#so although it’s a story with some cruelty in it finally it’s a story of love
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Sharon Olds, “The Chute”
#INSANEEEE#we thought it was such an honor to be chosen and like all honors it was mostly terror#how could you trust him? and then if you were his half him how could you trust yourself?#so although it’s a story with some cruelty in it finally it’s a story of love#w#poetry#sharon olds
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one amazing thing about the Owl House finale is that it finally contextualized for me one of the central metaphors of the show. Spoilers for the series finale Watching and Dreaming ahead.
we good? no one spoiling themselves? beauty
for a long time now, I thought we had a pretty standard coming-of-age metaphor dichotomized by the show's central antagonists. you've got your protestant witch hunter Belos who introduces a maturity and ugliness to Luz's narrative; he clearly represents a particular, restricting form of adulthood, and just when Belos becomes his most threatening, boom, enter the Collector, Luz's dangerously naïve inner child to ruin all her development on the Boiling Isles. Seems simple enough
what I didn't anticipate was just how specific and personal their roles in the story actually are to Luz once you have the full context from the series finale
look again
this story - this whole series - is about the grief that a neurodivergent kid experienced at a young age, introducing the cruelty of loss and adulthood before she was ready to handle it. and, how to reclaim a more whole understanding of herself as she rebuilds her life with people who get her
Belos is designed to infect the titan carcass like a disease. a cancer. it's super goddamn significant that the titan is King's dad (King, who became Luz's younger brother). they set up Belos not just to be another fascist kids' cartoon villain (although yeah, he do be doing some of that), but to specifically become a force that oppressed the weirdness from the one place that understood Luz. the Iles. the dad. And by the end of the story, Belos's goopy body-horror isn't just for show, he's just like the cancer or other terminal disease that took Luz's dad from her
he's the thing Luz hasn't processed in season 1 that comes in at the end like a warning. he's the threat that forces Luz to grapple with her own humanity, feeling somehow (often completely unjustifiably) harmful to those around her, through the grief she doesn't want to be a burden or the weirdness (neurodivergence) others don't understand. he's the force that says there is something wrong with you, Luz, give in to your grief, this is what you can't face. this is the lie you've been telling to those closest to you: that you're okay
then you have the Collector. (notable that he's a collector, and we see Luz's mom and dad had quite the collection of nerdy memorabilia)
the Collector is the child too young to understand death. Too young to understand consequences, or why their playmates don't feel like playing anymore with someone so weird and maybe a bit too involved in their own world. The Collector is Luz's inner child, that kid we see right before the "worst week ever" — the one who didn't and couldn't understand what was about to happen even as it was going down. unapologetically weird, a bit destructive and short-sighted, but wholly colourful, wholly themselves. that's why the Collector wants to live out Luz's adventures, but without all the depth. just the fun escapist fantasy
but don't think I forgot the internal conflict! :D
because Camila's role also gets an added depth too: Camila was framed at the outset of the series as someone who loved Luz, but wanted her to fit inside a box that she just didn't. later, Luz completely misconstrued her mom's breakdown when she learned that Luz chose to run away. as many people have pointed out by now, Luz misremembers the actual dialogue that Camila says: Camila only wanted her daughter safe, not to lose her. Luz meanwhile felt like she had to choose to destroy this part of herself, or give up her connection with her mom altogether
but we know now Camila actually deeply relates to Luz. she may not understand Luz's fascination with horrific things like on the boiling isles (very akin to a kid getting more grim hobbies in the wake of a death, like Luz's taxidermy), but she loves Luz for who she is. all of her. she never wanted Luz to change
Luz was the one framing the central conflict of the show as go back to her mom or stay in the boiling isles. Luz was the one who felt like she had to punish herself by rejecting the one place where she felt like herself. once Camila realizes what's been going on, and how deeply connected it is to the loss of Luz's dad, she knows Luz is trying to make a "very bad choice for herself." And she won't let that happen (what a great mom!!)
But Luz does have one real choice ahead of her
because of the inner child who once again has to confront death (this time, Luz's own), Luz is able to connect with a father figure, the titan, the one place she feels understood. in the form of a power-up that makes her into a fantasy witch straight out of the Good Witch Azura, the one place she got joy after that huge loss, the titan gives her the strength to face the cancer—a force draining everything good in her life from her and making her question she deserves it in the first place—but only if she can choose herself
and that means choosing happiness, choosing found family, choosing love and friendship and self-discovery in the place she feels most at home! every bond she's forged, everything she's worked for, it all comes down to choosing to face grief and move on in life with weirdos who stick together.
hoot hoot, that's some good metaphor
#the owl house#toh spoilers#luz noceda#eda clawthorne#king clawthorne#the collector#emperor belos#camila noceda#i may update the post with images at some point but I figured that's more likely to unintentionally spoil others#watching and dreaming
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Sub Adam smut pleasepleasepleaspelalslePLEASEPLEASE i NEED that dickhead to be put in his place I am BEGGING (fem reader<3)
my favorite genre is putting adam in his place 🤝 also how do writers make text yellow on mobile all i could find was orange 💀
know your place
— adam x f!reader
—includes : pegging, crying, begging, bondage, edging, bottom!adam, dom!fem reader
he’s pathetic.
adam, the first man, seemed more like an annoying bird than an angel as he kept boasting about his status and yapping about his dumb stories. how could someone so renowned as him be such a brat?
it was clear he needed some training.
and if no one was going to teach him on how to shut up, you’ll do it yourself.
“mfph—! mmmh!”
adam’s incomprehensible whines sounded better than any foolish joke he’d try and tell you.
his mouth was covered, his hands were bound, and his eyes were blinded with the fabric ripped off of his ostentatious clothes.
the tears stemming from his woeful desperation soaked into the makeshift blindfold, but still streamed down his face like a weak river. the way his mouth quivered around the spit-covered cloth was so pathetic that it was almost endearing.
almost.
if only he wasn’t such a dick all the time, maybe you’d have some more empathy.
his body is trembles as he arches his back again, a loud cry leaving his restrained mouth once more as you drive your strap inside of him, constantly hitting the spot that made him feel like he was in heaven. or well, another heaven.
the vibrator on his tip certainly was helping him feel like he was ascending too.
although, unfortunately for him, the cock ring stopped him from truly meeting god. or maybe lucifer, considering how sinful this all was.
his wings would flail beneath him like a caught dove, flapping and batting against the soft bedsheets every time he got close.
which of course, you’d follow it up by slowing down both the vibrator and your hips.
it made him wail every time, slamming the back of his head down onto the pillow as he begged for you to let him come.
but how would you know? you couldn’t hear any words coming from his mouth.
“i didn’t quite catch that, what did you say?”
“mphf—mm!! mh—hm—hmm!”
he couldn’t speak even if he didn’t have the fabric between his lips. his mind was thoroughly melted, swirling with only thoughts of you and the pleasure he was experiencing. there was no way he could possibly be coherent.
the night keeps going like this. adam, the self-proclaimed best playboy around heaven, getting absolutely ruined by a woman. his weary moans and frail keens fell onto deaf ears. his begging, simply incomprehensible as you show him how weak he was under your touch. he doesn’t know how long it’s been, but surely too long!
too bad you don’t think so.
later, you finally pull off the makeshift gag after what you deem is enough time for him to remember that he’s just a feeble man when it comes to you. that you were the one who truly had the power around here.
“PLEASE! please—please please oh, fuck please—!” his voice would fray as it got higher, drool slipping down his bottom lip as he pleaded.
“please what?”
“plea—please…ha, lemme cum—ngh!” he grits his teeth as you thrust particularly roughly, raising the speed of the vibrator as you do so. it drives him insane, your cruelty.
“no.”
you could only describe his sound as a guttural scream, crying for you, his true goddess, to let him cum. it reeks of desperation, his writhing, his now jumbled mess of begging, his now breaking spirit.
he’s yours, yours, yours.
he doesn’t even realize he’s saying it out loud.
“i’m sorry—i’m sorryi’msorryi’msorry—PLEASE!” he whines, hoping that you’d take mercy on someone like him.
and finally, you do.
you were a kind angel after all, unlike him.
you rip the blindfold off of him, welcomed with his perfectly debauched face before lifting his legs over your shoulders—he really was flexible!—and taking the cock ring off, reveling in his beautifully demolished state.
“what do you say?”
“THANK YOU! thankyouthankyooou—fuckfuck FUCK!” he sucked in a breath before a long drawn out cry tumbles past his cracking lips, and for once, you like what’s coming out of his mouth.
with your word, adam finds his release, falling from his already corrupted grace. his eyes roll back like he’s died once more, his body, once so animated and jumpy, now stiff for a brief second as he rides his high.
you grab his chin, forcing him to look at you with that glazed over look in his eyes. you don’t even know if he can see you, but the action alone made him groan weakly in response.
“know your place.” you say, releasing his chin.
adam, once so full of himself, nods in agreement, sniffling as he tries to stop his crying.
a lesson well done, you think.
sorry if the words get repetitive ive been having headaches the past few days 😭 ill pull out my thinking cap soon
tags— @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx
#hazbin hotel#sub hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel dom reader#sub adam#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel adam#adam x reader#dom reader#bottom adam
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LJ and his mommy!!
created some new lore for him!!:
As I’m sticking to the idea that he was created by the heavens, I decided to create this giant lady!!
So the lore goes-
A few angels were chosen to create and send off mystical beings meant for “troubled” children, and two of those chosen angels created LJ!! They’re angel twins that go by the names Ila and Mila. Ila is the lady shown above, and she is very much a sweetheart. She absolutely adores LJ and strongly believes that he’ll succeed in his job and help Isaac Grossman, the “troubled” child assigned to him.
The two angels teach him everything they can and think is necessary within one human year, and then they send him off to Earth!! However, once LJ leaves heaven, he will forget them and heaven entirely until he succeeds his mission. If he succeeds, he’ll depart from Isaac, go back to heaven, and get all his memories back.
Typically, the mystical beings are meant to finish their job within 15 human years. But as time passed by and more mystical beings returned, LJ did not. Although it’s forbidden to check on their creations in the mortal realm, Ila decided to see what was happening with LJ. Much to her dismay and as we all know about LJ, he was abandoned, and he subsequently failed his mission.
Ila did not see it this way, and rather blamed the heavens for allowing such cruelty to happen. She tried to comfort him in his box with a spirit of her hand, but Ila is forced back to the heavens by her brother, Mila. (Btw jack has no idea what that hand was and thought it was a hallucination…but it gave him a lil hope!!!)
Mila reprimanded Ila for her actions, saying she’d die if she gets caught. They have an argument, but Mila ended up siding with the heavens on their decision to give up on LJ. He hoped that Ila would side with him so they wouldn’t get killed, but she falls into despair and tries to go back.
Ila gets caught the second time and gets punished with extermination.
Mila loved LJ just as much as Ila, but he knew he had to fake his feelings to stay alive. However, the idea about LJ suffering and Ila’s death finally broke him, and Mila tried to save him as well. It seems someone already knew about his plan though, as he gets caught before he can do anything.
They both die in vain as LJ continues to suffer. The heavens then determined that LJ will be like a message sent from above meant to punish the humans for their sins, and they allow him to wreak havoc however he pleases.
TL;DR- LJ has parents but also not rlly!! Unfortunately, they both die trying to save him 😞
I rlly just created this lore to make his story more sad. He’s never gonna see them or remember them again 💀 I also thought it would be cool if he had a giant, mystical mommy for some reason!!
Might scrap this cuz it kinda makes no sense but anyways!!
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The King of the Forest (M) ~Bang Chan
Pairing: WerewolfKing!Chan x HumanPrincess!Reader
Themes: Supernatural/Fantasy AU | Smut | Mild Angst | Royalty | Mediaeval Setting
Word Count: ~3k | AO3
Synopsis: As a Princess, all you’d ever been deemed good for was doing what you were told and keeping to your role, something that frustrated you beyond belief. It wasn’t until you met that young wolf in the forest that you finally realised there was more out there for you. [You can find a follow-up story here].
Warnings: reader is implied to be chubby/curvy (of course, when is it not atp) · descriptive attributes of the reader are used. such as: exact age & having long hair · themes of misogyny · themes of motherhood/pregnancy · possessiveness · pet names · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut).
Author’s Note: shout out to 🐧 anon for suggesting the idea of WerewolfKing!Chan x Princess!Reader in these two asks. at this point i’m convinced i’ll end up going through every possible iteration of werewolf!chan i can lol. it probably won’t go in the direction it was expected, but i hope some of you get to enjoy it regardless~
special thanks to @cursed-mars-bars & @straylightdream for beta-reading this.
Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.
Smut Warnings: mentions and depictions of loss of ‘virginity’ · praising (duh) · oral (F.Rec) · unprotected penetration [piv] · probably body worship · marking · breeding · public sex? · cum eating (probably not in the way you expect)
Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.
This was wrong. It was so, so wrong. At least, to the standards of some.
As a princess, you’d been taught that all you’d ever be good for was marrying you off to a powerful family, to be used as an offering for political convenience and alliances, with no regard for your own wants and needs. That was, of course, as long as you maintained your virtue. Or what your mother referred to as ‘virtue’.
‘No man wants to own an already used glove’, you heard the Crown Prince say once, which sounded just so ridiculous to you. Not only because women were most certainly not pieces of clothing, but also because your dearest older brother had probably laid with dozens of men and women without being married himself.
