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theyluvkarolina · 2 months

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could you pls write a smau about a gymnast and lando

𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

· . ୨୧⭒๋࣭ ⭑ ` ` it’s papaya not orange ` ` ⊹ ‧₊˚

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨୧ y/n and lando hate each other. at least that’s what they want people to think. actually, they are in a relationship with each other

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ୨୧ lando norris x gymnast!fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ୨୧ none!

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: Sunisa Lee

𝐀/𝐍 ୨୧ a lot of lando love on my account lately! might make that change 😊😊 also, ik sunisa is team usa but for the sake of the story pretend she is for britain 🥹

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y/n_l/n So excited to represent Britain for Paris 2024! 🇬🇧 the new leo smacks 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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username1 SHE’S BACK!!

username2 i keep forgetting she is british and not from the usa 😭

→ username3 SHE’S NOT?? → username4 nope! she goes to college in the usa for the gymnastics program but she is a british citizen :) → username5 my life has been a lie

landonorris ✔︎ it’s not your colour tbh 🫤 🫤

→ y/n_l/n ✔︎ neither is orange but here we are 🤷‍♀️ → oscarpiastri ✔︎ oh god here we go → landonorris ✔︎ @ y/n_l/n it’s papaya actually → y/n_l/n ✔︎ “it’s papaya actually “ 🤓 ☝️ → landonorris ✔︎ your not funny → y/n_l/n ✔︎ *you’re → oscarpiastri @ mclaren media train this man. i'm at my limit. → username6 can anyone explain why they hate each other so much?? 😭 → username7 nvm that, someone send oscar help that hes screaming for

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y/n_l/n olympics are underway 👀

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landonorris ✔︎ i hope you fall

→ y/n_l/n ✔︎ what a supportive companion 😍 love you lan 😘 → landonorris ✔︎ i hate you too 😘 😘 → username8 these guys have no chill bro 😭

lilyzniemer the heart 🫶

→ y/n_l/n ✔︎ for my best girl ❤️ → oscarpiastri ✔︎ excuse you? → y/n_l/n ✔︎ you are excused.

username10 seriously, does anyone know why lando and y/n don’t like each other?? they are from such polar opposite sports 😭

username11 i heard from somewhere that they were friends in school but had a falling out for some reason… might be due to their respective sports.

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y/n_l/n rest and relaxation 😴

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username12 UHMMM…

username13 Miss Y/N L/N. Who the fuck is that man?

landonorris did you save croissant for me?

→ y/n_l/n ✔︎ i did actually → landonorris then where is it 🤨 → y/n_l/n ✔︎ ready to be shoved up your fucking ass → mclaren ✔︎ i’m tired. → username14 HELP NOT THE MCLAREN ADMIN BEING OVER THEM. → landonorris ✔︎ :( → username15 THE SAD FACE 😭😭 → username16 anyone else find it strange lando isn’t commenting about the guy in the photos? i mean he teases her all the time and to just have nothing now is so strange → username17 stay delusional!!

username16 lando.jpeg like??? 🤨📸

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landonorris J'adore Paris 🥐

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username17 i think lando is loving something else other than paris…

→ landonorris ✔︎ no

username18 THE MUSEUM DATE?? 🙁🙁

username19 idk who that girl is but i wish i was her 😕

y/n_l/n ✔︎ the bucket hats need to be retired.

→ landonorris ✔︎ uhhhmm??? no?? some guy said i look handsome. → y/n_l/n ✔︎ was the man a figment of your imagination? → landonorris ✔︎ rude 😒

maxfewtrell ✔︎ upset i don’t get any picture credits. i was the third wheel for nothing.

username20 WHO IS THAT GIRL??

username21 i’m telling you guys it’s y/n and when they reval it they will be laughing in our faces.

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y/n_l/n better than gold 🩷🥇

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username22 WHAT ON EARTH

→ username23 IS GOING ON → username24 IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS

oscarpiastri ✔︎ what in the world.

→ username25 HELPP → username26 i think oscar finally lost it 😭😭

carlosainz55 ✔︎ put a jumpscare warning next time 😢

→ landonorris ✔︎ sorry mate, if you’re on her account you’ll be seeing her quite a lot → carlosainz55 ✔︎ yeah! i totally meant Y/N! → landonorris ✔︎ 🤨 → y/n_l/n ✔︎ HAHA POINT AND LAUGH EVERYONE!

landonorris ✔︎

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landonorris she’s a little weird and kind of mean to me but i love her 🙃

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username27 IT’S CONFIRMED GUYS!!

username28 more y/nlando content ??? it really is the best day ever.

y/n_l/n ✔︎ i’m not mean 🙁🙁

→ landonorris you literally made me choke on my spaghetti. → y/n_l/n ✔︎ because you were outstanded by my beauty 😍 → landonorris ✔︎ maybe i was 🫶 → y/n_l/n ✔︎ stop i’m blushing 🫣🩷 → osarpiastri ✔︎ i missed it when you two together was a secret. → landonorris ✔︎ someone is grumpy. @ y/n_l/n get lily to call him so he stops being a baby → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ didn’t you cry when she got the first place medal? → landonorris ✔︎ didn’t you retire from the australian gp? → username29 SHOTS FIRED 😭 → username30 sassy lando is back → y/n_l/n ✔︎ oh sweetheart, he sadly never left. → landonorris ✔︎ sadly??

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nmakii · 3 months

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i saw u were taking requests! uhmmm, i had this thought just recently; you know how in the v first ep of hh where alastor kinda runs his fingers up his staff thingie? well, That but him doing it to reader instead teehee 🤭

YOUR SWEET RADIO DEMON!

— on a date with alastor, he gets unusually possessive and jealous

— I SAW THIS ANDIMMIDEITYYL HAD TO WRITE IT

as infamously known by hotel residents and staff, alastor loves to invade others’ personal space; pulling them uncomfortably close, touching their faces— it’s the sheer entertainment to see them writhe uncomfortably under his harsh touch, knowing that he could make them disappear right now if he wanted to.

but, he especially likes to touch you, his dear. your puffy baby cheeks, your big eyes, your resting pout on those pretty lips; you’re simply just adorable, he could eat you up!

he has to admit, you’re also divinely gorgeous, what if other overlords try to steal you away from him? of course, no one would even compare to him, much less dare to… but, he must be cautious in case some egotistical sinner thinks that they’d be able to court you.

he’d thought about marking you, perhaps on the neck, but doing that would include unsightly deeds that he wouldn’t want to indulge in…

so then, he decided to do the next best thing; have you accompany him as a companion through his day. keeping you with him as he does his overlord duties, an arm safely around your waist. and, in return, he spoils you with lovely gifts of top-notch quality.

of course, there are better solutions to satiate his possessive behavior… but, this is the one that both of you find most enjoyable.

on one of these days, alastor followed you inside as the two of you went on a date to lu-lu world, taking you on all of the thrilling rollercoasters. to be quite honest, he had a fun time, albeit all the tacky circus decor throughout the place.

while at one of the game booths, you threw the bean bag, hoping to score some points. alastor used his shadow to pull it into the hole, making absolute sure you win.

the gamemaker’s jaw fell in awe, never usually having anyone beat the game. “lovely game, my dear! i believe there is a prize that was won?” alastor looked at the demon gamemaker who hurriedly brought a large lamb-like plushie, styled after charlie’s bodyguard, dazzle.

after all of that, the red skies of hell grew dark as nightfall came. you and alastor walked to the exit before you ran into a specific man.

“oh..! what are you doing here?” lucifer asked, slightly pointing his staff towards you, his face contorting to annoyance as he looked at alastor.

“alastor and i are on… um…” you wandered off, a little embarrassed to explain. “we’re on a date, of course!” alastor announced as he pulled closer to him by your shoulder, his fingers moving behind you to dance on your skin.

your posture straightened, subconsciously trying to move away from the ticklish feeling moving itself up on your spine. “i’d say the better question is what is a man such as yourself doing here alone, hm?” alastor glared down at him.

“well, for one— i own the place.” lucifer frowned back at alastor. “very well, then. we’ll see you around, i suppose!” alastor sighed, pulling you immediately away from lucifer and not even giving him the chance to bid farewell.

as alastor pulled you away, you saw his smile getting strained. “are you ok? why were you—“ “what was that about, my love? why did you not tell him yourself that we were on a date?” you asked before alastor interrupted, the radio static over his voice getting louder the more irritated he got.

your eyes avoided his as you searched your mind for an answer. “ah… well…” you bit your lip, stalling yourself as you came up with a reason.

“is it because you’d rather go on a date with him instead?” he snarled, his eyes clearly frustrated. “would you rather be with that lonely man? all he ever does is make rubber ducks!” he sighed, his jealousy ruining his composure.

“what?!” you frowned. “no… it’s just that… it’s a little embarrassing to explain things to other people. i also got a little flustered because i didn’t expect to see him here… i love you, alastor, promise…” you pouted, leaning your head on his chest

he sighed, satisfied with your response as he put a hand on your head. “good. because you’re mine, dear. don’t ever forget that. and, if you do…” alastor started before his hand once again moved to your spine, two fingers tickling your skin as they danced their way to the nape of your neck.

“agh, stop that!” you whined. “that tickles… don’t worry, i’m all yours.” you shook your head, baffled by the extent of his jealousy. “very good… i love you too, my dear.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hasbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor

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lazycats-stuff · 10 months

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Can i request anyone from batfam (you decide) x male reader that goes non-verbal when overwhelmed, which is quite often. The first time they met each other, the character asked a question and the reader just stared at them with a pure look of horror. The reader doesn't know ASL because he's too afraid to join a group and he freezes when he's overwhelmed so he can hardly lift a finger to talk.

Hmmm... I can see Jason with this concept. I don't know why though. I should really write longer... Ugh.

Summary: When (Y/N) gets overwhelmed, he goes non verbal. Jason doesn't know that

Warnings: this could be nonspeaking autism, but the reader is just non verbal

When Jason first met (Y/N), he thought that (Y/N) was a shy person and anxious. Maybe even socially anxious. He didn't speak and would only respond with hums or by nodding his head. He rarely spoke with full sentences, but that wasn't anything bad. Maybe he was a man of a few words. Jason didn't mind it.

But something made him reconsider his thoughts about (Y/N) when he asked him a question.

He asked a mundane question, he doesn't even remember now. But he noted (Y/N)'s reaction. (Y/N)'s face was very expressive. It was a look of fear and horror. Eyes wide, hands shaking, brows shooting up and labored breathing. Something was happening.

Jason felt like he was at fault. Maybe he asked something wrong? Or said something wrong? Maybe it's a trigger?

" Are you okay? " Jason asked, watching (Y/N)'s reaction. Again, fear and horror are still present on his face. Jason noticed his fingers twitching and now he was very worried.

" Is it something I did? " Jason asked, clearly worried now. He didn't mean to scare (Y/N).

(Y/N) shook his head, trying to calm down.

" Okay, uhmmm... "

(Y/N) took his phone out and started writing into an app. He is just to overwhelmed to talk.

" I go non verbal when overwhelmed. "

Jason sighed in relief, happy to know it wasn't really his fault. Or is it?

" Is it my fault? That you got overwhelmed? " Jason asked, hoping that it wasn't his fault.

(Y/N) shook his head. Jason was now fully relived.

" Okay, so, what about the way you communicate when you get overwhelmed? ASL? Apps like this? " Jason asked and (Y/N) started typing.

" I don't know ASL, I was always terrified to join a group. And I freeze when I get overwhelmed, so I can't lift a finger. " The app said in it's robotic voice.

Jason let out an ahh. " How about an alternative to ASL? I can teach you? " Jason proposed.

(Y/N) tilted his head.

" Morse code. It's fun and you don't have to worry about a group. " Jason said, smiling at (Y/N). He is too adorable.

" I will let you know. " (Y/N) wrote into the app.

" Okay, I will take it. " Jason said, still smiling.

#jason todd x male reader #dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #red hood x male reader

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1eoness · 8 months

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uhmmmm actor leon kennedy?? mayvbe

[to clarify, i am a minor (17). anyone <17 and anyone >17 uncomfortable with interacting pls dni}

a/n bc i love rambling : so uhmmm when i was writing this there was an electric explosion right outside of our house so the power's out in our neighborhood and im back in this damn cafe LMAOOO

a/n : (update lol)i wrote this like monthssss ago (wtf this sucks).. so im back nd im gonna post this bc why the fuck not it's still rllyyyy bad and a lot of word repeating but yeah just felt like posting lol

synopsis : actor!leon kennedy has been in the gig too long to deal with nepotistic, wide-eyed girls like you. yet much to his exasperation, you're just too much of a greenhorn in the showbiz world.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -you can fucking skip this part idc- ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

you've only ever heard his name maybe once or twice in one of the magazines in your mother's bar. you must've read it over and over again, having to see his name and face habitually to endure the excruciating hours of working behind the bar with your phone in a locker. you weren't particularly enthusiastic about films or Hollywood or WASP families, either. but it was better than nothing.

it started like this. you were wiping the cedarwood slab that dewed with beer, when the woman who sat across you (having drunk maybe 4 pints) reached over with her veiny, grisly hands. the acrylics tapped at your temples when she held your awkward face.

said "woman" was your aunt who just got back from monaco. and she's been urging you to work with Pierce. whoever that was.

you were well content with the life you had right now. but sometimes—often in front of your vanity— you did find yourself fantasizing about the 'big city'. you caught yourself in a cliche dream but the idea was invigorating, the mere machinations of those opportunities dangled above your eyes like meat on a stick.

