#of course he’s A MAN. what can we expect
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GIRL TALK ! ( STAR RAIL MEN )
SUMMARY ! march 7th finds out you like someone. and as your best friend, it’s only right that she has to give her input on whether or not she approves of him.
NOTES ! i was in the mood to write something but this was last minute and this was all i could come up with 🤺 may do a part two featuring other star rail men but we will see.
TAGS ! reader is not the trailblazer. contains dan heng, caelus, sampo koski, jing yuan, and argenti. feelings are mutual on both ends.
march 7th’s thoughts on . . . DAN HENG !
immediately tells you that she already had her suspicions. and now that you confirmed it, it makes her all that more excited. you having a crush on dan heng is just what she expected. she’ll go on and on about how you two would make a great couple because he opens up more to you. now she gets a little sneaky and begins to make up excuses whenever missions come around so that the two of you can go together. it’s her own way of being a mastermind. the more time you two spend together, the closer she is to seeing you and dan heng start dating. yes, march has dubbed herself as your personal wingwoman. so is the duty of being your best friend.
march 7th’s thoughts on . . . CAELUS !
of course she finds it cute that you have a crush on caelus. and it all makes sense to her now. she constantly hears you and caelus making the same kind of jokes, watches you two play games together on your phones, and on rare occasions, she’ll find you rummaging through trash cans with caelus. though she doesn’t know why you’d go to such lengths and go through the trash cans with him. admitting your feelings for the newest trailblazer will only make march relentlessly tease you about it in the best way possible. so whenever caelus invites you to join him in whatever shenanigan he has planned for the day, she’ll send a quick wink your way.
march 7th’s thoughts on . . . SAMPO KOSKI !
she’s mentally judging you. definitely finds this as a “to each their own” type of situation. out of everyone you guys have met, the one you have feelings for is sampo. march isn’t too fond of him despite how much he has helped them during their time in belobog. she does have a few doubts here and there, but if he’s currently the one who you’re interested in, she’ll go along with it. march has to observe the way he acts before making any big decisions like setting you two up. she can tell the feeling’s mutual by the overly flirtatious comments sent your way or gifts you receive by sampo when visiting belobog again. she’ll sometimes peek over your shoulder and see some messages coming in from him, asking when you’ll come back to see him. she could grow used to him so let her work her magic and you’ll be with him in no time.
march 7th’s thoughts on . . . JING YUAN !
the general of the luofu is a tough decision. although she believes he’s a great choice considering his high rank and popularity, it’s also a bit of a downfall. she saw some heavy chemistry between you both back when the express was currently at the luofu. she didn’t have enough time to make some comments but she knew you’d end up having some sort of feelings towards him. she’s only worried about the cons that could come. like the fact jing yuan can become a busy man within seconds. would he make enough time for you? no, he needs to because someone like you deserves it. march refuses to let her best friend settle for anything less than what she’s worth. march can trust that you’ll be in good hands with jing yuan.
march 7th’s thoughts on . . . ARGENTI !
it’s a very interesting choice in her opinion. though she understands why you’d end up gaining feelings towards him. it had to be that compliment he gave you the very first time the express met him. “a beauty that was sent by the goddess idrila herself for him to praise”. very poetical that it had the entire crew speechless for a few seconds. march hasn’t stopped bringing it up since that happened because you had never gotten that flustered before. she can only imagine all the other compliments argenti has sent your way when they’re not around. whenever you’re smiling at your phone a little too hard, thinking no one is watching, she’ll head over your way asking if your boyfriend’s the one making you all smiley. march doesn’t even need to be your wingwoman for this one. she knows the knight will handle it all on his own.
#@ 𝐘𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐒 ★ ⸻ 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈: 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail fluff#dan heng x reader#dan heng x you#caelus x reader#sampo koski x reader#sampo x reader#jing yuan x reader#jing yuan x you#argenti x reader#hsr argenti x reader
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He’s so old! — Jenson Button x Sargeant!reader
Fluff and crack slightly suggestive
Word count 946
I don’t have the brain power to tag everyone but I’m pretty sure a lot of you have my Notifications on
“You need to go Logan will be here any minute now” you said laughing pushing Jenson off of you.
“Just one more kiss” Jenson begs, looking like a sad puppy.
“No no more kisses you’ve had plenty of kisses” you said lightly scolding him.
Jenson pouted before leaning in and landing a kiss on your cheek with a loud ‘MWAH’.
“Jenson!” you protested, smacking him gently on the arm “Stop it Logan will be here any second!”
Jenson beamed. “So you’ve told me, darling. It’s my good looks that keep you coming back for more” he said his usual cocky self. He was right though, he was a handsome man so you let him get away with things.
“Cocky jerk.” you murmured before kissing his cheek.
“See! You can’t resist me can you?” he said, his hands now holding your hips, thumbs gently rubbing over the exposed skin from your crop top.
“I have self control” you responded though it was a lie. He knew exactly what effect he had on you.
Soon enough there was a knock on the door and Jenson groaned, resting his head on your shoulder.
“That’ll be my brother.” you said, scratching the back of his head. Jenson groaned again, burying his head in your neck, your stomach twisting in anticipation at the action, “I’m not getting up.”
“You have to go” you protested though you didn’t want him to.
You could hear your brother knocking on the door again. You sighed and pushed against him but he refused to get up, he was being as stubborn as a toddler. “Why?” he mumbled, nuzzling your neck.
“You really think he’ll be fine finding us like this?” you asked, your body shivering in protest as his lips brushed your skin.
You tried pushing him off again, you succeeded though not for long as he grabbed your wrists and pulled you onto the bed with him, his body landing over yours. “I think he can wait.”
You swallowed nervously, your heart beating faster as Jenson laid above you, pinning you to the bed. You could feel your heart racing and you bit your lip, looking up at him. You were about to speak, but at that very moment there was another knock on the door, followed by your brother’s voice.
“y/n? Are you in there?”
“Go away Logan!” you yelled back, Jenson’s body shaking with laughter.
Your brother’s voice was muffled by the door but you could still hear, “Are you in there with someone?”
“Yes!” you yelled, trying to push Jenson off you but he was being stubborn again, holding you close to his chest.
“Let’s not let him in, darling” he said in a low voice, his smirk making you weak at the knees.
You were about to protest when he kissed your neck and your mind instantly became empty. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, your tongue running across his bottom lip, earning a quiet groan.
Of course your moment was instantly ruined as your brother came barging in without any warning. He froze in the doorway, his jaw dropping when he saw the two of you on the bed, you immediately went bright red.
“Oh my god!” Logan yelled, covering his eyes, his face red with shock.
“Logan it’s— I -uh — we” you tried to say something but you couldn’t form the words.
“Oh my god Y/n really Jenson my mentor he’s so old” Logan says.
“Shut up Logan” you protested, throwing a pillow at him.
You look over at Jenson expecting to see an equally as shocked look on his face, but he actually just looked amused. He looked from you to Logan with a smirk and your brother made a gagging sound. “So how long has this been going on?” Logan asked. You avoided eye contact, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
Jenson wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you close. “A couple of months now” he said, looking incredibly smug.
“Wow you’re a cradle snatcher” Logan said. Jenson just shrugged, “Who can resist such a beautiful woman? Clearly not me”
You could physically feel his ego getting bigger with every word that left his mouth. He was just so cocky it was almost unbearable though you couldn’t help but love it.
Logan had a disgusted look on his face, “Ew you’re almost like old enough to be our dad”
Jenson laughed, “It's not my fault women love me”.
You rolled your eyes, hitting his arm. “You’re so full of yourself,” you said with a small smile.
“I can’t believe it, my sister and my Mentor,” Logan says in disbelief, shaking his head.
Jenson just grinned, he was so cocky it was unbelievable.
“Well I’m proud of myself for bagging such a beautiful woman” he said, leaning over to kiss your cheek.
Logan was physically gagging now.
“I’m leaving I can’t believe Oscar and Alex were right” Logan says leaving the room
Once the door was shut, you turned to Jenson, who was still smirking, “You’re insufferable, you know that right?” you said, shaking your head.
“You love it” Jenson grinned, pulling you close so you were now on his lap.
“Debatable” you said, leaning against his chest, Jenson wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder.
“You were practically begging for me earlier, you can’t deny it” Jenson teased.
“That was just a moment of weakness” you protested, Jenson raised a brow, “You have plenty of those moments around me”.
You rolled your eyes, before looking up at him “Shut up and kiss me” you said, a smile playing at your lips.
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CONTENT ― who in riize are tops, bottoms, and a switch?
AU ― lately I've been watching sm boy next door and I've been obsessed with taesan and leehan. but to get over my obsession we have to get back to riize and boy oh boy.
WARNINGS ― smut, dom sub dynamic, mentions fingering, head (m. receiving)
SHOTARO ― I personally feel like shotaro wouldn't really care about sub/dom dynamics honestly and it's more about the romantic aspect to him. sure when he's with you he'll have non-sexual dominance but when you guys are fucking he's probably the biggest switch (leaning towards a service top). he doesn't mind being told what to do, doesn't mind having to beg, he just wants you too feel good because your pleasure is his pleasure.
"can I take these off? I'll use my tongue if you want. can I? may I use my tongue?"
EUNSEOK ― now I know that y'all are expecting this hard dom eunseok, but listen I honestly don't think that's true. I do think that he's dominant just not a hard dom, he reminds me of more so a soft dom probably and a pleasure person. when he's fingering you he's marking you up and making you answer every question he asks while going faster and kissing your neck making it harder for you. feel like he has non sexual dominance too to be honest. he's very clingy and touchy to you so it's not a surprise.
"feel good? want me to go slower? look at you fucking yourself with my hand. no keep going, keep going."
SUNGCHAN ― this one was a headache, ultimately I came up with sungchan being a service top. I think he'd moan loudly so it'd seem like he'd be the bottom, when in reality he's just giving you everything making sure his girl feels really good and gets fucked the right way. I could see him being clingy and touchy and I know it's crazy but you'd probably seem to have non sexual dominance than him. I think he'd let you do anything with him, he'd let you choke him even. just wants to make sure his girl is doing great.
"you taste so fucking good, come closer don't move back. I want you to come all over my tongue."
WONBIN ― wonbin is a switch (with a sub lean). that answer didn't need to be studied I just know it. though I don't think he's like a hard dedicated submissive man but I believe he is going to let you control the pace and he'll let you do anything to him as long as he can get some type of pleasure and as long as you can get some pleasure. he's a sub lean because he wants you to take care of him sexually because non sexually he takes care of you. needs some type of relief. he probably wants to get sucked off until he cannot cum anymore, or edged until his cock turns a pretty red.
"thank you, thank you so much. I wanna cum, I wanna cum so ba― ahhh"
SEUNGHAN ― I deleted so many times but I probably think he's a switch (dom lean). this is probably because I think it's just his natural dominance in and out of the bedroom that makes him more of a dom lean, but i feel like when he's been working all day, he needs to be fucked out. needs someone to take care of him probably and make him feel relaxed and relieved. he as well has non sexual dominance of course. he'll be having you propped prettily on top of him and he grabs your boobs breathy noises coming from his mouth and his damp hair in his eyes.
"uh, come closer I want to be deeper inside of you. mm uh"
SOHEE ― sohee is so cute, he obviously just gives off submissive vibes but to be completely honest, he doesn't care about power dynamics at all, if you want him to be a "bottom" he'll be a bottom, if you want him to be a "top" he'll be a top. he just wants you to feel good and he wants to feel good too. he's just horny and wants to get his little (big) problem away. so whatever gives him most pleasure he'll do because that's all he cares about.
"m m m m, please, use me all you want"
ANTON ― anton is a bottom, not a helpless bottom, just one who wants to please you because he's such a people pleaser. he'll let you fuck him until he goes numb, eat you out until his jaw hurts, he'll even let you edge him for all he cares. if he sees you happy he's happy. even though he's a bottom sexually, he has non sexual dominance outside of the bedroom and it makes everyone think that this tall man you're with fucks you meanwhile you're the one grabbing his hair lightly, guiding him when he eats you out and fingers you.
"no don't stop, I'm okay ― ah, more, more, more, more"
I hope you guys enjoyed this after a few days lol, let me know if I didn't write enough or whatever. thank you.