Hypocrites, all of them.
“Your–Your Majesty…” You gasped. You could feel blood rush to your head under the devious tongue of the man between your legs. Although, you weren’t sure if man was the right word to use to describe him.
He hummed, effectively sending delicious vibrations through your body that made you whine.
“I told you, pup…” He detached himself from your centre enough to speak, temporarily replacing his mouth with his fingers to rub slow circles on that bundle of nerves between yours legs. “When we’re here, just the two of us, I want you to use my name. Hm?”
Swallowing the saliva that had collected in your mouth, you nodded.
“Say it, Your Highness. Say it with your whole chest. Relish the fact that only you get to do so”.
The movement of his fingers on your clit had your head spinning, but you needed to comply–you wanted to comply–so, after taking a deep breath, you did. “C–Chris”.
A smile formed on his lips, but it wasn’t smug, nor belittling. It was a genuine smile, one of those that always made him look his age, as if he hadn’t experienced any form of cruelty in his life, a smile that made your heart flutter in your chest. “Again”.
“Chris…” You could barely hold eye contact anymore, it was hard to do so when your brain was trying to send you into fight or flight whenever you looked into his eyes–a feeling that completely clashed with the one building in the pit of your stomach due to Chris’ movements between your legs.
“That’s it, pup. So good for me”, you felt yourself flush, not only at his praise, but also because he returned his mouth to your centre to lightly suck on your clit.
If your father knew you were here, laying on the ground, in the middle of the forest, with the Wolf King himself feasting on your cunt, he’d surely send you to a convent to repent. Not only for ‘losing your virtue’, but also for ‘losing your morals’ by giving yourself to what he believed to be a barbaric beast.
You didn’t care, though. You never did.
Your father didn’t know Chris. He didn’t know anything that wasn’t what he’d been taught by those before him, he’d never even bothered to question it. He didn’t know that, in reality, the man you had wholly–willingly–given yourself to, was heaps more civilised than he would ever be.
“Oh…” You brought a hand to Chris’ head to bury your fingers in his hair, shivering not only at the feeling of his plush lips and his wet tongue on your clit, but also at the silky feeling of his dark strands between your fingers. You needed to hold onto something, something that could keep yourself attached to reality while he quickened the pace of his tongue.
In retrospect, you figured it was only a matter of time before you ended up here with Chris. You’d known him since you were a child. The first time you saw him he was but a young pup, a fluffy canine that had found you sitting on the ground, with your back against a tree, sobbing in the middle of the forest after you’d had an argument with your mother.
You didn’t know what he was back then, you thought he was just a regular, maybe overly friendly and domesticated wolf, but after a couple of times of seeing him in the forest, he finally revealed himself to you. You would’ve honestly never expected for an animal to shift into a boy, much less a boy like Chris.
He was so…regal.
As soon as your eyes met when he was in his human form you could immediately tell he wasn’t just some boy–not only because of the obvious furry situation, but also because of the way he carried himself, because of the way he articulated his thoughts.
After a couple of times meeting as just a boy and a girl in the forest, you got to truly learn who he was. The Prince of the Forest, he’d said. His mother led the biggest clan of lycanthropes in the vast forest, a realm that would be his in due time.
Meeting Chris had changed your view on the forest, on what your people said of this place. You’d been taught it was filled with beasts that ate people, that killed people, that deceived people… But when you met Chris, a simple boy who just so happened to also be a wolf, a boy who kept you company and understood you and respected you as an equal, you realised your father and your mother and everyone around you were all just full of shit.
It was fascinating, really. Learning the hierarchical structures of the forest as an outsider… Especially when Chris clearly trusted you enough to confide in you. Which was why, in a cruel turn of fate, by the time you were sixteen, you could no longer go to the forest to meet him.
Your father had noticed you were frequently missing, and one day, while you walked the familiar paths to your usual meeting spot, you noticed someone following you. Thankfully, it all happened before you met Chris that day, but, regretfully, it also meant that you never got to say goodbye.
You often found yourself thinking about Chris after that. Not all day, but almost every day you did. At least once… When you saw your father’s hunting dogs, when you ate something you liked, and even when you started to bloom into adulthood and your dreams bled into images of greens and the feel of smooth skin and warm lips on your own.
For your twenty-fourth birthday, your father had kindly gifted you a betrothed, probably the complete opposite of anything you could’ve possibly wanted. ‘You’re getting too old, my dear. Your younger sister already has two children of her own. It’s time you finally fulfil your duty, aren’t you happy?’
You were not happy, to say the least. You were furious. You’d managed to avoid any arrangements for years, always got the other party to call off the engagement first, but this time it wasn’t working in your favour, they’d have you marry soon after you turned twenty-five. Which was why you found yourself back in the forest. Trying to escape the sombre future ahead of you.
That was how you found Chris again, that was how Chris found you again. After almost ten years. Sobbing on the forest floor with your back against a tree and your head pressed to your knees.
You honestly hadn’t expected to see him again. There was, of course, a small light of hope in you that wished you would, but you never entertained it, it just hurt way too much if you did. However, what you also hadn’t expected, was the hurt look in his eyes, nor the tremble in his voice when he asked you ‘Why did you never come back?’
So, with a tremble of your own in your voice, you told him the chain of events that led to your disappearance. ‘I just didn’t want them to find you, Your Highness. It would’ve gotten both of us in danger’.
You could still remember how Chris cradled your face in his hands that night, rubbing away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks with his thumbs, just as he muttered a very quiet, and very soft ‘Your Majesty…’
The confusion must’ve been clear on your face, because he chuckled, offering a ‘It’s Your Majesty now, Your Highness. I’m King now. A lot has happened since we last met. I can tell you all of it, if you wish to hear it, but with one condition… Right here, between us, I’m just Chris, and you’re just you. Just like before…’
Just like before, he’d said… But before you’d never been that physically close to each other. Before, you’d never kissed like you needed each other to breathe. That wasn’t what you did before, but somehow it felt just so incredibly natural, almost as if you’d spent a lifetime doing so.
You did talk a lot that night in the forest, both of you. Chris told you the events that led to his coronation, about the war amongst clans that took his mother’s life as well as many others. A war that, despite the many costs, he managed to win. Just like you told him stories of your own–much less interesting stories than his, to be honest.
You, also, lost your ‘virtue’ that very same night. You really hadn’t planned it to be that way, it just sort of happened, and you weren’t sure if it was the moonlight shining on you both, or if it was the longing accumulated during those almost ten years spent apart, but, at that moment, there was nothing more that you wanted than to feel Chris’ body against yours.
Any time his lips attached to your skin sparks of pleasure and love ignited within the deepest areas in your heart. It didn’t matter if it was on your lips, your cheeks, your chest, your tummy, your thighs, or between your legs… His kisses steadily kindled the burning flame in the pit of your stomach, making it burn bright just for him.
The pleasure you’d provided to yourself all these years had been nothing compared to how you felt with Chris. You weren’t sure if it was the fact that it was someone else that was stimulating those sacred areas of your body that no one else had ever touched, if it was the fact that you’d been in love with him practically since the day you met him in the forest over thirteen years ago, or if it was the combination of it all that had stars clouding your vision and your heart growing ten sizes in your chest…
Regardless, you knew this would be a feeling that no one else would be able to replicate, and if there was ever someone capable of it you just didn’t want them. You wanted no one else but Chris.
It wasn’t until he’d finally soiled your tummy with his release, when he had carefully cleaned it off of you and you laid in his arms that you finally told him of your engagement. Maybe it was a bit cruel, you’d admit. To drop such a bomb on him in one of his most vulnerable moments. His eyes clouded with a dangerous mix of pain and sadness and anger.
So much of it all you did get scared for a second. Until he cradled your face in his hands and very confidently said ‘Marry me’.
You were at a loss, suddenly feeling incredibly inadequate to marry a King, even more the Wolf King of the forest. You didn’t know enough of his people, you didn’t know if they’d accept you, if you’d be fit to cater to their needs. All concerns which you voiced to Chris. He’d reassured you that his people were very different from yours, more accepting, and that you were already more than capable of leading, that he’d never wanted anyone else by his side that wasn’t you.
Over the course of a year, you got close and personal with Chris’ kind. It was honestly almost insane, maddening, how these people that shifted into beasts had shown you more kindness than your own kin. It baffled you, knowing how much pain you had endured over nothing throughout your short life when you saw just how much more socially advanced they were. Although you shouldn’t have been surprised, not when these were the people from which the man you fell madly in love with was born.
So here you were, a few days after your twenty-fifth birthday, gone without leaving a trace, just a month before your marriage to Duke WhateverHisNameWas, laying on the forest floor with only a thick coat to protect your back, and a completely different man than the one you were supposed to marry between your legs–but, admittedly, the only man you’d ever wanted.
“Chris, I’m…” You could hardly speak. Tears were collecting in your eyes, you could feel your lower belly tightening further with Chris’ diligent licks and gentle sucks, with the tight grip of his hand on your soft lower belly, and the delicious drag of his four digits inside your walls hitting your most sensitive spots.
Chris hummed in response, picking up his movements, bringing you closer to that satisfying climax you were so desperate for.
Quiet moans spilled freely from your lips once that blinding pleasure consumed you whole. Your thighs trembled, your grip on his hair tightened, and you simply let the feeling overtake every single one of your senses.
When Chris finally detached himself from your sensitive warmth, your body slumped. You were gasping for air a bit, with your eyes barely open, just enough so you could catch a glimpse of the satisfied smile on your lover’s lips before he came back up to connect his mouth with yours.
You sighed, content, looping your arms around his neck as you savoured the unmistakable taste of your pleasure still lingering on his lips.
“Are you sure about this, pup?” Chris asked when he finally pulled back.
How considerate of him to worry about this now.
“I am. I don’t want to be anyone else’s. Just yours. Only yours”, you replied confidently, because if there was something you believed in right now was just how irrevocably his you were.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his warmth between your legs, as you felt the tip of his length drag along your folds and spread the remnants of your release all over you both. Chris looked deeply into your eyes, looking at you like you mattered, like you were someone truly important, someone he cared for.
“No one else’s”, he repeated, just as he leaned in to connect his mouth to yours again, as he finally started to push himself into you.
You whimpered at the feeling. Not only because of the undeniable stretch, but also for what it represented. What it had always represented.
Chris hushed you softly, attaching his lips to your cheeks so he could press soothing kisses on your soft skin. He took his time, slowly giving you every centimetre of him he had to offer, until he was fully sheathed within your heat. It didn’t matter if you’d done this before, if you’d taken him more times than you could count, having him fully inside was always difficult for the first few minutes, but you never complained, not when you knew just how incredibly good it would soon feel.
“Can’t promise you I can remain this gentle, pup”, he mumbled against your cheek, just like he often did. He was capable of gentleness, but he was also capable of being incredibly unforgiving, so he always tried to give you a heads up–not like you didn’t know this already. Pressing one more kiss on your cheek for good measure, he pulled back to look you in the eyes. “I’m using every single drop of willpower to not let the beast consume me… But, fuck, you’re just so warm…”
You cradled his face in your hands, dragging your thumbs over his skin, unable to keep your eyes from shifting focus between his eyes, his nose, his lips, the tiny, barely perceptible freckles that littered his cheeks… “It’s okay, my love. Let it consume you if you must. I’m his, too, after all”.
Ever so slowly, Chris finally moved, starting a rhythm, letting you adjust to the movement of his thickness within your walls. With a hand buried in the hair on the back of his head and the other spread palm flat on his warm chest, right over his racing heart, you wrapped your legs around his waist. The movement shifted the angle of your hips, and moans fell from both of your mouths at just how deep inside of you he could reach like this.
“That feels… Fuck…” He increased the tempo of his hips, eliciting desperate whines and moans from your mouth once he started to fully ram into you. You could feel your breasts bounce with every harsh thrust of his hips, but even if to an outsider it might’ve seemed like he was pushing your limits, this was one of the tamest versions of himself, one that balanced his human needs along with his animal ones fairly well, one you were more than acclimated to.
“Good…” You finished the sentence he’d started, throwing your head back when his cock hit your sweet spot, effectively sending jolts of pleasure up and down your spine. “Fuck… There. Right there, love”.
“Mmm… Here?” With precise thrusts, he repeatedly stimulated those utmost sensitive areas inside your walls, making you lose your train of thought and leaving you no other option but to desperately nod to answer his question.
With a hand next to your head and the other holding on tightly to your hip, Chris kept his steady pace. The nacre moon charm that always hung from the chain around his neck continuously dragged against your chest with every thrust of his hips, the quiet tinkling it produced barely audible among the cacophony of blissed-out sounds he was coaxing out of you, and the ones you were coaxing out of him.
Chris buried himself deep inside you time and time again, until you lost track of time, gradually speeding his movements, increasing the strength in which his hips hit your soft skin.
“Close… So, so close…” He mumbled eventually, and you shivered in anticipation.
He lowered himself on his elbows, getting close enough to start leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses on your neck.
“Do it, Chris”, you whispered in his ear, panting a bit, pressing one of your hands on his lower back. “Mark me, my King”.
Chris groaned, and before you knew it, he was sinking his teeth on the junction of your neck and your shoulder. The sting of his bite quickly shifted into a feeling of unadulterated ecstasy, a feeling of euphoria that spread all throughout your body, dragging searing heat in its wake.
