#thank you ophelia xx
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Pushing Towards You
Chapter 13: All Out
Summary: Calista and Gaia talk about Larissa. Later, Larissa proposes something new to Calista.
knock knock knock
Calista just came back from work when someone knocked at the door. She was halfway to the bathroom to take a deserved shower but had to postpone for a few minutes more. A man was standing at the door with a box in his hand.
"I have a delivery for Ms Calista Cos'Asanto." He said monotonely.
"That's me. Thank you." Calista received the pack. "Have a nice day." and slammed the door.
The package was wrapped with red paper and a black ribbon. There was a card pinned in it. Calista opened it and recognized Larissa's handwriting.
"This, my love, is for our next experiences together. I ask you to use it only with me but feel free to know more about how they function if you must.
Keeping you in my thoughts.
Yours, Larissa."
Calita tore off the wrapping and opened the box. Inside, there were tons of sex toys. She felt her face burn, although she was alone at home. Calista had used toys with Gaia before, but only the basics. Larissa sent her strap-on harness, suction toys, anal plugs, double-ended dildo, vibrators, blindfolds and so on. It was a huge acquisition in an adult toy store.
After showering, Calista texted Larissa a photo of the opened packed with the caption, "Just received your gift. I can't decide which one I would like to try first. Xx"
Calista didn't know if Larissa would answer her right away. Knowing her lover, Larissa would still be working by that time. Nevertheless, Larissa texted her.
L: Hello, my love. I'm glad you liked it. Can I make a suggestion?
C: Of course, my dear. Tell what is in your mind.
L: I've been fantasizing about you using the harness in me lately. And if you were into it, I would love to have you inside me.
C: Larissa Weems, my beloved, I wouldn't like anything else than to fuck you into oblivion.
L: I look forward to it, my dearest. I love you.
C: I love you too, Riss. Are you still working?
L: I am. We'll hold The Poe's Cup on the weekend. So, I have to make some arrangements.
C: I'll let you work, then. Try not to go to bed too late. Love you. Xx
L: I'll do my best, love. Have a pleasant night. I'll be thinking about you. Love you. Xx
Calista looked at the box and thought about googling the items individually and learning how to use them properly, aiming to give Larissa the most pleasurable night she ever had.
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The Poe's Cup allowed Calista to have the wanted conversation with Gaia, as Ártemis wished to hang out with her friends no matter what the race result was. Calista took advantage of that and invited her ex-wife to have lunch with her.
"Heeey you!" Gaia was standing by the door, beaming and carrying two plastic bags. "I brought beer for me and wine for you!" She entered the room, slammed the door after her, and went for the glasses. "We have to celebrate! Our baby girl team won the Poe's Cup."
"Shut up! 'Temis won the cup?" Calista was amazed. "Oh my god! She must be thrilled!"
"You should have seen her, Lista. She was beyond happiness." Gaia passed Calista a glass of her favorite white wine, and they made a toast before sipping. "It wasn't easy, tough. It was a tight victory. But it doesn't matter, she won!"
"Cheering for Ophelia's?" Calista teased. Gaia wasn't from Ophelia's Hall back at school.
"Hmmm... Correction: cheering for our daughter!" Gaia pointed her index up. "Unfortunately, she is from Ophelia's." She gave a soft smile after that.
"All right, then. Let's eat!" Calista tried to hide a smirk.
They had a wonderful lunch discussing their jobs and how well Ártemis fit in. Gaia knew Calista too well to just accept that this was a normal lunch day. She knew something was up.
"So, tell me. You hate cooking, and suddenly, you call and invite me to have a meal with you. What's up?" She stared at Calista, waiting for an answer while observing how uncomfortable her ex-wife became. "What? Are you sick?" Now, she was concerned.
"No... I'm fine. I invited you here to tell you something... " Calista was fidgeting her fingers and playing with the shirt hem. "I...hum... I am seeing someone." She finally said.
Gaia frowned upon that. "Good for you? I'm in the dark here. Why are you telling me this?" She looked puzzled. "I mean... I'm not complaining, you know. And I'm happy for you. But why call me here to say you are living your life? Is it for the other day when we slept together? Because I'm fine with it..." She anticipated.
"No... It's not for that." Calista paused. Regaining courage again. "I called you here because the person I'm seeing is Larissa." She waited for a reaction that never came. Gaia looked almost amused.
"Larissa Weems? My boss?" Gaia covered her mouth up, hiding a bright smile. "Well... Well... Who would say Larissa was into women? I always thought that she was in love with Gomez, you know? Well... It could be Morticia, then." Gaia said thoughtfully and caught a frown face from Calista. "What? She fancied Morticia?"
"No... Well, yes... Maybe a little." Calista said in annoyance. "The fact is... I'm telling you this because she is your boss, and I thought you deserved to know."
"Oh... Thank you. How long have you been together?" Gaia asked, drinking her beer.
"That's a long story." Calista wondered if it was time to tell the whole of it.
"I'm not in a hurry. There is a lot of beer in your fridge." She made herself comfortable and waited.
And there she went. Calista told her everything about her relationship with Larissa. In the beginning, she felt odd about Gaia being her ex-wife. But, after digging the whole of it, she felt relieved to have someone to talk about it. They always had a good relationship based on a lot of dialogue and sincerity. On her behalf, Gaia made some sassiest comments during the speech, ripping laughs and rolling eyes out of Calista.
"So... That day we met after the school reunion, you were dumping Larissa? Were you nuts?" Gaia was incredulous. "I mean... That was the very beginning of our relationship and all that came after that, but...you left Larissa naked on the bed and just flew away?"
"Hey... You should thank me for that!" Calista defended herself.
"I thank you hard for that! Don't get me wrong. But... Larissa is not my type, and we had a life together, you and me... Still, you left her. That was harsh. Again, thank you for that." Gaia hushed to say it.
"Yeaahh... Well, that is it. After the reunion, we had never spoken until that day at her office." Calista took a deep breath and relaxed. "So... Is it okay for you? Me and Larissa, being together?" Calista knew there was something more she had to tell, but first, she wanted to be sure Gaia was good with all of it.
"I am... Of course, it is a little bit funny, you know? Share you with her. I mean... Not share strictly speaking, but it is like sharing a secret." Gaia explained. "Again... I am honored that you trusted me with this information. You didn't have to, you know? But I know you, Lista. And feel that there is something more you wanna tell me."
"Larissa is a shapeshifter!" Calista spitted it out. "And I think she and Ártemis must be related to each other."
Now, Gaia was deeply confused. "What? Larissa and Ártemis? How?"
Calista was about to tell her something intimate, and she blushed hard. "Well... Larissa, as a shapeshifter, she can shift..." There was a pause where she stared at Gaia, but nothing responded. "She can shift certain parts of her body." Calista signed near her lower core.
Gaia widened her eyes in enlightenment. "Oh my God! Does Larissa have a penis?!"
"No... She doesn't have one, like permanently... She can shift so she can hang one on some occasions." Now Calista's cheekbones were flushed.
"Wow... This is... Like a dream. Now I'm envying you. No more need for silicon cocks? Cool!" Gaia had a silly smile on her face. But then, she came back to reality. "Is she Ártemis' mother? Is that what you were saying about them being related?"
Calista told her about her and Larissa's conversation with the geneticist at the funding party. "I assure you that you are Ártemis' mother, G. You don't have to worry or feel jeopardized by Larissa's presence." She took Gaia's hand in hers.
Gaia tilted her head. "Is it all what that fuss about? You telling me that my daughter is still my daughter?!" Gaia was beaming. "I know that you were expecting me to make a scene. But don't worry. I was there, Lista. I was there when we chose a donor. I was there during your pregnancy, including the bad times of it. I was there when she was born, when she took her first steps, and when she shifted for the first time." Gaia had a sweet smile. "She is my daughter no matter what genes say. And, yes, I can see Artemis and Larissa's resemblance now that you mentioned. But she is my baby girl."
Calista had tears in her eyes. Tears of happiness, tears of relief, tears of gratitude. "Thank you, G. To understand all this. I was nervous about this conversation. I didn't want you to think that I mischiefed you."
"How could I? For everything you say, the dates make it impossible for Larissa to be Ártemis' mother. So, what are they? Sisters, clones?" Gaia speculated.
"No idea. But that doctor is willing to discover. And I confess that I am, too." Calista said.
"Let's find out, then." Gaia resumed drinking her beer. "Oh... If it makes you feel better, I make a scene, knock at Larissa's door, and accuse her of stilling my daughter and girl. And so on. But, I'm not sure it will benefit my job." Gaia taunted.
"Please, don't!" Calista smiled. "We should keep behaving as the mature people we are."
"Alright, then. But someday, you have to tell me about the shifted cock. Or I'll ask Larissa about it." Gaia smirked and glared at Calista from the top of her glass.
Calista closed her mouth in a thin smile. "Someday." She said. "First, we have to talk with Ártemis about all this. She is the main interested person."
"Yeah... Well, we'll come up with something. For now, let her celebrate the race victory." Gaia said, sipping her drink and smiling at Calista.
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When Gaia left, just before dinner, Calista was feeling lighter. Keeping that secret from her was killing Calista from the inside. She knew she didn't owe Gaia an explanation, but she felt it would be the right thing to do, most of it because of Ártemis. Obviously, she was waiting for a choleric reaction from her ex-wife, but Gaia never got tired of surprising Calista.
Before bed, Calista caught up with her two favorite girls: Ártemis and Larissa. The girl was excited about the Poe's Cup and described in detail the obstacles, the movements, and how well her team performed. She didn't know that Gaia had lunch with Calista, so there was no question about it. Ártemis was all about her friends and how Nevermore was the coolest place ever.