#riize#riize x reader#riize imagines#riize wonbin#riize anton#riize seunghan#riize smut#riize smau#riize eunseok#riize sungchan#riize sohee#riize fluff#riize masterlist
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May Prompts (28)
Day 27 here. Start from the beginning here.
Empty
He stares at the empty box.
Sherlock isn’t saying anything.
Sherlock opened the gift a good two minutes ago and still hasn’t said a word.
He watched Sherlock for the first minute or so, and saw only a blank expression. So now, he stares at the empty box because he’s terrified about what that blank expression means.
God, he had been so relieved that this was finally happening. His plan coming to fruition. He wanted to wait until Rosie was having her nap for obvious reasons but the past few hours have been excruciating. To be honest, it had taken quite a bit of will power not to thrust the gift in Sherlock’s face the second they arrived at Baker Street.
The hopeful glances from Molly this afternoon hadn’t helped.
But, he made it. And a few minutes ago, Sherlock removed the paper, opened the box, and pulled out the silent violin, various accessories and case. And then said nothing.
So, John is staring at the empty box. He was wrong, the wait this afternoon was a cake walk compared to this.
Finally, after another minute of silence, he looks up tentatively. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief at what he sees.
Sherlock, standing perfectly still, staring at the instrument in his hand.
This is an expression he’s seen before—back when he asked Sherlock to be his best man. It’s a sort of far away look that means Sherlock isn’t angry or busy thinking of how to weasel his way out of this conversation. It’s a look that means Sherlock has made a deduction he can’t quite believe.
It’s time to force Sherlock to say that deduction out loud. Make it real.
“Happy birthday, finally. What do you think?”
“It’s a silent violin.”
“Yes.”
“Top of the line. The London Philharmonic violinists use these to practice.”
“That’s what I was told.”
“You like when I play my violin.”
“Very much.”
“And Rosie loves it.”
“Yes.”
“So, this isn’t a gift for when you are here during the day.”
“Course not, you have your Strat.”
“And, if there is no one to disturb, I can play my Strat at night.”
“True.”
“Mrs. Hudson can’t hear it from her flat.”
“Hmmm.”
“I would only need a silent violin if there was someone else here at night. Sleeping.”
“Yes.”
“Your old room—it’s Rosie’s now.”
“Absolutely.”
“We made that decision during the rebuild. A child’s room. She naps there sometimes. Plays there a lot.”
“Yes, she loves it.”
“Your old bed and dresser are gone. The room upstairs just has a little toddler bed and that child-sized table and chairs. And toys.”
“That’s true.”
“Plus the bookshelf Mycroft made but pretended he bought. All the books he filled it with.”
“Yes. It’s the perfect room for her.
“We could fit a little dresser in there but not much else.”
“No. That’s all she needs though.”
“You can’t sleep there. Couldn’t sleep there.”
“No, it’s Rosie’s room.”
“You can’t sleep on the couch in here either. It would have been awful for your shoulder before your fall. Now it’s out of the question.”
“Agreed.”
“If Rosie is sleeping here regularly, I could use the silent violin so I don’t wake her.”
“Yes. Every night.”
“But that means you would be sleeping here too.”
“Of course.”
“You would need to sleep in a bed. That only leaves one option.”
A deep breath. “Correct.”
“Well, two options. But, you would never ask me to move from here.”
“Course not. This is your home.”
A pause.
“People would talk.”
“Good. I’d expect no less.”
Another pause.
“You have assumed I am gay for some time now.”
“Yes. Is that assumption correct?”
“Yes.” A sharp inhale. “I have assumed you are not entirely straight from the beginning.”
“I think that’s a fair way of putting it.”
“You rebuked people when they assumed we were a couple.”
“I did. Years ago. Haven’t for some time now. You said you were married to your work, but that’s not true anymore either, is it?” He knows he needs to push Sherlock, just a bit.
It works. Sherlock shakes his head, as if coming out of a daze. “I … what’s that?”
He blushes. Sherlock has spotted the case. Was that too sentimental? “It’s errr…the case. For the violin.”
Sherlock slowly runs his hands over it. “It’s her handprint.”
“Errr … yeah. I know pink isn’t exactly your thing, but I let her pick.”
“Her hand is so small.”
“Yeah. But soon it won’t be.” He takes a deep breath. “Thought it would be a nice snapshot of how small she was when she moved in. Because I hope we’ll be here for … well, as long as you’re here.” In for a penny. “If you’ll have us. If you’ll have me.” He smiles. “If there’s space for me in the room down the hall. ‘Cause you’re it for me, Sherlock. I think you always have been.” A feeling of relief washes over him. Whatever happens, at least it’s all in the open now. At least the box is empty.
A long pause. “I think I am going to faint,” Sherlock finally says and then promptly crumbles to the floor.
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can you write some sfw trans ellie headcannons?? :) just stuff about her trans identity and discovery
Warnings: transgender!ellie, weed and alcohol usage, slightly depressing but not too sad, Ellie is a silly girl in this :3
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Trans!Ellie who came out to everybody and was surprised by their reactions, she was expecting more tears and possible rejection but that didn't happen, of course it wouldn't happen, Ellie was only surrounded by people who genuinely love her.
Trans!Ellie who started going to therapy to understand herself better, she had a lovely therapist called Rita.
"okay so, I came out to everyone! It was NOT the responses I was expecting" she says excitedly "were they bad or-?"
"No, it was amazing they all thought of me the exact same and I genuinely feel so... Happy? Different? I thought they would feel differently of me"
Trans!Ellie who's mental health got 30x better than before, she was happier, you'd see her more often, she'd hang out with you, Jesse and Dina more often and would actually enjoy herself.
Trans!Ellie who has defiantly had a few mental breakdowns about being trans and just in general having a hard time, even with therapy because that's just how it was sometimes, you'd hug her from behind as she sobs into your arm.
"Sometimes I just forget you don't care and that you don't see me any different" she sobs and you chuckle, slowly massaging her scalp and just letting her cry it all out and immediately after she'd feel embarrassed
"bro, it's okay, we all have our bad days- now shut the fuck up and listen" she shuts up and looks at you with a smile on her face "let's go get maccas, get stoned and play video games" she agrees fast
Trans!Ellie who is stoned off her tits and playing video games with you, before saying some of the most unhinged shit while playing the last of us "if Arthur was real.... Ohhh man" you chuckle out a 'what?'
"If he was real, I'd let him do me, I mean I'm lesbian but I don't care something about him" you laugh out loud, trying to contain yourself "ellie what the fuck?" she looks at you with red tinted eyes and laughs with you.
Trans!Ellie who goes to a party with you and her other friends, and gets a little bit too drunk and just starts yapping about the most random shit
"you wanna know how I found out I was trans?" she mumbles into your shoulder as Jesse drives Ellie and the rest of you guys home, you hum at her "drugs" Dina laughs so hard she thinks she pissed herself, "Oh babe, you're fucking funny" Dina chokes out between laughs
"you didn't think of me differently? I love you for that!" her voice is slurred and you massage her scalp as she laughs, "idiot" you mumble.
Trans!Ellie who was at a family event one time and announces to everybody in her family that she is trans and everyone congratulated her, hell, even Seth did.
"i'm glad you came out kiddo" tommy says, patting her shoulder.
a/n: SORRY IT IS SHORT!
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“Do I have your attention now?”
The voice is familiar at this point. This nameless, faceless person who’s been calling Carlos for weeks.
Taunting him, haunting him.
Carlos rarely sleeps anymore, but when he does, it’s this voice he hears in his dreams. It’s this voice that echoes in his head throughout the day.
“You didn’t think I would leave him out of this, did you?”
No.
Carlos knew better than that, and yet, part of him hoped he could protect TK from this psycho. This person with a digitally disguised voice and a blocked number who confessed to killing Gabriel on day one. This person who claimed to know everything about Carlos and listed the details to prove it.
Where he worked. Where he lived.
Carlos expected this person to know his mother’s name and maybe even his sisters, but he didn’t expect to hear the names of his niece and nephew. He didn’t expect to hear the names of his entire extended family listed one by one.
But the name that seemed to bring this sicko the most pleasure was Tyler Kennedy Strand.
“Or should I call him TK?”
Carlos clenches his jaw at the memory. In that moment, his blood ran ice-cold with dread as red-hot rage burned through him.
The person had laughed at Carlos’s silence; they knew they had struck a nerve.
“You know…” The lunatic’s tone is conversational now, like they’re friends with Carlos. Like they’re just calling for their weekly chat. “I knew your husband was smokin’. I mean, I’ve got the surveillance photos. I may have even gotten off once or twice with him in mind. But seeing TK in person…”
Carlos tightens his grip on the phone as this sociopath lets out an appreciative whistle followed by a suggestive moan.
“I’m gonna have fun with him.”
“If you touch him, I will fucking kill you.”
Carlos means it. It should probably scare him how much he means it.
“You’ll have to find me first,” the person replies. “And we both know that’s not going well.”
It’s not.
Carlos has spent hours trying to unscramble the number and trace the call. When that didn’t work, he tried to unmask the voice. And when that came up empty, Carlos tried to narrow down potential suspects based on what this maniac has said.
The information they possess is too in-depth, too far reaching. Whoever this is hasn’t just done their research; they know Carlos. They’re likely hiding in plain sight – crossing paths with Carlos every day – and that’s what bothers him the most.
That’s what keeps him on edge.
That’s what fuels the paranoia.
“How is TK?” the person asks, having the gall to act concerned after what they did to Carlos’s husband. “I hope I didn’t frighten him earlier.”
Carlos glances at TK sitting behind him on the couch. He’s at the stage where he shuts down and withdraws, but TK was frantic when he arrived home. It’s a wonder their front door is still intact from how quickly it was snatched open and slammed shut.
Carlos was on his feet in an instant, both confused and alarmed as TK just stood there, staring at him with wide, panicked eyes.
“What happened?”
TK didn’t answer. Not at first.
But as Carlos approached, TK launched himself into his husband’s arms, clinging to Carlos as the words spilled out.
There was a person in the street. Probably a man, but maybe not. They were covered from head to toe in black clothing with a hood over their head, a mask over their face, and sunglasses covering their eyes. They even wore gloves.
“Who does that?”
“Someone who doesn’t want to leave fingerprints or DNA.”
TK looked horrified by the comment. He knew he had just survived an attempted kidnapping, but the confirmation was overwhelming.
“Can we sit?”
“Of course. But first…” Carlos held his trembling husband at arm’s length, his gaze scanning every inch of TK. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” TK assured. “Just really freaked out.”
“I know. It’s okay,” Carlos soothed, pressing a kiss to TK’s temple as he wrapped him in another hug. “I’m here. And you’re safe.”
TK nodded against Carlos’s shoulder, relaxing beneath his touch.
By the time TK stopped shaking, Carlos had him seated on the couch with a bottle of water and comforting hand on his thigh, rubbing back and forth as TK continued the story.
Whoever the person was knew TK by name. When TK turned, they attempted to grab him. When TK managed to escape and started running down the sidewalk, they gave chase. They followed him to the loft but didn’t enter the building.
Even so, TK took the stairs two at a time; that explains why he was so breathless when he burst through the door.
“But you promise you’re not hurt?”
“I promise,” TK replied, leaning against Carlos’s chest. “Should we call the cops?”
“I am the cops.”
TK huffed a quiet laugh. “I know, but – ”
That’s when Carlos’s phone rang. That’s when this psycho called to rub it in.
They almost took the one thing Carlos can’t live without, and they’re proud of themselves even if their plan failed.
“Next time, I’ll be more prepared.”
The threat is punctuated with a chilling laugh before the line goes dead.
As Carlos lowers his phone, he feels the transformation begin. That version of himself that knows how to kill and not get caught. The version that knows how to dispose of a body and clean up a crime scene.
The world views Carlos as calm and composed, but there’s another side to him.
And it’s about to be unleashed.
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Key Hooks Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Fluff
Word Count: 1k
Summary: Joel repeatedly loses his keys after you suggest a key dish. He finally gets a key hook and has a suggestion of his own.
Warnings: None really. slight mention of sex, domesticated fluff. No Outbreak Au. Sarah is in college.
