is not remotely to imply that a story is less queer if its world ISN'T queernorm

it's just a way in which MY story is queer

6. all the queer characters

not gonna do a list (even though my original idea for Pride Month when I was young and optimistic and thought I'd have energy to do it way back when was a list of queer characters), but virtually every character in this book is queer in one way or another

on twitter this is where I ended because 6 seemed like a good number for Pride since June is the sixth month, but tumblr gets a bonus

7. the author is queer

happy pride, buy my queer book

#the remarkable retirement of edna fisher #e.m. anderson #e's writing #pride month #pride month books #queer book recs #book recs #fantasy books #indie author #2023 debuts #2023 books #queer is not a slur #adding that one simply bc I said 'queer' five hundred thousand times as well as cishet so just in case lol

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Hi sex witch, i realise that this is not an actual sex ed related question and I hope this isn't overstepping any bounds.

I'm sort of in a weird spot right now a la my sexuality and am trying to figure out if I actually want a relationship and if what I feel is romantic attraction or Friendship levelled up. I've known for a long time that I'm Demisexual or Ace, and I thought I knew that I still felt romantic attraction but now I'm less sure.

How did you come to realise that you were aromantic? In that discovery did you ever wonder if it was a sort of 'mental block' or something similar that would be better off working through? (I ask because I'm sort of stuck in that state of mind right now, and I'm just curious to see if it's a common experience or not)

I realise that this is a fairly sensitive topic, and I really don't mean offense by asking.

I also realise that no two people's experiences will be the same but I was interested in hearing about it from another person's perspective.

I hope you have a great day whether or not you give this ask the time of day.

I've asked you other things in the past and it's always been brilliantly helpful. Thanks a lot for everything you do.

hi anon,

no worries about overstepping boundaries :) this is a pretty reasonable thing to ask of someone, and I'm happy to talk about it!

there's a funny story that I tell about the moment I probably should have known, but didn't yet have the language. in sixth grade my class had an assignment that involved making a collage timeline of the rest of our lives (a proto-vision board of sorts) and I think I was the only kid in the class who didn't put getting married on my timeline. everyone else did, as far as I can remember, and most of them also included having kids. being a pedantic little fuck I pointed out to several of my friends that it was really unreasonable to assume they would find someone they liked enough to marry who liked them back, to which everyone told me (paraphrasing) to shut the fuck up and stop being a little bastard.

but it still seemed very strange to me, because even when I was very young - back when I barely had the language to conceptualize being gay, let alone aromantic - I never imagined my life with a romantic partner. romantic pairings were interesting in stories, sure, I ate that shit up from a very young age! the star-crossed lovers shit going on in American Dragon: Jake Long did a number on my developing brain, and my Barbies and Littlest Pet Shops got up to INSANE relationship drama, but for myself it never really felt, like, relevant? not unpleasant, just uninteresting.

but I still had crushes on people as I grew up, and more importantly I had crushes on people of various genders, so during my teen years I was WAY more preoccupied with repressing my burgeoning bisexuality than drawing any conclusions about my romantic orientation

spoilers: the bisexuality won.

in college I had a friend who identified as asexual at the time, who spent maybe a year trying to convince me that I was aromantic. and I didn't want to hear it! I don't know why, honestly; maybe some part of me, despite loving the community I had found coming into my queerness, was still subconsciously afraid of being too different and grappling with the consequences.

so instead I did this uuuuh real dirtbag thing where instead of just acknowledging to myself that I was pretty fundamentally uninterested in romantic relationships and that that's fine, I spent the first half of college leaning hard on self-deprecation to explain my single status. oh, me? why aren't I dating? well, I'd probably be a really bad partner. yeah, I suck. I mean, I'm so busy all the time! and I'm weird.

(at the time I know I definitely had friends who assumed I was Like That because my parents were divorced, which is hilarious old-fashioned and also categorically untrue. I was Like This way before my parents got divorced!)

it actually took a relationship ending pretty badly to make peace with the idea that maybe I didn't want a relationship at all. I won't get into the details on that, because it involves another person and we were both very young and accidentally hurt each other a lot in ways we didn't mean and I don't think anyone was the villain, but I don't want it to come across like I had one bad breakup and then swore off romance, a thing I'd previously been interested in, forever. it was more like I found myself in a really heightened situation - they really desperately needed a good and attentive romantic partner after getting out of a bad relationship, I wanted our friendship to stay exactly the same but with a sexual component - that made very, very obvious what I was actually looking for in non-platonic relationships. which was, I guess, actually pretty platonic relationships, but with genitals involved.

haha just kidding, I actually didn't get that part through my skull until I spent an entire summer crying constantly, dissociating frequently, and spending way too much time on BAD dates having even worse sex that made me feel gross! but we got there eventually.

that part probably isn't super relatable to you if you're somewhere in the ace realm, sorry about that.

anyway, once the dust settled and I felt halfway human again I was feeling vulnerable and open to change - finally willing to see myself in a new way and reckon with parts of myself that I hadn't been before. I remembered what my buddy had always said about me seeming Really Aromantic, and I let it settle on me. how would I feel, if I actually was aromantic? how would it change my life, how I thought about myself?

and if I can use a cliche with you? it felt like a weight rolling off my shoulders. I suddenly had a whole sturdy base to build a better understanding of myself on, an easy way to justify the way I lived that didn't require throwing myself under a bus.

thinking of myself through the lens of aromanticism felt like a huge, HUGE relief, and frankly I think that, more than anything, is the best way for anyone to decide if they should be applying any identity label to themselves. which brings us back to you! I actually don't believe in the model of sexuality and gender that posits a secret innate Right Answer buried in each person that they'll discover if the just find the right terminology. all of the words we use are the result of our time and place, right? people like us existed all through history with different words for themselves, and they'll exist way after us calling themselves things we can't imagine.

so basically: I came to realize I was aromantic because calling myself aromantic felt like loving myself, and if that's the case for you than I strongly recommend you do it, too.

happy pride xoxo

#queer stuff #aro #god i don't have an aro tag i'm a fake aromantic

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Hi Jen! I recently turned 30 and have never been in a relationship

In highschool and university I was more focused on school and extracurricular activities, and relationships didn't interest me all that much. Looking back I think it was because I didn't realize I was a lesbian, and the idea of dating boys didn't seem appealing. And maybe others saw that, as I was never asked out (by any gender), and to my knowledge, no one ever took interest in me.

In my early-20s I became interested in dating once I figured out my sexuality, and tried a few dating apps and meeting new people. But nothing really came from it. I have zero experience in dating and flirting, and I have no idea what it's like to be romanced or flirted with. Just like in highschool and university, no one had ever asked me out or seem genuinely interested in me. The older I get and the more Valentine's day I see passing by as a single person, the less hopeful I feel.

It sounds silly and stupid, but I feel like I'm unlovable. Can't see a future where someone falls in love with me, and vice versa; it's so easy to just give up the hope that this loneliness will end.

I don't know what I'm asking for here - reassurance that I'm not alone in this? reassurance that I will be OK being alone? Are there others who went through similar situations and found happiness?

On a different topic: where did you get your rainbow frog necklace? I study frogs and have tried looking for that necklace everywhere.

Thank you so much!

The only dating I did in high school was with one boy whom I met at a campground one summer. He was perfect because I was not interested but also wanted to look like I liked boys. He lived about 40 minutes away and was a farm kid so our time together was very limited. It saved me from having to constantly make up excuses like “I am sick” or “I can’t kiss because I have a cold sore starting”. Any time we were together I ducked and dodged his advances and he was a gentleman about it, never pushing my boundaries.