A low, animalistic growl resonated from your lover once he reached his own climax and started to pump you full of him, of everything he had to give. You barely even registered it, too consumed by the pleasure still coursing through your body, by the feeling of his canines still attached to your skin and his unfaltering thrusts.
After a minute, with a grunt, he pushed his hips flush against yours, burying himself as deep as he could inside of you, and his movements finally stopped. His tongue soothed the fresh bite he’d left on your skin, and you shuddered a bit.
His mouth was once again on yours, kissing you deeply, just like he had always been meant to do.
When he pulled back from the kiss, Chris looked you in the eyes, softly caressing your cheek with his knuckles. “You’re all mine now, pup. Mine to keep, to love, to breed. Only mine”.
“Always have been”, you replied simply, regarding him with a small smile on your lips.
Chris chuckled, and he leaned down to press a brief kiss on your lips.
He finally pulled himself away from you entirely, bringing his hands to your inner thighs so he could keep you fully spread open for him. With his eyes so focused on your centre, you suddenly felt heat creep on your cheeks–a bit of an absurd reaction, considering he’d seen your modesty innumerable times, although never after stuffing you full of his seed. That was a first.
Chris dived in again, and you trembled as you felt his warm, wet tongue lapping up your sensitive folds, gently cleaning you up.
When he was done, he straightened himself, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smiling brightly at you.
You brought your hands to your soft lower belly, just as a bashful smile settled on your lips. “You really think I could…”
You let your question trail off, and Chris chuckled as he brought his hands to your sides. Slowly, he dragged them down to your hips, where he squeezed the plump swell of them. “When I saw you again after all these years, when I saw these hips of yours, I knew you’d be just perfect to carry my pups, love”.
“We might have to give it a few tries, though”, you extended your hand, and Chris immediately took it and helped you sit down. The coat he’d placed on the ground before he laid you on it was soft against your bare skin, and you couldn’t help but appreciate his thoughtfulness.
“Then we’ll try as many times as necessary”, Chris sat with his back against a tree, and pulled you to sit on his lap.
Resting your arms on his broad shoulders, you leaned in for a kiss, and as soon as your mouths touched, he let out a satisfied hum.
“My father is a goddamn fool for thinking he could marry me off to some guy”, you said as soon as you pulled back, burying your fingers in his hair and gently dragging them over Chris’ scalp, making him chuckle.
He pushed your now undone hair off of your shoulder, exposing the mark he’d left so he could softly trace it with this thumb. The area was incredibly sensitive, and his tender touch made you shiver. “Doesn’t matter now. The second anyone so much as tries to take you away from me will be the moment they draw their last breath. You’re already my Queen, my love. All mine”.
You leaned in again, pressing a kiss to his lips. Pulling back just a bit, with your mouths barely a hair’s width apart, your lips brushed against his with every whispered word that came out of your mouth. “Yours, my King”.
Maybe if your father had taken you seriously for one second in his life, you wouldn’t have ended up here, married to the King of the forest. But as Chris held you in his arms, and as he eventually helped you re-dress so he could take you to what would now be your forever home, you figured it was best not to dwell on hypotheticals, not when you finally felt this incredibly cared for and so incredibly full of love.
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(Translation) Gilbert's Beast Manual
His POV Story
The final installment in Gilbert's current party event.
Spoilers. I'm not a translator, I just throw stuff into online translators, so expect errors. Case 1 | Case 2 | Case 3 (I recommend you read these beforehand for the full experience.)
Please be aware that this installment contains some heavier emotional content as well as sexual content later on—MDNI. As a final note, I recommend you have read Gilbert's proposal event beforehand. Just in case. (Technically I'd also recommend you have read his physical exam event too, but not to the same degree.)
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I couldn't tell the little rabbit the real reason I had her accompany me on official business.
I'd most certainly earn a scolding and remonstration if I did.
I felt like I wanted to be scolded at least once though, since the little rabbit was the only one who could truly rebuke the conquering beast. However...
"I want the little rabbit to be able to survive in Obsidian even if by some chance I were no longer here."
Those were not words I could simply tell her, because I knew just how devastating they would be for her.
(That being said, today's been worse than ever.)
Crimes of the older generations continuing to go unchecked, signs of rampant bribery within the military...
The little rabbit's beautiful eyes were exposed to so many of these things.
(What is it about this country that when one rotten thing disappears, three more take its place?)
(Maybe everyone's got a death-wish. Yet they still beg for their lives once they're weeded out.)
(...It's incomprehensible to me. If only they'd all just die to save me the trouble.)
Emma: Gil, are we done with official business for the day?
My darkening thoughts must have breached containment; as the little rabbit walked beside me she entwined her fingers with mine.
Her warm hand permeated the cruelty staining across my heart.
Gilbert: I don't have any plans, but is there anything you'd like to do?
Emma: Is it alright if I come to your room? I feel like your bookshelves are calling for me.
Gilbert: Of course it's alright.
(...You probably have a lot to think over.)
Her face only spelled out joy. There was no deceit to be found.
She didn't change her usual demeanor, not even when faced with an irritable beast.
(I've known Walter and Roderic for a long time and even they're prone to checking my complexion on days like this.)
Of course that certainly didn't mean she hadn't noticed a thing.
In fact, the little rabbit, with her keen insight into other people's emotions, should have already pinpointed mine.
[flashback to Case 1]
Gilbert: Anyhow... was it written on my face?
Emma: ...Yeah, it was.
Gilbert: Hehe, well that's no good.
Emma: Isn't that what I'm here for?
Emma: To help give you even a little peace of mind?
[end flashback]
(That's what you said this morning, right?)
(...Truly, you're so gallant for a baby rabbit.)
The little rabbit immediately leapt at the books once she arrived in my room.
Although she'd probably learned by now that concentrating on the books alone would make this troublesome beast very jealous.
So she picked out only one before walking over to the bed and sitting down beside that beast.
Gilbert: ...What's this? Political science?
Emma: I felt like doing some studying today.
(Oh, I see...)
(Someone with a truly pure heart doesn't get tainted after experiencing filth. But rather, they lament their own helplessness.)
(...That's just so like the old me.)
A young boy who'd once learned about corruption and then tried desperately to change the status quo.
And after he'd finished reading all the books available within the country, he'd asked a book dealer to regularly procure ones from other places so he could vigilantly instill the knowledge into himself.
That was back when I'd still foolishly believed that no matter how corrupt a person was, there was an alternative to killing them as long as you engaged with them sincerely.
(Things didn't work out so nicely in the real world though.)
(...But I want the little rabbit to stay like this, just as she is.)
Gilbert: [smiling as he watches her read] ...
Emma: ...
Gilbert: ......
Emma: ......Gil.
The little rabbit looked up from her book, appearing as though she might cry.
Emma: Are there any easier political science books?
Gilbert: Ahaha... I knew it.
Gilbert: The book you're holding is so philosophical that even I found it difficult to understand.
Gilbert: Would you like me to recommend something aimed at beginners?
Emma: Yes, please, if you wouldn't mind!
Gilbert: And what should you do when begging me?
Without hesitation, the little rabbit placed her hands my shoulders and kissed my cheek.
Emma: ...Please, Gil.
Gilbert: It's boring if you do the same thing you always do.
Emma: Then how about...
When I sensed her trying to bite my ear, I pulled back.
Gilbert: Really now... So that's what you're gonna do.
Emma: Aren't you always biting my ear? It's a show of my affection.
Gilbert: But you're already aware though, of how sensitive my ears are?
Emma: ...
Gilbert: Oh, I almost forgot. I still have to discipline you.
Emma: ...W-what are you talking about?
Gilbert: Are you playing innocent? You still haven't made up for sneaking medicine into my food during lunch.
Emma: Um, I did make up for it!? Didn't you have your fun teasing me for it?
Gilbert: That was just a bit of playing around. You see, my real punishment—
I grabbed the little rabbit's hand as she tried to run and forced her onto the bed in a roll.
Just like that I gathered her wrists above her head and bound them with a nearby cloth.
(I hadn't really planned to do something like this...)
(But the little rabbit's been a bad girl, so I've got no choice.)
Emma: I was... going to study...
Gilbert: I'll have a beginner's book picked out for you by tomorrow.
Gilbert: Or rather, if you're interested, I can teach you myself? After all, training people is my forte.
I undid the collar of her dress and ran my fingers directly over her bare skin.
The little rabbit's cheeks turned as red as the sunset when I placed my hand over her breasts.
Emma: But don't you have things to do, Gil?
Gilbert: It's up to me how I choose to use my limited time.
Gilbert: You really don't have to be so overly anxious. If I can't manage, I'll say so.
(Although there's nothing that should be getting higher priority over the little rabbit's requests.)
The little rabbit started rubbing her legs together as I caressed her over and over again.
Purposely ignoring her mounting frustration was, of course, all part of the plan.
Emma: In that case... Thank you, Gil.
Gilbert: You've certainly got funny tastes to be saying thank you at a time like this.
Emma: That's not what I mean... mn... ah...
She suddenly let out a lewd cry when I lightly poked the hardened tip of her breast.
Emma: This afternoon, too, you...
Gilbert: I let you have your release right away this afternoon, didn't I? I wouldn't call that a punishment.
Emma: ...
Gilbert: It's no use being wistful either.
When I turned up the hem of her dress, I didn't even have to touch her to uncover the stain on her underwear.
Just a light swipe up the thin fabric and my fingertips came away damp.
Gilbert: Now then, you're going to have to suffer a lot.
Emma: ...At least... let me take my clothing off please.
Emma: I can't bear to... ruin the dress you made for me.
(Jeez, you truly are...)
Gilbert: I'm not listening to you.
Emma: Ah...
I thrust my fingers into her wetness as if I was trying to scrape out every last drop of nectar.
The dress pinned underneath her quickly became sullied.
Emma: Gil... mn...
Gilbert: If the dress gets dirty, you'll be just be reminded of something embarrassing whenever you put it on, won't you?
Gilbert: This is punishment, so you've got to resign yourself and accept it.
Emma: .......You're so mean.
Gilbert: And who exactly do you think I am?
(For the world's greatest villain to let you off with meanness and nothing else... that just means you're special.)
After the punishment, the little rabbit, thoroughly sullied, headed for the bath.
I honestly wanted to chase after her, but there was still work to be done today.
Roderic: Pardon me, sir.
Gilbert: I figured you'd come.
When I got to my office desk, Roderic immediately selected a document from the stack and handed it to me.
Roderic: ...I thought I might be turned away.
Gilbert: I'm in a good mood right now so I'll forgive you.
Roderic: That's surprising. I thought a storm would have been raging these past few days.
Gilbert: Ahaha, everyone has the little rabbit to thank for that.
Roderic: ...They can't thank her enough.
Gilbert: Neither can I.
I briefly glanced over the document before picking up my quill.
[I'm not gonna paste all the cutaways from the CG like I did in Case 3]
Gilbert: I see. So they've already completed their draft. Excellent, excellent.
Roderic: It seems experiencing your wrath this morning made them respond accordingly.
Gilbert: I'd like for them to submit the draft before it ever gets to that point next time.
Roderic: It's only because nobody can come up with out-of-the-box ideas like you.
Gilbert: They're all conclusions one can arrive at rationally. It's not like I'm making unreasonable demands of anyone.
(We're in trouble if they can't grow to the point where they can keep the older generations in check even without me.)
While talking, I read through the document and noted down points of concern.
Gilbert: ...Also, the draft was poorly-constructed. With this there's too gaps for us to drive that old man into a corner.
Roderic: Then I'll have it returned to you in such a way that we can.
Gilbert: I only appreciate haste. You help them too, Roderic. I'd like to have the contents finalized before our next regular meeting.
Gilbert: If we leave that old man unchecked, he may soon start a losing battle against neighboring countries.
(Up until now I'd left him to go and self-destruct on his own but... it was a promise to the little rabbit.)
Roderic: ...Understood, sir.
After completing my review, I handed it back to Roderic.
Gilbert: What's the next document?
Roderic: It's here, sir.
Gilbert: ...I know I keep asking, but is there more still?
Roderic: There's a mountain of things I'd like you to look over.
Gilbert: I thought I'd delegated my authority out.
(And it's not like they're even required to check in with me before proceeding.)
Roderic: This just means that Obsidian needs you.
Gilbert: That's certainly a problem.
Roderic: No, sir, it's not.
(I've got no intention of dying now that I've decided to live, but...)
(The everyday life that's persisted until today may not necessarily continue on tomorrow.)
(Because of the position I'm in, I have to assume the worst and act accordingly.)
Gilbert: ...[sigh] Unless we can get everyone past the idea that failure is some sort of capital crime, won't it be difficult for you and I to manage all this work on our own?
Gilbert: It seems like my presence is a hindrance after all.
Roderic: Please don't say that!
Gilbert: Fine, fine. If you don't like it, then go give out this PSA.
Gilbert: "As long as there's no fraud or corruption at work, I won't kill you over a simple failure. So please rely on your own judgement more."
Roderic: ...Very well, sir.
(Even so...)
I'd felt someone's passionate gaze trained on me even while we were talking.
The person in question may have believed they were well-hidden.
But I couldn't help but notice the hem of her negligee flickering from her hiding spot.