A/N: Just Joel based on an ad and a dream I had. Pretty sure this is my first fic with Joel that doesn't have an age difference mentioned 😭. Also, it's the first nonsmut Joel fic in a while. (also nervous bc i haven't posted in a while and I kinda hate the title but whatever)
Joel was running late, super late. He had woken up later than expected. Hit snooze on his alarm twice. Partially because you were in his bed, and he didn't want to leave you, but partially because of you again because you kept him up begging him to fuck you more, and of course, he couldn’t resist. He could never tell you no, but that resulted in him being sore and tired and missing his two alarms.
You woke up yourself when you heard him cursing and muttering to himself, loudly moving things around, frantically searching for something.
You sit up in his bed, confused by the sounds Joel is making as he searches for his keys. Looking at him, you see him shake a pair of jeans that was lying on the floor.
“What the hell are you doing? Shouldn't you be leaving?” you ask, barely awake as you look at the time on his alarm clock.
“Can't find my damn keys.” He moves, searching through the stuff on his nightstand.
“I told you you needed a key holder.” Slowly leaving the warmth of his bed to help him search for the missing keys. You look on the other nightstand but don't see them there either. You sigh, looking as Joel searches on his messy dresser.
“Where'd you leave them?” you ask mid-yawn, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. It still takes a moment to actually wake up, and you're fairly tired from last night as well.
“Don't remember, you were yanking my pants off the second I got through the door, could be anywhere.” Joel searches on the floor but still fails to find them.
You nod, remembering how desperately you needed him after he returned from work. Putting your hands on him the first chance you got.
You decide to go downstairs. You glance at the clock. 9:30 a.m. Yeah, he was already 30 minutes late for work. You get out of his bed, putting on a pair of slippers you keep at his place. You search downstairs, checking underneath mail and other documents, on counters, and in the kitchen, but nothing. Joel’s not far behind you, also searching downstairs.
“Are you sure you can't skip today? Stay home. I can skip; we can both relax at home.” You ask, joking, kind of, but you're meant with just one of his unamused glares, taking it as a no. He sighs, frustrated as the search continues.
You move to the couch, searching under the cushions, the scene of last night's activities; you figure they could’ve slipped in between the cushions.
“You know, if you had a key holder, you could’ve been out the door.” You remind him as you look around for them.
“Also could've been out the door if you didn't beg me to fuck you last night before I even had my shoes off and made me lose them in the first place.”
You nodded. He had a point. With how fast you were on him, you probably tossed his keys across the room. You reach into the couch cushions and feel the familiar shape of keys in your hand. You hold them up, jangling them to show Joel you found them. He smiles as he walks towards you to grab them, but you pull them away from his reach at the last minute.
“You will finally get a key rack. I mean, I get it. Sarah moved into her dorm, so you want the whole man cave thing and everything, but will a key rack kill you? He rolls his eyes and reaches for them, nodding.
“Yes, I’ll get a damn key rack now give them so I can go.” He reaches, grabs the keys out of your hand, and gives you a quick kiss on your lips before leaving.
A few weeks later, Joel picked you up for a date and decided to take you to a new movie. You're in his black pickup truck heading back to his house since you have a few roommates back at your apartment and just want to spend time with him alone. After a car ride of forcing Joel to listen to your favorite songs since he lost rock paper scissors you got control of the music. He pulls into his driveway, turning the car off.
“Can’t believe I spent the last 15 minutes listening to that.” He grumbles, getting out of his truck, you watch as he comes around to the passenger side to open your door. You quickly find that you’ll never be opening doors when you're with him.
You smile as you get out. “You were dancing to it. Don't think I missed that.” He rolls his eyes as he closes the truck door behind you with his right hand while his left comes to the small of your back.
“I wasn’t dancin’. You were seeing things. The truck was just moving.” He walks with you to his front door as you laugh. Knowing he was definitely dancing to the songs.
“Yea? Does the truck always move to the beat or just this once?” You giggle again as you enter his house, your second home. He’s right behind you, closing and locking his door. You're removing your shoes and getting more comfortable when you hear his keys jingle.
You bend over, taking your shoes off, not facing him, but you didn't want a repeat of a few weeks ago. “Better remember where you put them this time, old man. I don't need you tearing your place apart at 8:00 am because you can't bother getting a key dish.”
“Well, I won’t forget since they have a home now.” His words make you stand up
You look up, noticing a wooden key rack with a shelf above it and a spot for mail. You see Miller engraved in the wood. You see Joel’s set of keys on it, and you smile.
“You bought a key holder?” You stare shocked at him, never expecting that he actually would.
“No, I built a key holder with some leftover wood and got some hooks. Sarah helped me with it one weekend. It was she who told me to add the mail holder.”
You laugh, looking at it closer, admiring his work, and looking at his house with his woodwork around. The shelves, the bookcase, the CD stand—all things he made over the years.
“You know it never fails to amaze me when you show me what you make. You've made things like a dresser and a table, and you made my desk for me and added cute flowers on it.”
Joel shrugs, never been good at accepting compliments, he shakes his head as he looks at the key holder.
“It’s my job, sweetheart. Would be kinda embarrassing if I was shit at it. I’ve been building things since I was a kid with my dad. He taught me and Tommy.”
You nod, slightly rolling your eyes at his inability to accept a compliment. You move closer to him. “Yeah, I know, but it’s still cool, Joel.”
You feel his hand come to your lower back, pulling you into a kiss, and you instantly melt against him, feeling his lips on yours. His left hand joins his right on the small of your back, pulling you even closer against him. Before the kiss gets too heated, you feel his lips leaving yours.
“Wait, almost forgot.” You watch as Joel reaches into the back pocket of his Levi’s, pulling out a single key and holding it out to you. “a key cause…well, I know you mentioned your lease ending in a few weeks….and well, we've been together for a bit…. I was just thinking about you moving in. If you want. If you don’t, that’s fine. I mean, you can keep the key anyway and-“
You crack a faint smile hearing him ramble and you could tell he was nervous about asking you to move in, which was sweet. You had thought about it but assumed Joel had preferred his bachelor pad since Sarah moved into her dorm this past fall. You never thought he’d actually ask. you only mentioned your lease ending soon once on the phone. You didn’t imagine he’d remember, let alone offer you to move in.
“You want me to? Because I have a lot of shit, and Sarah just moved out. ” you smile a bit, seeing him laugh.
“it’s up to you, baby. No pressure, just offering. But half your shit is here anyway. You spend most nights here anyway, and I got half your wardrobe taking up room in my closet already.”
You nod, smiling, knowing he was 100% right. You’re still thinking about what to do when he speaks again.
“Sweetheart, I don’t need an answer right now. Relax. Just let me know, okay? My offer isn’t going anywhere.”
His deep voice pulls you out of your thoughts as he grabs your hand lightly, pulling you into his living room. You sit on the couch while he goes to the kitchen, grabbing the remote to find something to watch. A few minutes later, Joel hands you a glass filled with your favorite wine while he has a beer for himself. Moving his arm around your shoulder, he pulls closer to you, still thinking about his offer in the back of your mind.
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Law buying an Bepo bear to his shy girlfriend!
I loved the idea! I made a small adjustment on the "buy" issue, I hope you don't hate me for it. And of course, I hope you like it.
The Bear and The Target
Lawx F!Reader
warnings: fluff, F!Reader is a little more shy/reserved in this one, Law is a great boyfriend (as always)
a/n: I really loved this idea, Law doing cute things for his s/o is my weakness.
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The Park's lights almost blinded you, as well as people pushing against each other, competing to get to the most sought-after attractions first. Despite having your arm side by side with your boyfriend and watching him dodge the countless proposals of "try this game and win thousands of berris" "bet and compete for the top prize", you were still dazzled by how magical the place seemed. .
"Are the two annoying people going to be a couple for the whole park?" Penguin appeared at your side, taking your arm and watching Law sulk. "Captain, don't be annoying."
"Unfortunately, I'm here for work" he pointed out, turning his gaze towards you. "But you do not."
"And I can't go to work with you?" you asked
"It's not really a job, I just need to figure something out." he tried to dodge the question, not wanting to give too many details. "In the meantime, why don't you enjoy a little night with them?"
"We can go on the roller coaster and then go to the monster house."
"No monster house." you and Bepo responded in unison, both of you clearly unhappy with the proposal. "Can we go in the bumper cars?" Bepo proposed and saw you nod.
"See you later then?" you turned to your boyfriend, who just nodded and watched as you and the group of friends left.
As much as Law was against lying in any situation in a relationship, he had just lied to you and it wasn't one of the things he was most proud of, but he had a good reason.
A few months ago, on another island, he had seen you looking at a huge teddy bear and not buying it. It took a few days for the subject to come up and he asked you why you didn't ask and again, shyness was an excuse.
Law was a reserved person, by pure choice - and almost as a personal whim. However, you were indeed shy. The only people who could break your shell a little were your crewmates and even Law had had trouble starting to flirt with you, not being able to know if he was understanding the few signals you gave in the wrong way.
For that reason - and because his eyes almost exploded when he saw you do or have something cute - he knew that that park was the best place to find what he was looking for so much, that cute and huge bear.
He just didn't expect to find exorbitant prices or bears uglier than any patch he had ever heard of, it was impossible to find something perfect.
In the distance, he could see you and the other crew members gathering around a little tent, as he got closer he saw it was one of those old throwing games, where there was definitely some trickery hidden. Seeing you further away from the others, he arrived quietly, stopping right behind you.
"What are we doing?" When he saw you turn around, scared, his hands soon found your shoulders, reassuring you. "It's just me."
"It makes me calmer, but not less scared." you laughed, your hands itching to clasp against Law, but it wasn't something the two of you usually did in public. "Well, we're trying to win something."
"And you, why are you staying away?"
"This guy at this stand is one of those funny charlatan types who love to meddle." You held back a laugh, seeing his expression darken.
Before you could continue complaining about the man, Law's mind immediately wandered to what was in the background: an immense, white, perfectly stitched polar bear that was just an orange uniform away from transforming into Bepo.
"I am going to try." Law's speech surprised you, making you follow him to the edge of the bench.
"The pretty lady decided to try?" the man said in the most charlatan way possible, but Law responded immediately.
"No, in this case, her boyfriend." He took out some coins and placed them in front of the man. "Which one do I have to hit to win one of the prizes in that row?"
"That one." he pointed to the smallest of them all, further back. "But I warn you that it may take some time."
"Captain, everyone tried and no one succeeded." Bepo commented, clearly more concerned than he should be with the simple game. Meanwhile, you remained closer to him, silently watching the bet unfold.
"There, five rings, five chances." the man passed the pieces to Law.
He tried a few times in a row and failed each time. Both Law and his friends were already sighing frustrated with the fact that almost twenty-five rings thrown in a row had escaped the hole.
"There has to be some trickery in this." Law snapped, frustrated with not getting the bear he knew you wanted. "You're fooling us all!"
"Me cheating?" the man said cynically as he accepted more coins and gave Law more chances. "You offend me like this."
"Well, captain…" Shachi approached his side and picked up one of the rings, slamming it against the counter in front of the two. Soon after, he threw a small piece of paper towards the bow and hit it. "See, you're the bad one, captain."
Law quickly connected the dots. The rings were made of some metal material - which could interfere with the weight or even have a magnet pulling it - and the paper ball was not. One look was enough for Shachi and Penguin to understand that they had to act.
"I'll try again." Law muttered, more as a point of warning to his colleagues than anything else.
"Come on man, confess, there's a scam here." Penguin pulled the guy's arm in a falsely gentle way, stealing your attention along with it. "There's no point in deceiving us."
"I got it!" Law's surprised voice drew the two of you back to the captain's attempts, who was now smiling broadly in the man's direction. "So, my prize…"
"How did you get?" the man shouted indignantly, going to check if he had actually succeeded. "I mean, okay, you can choose your prize."
"Come on, you choose." Law turned to you, seeing your eyes light up at the proposal. "Although I already suspect what your decision is."
"The cute Bepo over there?" Your voice was excited, but in a way that only he heard.
Immediately, Law pointed to the huge white stuffed polar bear, which the man reluctantly removed from the wall. Law's laughter remained contained as he watched you almost itch to reach the bear that the man handed you.
"It's so cute!" You squeezed him, burying your face against his soft fur. "It's so good, it's the best gift I've ever gotten."