In college I finally admitted I liked women but was nowhere near confident enough to come out. I dated one boy, on one date and never was asked again, by man or woman which was disheartening on some level BUT also a relief because I was having fun with my friends (who were all dating off and on) and was not ready for any sort of relationship. I definitely didn’t want a boy asking me and girls scared the hell out of me. I have been told by many of my older lesbian (and some younger) friends that being intimidated by women, especially those we find attractive or interesting, is normal and expected for many of us.

Lesbians are often way behind in dating etiquette and practice simply because we often don’t date in high school or college (at least not anyone we want to). We wait until young adulthood and independence to wade into the dating pool. Lacking dating or relationship experience seems more prevalent the older we are. But I have noticed some of the “in the middle” lesbians (30 to 40ish) are really struggling with finding each other, dating and feeling confident enough to ask others out. It seems a fair amount of my friends find themselves single after a long relationship (often their first serious one) in that age bracket OR are just now coming out as “late in life lesbian” and have no idea how to even get started.

I would say you are in good company no matter the reasons you haven’t been in a relationship. You could be dealing with any number of obstacles but the good news is you can handle them. You might be a bit intimidating, either from your stature or your confidence. You might be just limited in the amount of women you are exposed to therefore your dating pool is a bit stifled. Or you maybe just haven’t had the luck of meeting someone who was the right person at the right time.

As per usual I would suggest getting to lesbian/women events. Try women’s festivals or local concerts featuring women singers or entertainers. These events will attract a wide array of lesbians and bi women and at least you could meet some more like minded women. Just ask. If you see a woman at the gay bar or at a non profit fundraiser or at a concert, say hello and introduce yourself. At worst they aren’t interested and you have lost nothing but a minute. You might not end up on a date but you could make a new friend.

The beauty of women’s festivals is that almost everyone there is lesbian or bi (not all but for once we are in the majority). AND it is perfectly acceptable to meet and make friends and the more you expand your friend circle the better for you. Many women meet compatible partners through other friends.

Dating apps are an option. I can’t speak for them because I have not used one but I hear they are loaded with people looking for one night stands etc, which does not seem like what you are looking for at this stage in your life. So while they are an easy way to meet others looking to date you might have to wade through a lot of muck to find someone worthy of your time and energy.

It never hurts to ask friends to keep their eyes open. They might assume you are happily single and therefore don’t say anything but you never know who they know. You can do this and you will be fine. It just might take a little work putting yourself out there on social media, dating apps and at events.

The necklace was made for me by my friend Weird Dan who was an artist and leathersmith. IT had to be reconditioned with new leather and some repair on the beads over covid. My girlfriend at the time found this little frog charm so when the repair was done I had it placed in the center. I have not taken it off for years except for the repairs. You can google “frog charm” or “antique silver frog charm pendant” and some will come up. It is nothing expensive but I love it all the more because of who gave it to me.

Remember You deserve someone who has mutual passion and love for you. Don’t rush, don’t settle and be honest with yourself and you will be okay.

#lesbian #dating #inexperience #lonely

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post the meta op - @ludwigbeilschmidts (and tag me pls)

As requested, @ludwigbeilschmidts;

So it took me a bit to figure this out, but I've decided to approach this as a general analysis and brief overview from my perspective so you're going to have to forgive me for being a bit rambling lmao

(Cw for discussions of historical gender and misogyny)

One of the things that struck me when doing research that Prussia was, as a nation, pretty weird in its concept of gender. I’ll mostly be focusing on Frederican Prussia here because that has the most meat to chew on and is what I’m most familiar with:

Interpreting Gil as a trans dude (so much as the concept can be applied to an early modern context) puts him in such an interesting position re: the toxic hypermasculine chauvinism of the martial culture of Prussia, and especially the contemporary standards of manhood. Masculinity was a performance and a duty, and within Fritz’ personal circle it was explicitly homosocial, homoerotic, and homosexual — Fritz himself was a raging misogynist to the point he managed to alienate and offend potential allies into turning against him by being a crude and often cruel chauvinist.

It's an interesting point to note that FW1 (Fritz' father) and his brand of extremely austere, no-frills-attached masculinity was, as similar to "modern" misogyny as it is, an aberration for the time. In the 1700s masculinity was - at least in aristocratic circles - very much typified by "effete" homosociality, high levels of personal grooming and pomp, and a personal cultivation of interest in high arts and culture.

It’s that “performance” of masculinity that interests me re: HWS Prussia, and even if he were a cis man I do believe he would be operating under a sense of gender identity that would be foreign and register as “queer” to the modern reader. He’s a soldier so he performs his duty as is expected of him, and I feel like that echoes into the other elements of his identity: gender and sexuality.

Which brings me back to my preference for interpreting him as a trans man within the the context of what he represents and why I find it narratively fascinating and fulfilling — What does this mean for him? Where does Gilbert begin and end within the performance of duty and manhood of his nation? Does he find familiarity within the “effete”, homosocial structure of Frederican era masculinity, or does he prefer the later, stricter gendered lines? He knows he’s not a woman, but what makes him a man?

There’s something to be said about the contrast between the homoerotic manhood of the Enlightenment Era and the homosexual scandals of Imperial Germany but this post has gotten long enough already and I don’t think I’ve really said anything much at all in the first place.

There’s really so much to consider and I didn’t even touch on the neurotic and bizarre gendered fanaticism of the Knights (@makwandis would be a fantastic person to ask about this!), or the recurring Cassandras within Prussian folklore, the interpersonal dynamic of being Ludwig's creator (father, mother, brother), or the delirious genderfuck of the Weimar Republic. Maybe those posts will be written at a later date if people are interested.

Thank you so so so much for the ask, I hope I’ve managed to give you something to chew on, this is really one of my favourite topics ❤️

#hws prussia #mine #historical hetalia #i didn't cover everything because it would genuinely be a thesis level essay and this took me long enough already #from the askbox #my writing

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Unfamiliar Territory (Stephen Strange x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Gender Neutral Reader For the pride prompt: Asexual reader willing to engage in some sexual activity with a partner trying to find a way that satisfies both their needs and preferences Rating: Explicit Words: 1307 POV: Second Summary: You’re not comfortable with sex, but you do wanna try something with your boyfriend Dr Stephen Strange. Notes: Happy Belated Pride! See all works for pride 2022 here. This reuest came in later, so I took my sweet time with it. The reader is not explicitly asexual, but is uncomfortable with being touched in a sexual way. Reader is on top of Stephen more than once, so this work may not be plus-size friendly, depending on how you imagine it. Tags: fluff and smut, these bitches so in love, blowjob, butt touching, first time, zero spoilers for any movie and Stephen should try some pineapple

“I got you,” you mused into your boyfriend’s face. “You got me,” he chuckled back.

You loosened up his hair, the water keeping it slicked back no match for your fingers. Stephen let you, smiling lovestruck at you, as you were on top of him. His hands lay flat on the mattress. There was a slight tremble in his hands. He lied rigidly on the bed, eyes trained on you. You shared his nerves, so you decided to stick to familiarity for now. You mussed up his hair, enjoyed the soft strands running between your fingers. Then, you kissed him and rolled off him to lay your head on his shoulder.

Stephen swung his arm around you and let his hand rest on the small of your back. Before you could chicken out and turn this into an accidental cuddle session, you spoke up. “Touch my butt.” He turned his head, both bemused and amused, while his hand tentatively slipped lower, until it was resting on your behind. “I mean more like… grope me?” Stephen shifted until you were both on your sides on the bed. His hand took a good grab at your left cheek, squeezing a little.

“Like this?” You nodded. Stephen grinned and pulled you closer by the butt, his hand feeling around the area, tracing the slope, running a finger right above the edge of your underwear. “May I?” He had one finger underneath the fabric, waiting for consent to continue what he started below the clothes.