"..oh, but.. i don't think it's practical, you know?" you excused as you dismissed the billowing thoughts in your head. even if you had the physical assets that aligned with the director's vision, it would still feel wrong. some people go to literal schools for this stuff, don't they?

but she remained persistent. and after a low, lighthearted sigh, she continued her persuasion. "..y/n, you're a diamond in the rough." your aunt neared you, holding your hands together in a friendly hold. "..let me make it a reality for you."

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -♡- ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

so. were you a natural? hell no.

you're wearing a costume that you can't even touch without the stylists getting mad at you. you got harped on and poked at for so long you were starting to get a migraine. the studio refused to let up on you, jabbing at you passive aggressively until you curled like a millipede. honestly, you were more pissed than sad!

and leon? god, he was a total fucking hottie. and he was totally cold.

the director announced an hour break to everyone just before they'd jump straight to the next scene. you remained sat on one of the props, hands clasped on your lap, contemplating the choices you've made over for the 7th time today. you were fidgeting like you were anxious. you forgot how breaks felt. the luxury was there, five star hotels, velvet cushions and robes and office gossip and dinners with imported wine and cheese. but it felt like hell. working with leon was the only thing that made it even ten percent worth everything, but even he doesn't seem to like you. why was everyone so mean? fucking fair enough, you were beginning to hate this place so much you might ask for a cigarette yourself.

the petrichor mellowed through the film set, nibbling her skin with chill. nights in raccoon are cold, you needed to keep mind of that in case you decide to open your front door without a jacket. the alleyways were diffused by vapor lighting and LED signs. you also had another superficial thought. what do people on set usually do when they're on break?

you whip your head up, legs swinging slightly as you scanned the area. most of them are either adjusting equipment, going through script, or smoking one. you turned your head to your right without expecting much.

you saw leon leaning against the wall, next to the director, sharing smoke (you're beginning to see this is a trend) and cheap laughs. you were mildly surprised, not realizing they were both adjacent behind you, and you felt goosebumps rise when your eyes landed on leon. you quickly looked forward again. you didn't want to move away.

you missed leon's subtle smirk to himself when his gaze flicked to the crown of your hair. he took a puff of his stick, still sounding like he was talking to the man beside him. his eyes didn't leave you and the way you sat there like you were going to spend the remainder of your break spacing out.

leon's voice was nonchalant behind you. to you, it was faint chatter. "...life will chew you up and spit you back out before too long, but that's..."

...

was he talking to you?

leon wasn't too nice on you while you guys were on set, but he wasn't so directly mean either—emphasis on directly.

he's earned word of you from both your aunt and the director, obviously. he doesn't look like the type, but sometimes he has a knack for gossip. that's just how the nature of stardom works, doesn't it? name number #1 did this that tto name number #2, someone divorced someone, someone slept with someone—and the whole world goes aflame. he could care less about where you came from, why you're really here or who you were connected to. but something about you was thought-provoking. contrasting you, he worked for where he was. you just sat there looking pretty and snagged the role right away. maybe that sort of incompetency and oblivious audacity made you stand out from the rest. he found it pathetically attractive. you're an artless girl.

your head swiveled over your shoulder, looking behind and up at leon.

leon's eyes met your gaze halfway. "aww. is this your first big time acting gig, baby? no need to be nervous, it'll be alright." a tinge of mockery sweetened the husk of his voice. the director, who you now know is 'pierce', snickered at leon's subtle sarcasm.

the director tells him he's going to announce everyone to continue, since he wanted the rain to 'sex things up'. heaven's dew tapped lightly on the concrete as the director mounted his back off the vandalized walls, leaving you and leon alone in the same space. oh god.

for a minute you sat there quietly, letting the tension sink in upon the director leaving. you tentatively take another glance at leon. he wasn't looking at you anymore, and his hands were out his pockets as he swipes the little box open. soft brown tufts wisped when he shook his head to get the rain off his hair.

you got off the table. you walked to leon. you'd say your feet were moving on its own.

his head shifts to your direction. his bangs falling over his face. a gust of wind breezes by, and he smells deep, musky. like cardamom. cedarwood.

" if anyone's givin' you trouble on set..." leon looks down as he slips a cigarette in his mouth, rummaging in his pocket for his lighter. "you come to leon... 'kay?"

his hush voice was honeyed whiskey when it wooed at you, applying simple emphasis to his two-syllable name. leon, leon, how that name would sound in bed. there's a slight tease to his eyes, before diverting his attention to his cigarette, casting an orange glow in his palms when he flicks the lighter on with his thumb. his presence was prodding, inviting you with every inch of his body language. this man was blazing and you were a fucking moth.

he likes the way you're looking at him right now. your eyes are batting at every subtle sculpt of him. you can look away but he knows you're still thinking about him.

such a sweet thing, this one.

he decides to be 'friendlier', pitying the fact that you're obviously having a hard time socializing with the crew. "what's your favorite movie, doll?"

"mm.. i liked kill bill. and pulp fiction." you converse casually.

a name rolls off his tongue. "quentin tarantino." he nodded in what seemed like approval, watching a puddle.

you blink. "what?"

he glances at you and he doesn't reply, before leaving that wall all to yourself.

...

leon's tongue trickles with the taste of vouvray. you were art in the shadows, the honey lighting of the dimmed lamp doing nothing to illuminate leon's hotel room. your lips are glossed with his saliva, evidence of your breath went after he made out with you.

you're barely holding it, all while his big hands purchased at your flesh, drinking in the way you straddled his boner. the subtle friction where you were able to feel how big he really is intimidated you, blooming excited butterflies, your stomach fluttering at each soft push of your hips. you watched with your palms flat on his stomach, the soaked fabric of your panties collecting and staining all over his boxers as you stifled a needy whimper. "y'need it now, baby? oh, don't go soft on me now... i'll take care of you, just tell me."

his pretty baby, sitting on him and too shy to plead from the big shot. leon's hands languidly travel your skin, palms massaging up your sides. "...i-i wan' it.. i want you.. please.." you murmured hazily, leaning down to give him a soft kiss to compensate for the bashfulness that rode over your speech.

"is that right, sweetheart?" he bit his lip gently at the teasing sight, loving the way you sounded needier by the minute. "oh, baby, go on. it's all yours, yeah?.." he crooned, patting your thigh gently.

"easy, baby.. oh, there you go.. atta girl.." he groans prettily when he's muttering you through it, eyes delectably gazing at the way you sink on his length. it was cute to him seeing you not knowing what to do with your hands. but he watches you settle them on his built torso, and he could only look at you in adoration. god, he was so fucking thick and you were so highly strung..

leon's touch stroke at your knees. you aren't moving, and he looks almost amused seeing you try to render just how he feels inside you. "i can't.." he heard you murmur before you giggled quietly, to which made him chuckle as well. but the flustered laughter dies down. the actor groans, feeling your fluttering grip around his cock, making it his instinct to hold onto your waist.

it didn't take long before you started getting loud. your arousal lathered up and everytime you pump down a creamy squelch. "mhmmm... uhh, keep going.." leon whispers, and his eyes stared at where your bodies met. you could hear a soft whimper from him—vocally begging your sweet little self to go faster.

leon watches you trying to change the speed. poor girl, you looked like you were already starting to ragdoll. you resisted stopping, unable to with the way he'd rub into the right spots. leon took your small, depleted whine as a sign for him to initiate. he was just letting you have your fun. just until you'd get a bit frustrated. by this time he'd already lit another cigarette and the stick perches between his lips.

"..tiring, ain't it, sweetheart?" leon coos, feigning pity for you, fingers clutched at your hips like its his favorite thing to hold. he started to thrust up into your sopping little cunt, pulling a weak mewl out of you. there might be nothing he loves more than watching your supple frame as it bounces atop him.

"mmm.. aww 's okay, baby.. leon's got you.. mhm, that's right." he responds to every quaint sob you make. his stamina was stubborn as he gradually shifted his pace.

"nice and quiet, baby... don't want th't fucker 'pierce hearin' you..." leon almost feels like a sick fuck, pretty lips grinning slightly as he moans. "god, fuuuuck... mmmhh... uh- f-fuck!" leon almost whines before giving you a harsh thrust, as if he were desperately trying to make you his cocksleeve. if you were going to take it so well then you shouldn't be surprised at how he's gonna force you down, and keep you in place while he sluts you out.

you're murmuring something, and the words fall like blabber to his ears.

leon smiles endearingly, as if he isn't fucking you stupid right now. "mhhh.. wanna cum? you wanna cum?" leon asks as he tries to make sense of what you're saying.

and you gulp, gasping through your watering voice. "w-wanna cumm.. give it t'me-"

he tries not to laugh.

"c'mon, let me make you cum... i'll make it feel good.." leon murmurs before you could feel him pound into you, a whine dripping like syrup from your voice. your body barely keeps up. you feel tight and it's making leon's head tilt back a bit. "oh, there you go, sweetheart... atta girl.." he mumbles hazily as his mind starts to get messy.

"like that? uhuh? mmmh?~" leon moans back almost mockingly at each pleasured whine that spilled your voice. you're mindlessly pawing at whatever you can reach on leon, turning him on with your helplessness. "takin' me nice and well-..." he growls as he starts to piston up into your cunt brutally. you look cuter when you're stuffed with leon's thickness, when you're crying on what you begged for.

"leon, c-cumming" you lolled out in a low moan, head leaning slightly. "i'm gonna cum.."

he responds with a groan, hips rocking upward as he feels you clenching around him. "go on, baby, give it to me. 'm right here,"

he has you shuddering when you cum, the vibrating sensation jolting to your brain as it reeled in pleasure. it takes a few shallow thrusts to keep you satisfied but it's hard to tell when you're already sniffling and twitching on top of him. you wipe your face as you draw a few breaths. leon reaches to warmly take your wrist, thumb pressing onto your skin, feeling your heartbeat.

he watches you gather your bearings before generously caressing your hair once. you help yourself off leon's shaft and a heavy-sounding breathe escapes him in wonder.

leon whispers something once he leans into you and chucks his half-dead cigarette into the ashtray. "c'mere.." his one arm tucked around your back and eventually the other to your leg as he makes you lie down. he treats you with some sort of delicacy, at least until he doesn't.

leon tugs you closer with his arm hooked loosely under your knee, pulling your princess body in for a few intimate kisses to calm the both of you. he tastes mildly bitter. you hummed in his mouth when your lips lock together, eyes fluttering while you felt weak. leon starts muttering as he asks if anything hurts, if you're okay, if you're gonna stay here for the night. for a moment he doesn't say anything and he's just gazing down at you languorously while he breathes. he kisses one of your eyelids before he shifts.

maybe leon liked you better like this, on your fours, limping against the satin bedding as you cried and panted in a way that seemed like suffocation. his thick fingers tug at your hair once, your only teary view being the couch and the TV that dimly mirrored a reflection of you being held down be leon as he rammed into your dribbling hole tenderly. your legs occasionally kicking up against him, hitting him with your ankles as you found it hard to not writhe. he watches you peek over your shoulder, the expression in your eyes instigating struggle. "what?" leon tugs at your hair again, fighting the toothy smile from his face as he fucked you brainless. "didn't think i could make a whore out of you?"

leon lets go of your hair to rut into you with urgency. the bed was starting to jut out small squeaks from leon's rhythm. he leans closer, chewing on his lip as his eyes narrowed in pleasure. a soft growl emanates from behind you, skin on skin, breathing near your ear. the rough hands that were once planted near yours on the mattress start to grip your forearms like handles. he watches your back contort.

you jolt up as leon yielded you to his body, impaling you with his girth in a routinely fashion, urging you to cry louder. "oh, baby.." he whimpers lowly as he starts to feel himself lose control again.

"fuck, i can't.." you wail out, head hanging low briefly. he notices.

"ready to pass out, honey?" he pants softly.

you weakly shook your head.

"good girl." leon bit his bottom lip, whispering out a needy 'fuck' as he slammed into you while pulling you back. he felt satisfied by the way you yelped. his brows furrow, expression tainted with a lustful and crude color as he almost began to drool. brown strands started to get in the way of his vision. his breath is suddenly hitched, water lining his eyes as his voice turned up a note. he hisses, head tilting to the side. "fuck, fuck,-" his gruff words start to match with his thrusts. "take it- all-, yes, baby, that's a good- fucking- mnnnghh..."

it takes leon a while to recover, moaning lowly and riding his orgasm, watching you spasm beneath him while he spills inside you without much restraint. he tiredly fucks his load in you before he gives out and huffs a spent whine. he catches a glimpse of it. you're leaking white.

you're breathless, fatigued, sweating, and almost thoughtless as you catch some oxygen back in your lungs. you could feel yourself pulsating around his twitching shaft as waves of pleasure traveled your burning body. his arms loosen of their sensual hold before they catch you, pulling your weary form down to spoon with you momentarily. you can feel each other inhaling. exhaling.

a phone rang. it wasn't yours, you could tell by the ringtone. your eyes flit to see pierce's name on a default iphone screen. "i need a drink." leon exhales roughly, leaning over to kiss the shell of your ear before he reached for the bedside table to grab for his phone. he slipped out of the sheets with his phone on his ear.

#leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader smut #this is so bad kms

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allgremlinart · 7 months

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hai good friend,, tell me about mai. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of her before… look what we are doing to our beautiful queens 😔

YIPEE I love when me going insane about a character for a day makes you curious about them... especially cus atp I can kind of predict what is going to pique ur interest

ok ok: so, Mai. She's 1/3 of Azula's Evil Girl Group, colloquially known as Ozai's Angels, and thats the context you see her in for most of the show which is why it's important to know. You know how all cartoons in the 2000s HAD to have ONE morose goth chic? Well she is atla's quota. She's a noble, she's an only child (THEE only child. The first only child they made at the only child factory <33), she fights with 🔪KNIVES 🔪!!! she's Zuko's canonical comphet love interest and she has a very understated but underrated arc..

Her role/arc in the show:

I mentioned Ozai's Angels because her interactions with Azula and Ty Lee are the real meat and potatoes of her character. They're like... baby's first toxic yuri love triangle <3333 REALLY can't overstate how toxic yuri love triangle they are. Mai and Ty Lee end up betraying Azula in season 3 which is both the climax (imo) of Mai's arc and the inciting action for Azula's descent (but we're not getting into Azula never ask me to get into Azula please). A lot of people reduce Mai going turncoat to JUST being about saving Zuko - and like partially it IS. She saves Zuko from dying because she loves/cares about him and that's a big part of it.

But it's ALSO about her finding her voice ?? Like throughout the show we NEVER see her voice opinions about something unless it's to say that she's bored, or jaded, or what have you. She never seems to have strong feelings about anything; her stated reasoning for joining Azula's Imperialism Girl Band is because she's bored living with her parents 💀 but it's like. It becomes clear to the audience later in the show that she was raised to never speak unless spoken to, to mask emotions, etc etc LIEKKK SHE'S SOOO REPRESSED ONLY CHILD SHE'S SO WOMAN TM... So her telling Azula "I love Zuko more than I fear you" was THEE cuntiest moment EVER because it's like oh shit ?? this is something pretty unexpected from this character ?? Waow so crazy so cunt ??

A lot of people point out that she and Ty Lee never really got a "ohhhh Imperialism is bad" arc like Zuko did but. imo there wasn't a whole lot of room in the show for it lol. Would have been something interesting to explore in the comics for sure !! but uhmmm I'd rather walk into the ocean than watch Gene Luen Yang try and write about imperialism and colonialism again so maybe its better we never got that.. (no offense to him he's just... not that great at doing it in the atla comics...not his strength..)

Her reception in fandom:

She's usually only ever talked about in the context of being Zuko's love interest (either positively OR negatively) hence my post that you saw. Like. Victim Numero Uno of zutara/kataang shipping wars cus at least a bunch of people LIKE Aang whereas people either ignore or actively dislike her.

There's often discourse about like. Who's the "toxic" one in the Mai/Zuko pairing and it's annoying when she gets flak for it cus like newsflash: they both are. My GOD they both are. They've canonically broken up twice. They're the emo boy/goth girl pairing. They're cute together. They're miserable together. They're both homosexual. You get it.

Also a lot of times people just call her boring or emotionless and it's like congrats !! you have fallen for her facade... in conclusion... sorry this is so long uhm.. your fault for asking me though... how long is it going to take until I've just told you the entire plot of this cartoon piecemeal ask by ask...

#mai atla #allgremlinasks #north tag #every time I get one of these I'm like 'UGH idk 🙄 idk how to say this UGH. anyway here's my essay on-'#its so embarrassing hope you know that.

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petitelepus · 5 months

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Okey so I really wanted to be first 😈

First of all, WELCOME BACK HIHIHI 🤭💓

Hope you doing well!

I am most excited about "Loner's unexpected journey" 17 but anyways

I was thinking.. maybe like, swap au??

(I am starving for demon Sanemi-)

But yeah, maybe like.. demon Sanemi and reader on her period LOL

Or if you're not comfortable with that, maybe some fluff with Sanemi (like, headcannons maybe) (or if you find the idea interesting you may do that for more characters you'd like!) Like, uhmmm, reaction to reader slipping on the snow in the winter and embarrasing herself

(bonus points if reader has skirt on 😈 HAHAHA)

Anyways why is my ask so random like wth 😭😭

But overall, don't feel pressured to write anything, take your sweet time~! 💓💓

AAAH, THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH! I'm happy to be back and I hope I can make you guys happy!

WARNING: Oral Sex, SMUT, Period Sex, Period Oral, Female Reader, Demon Sanemi, Blood Drinking

Sanemi was a ruthless demon. Ruthless but still smart and stubborn as Hell. He was one of the nine strongest demons there ever existed and he had to act like one and listen to his Lord's orders. The white-haired demon didn't have many if any memories from his past as a human but he did keep one thing with him from his time before turning into a demon.

You.

You may have been lovers in one of your earlier lives, and Sanemi never forgot your face, or voice, no matter how many times you were reborn. He told you every time and in every life how the two of you used to be a couple, but he would do this only when you turned ripe for him to snatch.

You always reacted in different ways to him when he would kidnap you from your current life and take you to himself. In one life you fought against him and that had proven to be a short life for you. After that life, Sanemi had sworn to keep you alive and make you fall for him again and again.

This was one of those happy lives where you accepted him as he was, a man-eating demon with some temperament issues.

Sanemi had been out hunting for a couple of days and had left you alone in your little home in the middle of the forest where no one could find you and try to "save" you from the demon.

He was returning home, but he froze as soon as he stepped into the small garden that you diligently kept in good shape.

With his heightened demon senses, he could smell it, he could smell the blood in the air. It was extremely faint, but it was there.

Sanemi called your name as he rushed inside and you peeked your head from one room as you heard him come back home.

"Oh, you're back early!" You called as you put the basket full of clean laundry down, "How was-!"

"Are you hurt?!" He asked, making you flinch because of how loud he was, "Eh?"

"I can smell it…! I can smell the blood…!"

You blinked in confusion until you realized what he meant and you blushed as you closed your legs under your kimono.

"It's… It's my time of the month…" You admitted in embarrassment as you averted your gaze from your partner. Sanemi blinked. Despite being a demon even he forgot things as simple as periods.

Any wise man with some decency would have let the talk go and given you some time and privacy… But Sanemi wasn't a decent man but a ruthless demon.

He had just recently eaten a foolish Demon Slayer who thought that they could take him out on their own, but the scent of blood, your blood made him hungrier than he had ever felt before.

Sanemi moved quickly, grabbing you and carrying you to your shared bedroom where he lowered you on your bedding.

"Sanemi, what has gotten into you!?" You shouted, but your demon lover just growled like a wild animal.

"Shut the fuck up!" He snapped as he spread your legs open, the smell of blood intensifying. The strong demon smirked as he licked his lips, "Shit, you smell absolutely divine…!"

"Sanemi, I'm on my period, you can't go down on me!"

"Wanna bet?" He asked, and you realized that he was completely serious about what was to happen if you didn't turn him down.

…But did you really want to do that? You didn't know which one of you was worse, him for wanting to eat you out while you were on your period or you for getting excited by the idea?

"F- Fine, but only this one time!" You yielded and your partner smirked harder as he reached over and removed your linen cloth-covered underwear. He couldn't help but admire the dark red spot in your underwear before he threw them over his shoulder and pushed your kimono up until your bare sex was before his face.

The smell of blood was even stronger and he couldn't hold himself back any longer, no, he grabbed your hips, nails digging into your soft skin as he went down and gave your bloody sex a long hard lick.

"Sanemi…!" You whimpered, feeling extra sensitive due to your period and your meek little voice went straight to his head and pants.

The demon didn't hesitate as he buried his face against your sex, eating you out like you were one of his victims, but minding his teeth also. The last thing he wanted to do was to actually hurt you.

He had to try and remember that you were a meek little human and humans didn't heal like demons did. You wouldn't be able to grow a limb back like he could and you would get scars unlike him. All the scars you could see on him, he got them all as a human before he turned into a demon.

"Ah!" You gasped as his nose prodded your clit as he sucked your juices and blood. Sanemi moaned against you, taking his hand and inserting two of his fingers into your tight bloody sex and twisting them-!

"Sanemi!" You cried out as your hips bucked towards his face without your permission. You were so close, he could tell, the demon could read you like an open book and you were by far his favorite one.

"That's it…!" He growled as he kept twisting those fingers of his inside you, "Cum, cum on my mouth…!"

"I- I-!" The words got caught in your throat as the coil in your tummy snapped and pleasure washed through you. You were crying, you were that sensitive, but Sanemi didn't seem like he would stop eating you out anytime soon. No, you were sure he wouldn't stop eating you out unless you did something to it.

"Sanemi, please, no more!" You cried out as your hand went down and you twisted your fingers into his white hair, "Please!"

Oh how he loved to hear you beg, no matter what. Finally, the cruel demon decided to give you mercy and with one last lick, he pulled away. You blushed in shame at the bloody sight on his face, but he just licked his lips like he had a delicious meal just now.

"Which day are you on?" He asked suddenly, much to your confusion, "Huh?"

"How long you've had your periods now?" He clarified and you hummed as you tried to remember when they started, "Oh, uh, couple days now. Why?"

"Good. That means that I still have at least 3 days time to eat you out as I please."

You blinked, "You're kidding."

Sanemi smirked, "Do I look like I'm kidding?"

Oh fuck, he was serious.

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tmntxthings · 2 years

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Oh! Then I'll send it again! So I wanted to request rise!Raph dating a bubbly happy reader. She's really bubbly with people around her but when she started dating Raph she gets nervous and really shy. But when Raph and her are alone, she gets really affectionate and clingy! When they're out, Raph gets flirty with her and is very amused when they're alone. IDK FLIRTY RISE RAPH. thank you if you do this btw! LOVE YOUR WRITING. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK. -bubble

Only with You

author’s note: super happy to finally have gotten a good chunk of school work done so I was feeling the fluff, here we go my dear bubble anon

warnings: fluff to the max, cursing

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“Guyyyyys!!” You called out as you popped your head past the entry way. “Guess what??” You asked all smiles, happy to see all the turtles were lounging in the common area. “What?” Donnie asked and you made a face, “uhmmm pizza??” Mikey guessed and you shook your head. “You’re a floating head now?” Leo asked wondering why you were still only showing just your face. “Ha ha,” you narrowed your eyes at the blue clad turtle. “Schools out for the holidays?” Raph said with a knowing smile and you finally came into the lair jumping up and down, “ding ding ding ding! and the winner is Big Raphie!” you shot him a wink.

Leo and Mikey were just as excited at this news. If you were out for the holidays so was April. Though Donnie didn’t understand how one could possibly want to miss school. He thought it was one of the greatest places on earth besides the library! “Yeah April should be heading this way in a couple hours, you know how she is, job hunting and all,” you explained as you made your way to Raph’s side of the couch. “Sooo? Plans?!” You said with round eyes, ready to live it up to the fullest with your besties, anddd boyfriend! “We definitely need to make a snowman this year,” Mikey said in thought. “Lameee let’s go to the Hidden City! I’m sure there’s plenty to do during the holidays,” Leo claimed.

Donnie wasn’t interested in doing much else than getting his projects done, it was a miracle he was out in the common area to begin with. “Why are you in the living room?” You asked curiously, “I took a break plus family time,” he explained not looking up from his phone. Donnie’s idea of family time was more like basking in his brothers presence for however long he could stand it while being on his phone, which had you shaking your head. Raph was quiet to this particular question of plans, which surprised you. The two of you had been texting back and forth about plenty of plans! You wondered why he didn’t share it with his brothers. And you wouldn’t find out about what he was thinking until later that evening. After an hour or so of talking, the boys got hungry and you happily ordered pizza, texting April if she wanted any. She replied with a big yes, and saying she’d pick it up on her way over!

After eating and more good vibes and conversation everyone started to part ways and do their own thing. Donnie headed to his lab, ready and rejuvenated to probably spend hours if not days awake working on whatever science-y thing he was creating. Mikey, Leo, and April all had a running bet for who would win at DDR so they all headed to the arcade. You peered over at Raph as it ended up being just the two of you. “You sure you don’t wanna join them in DDR? We all know you’re the dance master!” You smiled, you would definitely place your bet on Raph out of all of them.

“Nahh I was thinking me and you could watch a movie, I got Donnie to set up a mini projector in my room,” he said grinning. Annnd there went your brain, poof, all up in sparks and smoke. You and Raph? Alone? In his room? Watching a movie? Don’t get it wrong, you wanted to, oh you did and you thought the plan was so sweet, he must’ve been thinking about this for a while to get Donnie to help out! And you had no idea! The two of you texted about any and everything. That was how he knew exactly what you wanted everyone to guess earlier that day. “O-oh? Okay!” You nodded, smiling sheepishly as you followed Raph out of the kitchen and to his room.