For Calista, nothing was more heartwarming than hearing Ártemis talking about her new life. None of that was new for her; Calista had been there before. She was aware of the cup's nuances. But listened to it patiently with a sweet smile on her face. Ártemis was squeaking from the excitement on the phone and didn't stop until the end when they celebrated with lunch by the river on the school grounds.
The girl finally asked Calista how her day was. And before hanging out, she promised to pay a visit the next day for lunch. Cooking again was out of the question for Calista, so they decided to go to The Weathervane. Sunday was usually dedicated to Larissa, but they both agreed on a date night in a fine restaurant, so lunch with Ártemis was settled.
The phone rang twice before Larissa answered it.
L: Hello, my darling. How are you doing?
C: Hey, Riss. I'm fine. What about you, babe? How was your day?
L: I'm better now. The day was busy. The Poe's Cup has been my favorite event since school, but it can be quite a job to make it happen. I guess you heard the news about the winner.
There was an amused tone in her voice.
C: Yes. Gaia told me as soon as she passed through the doorframe. And Ártemis, herself, just told me a whole novel about it by the phone.
They chuckled at this.
L: It's not a secret that I cheer for Ophelia. I try my best to be impartial on it, but I confess that this year was a hard task.
C: You got too fond of Ártemis.
L: And of her mother as well.
C: Which of them?
Calista smirked at this and listened to a giggle from the other side of the line.
L: Hmm... Let's see. I don't recall saying to Gaia that I love her, and I certainly didn't send her a box with sex toys. That would be highly unprofessional of me. So, correct me if I'm wrong, but I guess I'm talking about you.
C: Good to know I'm the one. I am, right?
Larissa couldn't suppress a smile.
L: You are, my darling—the only one. So, everything was good with Gaia. I stumbled with her earlier, and she was in a good mood.
C: Surprisingly good. I'll fill you in tomorrow at dinner.
L: Can't wait to hear it. And what are your plans for tomorrow?
C: I'll have lunch with Ártemis, and then, I'll be spending my night with you. What about you?
L: Hmm... Work, as always, and wait until I can kiss you.
Calista blushed at this. She wasn't used to the praise yet.
C: Let's just hope the time flies. I miss you.
L: I miss you too, my dear. I'll let you sleep now. I'll be thinking about you. I love you. Good night, my love.
C: I love you too, Riss. Sleep tight.
Calista lay in bed thinking about her date with Larissa the next day. She wondered if Larissa was up to play with some of the toys. Calista has learned more about some of them and felt like using them. Larissa mentioned the strap, and Calista was willing to satisfy her lover's desire.
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Larissa called Calista that morning and suggested they spend the night at Nevermore. Larissa would take Calista back to her apartment on Monday morning to prepare for work. In addition to that, Larissa asked Calista to bring the toy box with her that night.
The idea of sleeping at Nevermore wasn't that pleasant to Calista. Gaia and Ártemis lived there, and she didn't want to have an encounter with them moments before heading to Larissa's quarters. Nevertheless, thinking about them on Larissa's bed turned Calista on. She had never been in Larissa's room before and was now curious about it.
Larissa didn't share her plans for that night with Calista. But the request for the box with the sex toys made it clear the blonde was working on something. The last time they spoke, Larissa mentioned the desire of Calista to use the harness in her. But Larissa's tone told Calista that she had other ideas on her mind.
Larissa was never late. Especially if her appointment was with Calista at that exact time, Calista received a text from Larissa just to acknowledge her arrival. When Calista arrived, Larissa was leaning against the passenger door, scrolling through her phone. Larissa opened up her arms to hold Calista in a tight embrace.
Larissa kissed Calista's lips and smiled at her. "Hello, my darling. I missed you." Her voice was almost a whisper.
"I missed you too, my love." Calista held Larissa's neck with one of her hands and leaned for another kiss while the other hand was carrying the box. "How are you tonight?"
"Better now." Larissa then spotted the box and retrieved it from Calista's hand. "Let me help you with that, my dear. Come on, we have a reservation." Larissa opened the door to Calista and placed the box in the trunk.
Larissa booked a table at a fine Seafood Restaurant. As they parked, Larissa opened the door for Calista to exit the car. That was not something Calista cared about; she didn't need anyone to open the door for her, but it seemed important to Larissa, so Calista had her lover's way.
As they headed to the restaurant, Larissa touched Calista's lower back and guided her through the saloon to their table. Larissa had a dominant attitude that night, and Calista anticipated what awaited her later that night. She was eager to know which toys Larissa would pick but didn't ask anything. She decided to just the night flow through them.
They had oysters and salmon for dinner. Larissa chose a wine that could pair with both plates, and they talked about their week. Calista told Larissa about her conversation with Gaia. Larissa was as surprised as glad Gaia's reaction was positive.
During their conversation, Larissa never took her eyes off Calista. Larissa paid close attention to Calista's gestures; her mouth turned to a smile as she touched Larissa's hand between speeches. Her eyes passed through Calista's face as if it wanted to record every detail. Calista took notice of that.
"You scanned me all night, Riss." Calista said with a smirk. "I'm flattered. But I know you too well to think that you are just staring. Tell me, babe, what is it?"
"I was wondering... Better, I was imagining... " She leaned on the table to get closer to Calista and lower her voice. "if you would like to be my sub tonight."
Calista's face flushed, and it was not for the alcohol. Submission. So this is what Larissa had in mind. Suddenly, she pictured all the possibilities inside the box. She was so into that thought that she forgot to answer Larissa.
"We don't have to do it if it is something you are uncomfortable with." Larissa backed off with a worried expression.
"No..." Calista almost cried out. She looked around, and no one was paying attention to them. She lowered her voice. "No... It's not that. I was just picturing that in my mind. Sorry."
"So is it a 'yes'?" Larissa seemed relieved and aroused now. Calista nodded to her. "So, what would you say to start with a verbal answer to me, darling?" She commanded with a lustful tone.
"Yes, I would like that..." Calista knew it was etiquette for this dynamic type, but Larissa never said how to address it, so she waited and bowed her head a little.
"Mistress." Larissa completed the sentence, tilting her head to look Calista in her eyes. Putting her index above Calista's chin, Larissa lifted her head so they could meet each other eyes. "Say it again, darling."
"Yes, I would like that, mistress." Calista blushed harder this time.
Larissa grinned. "There you go. I think it's time for us to go home."
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+ princess!! cym as it girls from songs - arabella, michelle, jolene etc xx
join the party!
never realised how many songs have names in them and honestly i’m not mad about it. some of these may not be super well known but they makes sm sense. thank you for the ask ml, it was sm fun!!!! xx
you as rhiannon by fleetwood mac. it just fits idk why but it gives that retro, free, djats esque sort of feel that i imagine you having. and the lyrics feel so you with the night sky and bird imagery. if queen had a song with a girl’s name in the title, it would be you (idk if they do but i don’t think so?) but that might just be down to ur user
@waklman as soren- bedroom session by beabadoobee. ur so bea like minus the fact that you love her and ur pfp so i imagine you as her even if i know what you look like but you both give me the same vibes and ur just so iconic and cool, it just makes perfect sense
@sematarygirls as iris by the goo goo dolls. very cool girl, retro summer, obx vibes, slight djats rockstar vibes? just sort of a combination of you and your writing that i think fits very well, also it’s such a good song
@katsendgame as betty by taylor swift. idk why but it just feels you. it’s got that late night summer vibe with the slight cottagecore that fits yours. but if the wallows had a song with a girls name in the title, you would be that but i don’t think they do ): *this is my plea for them to make one, preferably with ur name in the title but i’m not too picky*
@thyme-in-a-bubble as sofia by clairo. it fits your aesthetic so well and has that calming, soft but also upbeat vibe, with the sense of romanticism to it, it just feels perfect
@bcyhoods as ophelia by the lumineers and come on eileen by dexys midnight runners. both of these somehow fit your account and also scream midnight sky and blue plaid pyjama pants which is what your account makes me think of
@bruisedboys as matilda by alt-j or arabella by arctic monkeys. if there was a song that was a mix of those two, then i’d go with that one. no explanation, it just makes sense in my head
@wolvisms as valerie by tv girl. i can’t explain it but that song just feels red and that’s the colour i associate with you. plus it has this downtown girl feel that idk i can’t explain it, it just makes sense. if not that, i’d say jolene by dolly parton
@amoraffairs as juliet by cavetown. your account just feels soft and green, like ur running through a field of daisies or collecting sea shells on the beach, and i feel like that’s perfect for this acoustic song
#drew replies!#if anyone has any other suggestions or songs then pls do lmk#hope you all like it!!!!#ily all#thank you for the ask ml!!!#100 celebration ⭐️
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hi!! I was wondering if I could request a level three match up from game of thrones, house of the dragon, and vikings? I use she/they pronouns and I have a preference for women :)
I'm a sagittarius sun, gemini moon, and scorpio rising. I'm an entp. I'm pretty talkative and sociable! I'm quite extroverted and like to talk about my interests a lot. I have one sibling, a younger sister, who I get along well with (although she can be a right pain sometimes). I tend to get frustrated with myself a lot, and have a bit of an argumentative streak 😳. I have 4 rabbits who I absolutely adore.
I'm fairly tall (about 5'7), have long auburn hair, blue eyes and quite round features. I like to wear a lot of black, green and red- I have more of a gothic style and I like long flowy dresses. I wear lots of jewellery and like to braid my hair (along with lots of other styles!!).