You hesitated and he pulled his hand away. “No, no, keep your hand there,” you assured him as you put his hand back on your derrière. “Sorry, I kind of have no idea what I’m comfortable with yet.” You could see Stephen was about to chicken out instead of you and suggest you’d wait until you did figure it out. It was more likely that Captain America himself bursted through your door and claimed to be your long lost son, than you figuring something out for once. Therefore, you did not allow Stephen to even make the suggestion you knew he was about to make. “But I’d like to figure that out with you… now.”

Your boyfriend let out a shaky breath and then nodded. “What do you need from me?” Screw him and his hard questions. You let out the longest ‘uuuhhh’ in your life. Long enough that Stephen decided to take over for you on your thinking. “Okay, how about we try something over the clothes?”

You nodded and allowed Stephen to direct you into a new position. Well, not exactly new. Being in Stephen’s lap was familiar territory. Having him hold you close while he explored your mouth was just as familiar. His hand then found its way back to your ass, squeezing and pushing you against him. You got the idea and followed his lead, rubbing yourself against him while you hummed against his lips.

Time was no longer a thing as you felt the stimulation through your pyjamas. Heavy breaths mixed as you tangoed with hips and lips. Then all of the sudden, a moan echoed through the room. It wasn’t yours. The red face in front of you made it easy to guess whose it was. “That,” you started, unsure of what was going to come out of your mouth next, “was really… hot actually. Can I…? Can I touch you? Like… under the clothes?”

Stephen nodded, head visibly still reeling from the sound he just made. You slid off his lap and placed your hands on his hips, which he lifted for you. You pulled his pyjama pants and underwear off in a staccato movement that left his semi-hard cock exposed to the chilly bedroom air. “Are you going to take anything off?” You pulled off your shirt in response. It was nothing he had not seen before, but you were not ready for more unfamiliar territory yet. Your lovely man did not ask for more. You ran your hands up his thighs and rested them on his hips. His heavy shaft resided between your hands on his abdomen.

Stephen’s eyes were hooded as he looked down at you. A rosy glow adorned his cheeks. You looked away from his gaze. Seeing it up close planted ideas in your head and before you could overthink it, you leaned down and licked a stripe up his cock. Stephen gasped above you, mumbling something you did not quite catch. The skin had a salty tang to it, but it was not unpleasant. You licked again and the man underneath you rewarded you with a bitten back groan. “I assume this is ok?” You giggled between long, drawn out licks over his length.

Stephen huffed. “A little unexpected, but very much pleasant,” he replied, hands clenching into the sheets below him. There was a smile hidden in the lips he kept clenched between his teeth. With the saliva coating his cock, you started stroking it. His quiet sounds were all the positive affirmation you needed. While you pleased him with one hand, you leaned further down and decided to give his balls a little licking as well. The increase in volume told you enough.

There was so much to do with just your hands and tongue. You licked the head while you stroked the rest of the length. You traced the ridge of the head with the tip of your tongue. You sucked on the frenum. When you took one of his balls in your mouth, you felt his legs shake around you. “I’m close,” he warned, though there was no instruction of ‘keep going’ or ‘stop’.

You knew what came next in porn. Surely that would be the preferred next action. “Will you cum in my mouth?” You heard him curse more whole-heartedly than you had ever heard him curse before. You guided his hand to his cock and stuck your tongue out.

“It tastes awful.” “Can’t be that bad.” “I’m serious.” “Prove it.”

“Fuck,” he groaned as he started to vigorously stroke himself, the tip of his cock touching your tongue. “Fuck it, if you insist.” You smiled as you waited for him to finish. It took longer than you had anticipated, but eventually Stephen made the most primal sounds you had ever heard and spilled his seed into your mouth.

He was right. It did taste awful. You let him finish and then grabbed your shirt from beside you to spit his semen in. You heard Stephen laugh while you wiped your mouth. “I told you,” he chuckled with an infuriating grin. You scowled at him and then crawled on top of him to kiss him. You had hoped he would taste his cum, but you doubted it by the way he held you close to have your lips on his for longer.

When you finally parted, a string of saliva kept you connected. “I think it is your turn now,” Stephen whispered, voice lower than usual. It would have been very sexy, were it not for the immediate response of every nerve in your body going ‘oh no’. Your boyfriend must have noticed you tensing up, because his hands were no longer moving down your body, but up your arms instead. “Unless you don’t want to,” he added rapidly, thumbs rubbing over your exposed shoulders.

“I uh… I think this was enough unfamiliar territory for one day and uh… I actually think I much prefer touching you than the other way around.” You scratched at your face, eyes avoiding his. One hand moved from your shoulder to cup your face. An understanding smile painted Stephen’s face, making you sigh in relief. With just one smile, Stephen was telling it all. You could touch him all you wanted and if you ever wanted him to, he’d touch you too.

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echonvoid · 4 months

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My version of the Poppy Playtime protagonist. They’re based on Aliens Ripley but if older. They couldn’t remember a whole bunch from the week or so around the Hour of Joy; they were attacked by Huggy and managed to make it right outside the front doors with the help of one of the other employees, who, valiantly (read *stupidly*) ran back inside to try to help. He never came back out. Anyway, Protag was found by paramedics, but the inside was empty of bodies by the time they got there. There was a shit load of blood, and after a brief scan by the cops, they just shut that shit down. They lost a couple cops and paramedics, but mostly used their instincts and ran. Like smart people who survive a horror movie.

So the protagonist ends up in a couple month long coma and comes out of it with a severed nerve that connects to their larynx. Now they haven’t been able to properly talk for 30 years (ignore my math, I’m still unsure how I fucked it up so bad)

I can’t decide if they’re late 50s or 60s. They’re farsighted, but their reading glasses have broke, so it’s really hard to see all the small faded text (which is why you can’t just read any ole file while playing)

They feel guilty bc they had been so proud to be a part of something with so much benefit and joy to kids, and now they’re finding out the actual *EVIL* that was happening to those with connection to the place. They feel guilty bc they feel like they should’ve known; *how could they have let this all happen right underneath their very nose*;etc. etc. they also have a burning hatred for the other managerial heads in the company (they themselves being head of toy production; their name is destroyed bc the prototype was enraged that one of the five main evils of the company got away or some shit like that)

It took them a while to figure out how to live and function without speech; and after a few years of slogging through a comphet (compulsory heteronormative) marriage, they finally went through a nasty divorce. Shortly after they figured out their own gender identity (or at least started the awkward process of) and their own sexuality.

Thirty years later (almost on the dot) they got the message and tape that cried for help from the factory and nearly shit themselves. Proto definitely assumed that the company had just shut down, cuz you know that the cops were paid to keep a building with almost 500 (or so) employees, that went missing and were presumably dead, under wraps from the public. They’re definitely super grateful they’ve been doing tumbling and martial arts classes, so they have been in incredible shape and can do all the crazy shit required to stay alive.

Edit: this is what I’m gonna call the Survivor AU cuz I realize that the game takes place in 2005 and not, like, 2025. And we apparently played hooky during the “hour of joy” in canon lore. Oh well

God this chapter fucked me up, in a good way. It was spooky as fuck, tense and terrifying; they’ve super upped the quality. But now I have just enough brain rot and characters to attach to to actually go through and draw up the design that’s been banging around in my head for ever.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #the protagonist #the protagonist poppy playtime #fanart #poppy playtime fanart #the protagonist fanart #disabled headcanon #damn I love ripley from aliens #the fight between her and the xenomorph queen is a big inspiration for this #nonbinary #possibly canon nonbinary character #the brainrot is real #chapter 3 is actually damn unnerving #poppy’s angel #survivor au #the hour of joy

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waywardcyptid · 3 days

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Considering I am new to alter humanity and don't have enough energy to figure out any more of my identity I'm going to leave this list with some notes here and would appreciate if someone could chat with me about them.

Dragon Kin - Night Fury specific - Definitely something I feel is a part of me but only during stress and times when I want to feel free - Coping link.