Roderic: ...Sir, let's deal with the rest of this tomorrow.
Roderic may have noticed as well since he was giving up on the rest of the documents.
Gilbert: Hey. You definitely didn't see anything, right?
Roderic: I saw nothing and I noticed nothing.
Gilbert: Is that so? That's fine, then. Thank you for your hard work.
(Narrowly escaped death, didn't you...?)
The door closed behind Roderic and I stretched out my arms as though to relax.
Gilbert: Now, then, little rabbit.
Emma: ...So you'd noticed me after all.
Gilbert: Well that's a given.
Once I beckoned, the little rabbit understood my request exactly and climbed onto my lap.
Gilbert: You were throwing Roderic such a passionate look.
Emma: I was looking at you!?
Gilbert: He was positioned in the same line of sight.
Gilbert: As you know, you have a very troublesome man on your hands. So you're aware of what you should do at a time like this, right...?
Emma: ......
The punishment from earlier seemed to have taken effect as the little rabbit kissed my lips instead of my ear.
I lightly bit her lip on her way out, imparting a bit of pain.
But rather than get angry, the little rabbit's eyes only seemed to soften with joy.
(Looks like I was able to soothe you after all.)
Emma: ...Did I interfere with your official duties?
Gilbert: [pouts] Roderic's the one who interfered. Showing up at this hour with documents for review.
Emma: That's probably because you were busy during the day.
Gilbert: [grins] Hehe... I showed you a lot of things I don't like about Obsidian today.
Emma: ...And I want to know about even more of those things from now on.
Emma: Because I'd like to be able to assist you as well.
Gilbert: Ahaha, that's reassuring.
(...Hm?)
The little rabbit had begun to frown as she spoke.
(Have I said something wrong?)
I hadn't the faintest idea what it could be, so I settled on comforting her for the time being by stroking her cheek, still warm from her bath.
Gilbert: You're pulling such a long face even though your words are so reassuring,
Emma: ...I wasn't lying.
Gilbert: I know that. So what's eating at you?
Emma: ...I can't really put it to words.
Emma: It's just... I'm envious of Roderic.
(......)
Emma: He's able to assist you more than me, and he knows everything...
(...So that's what was on your mind while you were eavesdropping.)
(The little rabbit is jealous of Roderic.)
(The sweet little rabbit of all people.)
Gilbert: Wow... I'll have to give Roderic a bonus.
There's no way I wouldn't be happy to be shown such love to the point of jealousy.
This was an event that completely overturned all the depressing stuff from today.
It was practically a miracle.
Emma: ...I get it now. So this is what you've been feeling all this time.
Emma: Hehe... What do I do? I'm really jealous here.
Jealousy was supposed to be a negative emotion by nature yet the little rabbit took it in as though it were a good thing.
I felt like she'd gotten a glimpse of how this beast dealt with his jealousy on a daily basis.
Gilbert: Serious jealousy is nothing like this though, you know?
Emma: Are you saying there's more to come?
Gilbert: Yeah. Your jealousy's in the early chapters.
Gilbert: The more and more you come to love me, the less you'll be able to contain that kind of adorable jealousy.
Emma: I'll work diligently then.
Gilbert: Hehe... I can't believe you've cheered up this much just from turning into a jealousy fiend.
(It's just like Roderich was saying. I definitely shouldn't have been able to show any kindness toward my surroundings these past few days)
And yet, what occupies my heart now at the end of the day is pure happiness.
(The reason I had Emma accompany me on official business was in preparation for a day that might possibly come...)
(At least that's what I'd thought, but perhaps in reality I'd only wanted to be healed.)
(...Nothing in this rotten world can change a thing about the beautiful world that Emma brings.)
(Maybe I'm just spoiled by the comfort in that.)
(...I may be a lot more dependent on Emma than I realize.)
When I laughed despite myself, Emma began to gently stroke my hair.
Gilbert: Taming the conquering beast is difficult, isn't it? But it might be easy for you.
Gilbert: Because I'm so madly in love with you.
(I'm sure I could cherish you endlessly.)
(That's why... I wish this daily life could go on forever.)
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Translation references: 無理矢理 1 | かと 1 2 | 感謝してもしきれません 1 | あなたなら 1
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I've written before about how Ace's story has so many goddamn biblical allusions/parallels with the New Testament (conceived of by a miracle, survived a state-sanctioned mass infanticide/femicide, handed over for execution by a traitor, biblical resurrection kinda fulfilled through Luffy and Sabo inheriting his will) that I sometimes wonder if it's kind of intentional. That being said, if Ace is a Christ figure, he's a very interesting take on one: he's not dying voluntarily, but because the Navy and the World Government are hoping to set an example, reaffirm their power, and (theoretically, although this is a far less convincing motivation than punitive cruelty for the sake of it) discourage people from participating in the search for Roger's legacy and "end the great pirate era". He's not perfectly wise or selfless or divinely blessed by his parentage, nor does he ever identify with his semi-divine father; he's a twenty-year-old who rejects Roger and spends his whole life trying to find some agency and freedom from that legacy, living with the perpetual excruciating terror of being discovered until it finally happens and he's doomed both by the narrative and by the terrible destiny of being born a D and Roger's child. His execution isn't framed as a predestined moment of divine sacrifice and absolution, it's a frantic nightmare that ends in tragedy, surrounded by constant reminders of the hollow, twisted "justice" and false promises of a new dawn espoused by the oppressor. And when he does end up sacrificing himself, he doesn't do it for a greater purpose, or for the good of mankind: he dies fighting for himself and his family, he dies turning around to confront the tormentors who have taken his and his loved one's lives and freedom and mocked their sacrifice, and, most importantly, he dies for Luffy. He dies in defiance of these grand narratives ascribed to him: not to save the world or bring about a new era but in the name of defending the people he loves and finds his purpose in loving.
TLDR: Oda’s take on the Christ Figure isn’t a prophet or all-knowing son of God, but a young person born with a terrible fate, who tries to live and find love in his friends and brothers and family only to have it stolen from him by the powers that be for a cruel birthright he had no say in, whose execution and its symbolic purposes are forced on him from outside. He's a child who deserves the world and is killed for the "sins" of others, but instead of dying on the cross, instead of being sacrificed on the altar of state control for an ostensible end to an era, he manages to die fighting on his own terms for something that truly matters to him, and the ripple effects caused by his death/sacrifice are slated to eventually bring about the downfall of the system that murdered him.
#one piece#portgas d ace#monkey d luffy#marineford#gol d roger#op meta#one piece spoilers#flame emperor sabo#also if ace is christ in this equation and Roger is god the father#who's the Holy Spirit#joy boy? nika? Luffy?#fuck if I know#gol d. roger#gol d. ace#ramblings of a recovering catholic#fire fist ace
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Thy Soft Response
While AO3 is down, I'll be sharing a short daily fic here in the interests of both keeping my mental health stable and providing stories to tide everyone over ❤️
T, 832 words
Sometimes, nightmares still fucked up Crowley’s sleep. Flashes of cruelty, of torture. Of humans doing terrible things to each other. Of humans, other demons, or angels doing horrible things to him.
This had been one of those nights. He’d barely managed any sleep, the terror invading every time he dropped off.
But when he startled awake again, drenched in sweat, it was to gentle murmuring. Words of love whispered into kisses against his brow, his temple, his cheek. Plump fingers skating across the bare skin of his arm, tracing little hearts.
Although the screams of the nightmares still clung to him, echoing in the past, Crowley smiled into the well-padded softness of Aziraphale’s chest. “Angel.”
“It’s me, my dear, right here. You’re perfectly safe.” The warm fingers slid down, brushing against the back of his hand in a familiar question. Crowley turned his hand over into the reassuring, calming hold. “Goodness, this has been a difficult night for you. More bad dreams?”
“Yeah, s’ not ideal. But you know me, love a good dose of adrenaline first thing in the morning.” Crowley managed to put a sardonic note in his voice. It kept out the quavering fear that still lurked nearby.
“I think there are better ways of cultivating adrenaline, dear boy.” Aziraphale tickled his side, very gently. Just enough to make him grin and wriggle in protest, not enough to make him panic. “We could indulge in some of those overdramatic car chases, if you like. Or something with spaceships.”
“Hn.” Normally, Crowley was always onboard with Bond, sci-fi, or any fun action film. But he still felt a little fragile right now. And after a decade of marriage to Aziraphale, it was getting easier to admit to his moments of vulnerability and let his angel take care of him.
Although he wasn’t sure what sounded better than a film. There were loads of options, tons of things that would probably make him feel calmer. The trouble was picking from those countless options.
But Aziraphale just held him as he thought about it, fingers twining with Crowley’s. Another sweet, tender kiss against his brow turned into a whispered, barely audible, “I love you.”
Smiling, Crowley snuggled closer. He tugged his hand free in favor of wrapping his arms around Aziraphale’s softness and holding onto him. He was so warm, so real.
The strong arms gathered Crowley closer, and he shut his eyes with a long breath. Aziraphale was tracing hearts with one finger again, this time in the small of his back. It almost tickled, but not quite.
The best thing about thing, about these quiet moments, was that Crowley could feel Aziraphale’s love at full strength. He always felt it, a field of devotion and affection that blanketed the whole of the cottage and its grounds. But here, in the stillness with nothing to distract them, it was strong enough to chase away any troubles, any fears.
Even the nightmares seemed far away now, far in the past. Lingering fear evaporated in the face of Aziraphale’s steadfast love. There was nothing for Crowley to be scared of now, not when he was in his husband’s arms.
“Not sure what I wanna do,” he finally said as he tried to think through some options.
Could go out in the garden together, pick flowers for each other and laugh at the antics of their ducks and chickens. Or they could take the Bentley for a drive, maybe go to the beach and collect seashells. Or they could head out on the walking trails that adjoined the property, vanish into the gorgeous hills of the South Downs, and walk hand in hand all damn day.
Aziraphale hummed contentedly as Crowley snuggled closer. “Well, it is rather obvious to me what you’d like to do, if I may make a suggestion?”
“Mm,” Crowley agreed.
Aziraphale brushed light, careful kisses to his head, his neck. One hand slid up, curling protectively around the back of Crowley’s neck and holding him close. “I think you wish to stay right here for the time being. There’s no need for you to try sleeping again, with how badly that’s been going, but you are welcome to as many snuggles as you can bear.”
“Hhhngh. I can bear a lot of snuggles.” Cheeks warming with faint embarrassment, Crowley buried his face in the softness of Aziraphale’s neck. “I don’t really feel like talking. Is that okay?”
“Of course it’s okay, my dearest,” Aziraphale said with an earnestness that banished any lingering doubts or insecurities. “You must never feel as though you’re obligated to chatter away, or to do anything that you don’t want to do.”
Crowley didn’t feel obligated at all, and he demonstrated that by kissing Aziraphale’s shoulder in thanks rather than answering. He curled up in the reassuring embrace, closing his eyes. The screams of the nightmares still echoed, far off in the distance, but in time they would fade away and be replaced by peaceful quiet.
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[Some new littol hcs made with reference to Arlecchino's short (Spoilers!!!) and Freminet's character stories:
Timeline:
Given that Freminet held memories of the former director of the Hearth in one of his character stories and voicelines, there is a high possibility that he was one of the final batches of kids coming into the Hearth under "Mother" OR he was kept in another Hearth before finally being transferred to the one established by Arlecchino once she has cemented her position as Harbinger/The Knave (as cruelty in upper management seems to be a common practise).
This makes him an ideal plot device for the events unfolding. He fits the role of a catalyst in events really well. It does lead to the question of what secrets Freminet has been keeping from Father. Does this person's whereabouts that he's hiding involve "Mother" in some way?
As we have seen in Lyney's character stories, it is largely implied that Arlecchino intends for him to take over in the future.
However, given the whole grooming/training traditions passed down between the fatui orphanages, it would be nigh impossible to simply undo what the orphans have been taught over the years. The damage has already been done and Arlecchino alone cannot account for just how many orphanage directors are still instilling the barbaric practises in the other children across Teyvat. Could this be a part of her motivations/intended actions after ceding the position to Lyney? Who knows.
I ultimately don't think she intends to "punish/kill" the twins or Freminet. I think it's a final test to decide if they are ready to overturn past generational conditioning together instead of individually. To choose "family".
If Lyney is reluctant to accept the position as head of the Hearth, then would he be less hard pressed to do so if the responsibilities are shared by his siblings? Would he be as reluctant if he was given free reign of the hearth as a separate castle away from other influence?
Arlecchino is by no means an individual that is redeemable (and she isn't asking to be redeemed, much the same was as Rosalyne didn't ask either.) There is equally as much blood on her hands as a harbinger as everyone else in the organisation, although their personal motivations can be sympathised with. That is what makes her such a nuanced person. A villain to some, a tragic character to others.
And to her children, she will always be their Father- as complicated as that may be.