I have a passion for history, languages and art! I like to travel as much as possible and enjoy learning about folklore and fairy tales. I do karate and play the guitar! I also like to draw when I can, and I love to get out into nature. I read tarot from time to time, and I like to consider myself a little bit witchy.
my ideal type would be someone up for a conversation- probably someone who enjoys the arts. i can be pretty forgetful, so someone who could remind me to do things would be perfect <3 I'd want to avoid anyone too quiet, or someone who struggles to commit to relationships.
thank you so much xx 💕💕💕
Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈
𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
I ship you with Torvi! Like most of these ships, she has this similar feminine energy to you.
𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
・Loves having intimate moments; leaning her forehead against yours, kissing your palm, rubbing her nose against yours.
・Calms you even in your highest of moments. When you feel like the world is out to get you, when everything is going wrong - she will be there, ready to calm you down, to talk you off your high ledge.
・Likes to train with you. It becomes so fun, so invigorating.
Theme Song:
↬ ‘Ophelia’ by Steven Price
Relationship Tropes:
↬ Similar Personalities
𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
I ship you with Laena Velaryon! She has an invigorating personality where people cannot help but like her. She’s charming, but has a strong backbone and knows what she wants.
𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
・I think you would be each other’s first love. She wouldn’t want anyone else, since you give her everything she needs.
・She loves when you rest your head in her lap. Her fingers gently move through your hair, earning moans of delight from you.
・You’d have such a passionate relationship. If you weren’t a dragon rider, than Laena would take you up on Vhagar, soaring through the clouds. Your arms clasped tightly around her waist. If you were a dragon rider than she would love flying next to you, the absolute power and freedom you would feel, would be so intense.
Theme Song:
↬ ‘Gimme All Your Love’ by Alabama Shakes
Relationship Tropes:
↬ Love At First Sight
𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
I ship you with Missandei! I think you would have such a gentle relationship. One where there is nothing but love and support for each other. You both want the best for one another and are always making sure each other is okay, looked after and healthy.
𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
・Missandei was apprehensive about you for a while. Even though you showed to be a loyal servant and supporter of Dany, she still had reservations. Missandei loves Dany and wants the best for her, and you want the same. So once you prove that to her, she accepts you.
・Likes to talk to you in different languages. You don’t know at first (or for a while) but she’s been calling you “my love” in different languages.
・She confessed her love for you while she thought you were unconscious. You had been the target of an attack and she was looking after you. In a moment of worry, she confessed her feelings, thinking this would be the only time to do it. But you were awake.
Theme Song:
↬ ‘Dance of the Druids’ from Bear McCreary
Relationship Tropes:
↬ Falls In Love Easily x Wary Of Love
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So this is a fanfic I made on Wattpad but I got signed out for some reason so I’m reposting here this a fanfic we’re Ophelia Jackson is the daughter of Poseidon of course precys sister it’s a fluff fanfic but there will be darker themes I’m planning to have her in a heroes of Olympus fanfic to so I hope you like her xx
Ophelia was definite even by dimi god standards she had a remarkable relationship with the mist as young as 6 years old she could see though it. She was always told the same thing monsters aren't real.
She thought she was crazy seeing monsters everywhere but the straw that broke the camels back was wen she was 8 .
The other kids at school had been bullying her as usual but this time was different Emily.
A girl In her class had taken a pair of paper scissors and had her hair so short it belly went past her ears .
Wen she got home she ran straight into her room and looked the door and led in bed the only person she let in was Percy.
He came in with a big painted on smile that was hiding anger and frustration.
( she'd know those emotions well ) she was always good at reeding people you had to live with Gabe .
Hay little miss Universe how are you feeling.
She looked at him not amused I'm ugly Percy don't lie to me.
Hey your not any uglier than usual, that made her smile a little
Peres I .... I look out the window not wanting him to see that I was choking back tears
He come to the bed next to me and raped an arm around me I bury my face in the Crook of he's neck
And hug him back sobbing quietly
Percy broke the silence first it's okay you don't want those kids as friends anyway
That's easy for you to say you have friends not a lot of friends but..
Hey I have plenty of friends.. he looked down at me with a sad almost gully look as he sighs a little okay maybe not plenty But you know what who cares I heve you and you have me that's all we need .
I look at him my small smile returning at he's sweet words what about mom .
Umm I guess she's okay he look down at me with a smirk I guess we can have her too.
Why thank you Percy I don't know what I'd do if you didn't I look to my door to see my mother with her signature smirk that me and precy inherited I let out a little laugh wen I see Percy's face that was very embarrassed .
He nudges my arm as he as says hay I kiss him on the cheek and run to mom and rap my arms around her .
Ophelia woke up from her dream wen she heard her 2 best friends travis and Connor laughing over her sleeping bag trying and falling not to wake her up.
You really don't want her to wake up with all that pen on her face a 3d rather annoyed voice said form the other side of her bed. She immediately recanted the voice as Luke
Well be fine she loves us we she loves me I'm a afraid she'll never feel the same way you do Connor that was obviously travis he then tried to put the pen to my face. but before he could I sit up knocking the 2 of them down to the floor before throwing myself on top of them.
Awwwa they both say Unison that really hurts fee. Well good morning to both too. That was quit the wake up call but I need to get ready.
Your going already I thought we had more time Connor says with a sad look. Aww poor Connor has to go a hole 2 weeks without he's girlfriend your gonna go insane travis says with a mischievous grin . Connor did nothing but blush for a son of Hermes he was always so easily embarrassed .
Hey you know I'm nobody girlfriend unless Ethan asks in that case I am he's . Think for a second well him or Christian McClain I would sell you both for a hug.
thanks both boys say in unison again some times it was crazy how inSync they were some times it was like she was talking to the same person. not that she minded she love them both other than will the two of them had been her very first friends and at this point they were more like her family .
I just give them a smile and turn to Luke who Had Watch the entire exchange . I hold out both my arm signalling I wanted a hug. Luke gave a look that scared travis and Connor despite being Half bothers they were terrified of him .
But I didn't give in until he gave in walking over and Hugging me tightly . Do we have to do this every morning fee. Yep I say enthusiastically hugging him tighter.
After they left She got ready to leave it was always nerve racking going home it had two of the people she wanted to see most In the wold and the person she wanted to see lest in the wold . But it wasn't the only reason she was nervous to leave it was always dangerous to go home and even more to stay home.
She had been only 8 wen she came to camp after Percy had cheered her up he said she should try and stick up for yourself. And that would have been great advice if I wasn't for the fact that the new girl she had thought was just gonna bully her turned out to be a monster trying to kill her .
She obviously got away but ever since it was too dangerous to be home for too long sense Percy had no idea he was a Half blood .
Monsters have a higher chance of wanting to kill you if you know about them which I have for two years now.
This all I have so far I will have part 2 out soon hope you in joyed xx
#percy jackson#heroes of olympus#fanfic#fangirls#connor stoll#travis stoll#will solace#love story#leo valdez fluff#leo valdez#jason grace#ethan nakamura
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I did my own little searchy search for sapphic books and here is a few I found and checked you didn’t already have on your list.
The Final Curse of Ophelia Cray / Christine Calella / Fantasy
Ask, Tell / E.J. Noyes / Romance
The Map That Lead To You / Ella McLeod / Fantasy
The Honeymoon Mix-up / Frankie Fyre / Romance
Hers For The Weekend / Helena Greer / Romance
Bachelorette Number Twelve / Jae / Romance
First Comes Death / Avrah C. Baren / Sci-fi
Of course my eyes could’ve skipped over if any of these were actually on your list but we’ll see ahah I also have more if you would like them ❤️
ahh amazing thank you! i’ll add them sometime later when i get home xx
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WELCOME TO MERROCK, OPHELIA HAUGEN!
Ophelia (she/her & they/them, gender non-conforming) was born on August 5, 1997 in Ottawa, Ontario and arrived to Merrock in July, 2022. They prefer to be called Lia, work as a barista at Pause for Paws and a vet assistant at Emergency Animal Services, and their stomping grounds are the coastal area. | written by: Brooke (she/her, cst), portrayed by: Jessie Mei Li.
FILLING CONNECTION: housemate for Darrius, Aisha & Emeline.
Hello, Brooke, welcome to Merrock! We are so excited to see Lia here in town. Please check out our WELCOME BROCHURE, and be sure to submit your account within 48 hours, and your finished bio within one week. Thank you! xx
OOC: Brooke / she/her / CST / 25+
face claim: Jessie Mei Li
full name: Ophelia Valeri Haugen
nickname(s) / goes by: Lia Haugen (given name) | Lili (friends) + Ophie (family members)
pronouns & gender: Gender Non-Confirming | She/They
sexuality: Pansexual | Demiromantic
birth date: August 5, 1997 | 26 years old
birth place: Ottawa, Ontario
arrival to merrock: July 2022.
housing: The Coast + Pier
occupation: Barista + Vet Assistant
work place: Pause for Paws + Emergency Animal Services
family: Gavriil + Silas Haugen (adoptive parents)
relationship status: Single
filling connection: Housemate WC for Darrius, Aisha + Emeline!