Android/Robot Kin - I have no idea where this came from, I've never really even liked droids or had any particular interest in them so idfk. It was after listening to a specific song it felt like a system reset and this popped into my brain - Concept kin maybe?

Eldritch being - Parts of me are so confusing and often don't fit together and I've always felt a bit like a alien that I wonder if it's just easier to say that I'm a being beyond human comprehension.

FictionKin - I thought me and Hiccup (from httyd) were the same being for a while but it's starting to feel less like that. I think it was just the hyperfixation talking.

Wolf Kin - I don't think I'm a therian I don't fit the description but sometimes I miss the forest and just being able to run around and I stim with my legs and usually it feels like a tail in my head (idk if that made sence)

OCkin - some of the oc's or sonas I make feel really real, like I've come straight from that version of the story I've placed myself in - might just be my escapism talking idfk - also might be my hyperfixation talking.

Idk what the fuck I am and it took me so long and so much heart ache to figure out my sexuality and gender that I don't have the energy to figure out the other parts of my identity.

help

#alterhuman #otherkin #alter humanity #alterhumanity #copinglink #coping link #ockin #wolfkin #eldritch #eldritchkin #cryptidkin #non human #dragon kin #androidkin #robotkin

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prettybillycore · 2 years

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Stranger Things LBGTQ+ Headcanons

Eddie Munson

Sexuality: Omniromantic, Grayasexual. He would like the term omniro because omni people typically have a large, defined preference. I think his preference would be man/masculine aligned people. He would shorthand and say gay/mlm if he wasn't in a place where he felt like having a long conversation about sexuality. I could also see him as polyamorous, though he would like a smaller polycule.

Gender Identity: Masculine Aligned, Non-Binary

Pronouns: He/Him, He/They, They/Them

Billy Hargrove

Sexuality: Queer. He would explain himself as Gay/Bi/Pan and I don't feel like he would be attached to any particular label. He really likes being in mlm relationships and polycules. Definitely polyamorous.

Gender Identity: Genderfluid, Non-Binary

Pronouns: He/They, He/They/She

***Note: I have been seeing posts about Trans Girl!Billy and I also absolutely love that headcanon. Any creators who work within that headcanon, I thank you for your content.

Steve Harrington

Sexuality: Bisexual. You cannot convince me that he does not experience attraction to men. I think he tends to lean toward women, but he definitely likes men. It took him a while to figure it out and come to terms with it, but Billy was definitely his gay awakening. He's very thankful for that. He would totally be cool with a poly relationship, it would just take him time to adjust to the idea if he had never considered it before.

Gender Identity: Cis Man

Pronouns: He/Him

Robin Buckley

Sexuality: Lesbian (is also lesbian in canon; confirmed). I could also see her using the terms Neptunic and Demisexual.

Gender Identity: Demi-girl, Non-Binary

Pronouns: She/They or They/Them

Nancy Wheeler

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender Identity: Cis Woman

Pronouns: She/Her

Jonathan Byers

Sexuality: Hetero, LGBTQ Ally

Gender Identity: Cis Man

Pronouns: He/Him

Author's Note:

Hello, Y'all!

the supernatural x stranger things fic is coming along nicely! I'm not going to be finished with the first part tonight because I'm not feeling well enough to write that much, so I thought I would give you some wholesome lgbtq stranger things headcanons!

disclaimer: these are my thoughts as an lgbt person about the characters' sexualities/gender identities. I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments, but do not be rude please! we are allowed to have differences of opinion. Tho, if anyone tries to tell me that robin is into men I will delete your comments. thank youuuu <3

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needlereads · 2 years

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Artifice | Part 4

SoftDark! Mob!Ari x WOC!Reader

Summary: Your summer fling turns out to be mob leader Ari Levinson. He wants you for keeps. He’s also looking for revenge against your family.

Warnings: 18+ only, dub con, vaginal sex, explicit sexual content, soft!dark

Notes: This multipart fic will not be told in chronological order. It’s also set in 1950ish era mostly for the aesthetics in my mind so you’ll see some traditional gender role/family dynamic references.

Thank you for coming along this ride and piecing together the various past and present fragments as you read!

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(back then)

“Please excuse us, Mr. Levinson. I need my sister urgently.”

You tried ignoring the weight of Ari’s smug gaze upon your back, pulling Maria with you across the large, ornately lit room.

She stubbornly dug her stilettos into the floor.

You asked, “Why was he talking to you?”

“What is this nonsense?” Maria asked you. “I was having a lovely time with Ari.”

“How do you know A-- Mr. Levinson?” You stuttered. “He’s not from around here, isn’t that right?”

Your sister was clearly interested in Ari as she shared what she had learned about his background, his wealth, his lack of marital status. Under other circumstances, you would have understood, perhaps even been happy for her.

“He seems like a bit of a flirt,” you tried.

“He’s certainly charming.”

“Maria, please. He’s not a good person.”

“How would you know this?” She studied you a moment, gaze narrowed.

“I – well, I’ve heard things. There are customers who come to the restaurant…”

She waved a hand dismissively. “Rumors. A powerful man cannot escape gossip and I’m sure there are plenty who envy Ari’s power.” A little smirk graced her lips. “I’m not afraid of gossip, not when I might stand at Ari Levinson’s side. I suppose then I might face some envy myself.”

Maria met your eyes once more, a perfect brow arched. She was suggesting you might envy her?

“That’s not…” You shook your head. You couldn’t let her continue to covet a spot at Ari’s side – because he was bad news for her and for your family. “Look, we barely know this man. Mother and Father might have heard of him, and they might not like you being around him either.”

This earned you a breathy laugh.

“Don’t worry. Father knows all about Ari Levinson.”

“He does?” Erich knew of Ari? Since when? How could your step-father be involved with such illicit business dealings? While you tried to formulate a question vague enough that wouldn’t disclose how much you knew, Maria raised her chin up at the server who approached you two.

“A recommendation from the gentleman in blue,” the server indicated.

You looked over. Ari raised his glass towards the two of you.

Preening, Maria sent him a sultry smirk and accepted a glass of champagne.

“No, thank you.” Indignant, you turned your back on Ari.

“They’re drawing up a business contract. So really you needn’t worry. Besides, I can take care of myself.”

You were helpless, taking in this news while Maria ambled back to the bar.

Ari and Erich were going to sign a contract? He had his clutches this deep in your family already?

You needed to think. You needed quiet and to figure out a plan of action.

You took the exit stairwell, winding down one floor when you heard a ruckus at the door to the next level. Wondering if someone was in need of help, you pulled the door open.

The next moment, you’re yanked across the hall and into a dark room.

The hand pressed to your mouth kept you from forming coherent words.

“Shh. It’s me.”

Ari.

A bare light bulb flickered on. You sagged a little, then shook your head until his hand fell from your face.

“What are you doing?” you demanded. There was little space for the two of you in this maintenance closet. Already, the heat emanating from his body overwhelmed you. How long had it been since you were alone with Ari.

No, that wasn’t important. You needed to get out, away from Ari. Away from the muscle memory that urged you sink into his arms.

It wasn’t up to you. As you backed away, you stumbled on a stack of buckets and Ari closed in around you to keep you upright – right against him.

“Ari,” you admonished. “What—"

“Wanted to see you.” He flashed that smile at you before burying his face in the side of your neck.

You squeaked, arching at the insistent prodding of his nose. His breath tickled while his beard sent shivers down your spine. “Ari, d-don’t.”

He hummed, soft kisses ghosting along your neck up to your jaw and then behind your ear. You squirmed, but he merely craned to the other side the better to greedily rub his lips to as much of you as possible, his beard an abrasive reminder of how familiar he was with your body.

He pulled a deep breath of your scent, pleasantly warm with you in his embrace.

This wasn’t right. You bit your lip hard, a reminder of the painful reality of this man.

You grumbled and pushed at him. “What do you want?”

