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tendergraphite · 2 days

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Stripping Back Richards Perspective—The Macaulay Twins

When observing the twins, context is vital. Remember ‘’The Secret History’’ Is a confessional biography written by a murderer who excludes incriminating details. Richard is a storyteller at heart, he will choose folly over fact always. This is all to say, we cannot trust his opinions of the twins—Neither his demonization nor sexualization.

Richard views the world under the lens that beauty, leads to love. That his birthplace, ugly and tainted, has doomed him to a lonely existence. Because he’s been deprived his whole life, he only knows what makes a member of society earn adoration (Status, money, intellect, etc.)

To put it bluntly: A man who’s never tasted water before, will walk right past it when parched—Opting to instead drink the blood of dear, as they’d seen the hunters do.

To Richard, touching greatness (The twins) is to be divine—To be worthy of affection. It's why he bolsters the twins impossibly high; he’s artificially made himself feel worthy of love. In doing so, he's removed all human flaw from these individuals.

Charles Isn't A Violent Dog

During the river scene, we gain insight into the twins true dynamic. Camilla, immobile on the warm grass, asks Charles to pull the trapped glass from her foot. But he is incapable, growing sick and faint at the prospect. In the end, Henry out of frustration pushes him to the side, and pulls the shard out himself.

This speaks for two things—That Charles cannot hurt Camilla physically, but also that he cannot help her when she is in pain.

''But how,'' said Charles, who was close to tears, ''how could you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?''

Henry lit a cigarette. “I prefer to think of it,” he had said, “as redistribution of matter.”

Charles isn’t possessive. Francis framing him that way is purely due to his own denial of his abuse. When Francis attempted to kiss Camilla, she was drunk… A direct mirror of how he’d been assaulted by him already.

And in the later half of the book, Charles ‘’true colours’’ aren’t suddenly getting highlighted, he’s just reached his breaking point.

His mental break wasn't because Camilla pulled away, but because of the overwhelming guilt the murder left him with. Charles had consistently attempted to prevent that murder.

During the ravine scene, he’s the one asking to go home. And when that does not work, he says he’s hungry, because he’s desperate for an excuse to leave that won’t provoke anyone.

At every opportunity, Charles concerns are swiped under the rug and left to collect dust. Who’s forced to be complicit in a murder? Who’s then used for his soft-hearted nature to consol said murdered persons distraught family members?

Like Bunny knew Henry had been planning on murdering him, Charles had known too: Now what did both react with? Fear hidden beneath aggression; Charles never brought that gun because he was mad with jealousy, he brought it because he'd finally buckled under the pressure.

The Truth: Their History & Relationship

What gets pushed aside, is that the twins are orphans. This is due to Richard, who assumed others had stepped in to fill the gaps that the loss of their parents would’ve created…

Well in reality, their parents died violently in a car accident. Their old-fashioned religious grandparents, who hadn’t expected to fill the role of parents again, had a societal expectation to raise the twins.

No matter how that is framed, it is traumatic for all parties involved.

The twins would’ve had no one in a world where you’re expected to get on and move on in the face of tragedy. This meant when Charles was sexually assaulted by a paster, he had no one to speak to or support him through it—Except Camilla.

Oh what? Ah yes, he was assaulted. How do I know this? Well Bunny, who Tartt establishes as being a reliable source to reveal others secrets. He’s the budgie squawking in warning as the group descends closer and closer into madness, and once he was silenced, they were already doomed.

Bunny is a lot smarter than we give him credit for. We’re misdirected in the beginning that he hadn’t know about the murder. It was an accident that he kept picking… But no, he knew the group likely had killed someone as soon as they’d walked in covered in blood.

That is all to say, when he stopped lying for the group [read more about that here. Seriously, he hates that group so much apart from Henry and Richard.] He specifically began discussing sexual scenarios to do with the church when it came to Charles.

It is in my belief Charles was assaulted, and his trauma response had been to become intimate with his own sister. Do I think it originally was consensual? What, no?! Fuck no. They were both children and didn’t know what was happening to either of them.

I doubt Charles realised what he was doing was wrong, and even as he grew older, he still hadn’t. Camilla however, had broken.