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🌙💥 for the ask game! xx
using some of my oc fandom bbs. thanks for sending ash 🙌💕
🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?
sidney ahmed - in her m*rvel verse - her greatest wish is to stop ghost writing adventure novels and to go on an actual adventure. she's read and written enough about traveling and meeting new people, and now she needs to do that or she feels like she’ll lose her chance. she's waiting for life to give her the opportunity to use her knowledge for something useful. but who knows if and when that will happen. i mean, it will, because she is willing to go far for it and she is the type to take chances in her area. she just wants more, you know? but when she gets it she’ll a bit in over her head.
claudia daviau - in both her m*rvel & dc verses - claudia's greatest wish, other than for her children to be safe, is just to finally fucking rest. She's always on the move. Always looking for a chance to get some revenge for her past. But, in general, when she gets that revenge, she's dissatisfied because she misses the rush from having purpose, and may have just been addicted to the concept of getting revenge in the first place. This goes for anything I write her in. It's like a continued pattern for her. But the thing is, I let her get that revenge because even though her greatest wish is to rest, it's also to make sure people don't get hurt, and if she has to hurt others to make sure other people don't get hurt, she'll do it. end of, she says she’s not gonna just sit. and to be honest, that’s why delphine gets her to do the wildest stuff for her in her assassin verses. but yeah, her dream is just to keep traveling, take a few naps, or to live somewhere where she can study and showcase art because she loves art and is passionate about it. loves it to bits and can go and on and on about it. cloud’s fairly simple at barebones. she’d just get bored with the resting so she’d bury herself in art or would find trouble herself 🤷🏾♀️
💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?
ophelia knight - dc verses - oh god, ophelia's biggest flaw is that she wears all of her emotions on her face. which is, uh, really bad, when you consider the fact that she lives in gotham city and keeping your cards to yourself is the best way to play your way through the city. but the thing with fee is, like, she doesn't necessarily play to win. she plays to survive and just to observe. she's a journalist because she's curious. so, too, i guess you could say she has trouble dealing with empathy, because sometimes she isn't empathetic to people's problems. but i kinda blame the whole 'living in gotham' thing.
layla alveres - dc verses - let’s just say that constanti.ne and lali are a resting bitchface duo. lali is awful at expressing herself period, because she knows that’s how people get you. she’s at ease with those she cares about and loves, and is incredibly smiley. and even with the resting bitch face, she does have feelings though and they’re not tuned to the bottom. but when she feels them on high, sometimes she makes a fool of herself and cannot hide it at all.
lunanera rosano - m*rvel - this is a new au but luna isn’t new. but in general, luna selling her soul to “the devil” is wild to me. like sometimes I’ll be like “who would their person be?” But with luna? I just feel like a ghost rider’s whole concept parallels her whole thing as a “maiden” in her main story and I just think that’s just a neat au idea. But anyways. I think Luna’s biggest emotional issue she has, is that she has trouble dealing with is the fact that she feels …not herself and doesn’t know how to respond to that. She’s not the type to use aggression as a response but like? She does still react with, I suppose, confusion, and that is not very helpful in the long run. Also she’s more villain leaning than not, but not for the reasons she’d believe.
#I have so many little things i simply do not post 🙈 for character vibes I love#but I love my little fun side pieces I do funsies!#noswrittenworks#nosresponses#writing: claudia daviau#writing: ophelia knight#writing: layla alveres
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Tarot Asks! Moon for Ophelia, Wheel for Neyla, and Judgement for for any! (@uselessidiotsquad)
Thank you for the ask! <3
🌙 XVIII - The Moon: Fear, illusions, fantasies, delving into the imaginary, loss of direction.
Ophelia is outright terrified of waking up one day and finding her powers don't work anymore.
Her minions, her mounts, they all rely on her powers to stay alive. So if her powers were to suddenly vanish, she'd be left completely and utterly alone.
She doesn't know what she would do if that were to ever happen.
🎡 X - Wheel of Fortune: Understanding the cycles of life/fates, a turning point in luck. Feeling an occurring change, experiencing an epiphany.
Neyla was originally being raised to be Ash legion. She's always been small and was very light on her paws as a cub. But she hated it! Hated having to be quiet all the time and hated all the elaborate secrecy.
She used to go and watch soldiers from other legions all the time and after seeing an old Iron legion soldier heft a rocket launcher onto his shoulder and blow a target to smithereens, she knew exactly what she wanted to do.
🎱 XX - Judgement : Moment of reckoning, taking a stand, making a choice, rebirth, absolution, cleansing.
This was tough to decide who to answer for but I picked Ormar in the end.
Ormar punched his birth father in the face. Hard.
It wasn't even for his own sake. He could ignore his birth parents' comments about him, could just shrug them off.
But a single line of absolute cruelty about one of his closest friends had him turning on the spot and hitting with full force.
He hasn't heard from them since.
#thank you again for the ask!#ophelia cordylata#neyla geargrinder#ormar thodrekson#sorry this took a while!#ormar was adopted as a teen by a very nice norn couple who love their extra giant son#neyla is my excellent chaos daughter and its fun to talk about her#and ophelia has no idea how to make friends with people#she tries
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Hiya there! I really like your writing and was wondering if you could write something where forgetful y/n meets Technoblade- and also- can I be 🏹 anon if its not taken? :D
yeah yeah!! I don't know if you meant c!forgetful!y/n and c!techno or cc!both and I kinda like the heads of both soo ,, I did both !! I hope that's cool w you !!! n ofc, welcome to the crew 🏹 anon :)
part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7
part doesn't look like a real word anymore
pairing (platonic); c!forgetful!y/n x c!techno , forgetful!y/n x (cc!)techno
warnings; dark humor (punting kids, killing, hitman stuff, stuff along those lines!!)
Characters
met bc you're ranboo's sibling !! :)
you were looking for ranboo but couldn't find him (he was hanging out with techno) so you sent him a text on the communicator (whispering) to ask
him, being the protective brother (in lore, the world it's tons more dangerous and he knows) he is, he didn't really think and sent you his coords and said he'll be near there, he's hanging out with someone
he didn't specify who exactly he was with so you were like oh ok be there in a bit
you go the coords and see them through the trees, techno's pink and red colors pallet and ranboo's black half and tux standing out against the snow
immediately you're still, if you move they might hear you – techno might hear you, you look for a bit, going through a back and fourth in your head was what you were going to tell him actually worth what might happen if techno didn't like you? it's not necessarily important information, you just wanted someone to talk to about what you talked with Tommy about today and your brother was your closest friend – tommy tied for first place with him but talking to tommy about what you and tommy spoke about? that's be weird. you really want to talk now, so you don't forget, and your not the best with holding in stuff without snapping at people who don't deserve it
so you decide to go on anyways. he wouldn't hate you, right? you're not really on a side, you're more of a middle ground type of person so you're not connected to the government so he wouldn't hate you, right? and even if he did; your brother would never let him kill you; you reasoned with yourself, happy with the resolve you start forward towards them
thank God for your naturally quiet and agile movements, they would've noticed you before you were ready otherwise, you made it halfway to them and decided to make a little bit of noise so they wouldn't pull weapons as soon as you were right next to them
you threw a snowball at a tree causing both boys to turn and see you wave "hi! just wanted to talk with ranboo"
"well I'm talking to him, about something rather serious too, so leave." "okay so? I want to talk to my brother so why don't you leave?"
talking like this with the blood god was extremely risky, but you're also not the most well known for having smart, thought out decisions. in other words; you don't really think before talking, which can be both good and bad
people admire the honesty and what they believe is guts (it's not, you just don't have cognitive filters), on the other hand, though, it can, and will (and definitely has) land you in a world of hurt
ranboo's looking between you two anxiously, eyes showing obvious worry that this will escalate to a battle
as the piglin hybrid looked down at you like you were dirt under his boot you glared right back up at him, matching the energy he gave, as you grabbed ranboo's hand and started to drag him away
ranboo turned around to look at techno and waved "oh- uh- I guess we can talk some other time!", techno grumbled at that
though later he did let himself laugh about it, someone who looked quiet not being afraid to match his energy was amusing itself, but pair that with you dragging your brother along, not being careful of his foot placement causing him to almost fall many times and it makes it funnier
when he spoke to you again, it was clear neither of you held any grudges or anything but the "oh my god I hate you and we're literally enemies" bit continued, but it was obvious it was just y'all's dynamic
fans were in love with that dynamic and adored making art (comics, drawings, fics, animations, etc) of it :)
and despite everything the friendship and dynamic stayed the same, making fans cry
fans often worried about what would happen to y'all, because nothing in the dsmp stays the same – something bad always has to happen
quite a few ",,, what's gonna happen to c!techno and c!y/n's dynamic... something bad has to happen right? it's been good for way too long" tweets and most of the replies consist of "if something happens I'm blaming you" or "if anything happens I'm coming back with a bat" (both jokes ofc)
haha,, something bad eventually does happen but that's for a different time o/ (dw abt requesting for it! I already have a request where I plan to reveal it, however it will take a bit to get to, until then, enjoy the cliffhanger >:) )
content creators
immediately y'all match up on the same jokes and things!!
yk the thing like "wait, it's not what it looks like" "you kill people for money????" ".... .yeah" "and this whole time I've been doing it for free like a chum!!!"
that's y'all, you're the one who's doing it for free 💀
y'all met through the dsmp and started interacting so the lore won't be awkward and ended up becoming friends
(truth be told you were scared of him not liking you bc you were a fan of his content for some time now)
if you let him rant about Greek stories and such he'll let you rant about what you want to too
if you have any knowledge of old torture machines talk to him about it! like obviously torture is not good or anything but it's interesting to learn what happened in the past yk?