Ari took you in, the rigid line of your lips, the disgust pooling in your eyes. He took a deep breath. It wouldn’t due to lose himself here and now, no matter how much he wanted to kiss away your discontent. He straightened up, keeping his hands on you, looking at you down his nose.

“Had a good chat with your sister?”

Glowering, you tilted your chin up, resolute. “Leave her alone.”

He gave you a sympathetic pout. “Where’s the fun in that? She was very clear in her interest to get to know me better.”

Your mouth parted in dismay. Ari couldn’t help licking his lips.

“Would that bother you?” Oh, he could see anxiety wear on your features. He wanted it to bother you. Anything to indicate you weren’t lost to him.

“You can’t!”

“Because you want to protect her? Or because you don’t want to share me?”

Again, your mouth opened and then closed, unwilling to form a response to his audacious claims.

“I don’t want you,” you gritted out.

His eyes twinkled, clearly not believing you. “We’ll see.”

Gripping the nape of your neck, Ari held you still so he could claim your lips. Hungrily, he suckled at the pillowy softness of your lips. You couldn’t breathe. You gasped, panting as he deepened the kiss and licked into your mouth.

You knew this was wrong. You knew you shouldn’t be here with Ari, this man who entered each room with a mask on, who had withheld vital information from you and felt no remorse. You knew you should regret every second you had already spent with him. You knew his touch shouldn’t feel this good.

(Now)

His touch felt so good. Resistance, sanity, all was wrung from you as Ari's mouth stoked your sex with unforgiving sparks of pleasure. Digging his tongue deep in you, he groaned with relish.

You had arrived early afternoon to the beachside cottage. Passed down from Ari’s mother’s family, it was private, cozy and retaining that ageless classic touch.

You insisted on exploring the quiet streets of the nearby town, having promised your little brother gifts. In your cropped slacks and sleeveless blouse, sun already highlighting your complexion, your loveliness was unimpeded. The sea air seemed to relax you. You didn't complain as Ari held your hand at all times. It was more than his vigilance -- after all, his men kept a constant perimeter watch around you both. No, when it came to his affections, Ari had no reason to restrain himself. Especially now.

After an early dinner, you thought you might visit the market closer to the beach. You freshened up back at your private room and went to grab your wallet and instead Ari was there crowding against you.

He had promised a honeymoon – to you and to himself.

You’re breathless from Ari’s demanding kiss, all consuming and burning with how his mouth claimed yours. His weight pressed you down, fingers squeezing into your flesh to imprint the feel of you into his palms. His hands and lips eager to explore you, uninterested in worldly experiences this evening that did not involve your naked beauty unfurling under his hands.

He broke away, leaving you gasping. Large hands gripped your thighs, yanked you to the edge of the mattress. He watched you as he nudged your entrance, all slippery and puffy, with the tip of his cock. He had worked you up with his mouth and tongue til you dripped and your scent clung to his beard.

You gasped as he pushed in. With agonizing intent, he buried himself as deep as possible into you.

“Fuck. Gonna give it to you…”

His hands dug hard into the meat of your thighs, holding your lower half suspended off the mattress and spread wide for him while he fucked you hard. Loud smacks of his pelvis meeting yours, his tight balls and taut pelvis bouncing against your ass and thighs. Your whimpers and cries answering his growl, “Mine. This’s all mine.”

Your back arched at the pleasure striking your core, arching like a sinful offer that made Ari even more ravenous.

His thick cock filled you without mercy, so much girth invading the sensitive heat in you, rubbing every pleasure spot. Your arms spread wide, grasping at the tangle of sheets with hardly any control over your own body that simply responded to the intense onslaught of desire. Ari never let up, keeping you tilted so his cock could hit that sweetest spot, blazing a fire in you until you were whining with release; your body clenched with electric delight that had you clutching one breast. The holy angles and telltale tightening of your orgasm – Ari’s vision clouded with need, savage need for more.

You milked him so tight, Ari moaned and pounded into you harder and faster. You belonged to him. He would never have enough of you. Would always hunger for the wet heat of your perfect cunt.

You quaked and panted as his relentless pace kept you on edge. The pad of a finger stroking your sensitive clit had you coming in another burst, that glorious and addicting itch scratched so maddeningly by him and only him. He snarled, unable to hold himself back. Slamming deep, his entire body tensed with how good you made him feel, his cum shooting uncontrollably, again and again, flooding you.

He panted, grinded against you, savored the extra heat of his cum gushing inside you. His seed dripped along his cock as it pumped out of you again and again, dribbling into a mess on the sheets.

His eyes drank you in, little mewls escaping your sweating body.

That night, he half-covered you, loosely spooning from behind and weighing you down with one heavy leg and an arm that stretched with yours, fingers threaded between yours – the better to fill you with his cock even as you slept.

Now that you were his in name and the two of you officially on honeymoon, Ari’s only plans involved pleasuring you and coaxing you into accepting his heart.

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wing-ed-thing · 2 years

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Senioritis: Table 4 (Hidan x Reader, Chapter VI)

Synopsis: You were officially stuck with Hidan for the last semester of your senior year of high school. You’re determined to spend as little time with the obnoxious flirt as possible.

Word Count: 4k

Tags/Warnings: Language, Characters are Legal Adults, Crude Humor, American!High School AU, Jock!Hidan, Nerd!Reader, Modern AU, Gender Neutral Reader, Mention of Adult Themes, Discussion of Sexual Themes, Bullying

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI

Notes: I had to start making my own gifs because I ran out of ones where Hidan looks like a normal person. I think this chapter was the longest so far at a whopping 4k! No wonder it took so long!

It turns out, you would talk longer.

You just didn’t expect Sasori to pick up your conversation four days later.

In your home.

Unannounced.

The door to your bedroom burst open, the knob hitting the wall with enough force to surely leave a dent. You shot up in your bed with a panicked shout, sleepy mind barely registering Sasori storming through the door. You made a panicked reach for the lamp on your nightstand. You wielded it, holding it over your head like a maniac (the plug also slipping out of the socket) before the situation sank into your tired brain.

“What the fuck?!” you screamed.

“I need to talk to you,” he demanded, voice ever-stern and matter of fact. You rubbed your eyes, blinking at Sasori’s medium sized form. He stood in the center of your room, hand on the strap of his backpack slung over his shoulder and otherwise unbothered. You were, on the other hand, very bothered. Sasori scoped out your room, idly and silently judging your collections of various knicknacks. You lowered your weapon, returning it to its spot by your bed before picking up your phone to check the time. “You should answer your door when someone knocks, you know. What if there was an emergency?”

“Is there an emergency?” You muttered some swear words under your breath. Sasori better have a good reason for showing up unannounced on a Sunday morning. You breathed a sigh of relief that you were fully clothed. In pajamas, but still clothed. Sasori’s knee bent at the slightest degree. The palm of his free hand motioned wildly in the air by his hip while he gritted his teeth.

“Yes, of course there is. Why else would I be talking to you right now?” You met his stare, but rolled your eyes as you passed him. An expression of bewilderment crossed Sasori’s pale features. He turned, looking in the direction in which you disappeared, jaw slacked. “And the key under the mat? It’s like you’re asking to get murdered in your sleep.” Sasori followed you to the doorway of your bathroom but stopped short as you partially closed the door, leaving only enough space to stick your head out.

“Sasori,” you snipped shortly. “If it’s not important, you can wait.”

You didn’t bother to look at his face as you closed the door. Sasori crossed his arms, shoulders tensing before sinking with a silent sigh. He leaned against the wall, opening his mouth before closing it. Sasori’s head hung down in resignation.

“I need advice.” Silence came from the other side of the door. Sasori shifted in acute annoyance. “I need advice about a—” He stopped short, getting acutely frustrated. — “Someone. I need advice about someone.” The bathroom door creaked open the slightest bit. A toothbrush stuck out from your lips as you gazed upon the redhead curiously.