"This version of Bepo at least lets us squeeze him." Ikkaku joined you, squeezing the teddy bear as well and listening to the real version of Bepo's mumbles.
"You guys squeeze me too much sometimes, I need to breathe."
"We have the need to squeeze cute little things!" you pressed the plush against your arms.
There was a little relay of who would squeeze your bear - which yes, you nicknamed B2 or as Bepo, the second of his name - until they were back at Polar Tang.
"So, did you like the gift?" Law's voice entering the room was enough to cheer you up. "Does that mean he's already stolen my side of the bed?"
"Just until you come here."
"As if I wasn't already offended since you have to squeeze cute things." he grumbled and it only took seconds for you to throw yourself into his arms, covering any trace of skin and face you could find with smacking kisses.
"You.are.the.best.boyfriend.in.the.world." with each pause, it was a new time that your lips met Law's, this time causing a louder laugh to echo from him. "I loved the gift."
"And I'm glad you liked it." He quickly kissed your lips. "I'm going to take a shower, then can we spend some time together?"
"Me, you and B2?"
"Okay, just tonight. I'm surrounded by bears that give me a hard time." he pretended to be offended, knowing that your reaction would be another kiss on him.
Despite the grumblings - and the exorbitant amount of money spent on the attempts - the vision Law found was worth it. You lay on his bed, one of his t-shirts on your body and attached to your arms, the huge white bear. You matched cute things and for him, that would be worth any game - even if a certain devil fruit power had helped him this time.
#fiction#reader insert#one piece#no use of y/n#requests open#trafalgar d law x reader#law x reader#law x you#trafalgar law x reader#fluff
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on the yqy gets truth serumed thing: we find out because during a peak lord meeting, lqg says smth smth sqq sux and i hate him, and usually what gets said is "shidi is permitted to his own opinion, of course, but blablabla-" what comes out the sect leaders mouth THIS time, however, is "oh fuck your mother you foul tempered brat; jiu can do as he pleases and so help me if he threatens to leave because of this i will use your skin as a rug ^^" no one was ready.
YES
Exactly this is the vibe I picture if Yue Qingyuan got dosed with a truth serum.
Someone says something about how Shen Qingqiu's whoring is dragging the sect's reputation down, but what could they really expect from a man like that. Complete with a meaningful glance. And of course it's expected that Yue Qingyuan will take his side, even if he tries to word it diplomatically, they all know how he is...
And then Yue Qingyuan says "I'm going to break your jaw and rip out your lying tongue for slandering Shen Jiu. We don't even have anything in the rules forbidding sex you stupid piece of-" at which point Liu Qingge and Mu Qingfang both tackle him because something is clearly wrong with him and they can't rule out possession right away.
Everybody is mortified when Mu Qingfang confirms it's a truth pollen, but Shen Qingqiu just sits there completely floored because Yue Qingyuan would commit violence for him? Despite everything?? Then why hasn't he done any of that?! At least put in a little more effort when standing up for him to discourage the rich idiots from picking on him! Useless shixiong.
They wrap Yue Qingyuan in immortal binding cables because they don't trust his word that he always thinks like this and the risk of him acting on it is not one the can take, and he kneels in front of Shen Qingqiu and tells him that he would do anything to have his trust, his love back. If Shen Jiu asks him to rip out his useless, treacherous tongue, to crack open his chest and hand him his still beating heart as proof of his love, he would do so even if it's the last thing he would do in this life.
And Shen Qingqiu swoons because okay, there's something fishy here, but that's the kind of devotion he wants (devotion to match his own) and he is still fucking mad, don't get him wrong, but keep talking he's listening.
#svsss#short answer because my connection on the train is garbage#but yeah. let then be violently obsessed with each other#not the flavor I'm good at writing but I WISH#qijiu#shen qingqiu#shen jiu#yue qingyuan
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gojo satoru is a tardy man—an universal fact that everyone had engraved deep into their knowledge of him. it was one feat of him that had every interviewer simultaneously sympathise to an advice; always arrive atleast 30 minutes later than your call time. and so, naturally, that's what you did. given that you absolutely did not want to suffer looking like a fool waiting for him at the café you had reserved.
that's what you thought.
"well, well," a voice so sickenly familiar muses, "look who's late."
the teasing lilt in his tone urges the impetous side of you to shove that punchable smirk onto the ground. but you don't. instead, you sigh out with gritted teeth as you take the seat infront of him, "no shit, sherlock."
7:17am. you are indeed late.
he shrugs before picking up one mochi and bringing it to his mouth, "y'know what, let's not go to the giveaway. their mochi here is so good," he moans, eyes sparkling in delight, and that's when you notice that he had already ordered two plates of strawberry mochi beforehand. how irreverent. you narrow your eyes at him, "gojo, i will kick your ass if you're not gonna listen."
"i am listening," he mumbles, voice muffled due to the confectionery stuffed in his mouth.
...whatever. he does seem like he's listening. at that, a wry smile begins to form on your lips, elbows propping into place at the translucent table, "first of all, let's talk about what you did the other day, hm?"
he blinks, his composure wavering, "...you mad?"
"of course, you idiot. what is wrong with you?"
gojo blinks at your question, seemingly lost. your eyebrows furrow even further when he does nothing but chews slowly, the sound grating to your ears as you sigh, "do you know how distressing it was for me? i thought you revealed that i was the one you're married to."
"well, that's your fault for thinking like that, not mine," so he says with a shrug as he plops the last mochi into his mouth, his hands dusting the remaining sugar powder sticking to his hands.
this is absolutely getting to nowhere.
another sigh, "let's just get this over with then we can go to the giveaway."
"yeah, sure," he simply agrees, putting the plates aside as he pins his gaze at you with his palm resting against his cheek.
after all and all is discussed, he leans back against the chair, heaving out a deep sigh with a pout plastered on his face. surprisingly over the course of everything thus far, he didn't seem to react much, save for the few protests he spouted midway in which you simply shrugged it all off.
but admittedly, you expected him to.. behave aversely by the whole ordeal considering his obnoxious and boisterous personality that seemed to rebel anything that conflicted with his preferences. but he didn't. and somehow, it's unnerving. truly so.
you lean against the table, sculpting your face to be as indifferent as possible as you utter in what you hope to be in an aloof tone, "you know what? i was expecting you to be a bit difficult to handle with during our convo earlier."
his finger twitches and he shoves it onto his pockets before looking at you with a raised brow, "really? i thought it'd be embarrassing though."
you put a hand over your mouth in faux incredulity, "you? embarrassed? that's surprising."
he frowns, "hey, i can get embarrassed too, y'know." you don't even notice the atmosphere thickening until you feel the awkward yet so brief silence coming in just right after he finishes his words. clearing your throat, you breathe out a chuckle, airy against your ears, "yeah. i know, i was just kidding. but still," his lip twitches slightly. it doesn't go unnoticed, "it's weird, seeing you just nod without a single reaction." a lie, his nose scrunched everytime you made a rule that he was obviously displeased with.
a snicker comes at that, the tension in the atmosphere thinning, ivory hair spilling all over the edges as sparks of the usual cockiness bursts beneath the colors of his eyes meeting yours, "oh?" he leans towards you, the usual teasing lilt coating his tone.
"are you perhaps implying that you have missed my feistiness? that's rather masochistic of you, [name]."
his eyes crinkle in mirth, and oh, does it bring you immense comfort to know that he won't ever change despite being betrothed to you by a meaningless contract.
"yeah, no. fuck off," you say, crossing your arms and leaning back against the chair as your eyes roll so hard you were certain it was going to stay permanently heavenward.
you don't even notice the time quickly trickling by like water as you spend time bickering and bantering with him until it all gradually falls to a silence you had long missed since a while.
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Synopsis: You, one of the most notable actresses of all time, have been bothered once again by your despicable mother to inherit the company via marriage. Though, it's nothing to worry about. After all, you've procrastinated on that for three years, so what's the difference this time? Oh, how wrong you were. Everything. Down from your career to your friends. So entirely out of spite and anger, you decide to marry the man whom your entire household carries an unexplainable hatred for.
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Authors' Notes - can u guys tell just how close🤏 i am to making them kiss and doing lovely writing with lots of emotional stuff
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Pt. 3
Pairing: Father! Eddie Munson x reader
Warnings: I've never been on tour so the set up with how it's planned is probably wrong.
Series Summary: Years ago you and Eddie used to be friends. After you graduated, you two fell out of contact. After years of not speaking to each other, Eddie offers you a job you can't resist; be a nanny for his little girl.
Part Summary: Being a nanny for the child of a famous man is a lot harder then you expected. Will you be able to handle it?
*Not Proof Read*
Tag List: @maskofmirrors @saucypeanuttt @hugdealer
Pt.1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3
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This is it. We're going to fly.
I look out of the small airplane window beside me. We're so high up.
The sky is bright blue with minimal clouds. That helps relieve some of my anxiety. At least we don't have to worry about a tropical storm or something.
We're still so high up though. If someone were to fall off the plane, even when it was touching the ground, it definitely wouldn't be pretty.
In a few minutes we're going to be thousands of feet in the air. That's terrifying.
" You alright? " Eddie's voice breaks through my thoughts. He glances up at me from a random rock magazine in his hands.
I nod stiffly, pulling my gaze from the window. I take a small breath to help myself calm down. " Yeah, I've just never been on a plane before. I guess I'm a little nervous. " I admit while beginning to play with my fingers. " Flying over the ocean is freaking me out a bit. "
Eddie sets his magazine on his lap and turns his full attention to me. " It's going to be alright. I've done this a million times. Nothing's happened then and nothing will happen now. Just try to distract yourself. " He reassures me. " Here. " He pulls out another magazine, this one also about metal music news. " It's band stuff so I hope you don't mind, but it might help to take your mind off of everything. Plus there's a pretty fire crossword puzzle in the back. " He says with a grin, trying to help me feel better.
I smile at him. " Thanks, Ed. "
Eddie's grin widens at the use of his nickname. " Why of course, m' lady. " He exaggerates a playful bow in his seat.
I roll my eyes. " You're a clown. "
" Actually, I prefer the term Jester. " Eddie laughs at my reaction. He glances to the chair next to him where Rose is curled up against the arm rest. The look of pure adoration in Eddie's eyes sends a flutter of happiness through my body.
He loves her so much. He's matured a lot since High school. I never would've pictured him to be this responsible. It's amazing what having a child can do to a person. He just wants the best for her.
" She's a great kid. " I compliment.
Eddie nods in agreement. " I'm very lucky. She's put up with a lot, especially with the tour and everything. "
I wonder where her mom is? I haven't heard Eddie mention anything about her and Rose never calls her.
" If you don't mind me asking, " I begin cautiously. " where's her mother? "
6 months seems very long for a kid to be apart from their parent, especially when they're as young as Rose.
A flicker of anger crosses Eddie's expression.
Worried I offended him, I try to fix it. " You don't have to tell me. Sorry, that was very personal, I shouldn't have asked. "
Eddie shakes his head. He gently pulls the blanket around Rose's small shoulder. " No, you didn't do anything wrong. " He sighs. " It's...it's a long story. "
Overhead the pilot announces that we will be taking off. My hands clamp onto my arm rests as we suddenly begin to move. I refuse to look out of the windows, focusing my attention on our conversation. " Well, lucky for you, I don't think I'll be going anywhere anytime soon. " I nod towards the window. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the ground rush by. We're going to fucking fast.
When we pick up from the ground my stomach drops. A weird unsettled feeling courses through my body. I try to ignore it.
It's okay. It's just a plane.
Yeah a plane thousands of feet in the fucking air.
Eddie seems to pick up on my distress. He leans forward in his seat, as well as forward as the seat belt will allow him to go, and he pats my knee. " It's gonna be alright, Y/N. " He glances over at Rose who's still sleeping and very much unbothered by what's going on around her. " Her mom is a model I met at a party a few years ago. We dated for a bit and then we found out she was pregnant. " Eddie sighs. " She wasn't that interested in being a mom, her career was just taking off. We tried to stay together at least until Rose was born but she wasn't happy. We decided it was best if we broke up. She isn't around much. She's still out there 'finding' herself. She's supposed to come see one of the shows when we get back into the States. She wants to see Rose. We'll see how that goes. She doesn't even bother with child support so I wouldn't be surprised if it's too difficult for her to make it out to see Rose. " He doesn't sound like he carries much belief in the woman.