,,although maybe don't do that on stream-
I feel like after talking to techno for the first time and it going well you immediately go back to ranboo like "GUESS WHAT OMG"
"GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT :DD" "Well, hello to you too" "But what's up?" "SCARY MAN THIUGHT I WAS OK 👍👍" "Who? Literally every new guy you meet is "scary man" to you" (/hj /lh) "TECHNOOO!!!!!" "That's awesome, man!! :D"
depending on how you react to jokes about punting kids he would end up making them more often around you bc he finds your reaction funny
if it's normal, you have no reaction, or just laugh in reply, he'll make them a normal amount most likely
if it's something along the lines of "NOOOO !!!!!" he's going to end up making them more, and out of the blue too
"so, you really went far in streaming so far?" "yeah! I think it's neat! I didn't expect to-" "almost as far as the kid I kicked-" "NO !!!!"
there are a lot of times where you have to clear up what is and isn't lore because y'all's dynamic is similar in and out of roleplay
also yk,, people are starved of and wanting c!y/n and c!techno interactions so they're trying to get the crumbs they can – it's actually really funny
taglist: @cvsmixplant @l0ver0fj0y @youngstarfishdinosaur @icarusthefoolish @ophelia-enthusiast @decay-as-a-life-form @xxtwizztedxx @akino-akina-writes @qrimbarkk @milkydisaster @xx-smiley-xx
#asked and answered#request#🏹 anon#new anon#technoblade x reader#techno x reader#platonic!reader#platonic fanfic#platonic x reader#platonic techno x reader#platonic technoblade x reader#mcyt x reader#streamer!au#streamer!reader#streamer!y/n#fanfic#headcanon#headcanons#writing#forgetful!y/n#forgetful!reader#forgetful! reader#forgetful! y/n#forgetful reader#forgetful y/n#series#c!techo x reader#c!technoblade x reader#c!reader#c!techno x c!reader
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👼Baby's Got Trouble. Don't Know How To Live. Don't Want To Die. (Cordelia Goode)👼
Cordelia Goode x fem!reader
👼Part 6 of SP getting reader pregnant👼
👼Slice 1👼
Co-authored with @billiedeannovak
Somewhat au but more so later xx
👼Wordcount: 3422👼
👼Posted on AO3: Read Here👼
👼Content: Your mum sucks, slow-burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, more to be added later👼
👼“No, ma’am. It isn’t crazy hippie rubbish. As I said, your daughter has a place here at the academy. She will start classes upon arrival. It is best she bring all the clothing she has and any other personal items she might wan-“👼
“Hello? Is this the Robichaux or whatever place?”
“Robichaux Academy, yes it is. My name is Cordelia Goode, I’m the Headmistress of Robichaux Academy. How may I help?”
“Brilliant. My daughter, Yn, has somehow managed to break our wine glasses while we were- my husband, son, and I were sitting eating at the dining table. She then managed to fix them once the initial shock wore off but this can’t go on. She’s a disgrace to the family. We heard tales from her great grandmother about witches in Salem but we just thought she was going batty in her old age. Regardless, can you fix our daughter?”
“I- Ma’am, I understand that to people like you- er, I mean, people without magical abilities, that it is scary when these abilities show themselves, but it doesn’t mean your daughter needs to be- to be fixed. Yes, she can come to the academy, there should have been a letter in the-“
“Oh. That place. We got the letter and threw it out thinking it was some crazy hippie rubbish.”
“No, ma’am. It isn’t crazy hippie rubbish. As I said, your daughter has a place here at the academy. She will start classes upon arrival. It is best she bring all the clothing she has and any other personal items she might wan-“
“She will take what she can fit into that stupid bag of hers before we kick her out. We don’t want her in the house any longer. She’s a disgrace and is putting us in danger.”
“I think- I think she’s the one in danger, not you. People still- There are people out there that still want us dead. She will be safer surrounded by her sisters. Someone will come by to make sure she makes it here safely.”
“Good. I suggest someone come quick because after I hang up, she’s no longer welcome.”
“I- Okay ma’am. Very well then. Someone will be there shortly. Have a pleasant evening.”
You have always hated the dark ever since you were a little kid, it’s not the darkness itself that scares you but rather the inability to see what could see you. The lights that lined the streets offered little to no visibility, they were as useful as soldiers would be standing in their place, in fact, they were probably what made you most unnerved about sitting outside on the curb at night, they had this uneven yellow glow to them that only managed to give off light in a very small orb around them. The only thing that would make your current situation more unpleasant than it already was, would be if a thick fog rolled in, trapping the light in an even smaller radius, and making the darkness around you all that more ceaseless.
It was a relatively quiet part of New Orleans, and at the moment you couldn’t tell whether this was a blessing or a curse. Sure, there weren’t random people approaching you and asking if you have money or if you need help, but there was also no one around if something were to happen to you. Yes, your scream could be heard but no one would come running to see where it had come from or why it had been made.
Your parents hadn’t really explained much about where you were going, they said “gather your shit in that bag of yours and get out” followed by a “someone from that hippie academy will pick you up” but that was all they had said before the door hit your ass on the way out of the house.
There weren’t any hippie academies that you could think of, you doubted they were even a thing. Wouldn’t a hippie academy be counterintuitive to the whole hippie thing? Why were you even being sent away? It wasn’t your fault that the glasses broke, it was an accident! And you had fixed them so why were you suddenly sitting on your ass on the curb?
The low hum of a car draws your attention from your phone and makes you jump up and back from the curb so you don’t get hit by it. It’s a fancy car so surely it wouldn’t be here for you. Why would a black Mercedes A-Class Sedan pull up in front of you?
Maybe it was one of those gross rich people that wanted to give you a nice place to stay and anything you could desire in exchange for sex. No Bueno. One of the doors swing open and a young blonde woman steps out, brushing down the front of her knee-length black skirt before smiling shyly at you. “Are you Yn?”
You narrow your eyes and tighten your grip on the straps of your backpack “Who’s asking?” Despite current circumstances, the woman doesn’t come across like she would do anything to hurt you, she seems kind and has a certain air of innocence about her.
“Oh! My apologies, I’m Cordelia Goode. I’m the Headmistress of Robichaux Academy. I’m here to take you there. Have- Did your parents explain where you’re going and why?”
You shook your head and looked down briefly, toeing the dirt with your shoe before glancing back at her. “No. They pretty much told me to get my shit and leave, and that some ‘hippie academy’ person would come get me. Are- are you that person? Not- not a hippie person but- not- not that there’s anything wrong with if you are.”
Cordelia laughs softly and moves closer to you, offering her hand to carry your bag “Let me take that for you.” You hand her your bag, quietly apologising for it being heavy but she seems to hold it with ease. “So they told you none of what I discussed with them on the phone? That’s- that’s to be expected I guess. We can discuss this in the car on the way, okay?”
You nod and follow her back to the car, climbing in after her and closing the door. She whispers something to the driver before the car sets off, turning her attention back to you. “Do you know anything about witches and covens?”
“A little? My great grandma use to talk a lot about what happened to family in Salem but mom and dad always said she was just getting batty in her old age. She said that witch hunters would tear people from their homes and slaughter them, sometimes whole villages of people that were believed to be witches or- or even harboring them.
She use to show me magic tricks as a kid, making her purse disappear then reappear in my school bag. I never knew how she did it but- but it fascinated me. I talked to mum and dad about it, how amazing it was but they just told me to stop talking and never talk about it again. Other than that… I have no idea.”
“Your- your parents- mother- did briefly mention that your great grandmother use to talk about it but she, as you said, put it down to her being batty in old age. Unfortunately for your grandmother- great grandmother, sorry- what she talked to you about was- in some cases, still is, true. Witches, all though now have safer places and are more widely accepted, they- we, are still at danger of being killed by witch hunters.
At the academy, Robichaux, we are safe, the Supreme is incredibly strong and capable of protecting us, and there are a number of other older witches who help too. But like most covens, we are stronger together than we are divided. We are here to protect and help new witches grow. With us you will have a new family who will never turn their back on you when you are in a time of need.”
Looking out the window it was just a blur of colours from the lights and neon signs that lit up the streets signalling that New Orleans night life was just waking up. “What do you do when you grow up licking poison off knives and now that you’re finally going to be in a situation where you're fed on milk and honey, all you can think about is running because something that sweet can’t be anything other than poison? What is that quote…
I don’t know how to stay tender-“
“with this blood in my mouth? Ophelia, act 4, scene 5. It is… appropriate considering your situation but… if I’m going off my impression of you, you are going to find it easy to continue being kind, even if you feel like you’re only good at hurting people. I can see that you have a good heart, Yn. Although my mother does tell me I’m not good at judging people.”
You smile shyly, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly “Thank you, Cordelia. I hope I can prove your mother wrong and be the good person that you think I am.” You return your gaze to look out the window, admiring the different colour lights you can see and how busy this part of the city was. “It’ll be nice finally having someone that believes in me. That believes I am good.”
“You will find that there will be others out there who will see goodness in you too. But- but even if there aren’t… Know that I see it.”
The rest of the drive was filled with light-hearted banter, the kind you would hear good friends throw back and forth. You wouldn’t consider you and Cordelia to be friends seeing as you two have only just met but you felt as though it wouldn’t take long until you were.
By the time you made it to the academy it was around midnight, the building was grand and imposing, it had this energy to it that gave off the distinct impression that if you tried damaging it in anyway you would be the one that came away worse off. There were lights that lit the pathway and entryway up which somehow managed to make the building all the more intimidating despite feeling perfectly safe.
You went to grab your backpack but Cordelia bet you to it. “I can carry my bag, you know that right? I don’t mind taking my own shit- stuff in. You’ve already saved me from whatever hell my parents were going to impose on me, the least I can do is take my own things inside.”
She shakes her head, a small smile tugging at her lips as she leads the way up the path “I’m sure you can, but you’re new here and you’ve also had a long day, it’s the least I can do for a new coven member.” You let out a dramatic groan as you follow after her, she opens the door and steps to the side to let you in before coming in after you and closing the door behind you both.
“It’s so quiet. Is it always this quiet? I can’t- Nevermind” You shove your hands in your jacket pockets, waiting for Cordelia to take you to where you can hopefully get some sleep.