Oh goodness, you had this feeling in your stomach. Butterflies or maybe even bees! Buzzing around and not giving you a break to calm down. You stayed at the doorway, shifting your weight as you watched Raph become occupied with turning on the projector and making sure it was facing the empty space on his wall. He had plenty posters of Lou Jitsu, Jupiter Jim, and Ghost Bear. “Y/n?” He called you out of your daydreaming, looking over all his posters. “Hmm?” You said meeting his eyes. “You comin’?” He said with amusement dancing across his features. “Right, coming inside your room, me and you, aloneee,” you said taking a few steps in.

Raph chuckled, he knew this shy phase would fade soon. He knew exactly what to expect next, first you would get shy, getting used to just his presence without the buffer of his brothers or April. He patted the bed, signaling you to enter further. “Baby you’re just too cute when you get shy,” Raph snickered, teasing you and your hands went up to your face immediately. “Raphhhh,” you whined, not liking it when your shyness was pointed out. You kept walking forward though, peeking through your fingers to see when to stop just before Raph’s bed. He tugged you down, making you squeal as you landed on the bed next to him. “Alright alright, no more teasing, do you wanna pick the movie?” He asked and that immediately got your attention.

He handed you the remote as your brain momentarily stuttered at the feeling of his hand brushing yours, but you babbled about movie genres. Raph liked everything except horror which was fine with you. Scary movies weren’t really your thing either so you settled on an action movie that had a good amount of romance as well. You and Raph moved to the head of the bed, where a pile of pillows awaited, getting comfortable. As you had something else to focus on you didn’t really feel shy anymore. In fact, you really just wanted to hold Raph’s hand, or even hop over into his lap and cuddle while the movie rolled. “Raph?” You whispered, wondering how much he was paying attention to the movie. “Yeah?” He said giving you a side glance before looking back at the movie, you estimated he was halfway paying attention to the movie. “Can I hold your hand?” You asked sweetly, already reaching out for it. He immediately opened up his palm and you placed your hand inside, his hand closing gently, engulfing yours. You rested your cheek on his arm, snuggling up close so you were pressed against him. He was so warm and you sighed with contentment.

Yes, your next phase was clingy affection. If Raph even dared to move his hand because he thought it was getting a little too sweaty, you’d just ask for his other hand. Or even worse, beg for his hand back until he gave in. But you must’ve been pretty excited all day, after getting comfortable and all snuggled up you fell asleep as the movie started to get good. Raph only noticed when he glanced down, trying to gauge your reaction for a certain scene that had just played when he saw your eyes closed, breathing deepened, your mouth slightly open. His other hand fumbled for his phone wanting to take a picture, he just couldn’t you were so adorable, falling asleep holding his hand!

Raph gushed as he quietly took the picture, double checking to make sure the flash was off before he clicked. “Sweet dreams princess,” Raph murmured kissing the top of your head before turning back to the movie. You’d ask him all about it when you woke up. “Mmmgh Raphie” you muttered half asleep as you turned your head and kicked a leg out to wrap over one of Raph’s. He just knew his arm was going to fall asleep but for you, he’d stay still. He loved how comfortable you were with him, how you trusted him to care for you and protect you while you slept. Or maybe that was just the way his mind worked, because he kept envisioning foot soldiers storming into his room. He’d ninja the hell out of them, silently and swiftly, making sure you wouldn’t even wake up! And he’d be back by your side, holding you close and you’d snuggle your face into his plastron.

Yeah, Raph was totally daydreaming about being a badass and protecting you. Maybe it was because of the action/romance movie. Though honestly he had those kinds of thoughts all the time when it came to you. He couldn’t help it. He used to envision himself saving his brothers, but ever since he met you, you became the star to all his daydreams. Not that you put yourself in dangerous situations or anything. Raph just loved the idea of being your protector. Being someone you could count on, turn to, depend on, he wanted to be it all. So as he blinked out of his own reveries, realizing the credits were now rolling for the movie, he looked around for the remote. Sighing as he noticed it was on the other side of the bed.

The deep breath caused you to slowly wake, and you stretched, groaning to yourself as you asked if the movie was over. “Yeah,” Raph hummed as he took that opportunity to reach across you and grab the remote. Your eyes fluttered open as you felt his arm brush over your stomach. He paused momentarily, his face hovering over yours as blushes overcame the both of you. “Ah, the remote-“ Raph tried to explain, wanting to show you his innocent intentions to pick another movie. But you had other ideas as your eyelashes batted and then closed as you leaned forward silencing his sputtering.

Raph held his breath, as your lips met his. It only took you initiating for him to become confident enough to drop the remote control and kiss you back. His hands going up yours arms, making you shiver. It was slow, sweet kisses, that would break away easily and come back together in a smooth rhythm. His hands were soon cradling your face, angling for more control as he tilted your face ever so slightly upwards. He made a deep rumbling noise in the back of his throat at your compliance. He swiped his tongue across your lower lip, wanting not only your lips but your entire mouth. Tongue and all. At his request you parted and he eagerly met your tongue with his own. It was a hot and heavy makeout sesssion from there that left the two of you breathless.

He pulled back, not realizing how much he had leaned forward, his whole upper body practically covering you. He cleared his throat, bringing a hand up to his bandana, “so?” he rumbled, voice still thick from the earlier activities. “movie?” he continued on sheepishly, glancing at the forgotten remote by your hip. You bit down on your already swollen lower lip, how could you possibly watch a movie after that?! You’d need a cold shower or at least a lap around the lair! Raph’s eyes followed the way your teeth nibbled on your lower lip and he felt envious. Even though he had been the one to make it swollen in the first place. But you weren’t stopping and it was driving him crazy! “Ahh fuck it,” he said forgetting about movies as he swooped down to capture your lips again. Chuckling at your surprised squeals, loving how they quickly quieted down in favor of breathless gasping.

“Raph how am I supposed to walk out of here with these duck lips?!” You said touching your tender, puffy lips. Sometimes he would bite a little too hard. “Shall I carry you milady?” He waggled his brow bones at you from his laid out position on his bed. The two of you had finally watched a second movie, Raph’s choice, a Jupiter Jim film not so surprising. “Wouldn’t that just be even more obvious??” You sighed trying to come up with some clever plan to not be embarrassed by Raph’s brothers. You’d never live it down if Leo saw the state of your lips. “Hmmm sorry sweets I’m all out of plans,” he admitted.

You ended up deciding being carried was better than nothing. So to Raph’s joy, he carried you close to his plastron, looking down to take quick peeks at how cute you were with your face pressed close to his chest. You were doing that so you couldn’t be seen but still! To your surprise, no one was in the living room so the coast was clear for you to climb up the ladder to the surface. “Another movie night tomorrow?” Raph asked smugly and you smacked his plastron as he placed you on your feet. “No, no, we aren’t ‘watching movies’ every night Raph! We are definitely making a snowman and going to the Hidden City!” You chided, knowing he would certainly try to stay in cuddled with you the entire holiday.

“Fine fine, you got me,” Raph laughed, conceding to do his brothers plans… though he would definitely get you to ‘watch movies’ with him again sometime veryyyy soon. Actually! You had started climbing up the ladders, getting to peg three before Raph spoke up, “what?? No goodbye kiss?” He said in devastation. You turned, smiling knowing he had gotten plentyyyy of kisses earlier but still, you let him close the distance. He kissed you gingerly, “get home safe for me,” Raph said softly, noting how he hadn’t needed to bend down to meet your lips. “Don’t worry I will!” You said beaming at him before turning to climb the rest of the ladder, “bye Raphie!!” You called from the top as you closed the manhole. “Text me when you get home!”

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tangledinink · 1 year

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heyyy guys. is this a bad time? srry i know its the autism contest today (go vote for donnie) but uhmmm second chapter of my i'm sorry, teenage mutant what now? fic is out. read it on a03 or below the cut!

[ previous chapter ]

Out of the three of them, Leo was the fastest. Donnie was a close second, and Raph brought up the rear, but none of them were slow by any means. Donnie knew, in the back of his mind, that their Dad was more than capable of some shocking speed when the situation called for it, though he was typically more inclined to amble.

But goddamn. He always kind of forgot just how fast their dad could move when he heard one of his children scream.

They could already hear him opening Mikey's door and demanding to know what happened by the time Leo, Raph and he were even breaking the top of the basement stairs, their hearts thudding in their ears because oh my god. Mikey was either just attacked by one of those shady alley cats that Dad told him not to feed, or he had finally managed to stab himself through the hand with a pencil while trying to do that flip-trick thing he liked to do-- one of the two.

"What's going on!?" Leo demanded as the trio skidded to a halt in front of Mikey's door, with Raph crying, "Are you hurt?!" At almost the exact same time, all three of them bunched up around the doorway to see what was going on.

The good news was there were no maniacal tabbies in sight, nor any writing utensils sticking out of his little brother's palm. A good start. The bad news was the smoldering scrap of paper and wire sitting on his baby brother's burnt desk.

"I don't know!" Mikey wailed, his eyes wide and beaded with tears. Their father kneeled down next to him, placing a hand over Mikey's trembling shoulder in what was likely an attempt at comfort. "I was just sitting here working on a sketch and my notebook caught on fire!"

Donnie blinked slowly.

"It caught on fire?" Leo echoed, his voice cautious.

"Yeah! It just-- it just went up in flames!" Mikey sobbed. "All-- all of my sketches are ruined...!"

Raph visibly hesitated, exchanging a look with their father before he spoke, "Uh. Well. The important thing is you weren't hurt--"

"Your notebook just spontaneously burst into flames? On its own? With no outside intervention?" Donnie deadpanned, his lips pursed. He stumbled slightly when Raph smacked him on the shoulder, glaring at his brother. What!? Like he was the only one thinking it! Come on, were they seriously not wondering the same thing?

"It did! I swear!" Mikey pressed, tearing up all over again. "I really– I wasn't doing anything--"

Donnie glanced wildly between his brothers and father, gesturing at the youngest slightly. They didn't seriously – There was no way–

"Science doesn't work like that!" He squawked. "You can't have fire without heat and fuel, it's literally basic physics! They're the main ingredients of an exothermic reaction-- does nobody else in this household respect the sanctity of the fire tetrahedron?!"

"Donatello."

"Oh, but when I cause an explosion, it's a problem--"

"Donatello." His father's voice was a bit harder this time, and immediately effective at stopping Donnie mid-tirade, his frame freezing in place and his lips still curved into a slight scowl. "Why don't you and your brothers go back downstairs? I have this under control."

Donnie scowled, his brows bunched together and his lips set in a deep frown, and he really thought about protesting or even refusing for a moment, not wanting to be so easily chased away. But, after a moment longer, he relented, turning to trudge back the way he came with a dramatic huff. "This is so unfair." He muttered as he went, his two brothers right behind him. The three retreated back to the basement, and Donnie's foot had barely even passed the bottom step before Leo turned on his heels to face the other two, giving a wild wave of his hands.

"What the hell was that?!"

"Hey," Raph muttered, as if he actually cared about any of his brothers swearing nowadays-- it was just reflex.

"No, I agree with Leo." Donnie immediately declared, crossing his arms over his chest. "There's no way his notebook actually just burst into flames. I mean, you could maybe convince me that some electrical equipment overheated, but there's no way there would be that dramatic of an effect, and I see no reason why it would center on a notebook of all places, unless Michelangelo was sitting there with a high-powered magnifying glass and directing a sunbeam, in which case he definitely went into my room--"

"Yeah, what Donnie said. But the, like, the sane bits." Leo interrupted. "I'm pretty sure homework doesn't just set itself on fire."

"What, you think he's lyin'?" Raph questioned.

"Well either that or he's finally lost it. Like, this isn't just Mikey weird, this is, like. Weird weird ." Leo insisted.

"Why would he lie though?" Donnie questioned, a brow quirked. "Surely he's not that desperate to get out of doing schoolwork. He's been doing really well as of late-- And if he needed to destroy evidence, I can think of about thirty-seven other, much more effective methods just off the top of my head that he could have employed. And none of them involve him physically endangering himself nor scaring the absolute living atoms out of the rest of us."

Raph kept quiet, seeming to consider this for a moment, before his eyes got wide, his face paling a bit.

"You don't-- you guys don't think he's smokin', do ya?"

"What?! No way! Come on, Raph, don't be crazy." Leo scoffed. "First of all-- What, and throw away his whole athletic career? You know how much he loves skateboarding and dancing and 'razzing his tazz' and all that. He's not that stupid. Second of all, there are about eight million other places he could go if he wanted to smoke in secret besides here. Like… literally all of New York City. Or even just, I dunno, the balcony?! Not his own room? I'm pretty sure we would have noticed by now if he was smoking in his room!"

"But why else would he be lighting stuff on fire!?" Raph cried.

"I dunno. Maybe just for fun or something? Donnie lights stuff on fire all the time."

"HEY!"

"You do, don't try to deny it."