“Sasori… are you asking me for dating advice?” Sasori scoffed, stood up straight and began to leave.

“Never mind.”

You turned towards the sink to spit before returning to the open door.

“You’re the one who came to me, you know,” you called before rinsing your toothbrush and placing it back in its spot. Sasori’s shuffle halted from a distance away. You drummed the pads of your fingers against the doorway, wondering if you should say anything else or if you should simply leave him to his thoughts. More often than not, Sasori usually figured his problems out by himself. You knew he preferred it that way.

Sasori hadn’t been a deliberate friend, but an appreciated and valued one nonetheless. He had always been around, a natural part of your life. After all, you and Deidara had always been close and Sasori was always around to eavesdrop and spit out a snarky comment when warranted. Granted, most of the time it was very much unwarranted, but one thing you had to admire about Sasori was his carefully aggressive honesty. And now you were all in high school. You were adults soon going off into the world and Sasori had somehow become one of your most trusted confidants— which he found easy considering he only listened to you half the time.

You went to change, still aware of the stillness in your home. Sasori hadn’t moved. Sasori and stubbornness came in a matching set. You had told him over the years that it would do him some good to open up a bit more, but as to be expected, he never listened to you. You almost felt bad for him and the irony was completely lost on you.

“For the low, low price of buying us lunch I will give you all the answers your little heart desires,” you said as you settled back into your room. A grumpy Sasori slowly slinked into your doorway. He crossed his arms, small patches of red blossoming on his face as he gritted his teeth. Always one to have the answers, Sasori looked completely lost. You could see it; his lack of direction was slowly eating away at him.

“No way I’m driving,” he muttered.

“Take out then. Get it delivered.”

“If we’re ordering in you pay the delivery fee and all that bullshit.” Sasori’s chest heaved, the gears in his head grinding as he weighed needing your help versus the dent you would leave in his wallet. He shook his head and, once again, invited himself into your bedroom. His backpack hit your floor with a thud and by the time you turned around, Sasori had already resigned himself to the massive carnival bear in the corner of your room. A little baggie from Deidara’s cafe peaked out from Sasori’s bag. You stood and snatched it before sitting down again next to the second broken man you’ve had to deal with that week. You sighed.

“So… how’d you meet?”

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“Okay, but did he say ‘guess he wanted an easier challenge’ in… I don’t get that shit. How did he say it?” Sasori ran his hands through his hair which had been sprawled out on the giant teddy bear for the past two hours. His slender fingers gingerly avoided the borrowed bandana in his hair, ensuring that none of his red strands touched his face. You both still had ten minutes on your face masks. You reached for your phone.

“No, no.” You waved your hand nonchalantly. “This was over Instagram.”

“Show me.” Sasori made no effort to sit up from his lax posture. Rather, he stuck out his hand impatiently as you scrolled through your phone. You dropped it into his palm, ignoring the exaggerated sigh he let blow from his chest, and stuffed a french fry into your mouth. Sasori inspected the screen with a scowl before he made a motion to tap the screen. You almost made a motion to snatch your phone back.

“Hey, don’t accidentally call him,” you warned. Sasori peaked out from behind the screen, scowl ever-present. He sank deeper into the bear. The glow from your phone increased, making Sasori’s mud mask glint.

“Why would I call him?” He tapped the screen some more, despite the fact that the whole of your and Obito’s conversation barely took up the length of the phone. Sasori lowered it, eyebrows scrunched in scrutiny. “You replied ‘thank you’?” You rolled your eyes with a groan and flopped down onto a small hoard of random pillows you accumulated.

“I didn’t know what to say, okay? Sue me.” Sasori tossed your phone back. You recoiled as it hit the stuffed animal in front of your face with a gentle thump. Sasori plucked a chip from the reserve that sat neatly on a napkin on his chest. He chewed in contemplation, still quiet. “So, do you think he was trying to be a dick, or—?” Sasori shook his head.

“Obito’s always a dick.” He inspected a few more chips, holding them by the sides so as to not get salt on the pads of his fingers. From what you’ve observed, only particular shapes were acceptable to the National Honors Society’s grumpiest tutor. He reached up and tentatively patted his cheek, causing green to stain his skin. “Is it time to take these off?”

“—No, we have a few more minutes— I haven’t even talked to Obito before. Like maybe once or twice but not enough for… whatever that was. What do you think Hidan was playing at?” Sasori heaved himself up, his little napkin of chip pieces neatly gathered between his fingers. His hair stuck up in different directions around his head like a tired halo.

“You put the wrong time in the timer. I can feel my skin drying up.” Sasori ignored you as he stood and made his way to the bathroom in the hallway. You couldn’t say you were surprised, but you nonetheless couldn’t help but gape a bit. You scrambled up and followed him, messages still pulled up as you gestured to the countdown clock.

“The package said twelve minutes and I put in exactly twelve minutes.” Sasori had already found the face towels. You stood in the doorway, tapping your foot. Arms crossed, you stuck up your nose. “I was thinking that they were playing some sort of… disgusting game.” Sasori shrugged.

“Could be.” He rinsed his face. Your heart sank, the pang of disappointment hitting you directly in your chest. You tried not to let your face fall. Little did you realize that Sasori’s honey-color eyes were studying you through the mirror. “Or maybe—” He averted his gaze. —“Obito’s being a dick like I tried to tell you earlier. Thinks he’s hot shit. Watches too much anime which is an oxy-fuckin-moron.” Sasori’s towel landed on the edge of your plastic laundry basket. “Have you tried talking to him yet?”

You cast your gaze down. Yeah, Sasori assumed as much.

“He’s just gonna lie.”

Then your timer went off.

Sasori quietly traded places with you. He snatched up another face towel and handed it to you wordlessly. The running water made up for the silence caused by your jumbled thoughts and feelings. Sasori watched as you washed your own face, not making his judgemental thoughts known. At least he knew when he was being stupid.

“I didn’t know you had a crystal ball.” You looked up at him, puzzled. Small droplets of water ran down your forehead and cheeks as you rubbed the cloth together under the running water. Sasori crammed himself diagonally in the wooden doorway, leaning similarly to the way he had done before. His back rubbed up vertically along the frame. His socks dragged along the lowest hinge. Sasori shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m just saying, that’s some confident fortune-telling.”

You dried your skin.

Sasori continued to loiter as you were once again overtaken with your own thoughts. He eyed you from his peripheral, and when you were ready, you met his gaze. He offered you a single nod and you knew that Sasori had already given you his advice before and this would be the last of it. But you had one last feeling that needed validation.

“Mr. Nara talked to me this week. He asked me if I was okay.” Sasori hummed, a small sign that he was listening despite abundant body language implying otherwise. You leaned, palms on the edge of your sink as you sifted through your words. “I guess some of the teachers were concerned, you know, with the confrontation between Hidan and me. I didn’t think much of it, you know, other than the public sort of embarrassment.” Sasori offered a slow nod before adjusting his posture within the doorframe.

“Makes sense.”

You sighed. You needed to lay down. You stepped over his diagonally angled legs. Sasori trailed behind you, quietly sitting back against the bear as you flopped back down on your assortment of pillows. Sasori patiently waited. You paused, an attempt to collect yourself. A deep breath pumped into your lungs and back out.

“... Am I not seeing something I should?” You propped yourself up, finding a section of your wall to stare at. “He seemed so mad, but it didn’t feel like… I didn’t feel like it was a ‘big deal’ per se. I didn’t even think anything of it until Mr. Nara asked.” You sighed, turning back to Sasori. “Does that make me stupid?” Sasori shook his head.