“It’s only this quiet when the girls aren’t creating mischief and partying, as well as when my mother hasn’t been drinking, mind you, I haven’t seen her since she left to travel the world... You’ll grow to appreciate this rare moment of silence.” She gestures for you to follow her as she leads you up a grand staircase, leading you down a hall before opening a door to your left.
“It’s a small room but I doubt you’d want the girls harassing you with questions at this hour so we’ll move you into their room tomorrow if you would like? There’s drawers for your clothes, a small desk, and of course a bed. The bathroom is next door and if you want hot water I suggest waking up before 7 or else Madison will use it all up when she takes her hour long shower.”
You nod your head and thank her quietly, taking your backpack from her you step in the room, dumping your bag on the desk before moving to close the curtains. “Is- Is there anything else I can do for you before I let you get some rest?” You turn around to look at her before looking at the floor “Is- Is it okay if I turn some music on? I’ll have it quiet so it doesn’t disturb anyone. I just- I can’t sleep when it’s silent.”
Cordelia smiles softly, she finds it rather adorable that you can’t sleep unless there’s noise of some sort but she doesn’t want to embarrass you or herself by admitting this. “Of course you can. I will make sure- or try to get you a radio so you don’t have to play it through your phone. I’m sure it will be nice to hear music rather than the girls screaming at each other over who stole whose makeup. I- I wouldn’t mind hearing what you like listening to” your eyes shoot up to look at her, a blush settling on both your faces.
“I- uhm… I- Good- Good night, Yn. I’ll come see you in the morning so I can introduce you to the others at breakfast. Uhm… Let- let me know if there’s anything else I can do to help you settle in. Good night.” She rushes out, hoping that you don’t notice how flustered she got but also has a gut feeling that you did notice. She gives you a small wave before leaving quickly, the door closing behind her.
You let out a slow breath, feeling the exhaustion from the day hit you like a bat out of hell. You knew this made no sense seeing as you did nothing physical but apparently being kicked out of home for being a witch had the same effect as running a marathon, it left you broken and tired.
You remove most of your clothing, leaving just your shirt and underwear on before climbing into bed, taking one last glance at your phone to see if you have any messages or calls from anyone but unsurprisingly there weren’t any. You turn the volume up a bit so you can hear your music then put it on your small side-table before turning over and trying to sleep.
No matter where you stayed or how exhausted you were, the first night sleeping somewhere new was always the hardest night sleep you had. Nevertheless, you managed to get to sleep relatively quickly but staying asleep was where it became difficult; the days events were playing in this off-kilter manner, like they were somehow glitching and just playing that awful moment where your powers revealed themselves and you saw the look of fear then disgust in your parent’s eyes on loop. No matter how hard you tried to change what you were dreaming about, your dreams would always end up looping back to this.
“We can never have a fucking normal dinner when you’re involved, can we? There is always something going on with you. Last night it was because you wanted to have a glass of wine and ended up polishing the bottle off yourself. And now!? Now it’s because you’re some freak.”
“Honey, that’s not- you can’t call our daughter that. This time it isn’t her fault this happened. Yes last night was unpleasant but you certainly weren’t helping and now you’re berating the poor girl.”
“Oh? It’s my fault? So what, you’re defending our freak of a daughter?”
“No- No that’s not- I’m not defending her. Tonight was- is just- this is out of her control and ours.”
“Exactly. Out of our control. She’s always been like this. I’m going to go make a call to that academy place. See if they can fix her.”
“I don’t need fixing! I’m not broken!”
“You’re right, you’re not broken. Just defective.”
“Mom? Don’t make her leave. She helps me with my homework when you’re not home. Please. I’ll miss her if you make her-“
“Shut up. This isn’t for little children to discuss. Take your dinner to your room and eat there. This is the last time you’ll be seeing your sister.”
“But-“
“No. Say your goodbyes now then go to your room.”
Your little brother gets out of his seat and walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your legs before hugging you tight, mumbling “I’ll miss you. Sorry mom and dad are making you leave. If- if it counts for something I- I don’t think you’re defective.”
You hug him back, giving his hair a ruffle before letting him go, a sad smile on both your faces. “I’ll see you again someday, kiddo. Be good.”
“Unlike you, your brother isn’t a disappointment to this family.”
You wake with a start upon a knocking on your door, you feel panic surge through you thinking it was your mother about to verbally berate you but then you hear a soft voice. “Yn? May I come in? I thought it best to discuss with you what happens in the morning before lessons start.” You feel your cheeks heat up and pull the duvet up to cover you as you sit up, “uhm yeah- yeah you can come in.”
The doorhandle turns and the door swings open, revealing a youthful Cordelia, her long blonde locks tied back in a ponytail; if you hadn’t known who she was, you would have thought an angel had lost its way, she was beautiful. You look away not wanting to get caught staring, suddenly finding the ceiling to be the most fascinating thing you’ve ever seen.
“Hey! Is that the new girl!? It’s the new girl! Co-“ Cordelia closes the door, shaking her head and letting out a quiet sigh before turning back to face you. “And here I was trying to make sure you would have a relatively peaceful morning, but it seems that the girls have other things in mind.”
You laugh lightly and shrug, “I’ll have to get use to it sooner or later so it’s alright.” She hums a bit, clasping her hands together at her waist. “So… We usually have breakfast together. Some mornings it’s a pleasant affair but then there are mornings where Madison decides to start drama…”
Cordelia trails off, a light blush colouring her cheeks “I- I probably shouldn’t talk like that but… there isn’t much point trying to sugar coat things. It was a lot worse when mother was staying here, as soon as she had some alcohol in her there is no stopping her. But that’s in the past anyway. She’s off traveling” she gestures vaguely with her hands “somewhere.”
You cover your mouth with your hand to stifle laughter, it seems like you’re not the only one who has a tempestuous relationship with their mother. “You’re not laughing at me, are you? It’s not a good look for a new student to laugh at her Headmistress.”
You bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing, it’s not that you were laughing at her but the situation in itself was pretty funny. “I- I’m not I swear” you manage to get out through little fits of laughter “It’s just funny that’s all.” She rolls her eyes but smiles “I doubt you’ll be laughing when mother has a fit and tosses you across the room. God… I really need her to stop doing that.”
Cordelia walks over to your curtains and opens them, flooding the small room with natural light, the golden and bubble-gum hues of the sunrise bringing life to the otherwise dull walls. “You’ll be fine. I doubt she’s returning home any time soon.”
She turns to look at you, a small smile on her face. “I should let you get dressed so you can get downstairs to have something to eat. I try getting breakfast over and done with before 10am but there are usually a few stragglers that appear later and pick at what’s left in the fridge. I’ll talk to the girls and try to get them to not hound you.”
You thank her and she makes her way over to the door, she rests her hand on the doorhandle, looking down before looking back at you. “I’m sorry that you came here because you had no other choice. I promise you that I won’t give up on you, regardless of what path you take in life.” She gives you a sad smile before leaving, the door closing quietly behind her.
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Hey, hope you are having a good day or night and have two requests on Grell really first off what do you think happened during the suspension as she changed a lot during that time, from rule breaking to suddenly wanting to follow the rules, and I would also like just some headcanons on her like what her childhood was like, how she died. Sorry for asking so much I just have one more question do you have any ideas on how reapers are made after they off themselves? Thank you so much for answering!
Hi, how are you doing?I'm doing well. xx I'll do my best to answer your questions.
(x) what happened to Grell during suspension?
It is my opinion that nothing really happened during that time, expect that Grell has realized the mistakes that she has made. She probably deeply regrets killing Madam Red, and is ashamed of things she has done. She felt used by Madam Red,but still regrets killing her. She probably saw that there was no point in helping Madam Red kill all those women. On the other hand, the higher ups of Shinigami must have some ways they deal with the ones who disobey. According to the anime, (if I can remember it correctly), Grell was probably made to wash the dishes. After the suspension, she was very glad to be back. I don't think that they did brainwashing or anything similar on her.
(x) headcannons on childhood and how she died
- I think she had a very strict father who expected her to be like him.
- That there was a woman in her life whom she admired, someone like Madam Red.
- I think she killed herself by drowning like Ophelia in 'Hamlet'. (She played Ophelia in OVA.)
-I don't think she had a mother or at least she had an absent mother who never cared for her.
(x) how reapers are made
-I heard this theory, so I'm not taking any credit. There are Shinigami female and they get pregnant with the higher ups. After they give birth, the soul of the new reaper is given to the new born. The majority of suicide victims are men, so there aren't that many Shinigami women, and those usually don't work at human realm and give birth and take care of the young.
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happy birthday ophelia 💖🎂 i hope you have a lovely day xx
thank you so much sophie!!!
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Hey, Ophelia! Hope you're doing well✨ no paragraph, just a direct question, so as not to bother you: do you think that I'll ever get married? Thank you so much <3
hello mirrin! hope you’re doing well too love, and its not a bother dw
maybe-no, i felt confusion too so maybe you’re currently/would be confused in that area
welcome! :D xx
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hii! if requests are open would you mind writing one that’s draco x gryffindor, where she ‘kills him with kindness’ and they fall in love even though everyone disapproves? thanks so much💜
i struggled with this request a bit but finally managed to make something sort of decent. hope you like it! xx
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If the Slytherin Prince himself had the strange power of the Sorting Hat — or, perhaps, because of a ridiculous accident turned into it — he would have put you in Hufflepuff, rather than Gryffindor. That house, with it’s loud red colour and loud pride and loud mouth left nothing but distaste — they are rough, they lack grace, they are pompous and obnoxious. And he, for the life of him, cannot understand how you fit in with them, why you, possessing a certain softness of tone and of look, stand as a lily in a sea of red. He would have put you in Hufflepuff, in the warm colours of the sunflower that would have complimented your complexion and your personality. His friends would not glare at you and would not comment on your imperfections if you were, simply, from a different house. Alas, he is not the Sorting Hat, and after four years he still does not phantom why, once it barely touched your heard, it screeched “GRYFFINDOR!”.