"That's DIFFERENT, it's science--"

"Anyway. What teenage boy doesn't go through a 'lighting stuff on fire' phase? I'm pretty sure I read that in one of Dad's parenting books one time." Leo concludes, planting his hands firmly on his hips as if that were the end of it. Donnie rolled his eyes.

"You didn't. Raph didn't." He pointed out.

"Which means, statistically, Mikey definitely has to!" Leo replied.

"That's not how statistics work--"

"Bup-bup-bup-bup. Both of you, chill. Look, Dad said he's handling it, so he's handling it! We don't gotta sweat it. Just let them work it out, come on. I bet they'll be done before we finish even one round of Smash Bros."

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"Michelangelo."

Even when he spoke, prodding him gently with his words, working so hard to keep his voice steady and even and calm, his youngest son wouldn't look up at him. Wouldn't meet his eyes. He kept his head down, sniffling weakly and making soft, hiccupy sounds that sank wetly to the floor around them. Yoshi was no stranger to his children's tears, but that didn't mean it ever got easier to hear. It made his chest twist.

"Mikey." He tried again, idly rubbing the teenager's shoulder. "Tell me again exactly what happened--"

"I promise I'm not making it up!" Mikey immediately cried, his head bobbing up, the little rainbow beads in his hair clicking softly against one another. "I swear, Dad, it really did just catch on fire! I swear I'm not lying or anything! Why would I-- I-- I mean, my, my sketches, all my homework, my notes, you know I wouldn't--"

"I know." Yoshi assured quickly. And he did. Michelangelo was certainly no angel, contrary to what his name might suggest, and he was just as capable of getting into trouble as the rest of his boys were. Did he really think Yoshi was dumb enough to not be aware of that tagging thing he was doing with his Posca's? And how many parent-teacher conferences had he been called to over the years? And which one of his sons was the only one who had ever gotten suspended for fighting?

But a liar, Michelangelo was not. As much as he tried, he just didn't have it in him-- he always cracked with even the barest amount of pressure, much to his brothers' chagrin. It had taken years off his life when they first moved up here into the city. He had spent weeks and weeks driving their cover story into the four of them and subtly teaching Michelangelo in particular how to divert and distract and dodge.

Without meaning to, his eyes flickered down to the small golden bracelet encircling his son's wrist, the tiny orange gem inlaid in it catching the light for a moment. One of a matching set of five-- one of which was on his own arm at this very moment.

"Remember, my son, what do you do when people start asking too many questions?"

"CRY!"

"That's right! Good boy!"

(Wait, was it his fault he cried so easily now? He's getting distracted. Focus on the now.)

"I know you're not lying to me, Mikey. You are not a very good liar." He teased, smiling the tiniest bit. He wasn't rewarded with the smile he was hoping for, so he pressed on. "I'm sure that whatever happened, it was an accident... And that there's a reasonable explanation! I'm sure. Perhaps there was just a short circuit somewhere, and a spark caught your paper. I will have your brother look into it. I'm simply glad you weren't hurt."

Mikey paused, frowning a bit, his eyes searching and unsure. Yoshi fought to keep his face as calm and reassuring as he possibly could.

"I'm sure your teacher will understand, I will... write her a note. And, uh... we will get you a new desk..."

"You believe me?" Mikey said, brows knit together in a crease. "And...you’re not mad? I'm not in trouble?"

"No, you're not in trouble."

"But-- My desk is burnt-- I mean, when Donnie--"

"You're not in trouble," Yoshi repeated. "Just… be careful, my son. I do not want you to get hurt."

Mikey stayed quiet for a moment, staring their father down before they finally gave a very slow nod.

"Okay..."

"Good boy." He said, offering him a small, albeit forced smile, rubbing his son's shoulder in reassurance one more time before he got back up to his feet (with an exaggerated groan of effort.) "It is late. Go get ready for bed. We'll worry about the desk later."

Watching his son's muted nod, Yoshi made his exit, closing the door firmly behind him and inhaling deeply--frozen for just a moment now that his son's eyes were not on him.

Michelangelo was not a liar.

That was what worried him.

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“I’m just saying—“

“Raph.”

“That if you were—“

“Raph.”

“We would help you! We just want you to be safe!”

“Raph! For the last time! I don’t smoke! I’ve never smoked a cigarette in my entire life!”

“I’m saying, I mean, if you DID, I mean, Raph wouldn’t be angry! I just.”

He sniffled loudly.

“I JUST REALLY CARE ABOUT YOU AND—“

“Okay well, now I am gonna start smoking.”

“NO!!!”

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Yoshi floated through the next few days, muscle memory, thankfully, filling in for him while his brain was occupied elsewhere. It was a good thing that his family had been to approximately eight-million martial arts tournaments over the past decade, or he may have been in trouble. Luckily, everything was, by now, second nature-- ensuring everything needed was accounted for, getting everyone to the gymnasium on time, signing in to each event and finding a seat...

He wanted to be present. He wanted to be aware of what was happening around him, to pay attention to the tournament, but it was a struggle to even keep his eyes open. The act of ‘sleeping’ had recently been superseded by that of ‘pouring over Hamato Clan scrolls,’ searching desperately for some sort of an answer or explanation, or even better, a solution.

Yoshi had never regretted his choice to turn his back on his ‘destiny’ before. He had never regretted choosing not to finish his training, and failing to unlock his ninpo. What use did he have for such things? And what benefit could he possibly find in throwing his life away for the sake of a 'what if,' a what if that had never come to pass in his clan's history? Perhaps life had not turned out exactly as he had planned, and all his choices as a young adult had not exactly been the wisest, but...

This choice? No. He had never regretted it.

Until now.

Now, his bones ached with remorse. Perhaps if he had learned it himself, he would be more useful now in ensuring his son's safety. He had lit his notebook on fire for god's sake-- What if he had hurt himself? What if the fire had spread?! And how was he supposed to keep his children safe when this power wasn't something that he understood, nor something that they were even aware of themselves?

He grumbled softly to himself, squinting a bit and hunching over in his seat on the bleachers. Uncomfortable-- these always hurt his back. Thinking about this, it hurt his head. For the thousandth time in his life, he wondered if he was making the right choice as a parent. As a person. He didn't want to deceive his sons. It was never his intention-- It wasn't his plan-- But--

"Yoshi."

Yoshi Hamato started slightly in response to his own name, momentarily distracted from the rather consuming task of pushing two small children on swings in tandem. He had tried to negotiate taking turns, but Raph and Mikey had insisted they wanted to swing together...

He grit his teeth a bit at being interrupted in the middle of an outing with his children by what was, he assumed, a fan or reporter, but when he turned to face the voice, he froze in place. Ice climbed up his throat and lodged itself there.

"... Hinata."

They looked different from the last time he saw them-- older, certainly-- but he still recognized the face of his cousin right away. Not dragging his eyes away from the other, he slowed the two children's swings to a stop, leaning down to speak to them.

"Why don't you boys go and play with your brothers in the sandbox for a little bit? My arms need a break, and then we can swing some more."

"I don't wanna play in the sandbox!" Mikey immediately protested, his eyes wide.

"Mikey--"

"Come on, Mikey. It'll be fun." Raph interrupted, taking his little brother's hand in his own. "I'll let ya bury me!"

The four-year-old immediately lit up at that, wasting no time at all in throwing himself off the swing and sprinting in the direction of the sandbox, where Donnie and Leo were already gathered. Raph followed after, but not after just a moment of hesitation, glancing at their father for just a second before running off.

As helpful as his eldest’s reaction was, it made Yoshi’s heart twist to think on it too hard. He wasn’t the eldest by much. He was still a child as well.

This was why they had moved to the surface. This was why Yoshi had chosen to risk exactly this scenario. But he had still hoped it would not happen. And he did not think it would happen this quickly.

Rising up to his full height once more, he narrowed his eyes at his cousin, resisting the urge to cross his arms over his chest or plant his hands on his hips. He was not a teenager anymore.

"Why are you here, Hinata." He slipped easily into his native tongue, knowing that Hinata would do the same. He would never forget the language he spent the first eighteen years of his life speaking, but now, after all this time, he would admit, Japanese almost felt foreign in his mouth.

"Yoshi! It is so good to see you again-- After all this time, we all thought-- I mean--"

"We both know perfectly well you are not here for pleasantries, Hinata." He snapped, his temper flaring for a moment, getting the better of him. "You did not travel all the way to New York to say ‘hello’. Why did you come?"

"... We heard in the news, that you have children. What a surprise for all of us, after how adamant you were growing up...!"

"And what business is that of yours?"

"Yoshi," Hinata said, a sigh weighing down their voice. "I know that you never completed your training, but--"

"And they will never start."

"Yoshi, please, be reasonable."

"I am being reasonable!"

"You are the last direct descendant of the Hamato Clan, Yoshi! You, and now them! We have a duty! A responsibility to the world!"

"Them!?" Yoshi hissed, gesturing violently to the sandbox across the playground, where his three children excitedly worked to try to bury their older brother. He struggled to keep his voice down. " They have a responsibility to the world?! A duty to fulfill?! They are children!"

"You think I am not fully aware that it is a great burden to bare!? Do you think the rest of us have reveled in it?!" Hinata spat. "Just because a task is difficult does not mean you can abandon it, Yoshi!"

"Why!? What is stopping us!?" Yoshi threw up his arms. "If you are content wasting your life preparing for the return of a scary story, be my guest! But you will not drag my children into it. I will not send them away to be raised without a parent. I will not sacrifice them for some supposed greater good. And I will not be convinced otherwise." He hissed, each word burning his lips from how cold they came out-- a surprise each time.

"Yoshi. Please. We are your family. We cannot do this without you."

"Listen to me carefully, Hinata," Yoshi said, his eyes narrowed into slits. "The Hamato Clan will have no part in my sons' lives. They will not train them. They will not speak to them. They will not attempt to make any form of contact with them. And if any of you do, then you will be hearing from my lawyers. None of you will touch a single hair on their heads."

He leaned in a bit closer.

"And if anyone attempts to, then I will break all of the fingers on their hands, and worry about the lawyers later. Do you understand?"

Hinata kept quiet for a moment, their eyes searching the other, as though they were trying to decide whether or not their cousin was serious. Eventually, their shoulders slumped.

"... Your grandpa missed you, Yoshi."

"Stop."

"He was devastated when we heard you had gone missing."

"Hinata."

"Until his dying breath--"

Every muscle in Yoshi's body jerked and tensed, coiled tight and hot. His lips curled into a snarl, and he clenched his hands into fists.

He walked away. Hinata did not follow him.

He sat with his children in the sandbox until he was sure Hinata was gone. He pushed Raph and Mikey on the swings for five minutes longer, as he had promised, and then he let Leo and Donnie have a turn, to be fair.

Raph asked him who the person from before was. Yoshi told him it was an old friend. Mikey asked him if he was sad because he seemed sad. Yoshi smiled and said that Mikey should not worry about it, and he was fine. They did not ask any further questions, and Yoshi was relieved.

He brought his sons home, parked them in front of the television, and locked himself in his room to weep as softly as he could.

He laid in bed and he wept until his eyes were swollen and his head ached. He felt stupid for being so upset. Hadn’t he renounced the Hamato Clan ages ago? Nothing had changed— He always knew that this would be his response if his family sought him out again. Hadn’t he known that his Jiji was surely gone by now, given the time that had passed? But still, it was different for it to be confirmed. It was different for everything to be spoken out loud and real and definite and unable to be taken back.

The term ‘uncontrollable sobbing’ had never really meant anything to him before. He had cried before, sure, but this was different. He hadn’t thought it could be so literal. This was horrendous.

When he finally ran out of tears, he curled up on his side, hidden beneath sheets and blankets, feeling rather pitiful and unsure of what to do with himself. His chest was all hollow and empty now, like something had been carved out of him. And all that was left was this deep, terrible frustration.

The world felt so hideously unfair in this moment. He thought of every other human on the planet who didn’t have the same problems as him, who had families without destinies or sacrifices, and he resented each and every one of them. He thought, “How could they do this to me?” He thought about his mother, and his jaw set. He thought about the hours of training he had endured as a child, and his face flushed with anger, heady and dark. He thought of Hinata, who he had grown up alongside, played with, shared secrets with, and he wished they were here— or anyone, truly anyone in the world was here in their place— so he could kick their teeth out of their skull and stomp on their throats.

How dare they try to take his children from him?

Seething, lit up red in every part of his soul, simmering like oil, he slowly sat up, inhaling long and slow before letting it out again. No. The Hamato Clan and their traditions would never touch his children. They would not so much as graze the silhouettes of their lives. His children would never be kept awake at night learning lore and stories from fabricated scrolls. They would never be informed of their purpose in life, nor told that they had no say in it. They would never be taught to fight, never endure hours of martial arts lessons, never cry or beg for their training to finally be finished for the day—

For the second time that day, a sudden noise startled Yoshi from his thoughts, and his head bobbed about at the low thud and scrabble from the living room.

Ah. Mmm… Yes. Of course. His beloved and innocent sons. One of his eyes twitched a bit, and he debated his next action for a moment. He didn’t especially want to interact with any of his children given his current… whole emotional situation, but, after a bit of hemming and hawwing, relented that he probably should go and check that no one was injured. Grumbling a bit to himself, he dragged himself to his feet, shuffling down the hall to peer around the corner and into the living room.