As for the "your fucking my sister" scene... Charles assumed it was to get back at him. Once again, it wasn't possessiveness.

Camilla Has A Perspective

Camilla is co-dependent on Charles, but that is because she's been left with no other choice. Hampton isn't where rich prestigious students go, but the failing destitute youth who have nowhere else to turn. It's why Julian is a teacher there, it's all under the table and hush hush.

Further proof the twins were abused/isolated is the simple fact their Julian's students. He only goes for the insecure who will take in whatever he spews. (Wouldn't surprise me if he regretted taking Bunny on as a student due to that, so took Richard on to give Bunny the eventual boot.)

That's all to say, Camilla is bound to Charles and their poverty. Which meant she couldn't move out. She was trapped with Charles, and up until Henry hadn't had someone she trusted to turn to.

She reflected Henry in that sense, who hadn't had friends and was trapped with his abuser too. Her relationship with him would've been the first she had with anyone without sex being expected.

Once Charles alcoholism reached its peak, and Camilla couldn’t fathom why, she’d rejected him. Remember the broken mirror and glass in the fireplace? That likely had happened because she’d said no.

Camilla had loved Charles, it's why despite trying to get away from him she still worried so much about him (And not Henry, who clearly had been devastated and had cried over Julian's absence—No instead she asked about Charles.) But a trauma bond can only go so far, and Charles had begun to use her as an outlet to an extent she couldn't bear.

So, she lied.

Henry as I’ve discussed, is an abuse victim. So she’d faked physical wounds on herself, and asked for his help. Now, why couldn’t she have just said she was being assaulted? Because no one cared. The whole class knew, and when Richard found out, Francis and himself lamented how they were jealous and wished they had a sister to abuse too. Even Bunny brushed of the act as simple deviancy on the twins part.

When she asked Richard why he didn't believe her, she was frustrated. Which came off as "I want attention, believe me. I want things my way" but really was "when will it ever be enough?"

Richard knew Camilla was lying, it was all in how she diverted the conversation and refused to be direct. All in that moment, as the sun shun on her just as it had in Julians classroom, his belief he could be loved through being caressed by her light, shattered.

Final Thoughts & My Fairwell

Camilla was trapped in an environment she couldn't escape from, and Charles was powerless to help her because he was the glass in her morning coffee. She did care about her brother, but too much had happened between the two of them for their relationship to be able to thrive again.

I know on the first read through it's devastating that they are strangers to one another now, but truly it was for the best.

Now, onto my final notes.

To be honest, the topic of incest was a poor choice for this book. It’s clear on reflection that it was there to create more depth, and to showcase how evil Richard is. But the audience doesn’t pick up on it, I’ve seen takes comparing it to things the Greeks/Greek gods have done and it’s grim.

At the same time, I understand you can’t control your audience. I’ve made many pieces of art only for them to be entirely misunderstood due to my own shortcomings. As an artist, you can’t guess what your readers will take away, and this book admittedly is old so has lost some of its historical contexts.

On the other hand, as a writer you can depict bad people whilst showing their perspectives are wrong. So, I’m not fully letting Donna Tartt of the hook for that one.

For those of you who’ve been reading my long (and old, wow so old-) posts, thank you. I see your likes, I see your reblogs, and I genuinely am grateful so many of you on Tumblr have taken the time to read my posts. Originally, I only wrote them because I was gathering my own thoughts—which I still do—and hadn’t expected any feedback whatsoever.

This community, although has offered many horrors, has given me so much confidence. I’m dyslexic, and never thought I’d be able to write as well as I do now. These posts have helped me with my disabilities so much, and I’m so glad I decided to be silly and write an insane theory about Richard actually being the one to push Bunny, and a bigger thought peace on proof that the Moutian Lion theory is indeed true.

I’m not ditching this account or anything, my posts just won’t be about TSH, but other media such as comics, tv shows, other books… You get the gist.