" I'm so sorry. " I send him a sympathetic look. " That's very rough. "
Eddie shakes his head. " It's alright. I've got Rose and Rose's got me. She doesn't need anyone else. " He tenderly brushes a strand of hair out of the young girl's eyes. " Besides, now she's got an awesome nanny who will be there for here when I can't. " He sends me a smile.
" Of course. "
I've only been around the little girl for a little while but I'm starting to grow more and more protective over her.
Eddie and I continue to talk and eventually, my fears of flying begin to subside and I can finally relax.
It's nice catching up with Eddie. It's been so long since we've seen each other. I forgot how easy he is to be around. In many ways he's changed but in so many others he's exactly the same. He's kind and funny. He cares about what I have to say.
Things my ex struggled with at times.
I don't even realize when I begin to fall asleep. The peaceful atmosphere along with Eddie's soft voice lull me into a hazy state.
" Y/N? " Eddie's voice feels distant and quiet.
I don't respond, my lips feeling too heavy to move. I manage to muster up enough strength to crack my eyes open just enough to see through my lashes.
" Can I get a blanket please? " Eddie asks a nearby flight attendant. She quickly returns with a blanket which he opens up.
I hear the faint click of his seat belt as he takes it off. He shuffles around for a moment before leaning towards me.
My eyes, too heavy for me to keep open, close completely. I feel Eddie's gentle hands tuck the soft blanket around my shoulders. His touch is light as if he's scared of waking me up.
" Sleep well, Y/N. I'm so glad I ran into you. " His voice is so quiet I almost miss his words.
Too exhausted to think over his words, I let my mind slip into darkness, the feeling of safety and comfort completely surrounding me.
I missed Eddie.
*****
" How the fuck did they find out we were going to be here? " Eddie's slightly panicked voice.
My eyes widen at the sight in front of us. Dozens-no hundreds- of people are gathered around the entrance of the hotel we're supposed to be staying. Some are carrying large cameras with blinding flashes that go off as they snap pictures of the car. Others are loudly screaming and carrying signs. Everyone is loud and their eyes are desperate for a chance to see or be noticed by one of the boys.
" Someone must've leaked where you're staying. " Eddie's body guard, Tony, sighs. " Don't worry Ed, we'll get you guys in there safely. " He leans over to say something to the driver.
Eddie turns to me. " I forgot to pack sun glasses for you guys so this is what we're going to do. I'm going to get out and cover you two with my jacket. Keep her face hidden. Try not to look into the flash, that shit can blind you. " He pulls a pair of sunglasses out of his backpack and slips them on. " Trust me, it's not fun stumbling around while not being able to see. Don't worry about the bags. I'll send someone back to grab everything. "
I take Rose out of her car seat and pull her hood up. Eddie waits for me to get ready before he finally opens the door.
Noise floods into the car and the light is so much brighter than what the tinted windows let through.
I'm terrified. The crowd looks uncontrollable and hungry for the attention of Eddie.
The hotel's security struggles to keep a clear path for us to walk through. They firmly tell the crowd to back up but their voices only end up blending with the chaos of the screaming fans and inquisitive paparazzi's.
Eddie keeps true to his word. As soon as he's out of the car he turns his back to the crowd and holds his jacket out.
I hurry towards him, terrified of being in this mess longer than we have to be.
One of Eddie's arms snakes around my shoulders to block out the flashing lights. I tuck into his side, pulling Rose closer.
I keep my head down to watch my feet and keep an eye on Rose who's now restlessly twisting in my arms. The noise and lights are too overwhelming for her, she looks like she's about to burst into tears.
" Daddy! " She squeaks while trying to reach for the man. I struggle to keep a good grasp on her.
" It's okay, Rosie. It's okay. " His voice is calm, but I can tell he's nervous. His body is tense against mine and he's basically holding onto my shoulder for his life.
" Eddie! Who's with you right now? It this a new partner? " Someone shouts from around us.
" Is Rose there? How old is she now? "
" What do you have to say about the band that allegedly copied one of your songs? "
" Show us who you're with! "
Questions dart through the air causing an overwhelming feeling to flood me. There's so much going on.
" Back up! Back up! " Tony demands ahead of us.
" Please give us some space. We're just trying to get into the hotel. " Eddie's voice is forcibly polite.
It'll be over soon. We're almost there, right?
Damn it this walk feels like it's taken an eternity. The entrance really didn't seem this far away from the car.
Out of the corner of my eye I spot of hand reach under the jacket. It roughly yanks me back, causing me to slam further into Eddie. I let out a small gasp in surprise, my eyes widening.
Eddie firmly holds me down so I don't fall backwards, both of his arms grabbing onto me. " What the fuck! " He exclaims, pulling me further towards him and away from the person who grabbed me.
The jacket slips down slightly and I'm able to peek out over the top.
Rose is now full on sobbing, terrified of the sudden rough movements. Her small hands cling onto my shirt, looking for any form of comfort. The top of her head slightly peers out from between Eddie and I revealing one of her tear filled eyes.
I pull one of my hands over her face, trying to bounce her slightly.
I don't know what the fuck to do? How am I supposed to comfort a child when I don't even feel safe myself.
Eddie's livid. He sends a rough look towards the paparazzi who yanked me. " What the fuck is your problem? Don't touch them! Back the fuck off, you entitled piece of shit. We're fucking people! My daughter's right here! You could've hurt them both. " His grip around me is tight and protective.
The man's eyes widen in surprise. He's momentarily paused from taking pictures. " Hey man, I didn't mean anything buy it. I was just trying to get your attention. "
" Well you fucking got it. " Eddie snaps.
I haven't seen him this mad since failed Mr. Ryan's chem class for the 3rd time.
" Eddie please, let's get inside. " I beg the man.
Eddie's eyes shift towards us. His anger seems to morph into slight concern at the sight of our state. " Yeah, I'm sorry. Let's go. "
He sends one last nasty look towards the man who pulled me before we continue towards the hotel.
Eddie was right. These lights are blinding. If Eddie wasn't holding my shoulder's I'd definitely fall.
We finally make inside and I let out a breath of relief.
The doors close behind us and immediately security guards stand in front of them to block the entry of the nosy mob.
Eddie lets go of me and immediately reaches for his daughter. He shields her from the windows by blocking everyone's view with his back. " Oh, baby. " He mumbles with guilt. " I'm so sorry. Daddy's sorry. " He gently rubs circles into her small shaking back.
We make our way further in to the hotel and finally out of the view of the mob outside.
The crying seems to have worn out Rose because by the time we reach the front desk she's passed out. Not that I blame her, the whole day's been exhausting.
We collect our keys from the front desk before beginning our journey to find our rooms.
" This was a mistake. I shouldn't have brought her here. What if she's like traumatized now? She's too young for all this crap. " Eddie mumbles in concern.
" Hey, she's going to be alright. " I try to reassure him. " She's a strong little kid, she'll be okay. Don't beat yourself up too much about it. "
Eddie doesn't look like he believes me. Instead of voicing his concerns further, he chooses to nod and remain silent.
We finally come across the massive suite we're staying in. As soon as we enter we're greeted by a large common area with a beautiful gift basket full of treats. To the side is a small kitchen and bathroom.
Eddie disappears into one of the other rooms, one I'm assuming is a bedroom.
I make my way into the other room and a rush of exhaustion hits my body. I didn't realize how exhausted I was until I saw the bed.
I abandon my backpack near the door and flop onto the bed. A small sigh escapes my lips as I close my eyes to block out the bright lights.
This is going to be harder then I thought.
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Visiting Day
The heat is sweltering. The smell is nauseating.
Welcome to District Twelve.
Coriolanus stands tall though, taller than all the other men around him as one of their sergeant's drones on and on about how to behave today.
Because today is a special day.
It’s visiting day.
Coriolanus has been counting down the days until visiting day until he gets to see her again, have her in his arms.
When entering his second year at the University, he was prepared to be faced with exams, stuck-up professors, and of course, the many social events that he’d be expected to attend. What he was not prepared for was the opportunity given to a select ten male students to serve as “temporary Peacekeepers” for five months.
The idea of becoming a Peacekeeper, a public servant disgusted Coriolanus when he received the letter asking him to attend a meeting that would offer more explanation. Thankfully, Soarynn managed to persuade him to attend the meeting and that was where he learned that he wouldn’t really be seen or treated as a Peacekeeper
“You’ll have the authority of a sergeant,” one of their professors had explained. Professor Glass was the man who headed this program and further explained that they’d spend five months in one of the twelve Districts to learn and observe the Peacekeeper bases and report back their findings.
“We need to find the lapses in the system,” he had told them, “and we feel that we can count on you to do that for us considering you’re trusted Capitol citizens who love your country.”
Coriolanus hadn’t been thrilled by the idea of being stuck in one of the Districts for five months, but when the promise of extra credits and a diploma was presented, he accepted.
He just never expected to be stuck in District Twelve.
It hasn’t been bad for the most part. The food is utterly boring and dull and Coriolanus often finds himself longing for the foods he took for granted in the Capitol.
He and the other Capitol students who accepted the offer were also given special privileges as promised. Private sleeping quarters and showers, passes to go into town whenever they pleased and they could go unescorted.
For the most part, they sat inside and did paperwork. But they were able to observe how the other Peacekeepers went about their day, the tasks they performed. They had two months left and Coriolanus couldn’t wait to get the hell out of here. Even in October, it was still hot and he was sick of the bugs and the smell.
“I know you all are eager for your little reunions,” the sergeant continues as he paces back and forth in front of them, “but do not forget that you are to serve as examples for the rest of the men. That means maintaining a decent composure. Decorum!”
They all slightly jump at the last word and Coriolanus looks to his left to find Festus Creed trying to hide a smile. Festus widens his eyes at Coriolanus and mouths, “decorum,” in a teasing manner.
Coriolanus grins and shakes his head. He knows they’re all as eager as he is to see their loved ones descend from the train and make their way to the base. Most of the boys are without a girlfriend and are expecting family. Coriolanus being without any living family is only expecting his girlfriend.
Soarynn.
How long has it been since she’s been in his arms? Smiled up at him when he complimented her? Laughed when he told a joke?
Too long in his opinion.
Soarynn was mildly apprehensive about this five-month program once he told her all the new details about it. They’ve never been apart like this and Coriolanus would be lying if he said that it wasn’t taking a toll on him. They wrote to each other every week but letters could only do so much.
He was just itching to see her again.
The sergeant continues listing out rules for them to follow during this visitation. “No taking your visitors off the base, I can’t afford any casualties or run-ins with the locals. Too much paperwork,” the man says with a shake of his head, “you’ll have six hours with your visitors. I expect them all to be back at the station at six o’clock sharp. No exceptions.”
Six hours seems like a joke to Coriolanus who is so used to living with his girlfriend, but he’ll take what he can get at this point. The sound of several trucks pulling up alerts all of them and they all stare at one of the buildings where several figures can be seen moving inside through the tinted windows.
Another group of Peacekeepers march past them in formation, momentarily blocking his view of the building. By the time all the men have cleared, he can see the group of visitors all surrounding one of the Commanders, Commander Hoff who seems to be giving a tour of sorts.
Coriolanus highly doubts that any of these families give a fuck about the base but they all nod their heads and do their best to look interested. It’s a stark contrast to see how the Capitol folk are dressed compared to those who are District.
Despite the heat, most men are wearing button-ups and trousers and a few are sporting suit jackets as well. All the ladies are dressed in expensive dresses and high heels, flaunting jewelry and handbags.
Coriolanus cranes his neck to try and see Soarynn but she’s out of his sight. She’s on the shorter side but he was hoping she might try to see him early on. He wonders how the train ride was for her if she was comfortable and well taken care of.
He heard a few snickers and looks over at the group of Peacekeepers who had just marched past them who are now watching the group of visitors, amused looks on their faces. All of these men are District-born scum who Coriolanus does his best to avoid. Even though they’ve sworn to defend and serve the Capitol, Coriolanus doesn’t trust them.
They’re District. Simple as that.
One look at his fellow classmates tells him that they all feel the same way about their newfound audience. They want these men as far away from their families as possible. But they can’t move, can’t do anything about it. Coriolanus will have to wait for Soarynn to reach him, to touch him, and relieve him from his post.