“Give up now! You’re no match for me and my super rad skills!” Leo shrieked from in front of the TV, his mouth set in a mischievous grin.

“Oh yeah?” Raph echoed his younger brother’s smile before leaping at his brother. “Watch this! POMPADOUR PUNCH!”

Yoshi noted dimly that whatever cartoons he had left them with had long been exchanged for one of his many films, which was now flickering across the screen. Donatello’s doing, he assumed.

“Mikey! Cover me! We gotta get to higher ground!” Leo yelped through laughter, throwing himself at the couch and attempting to climb up the back of it. Michelangelo, as instructed, koala-hugged his oldest brother’s legs in an attempt to slow him down.

“Donnie! Raph’s been got! You gotta stop Leo!” Raph barked, very obviously trying to rope the purple one into the shenanigans and include him in the fun.

Donnie gave a determined chirp and a nod in reply, his expression turning very serious in such a way that Yoshi had to smile a tiny bit.

“HA! I’d like to see you try! No one can stop a NINJA!” Leo crowed, striking a pose to mirror Yoshi’s own younger self on the television. It certainly wasn’t CORRECT, but… It wasn’t bad, either. His boys were still young, but Yoshi had, admittedly, taught them some of the basics of stances and things of the like when he needed something to keep them busy in the sewers… He was a bit surprised that his children had retained any of those lessons, but it was evident in how they held themselves that they did.

And… letting them watch Kung-Fu movies probably had an influence as well, admittedly.

Sighing softly, Yoshi leaned against the wall, resting his cheek against the cool drywall. He thought, absently, of how he and his cousins would play this way when they were small and met at family gatherings, and his shoulders slumped slightly, the tight muscles unwinding. He thought of how they would train together, coaching one another through difficult stances or sequences and celebrating when they finally got it down, and the heat in his cheeks slowly tempered and faded. He thought of the pride he wore so brazenly as a child— proud of his destiny, proud of his heritage, proud of the abilities he had built for himself. Proud to be a Hamato. He silently wiped at his face, brushing some of his hair from his face. He had thought he had run out of tears, but perhaps he hadn’t.

The frustration and anger were gone now. The hollow was simply hollow now— empty and worn. Yes, something had been carved out. He recognized the grief. And he was still completely sure of himself when he said that the Hamato Clan would never touch his children.

… But he supposed that, perhaps, he didn’t have to abandon every part of his past.

It might be okay if they dipped their toes into some of the traditions. Perhaps they could still be Hamatos on their own.

“Point!”

Had he fallen asleep for a moment there?… Yoshi cursed himself internally when he realized that he had missed the entire match in favor of old memories. His eyes refocused on the scene before him— his son standing over a somewhat shaken-looking opponent on the mat, the referee gesturing to Donatello in victory.

He was too busy lost in his thoughts to pay attention. He wrinkled his nose a bit, but he could see Donnie’s head turn, glancing to the stands to search for him in the crowd. As soon as he was able to catch his eyes, Yoshi offered a small smile and an appraising nod, which earned him a barely-contained beam in response.

As soon as the eyes had been removed from him, Yoshi let out a breath, slumping against the wall. A close one… Now was not the time to be worrying about such things. Given the family’s hectic schedule, Yoshi was not able to be present for nearly every competition his sons participated in… He owed it to them, at least, to be present when he did.

Though, truth be told, he doubted he had missed too much. He had known before the match had even started that Donatello would win. At an event this size, there would be very few other competitors who would pose any real challenge to any of his boys.

They were quite good. After all, he was the one who had taught them to fight in the first place.

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Donnie caught sight of their father in the doorway just a moment later, pausing in his climb up the back of the couch to try to tackle his twin brother. The other three caught on quickly, glancing back around at Yoshi with wide eyes. The transition to the surface had been an adjustment for all of them, and they still sometimes had a bit of trouble remembering what was OK for the sewers VS OK for polite society— But generally speaking, their Dad didn’t always appreciate roughhousing and shouting, nor climbing on top of furniture.

Yoshi gave a soft exhale of laughter through his nose, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He was sure that, eventually, they would all figure out that freezing upon eye contact would immediately clue him in that they knew they were breaking the rules, but… not yet.

Not yet.

“You changed the movie.” He remarked, wandering into the living room to join them.

“We wanted to be ninjas.” Mikey volunteered from the floor, his little head popping up from behind the cushions. “Like you, Daddy!"

Of course. Ninjas like him.

He bit the insides of his cheeks. That? Maybe not… today. But…

“ … How would you boys like to learn to talk like ninjas do?"

[ next chapter ]

#sorrywhatnowau #sorrywhatnowaufic #fanfic #rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction #thank you very much to my beta readers! i linked them both on a03 #livsinpjs #and #one-evil-rottmnt-enjoyer

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yourlocalshrimp318 · 3 months

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My mom likes Good Omens and is very dissatisfied by the ending

Good day folks! I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news. Depends on how you interpret it.

Bad news: I was too tired to write the post on season two ep1 and 2. Good news: I made notes on my mother’s reaction. Bad news: i didn’t write much to it because I was very fucking tired. Maybe good news: we watched episode 3 to 6 this evening, means I can finish this series, also means I’ve got a lot to remember and I am bad at that. Good news: you folks get a whole post on watching season 2 with my mom! A little more good news: she didn’t disown me and I was not grounded. She didn’t even cry. She just really wants a season 3. same, mom, same.

For the first two episodes: *checks phone for notes* as far as I see, she is a shipper. Very much. She is also not further concerned on the angels having typically male names and being played by woman. Which was quite surprising to me. She referred to Micheal as he.

„Has Gabriel lost his mind? And why the fuck is he naked? Didn’t need to see that.“

She complimented the music, it’s very fitting.

She was quite upset that Aziraphale and Crowley just won’t communicate. How right she was.

„Very interesting, I am really excited for the next episodes.“ these shall come now.

So uhhh. Wait, lemme check Wikipedia so I have an overview. Okay I checked Wikipedia and unlike for season one there is no overview thingy for each episode in season two. Very sad. I also got carried away. Anyway this will now come in order of what I remember, very sorry for that. It was much today.

In episode three when the boys were in Edinburgh, she paused to explain to me that it was very common for people stealing corpses. Yes mother I know. I am infected with good omens brainrot, I know a whole lot shit. But thanks.

„Damn Beelzebub looks disgusting.“ nah, when they come to earth they no longer look disgusting. She understood that, when she saw Beelzebub.

We agreed that the punishment for uhmmm German right-orientated people is very okay. Zombies are very ugly. „What is Mycroft doing there?“ (I also watched Sherlock with my mom btw. Interest on that? I’m sure I’ll remember a little bit)

Her reaction to „Jane Austen had balls.“ was amusing. She pulled a 🤨 and continued. Well okay.

(Fuck I have dementia or smth.) (fuck I am incompetent of using the internet, Wikipedia has information on each episode.)

Shax has a very bad taste in clothing. According to my mom. She is right. I think.

„Jim/James/Gabriels coat is so very stylish!“ yea. Please folks, do tell me, did it have a use or deeper meaning?

Before we watched episode 6 I organised tissues. I was surprised we didn’t need them.

„Oh man, the thing with Jim/James/Gabriel and Beelzebub is so cute!“ very much yes.

So. Final fifteen. It was very quiet in the living room. During and after the final fifteen. She didn’t cry (I was so close to cry) but she looked very dissatisfied. I mean I get it. But I was sad, she was like: „when does season three come? Do we know what happens next? That’s just so mean!“

After we turned the TV off we talked about it. She said it was just very tragic, the red-haired one loved Blondie so much and the fact that that Crowley waited at the car to see if Azi changed his mind is heartbreaking. Crowley deserves better. We hope he’s fine. Sadly we don’t know.

I am glad to say that my mom is not infected by the brainrot, which is both good I guess? Yea. I hope I captured most of it but it was a lot and I am tired.

Good day/night Folks!

(Just spend another 15 minutes on tumblr and I really hope I don’t dream of a weird mixture of Good Omens, Merlin and Lord of the Ring lmao)

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable fandom #david tennant #michael sheen #my mom is so cool #but I am so sad that it’s over now

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tozettastone · 2 months

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RE: "there's so little F/F fanfiction," and its supposed relationship to misogyny, unexamined "fandom truly hates women," statements, and also why "eating your veggies" ala dutyfic is all kind of... inadequate and poorly expressed, in my view (and in my experience, as an AFAB person).

"Fandom hates women," is a statement that's usually written as though the person writing it does not hate women themselves. I think feminists who can't acknowledge their own misogyny are probably living the unexamined life (sorry, Socrates).

These people are right that misogyny is a problem. But they are wrong about how, why, and whether or not the amount of F/F fanfiction or female character-centric works is a proxy for measuring it.

I think there must be room to accept that among the people who happen to be assigned female at birth, even the most liberated suffer from some amount of internalised misogyny — or even just the relentless examination of their own thoughts in trying to root out the misogyny they know is in there. It's an ugly thing people really try to pretend isn't real. Feminists are also misogynists. Society has raised us all ugly and correcting it is a lifestyle, not a one-and-done deep clean.

Sometimes we've thought about it so much that every line of text is haunted by the long shadow of that misogyny. I know I often start and don't finish, or finish and just don't post, my f/f fanfics. It's not just because it attracts more harassment (although it sure used to, at least; I don't know now), but also because I overthink what I'm putting into the world: Is her vulnerability in this moment an attitude of feminine weakness? Is her stoicism just me the writer falling into a bland stoic butch trope because it's easy? Am I replicating gendered things I hate in M/F fanfiction but don't notice in F/F? Is this just writing in character, or is it a sexist stereotype? Hey, what if writing "in character" IS a sexist stereotype? What does this female character, a representative of her entire constructed identity, say about women? Shall I write another scene where she cuts her soft hair and rejects pink girly things and takes her job ever so seriously as part of a power fantasy, in which the excision of femininity goes hand in hand with the attainment of that power?

Every line of text might be a new enfilade in the long identity war. It's Schrodinger's sexism. Who's reading? What will this imply? What will they infer?

I just feel like, personally, until you can exist in society as someone that other people view as a woman, in a way that isn't being perpetually dissected and examined (by yourself, by others, by the people who feel insecure and defensive and want to respond to this saying "uhmmm sweetie that's YOUR problem, I'm an enlightened woman who genders and fucks how I want actually, YOU'RE the only misogynist here, you just suck," as though that's not yet another permutation of exactly the high-pressure, high-critique behaviour I just described), there will simply be fewer people putting their writing about female characters (and by extension F/F) into the public eye, and fewer people who want to do that writing at all.

It's just so fucking exhausting. I think it must be nice, sometimes, writing deathly boring (to me) M/F romance that openly embraces gender stereotypes, where she's always taken by surprise, and he's always competent. Ha.

But then you attempt a M/M romance, and you have to think, "isn't writing masculinity as the totally unexamined default actually kind of an act of collusion, too?" It doesn't have to be. But it sure can be, when you feel like this. And then you throw your laptop out the window. (I'm writing this on my phone. How did you guess?)

You have to draw a line somewhere, horribly, between your existence in a politicised body, your representation of politicised bodies in your art, and your existence as an individual who wants to enjoy their fucking hobby.

Maybe that means you delete all your social media accounts and go herd goats on a mountainside. Or you write about aliens for five years and give them whatever genitals you feel like today. But, like, listen. It's going to be fine. Gender is made up. I know, I know, pretty much everyone else thinks it's a holy binary, just like good and evil, and you have to live in the same world with them, sending coded gender messages all day every day and unable to stop. I know. But it is made up anyway.

Key takeaways: People should write whatever they enjoy writing and kind of just worry less about it. Worrying isn't helping you make fun art. And the amount of fanfiction about female characters and F/F relationships is a poor proxy for whatever we think we mean when we say, "fandom hates women."

#tozette.txt #just venting lol #I do not write long unhinged posts like this very often anymore #but what's a blog for if not to have a whinge about fandom wank now and again #fandom wank

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criminalamnesia · 1 year

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hi how's it going?? can you write an angst fic with a fluff ending with ser harwin strong. where:

harwin is the reader's sworn protector

reader likes him but is yet to confess

rhaenyra beds Harwin despite knowing her sister's attraction towards the man

and like after seeing the birth and resemblance of the third child, Joffrey, to Harwin, the reader has had enough of the pain of seeing that the rumours and indeed true and that they are having an affair she kind of does what laena did and orders her dragon to kill her but was saved by ser criston

but then after that incident despite the care given towards her, she then shares her reason as to why she'd done it to ser criston which was later on heard by harwin and rhaenyra which has pained the both greatly.

which was soon revealed that is really was not unrequited love but the Harwin's fear of being rejected by the reader has blinded his love which became the reason of him bedding rhaenyra.

oh and harwin does try to tell reader his feelings and was cut by queen alicent but the reader did know what he was about to say so they like spent their time trying to gain eavh other's trust back

soooo i dunno if i want them to just be friends as the reader is still hurting after many years or to finally be a couple after many years of pain and longing, uhmmm uo to you iguess.

yesssss kind of a long description but that's what im thinking sooooo if you ever do this thank you OMG!!!