Sorry this post is rambly, I had to cut down a lot and got too exhausted past a certain point, hopefully my points aren't too hard to follow. Once again, thank you all for reading. Have a good one o7

#This is my final TSH post #enjoy!#the secret history #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #dark academia #richard papen

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vargaslovinghours · 9 months

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In case it was ever a question

#💟#Doodles #Lol #Yes I do in fact still think about Vargas every single day #I'd tell you when that changes but that would still be a Vargas thought wouldn't it lol ♪ So for now situation normal! Nothing to report!#Haha ♫#It's not always to this level or even this consistent but it does average multiple times a day and especially around sleep #The dreams have mostly completely tapered off but they're a common comfort/come-down from the day :) Reliable thought pattern #And even tho I'm not posting them for the most part outside of sketchdumps/the occasional video/fanfic/etc. etc.#I can tell you they still grab every sixth or so scratch page lol - and that's not counting their hefty backlog!#Plus I don't always doodle my ideas a lot of them go into my notes #Honestly considering a part two of an incorrect quotes post quite a few have built up and even I've forgotten some of them haha #They're silly ♪#Oh yeah and you'll notice a near-matching uptick in WOY (Wander Over Yonder) :3c Haha wonder what that's about hahaha #And SCII to a similar degree but I don't have anything cheeky to say about that (right now) lol #Also completely off Vargas-topic I think it's really funny how often I forget my bracelet #Obviously didn't here! Got all 'em colours - which is honestly probably /why/ I forget that's a lot of tools for one small detail #But like - I never forget my glasses they are very much ''part of my body'' but I quite often forget my bracelet even tho I wear it way more #I take off my glasses to sleep and shower and the like but my bracelet follows me everywhere! How is it not part of my body just as much!#I guess I have been wearing glasses for longer overall but sequentially! Y'know! Haha

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majosullivan · 4 months

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Nevermore Dashboard Simulator

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Can we all agree to stop making jokes about each other’s deaths? Making light of someone’s death even as a joke is really gross

🪦 deadgirlwalking Follow

No I was murdered so I can reclaim it

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⏳ dream-within-a-dream Follow

Okay but can someone tell me how posts here are getting so many notes? There’s like around 100 people at the academy and I’m frequently seeing posts with well over 1,000 notes. Like, it would be one thing if these posts were years old but some of them are from 2 days ago. Did I just miss the memo and everyone here has at least 10+ accounts, like WHERE are you guys coming from?

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Can the spirits not show their appreciation for people’s commentery? Can the creatures of the night not find humour in wits and gists of others? What is the difference from the newly departed and the Unseen Ones?

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Absolutely horrific answer, thank you for your time

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Tell me why it’s around eight in the morning and the first thing I see while heading to the dining hall is Lenore PINING Annabel Lee AGAINST A WALL

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Care to clarify who the hell you were referring to in this post?

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Yes

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After everything the afterlife could have been, you’re telling me that I have to go to SCHOOL and have CLASSES that start at 9AM? Truly tempted to walk straight into the wasteland, there’s only so much a second chance at life is worth

#not to mention with have fucking ROOMMATES #this academy is MASSIVE #you’re telling me there isn’t enough room for single rooms in this place?

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🥀 wilted-rose Follow

I’m curious, who do you guys think you could take in their spectre forms?

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IN A FIGHT

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🎶 decomposingmusic Follow

You’re not about to manifest your spectre, you’re just dehydrated

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out of the way gay boy i’m boutta separate myself from my remaining moral ties and embrace the abilites of my spiritual form

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nures rom

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do you think the Deans wake up every day, take one look at us before telling Ms. Poppet ‘PUT THOSE BEASTS IN SITUATIONS!’

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Does anyone know if Duke and Pluto (the two boys friends with Lenore) are an item or not? Cause any time I’ve seen them interact, Duke has consistently referred to Pluto as Mon Minou (my kitten in french) and I’m not sure if the two of them are together or if they’re just…Like That

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UPDATE: SO IT TURNS OUT PLUTO DIDN’T KNOW WHAT MON MINOU MEANT AND FOUND OUT THROUGH MY POST. HIM AND DUKE HAVE BEEN BICKERING ABOUT IT ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE DORM ROOMS

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Despite what you would think would occur from this development, none of this has answered by original question

#I was just curious if these two were gay or just European #by all accounts they might be both

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I think I’m about half with through the manor right now? Honestly this lesson is going much better than I expected!