It’s almost torturous.
Finally, Hoff finishes his spiel about who knows what and begins leading the visitors towards them. Coriolanus straightens up, quickly glancing over his uniform to make sure he’s presentable. All ten of the University students were given different uniforms to wear during their time in Twelve to help the leaders differentiate them from the lowly Peacekeepers.
His uniform is black, the lines and edges crisp and freshly washed. His boots are freshly shined and his face has been shaved and washed for today.
He’s so ready.
Then, he sees her. Nearing the back of the group but he’d recognize that blonde head of hair anywhere. She’s walking with the Creeds, no surprise there. All their parents grew up with one another, but only so many survived the war. Still, the remaining survivors look after their friend’s children in many ways, which includes allowing a young woman to walk with them toward a much-awaited reunion.
That was probably the worst part about all of this, leaving Soarynn behind, leaving her alone.
She has her cat Petunia but it’s not the same and they both know that.
He can see that Soarynn despite the weather and location has dressed to impress. She’s wearing a white dress with a straight neckline and short sleeves. The dress cinches at the waist and slightly fans out, accentuating her figure and her legs. She has a coat on as well, perfectly matching the color of her dress despite the rather hot weather. For shoes, she’s chosen a bold route, sporting white high heels to match her white leather handbag. He remembers gifting her that bag, how excited she had been about it.
Her hair is styled to perfection in a side part with large, bouncy waves. Coriolanus believes it’s what the ladies call “a blow-out.” Whatever that means.
She’s a sight for sore eyes his girl.
He watches as families reunite with their sons, wrapping them in loving embraces. Some mothers are crying while others fuss over their sons who will always be their baby boys. The fathers are more reserved but Coriolanus can see how proud they are of their sons.
Mrs. Creed reaches Festus first and nearly breaks his ribs in a motherly embrace and Festus lets out a sound of slight discomfort as he returns his mother’s hug.
But Coriolanus and his attention are quickly drawn to the stunning young woman who is making her way to him at a rapid pace. Soarynn Nightingale is a picture of Capitol sophistication. She never follows trends and yet always seems to be ahead of them. She never gossips but knows everything about everyone. She’s a stellar student who also manages to attend all social events without fail. And despite being orphaned at a young age, she’s very well-mannered.
All those manners fly out the window as she begins to run towards him with a big smile on her face. Coriolanus can’t help but smile back and open his arms as Soarynn flies into them, letting out a squeal.
Coriolanus wraps his arms around her instantly and suddenly he feels whole again. Like a piece of him has been missing this entire time and now he has it again. He buries his nose in her neck, inhaling that sweet scent of vanilla that he now only catches whiffs of from the letters she sends to him.
He lets out a deep sigh and tightens his hold on Soarynn as if he’s never going to let her go. And he doesn’t plan on it for the next six hours.
When they finally pull away from the hug he almost melts looking into her blue-gray eyes. They’re so dazzling. She’s still smiling and looking at him as if he’s the greatest thing in the world, “Coryo,” she breathes and it’s enough for him to crash his lips onto hers.
They earn themselves a few whistles for the rather public display of affection. Their Capitol friends are used to them being a couple, always being seen together but Coriolanus is selective on the type of affection he shows to Soarynn in public.
Kisses on cheeks, holding hands, fetching her a new glass of champagne. It’s the little things that let other men know exactly who she belongs to without having to try too hard. And Soarynn is the same way when it comes to being in public. Grabbing his arm as they walk through museum halls, always staying by his side, carrying his mints in her purse.
They’re perfect together.
“I’ve missed you, my love,” he says against her lips. Soarynn sighs into the kiss and it’s enough to let him know that she returns the sentiment.
Neither of them make any attempt to break away from the kiss, after the past two and a half months, they deserve to be as touchy as they’re being right now. “Coryo,” she sighs, “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.” His arms tighten around her waist when he hears those words, hears that she’s missed him as much as he’s missed her.
“Why don’t we go somewhere more private hmm?” He suggests, thinking of his private sleeping quarters. Soarynn pulls away from the kiss and nods eagerly, “Yes, I’d like that very much.”
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“It’s not much, but it’s better than sleeping in the barracks,” he tells her as he unlocks the door to his small sleeping quarters. It’s a shack to put it plainly. With a single twin bed pushed against the left wall and a dresser sitting at the foot of the bed. Against the right wall sits a desk and chair and on the back wall is a single door that leads to the most basic bathroom one can imagine.
Still, it’s private.
Soarynn doesn’t let go of his hand while he unlocks the door, nor does she comment on the barren room he sleeps in every night. A few of his friends had decorated their quarters with photos but Coriolanus hadn’t bothered. Not when he’d be leaving soon.
The bed is perfectly made with the sheets pulled tightly. There’s truly not a speck of dust in this room which is quite something compared to Festus Creed’s sleeping quarters. Coriolanus wouldn’t be surprised if Festus had a rat infestation.
“It’s very you,” Soarynn decides as they step in, closing and locking the door behind her. He grins down at her, “Is it very me because it's neat or because there’s no decorations?” One thing he’s learned about Soarynn is that she appreciates a good piece of decoration. She’s completely transformed the penthouse since she moved in and if she had her way, she’d do the same to this small room.
She gives him a sheepish smile, “Perhaps. Although I do recall sending you several photographs of Petunia that you could’ve hung up on your wall.”
Coriolanus knows he would be the laughingstock of District Twelve if he had pictures of his girlfriend’s cat on his wall. Even if Petunia is quite the cute feline. He scratches the back of his neck, “Well, I didn’t want them to get ruined, darling. The humidity could’ve caused the edges to curl.” Soarynn laughs and he knows he’s caught but she doesn’t seem upset. She stands on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to his cheek, “It’s your room, not mine.”
She has a point.
He looks down at his girlfriend and it seems he’s forgotten how beautiful she really is. With her tan skin with freckles and her soft pink lips. “How was the train ride?”
Soarynn shrugs, “It was fine. I mostly spoke with all the other families on the way here. It only took a bit over a day to arrive here surprisingly, so we arrived this morning which gave me some time to get ready.”
Coriolanus has no shame as he truly drinks Soarynn in. With her blonde hair perfectly curled, and her white dress with an open back which is perfect for ventilation on a hot day like today now that she's taken off her coat. For jewelry she’s gone with the golden rose pendant necklace he got her last year for their anniversary. Her fingers are adorned with several other gold rings that would cost a small fortune here in District Twelve.
Coriolanus tightens his grip on her hand as he thinks about how eager the District folk must be to get their hands on any unsuspecting Capitol citizen who’s paying a visit today. He can picture his sweet, innocent girlfriend being attacked on the way back to the station, ransacked for all her jewelry.
“Were you escorted from the train station?” He asks, and Soarynn nods, giving his hand a small squeeze, “Yes darling. We were kept perfectly safe.”
He wants to point out that nowhere is safe as long as they’re outside of the Capitol’s borders, but he doesn’t want to ruin their reunion. He glances over at his bed, speaking of…reunion.
“Did you miss me?” Soarynn rolls her eyes at his question and lets go of his hand, walking over to his small bed which is a joke compared to their bed in the Capitol, “Did I miss your big ego and your self-obsessed questions? Hmm, let me think about that,” she teases before sitting on the edge of the bed.
Coriolanus grins and watches her kick off her heels, "Did you miss me?" She counters, batting her lashes up at him like the little vixen she is. He takes his time walking over to her, enjoying how she squirms with anticipation.
It's been a long time since they've been together, too long in his opinion. And Coriolanus plans on making the most of their six hours together. He stops right in front of her and slowly sinks to his knees, watching Soarynn's eyes adopt a more sultry look. He gently takes hold of her foot, noting how each little toe has a fresh layer of white polish on them. Even her feet are perfect.
He presses a soft kiss to the top of her foot before pressing another kiss to her calve, slowly working his way up her leg. Her eyes never leave his as he so happily kneels in front of the woman he loves, the woman he would devote his entire life to if she asked him to do so.
By the time he reaches her inner thigh, they're both ridden with sexual tension and Soarynn takes hold of his golden curls and yanks his head up to meet her in a passionate kiss. He groans into the kiss, sliding a hand up her thigh and under her dress to find her panties already soaked.
Soarynn moans into the kiss and bucks into his hand when his fingers graze her folds, "Please," she gasps. Coriolanus smirks and brings his other hand to the back of her dress where the zipper is located, "Help me take this off, darling."
It's comical how fast Soarynn's fingers work to unzip the dress. She lifts her hips from the bed momentarily so he can slip it over her arms and toss it somewhere behind her. Coriolanus knows she has to leave this base looking somewhat decent. It would be terribly awkward for her to board the train looking like a disheveled mess.
His breath hitches in his throat when he sees her dressed in a matching set of lingerie. A white bralette with intricate lace detailing and her panties have the same fabric and pattern, with a little bow in the front. How adorable.
Coriolanus really just wants to rip her panties in half but again, she must look presentable when going back home so he settles for carefully taking them off and swearing under his breath when he sees her cunt for the first time since he left the Capitol.
She's absolutely soaked and Coriolanus is fucking starving. He grabs both her thighs and holds them apart as far as they'll go before diving in to taste her wetness, lapping at her clit and folds. Soarynn lets out a loud moan and her hand finds his curls once again, tugging on them while she whimpers. "Oh Coryo, please, right there, yes, yes, yes, please."
He wishes he could just keep her here in his pocket, that he could have Soarynn whenever he wanted, hold her whenever he wanted. Two months seems like an eternity right now.
He sucks on her clit hard and that has Soarynn squealing, her thighs nearly crushing his head but he'd happily die buried between her legs. "I'm close," Soarynn moans. Coriolanus looks up from her cunt to see the absolute vision Soarynn Nightingale is when she feels good. Her head is thrown back, her breasts are nearly spilling out of her bralette, and her skin smells like vanilla.
"Cum for me darling," he says against her cunt, his tongue delving inside to taste more of her sweetness. Soarynn whines and grinds her cunt into him, riding his face essentially. It's so fucking erotic and nasty that Coriolanus has a big, growing problem in his pants.
One final lick on her clit sends Soarynn into an orgasmic spiral and his name tumbles out of her mouth like a prayer.
Coriolanus stays down there until all he hears are soft whimpers, and he presses one final kiss to her cunt before rising up onto his feet to find Soarynn splayed out on his bed, her blonde hair creating a crown almost above her head. He cocks his head and steps between her spread legs, watching her pant as she tries to catch her breath, "So did you miss me?"
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Soarynn's giggles against his chest make Coriolanus want to hold her tighter against him. They're curled up on his small twin bed, both naked and sweaty, she'll probably have to take a shower before they leave this room. He presses a kiss to her temple, "What's that giggle about hmm?"
Soarynn props her head on his chest, those dazzling eyes catching him off guard once again. He's truly forgotten how beautiful she is. Perhaps he's taken his sweet, adoring girlfriend for granted all these years. The past few months away from each other have done him some good in appreciating all that Soarynn is to him.
"Your feet hang off the end of the bed," she says with another giggle. Coriolanus slightly sits up to see that his feet do in fact, slightly dangle off the edge of the twin bed. He rolls his eyes and settles back down on his pillow, running a loving hand over her hair, "Well most Peacekeepers aren't as tall as I am darling," he reminds her.
Coriolanus is more than proud of his height. Six feet and two inches to be precise. He loves it even more when he's with Soarynn. Loves how he can scoop her up, reach to grab things for her, to always be taller than her even when she's in heels.
"Well you're certainly the strongest Peacekeeper," Soarynn tells him, "you've gotten so much bigger since I last saw you." Her words stroke his ego and he smiles, the training he's been doing since arriving in Twelve has helped define his physique even more, giving him larger muscles. "Thank you. It's definitely been more physical than I anticipated," he admits. It's a good thing he exercised daily when living in the Capitol.
Soarynn tilts her head the same way Petunia does when she's curious about something, "In what way?" She asks. Coriolanus bites his inner cheek as he thinks, "Well, the training is quite demanding. We have to do a certain number of pushups, pull-ups, things like that."
Soarynn shakes her head, "I'd never last in the military."