Strangers

warnings: angst, mentions of suicide, suicide attempt, not proofread, she/her pronouns used, no use of y/n

summary: harwin was with rhaenyra, and there was nothing you could do.

author’s note: hiiii so sorry it took me so long to get to this request; college has kept me busy and I haven’t had inspiration to write. this definitely isn’t my best but I just needed to get something out there to try and break through writers block. I hope this is what you wanted :))

“Princess,” the voice of a servant startles you out of your reading. You glance up, finger falling to the word you’d ended on to save your place.

“Yes?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow in curiosity.

The servant smiled, taking an excited step forward as they spoke again. “Your sister has just given birth. Another boy, they say. She requests your presence immediately.”

“Alright, thank you.” You inhaled deeply, giving a small nod. You moved your finger from the page and gently shut the book. The servant turned and left the room without another word.

Once alone again, you gripped the edge of your desk, knuckles turning white with the force. Rhaenyra’s had another boy with Laenor.

Or so that’s what she would like the keep to believe.

You took another deep breath, releasing the table and smoothing down your skirts. You abandoned your books as you made your way into the corridor. Unsurprisingly, your sworn protector was nowhere to be found.

You didn’t have to ask. You knew where he was, even if you really didn’t want to believe it. You desperately didn’t want to believe it.

Ever since he had been named your sworn protector years ago, you had been in love with Ser Harwin Strong. You had thought he felt the same way– catching stolen glances, subtle touches, longing gazes. But apparently, he hadn’t.

He had grown distant a year after Laenor and Rhaenyra’s wedding. You didn’t understand why. The pair of you had been close– even closer than you were with your own sister.

You had guessed it was because he knew you fancied him, and he didn’t feel the same way. He was trying to but space between the two of you and let you down slowly.

You almost hated him for it.

And then you heard the rumors begin to swirl around. Rhaenyra, bedding another. Harwin Strong, too often at her side.

Harwin missing from his post at your door, or by your side. Rhaenyra sneaking glances at him. Her giggling to you as she spoke of him– oblivious to the fact that you were in love with him.

But you couldn’t say anything– couldn’t confront the heir to the throne. You would ruin her. How could you do that to your sister?

So you sat and watched from afar as the rumors grew and Rhaenyra became pregnant. You had been there at the birth. The boy, a brown-haired beauty.

A coincidence, right? The pair of you had Baratheon ancestors. Perhaps the brown had come from them.

The second child– brown and curly haired.

You could hardly stand it.

And now, a third. You suspected this one would look just like the others.

You made your way to the King’s quarters, hands clasped tightly together in front of you. People nodded to you as you passed, but you paid them no mind.

As you ascended the stairs and rounded the corridor to your father’s rooms, you heard a distinct, snide remark from Alicent.

“Keep trying, Ser Laenor. Sooner or late you might get one that looks like you.”

You fought back a frown as you stepped into the room, plastering a smile on your face.

“Rhaenyra, I’ve just heard. Congratulations.”

Rhaenyra, who had been sitting in a plush chair, smiled up at you. The baby was in her arms, sleeping peacefully. Your father stood proudly behind her, his hand on her shoulder. Laenor gave you a nod before he slipped from the room. Alicent gave a small smile.

“Thank you, sister. Would you like to see?”

“Of course.” You moved towards her, reaching down and gently taking the child into your arms. You looked down at his sleeping face and resisted the urge to cry.

This one was an exact image of his father– Harwin. There was no denying it. The rumors– the painfully obvious rumors– were true.

You cleared your throat, eyes darting back to your sister. “What’s his name?”

“Joffrey,” she replied, giving a small smile.

“I’m sure Laenor is very happy,” you replied.

Rhaenyra nodded.

“As are… others.” You added quietly, earning a frown from your sister.

You held the baby back out to Rhaenyra, who carefully took him back into her arms. She looked up at you, brows furrowed in confusion, but you just shook your head.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m to be at the dragon pit soon.”

“Of course.” Rhaenyra said, but you were already moving swiftly out of the room.

Once far enough away, a tear fell from your eyes. You quickly reached up and brushed it away, aware of the many eyes of the keep. You just had to keep it together until you got to your dragon.

“Princess, are you alright?”

A man called out to you as you passed, but you said nothing. You kept moving, almost jogging as you made your way to the dragon pit.

“Myrax,” you called as you stepped into the dark pit. None of the dragon handlers were to be found. That was for the best.

“Myrax,” you said again, moving towards where you knew her enclosure to be. The darkness of the pit almost felt comforting to you as you made your way to your dragon.

As you entered the large room, you spotted your dragon sleeping soundly. She was curled up on the ground, her breaths coming out in quiet huffs.

You smiled, your pain momentarily forgotten. Your dragon would always bring comfort to you. You moved forward, reaching a hand out to caress her snout.

“Myrax, wake up,” you spoke softly, gently rubbing the dragon’s scales.

Myrax’s eyes blinked open, the large yellow pupils staring right at you. You gave her a small smile, retracting your hand as the dragon rose and stretched.

“I’m not here for a ride, Myrax. I need you to do something for me,” you told her, watching as she looked down at you curiously.

You inhaled shakily, clenching your hands into fists at your sides. You almost couldn’t believe you were doing this.

Your eyes shut tightly, trying to work up the courage. Tears pushed past, flowing freely down your cheeks now. The dragon nudged you with her snout, giving a soft whine.

You almost didn’t want to leave her– it was a horrible thing, to break a dragon’s bond. But you could stand this no longer.

Constantly in Rhaenyra’s shadow. Having to watch from afar as she took the man you loved, as she had children with him, started a family with him. As she laughed with him and pulled him farther and farther away.

As she stole not only the man you loved, but your best friend.

You opened your eyes, taking in a steadying breath.

“Dracarys, Myrax.”

The dragon huffed loudly, her head moving back and away from you. You looked her in the eyes, silently pleading with her.

“Please, Myrax. Dracarys.”

The dragon whined loudly. You shook your head.

“Myrax, please do this for me. Dracarys, please. Dracarys.” You were sobbing, struggling to see the dragon through the tears in your eyes.

The dragon watched you for a moment longer, as if deciding, before reading back, opening her fanged mouth, and–

“No!”

Just as the dragon’s fire left her mouth, a body was tackling you out of the way.

“Princess, what are you doing?!” It was a man’s voice. The one who had spoken to you on your way here. He must have followed you.

He pulled you up from the ground, looking at you with concern. He held your arm tightly– but not enough to hurt. Just enough to be reassuring.

You blinked through your tears, finally able to see the man who had stupidly risked his life to save you.

Criston Cole.

“Why did you do that?” You asked him, pulling your arm from his grasp. He let you without a fight.

“Why did I stop you from killing yourself?” He gave a disbelieving huff, his brows furrowed. “Are you mad?”

“What do you even care?” You spat back, stepping around him and making your way back to Myrax. The dragon had lowered her head again, watching closely. “You hate my family.”

“I do not hate your family, Princess,” he said, which you gave a dry laugh to.

“Oh, alright. Whatever you say.” You reached out to your dragon once more, smoothing a hand down her neck.

“You have always been kind to me. We were friends. I still hold love for you in my heart,” he told you, slowly approaching you as if he was scared he might run you off.

“Besides, you and I share certain… animosities.” He added quietly, and you dropped your hand from your dragon.

He was talking about Rhaenyra.

You turned to face him. He was watching you intently.

“I do not hate my sister,” you said.

“Did I say that?” He replied.

You huffed, moving towards the exit. He stopped you, his hand shooting out to wrap around your wrist.

“Why did you do it?”

You didn’t say anything for a moment. You didn’t owe him any explanations. But he was right– you were friends, once. You were almost as close as he and Rhaenyra had been, before her wedding had happened.

He had kept his distance since then, but you remained civil with him, as he to you.

So that’s why you found yourself suddenly telling him this.

“The child. It’s Harwin’s, I know it. The others, too. I’m tired, Criston. I– he was my closest friend, my sworn protector. You remember? I thought he fancied me, as I did him, but he–”

You stopped yourself, shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter. None of it does. I was just tired, and making a mistake, and you saved me. So, thank you. But all is well now, and I’m going back to my chambers.”

He didn’t try to stop you again. He watched you go in silence, the gears in his mind turning.

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The news of what had happened in the dragon pit reached the ears of Rhaenyra and Harwin only hours later. They had been sitting in Rhaenyra’s rooms when the man walked by, speaking too loudly to be a coincidence about what had occurred.

Rhaenyra and Harwin had shared a glance, and without another word, Harwin was moving out of the room and heading straight for your quarters.

When he reached the door, it was ajar. You were sitting at your desk, nose deep in a book. You didn’t look up as the door creaked open wider.

“Oh, thank you Lyla. I appreciate you getting me the tea–”

You looked up then, your words stopping at once. The presence beside you had not been your handmaiden, but Harwin Strong.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him, quickly turning back to your book. You hadn’t spoken to him in days– there was no reason he should be here. Especially now that his third son had been born.

“I heard about the dragon pit,” he said.

You didn’t look up, but your heart skipped a beat. How had he heard about that?

“You don’t know anything,” you told him, playing it off as you tried to go back to reading your book.

His hand came down to gently rest on your shoulder, and you stiffened.

“I know what happened, Princess. And I know why.”

You sat there, suddenly frozen. Who had told him? Criston? Criston hated him, why would he–

“You know nothing,” you said again, moving to close your book.

“Princess, please,” he said, his voice full of worry. His hand moved from your shoulder to your chin, gently taking it to make you look at his face. “I know.”

You took a deep breath. You didn’t want to have this conversation with him. You didn’t want to even look at him, in this moment. You didn’t want his pity, his comforting words. You wanted none of it.

“Leave, Ser Harwin.” You told him. The man didn’t move.

“Leave.” You said again, sterner this time. You pushed his hand away from your face. He still didn’t move.

You were standing now, pushing at his chest. “I said leave! Go!”

He still didn’t budge– just looked down at you with worry and hurt.

“Get out! Harwin, leave!” You cried, hitting his chest. You hands clanged harmlessly on his armor.

He took your wrists into his hands and pulled you into his chest. You sobbed freely now, giving in to the gesture. There was nothing you could do to make him leave. He had always been stubborn.

“I’m sorry, Princess. I- I didn’t know.” He was speaking to you softly as he held you close. “You didn’t say anything, and Rhaenyra was there, and I– I didn’t know.”

You sniffled, shutting your eyes tightly. Harwin released your wrists to wrap his arms around your middle. You didn’t reject the embrace.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, and you knew he meant it.

“This can’t be fixed,” you told him. He nodded, sighing sadly.

“I know,” he whispered. “But I’d like to try.”

You said nothing for a moment, swallowing down the rest of your tears, before slowly nodding.

“You can try.”

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newpathwrites · 25 days

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Arms Wide Open - Chapter 2

Din should refuse. He was going to refuse. How would he keep himself from looking like a fool over an entire evening with you? And then there was the issue of the helmet…

While he was busy formulating a response to let you down easy, Grogu took the decision out of his hands, jumping directly into your arms without warning and nodding vigorously in the affirmative.

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Summary: An enjoyable evening gives way to a surprise.

Notes: All of my stories have some ace and aro spectrum representation, and while it won’t be a primary focus of this story, those who follow my writing for this reason should know Din is meant to be greysexual/greyromantic in this story. He’s clearly experiencing an immediate attraction to this person, and it’s surprising him a lot because he hasn’t felt that draw very often in his life. Hence my favorite - awkward Din.

Warnings: Some mildly spicy inner monologue.

Word count: 1.5k

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You exited the shop feeling light, maybe even a bit giddy. It had been a long time since you’d found yourself in such a girlish state.

Your mind was filled with questions.

Of course you wondered why a Mandalorian was residing in Nevarro given the recent news that Mandalore had been reclaimed, how he came to garner such respect from the locals, and by what circumstances he became caretaker to such an unusual child…

But more importantly -

How old was he? What did he look like? And was he single?

You’d have to ask one of your coworkers tomorrow what they knew about him - make sure he was neither some young buck nor an elderly man under there… and definitively unattached… before you considered getting to know him with certain intentions in mind.

But as fate would have it, interrogating your colleagues would be unnecessary.

“Flora?”

Oh, that voice. You’d be dreaming about it tonight.

You whirled around to face the subject of your musings and his tiny ward, trying hard to keep the delighted smile from your face. Maybe he felt it, too.

“Yes?”

He stood awkwardly, fumbling with his posture as he stumbled a bit with his words, but regardless, he was absolutely resplendent, the Nevarro sunset reflecting beautifully off of his armor. And the physique which was more obvious as he stood just before you… wow…

“Well, uhhh… Grogu… and I… If you’re not in a rush, we’d love… uhmmm… like… to show you around…”

Oh, you could sense it clearly now. He liked you, too.

You’d never felt that you were much to look at, especially as the fine lines settled around your eyes and grays peppered your hair. But this man was drawn to something about you, nonetheless… and you were not going to turn him down.

You smiled broadly.

“I would love that.”