Prior established personal HCs:
(x) - the extent of betrayal and "keeping secrets" from Father
(x) - freminet's history with the Hearth and the former director
(x) - freminet's inferiority complex
(x) - freminet's loyalty
#charac: freminet#[IN SHORT I AM SO MF JAZZED HOLY SHIT]#spoilers cw#[ps ps ps at fatui siblings ;w; <3]
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Okay thanks! So here's a long one (my poor brain lol, I should be writing on a story but here I am)
So here's my thinking:
Our girlie had finally fully fallen in love with Alexander, despite his possessive and violent streak, She's happy and her two babies are toddlers now. Yes, she missed some things from the future and her family oh how she would love for her parents to meet her twins but she was happy that was until Alexander met the younger, prettier Miss Roxanna and married her, Miss Girlie still young but is not 20 years old anymore and has kids now. It didn't get to her at first, she knew she was number one but Alexander began to make more time for Roxay and less for her. Roxanna wasn't mean per say but she would brag about her beauty and how well Alexander treated her, the gifts she gets to anyone who would listen. He would take turns sleeping in bed with them more so Roxanna. The nights she slept alone she would cry, from the pain of being away from home, from being abandoned
Everything hurt especially when Alexander took Roxanna on an expedition to conquer another kingdom that lasted a year and they came back with a baby on Roxy's hip, Girlie's children seemed so taken by their new sibling and their 'Second mother'. She didn't think things could get worse after a night of sex with Alexander, Roxanna found out that she was from the future that she so foolishly would write down in a secret journal she was sure was hidden well. Roxanna was gonna tell Alexander it was in her eyes. It left no choice but for girlie to run.
She ran far and fast in the night only stopping until her feet were bleeding and the second home she knew was nothing but a tiny Castle. She fell to her knees, clenching the bark of a tree and looking up at the stars that light the sky, cursing at the god's cruelty, finally making everything feel alright. What made her think it was a blessing in disguise was just lore to a painful trick. She sobbed, begged for the gods to show her mercy, to take her home to her real home, and away from this.
So they did, she awoke in her dorm bed like it never happened, like Everything that had happened was a dream, She knew it wasn't but to stop from missing her friends she made, her husband, and her kids, she received it as such. she lived the life she was supposed to have.
It worked after a while until a familiar sickness plagued her.
She prayed to the gods that what she thought wasn't it but the + sign on the pregnancy tests proved her theory. She was pregnant with Alexander the Great's baby in the 20th century.
I agree that you should be writing a story, but I'm glad I can read your thoughts! :)
I like your thinking, although I plan to make the situation different. Roxanna would have been around sixteen years old in the real story when she met Alexander and apparently twenty when she married him. And our girl's age is not stated, but I assume they would be the same age or similar ages. But for reasons of time and the fanfic itself, I'm going to change Roxy's age.
The relationship between the two will be explained when they first meet, but they get off to a tense start, in part because of Roxanna. Will they become friends? Maybe, but that's difficult given Roxanna's jealous and possessive nature and that's canon.
And Roxanna will love Alexander, she will fall in love with him. And Alexander is not in love with her, he is in love with our girl.
And then there's the whole issue of succession and pregnancy. Y/n will get pregnant first, I've already decided that and this pregnancy, my friend, will cause A LOT. Not just between Roxanna and Y/n but between the generals. Especially Perdiccas.
And, oh, the relationship of the twins and Roxanna's son will be described, and dare I say it, will be strained. Mainly because I intend to make the fanfic have more than one ending.
Oh, oh… Y/n pregnant with Alexander will be complicated, especially in the 21st century. Can you predict the drama and all the chaos? Even more so when Alexander moves into the 21st century.
Our girl desperately needs a psychologist.
I enjoyed reading your thoughts and feel free to send me more or any requests for a love letter or prompt or even concepts! I love reading your thoughts and theories!
~ Lady L
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My top 10 fic picks from 2022
(all updated or completed in 2022, in no particular order)
This was the year of devouring content from new favorite authors. Special shoutout to @outdean and @urne-buriall . Right Where you Left Me and spirit of the west are on track to becoming new fandom classics, methinks.
1. Right Where You Left Me by outdean (@outdean), 93,581 words, E, destiel, canonverse
Cas comes back from the empty 10 years after his death, only to find Dean married (to a man! gasp!). Heartache ensues, but not without a heartwarming end. Warning for (spoilers!) infidelity and emotional abuse from a spouse. Last year's serial fic of Tumblr was Cheapest Room in the House, and this year's was no less beautiful and engaging. What I especially loved about this fic was the sense of community and excitement it spurred in the fandom. It was so fun logging into tumblr after every update for collective squee and memes. What's also particularly praiseworthy about this story is outdean's sense of character. Not only are Dean and Cas authentic and oh-so tangible, but so are the other cast of characters: Jack is especially endearing, but also convincingly adult and complicated. And Dean's husband, although delicious to hate, is also a little difficult to hate, too. At its heart, RWYLM is an unerringly human tale, zits and all.
2. spirit of the west by teen_dean (@urne-buriall), 140,680 words, M, destiel, AU
Beautifully atmospheric, at times brutal, at times gentle - this 1990's horsegirl!Dean fic is one for the ages. Dean is 18 and lonely on his father's horse farm - that is until his childhood friend, Cas, returns to town, and they quickly fall into the kind of intimacy that's titillating, tantalizing, and terrifying all at once. TW for strong themes of domestic abuse and PTSD, also homophobia and animal death. The prose is charming and lyrical. The characters are lively and full. It's the kind of writing that's so detailed and visual, you feel like a participant in the story, not just a spectator. Despite the darkness and fear in Dean's life, with Cas by his side (and a host of other lovable characters), he grows to accept love from others and for himself. This is more than a coming-of-age novel. It's also a story about hope: in the face of cruelty, there will also be unfailing kindness.
3. so much smoke in the hall of mirrors by AreYouReady (@autisticandroids), 6,232 words, E, pre-destiel/one-sided destiel, canonverse
Dark. Dark. Dark. But also disturbing and alluring in the best possible ways. It's season 6, and Cas is lured steadily further from the light by Crowley and the pressures of the Angelic civil war. To blow off some steam, he creates a Dean sex-doll out of living flesh. Warnings are well-listed in the tags, but include non-con voyeurism, dehumanization, and torture. Although the premise is bleak, this fic is a fascinating and believable dive into Cas's characterization pre-godhood powertrip. Well worth the read if you don't mind a little moral ambiguity with your morning wheaties.
4. Dateverse by aeli_kindara (@gravelghosts), 47,057 words, 3 works, E, destiel, canonverse
After the Mrs. Butters business, Dean asks Cas on a date. Warnings for typical Dean bad headspace, but there's plenty of fluff to soothe our (and Dean's) ills. aeli_kindara is an author whose careful writing perfectly suits Dean's caution as he pursues Cas and navigates a relationship within their emotional pitfalls and chaotic surroundings. What I especially admire about her writing is her use of motifs: photographs in the first story, memories in the second, and sunsets in the last. The third installment is waylaid by the events of the final few episodes of the series, but the fic seamlessly blends canon and fresh events into a believable and satisfying happy ending. Also, Dean goes to therapy! What's not to love?
5. where black stars rise by teen_dean, (@urne-buriall), 27,770 words, T, destiel, canonverse
This case fic carves through the grand, sweeping mysteries of the universe like the Sidewinder Canyon through the desert. No specific warnings other than that very distinct, unnerving state of mind you enter while driving alone at night, darkness and pin-prick stars above you, and it feels like you're nothing but an infinitesimal speck of dust on the cusp of eternity.... Anyway, this fic follows Dean and Cas on the trail of several missing persons on a canyon trail in Arizona, unobtrusive until time and space, itself, unravels at the seams. Teen_dean plays with words and the cosmos like Play-Doh, molding an ethereal, enthralling story that rocketed up to one of my favorite fics of all time.
6. iconography by foccacciabread (couldn’t find a tumblr), 3,578 words, G, Mary and Dean centric, canonverse
A simple enough premise: Mary finds old photographs of herself on Facebook. Cue family heartache, the punishment of lost time, and navigating old wounds. How to be a son when your mother isn't who you thought she was? How to be a mother when your child is dead but somehow still alive, but so, so changed? No warnings, but heavy angst.
7. Dont Stop, Make It Pop by dumbassnatural (@dumbassnatural), 34,661 words, WIP, T, destiel, canonverse
Cas accidentally becomes a tik tok sensation, and Jack uses his technological and business savvy to make his dad a star. Both parts sweet and earnest, this story starts with a silly premise and takes it to surprisingly heartwarming places. No warnings other than the fact this is a WIP that hasn’t been updated since January, but it does leave off in a place that isn’t hard to extrapolate what might comes next.
8. in present tenses by focacciabread, 31,463 words, E, destiel, canonverse
After getting Cas back from the Empty, Dean decides the smartest move to guarantee Cas doesn’t ever leave him again is to just start sleeping with him. It’s what Cas wants, right? And it won’t do any further psychic damage to Dean, right? Right? Surely it will not have any negative effects whatsoever on their relationship. Warnings for bad Dean headspace throughout. There are a couple fics with this premise floating about, but I was especially drawn to focacciabread’s evocative writing and convincing Dean internal monologue. We love a messy boy.
9. AITA for disapproving of my brother's high sex drive? by birdsofthesoul (couldn’t find a tumblr) and PlaidIsTheBestPattern (@cacophony-of-notions), 3,907 words, T, implied destiel, canonverse
This one also made its rounds on Tumblr, so you’ve probably already read it, but it’s an absolutely delightful, only partially serious take in Dean and Sam’s Reddit Rivalry and that particular brand of moralizing found in online spaces. It does what all the best “crack taken seriously” fics do, which is gives us an amusing premise but never deviates from the voices of these characters we know so well. Very mild warning for homophobia. Also be sure to read the rest of the AITA series.
10. peace came upon me (and it leave me weak) by outdean (@outdean), 73,773 words, E, destiel, canonverse
After Cas gets taken to the empty, Dean gets sober. Cas comes back a year later. Problems ensue. This one deals seriously and carefully with addiction and alcoholism, especially heavy mistakes done under the influence. Dean has a lot of growing to do and a lot to atone for, and he isn’t let off the hook easy. Cas has his own journey as he learns to forgive Dean for passed mistakes and navigate a future life with the man he’s in love with. It’s not an easy path, and it’s not an easy story to read, but it’s well worth it. Outdean navigates serious issues with finesse and delicacy that’s wonderful to observe.
Honorable mention:
Pater by TaraxcumWine, (couldn’t find a tumblr), 184,366 words, E, destiel, AU
I recced this as a WIP last year, but it finished posting early in 2022. I didn’t want it to take up a spot again, but I can't help but mention it. It’s a thoughtful, intricate, and beautiful look in Dean and Cas’s relationship from their first meeting to present day. It deals with heavy themes of child abuse, past non-con, mental health issues, homophobia, etc. so tread carefully. This is especially recommended for those who liked spirit of the west or my own silver linings series, as it deals with similar themes. It’s very well worth the read despite the hefty length.
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Cecily loved when the family gathered for dinner, even if it was at the parlor table so their father could fit in some work while he ate with the children. Their favorite dinners involved their father reciting the latest newsprint aloud as they feasted. While Edmund didn’t want his children to attend school, he heavily believed in the power of knowledge and education. Although they were sheltered, he expected their minds to be just as sharp. To him, it seemed like a good exchange, but it was different for each child.
Eugene didn’t see any use in leaving the manor. He cherished the comfort of the manor, even amidst the presence of bothersome siblings and a father who didn’t understand him in the same ways his mother did. Josiah and Elaine sat in wonder and fear at the stories and articles their father read to them. Still, they longed to see it all firsthand, tired of their surroundings adorned with tearing wallpaper and dusty, unkempt floorboards. For once they’d love to run past the gate, unveiling what lay beyond the hill that blocked their view of the town. For Cecily, the thought of leaving Windenburg frightened her as much as the thought of staying did. She dreamt of running to her father’s railway station and hopping into a train cart with nothing but her shoes and stockings. In those dreams, she wouldn’t get off until reaching Harlem.
Edmund never forgot the stories his aunt told about her travels after being sheltered from the truth for so long. By giving his own children access to any information they sought, he believed he found a workaround that kept his children from resenting him and his concerns for their safety. Of course, he wouldn’t know whether it worked to his liking or not until much later on.
On some days, the contents of the newspaper were tame, usually informing the people of town gatherings, new openings, technological advancements reaching St. Vaughn, mobile shipments delivered into town, performances at the theater, reports on stock market activities, commentary on racial, social, and political issues, and more. Recently, all that’s taken up the front pages was news concerning the escalating conflict in Europe. Anthony Biggs, head of “St. Vaughn Times Courier”, spent the last month using entire columns to spread his fears and speculations concerning Black Americans’ alleged role in America’s impending involvement in the war.
The only times Edmund left the manor was when he was needed at the bank or railway station, and he’d seen firsthand how alarmed Biggs made his coworkers and employees. He refrained from reading those columns and reassured the children that such conflict wouldn’t reach them. He always said Windenburg sat with a shield around it, but Cecily knew he didn’t truly believed that.
The highlight of these dinners came when Edmund would test their attentiveness by quizzing them on the material he had just read. Everyone longed to prove that they’d been listening and would sometimes eagerly volunteer to answer before the questions were entirely voiced. When Josiah did so, answering his father’s question confidently yet incorrectly, Eugene couldn’t help but burst out in mocking laughter from across the table. All eyes turned to him as he leaned back and held his stomach in pain from his tormenting and obsessive mirth.
Cecily scowled at her older brother in defense of her youngest. “Is cruelty marked in your blood?” It was as if he loved to bicker. No day went by without a snide comment from his end.