If you were the Sorting Hat, this you thought on boring mornings or late evenings when your mind wandered solely for entertainment purposes, you would have put Draco in Ravenclaw. He is clever, so unbelievably clever yet all that intellect is prescribed to his status, not natural talent or passion for knowledge. And he’s a hardworker, and on moments of genius — creative, too. But he can be bitter, and protective, and snobbish, and, above all else, petty, though those traits are not inherently Slytherin. Perhaps if it was not for his family, of whom you know enough to not like, he would be in Ravenclaw, and would be envied for his talent, rather than feared. Perhaps then he’d tease your friends in a jovial, familial way, rather than from a place of malice. You know, watching Harry and judging his sometimes abysmally stupid decisions, that he and Draco, in different circumstances, would be best friends. However, you are not the Sorting Hat, nor do you possess powers to change the past, and so he resides in the dungeons as some feared beast and you at the very top of the Gryffindor Tower.
The two of you are, quite literally, worlds apart. Perhaps that is why it was so silly and so easy to fall in love.
The two of you danced about one another since third year, since Hagrid’s Magical Creatures class where you were quick to defend but never in a hot headed, brash way and he quick to shoot snarky remarks. You aren’t sure why, when you hissed, “Malfoy, seriously, not now.” he had enough sense to listen. But he did, and so the staring, the stolen glances, the passing “Hellos” started and no one knew what to make of it. You are kind, that he knew very well, and at first he had pitied you for it. It was, in his eyes, a weakness. But it takes immense courage to be kind, especially to those who are so rough around the edges they hurt everything and everyone they touch.
It was the night of the Yule Ball he had realised he was in love with you. The ice sculptures, white beams of light, and gentle sprinkle of snow was nothing compared to when he saw you that evening. He was with Pansy, and she was pretty, but she was shallow and cared more of image than of him, of the real him, and the Malfoy name had allured her more than Draco. But you he knew, and you knew him, because all the secret conversations and meet ups at Hogsmeade away from prying eyes that would disapprove of such a scandalous friendship — Harry Potter’s thespian conversing with the Slytherin Prince — and something in those hours of spending time together had bloomed and only then, surrounded by so much glitter and beauty, he found a name for it.
But you emerged as Harry’s date of all things, wearing a lovely dress and clad in jewelry like a lovestruck Ophelia, with a shy gaze and rosy blush. And Harry beside you was rigid and awkward and kept his head down as you flourished in the spotlight, glimmered like a jewel. Draco never in his life had felt the scorch of jealousy that strong. Though he was mostly bitter at himself for not having the courage to ask you “Will you be my date for the Yule Ball?”; for fearing gossip too much, for fearing the tarnish of his name if he was to appear with you by his side. All of that mattered little then, because all he wanted was to hold your hand and dance with you through night instead of staring longingly at you, so close yet so agonisingly far.
And you had seen him too, that night, and he was as handsome as ever. And you knew that he knew what you were thinking when your eyes met before the first dance, that the pang of guilt and hurt your felt — he felt it too. But the dance started and Harry distracted you from all of it, with his boyish charm and adorable uncertainty. You laughed and helped him, only to save him from absolute embarrassment. You saw little of Draco after that. And you tried not to think of him too much, simply enjoy the festivities and smile at whomever said that you looked beautiful. But it kept nagging you, somewhere in the back of your mind, that it was Pansy clinging to his arm and kissing his lips and not you.
It was right before the last task of the Tri Wizard Tournament when you had kissed him. It was a desperate attempt at grasping reality, at calming down, at finally having something you had wanted for so long. And perhaps you had been a bit delirious from stress and lack of sleep but the halls were empty and the castle stood lonely as everyone went to observe and cheer for their champions and you lingered in search of him, and he must’ve been searching for you because he found you by the library and stood frozen at the sight of you so distressed. You had hissed his name and rushed to him, enveloping him into a tight embrace only to feel a smudge of warmth and comfort. And you had kissed him because he would have never dared to kiss you and in that moment he realised why you wore the Gryffindor sweater and the lion crest with pride — you were brave and unapologetic of your feelings, and it takes courage to be so vulnerable.
When you had pulled away your lips were swollen and cheeks aflame, “I-I’m—“ you stuttered, wanting to apologise but nothing came to mind, his taste still fresh on the tip of your tongue.
Draco smiled slowly, breathlessly, but soon caught himself and his face twisted into deliberate neutrality, though his hands trembled lightly by your sides, “Don’t say sorry.” He said, “Don’t…dismiss it.” He glanced away, lost in thought, and you wondered why he refused to allow himself happiness.
“I like you.” You blurred, catching his gaze, “I like you a lot, Draco.”
“I…like you, too.” He admitted quietly, softly. It was as if the roles had reversed — you were sharp and straightforward and he was tender. His hand found yours and grasped it, fingers interlocking with yours. You smiled, but then, a wild thought occurred to you that you might miss the last challenge.
“…Harry!…” You whispered under your breath in alarm, pulling him with you, heart hammering in your chest. The prospect of showing up with Draco for the whole school to see was frightening, but hiding behind closed doors did not appeal to you and making sure your best friend made it out safely was much more important than a bit of gossip. Harry would understand, eventually.
Meanwhile, Draco did not care at all what others thought, as he, holding your hand, wondered why he had not reached for it sooner.
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breathless: lifeguard!obi-wan x reader
summary: a self-described “90s!au Summer lifeguard job with obi and he saves you from drowning”
word count: no clue. once again this was written on my notes app so pls excuse typos!
rating: pg-13 for language, themes, kissing
A/N: fulfilling a prompt request for @afogocado, who sent me the following photo and summary last night for inspo. gosh this was absurdly fun. enjoy, loves -xx.
breathless, a fic by corellians-only
“Sorry about your cigarette,” you mumble, crossing your arms to ward off the chill. your eyes focus on a triad of water droplets suspended on his left bicep even as he takes another step closer, vaporizing the gap between you.
“ ‘s not a problem,” he returns with a half-grin. It makes you weak. It shouldn’t. But it does. A new feeling is rapidly bubbling up to replace the onslaught of adrenaline. Effervescent heat starts fermenting in your core — he runs a hand through shaggy hair, now limp and loose around his face — he reaches around you — his palm skates over your bare arm — he’s looking at you perplexed, repeating his question more insistently now.
“would you like one? A cigarette?”
your brain — your eyes, really — toggles between his azure eyes and the pack of Marlboro’s now secure, comfortable, in his palm. His fingers, still damp judging by the condition of the cardboard, are extended towards you, a link, a bridge — an offering? — in that charged space between you and him. His eyes drag themselves from the cigarette curled in his fingers ((what would it feel like to have his fingers curled around your wrist, around your—)) to your face in time to catch your nod.
He watches you. Watches you pluck the white stick from his fingers. Watches you place it to your lips. Watches you lean forward, this time foisting yourself into his space, that forbidden no-man’s-land. Watches you watch him — he’s fumbling with the lighter, more awkward now that he’s not in the water — he’s got it now, the flame appearing with a muted click, and he’s raising the fire to your lips ((you haphazardly wish he would set you on fire in a different way)) — you inhale and close your eyes as the heady scent fills you.
Reluctantly you take a step back, exhaling the smoke and turning your head as you do so to avoid his face. The wind changes, though — what’s that they say about the best-laid plans? — and it’s thrown back into him and he splutters and coughs, pausing his own efforts. your jaw drops. Aw, hell.
“This just doesn’t seem to be my day, does it?” The remark, and your self-deprecating smile, brings a hitherto unseen light to his eyes. Something more than interest, more than mischievousness. maybe it’s both. Maybe it’s neither. his rejoinder is too quick for you to angst over it for more than a moment.
“why would you say that?” the cigarette twirls in his hand, like that kid who sits behind you in geometry does with his pencil when he’s bored. There’s no accusation dancing at the edge of his tone.
you shrug. Squint as the sun starts to make an appearance again. “Well, I nearly drowned, for starters” you drawl. His eyes, those ungodly aquamarine orbs, are boring into you, so you take another drag of your cigarette. Christ. It’s been a while.
“Near-drowning is a pretty low threshold for a shitty day.” The upwards lilt of his voice tells you he’s just messing around, so you roll your eyes. A thought seizes you.
“Well, I do you have you to thank for the ‘nearly’ part, don’t I?” you muse, matching his airy, unaffected tone. It’s your turn to examine him, now, and you rake your eyes over his form, patches of corded muscle still wet, glistening in the sun.
from the corner of eye you see him bite his lip. another impulse screams at you and you listen. You reach out and tug the lighter from his grasp — his hand clutches at the now-phantom object, reaching at nothingness — you take his other hand, the one with the Marlboro, and raise it to his lips — you murmur a few words that cause his eyebrows to shoot up in gentle surprise.
“Will you permit me?”
he nods ((once, twice, rapidly, easily)) and maybe you’re a fool but it seems like his breath hitches and his eyes flicker down to your lips when you light his cigarette.
He nods again, this time in thanks. He tosses the pack onto the table, and the lighter joins it quickly thereafter. it’s the least you could do, you say, as though you did this sort thing — share cigarettes with attractive half clothed life guards — all the time. Maybe you did, in another life. He wouldn’t know.
“I’m Ben.”