Coriolanus takes a moment to look at her small frame. Soarynn is lean, she's around five feet and six inches but she's well-toned for a girl her age. She does these workout classes with her friends and they look torturous in his opinion. There are strange machines and it seems that everyone who does these classes is as flexible as can be, including Soarynn. Overall she's very fit, more than most of her friends but she most likely would get her ass handed to her after a day of Peacekeeper training.
"Well drop down and give me twenty," he says, watching her face morph from one of amusement to one of confusion. He nods at her, "You heard me private, drop down and give me twenty."
Soarynn raises her eyebrows but humors him and slowly peels her body off of his, giving him quite the view of her naked form before she stands up, stretching her arms into the air, "Do all of you Peacekeepers train naked?" She teases, “Or is it just me?”
Coriolanus rolls his eyes and does his best not to imagine having the train naked with other men. It would be traumatizing, to say the least.
“Just you,” he replies, “since you’re so special.”
Soarynn rolls her eyes and her eyes land on the desk next to her and the single drawer it possesses. Soarynn is a curious creature by nature and Coriolanus doesn’t even bother to stop her as she pulls the drawer open, letting out an excited gasp when she sees the drawer's contents.
All of the letters she’s written him.
“Oh, Coryo you kept them!”
He nods, watching as she rifles through the thick stack of letters he’s received from her. Coriolanus does his best to write her at least twice a week but it feels as if he receives a letter from her every single day, and there is almost always a picture of her and Petunia included.
“Of course I did,” he replies, “I look forward to reading them every day darling.”
It helps that Soarynn seems to have a passion for writing and can be rather lengthy and descriptive in her letters, informing him of the latest gossip and Capitol news. She’s been his little spy in a way.
“I enjoy reading yours as well,” she mumbles, flipping through several pages of her handwriting, “do the other boys get letters?”
Not as many as I do, he thinks to himself.
“They do. But mostly from their mothers.”
He’s seen the letters his friends have received and they’re all along the same lines of their mothers worrying themselves to death about their precious baby boys. “Be so careful my darling boy, blah, blah, blah.”
They usually receive letters right before dinner so they often read them out loud to each other in the mess hall and exchange any new forms of gossip they’ve found out. The boys always look forward to Soarynn’s since she actually provides useful information rather than someone’s mother talking about her lady's luncheon.
Soarynn hums and carefully places the letters back in the drawer and pulls out a few photographs that he brought with him. They’re all of her of course, Coriolanus knew he’d need something pretty to look at while being stuck in this hellhole.
Soarynn smiles softly at the photographs and traces her finger along a particular one, “Which one is that?” Coriolanus asks, sitting up in the bed. Soarynn steps over to him and sits on the edge of the bed, allowing him to hook his chin over her shoulder, “It’s the one we took after graduation.”
Coriolanus scans over the photograph and remembers that day well. It had been quite the celebration for them once they graduated from the Academy. The photograph shows the two of them in their cap and gowns, both smiling brightly at each other while holding their diplomas. “I like that one,” he finally says.
They both sit in silence for a moment, naked yet fully equal with one another. Coriolanus doesn’t know how he’s going to watch her leave, watch her walk away. How did she do it when he left?
He hadn’t been prepared to be the one being left behind this time.
“I wish you could stay forever,” he mumbles, pressing kisses to her shoulder. Soarynn sighs softly and takes his large hand in her small one, “I know. But we only have two more months. The worst of it is over.”
Coriolanus wants to point out that he is the one suffering from the worst of it but he knows that Soarynn has suffered too, just in different ways. “I’ve been terribly lonely without you,” she adds.
Coriolanus frowns against her skin, “But you have your friends, darling,” he points out. She also has her classes and events to attend. Soarynn shakes her head, “It’s not the same. You’re my family Coryo, you’re…you’re a part of me that I require to be complete.”
His heart swells at her words. They’ve both been dealt a shitty card when it comes to their families, both dead from the war leaving the two of them orphaned. But they found each other, built their own little family.
“I know darling. We’ll be together soon,” he promised, wrapping his arm around her waist, “and until then we can keep writing letters. And Petunia is family too isn’t she?” He hates to give the cat any credit but she’s a loyal pet to Soarynn.
Soarynn leans back against him and it feels so good to have her in his arms again. He knows that he should show her around the base, introduce her to people. But Coriolanus Snow is often a selfish man and for the next few hours, he wants her all to himself.
꧁ ꧂
"I think it looks attractive."
Soarynn scowls at his words as she stares at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She's attempting to make herself look somewhat presentable before leaving to go back home to the Capitol but after a few more rounds, her hair is a mess. "I think it looks horrendous," she retorts, letting his eyes in the mirror's reflection.
He can't stop the boyish grin from spreading across his face as he watches her fuss in the mirror. The bathroom is far too small for the two of them but they made it work and Coriolanus even managed to slip into the shower with her. "Just put it up darling, no one's going to notice." He knows how much Soarynn cares about her outward appearance and he would too but he also thinks it's somewhat adorable at how worked up she is about all of this.
Soarynn looks around the sparse bathroom which includes a toilet, a sink, and a shower, all within reaching distance of one another. "Do you miss our bathroom at home?" He doesn't hesitate to answer her question, "Yes."
Coriolanus misses a lot of things. He misses his large bathroom with its big shower. He misses his comfortable king-sized bed with the fluffy pillows and thick duvet. He misses his living room and kitchen where he used to host parties. He misses Soarynn most of all.
Soarynn smiles and shakes her head, "You were spoiled in the Capitol." She says that like it's his fault for being born in the greatest city of Panem. He wouldn't have it any other way though. He looks down at his wristwatch and frowns, she has to leave soon, very soon.
He's going to miss his girl so much. Just seeing her in his room has brightened everything up. How will he ever be able to look at his bed without picturing her in it? See his mirror without seeing her staring at her reflection?
"I'm going to miss you," he tells her, his voice slightly hoarse. Soarynn's face softens and she turns to look at him directly, "I know darling. But...but we'll be together again soon, I promise." Neither of them hesitates to pull one another into an embrace, skin on skin.
He buries his nose in her soft hair, smelling the sweet scent of vanilla for the last time. When he comes home he's going to marry this girl, he knows that much.
꧁ ꧂
They both hold onto each other's hands tightly as they approach the train station. Coriolanus managed to convince Hoff to let him escort Soarynn to the train and he's cherished every second he's had with her since they set off for town.
"It's certainly...different here," Soarynn decides. Coriolanus nods, ignoring the looks they get from the locals, "Yes it is."
Part of him wants to jump onto the train with her and go back home but then he'd be deserting his fellow Peacekeepers, and that could count for treason. He'll just have to stick it out for two more months. Sixty days. Hell on earth.
They come to a stop in front of the door Soarynn will step through, separating them once again. "I love you," Soarynn says, looking up at him. She looks so beautiful. Her dress doesn't look too wrinkled and her hair is styled in a fashionable updo, and she can always say that she put it up because of the heat if anyone questions her.
Coriolanus offers her a small smile, "I love you too darling, with all my heart and soul." Soarynn sniffles and Coriolanus pulls her in for a hug, wrapping his strong arms around her one last time, "Promise you'll keep writing to me," she whispers. He nods even though she can't see him, "Of course I will. And promise me that you'll try to enjoy yourself while I'm away. Have a little bit of fun."
Soarynn lets out a dry laugh but he hopes his wishes for her to enjoy herself come true. He doesn't want her running around the Capitol streets at night, but he also doesn't want her cooped up in the apartment either.
They stay like that until the sharp whistle of the train reminds them that one of them will be leaving soon. "I love you Soarynn, don't forget that," he tells her, cupping her face in his hands. Soarynn looks up at him and there's a hint of tears in her eyes, just like the first time they said goodbye.
"I love you too Coryo. Please take care of yourself darling, come back to me safe and sound." He presses a kiss to her lips to show her that he intends to return to her in one piece, ready to spend the rest of his life with her.
Another whistle lets them know it's now or never. Should Soarynn miss this train Coriolanus wouldn't know what to do with her, where to put her. District Twelve only gets a certain number of shipments a month and he wouldn't be able to guarantee when the next train would come.
It's time to say goodbye.
"I'll see you soon darling," he promises, giving her forehead a kiss, "and when I do, I have every intention of marrying you and making you Mrs. Snow."
The smile on Soarynn's face makes saying goodbye all worth it.
She gives him one final kiss before hopping onto the train, waving goodbye through the window as it pulls away from the station.
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One Week Later
Dear Coryo,
Mrs. Snow does have a nice ring to it.
Love, Soarynn
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In one of your last posts you mentioned you were studying the civil war in Vandée. Have you ever seen the rather new movie "Vaincre ou Mourir" on the topic? If yes, what do you think of it? I was very curious to give it a try, hoping it's not the usual demonisation of the revolutionary government. Not that I expect it to be portrayed positively in a movie focused on the Vendéean insurgents pov, of course...
Thanks a lot for your question! It’s the first one I've ever received, and I’m really excited to dive into it. (I might have gone a bit overboard, so grab a coffee or a drink before you tackle this beast… TLDR at the bottom…)
I watched "Vaincre ou Mourir" a couple of months ago. Before I dive into my thoughts, the man himself would like a word:
All jokes aside, have you ever been to one of those medieval theme parks where they offer a "realistic" medieval show with dinner? As a kid, every summer, my parents took me to a jousting show at an Italian theme park. We'd watch two knights fight each other for an hour while being “medieval” and munching on chicken legs without any cutlery.
That's pretty much how I felt watching this movie: it’s flashy and fun but doesn’t have much going on underneath. It makes more sense when you discover that the film was funded by Puy le Feu, a large historical theme park in Vendée.
The context
And this is the thing: despite the Canal+ distribution, most of the production is local. The Vendée itself is often defined as a memory space (1), which can lead to a community feeling a special connection to their past. This is often reflected in local traditions, commemorations, and even political leanings. I remember watching an interview from the bicentenary where some locals said they don’t celebrate the 14th of July as a matter of principle—200 years later!
It’s also worth noting that the Vendée has a history of conservative and right-leaning political preferences, and Canal+ is also a right-leaning media outlet.
The Experts
Is it a documentary? Is it a fictional film? It's hard to say in the first few minutes.
The movie attempts to project historical accuracy by introducing four experts right at the start. If a film opens with such a direct appeal to authority, I tend to scrutinise who these experts are. So, who are they?
Reynald Secher: a historian who has been a massive proponent of the Vandean genocide theory. He is very anti-Republican, and his research methodologies are rather sketchy…
Nicolas Delahaye: I don’t know much about him, but I see he publishes primarily regionally in a Vendean publishing house. That doesn’t necessarily mean he’s particularly biased, but it does mean his audience is very limited to people with specific views.
Anne Rolland-Boulestreau: a historian at the Université Catholique de l’Ouest specialising in the Vendée counter-revolution. Her articles in the Annales Historiques de la Révolution Française seem unbiased and well-researched. I own one of her books but haven't read it yet, so I can't speak to her longer-form content.
Armand Bernand: if you google de la Rochejaquelein, you will find this guy everywhere. He owns a publishing house, loves the Château de la Durbelière (2), and wrote a series of books set there. He clearly has a historical crush on M. Henri. I think he cosplayed him during some re-enactments and wrote a book about Henri’s brother Auguste.
It’s worth mentioning they either hail from Vendée or work exclusively within the region. This is my bias speaking because I’ve pretty much read all his work, but if you make a movie about the Vendee and can’t get Jean-Clément Martin to say something on camera about it, you should probably not feature any experts…
The Story
After an awkward three minutes of experts telling us how important the revolution was and introducing Charette, we get to the actual movie, which opens with a pile of bodies, burnings, a hanged person, and an awkward first-person voiceover of Charette saying that they made the Vendee into an inferno. This will be a theme for the next hour or so.
If I were to describe this film in two words, "tragedy porn" would fit. What occurred in Vendée was horrific, and its rightly violent portrayal should help viewers understand and appreciate the human and historical impact. However, the film often prioritises shock value over explaining the underlying reasons.
Charette is, by all accounts, a very compelling subject. The guy was a libertine with bucket-loads of courage and style who had a woman as an aide de camp in 1793! Despite spending 1.5 hours with him, narrated from his perspective, I would be hard-pressed to tell you what he’s actually fighting for. Is it honour? Is it revenge? Is it stubbornness? Your guess is as good as mine!