“Why should I be blamed when it’s his words that are as senseless as he is because he can’t pick up a book?” Eugene argued.
“He made a mistake. You don’t need to mock him.”
“It’s foolishness. He’s a fool.”
“You walk that back!”
Their feud continued until Edmund finally shouted “Enough!” He turned to his eldest son in exhaustion. “One day you’ll regret ridiculing your brother and sisters as much as you do. Family is all you have, and you need to learn to cherish one another.”
“I’d rather choke on this repulsive food than pretend I’d ever love them,” Eugene sneered.
Edmund made every effort to suppress his rising anger, but his attempts were futile. “I promise, boy, you won’t get far with that hateful mouth of yours. Now go’on upstairs since you’re too superior to eat with your family and treat us with respect.”
“I’m not-”
“Go’on!”
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In The Stars
ONE: The Mandalorian
♡ series masterlist ♡
a/n: this is my first attempt at something like this! pleas be nice... i hope u all like it. also din has razor crest for my convenience
din djarin x fem!reader
3.5k words
chapter summary: you've run into him, what, three times now? you're fed up, but you don't expect how quickly your life changes after you're swept into his reality
warnings: violence, blood, weapons
18+ MDNI
The first time you had bumped into him during a market. You were distracted, talking to a shopkeeper, and stumbled backwards into hard metal. Glancing back, you mumbled, “Sorry.” You didn’t expect to see a mandalorian behind you, blood turning cold and smile dropping. You didn’t know much about mandalorians, save for the stigma that surrounded them as merciless warriors. “I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed. “I didn’t see you and-” He interjected, “It’s fine.” Looking down, you noticed he carried something in his arms. Something green and…alive? Before you could crane your neck to get a better look, he turned and began walking away. You were always a curious person, and although you had heard plenty of stories about the cruelty of mandalorians, this one didn’t seem all that bad. He was pretty nice to you, if not quiet. “Miss?” The shopkeeper called to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.
The second time, he was running. Whether it was from something or after something, you didn’t know. You caught a flash of familiar armor, then you had been unceremoniously pushed to the side. “Hey-” You began, but he was gone before you could defend yourself. You frowned, not having been able to say anything. You knew some mandalorians now worked as bounty hunters, or took other odd jobs. It was probably best to let him do his own thing.
The third time, you were working in a tapcaf. He was seated with someone who looked very shady to you. An informant maybe? You shook your head, reminding yourself whatever he did was not your business. “What can I get for you two today?” You asked. A babble sounded from beside the mandalorian, and you looked to see a little green creature of a species you couldn’t name. “Sorry, what can I get for you three?” The modulator crackled as a low voice responded, “Waters. Two.” The greasy looking person grinned and replied, “You.”
You recoiled in disgust and said, “Not on the menu.”
“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun.”
“Khoan. That’s enough.” The mandalorian said.
“Stay out of it, Mando. This has nothing to do with you.”
“But our business does.”
The person- Khoan is what you assumed his name was- narrowed his eyes and finally said, “I’ll have whatever your strongest drink is.” You nodded, walking away and heaving a sigh of relief. Why did the mandalorian actually help you? You didn’t even know him. Whatever the reason, you were very grateful. You returned, setting the drinks on the table, and by the time you came back to check on them, they were gone. All that remained were credits paying for their drinks.
Today, you are walking through another night market, on your home planet of Naboo. The twinkling lights strung like a canopy over the stalls always mesmerize you. Suddenly, you’re pushed aside yet again, and you shout, “Hey!” To your surprise, he actually stops, jet black visor turning to face you. You gulp, realizing you didn’t actually know what to do now. Quickly regaining yourself, you point at him and angrily say, “This is the second time you’ve done this. Were you ever planning on saying sorry? Or even acknowledging my existence before you shove me?” He stares and you purse your lips, standing in silence. “Um, you know what- it’s fine actually.” You finally concede, looking away. “Sorry.” He responds. Searching the crowd yet again, he mumbles under his breath. Did he lose a target or something? Now you feel bad. “Um, is there anything I can help you look for? I’ve lived here all my life, and there are a lot of people, but maybe I can help you find something.” He notes your unsure tone of voice, but is at a loss himself. He knows he wouldn’t be able to find the target again- not easily. “Come with me.” He walks away briskly and you almost have to jog to keep up with him. Once in an alley, he stops and searches for a holopuck in his bag. Before he brings it up to view, he instructs, “Listen carefully. You are going to go home after this, and you are not going to tell anyone about what happens here. I need you to tell me where to find this person.” A blue-tinted holographic picture comes into view, and you tilt your head. “Haro Javand? I know him, we went to school together. What did he do?”
“Unimportant. I need you to think of where he could be and take me there.”
You think for a moment, then recall once hearing Haro talk about some secret place in an alley near a popular store. “I think I know where he may be. I overheard him talking to one of his friends about some secret meetup near a busy store. He never was very good at keeping secrets, nor was he very smart.” You say, mostly to yourself. The mandalorian nods.
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You warn the mandalorian, “We’re nearly there, we’ll have to be quiet.” You turn into an alley and motion to the mandalorian to stay where he was. He slowly nods, wary. You walk up to a door that looks heavier than the rest and take a deep breath before knocking. It cracks open, an unknown Twi’lek answering, “What business do you have here?”
“I’m here to see Haro Javand.”
“Haro, eh? You can come in, I guess.”
You step into what looked like an underground bar, the mandalorian following you before the door can close. He quickly takes out his blaster as the patrons begin to panic, nobody knowing who he's here for. Haro sees you and quickly pulls you into his grasp, holding his own blaster against your head. The bar quiets. “Easy now, mandalorian. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to her, now would we?” You struggle against Haro’s grasp, noticing he’s murmuring something into a commlink. In a strained voice, you manage to say, “He doesn’t even know me.”
“Is that right? Then I suppose he wouldn’t mind if I just shot you right now.”
You see Haro’s finger slightly squeeze the trigger, and shut your eyes. You hear a blaster shoot, and the arm around you falls limp. Before you can register what is happening the mandalorian takes your wrist and nearly drags you out of the bar. As you try to keep up with the mandalorian’s running pace, you ask, “Where are we going?” “Razor crest.” Is all he says. You weave in and out of crowds, followed by people from the underground bar, blasters in hand. Lungs burning and legs aching, you barely notice the crowd screaming and people hurriedly moving out of the way. Finally, after running for what felt like forever, you reach a ship. The mandalorian ushers you inside, closing the door behind you and rushing to the cockpit. Before you know it, you’re flying into the sky, the only world you have ever known shrinking into a speck among the stars. You crouch beside the mandalorian, index finger extended towards the little green creature you had seen before. You and the mandalorian have been sitting in silence for probably fifteen minutes now. He finally sighs, “This isn’t what I wanted.” The creature grasps your finger with a tiny hand, cooing happily. The beskar helmet turns to you. “I’m sorry.” You raise your head to meet his gaze. You look like a lost puppy to him, mouth in a frown, eyebrows knit into a worried expression. “Why are you sorry? I’m the one who stopped you and made you lose him in the first place.” You say softly.
“You never should have gotten involved. It was too dangerous.”
Looking away, you reply, “I’m sorry. I wanted to help. I thought I could help…”
“Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault.” Your mouth turns upwards, “Then you don’t be sorry either.” He nods wordlessly. “Um,” You wonder. “Why did you take me to your ship, though?” A moment passes, then he replies, “He was part of a criminal group. A pretty big one. The rest of them will be coming after us now. Couldn’t leave you there to die.” You ponder the current situation. What will become of you? You have no survival skills whatsoever, and what of your family? Surely they would notice you were gone. The child pulls you out of your thoughts, grasping your finger again. You smile at the shining helmet, now focused on the dashboard. “Thanks.” You say. He looks down at you again, almost as if he didn’t understand what you just said. “I said thank you. For saving me.” You repeat. “You’re welcome.” A few more minutes of silence passes, then you yawn. “Quarters are on the first level.”
“Huh?” You ask.
“You should sleep. Quarters are on the first level.”
“Oh, right.”
You get up and stretch, shuffling to the door. “Goodnight, Mando.” He doesn’t respond. The doors hiss as they open and shut, and you climb down the ladder to the first floor. You survey your surroundings. A small fresher, a weapons locker, a door, which you assume is the bed, and… a carbonite freezer. You shudder at the thought. You open the door to the quarters, revealing a cot. It wasn’t much, but you don’t mind. It was kind enough of him to take you with him. You lay on the cot, sighing. It isn’t nearly as comfortable as your bed at home, but you aren’t at home. You drift off to the sounds of space.
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Your eyes flutter open, memories of the previous day flooding back. The room around you is pitch black. You wonder if you can even call the tiny space a room- it’s just big enough to hold the cot you slept in. You get up and open the door, greeted by the blinding light in the main area of the first level. Your back aches as you trudge to the fresher, turning on the shower. You wash yourself quickly, afraid the mandalorian might forget you were here and walk in. Climbing the ladder to the cockpit, you hear the quiet humming of space. The mandalorian is slumped into his chair, and the child is similarly asleep in his floating pod. Nervously shaking his shoulder, you whisper, “Mando?” He wakes with a start, and his hand flies up to hold your wrist in a painfully tight grasp. Once he realizes it’s you, he drops his hand. “What do you need?” He asks in a gravelly voice. “Um, I’m hungry.” You reply meekly. “Rations are downstairs. In storage.” You nod, quickly leaving. Finding the food, you add some water to make portion bread. You tear the loaf, shoving pieces into your mouth. You can’t remember the last time you ate, and for some reason, the bread tastes so good. You also note the other supplies, including bandages. You take some, knowing you're clumsy and like to be prepared. Finishing the bread, you return to the cockpit. You’ve figured out by now that Mando doesn’t talk much, but you hate silence. You simply ramble to the child, telling him all about your life on Naboo, how you miss the fruit, and your family. “He sounds lovely.” Mando says with a lilt. “What?” You question. You didn’t even know he was listening.
“Your father.”
“Oh. He just… cares about the family a lot.”
“Sounds like all he cares about is his image.”
You sit there, not knowing how to respond. “Sorry.” He says. “I shouldn’t have-”
“It’s okay. You’re right.”
He turns the chair to face you, saying, “We’re going to Coruscant.”
“Really? I’ve never been there.”
“It’s… nice.”
As the razor crest nears the planet, you grow excited. You’ve heard stories about the bustling city, but had never been able to go. Entering the atmosphere, you immediately notice the lights, which brighten the space of the cockpit. Landing on a dock, you step out of the ship and look around in amazement. A gloved hand lands on your shoulder, and the mandalorian says, “Stay close.” As you walk through the city, you can’t help but look around in wonder. Everything is so bright and shiny, you smile at the thought of a new world for you to explore. A voice calling to you breaks your daze. “Hey. I said stay close.” The mandalorian and his little companion make their way back to you, with the child reaching out to hold your hand. You gladly give it to him, and you were led to a hotel. “You’ll be staying here tonight,” Mando starts. “I have a bounty.” You frown. “You need rest too.”
“I’ll rest when I’m dead.”
“Not under my watch. You’re sleeping too.”
He huffs and walks inside the large building. While the mandalorian checks in at the front desk, you chat with the child. “I’m sorry, I’ve never asked you for your name. Mine is y/n.” “Grogu.” A familiar voice interrupts.
“Huh?”
“His name is Grogu.”
“I like it.”
“Let’s head up.”
Exiting the turbolift, the mandalorian leads you to your room. He opens the door and lets you and Grogu in first. “Mando, there’s um- there’s one bed.” He enters after you and grumbles, “I know. That’s because I won’t be staying.” You make your best angry face, but understand. That’s his line of work and he’s probably used to it. “I still think you should sleep. I don’t mind sharing.” You insist. He just walks to Grogu and pats him on the head, telling him, “Be good for her now.” Then he hands you a blaster. Your eyes widen, exclaiming, “I don’t know how to use one of these!” “You point and shoot.” He says deadpan. “I’ll be back.” And with that, he leaves. You take a long, relaxing shower and look after Grogu until you’re tired. Sometime during the night, the door slides open and closed, though you barely notice. You sleep so deeply that you also hardly register the thump of a body on your bed. When you wake up, though, it is certainly hard to miss the mandalorian asleep, covered in gashes. You softly gasp, but quickly get up to search the bag he likely tossed aside after he came in last night. You find exactly what you were looking for- bacta. “Mando?” You call softly, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I’m going to help you. I’m sorry if it hurts.” He groans. After taking a deep breath, you take out the bandages from the ship, and slather bacta on Mando’s wounds. He inhales sharply, but you keep working. After a few minutes of applying bacta and bandages, you leave to wash your hands. You dry your hands on a towel, and turn around to walk back, but you are met with Mando in the doorway of the bathroom. “Thank you.” He says. “Kriff, Mando, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m glad you’re okay.”
He holds your gaze for a moment. “I should probably wake up the kid.” You say, nudging past him.
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Wandering around Coruscant feels magical. As you told the mandalorian, you had never left Naboo, you had only ever heard stories of places like this. “Mando,” You sheepishly ask. “Can I buy some new clothes? I feel bad asking and I don’t want to use your credits, but I really don’t want to stay in these forever and-”
“Sure.”