“You’re not stupid,” he said in a gentle voice. He curved one knee inward and wrapped his arms around the other. The headband he wore still made his hair stick up. “You’re afraid of getting hurt, and that’s okay, but don’t kill yourself over not knowing every little thing. You’re eighteen you’re supposed to be—” Sasori stopped himself short. He took a deep breath. “You’re human. A smart one, and you can make your own decisions without getting in your own way.” Sasori looked to the side, clearly not used to monologuing. He had, after all, always been one to keep his cards to himself. “We’ve all known each other for a long time and you know Hidan a bit better than me but… your anxiety, concern from those around you are meant to keep you safe, like a car alarm. You get to decide whether the situation warrants an alarm. I know stupid… and I don’t think that’s stupid.”

You relaxed into your mass of pillows, finally letting the breath you’ve been holding escape your lungs. You didn’t even realize that you were holding your breath in the first place. Sasori cleared his throat. He grit his teeth together, looking away as he once again outstretched his hand.

“Now pass the fucking hummus.” You sat back, letting the weight of your head fall as you felt around for the container. Wordlessly, you passed it to Sasori who took it from you with exaggerated annoyance. You sat together: just you breathing and Sasori destroying your supply of hummus. Sasori polished off his energy drink.

“And if you ever decide the opposite—” You looked at him, but he still had his head turned. —“You have people who support you… Not me, but others.” A small smile began to break out across your lips.

“Thank you, Sasori. That was very profound of you.” He waved you off, once again resigning himself to sink further into your carnival bear. His arms coiled over his chest as the collar of his shirt overlapped the bottom of his face. Sasori offered yet another nod in agreement. You finally allowed yourself to relax. “You know, you’re beginning to sound a lot like Deidara.”

“Fuck you.”

***

Hidan’s house was much more quaint than you expected it to be. Even in the dimness, you could make out its features. A long, cobblestone path led up to the black, front door. Tiny patches of grass and moss grew between the rocks. The lawn itself was rather large compared to the size of the house, the mowing neat around two trees that sat on each side of the path. The house glowed white in the darkness of the evening striking a stark contrast with the black shutters on the windows. A little pinwheel teetered before the three concrete front steps.

You made your way to the side of the house, encountering another tree. It had been a long time since you climbed a tree. In fact, you couldn’t name the last time you did. Perhaps elementary school. A glow of golden light illuminated the white curtains of the living room. You pulled yourself up onto one of the lower branches, struggling the slightest bit as you tried not to let the leaves shake too violently. A light was on in the second level window. You gripped the branch above you, gingerly making your way onto the roof. You pinched the stool of the window, shifting your weight to land firmly on the shingles, hoping that you had the right room.

You did. You spied Hidan inside, hunched over and scribbling down on some papers on his lap. His leg shook, bouncing up and down as he contemplated. His other hand played with a few strands of hair at the back of his head.

Tap tap tap.

Hidan’s head shot up. He looked in the opposite direction briefly before turning towards the window. Confusion completely overtook his face. Hidan squinted, only shifting his weight slightly on his comforter but he made no effort to move to the window. Your heart hitched in your throat, palpitating in a way that could have made you burst. As you met his stare, you also noticed your reflection in the reflection of the window. You barely took in your own wide eyes before your breath fogged up the glass.

Hidan slowly stood, moving his items off his lap and onto his bed. He approached the window tentatively, shoving one hand in the pocket of his sweatpants. You watched as he pulled on the lift. He just stood in front of you. A bit of hope glittered in his colored pupils, but for once, Hidan remained silent. Outside his window, sitting on his roof, was the last place he would have expected you, and a large, dominant part of him wondered why you were there. The sound of crickets rang clear to Hidan’s ears. Fireflies lit up the lawn below, sparkling periodically like living fairy lights.

You didn’t know what to say. You thought about it a lot on your way over, but as you sat, face to face with Hidan, you found yourself at a complete loss for words. Every mental script had completely vanished. He stood in front of you, almost expressionless and it made you nervous.

“Do you have feelings for me?”

You inwardly cringed at how the question came out. The words even made you squint, the sides of your mouth turning downward as you shrunk down in embarrassment. Hidan took a deep intake as he opted to study the ground. He scratched the back of his head, his hand lingering there as he attempted to respond.

“Uh… yeah, I mean I guess.”

His words struck you straight through the heart. This had to be the most humiliating thing you had ever subjected yourself to, but you nodded quietly to yourself. You, after all, were determined to get answers, so you resisted the urge to launch yourself back into your climbing tree to make a beeline for your car. You gulped.

“What do you mean ‘you guess’?” Hidan’s palm rubbed at his cheek and up his temple. He shifted once again.

“I mean—” A million different endings to that sentence ran through your head. Maybe he had been joking all along. Or maybe he wasn’t looking for anything serious. You were, after all, about to graduate in a month and likely go in different directions. Maybe he just wanted sex you were told that every other eighteen year old guy wanted. Maybe he realized that he really did like Kona— “I just thought it was obvious.”

You realized that you had been spacing out and you immediately snapped back to reality. You blinked in rapid succession at the outcome that you never suspected. He rolled his shoulder, head tilting to one side. Never in your life did you think you would have been overwhelmed by such sheer emotion at Hidan’s confession of affection towards you let alone be at peace with your reciprocation.

“This isn’t just a game.” Right? A question spoken with the intonation of a statement. You didn’t like what Obito said to you and repeating it always sounded cheesy on your lips, but the doubt those words left lingered at the forefront of your mind. Hidan’s brows furrowed, his arms coming to coil over his chest. He stared at you with a certain intensity that you weren’t used to. The apparent confusion, well, you were used to that.

“Why would you think that?”

The sound of crickets sang in the background. You hummed a few more crutch words.

“I, um… I just heard about stuff with you and Konan… and I… um…”

And as Hidan began to laugh, your words finally died on your lips. A blistering heat spread from your face to your shoulders as your insides ached. The undersides of your arms felt sweaty. You shifted, ready to climb back down to the ground, but too shocked to move. Hidan sighed, a smile plastered on his lips. He leaned, sticking his upper half out the window.

“You’ve been jealous. That’s what this has been about this whole time?”

“I’m not jealous!” You snipped back, but even your defensiveness was void of any malice. Hidan’s gaze remained locked onto you and you found yourself looking away. The sun barely peaked over the horizon, leaving a scarlet hue in its wake. The light cast over the neighborhood. “I just want to know what it is that you want.” Hidan smiled his usual smile: goofy and confident.

“I’m into you. I told you that last week.” You blinked at him, the whiplash feeling increasingly physical by the moment. Mentally, you replayed the past week in your head as you wondered how you could possibly miss that.

“When?” you annunciated. Hidan cocked his head at you, a few stray strands of hair flopping to the side. His light-colored brows scrunched up again for the umpteenth time that night.

“I just told you: last week. Remember? You were all pissed off?” You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, when you called me a bitch.”

“No,” Hidan said with a shake of his head, “I said that I’d never had a bitch of my own, implying that I would like to have—” He gestured to you widely with a toothy grin. —“said bitch. Like Jay-Z and Kanye. It’s really the most underrated song on the album.”

You ran your hands through your hair, trying to wrap your head around the missed reference. You shook your head back and forth, hoping to reset your hyper focused thoughts. Hidan paid you no mind; he had seen you do it many times before. You shifted a bit on the roof.

“So to make sure we’re in agreement,” you proclaimed in a voice that Hidan most often heard during class. “There’s a mutual—”

— “Damn, you really are analytical twenty-four-seven…” Hidan sighed and you gave him a pointed glare. He stretched: a telltale sign of Hidan’s restlessness. You ignored it, as you had also seen him do it many times before. He spoke as nonchalantly as usual.

“You didn’t let me finish.” You rolled your eyes as you began to rise. You reached back, grabbing onto a sturdy branch before making your way back into the leaves. You met Hidan’s bright stare and for once a peaceful confidence rose in your chest. “Come pick me up at my place this Friday at seven.” Hidan nodded rapidly, still halfway out the window.