“Hi.”
there’s a silence. a few heart beats? half-dozen light years? You’ll never know. He runs his hand through his long hair again ((not quite to his collarbone, but shit, it’s better looking than yours)) and you says something that gives rise to a smirk playing across his diamond-cut features.
“I already know who you are.” Another long drag. A sidelong glance. Strains of The Cranberries waft over from over the iron fence. He shrugs. Another drag, maybe two. “I like the Indigo Girls better.” Another pause. “But Rites of Passage was better than Swamp Ophelia.”
“1200 Curfews is the best of both.” your eyes narrow. “Don’t avoid the topic, Ben. How’d you know who I was?”
A toss and vigorous stamp of your foot and your cigarette joins his, dead in the dirt.
He laughs and the heat in your stomach is back ((did it ever go away)) and it’s creeping through your rib cage straight to your heart and it’s climbing through you and creeping to your fingertips and trickling down to everywhere, everywhere and you grasp onto the table behind you with urgency and it’s all you can do stand upright, damnit and the rickety table sways under the sudden stress.
Hands — strong, sweet ((can hands be sweet)) immediately reach out to steady you, clutching your forearms, holding you in place — pinning you down, ((god you wish)) — thumbs caress your muscled shoulders in small circles — his head is bent, obscuring his vision — trying to get a better look at you — you nod, yes you’re okay, if you really knew me you’d know I was a klutz — he nods — smirks — he already knew that, knew you.
“You’ve been at the pool nearly every day this summer.”
once more he reaches around you and this time, Ben emerges with a towel. He wraps it around you gently, authoritatively, no doubt having noticed the goosebumps on your sensitive flesh. a hand tugs at the edges of the cotton cloth near your neck, dragging it back from slipping off completely. It lingers. He meets your eyes for the first time in what feels like years. You can breathe again now.
“Even if your head’s been buried in books, your friends, they’re still talking about you. Trying to get your attention.” He cants his head. “So how’s The End of History? Worth the hype?” Hands are near, around you, always. Chlorine and salt and sweat and cigarettes envelop you both, heavy, but not cloying.
“You know Fukuyama?” he simply looks at you and nods. “Well, he makes an interesting argument, but I don’t think he adequately rejects Huntington’s thesis.”
Ben smiles, a brilliant, radiant act that could act as your life force for days, you’re sure of it, you would do anything to make sure he smiled like this the rest of his life, he’s so beautiful. “Wise words from a wise woman.”
A man — boy? — yells over the fence — hey, kenobi! — that politics and diplomacy never won over any girls, tell her about the time in the Sheddu Maad neighborhood — he ducks his head — tells Anakin to shove off, mate, leave it alone.
You laugh at his embarrassment, only detectable because you’ve been analyzing him, only because he seems to make sense to you the way no one else does, only because he saved your life, how the hell would you know?
A hand scratches the back of his neck. “You wanna get out of here?” Ben ignores the jibing of his friend and speaks quietly, assuredly, like he knows you’ll say yes.
The fire surges in you again and you wonder what it would be like for that voice to tell you to hold still and you haven’t even finished giving form and sound to your assent when he’s wresting the towel off of your shoulders and pulling the baggy white lifeguarding t shirt over your head and his muscles are bunching with the effort ((and for your benefit, you suspect)).
The towel gets draped gracefully over a lightly tanned arm, the cigarettes and lighter and keys tossed into the pocket of his now-dry swim trunks, your book is secured in the crook of an elbow.
Ben grabs your hand and starts leading you to his car with an errant grin ((shit, he’s strong)). It’s a make and model you don’t recognize. He makes quick work of the necessities, tossing notebooks and periodicals and a set of brass knuckles into the backseat. the towel and your book join the island of misfits, but he’s more careful about those things. he’s like you. He doesn’t do this often. More interested in words and cigarettes than Alicia Silverstone’s clothes in Clueless.
He doesn’t let go of your hand. The nail of his thumb is tracing patterns in your palm and it’s achingly tender and the faintest bit teasing and just enough to grip his hand a little harder than necessary and you ponder how you can exact revenge for his antics.
Rummaging complete, he turns to face you. He’s serious. You can see it in his eyes — they’ve changed — they’re a more delicate shade of blue now, more like glinting sapphire than cerulean — Ben turns so you’re in between him and the car. His hair, too, has changed color, more copper-toned with flecks of gold. You like it better like that, and you tell him so.
“one thing left.”
“What’s that?” you hope you don’t sound breathless. Or maybe you do, and you decide you don’t care. He’s probably going to kiss you anyway. What’s the sense in not telling him you want him to, with all the ladylike weapons you have in your arsenal? He’s nervous now. His thumb has stilled. Ben’s eyes are the color of the sea before a storm, a rippling kaleidoscope of blues and half-greens.
still, he smiles, and it reaches those tempestuous eyes, crinkling and compressing their thunder and lighting around the edges.
a kiss imprinted on your knuckles — his mouth against you — a tongue grazes over your skin, tasting for the first time — you stare unabashedly — the heat has reached your cheeks now, and you don’t even care — his thumb replaces his mouth now, drifting over you the peaks and valleys of your hand.
“May you permit me?” He murmurs gingerly, echoing your previous words with obstinate formality.
and you, too, mimic him, simply nodding. Your hands drop as he leans forward and —
Oh.
the pressure of his lips on yours is feather-light. It’s seeking. Reassuring. Gentle. Exploratory.
But you do not want gentle. You are too far gone for that.
Your tongue insistently licks the seam of his lips and his gasp of surprise gains you entrance to his mouth — he retaliates with a gentle nip on your lower lip — hands move — now on his stubbly cheeks, now threading through his hair — tugging, grasping for purchase for your own stability as much as for pleasure.
he moans again when your fingers rake his scalp and his hands go to your hips, skimming under his oversized t-shirt and gripping your waist, holding you in place even as your legs seem to fall open of their own accord, at this juncture when instinct and pleasure formulate a compound, a melange, a hydrogen bond with irrationally high ionization energy.
Ben’s tongue delves into your mouth ((dominance)) and his chest brushes against yours and he tips his head to get a better angle while his left hand abandons its station on your hip and traverses bare skin, hiking upwards. a mewl erupts from the back of your throat.
he’s migrated to kissing — biting, really — your neck — your head has fallen back against the warm metal of the car — eyes fluttered shut — hands in his hair, scraping at his bare back — fuck, he’s good — it’s not enough —
a car horn startles the both of you. he lifts his head, blinking as though he’s been rudely jolted awake from an REM state. Ben eventually straightens and you follow suit, gathering yourself off the car and twiddling with the edges of your braid.
It’s you who laughs first ((laughing with swollen lips)) and you’re so glad you do. Ben smiles again, that jaw-dropping display of warmth and aliveness it makes your heart skip a ((non-proverbial)) beat. that’s happened so many times in the last few minutes you can’t believe you have yet to pass out.
He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “ready to get out of here?” a kiss to your cheek. “for real this time?” another to your nose. His eyelashes brush up against your skin — left breathless at the simple intimacy.
you beam up at him. “yes, Ben. I’m ready.”
Fin.
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Finished the babies and got names too!
Have to thank @garnet-xx-rose for the suggestion of Ophelia for the older girl tho, thanks so much!
NOW A QUICK RUN THROUGH OF WHAT THEY'RE ALL LIKE!!
Ophelia - In this picture, she is 15 and she's the first child of Entrapta & Hordak. She is very shy, and self-conscious about her looks; especially since she looks very different from her younger siblings. So for that reason, she likes being 'covered' as you can see from arms/legs. She also always wears protective glasses for precautionary measures, and because she thinks she looks better with them on.
She, like Entrapta, has prehensile hair, but chooses not to use it unless if it's an emergency. Also because she doesn't have good control over it, even after years practice.
Ophelia has great interest of the galaxy and beyond. One if her favorite times is stargazing with Hordak, with him pointing out everything he knew from above with her noting every word in her journal.
Vela - She, in the picture, is currently 13 years of age, and the middle child. Vela is very rowdy, eccentric, and talkative. (Much like her mother.)
She loves building and enhancing machines to pull pranks in her siblings, and absolutely loves to point out her parents mistakes with every mechanism they work on. Though she can be annoying and bratty at times, she's always there for her family when she needs to be.
If she's not causing trouble, shes normally hanging out with Emily; whether it be tinkering with her mainframe or just simply needing someone to spill secrets to.
She, also, has prehensile hair. Though her hair grows very slowly and is short of length, she does use it quite often to grab what she needs.
Atlas - He is the youngest child at age 9, and as you can tell, he's a splitting image of his father. This surprised Hordak very much as Atlas got older, and always says that him and Entrapta should have named him 'Hordak Jr.'
Not only does Atlas look like his father, but acts exactly like him as well. For example, he seems irritated 90% of the time, gets frustrated easily, and absolutely despises pants. He always complains on how he has to deal with two girls all the time and that he and Hordak have to stick together because they were the only guys.
Atlas, ironically, has a fascination in portals, and loves to create mini versions to transport tools and other objects around Dryl. Though Entrapta and Hordak tried to sway his passion to something else less traumatic for them to deal with, nothing seem to change the mind of the stubborn Atlas; so they eventually accepted to their child's wishes.
He doesn't have prehensile hair like his sisters, but he doesn't care all that much about being compared to them. He also gets a long very well with Imp!
ALSO, none of them have Hordaks 'defect' because my head canon is since the kids are not clones, it didn't genetically pass on to them!!
I'm definitely going to be drawing these 3 in the near future, so expect that!!
And if you have any requests for specific art of the family, you can ask! You can also ask questions for them if you like because I'm gonna build up their personalities more in the future! :>
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