You beam. The next hour or so consists of you walking in and out of shops, choosing clothes. You end up with a few new outfits and an exasperated mandalorian. In one shop, you try on a long dress in a dazzling green color. “Mando,” You bubble. “What do you think of this dress?” He says something you can't discern, probably in a language you don’t know, but you just brush it off. “I really like it! It’s so pretty and I love the color and it fits me well-”
“How much is it?”
Your smile drops. “Um. Maybe we should keep looking.”
“Uh huh.”
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Back in the razor crest, you watch Coruscant get smaller and smaller. “I’m sad we had to leave so soon.” You muse. Grogu babbles in response. “We’re going somewhere else now.” Mando says. “To Tatooine. I’m going to teach you how to use a blaster.”
“What if I’m not good at it?” You wonder aloud.
“Doesn’t matter. You will be once we’re done.”
“Hey Mando?”
“Hmm.”
“What’s your name?” You are met with silence. “Sorry. You probably can’t tell me, or maybe you don’t want to. Doesn’t matter either way, I shouldn’t have asked. It just occurred to me I don’t know anything about you.”
He thinks for a second. It seems like he knows so much about you: your name, your family, what you look like, who you really are. He has so much to hide. So much to protect. “Let’s try something.” You suggest. He looks over his shoulder at you. “What’s your favorite way to spend a day off?”
“Barely have any.”
“Do you like to travel?”
“...Yes.”
“Do you have a favorite holiday? Mine is the Festival of Light.”
“No.”
“What’s your favorite song?”
“I don’t listen to music much.”
“What?”
“I said I don’t-” You cut him off, “I know what you said. That’s terrible!” You rummage through some of the old belongings you have in your bag that you took when you left Naboo. “I have an old audiobulb, it’s practically an antique at this point, but it still works.” You leave out the part that it might explode if broken. You play a song you don’t know the name of, but you know the tune very well. As you dance to the jazzy music, Grogu squeals. You pick him up and spin, swaying to the music with him in your arms. Mando watches you and Grogu having fun. “We’re almost to Tatooine.” You set Grogu back in his pod and turn off the audiobulb, still laughing. You don’t even notice the visor trained on you as you tuck hair behind your ear. Before you can turn to look at Mando, his head snaps towards the dashboard. He presses some buttons, and you sit next to Grogu, absentmindedly talking with him. After landing, you notice you were in what seems to be a private area. You’re greeted by a loud lady as you walk out of the razor crest. “And who might you be? Mando, you never told me you have a lady friend!” She exclaims, taking your arm. “I don’t.” He says. “We’re on business.” You’re slightly upset at his answer, but you know there are a lot of complications that come with telling the truth. “There’s my little guy!” The loud lady exclaims, rushing to greet Grogu. “I’m leaving him with you for a bit. We have things to take care of.” Mando says. “Not a problem! See you later!”
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Far away from civilization, Mando sets up makeshift targets. He hands a blaster to you. “Alright, let’s see what we’re working with.” You nervously hold the blaster, aim the best you can, and fire, missing the target completely. You shrug and smile at him awkwardly. He walks behind you, puts his hands on yours, and walks you through shooting the blaster. He says a lot of things but, maker, how are you supposed to pay attention? How are you supposed to listen with the way you can feel the heat from his body? The way his gloves feel on yours, guiding your aim, and his helmet is next to your face. “Then you shoot.” He pulls the trigger and hits the target dead center. “Now you try.” He says, walking a few paces back. You barely processed anything he said, but you do your best to replicate what he had just done, and hit the target. It wasn’t perfect but you hit it! “Not bad.” Mando says.
“Well, well, we’ve found you.” You spin around to see people with blasters. They’re probably who you were running from. You nervously look to Mando, who has already taken his blaster and started shooting. You decide to do the same, cursing the empty space around. If only there was some cover maybe you’d- Your thoughts are interrupted by searing pain in your arm. Then pain in your abdomen. You don’t want to look. Stars, you don’t want to, but you do and there's blood. A lot of it. Mando looks to you before quickly finishing off the criminals, then picks you up and walks away with you. You can only assume that you’re dreaming; this is so different from the mandalorian you know. Your thoughts trail off as the world turns dark.
#the mandalorian x reader#din djarin x reader#the mandalorian#din djarin#in the stars#slow burn#perhaps#din djarin x you#the mandalorian x you#x reader#star crossed lovers
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You know, Final Fantasy 7 is one of my favourite games ever (my top favs are HZD/HFW, all games involving FF7 and - although it's getting worse - Dragon Age) and I would like to write about something that doesn't sit right with me.
Warning: this post is a Sephiroth apology‼️🌸
So, remember the end of FF7 Remake, where Cloud & Co get to the end of the Midgar highway and they meet Sephiroth? In that exact moment, Aerith tells him "you're wrong", marking the word "wrong". She doesn't mean he's wrong about something, she literally means his whole existence is wrong and he shouldn't have been there or anywhere else in the first place.
Now, that remark rubbed me the wrong way, because Aerith is the only character connected to the Planet in this story and she's supposed to be very empathetic of what and how people suffer. She also lived in the Shinra building during her childhood and she hated it, she perfectly knows how things work there and she loathes - rightfully so - professor Hojo, because she knows what an unscrupulous and ruthless man he is. This would mean she met a younger Sephiroth at some point, and yeah she was still a child, but she must've noticed he was a kind and actually very submissive guy (maybe I'll get to this later???). I think she knows he too was subjected to experiments, just like she was, but this doesn't seem to bother her and she goes straight to saying something on the line of "you shouldn't exist".
In another moment in FF7 Rebirth, you can get a dialogue with Tifa in which she tells you she is "sick of Sephiroth cruelty [...]" and so on. Now, I agree with her, all she got from Sephiroth was her dad's death, wouldn't you be fucking pissed at him and hate him and want him dead? Yeah.
Thing is, I agree with Tifa and disagree with Aerith, but all of this makes me wonder: have they thought what a horrible and traumatic life Sephiroth had until that point?
Sephiroth:
-was born an experiment
-was taken away from his own mother, never met her
-doesn't even know his father
-as a child, he's shy and submissive, never gets any friends, he thus grows up lonely
-he spends most of his life in Hojo's lab, among Mako energy, needles and treatments
-no one ever showed him affection nor love, he was simply raised like a weapon in the hands of the most powerful corporation of the world
-his only two friends, as an adult, abandoned him
-one of his two best friends tells him the truth about him without the hint of some tact, he also calls him "monster" not knowing he's feeding the "insane gene" (let's call it that) in him
-the only new friend he gets, a recruit, jumps straight to conclusions instead of trying to help him
-he always said he wanted a "normale life" and he was forced into that. He also was one step away from leaving Shinra before the accident of Nibelheim happened
There's actually more to point out, but let's just take a step back and think about how an entire life of traumas, deprivation and loneliness can drive a person wild and cause Personality Disorders, Depression and Psychosis. I'm honestly surprised he even endured so much for so long and that would mean he'd be ok if only someone really cared for him and didn't see him as a "hero", a "star" or someone unreachable. His snapping point was reading all the history of Gast and Hojo's experiments and learning more about Jenova. That, sadly, adds up to the trauma he has to face and he even cries about it, meaning he was definitely still (emotionally) sane. Perhaps, it would have taken only one word of comfort but not even Zack was there for him, instead he acted a little harsh, in my opinion.
By this I don't mean things had to go differently, because otherwise I wouldn't have had one of my favourite stories out there, I'm just trying to point out how deplorable Aerith's comment sounds, especially knowing she's so caring and empathetic. I just don't like tha fact that such a dialogue line was written, but at the end I am but a humble Sephiroth apologist.
"You're wrong". No, Sephiroth is not wrong, all the people who surrounded him were.
#sephiroth#ff7#final fantasy 7#ff7r#ff7 rebirth#final fantasy 7 rebirth#sephiroth apology#aerith was harsh man#i love his character
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Hey so I read your Optronix & Orion twin AU where Orion killed his twin and took his place, idk if you have done a Part 2 or not but could you? I really enjoyed it, maybe Orion tells them(The team and probably the Humans too) exactly what he did and why, maybe Megatron also finds too because I really wanna see his reaction.
Also Big Fan of the Optimus son of Unicron stories, please tag me if you do start the fic.
Glad you like my writing! I will most certainly tag you if/when I start the fic. Although I would like to finish my current fic before I start another one *looking away from the two WIP's that have sat dormant in my Ao3 works*
Anyway, I tried a new format for this little bit, so tell me if you like it I guess.
Truth
The team had always thought that they had been serving under a reformed Optronix, the tyrant that once ravaged Cybertron. Ratchet was still bitter over Optronix's past actions, but the rest of the team loved their leader. Arcee accepted Optimus even with his 'past'. She understood that mecha could change and was just glad that he was a better mecha now that he was the Prime. Bulkhead was in a similar boat in that he did not care much for what Optronix had done in light of all the good and the sacrifices Optimus had made for the Autobots. Bumblebee was not even aware of the horrors of Optronix's reign beyond simple stories of cruelty and the pain others suffered under him. He could never hate his father, especially after Optimus had fought so hard and so valiantly for the Autobots.
The human children had known that Optimus had some sort of dark past based on the snarky remarks Ratchet threw at him every other day. But beyond that they were completely unaware of the truth of the matter or what Optronix did before he became Prime.
Not a spark knew that Optronix was dead or that Orion had taken his place, and that was just the way Optimus liked it. It hurt him to hide the truth from his old friend and to take on the many sins of his brother, but it was for the greater good. He bore the weight with stoic resolve and never faltered even on days where Ratchet threw things at him and would only follow orders if they were given by some other member of the team. He never allowed himself to cry or show weakness, not when his team needed him. He accepted every hit and insult from his old friend without flinching. It was the least he could do after everything Ratchet had suffered.
He was prepared to be assassinated once the war came to an end. In fact he would have gladly allowed Ratchet the final blow once he could be sure his family was safe and that Cybertron was on its way to recovery. He never expected his identity to be revealed until long after his death, if at all. He should have expected it... he should have known.
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As Optimus sat up, his frame still aching and his processor pounding from the poison despite it having been drained, he gazed at his team with a frown. He reached up to touch his mask only to not find it present, causing his optics to blow wide in fear as he hurried to reach for it where it was placed on the edge of the berth.
However before he could his servo was grasped by the shaky ones of his medic and oldest friend. Looking up he could see Ratchet shaking, his plating flaring and relaxing in short succession in response to his emotional instability. His optics were wide and watery with unsplit coolant and his voice shifted in and and out static as he struggled to speak.
"Orion... its really you. Tell me its really you" The medic pleaded, his voice dipping and cracking as he choked out the words in shattered glyphs. From the corner of his optic, Optimus could see the rest of the team were in similar states of shock and confusion. Arcee and Bulkhead looked lost and conflicted and Bumblebee looked straight up confused. The human children leaned over their balcony railing to watch with interest as the scene played out.
"I am here old friend... I always have been" Optimus at last answered, his tone laced with grief, remorse, and relief all at once. The coolant in Ratchet's optics finally fell and dripped down his face as the medic charged into Optimus's arms, holding him tight.
"I thought you were dead Orion!" Ratchet sobbed against Optimus's chassis, and despite his weakness, Optimus could not find it in himself to pull away. It had been so long since anyone aside from Bumblebee had shown him so much affection. His spark sang at the contact, but the long ingrained instincts that pressured him to put back on his mask and put back up his persona were strong.
"Why?" After several long minutes of crying on Ratchet's part, the question the whole team wanted the answer to was finally uttered by the medic. Optimus considered the question with a sigh. There was no point hiding the truth now...
"Optronix needed to be stopped and the Autobots could not wait any longer for me to find a peaceful way to remove him from power" Optimus took a shuddering vent as he continued, his gaze firmly focused on the far wall of the base so he needn't meet anyone's optics.
"I killed him that cycle in front of Primus's core... after which Primus saw fit to make me the next Prime" Hushed gasps came from the team as Optimus continued. Bumblebee only knew a little of the details in regards to Optimus's rise to Prime, but he knew enough to know that the confession was great.
"It was a rash decision, one I hadn't fully thought through. I just knew he needed to die if we were to survive. But when all was said and done, the reality of my actions hit me and I realized that Optronix, while cruel, was vital to the war" Ratchet's gaze practically bore holes into Optimus with its intensity, but Optimus refused to look at him as he continued, now too far into his explanation to stop.
"If I had come out as Prime, there would have been civil war among the Autobots, and the Decepticons would have annihilated us even with my presence... So I took up Optronix's name and mantle and I did what needed to be done to keep our people unified" Optimus shuttered his optics as he finished, fearful of the response from the team. And as he expected, a harsh slap rang out in the base as Ratchet took a swing at Optimus's face, an act he did not fight against.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME! I WOULD HAVE SUPPORTED YOU!" Ratchet screamed, his relief having made way for grief and anger. The team took a few steps forward as if to stop the medic, but seeing as Optimus did nothing, they hesitated.
"Why Orion?! Did you not trust me?! Did you not believe I had the right to know?!" Ratchet's rant went on as he grabbed Optimus by his chassis plating and forced him to look him in the optics. Coolant ran freely down the medic's face as his frame heated and desperately tried to cool itself in response to Ratchet's emotional outburst.
Optimus could not answer.
"For millennia I believed you dead! I mourned for you! I-I spent countless recharge cycles awake trying to find a way to avenge you!" Optimus kept his expression controlled as Ratchet shook him, leaving dents in his chassis plating.