“Yeah,” he beamed. “Sure thing.”

“Don’t be late.”

You didn’t even think you looked back at Hidan as you scaled the tree. You ran across his lawn, fireflies blinking around you as your heart pounded in your chest. As you rounded the corner, you could hardly make out your car in the blue-colored dimness of the evening. Your hands fumbled for the keys in your pocket and when you finally sat inside, you let out a gleeful scream.

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Made my own OC Character charts! I was up SUUUUPER late last night cause my brain just told me to figure out one of my ocs whole backstory. Turned out good tho, I will give my incredibly sleep deprived brain that

Here's the story of,

Xavier Alexander

TW for Mentions of Abuse, Scars, Eating Disorders, Extreme Violence

Born on Wednesday, March 7, 1973

Zodiac Sign: Pisces ♓️

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Cisgender Male

Pronouns: he/him

Nicknames: Curse-Breaker (Used by Andre, Skye and Rakepick), Pip (Used by Jacob), Hero (used by Penny), My Prince (Talbott)

Likes: Reading, Tea, Learning, Crystals, his friends, his boyfriend, Adventure, Playing and/or listening to Music, Storms, Quidditch, Alone Time

Dislikes: Mess, his Scars, Arguing, Gossip, Flashing lights, Queerbaiting, Overhearing something you can’t unhear

Phobias: Achluophobia: Fear of darkness, Aichmophobia: Fear of needles or pointed objects, Angrophobia: Fear of anger, Ataxophobia: Fear of disorder or untidiness, Ecophobia: Fear of the home, Encavmaphobia: Fear of getting burned, Nyctophobia: Fear of the dark, Fear of adults (can't find a specific name for this one)

Home Life

Xavier's home life is very poor. For all his life his mother, Hanna, has been crazy and abusive. Before his disappearance in 1979, Xavier's father Harris took the brunt of his wife's abuse for the sake of his children. After he vanished Hanna began taking her anger out on her two children. When Jacob was at school Xavier unfortunately was left by himself to deal with his mothers rage. After Jacob's disappearance in 1981 his mother became more cruel and violent. Hanna suffers from mild cognitive impairment or MCI and psychopathy. Due to her psychotic nature and her MCI she tends to either overfeed or starve her son, either on accident or on purpose. Xavier has an extremely unhealthy relationship with food due to his mothers abuse. Early after he was left alone with her the abuse tended to be more verbal than physical. In later years she became increasingly violent with Xavier leaving him with many scars. Most are small and have faded but 2 stand out. One on his right hand, a straight long scar on the top and palm of his hand, caused by a knife being jammed through. The injury left permanent damage to his ligaments and tendons, leaving him with limited mobility. He always wears a fingerless glove on that hand. The other is a large burn on his right shoulder blade caused by an electric steam clothing iron. These incidents left him with phobias of sharp and hot objects. One day his life completely changed. After his forth year, during his summer vacation his mother became extremely enraged and brutally beats Xavier. He is left with multiple broken bones, including 3 ribs and his left ankle, a broken nose, black eye, and lacerations and brusing all over his body. Despite the immense pain he was in he managed to hobble away from home. He walked, or more hobbled, 2 miles to a bridge nearby that got little traffic. His plan was to end his life. He was tired of the abuse. Tired of being scared. Tired of living a life where he only felt safe at school. Next to the ledge the boy broke down and sobbed on the ground. The pause gave him just enough time though. Luckily for Xavier, three of his friends were hanging out that day. Those friends were Penny Haywood, Tulip Karasu and Liz Tuttle. They spotted him on the bridge and quickly rushed over. Penny knelt down in front of him and managed to calm him down enough to get him to look at her. At that moment she noticed his black eye and quickly pressed him for details. It took some time and convincing but he eventually told them what had happened, he never did tell them why he came to the bridge. They got a hold of Penny's mom who had dropped off the girls earlier to come get them as fast as possible to get Xavier to the hospital. There they called the Ministry of Magic and they sent people from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE). After they spoke with him they opened an investigation on his mother. She quickly fled and the DMLE has yet to find her. Xavier, with no living relatives he's aware of, stays with Penny and her family as they come up with a permanent household to place him in. He has currently started his Fifth year at Hogwarts. The only people who know of what happened are the friends who found him and Albus Dumbledore. He lives in constant fear of his mother showing up at school. Dumbledore has people all over Hogwarts looking out for Hanna in case she ever shows up. He is doing his best to focus on finding his brother and learning about the Cursed Vaults. He keeps his mind occupied with school and his friends which helps. He struggles with night terrors while he's alone so he tends to stay with his boyfriend, Talbott. CPS checks in with him regularly.

School Life

Xavier's school life is much better than his home. He adore attending Hogwarts and throws himself into his studies. Other than learning spells and what not, he spends his days searching for his brother Jacob. He heard whispers from other students that Jacob has been seen. The secret to finding him is to break curses that took over the school due to his brother meddling with the Cursed Vaults. Every year he has been tasked with finding these Vaults and breaking the curse. As strenuous as the task is, he is happy to do it. Not only for his own sense of adventure, but to make sure Jacob is alright. He also spends his time mingling with his many friends. His closest friends being Rowan, Penny and Talbott. He's often seen in the Great Hall surrounded by his friends, eating sandwiches and sharing stories or testing each others knowledge. You may also find him in the courtyard either playing a heated game of Gobstones or sharing a quiet romantic picnic with Talbott. He's also known to frequent the Three Broomsticks, throwing back a few rounds of Butterbeer! As for his studies, loves spending his free time learning. He tends to always be in the Potions Room, mixing Potions he's learned or experimenting with what Snape allows. Speaking of Snape! Xavier is a huge fan of the grouch, despite his bad reputation. Well at first he wasn't. He was terrified of the man at first, so were most students. But after showing such an interest in mixing Potions and than excelling in the subject, Snape grew quite fond of him, slowly. Very slowly. He started treating Xavier a bit better than his other students. Praising him more often than not. Xavier often stays long after class and the two spend time mixing and experimenting with potions together. Snape has become somewhat of a mentor to Xavier. And, though he'd never admit it, a father figure. Along side his studies, Xavier is also a talented Quidditch player. He's new to the team but has already shown incredible skill on the field. He currently is playing as a chaser but is willing to learn every position.

Attended Hogwarts on Saturday September 1, 1984

Set to Graduate on Wednesday, June 12, 1991

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Head of House: Filius Flitwick

Favorite Subject: Potions

Favorite Teacher: Serverus Snape

Least Favorite Subject: Transfiguration

Least Favorite Teacher: Cuthbert Binns

Family

Mother: Hanna Alexander

Born Sunday, November 16, 1941

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio ♏️

Relationship: Abusive

Hanna's School Life

Attended Hogwarts on Monday, September 1, 1952

Graduated Hogwarts on Friday, June 12, 1959

Father: Peregrine Alexander

Born on , Wednesday December 6, 1939

Dissappeared on Monday, April 2, 1979

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius ♐️

Relationship: Positive but strained

Peregrine's School Life

Attended Hogwarts on Friday, September 1, 1950

Graduated Hogwarts on Wednesday, June 12, 1957

Brother: Jacob Alexander

Born on Thursday, April, 11 1963

Zodiac Sign: Aries ♈️

Relationship: Positive

Jacob's School Life

Attended Hogwarts on Sunday, September 1, 1974

Expelled and Dissappeared on Friday, March 6, 1981

Boyfriend: Talbott Winger

Born on Friday, September 1, 1972

Zodiac Sign: Virgo ♍️

Relationship: Very Positive

Talbott's School Life

Attended Hogwarts on Saturday September 1, 1984

Set to Graduate on Wednesday, June 12, 1991

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Head of House: Filius Flitwick

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