There is absolutely no character growth whatsoever. The film presents as a sequence of battles and shocking scenes narrated by a somewhat detached Charette. Remember what I said about the medieval show? This shock-value approach might work for a short performance during dinner but falls flat when stretched across an entire film.
Despite the weak script, the actors are quite good. Nothing Oscar-worthy, but they can act. The guy that plays Charette does a very good job and is quite charismatic.
The Historical Accuracy
On the whole, I can’t see glaring historical errors. It is fairly historically accurate with some minor issues. This is obviously not an exhaustive list, but there are things I noticed and jotted down:
The main one is the bizarre theory that Charette agreed to the peace of 1795 because he was promised that Louis XVII would be handed to him. This has absolutely no credible historical basis whatsoever. It’s a myth that has been propagated for over 200 years.
I’m pretty sure Charette didn’t sign the treaty of La Jaunaye. In fact, as far as I remember, no one from the insurgent side signed it.
While not a historical inaccuracy per se, it's a missed opportunity that the film often portrays Charette as the sole leader of the Vendean army. Though he mentions being one chief among many, this aspect is quickly glossed over. His historical relationship with the Catholic and Royal Army and its leaders was complex and would have been interesting to explore further. It's a shame the film likely didn't have the budget to delve into this, as it could have also demonstrated that Vendée wasn't a monolith.
The depiction of the republican army as well-equipped is somewhat exaggerated. If they were as well-appointed as shown, Carnot and Prieur (Cote D’or) would be out of a job, and Saint-Just wouldn't have needed to requisition shoes for the army.
Lastly, the film underexplains the context of why the counter-revolution started. In my opinion, it manipulatively emphasises the king's execution more than warranted, suggesting it triggered the popular uprising when it really did not. The conflict in Vendée began as a peasant revolt, where the local population was far more concerned with religious issues than royal politics. Most Vendean peasants likely couldn't name the king—they probably knew he was a Louis since there had been a Louis on the throne for 200 years, but that's about it. Their concerns were local: when parish priests who had taken the civic oath replaced their traditional priests, and the Levée en masse was decreed, forcing them to fight random Germans 600 km away for a regime threatening their way of life, they rebelled.
Is the movie anti-Republican propaganda?
To wrap up, is the film anti-Republican? Frankly, I don’t believe it is overtly so. It adopts a somewhat clichéd stance: the revolution's ideals were noble, but things eventually went too far. While I have plenty of thoughts on this—which I'll keep to myself for now—I wouldn’t say this perspective is inherently anti-Republican.
Charette is depicted as initially supportive of the revolution, which is accurate for many aristocrats, especially the minor nobility. The portrayal of Republican soldiers is balanced, with General Jean-Pierre Travot sometimes appearing more honourable than Charette. As the main character, Charette is shown as lazy, indecisive, and sometimes brutal, so the film does not attempt to heroise him. The princes, especially Artois, are also depicted negatively. So, the film isn’t overtly royalist.
Is there a specific stance against the Government (aka the CSP)? I don’t recall them being mentioned, which, again, is accurate since most Vendeeans, including the nobility, were not deeply involved in Parisian politics.
That being said, Carrier and Turreau are portrayed very negatively, and rightfully so. Republican generals are also shown as less likely to spare the "brigands" when captured, which aligns with historical accounts. The movie leans heavily on shock value, featuring hard-to-watch scenes of executions, guillotines, and drownings. Unfortunately, even the staunchest republican historians would be hard-pressed to find the evidence to call those scenes revisionists.
Beyond that, the only thing that stood out to me about the Republicans is that they made Kleber look about 60 years old.
In conclusion, is this the most accurate film ever? Certainly not. Is it counter-revolutionary propaganda? I genuinely don’t think so, and if someone claims otherwise, they’re likely being disingenuous.
TLDR:
Watched the movie "Vaincre ou Mourir," which felt like a medieval theme park show—entertaining but lacking depth, probably due to its funding by an actual historical theme park. Despite its attempt to appear historically accurate with expert interviews, the film fails to deeply explore its characters or the complexities of the Vendée region's history. While it doesn't contain major historical inaccuracies, it oversimplifies the causes and events of the Vendée uprising, focusing more on visual shock than factual explanation. Not outright anti-Republican or counter-revolutionary, but doesn't offer new insights into anything. Overall, flashy but not as informative as it could be.
Notes
A memory space is defined as a location (physical or otherwise) where memories, histories, and narratives are preserved, shared, and understood within a society or culture. Things like museums, monuments, rituals, stories and in this case a region can be memory spaces
Château de la Durbelière was the home of La Rochejaquelein
PS: Thank you again for your question! I had a lot of fun answering it.
#frev#french revolution#vendee war#vendee#charette#amateurvoltaire's essay ramblings#vaincre ou mourir#review
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this is just something silly
best man!schlatt switching your wine for his whiskey. he slowly inches towards a lady (NOT the bride) who is wearing an “off white” ballgown. just to comically toss the liquid behind his shoulder to stain the skirt.
of course getting you a refill after bc he’s a gentleman but in his defense it was put to good use (we all agree)
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no i love this so much.
you’re too busy talking to someone, maybe one of amelia’s family members, to even notice your drink has been switched out. you distractedly pick up the glass to take a sip and nearly gag, obviously not expecting whiskey. you know schlatt is behind this, so you turn to give him a piece of your mind, just to find him much farther away than he was just seconds ago.
you watch him stop, assessing the area, before coughing and tossing the glass over his shoulder, fully dousing one of james’ self proclaimed “girl best friends” (we’ve all seen the tiktok scenarios) who had shown up in an “off-white gown” aka a wedding dress. it’s an oddly sweet gesture, indicative of the protectiveness schlatt must feel over amelia and her feelings, the respect he has for her and james’ special day. the woman takes off to the bathroom, crying, and amelia shoots him a look, but everyone can tell she appreciated what schlatt did.
he stops by the bar, grabbing another glass of wine, before returning to you with a proud grin on his face. “sorry, toots.” he says, handing the glass over to you, taking his own back. “had to take care of some business.”
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Not my normal vibe but Mermaid OC challege by @monkiart with my oc Ayu and @yingjiaoyue ' s oc Syaoron. Call them "ToxicRose". Ayu is siren in this and Syaoron still a seafood chef.
Yeah I suck at drawing scales and bg 😔
Anyway their story for this AU
ToxicRose [Siren AU]
In this AU Ayu is a siren from Mermaid Island [Yes that place exist at my country lol] . Mermaid and siren is both rival with same bad trait. Set in dark fantasy setting they both not safe in a hand of humans. Not only them but other magical sea creatures will be hunt by human to serve as meal.
Ayu was caught by human and brought to Syaoron's restaurant. At first Ayu tried to used her siren power to control Syaoron but that didn't work. She was place big aquariam before her time to be cook. But to her suprise that time didn't come. She heard she was supposed to be main dish for very big night. But that night something bad happend. Ayu doesn't really know what happend.
She can hear the chaos but never really understand what happend since she was locked anyway. The aquariam wasn't a normal one. It's was thick and coated with strong magic. Though it doesn't harm Ayu, it still trap her.
Ayu just swim around in aquariam waiting for her time. She heard that the night she was supposed to be cook was sabotage by someone. That person tried to ruin Syaoron's restaurant status by making it look bad. Somehow they manage to free a lot rats and cockroachs in one time and cause the flood in building. But somehow Syaoron got everything under control. The 'big' persons Syaoron have to serve wasn't please with what happend.
Somehow Ayu feel bad and impressed with Syaoron for that. With all the things that happend it's kinda leave bad taste in people mouth. Business have been slow Ayu would say. She heared the news by Syaoron workers when they talk to each other that the person cause the chaos other night was a weird looking man and a black monkey.......? Police still investigating about that.
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"Tertekan nampak" Ayu said to Syaoron as he give Ayu her meal of the day. Ayu got feed 3 times a day which wasn't bad. "Huh" Syaoron look distracted. "I said you look kinda stress" Ayu just chewing her fish. Syaoron looked Ayu with blank stare. This kinda their routine everyday for now. Syaoron came and give Ayu her food and Ayu tried to talk with Syaoron. Could say she was bored. She have nothing to do anyway. All she did was swim around a watch every worker and Syaoron through the aquariam glass.
"It's none of your business" Syaoron said could not bother with Ayu. "I can help you" Ayu said quickly. Syaoron just looked Ayu with questioning look. " I know...that business kinda slow lately...." It's worst actually maybe Syaoron restaurant have to be close because of the bad repotation they're having and all the worker start to wanting to quit . "You know I'm a siren right?...I can help you by using my power". Ayu bit hesitate to ask but she did it anyway. Syaoron wasn't stupid. Of course he know about how siren power work.
Syaoron looked away for a minute before looking back at Ayu. "What are you offering?". Syaoron asked fast with serious face. This time like this he is desperate. Ayu was cought off by that. She really wasn't expecting Syaoron consider he offer. "I'll help you got your customers back and in return you make people stop hunting creature at Mermaid Island. Just Mermaid Island, I don't care if want to hunt at other place." "And how are you gonna do that when you in here?" Syaoron asked. "I have a human disguise. Well... supposed to have . I just never try. But do we have a deal?" Ayu asked with awkward smile while give her hand to Syaoron. "Deal" Syaoron shake Ayu hand. Damn he really is desparate.
Finally Ayu is free..... with cost.
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Sorry this story kind boring. Can't think of any other idea for this au so this will do .
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i totally agree, the relationships between fathers and sons are prolly my fave elements of pjo, but let's not nerf our goddesses ricky!!
i can't even begin to explain how much i loathe rick's depictions of femininity in the series, he will pay for his depictions of aphrodite and hera, two goddesses very feminine in what they represent. he did the entire concept of aphrodite's children so so poorly, he doesn't even try to show us their skillset and shows them sitting out of capture the flag to do their makeup or whatever?? and i like the idea of hera being obsessed with the 'perfect family' ideal she is trying to get the olympians to live up to but the way rick has portrayed it has fallen so short and it is obvious in general fandom reception of hera that it is inherently misogynistic (the amount of times i've seen people call pjo hera a bitch, keep my wife's name out of your fucking mouth!!). like hera is so misunderstood, she is one of the only gods to challenge zeus and take action especially since she's in a position to do so with less repercussion than others might receive (with the exception of the rebellion and whatnot), but no!! she is evil stepmother!! bitch who goes after zeus' lovers and children!!
and then you have slightly less feminine goddesses (though i'd argue they're still quite feminine in nature) artemis and athena, the former being a manhating stoic girlboss, how fucking creative rick go girl give us nothing. and what's the deal with artemis kicking out two sapphics from the hunt, like that is so icky to me in so many ways. then there's athena, who rick goes out of his way to show that she is a bad mother and person in general (using the roman myth of medusa on a greek goddess?? boooo, tomato, tomato). rick has the most annoying tendency to find one stereotypical trait about a greek god and just latch onto that for their characterisation and nothing else, you see it with some of the gods but it is so so prevalent in the goddesses. poseidon gets his good moments as a dad and viewed quite favourably in percy's eyes (on another note, the blatant bias in the greek gods and heroes books is laughable but that's another time), apollo gets a whole book series to have a redemption arc (good for him, though), hades gets some good moments too (though it's quite annoying to me seeing the fandom praise him as one of the 'good ones' lmao). zeus... i don't like rick's depiction of him for reasons entirely unrelated lol, but the point is that the gods are allowed to be multifaceted and complex, but the goddesses get their stupid stereotypical traits exacerbated and maybe one or two half-assed moments of something else. it pisses me off so much!!!
(sorry for leaving an essay in your inbox but in my defence you asked for this XD)
when did u send this !!!!! 10/10. no notes
he does this all the time and it’s not just the olympian goddesses either. his recent depiction of nyx was so….. i can’t even adequately form my thoughts on the matter. the characterization of the goddesses in the pjoverse are not given much thought. even when i try to rationalize and analysis it, they still fall short. iris, medea, khione off the top of my head, all fun characters but each have something umm distasteful(?) in their depictions. definitely a part of all three series that deserves more examination
#of course he’s A MAN. what can we expect#i did not see this in my notifs i am sorry if i missed it for too long!
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