"I hurt you... and I didn't even know it was you" Exhausted, Ratchet pulled away and leaned on his console for support as he quietly cried. Optimus did not move from his place on the edge of the medical berth and focused on the string of his dented face and chassis plating.
He wished he had done better. He wished they had never found out. Maybe then Ratchet would have been spared such pain.
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Arcee and Bulkhead did not change their behavior around Optimus much in response to the reveal. He was still their Prime, albeit without the sins they had associated with him previously. If anything they treated him with more respect than before. He had taken on and done everything in his power to rectify the damage his twin had done, and that put him in an even higher place of respect in their optics. Ratchet however locked himself up in his berthroom, drowning in mixed anger at Optimus and self-loathing for all the times he had hurt him over the vorns. Optimus could not bring himself to speak with him. He had forgotten how to.
The children and Bumblebee did not understand what was going on. They did not understand why the reveal was so important or what it entailed. And this in turn led Optimus to sit down with them a few days later once he was fully recovered to explain.
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"I was forged with a spark-twin named Optronix. He was once a good mech, excellent with words and filled with conviction. We worked together to better Cybertron long before the war" Bumblebee leaned against Optimus's side like a sparkling as Optimus told his tale. The children rested on his shoulder plating and looked to him silently as he spoke.
"But as he began to receive recognition, the power got to his helm and corrupted his spark. He began abusing his authority to do as he wished, eventually selling out mine and Megatronus's revolution in order to make a deal with the council" Optimus gently rested a servo on Bumblebee's helm as he continued his tragic story. The action grounded him, it kept him from spiraling.
"I did everything to bring him back. Even when he hurt me and so many others with the power the council gave him. Even when he threw our planet into war... I still gave my very spark to attempt to show him the light" The children gently touched Optimus's face in a comforting manner as he shuttered his optics for a long moment in an attempt to compose himself. He appreciated the gesture.
"But he was a tyrant, one who regularly hurt me and our people. And eventually there was no other choice but to end him... even if it tore me apart to do so" Bumblebee made a noise of concern as Optimus wiped at his optics, stopping any coolant from leaking before it could even begin to well up in his optics.
"I gave away my name, my identity, and every connection I every had to take on Optronix's sins in order to keep the Autobots united under one banner" Another long pause followed Optimus's words. He had never spoken to anyone about his grievances, not since he took up the mantle. And now that he was finally doing so, it hurt more than he thought.
"You allowed yourself to suffer to fight for the freedom of Cybertron? That must have been very difficult" Rafael piped up after a moment, his expression the embodiment of pity and concern. Optimus didn't want to be pitied, but he did not reject the human child's kind touches.
<You did what you needed to do Optimus. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise> Bumblebee added in binary as he leaned further into Optimus's side and gave him a slightly awkward hug. Miko and Jack made similar comments, but by that point Optimus was hardly listening. He had feared that he would be hated, and it came as a bit of a shock to see that he was instead loved.
He didn't want it to end. He didn't want to be alone again.
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Bumblebee and the children understood and did not begrudge Optimus anything once he had told them his story. How could they? He had given absolutely everything to the cause. And the longer Bumblebee thought on it, the more he respected his Sire.
He remembered many times when he was young when Optimus would spit up poison or calmly walk to the medical bay holding an injury after attempted assassinations. He recalled countless times when Optimus was called all sorts of slurs and thrown an infinite number of insults the moment his back was turned. Bumblebee remembered all this and how when he was young, he never understood why his Sire was hated by so many. But now he knew and he respected his Sire all the more for taking the abuse with silent grace and humility despite the sins not belonging to him.
He could only think that it took a special kind of spark to endure such torment for so long, especially when it came from old friends and comrades.
Of course with the truth out, Optimus struggled with himself. Once Ratchet came out of his solitude, he begged for forgiveness for his cruelty, something Optimus freely gave. From that point onward he did everything in his power to fix the mental wounds which Optimus kept so deeply buried. And that started by taking away his mask and having Optimus move around base and on the field without it.
This in turn meant that eventually the Decepticons figured things out as well.
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"What foul trick is this Optronix?!" Megatron reared back in anger as Optimus met his last attack, his face on full display. The warlord was fuming, his plating flared and his optics blazing in fury. Optimus did not answer, he couldn't find it in himself to.
"You kill my brother and now you wear his face like a prize! I should tear your helm from your shoulders!" Megatron roared in outrage, his attacks becoming more erratic as he rage bubbled to the surface and overtook any logic or reason that he might have had. Optimus held his ground and met each attack with one of his own. He hated fighting against the mech he once saw as a brother. He hated this slagging war. But he had grown used to it.
"DIE FALSE PRIME!" Megatron launched one final attack before Optimus called the retreat, ordering his Autobots back in time to escape from the raging warlord.
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Megatron raised hell on the nemesis and the battlefield for weeks afterwards, refusing to believe what he had seen. Others like Soundwave were unsure what to think, but without more information, they continued running on the assumption that it was a cruel trick on the Autobots part.
#maccadam#transformers#transformers prime#optimus prime#twin au#team prime#ratchet#decepticons#angst#I don't know about this new format but I will see how it goes#I just couldn't give a summary of such an emotional moment#I felt the need to write an actual scene so now yall have this#enjoy#this took forever
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r/otomegames: Seraphim Ending Guide *Spoilers*
Posted by u/yournameismyrealname
So for the main routes, I’m pretty sure I’ve figured out what it takes to get the good and bad endings for all of the Main and Secret Love Interest routes! So if you’re having any trouble getting the endings you want, hopefully this guide’ll help out anyone trying to 100% everything in Normal Mode so you can unlock Hard Mode!
Diluc: The easiest love interest to win over and the poster boy of the game and the fiancé of the Villainess although the marriage is one that is political. The eldest son of the ailing Lord of House Ragnvindr. Kaeya is key to Diluc’s good ending and the player must balance raising Kaeya’s affection score to a point to restore his relationship with Diluc without triggering his route + exploring the Ragnvindr Manor for more information about his and Kaeya’s childhood in order for Kaeya to begin showing up in Diluc’s route early on in order to rebuild their relationship.
Good Ending: Should you accumulate the necessary love/affection points for his route, after Lumine’s lineage as being the descendant of a saint, a lost member of the royal family and the true extent of her power is discovered Diluc publicly denounces his relationship with the Villainess. In her humiliation and heartbreak, the Villainess attacks Lumine and is killed by Diluc. With the Villainess gone and Kaeya’s loyalty won over, the final battle against Khaenri'ah is 10/10 a good win and Diluc proposes to Lumine shortly after and they get married.
Bad Ending: Same as the Good Ending, but Diluc doesn’t propose to Lumine. Feels guilt-ridden from killing the Villainess and goes into a self-imposed banishment and the story ends abruptly. Lumine never sees Diluc again.
Kaeya: You find out halfway through his route that Kaeya is the prince of a fallen kingdom who was planted in Teyvat for the plans of an ambush on the nation. Struggles between his loyalty to his fallen people and his loyalty to the land that adopted him as one of their own. You have to raise his affection points but also raise Diluc’s enough without triggering his route + exploring the Ragnvindr Manor to learn more about their past.
Good Ending: His loyalty to the Ragnvindrs and love for Lumine win over his loyalty to Khaenri'ah. He confesses to the king the plot of Khaenri'ah and that information is used in the final battle to assure their victory. They end up getting married.
Bad Ending: Should you not have enough affection points and have failed to fix the broken bond between Kaeya and Diluc, Kaeya decides to side with Khaenri'ah and abandons his adopted family. Since, Khaenri'ah is doomed to fail within the game, in the final battle Kaeya willingly lets himself be slain by Diluc.
Villainess: Kaeya has stacked up enough evidence of the Villaness’ inhumane cruelty towards Lumine, a member of the royal family to have her thrown into jail with a planned execution.
Alhaitham: Because he was raised by his grandma who took him in when his late parents were disappointed in his magic being Dendro, Alhaitham doesn’t care about titles or status and his initial interest in Lumine is only based on the rarity of her magic although he is pretty upfront with his intentions. Values intelligence and the like. He is the trickiest love interest to in over so you need to focus the most on building up your magical skill in the first half of his route and focus less on affection. His good ending doesn’t require much in affection points I think so you can save gathering them closer to the second half.
Good Ending: Alhaitham confesses to Lumine so randomly I almost thought I missed something but he confesses after you go to observe the stars which Lumine finds strange when he confesses and awkwardly admits that he had done some studying in romantic love confessions. His route is simple and cute and has nothing to do with the main conflict. You become a loving pair of scholars who don’t care about the magic types of their children.
Bad Ending: Rather than be confessed to, Lumine confesses to Alhaitham and is flat out rejected and the story ends abruptly. A pretty tame ending for a bad end.
Villainess: Alhaitham has stacked up enough evidence of the Villainess’ inhumane cruelty towards Lumine, a member of the royal family, to have her thrown into jail with a planned execution.
Scaramouche: You find out that he is actually a puppet in his route in an attempt to make an immortal heir but he was deemed unfit by his creator despite being the first ‘born’ and was left to his own devices and sent to a foreign kingdom. Now he lashes out at everyone around him. If you want his good ending, you need a high level of affection points otherwise the option to run away with him doesn’t appear at the end of his route.
Good Ending: Rather than be involved in the final battle, Lumine and Scara run away together and dip out the story completely after Lumine heals Aether. In a timeskip, you see that Lumine and Scara live in a unnamed small village with a kid on the way.
Bad Ending: Forsakes his humanity and runs away on his own, only for him to be seen later siding with the fallen empire of Khaenri'ah. After Khaenri'ah’s defeat, he ends up being taken back to his homeland to be punished by being placed in an eternal prison.
Villainess: killed by Scaramouche when she attempts to attack Lumine.
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Secret Love Interest Guide: Because these love interests are secret, the Villainess is uninvolved in all of these routes. We don’t really get much information on the Main Love interests if we go Secret Love Interest route but I can only assume that Diluc marries the Villainess and they have a miserable marriage, Kaeya is killed by Diluc in the final battle, Alhaitham is just Alhaithaming and Scara runs off as he planned.
Candace: A princess from a foreign desert kingdom who is studying in Teyvat and Lumine’s best friend throughout the course of Normal Mode. You find out that her kingdom is one that is in a bit of decline so she is here in hopes of bettering her kingdom’s position in the world. (Side note, her retainer Dehya is really hot and it sucks she isn’t available to be a Secret Love Interest. Are the rumors that she will be in the DLC true or...?)
Good Ending: Lumine confesses her feelings of love to Candace who returns them in full. After healing Aether, Lumine leaves and goes to the great Red Sands with Candace and helps the kingdom rise with her light magic. It’s a rough start at the end with people in the kingdom unsure if Lumine can be trusted but that quickly changes.
Bad Ending: Not really a ‘bad ending’ per say. She just thinks your confession of love is one of friendship and says she is happy to be your best friend as well. Friendship ending.
Zhongli: A chatty nobleman who gives lots of exposition dumps for someone so young. But rather than this just be the exposition giver, it is explained in his route that he is actually an ancient Geo god posing as a mortal in present day Teyvat. He even created the currency used in the game, how cool is that!
Good Ending: In order to live a life with Lumine where they won’t part from another too soon or too long after, Zhongli gives up his immortality and becomes human to marry Lumine and grow old with her.
Bad Ending: If you don’t have enough affection points when you confess, Zhongli rejects Lumine because their lifespans are too different and he has faced enough heartbreak in his past to allow another and the story ends abrupty.
Baizhu: A famous doctor in Teyvat who suffers from the same illness Aether has. He is studying immortality in an attempt to prolong his life out of fear of his premature death. Interestingly enough, you find an old picture of him and the Villainess together when they were children in his route so I’m wondering what’ll happen if you try interacting with him in Hard Mode. Like Alhaitham’s route, you have to focus on your magic points and developing your magical ability in addition to gathering affection points.
Good Ending: Lumine is able to heal Baizhu of his illness and they wed shortly after.
Bad Ending: Should you not have enough magic points, Lumine is unable to heal Baizhu and he eventually succumbs to his illness.
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Hard Mode Guide: Y’all has any one actually even BEAT Hard Mode because I swear all the dialogue options are just setting the Villainess up for failure. I can’t get past the first event so I can’t even get on any routes or even see if the Secret Love Interest routes are available for the Villainess either. It’s just sad to me that she dies in literally every one of the main routes and if you decide to do any of the secret routes, she’s most likely just stuck in a loveless marriage with Diluc for the rest of her life.
The Villainess is the victim here, like, what did she even do besides react to the shitty situation she was placed in? She’s arguably got a sadder backstory than Scara and is similar in that because of the abuse she faced she became a spiteful person, but he gets to live and she dies in every ending?! That’s so unfair!!
I want to get her to at least ONE happy ending! I wanna know what’ll happen if she gets 100% favorability with the Main Love Interests and Secret Love Interests! I’ve 100% everything in this game except Hard Mode, so any help would be appreciated.
No spoilers though, please! I just want to know what I should focus on to progress in Hard Mode!
#look she's writing#genshin villainess au#diluc x reader#kaeya x reader#alhaitham x reader#scaramouche x reader#wanderer x reader#candace x reader#baizhu x reader#zhongli x reader
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