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Din relaxed quite a bit as you walked around the town center together. He was definitely in his element here.

While he focused more on the practical, showing you where to purchase all of the basic necessities and find the public facilities, Grogu was on a mission to introduce you to the best dining and sweet treats. He toddled in front of you, pointing you toward each destination as you followed behind, feigning excitement at each and every one.

Din finally turned to you as you slowly meandered toward the open-air cafe under Grogu’s guidance to engage in real conversation. “Thank you for humoring him,” he said sincerely. “He’s having the time of his life right now. I’m not nearly so patient.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure,” you replied. “He’s a very sweet child… though I think that blue cookie is probably melting in my pocket.”

Din huffed. “Sorry about that. It does wash out - don’t ask me how I know…”

“I can only imagine,” you responded lightly.

“Best if you don’t...” he deadpanned.

You laughed out loud at that, and Din thought it might be the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

Nobody ever thought his dry humor was actually funny. How were you so different?

“Hey,” you said, knocking his shoulder with your own. “I still feel like I owe you. Could I cook you dinner? I love cooking, and opportunities to make a meal for friends are far and few between these days.”

Din should refuse. He was going to refuse. How would he keep himself from looking like a fool over an entire evening with you? And then there was the issue of the helmet…

While he was busy formulating a response to let you down easy, Grogu took the decision out of his hands, jumping directly into your arms without warning and nodding vigorously in the affirmative.

And once Din heard your joyous laugh in response, he couldn’t imagine saying ‘no’.

It didn’t even register that you’d just witnessed Grogu’s force jump…

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In the end, you’d all made your way to Din’s cabin, which was in relatively close proximity to your own, as you remembered that you’d not yet unpacked most of your dishes and utensils.

His place was remarkably modest and simple, though he’d clearly put in an effort to provide the comforts needed for a child. Grogu’s artwork decorated many of the walls, and you spied a few toys and other knick-knacks on the porch and in the living area.

Din had admitted apologetically as you looked through his meager kitchen cabinets that he wasn’t much of a cook and had a bare minimum of supplies at the ready.

“Not to worry, Din,” you’d reassured him, with a hand to his shoulder. Gosh, you touched him so easily. “I can still put together something decent, I’m sure. And I can teach you a few things, too… if you want…”

Your offer may have been a mistake - except no, it definitely was not. You nearly died when he came to stand beside you, peeling off his gloves and washing his hands in the kitchen sink. Gods, what would happen if you ever saw the rest of him?

I’m a grown woman, you reminded yourself as you regained some of your composure, and I can handle a man’s attractive hands.

All in all, it went very well. Din was so earnest in his desire to learn, probably to provide his child with more satisfying food options, that you couldn’t help but admire his effort even as he fumbled through much of what you were trying to teach him. It was rather endearing, honestly.

And he finally, truly relaxed, falling into comfortable conversation as you worked.

He told you about his recent involvement in the retaking of Mandalore, why he was here and not there, and about his under-the-radar work with the New Republic, an endeavor at its root meant to serve his good friend and leader of his planet, none other than the Mandalorian princess, Bo-Katan Kryze.

Maker, this man had a galactic presence - and here you were standing in his kitchen with his child hanging off your leg teaching him how to season grains.

You told him about your own decidely less exciting adventures in agricultural science, too. For several years, you’d been an academic, teaching and doing research at several of the core universities after earning your doctorate. But you had longed to be back in the field, doing the hands-on work, and that’s how you found yourself here in Nevarro, leading Greef Karga’s new initiative to promote homegrown agriculture on the arid planet.

Holy kriff, Din thought. She may be too smart for me.

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You waited with baited breath for the moment Din would take off the helmet as you all sat down at the table to eat. You were dying to know what he looked like. Thank the Maker you’d been blessed with patience.

Din hesitated for just a breath with one hand grasping the lower edge, like he was thinking it through, before lifting the helmet only just past his chin to take a bite.

What?

Grogu seemed unbothered - this was apparently typical mealtime behavior.

Was the helmet a whole thing? Was he not allowed to remove it? Hmmm… you’d have to do some research about Mandalorian customs.

No matter - you didn’t really care how he looked. And anyway, the stubbly beard you’d glimpsed was patched with gray, confirming at least that he was probably age-appropriate. That was enough for now.

You pushed those thoughts out of your mind and enjoyed your meal, keeping your eyes averted as much as you could to respect this boundary, even if it didn’t make any sense.

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Din noticed right away what you were doing - and it fostered a strange, contradictory feeling.

He sort of wanted you to look - to see as much of him as he could allow you. But at the same time… Stars, he was much more comfortable that you weren’t… and it was so much easier to relax and enjoy this very unexpected turn of events knowing that you had some inherent degree of respect for his creed.

In fact, he couldn’t remember such an enjoyable evening as this in the recent… or distant… past. He could get used to it - but that was definitely putting the cart before the fathier. Regardless, he really liked you, and it had been a very long time since he’d felt this kind of warm draw toward another person.

But an unexpected turn threatened to pop the little bubble of blissful companionship you’d fostered over the last few hours.

“Oh, what’s this?’

Din watched in slow motion as you noticed the metal gear knob that had been resting on the floor beside your chair and reached down to take it in your hand.

Turning toward Grogu in no small amount of panic, he meant to warn him not to do the thing he was certainly about to do… right in front of you - a kind stranger… but a stranger still nonetheless.

But it was too late.

The knob flew out of your hand directly into that of his small son’s.

A collective gasp echoed around the table - Grogu as he realized his error, Din in abject panic, and you in delighted wonder.

Din couldn’t breath - this was all going to be over before it had even begun. And what if you weren’t who you said you were?

And then your mouth turned up into a smile.

“I knew it…”

And the knob flew back into your outstretched hand.

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karatehusbandos · 6 months

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Merry Christmas @beetlepassing, I got you for secret santa! I decided to write a lawrusso oneshot for you. Hope you enjoy it and have a lovely Christmas:))

Hey Daniel.” Johnny said as he gave Daniel a quick peck on the lips.

“Hey Johnny.” He replied smiling.

“Did you already make the risotto?”

“Hm? Risotto?”

“You know, for Jimmy's Christmas Dinner.”

“That's tomorrow.”

“That's tonight."

Daniel rushed over to the calendar in the kitchen. He saw: ‘CHRISTMAS DINNER’ marked on 24th December in red marker and all in caps.

“Oh shit!” Daniel exclaimed.

“It's fine. We have 40 minutes.”

“Okay so it takes 30 minutes to make the risotto and then we have an extra 10 minutes to get ready.”

Daniel was pacing around the room. He was stressed and sweating, fiddling with fingers and taking deep breaths.

Johnny put his hands on Daniel's shoulder and made him stand still. “Daniel. It's okay. I'll help you make it, okay?”

“Wait really?”

“Yes, of course. Tell me what to do.”

“Okay, I need the Arborio rice, butter, onions, white wine, chicken stock, vegtable oil, parmesan cheese and fresh parsley.”

Johnny started rummaging around the kitchen getting everything out. He got the rice, butter, onions, white wine, chicken stock, vegetable oil, cheese and parsley.

“Oh, thank you.” Daniel sighed. “I just need to measure everything out now.” He rummaged around the cabinets. “Where are those darn measuring cups. I kept forgetting where they go."

“You mean these measuring cups?” Johnny asked.

Daniel turned and saw Johnny, hands full of measuring cups of different quantities. He placed them all down on the counter. “What next?”

Daniel smiled. “What would I ever do without you.” He kissed Johnny on the cheek. “Okay I need 1 quarter of chicken broth, a tablespoon vegetable oil, 1 tablespoon of butter, half a cup of onion- oh, shit, I need to dice the onions.”

“Okay, I can dice the onions and you can measure the broth, oil and butter, okay?”

Daniel nodded and started to measure it out. Johnny got a chopping board out and started to dice the onions.

“How much diced onions do you need?” Johnny asked.

“Half a cup.”

Johnny measured out half a cup of onions afte he finished dicing them. “Anything else?”

Daniel was measuring the butter. “Can you measure the rice. One and a half a cup.”

“On it.” Johnny opened the rice packet and got a half a cup. He tried his best not to spill the rice everywhere. “Okay, got it.”

Daniel put down the half cup of white wine he prepared. “Okay we got all the ingredients ready. Now time to actually cook. Uhmmm. Could you get me 2 pans, please?”

Johnny got 2 pans out of the bottom cabinet. “Done.”

Daniel took the pans and put them on the stove. He turned them on and then started to pour the chicken broth into one pan and left it to simmer. In the other pan, he put the vegetable oil, butter and onions in. He handed Johnny a wooden spoon.

“I taught you how to sauté. Do you think you can do it?” Daniel asked.

“Uhmm. Sure.” Johnny agreed. He took Daniel's spot in front of the pot and started to sauté the mixture. “How long do I do it for?”

“2-3 minutes.”

3 minutes later, Johnny finished gave thr wooden spoon to Daniel. Daniel put the rice in and started to sauté.

“Our mums are coming to the dinner too, right?” Daniel asked.

“Yup.”

“Do you know what they're making?”

“I think my mum's helping yours make tiramisu.”

“Oh! My mums tiramisu is the best! You're gonna love it.”

Daniel finished sautéing the rice and the wine. He would put in one cup of the vegetable broth in the rice and then stir it for about 1-2 minutes before adding another cup of the broth and stirring again.

“Hey, why don't I do that for you? You can start to get ready. Maybe even pick put a good outfit for me.” Johnny asked.

“Thank you, Johnny. Make sure you add a cup of chicken broth, stir it for 1 to 2 minutes and repeat the process until there's no more chicken broth.” Daniel kissed Johnny's lips before rushing up the stairs to their room.

Johnny added the chicken broth to the rice, stirred it for a minute or 2 and then repeated the process, just like Daniel had told him to do.

A few minutes later, he finished adding the rest of the chicken broth. He turned the stove off and ran upstairs to Daniel.

Daniel came back down in a magenta button up and black pants.

“You look great.” Johnny said as he gave Daniel a kiss.

“Thank you. Go get ready, I'll finish this off real quick.”

Daniel took over as Johnny went upstairs to get ready too. He took the pot off the stove and put it on a board on the counter. The added the parmesan cheese, salt and pepper, butter and stared it well. Then, he cut up parsley and put that on top. He placed the risotto in a white porcelain dish with a lid. Just in time for Johnny to come down all dressed up. He was wearing a dark green button up and beige pants.

“That looks great on you.” Daniel told him with a soft smile.

“Thank you. Everything ready?” He asked.

“Yes.” Daniel picked up the porcelain dish “Let's get going.”

They put on their shoes on and got in Johnny's car.

“I'm a little worried.” Dani blurted. “What if its not good? What if no one likes it?”

“Daniel, everyone's gonna love it.”

“How'd you know that?”

“Well Daniel. Firstly, you're a LaRusso. LaRusso's cam never go wrong with their cooking. And secondly, because your cooking is great no matter what.”

“You think so?”

“Yes.”

A few minutes later, they reached Jimmy's house where everyone else was already there.

“Are we late?” Daniel asked.

“Can't be.” Johnny replied.

They both went in to the dining room where everyone was putting their food down on the table and getting ready to sit down.

“Are we late?” Daniel asked Jimmy.

“Holy hell what took you gu-” Dutch started to say.

Quickly, Jimmy hit Dutch lightly before he could finish his sentence. “You guys are on time. Sit down.”

Daniel set the risotto down on the table before sitting down with Johnny. Johnny felt hands wrap around his neck and a wet kiss on his cheek. He could smell a familiar perfume.

“Hey Johnny!” Laura greeted placing another kiss on Johnny's cheek. “How are you?”

“Doing great mum. Where's Lucille?”

Lucille was engulfing Daniel in a warm hug. “Looks like you made risotto, huh? Well you're gonna love the tiramisu. Laura helped me made it.”

“Can't wait ma.” Daniel replied.

Soon enough, everyone settled down and ate. Jimmy made kebabs, Tommy made salads, Dutch made steak, Lucille and Laura made tiramisu.

They all ate and drank the wine Laura bought happily whilst talking amongst themselves cheerfully, like a happy family. Smiles and laughs came from everyone during the dinner. Everyone was happy.

“Daniel, this risotto is great!” Tommy said.

“Yeah it's amazing.” Jimmy agreed.

Soon, a flood of compliments cake form everyone, telling Daniel how great the risotto was.

“Thank you guys. The food everyone made is amazing too.” Daniel replied.

Johnny held Daniel's hand under table and smiled at him warmly. It was a sweet smile but his eyes playfully said told you they'd like it.

After dinner finished, everyone helped with washing up and tidying even though Jimmy insisted he could get the butlers to do it.

Johnny and Daniel got home and took a shower before throwing themselves into bed and cuddling up with each other.

“I told you everyone would like it.” Johnny said smiling at Daniel cheerfully.

“Thank you, Johnny.”

Daniel kissed Johnny on the lips. It was short but sweet and compassionate at the same time. They both pulled away and smiled at each other before falling fast asleep in each others arms.

I hope you liked it :)) merry Christmas and have a happy new year !!!

#cksecretsanta23 #lawrusso #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #i hope you like it:))

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