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RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS RATS R&)26?83@/$

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[about to be eaten by one of the monsters in the Teraphobia trial] okay but do you think I’m cute? Be honest

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🪐 eureka Follow

Do you think that Annabel Lee and Lenore have ever explored each others bodies

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Can you fucking not do this? Not only are they real people, they’re our classmates and clearly can’t stand each other. Stuff like this is weird and gross

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I bet they fucked nasty up at the widow’s watch

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This is actually how Lenore won the Mystery Manor lesson

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Sometimes that butch pussy gets you acting unwise

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THAT

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What’s not clicking

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#nevermore #webtoon nevermore #nevermore webtoon #dashboard simulator #fake tumblr post #fake tumblr dash #white raven #lennabel #lenore x annabel lee #annabel lee x lenore

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dreamofjoys · 7 months

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DAY 1 KINKTOBER 2023

7 min in heaven? More like 7 days inside you!

Main Masterlist + Rules / Next Day of kinktober

A/N: Please read the rules on my kinktober 2023 main masterlist before proceeding. Rule breakers will be blocked.

Characters involved (separated): Malleus draconia(TWST), Wriothlesly(Genshin), Ayato(Genshin), Nanook(HSR), Luo Cha(HSR)

Sypnosis: After getting officially married, you and your husband decided to finally go to your long awaited 7 days honeymoon in a resort at private island specially reserved by your husband! Those 7 days were meant to be fun and relaxing, but why are you so tired by the end of it?

C/W: Fem reader, possessive, slight implications of yandere at nanook's part, jealousy, fingering, squirting, begging, praising, overstimulation, luocha having nasty/bad ideas. This story takes place for 7 days (7 fics)

BY OPENING THE TAB BELOW, YOU CONSENT TO READ DC/SMUT WRITING + HAVE READ THE RULES

Day 1 Scenario

"Here's the room that is specially reserved for you. Please enjoy your stay here, my lord and milady." The butler bowed before closing the door to give you and your husband some private time alone. Your eyes sparkled in joy as you take in the magnificent sight in front of you. This was more than a room. It was a grand suite that consist of a living room, kitchen, a master bed room and two guest room. The furniture was decorated in luxurious gold and red colour that was made fitted for royalty. You decided to explore the master bed room first. As expected, you were not disappointed by the results. The whole room was well lighted up due to the floor-to-ceiling windows, which provided a magnificent view to the outside, which is the sea. A king size bed was placed in the middle of the room, with a plush looking set of tables and chairs beside it. There was another door at the side, which you can only assume that it leads to the bathroom. "This place is so cool!" You exclaimed, twirling around in excitement before landing on the bed with a oompf sound. Your husband trails behind you, humming in approval at the service that they were given. It seems like he was satisfied from the abundance of money he had spent on this honeymoon trip. "How did you get to know this place?" You looked at your husband who has taken his place beside you, twirling a strand of your hair around his index finger and thumb. "I did some extensive research to make sure that everything was to your liking." His hand switches to caress your cheek, before sliding down to the plum of your boobs, and further down to the swell of your ass. "What's wrong?" You blinked innocently, trying to the shake off your excitement at your husband's actions, but the wet poolness in between your legs says otherwise. He knows you are aroused when he finally slips a finger into your labia, your slick easily coating him as he starts finger fucking you. "That butler has some nerves to check you out while I right infront of him." You spread your legs wider, eager to welcome your husband's digit while he rambles off about how it's rude to stare at one's wife. "Don't hold back your moans, I need you to scream."

𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗨𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗔

He was a god at making you squirm around just by his mere fingers alone, curling it on a "C" motion, deliberately applying pressure onto that one spot that he knows will have you screaming his name out.

"I can tell that the butler likes you." Another finger in and he had you begging him for more. "Ma-malleus! There please!"

"Am I making you feel good? Say it and I will give you more."

"Ye-yes yes!" You start rutting your hips on his fingers, your toes curling when he manages to hit a even deeper and delicate spot inside you. "You make me feel so good! Malleus please!"

Malleus hums in satisfaction at your begging. His free hand toying with your sensitive clit, rubbing it in a fast circular motion, prompting you to release all over his hands as you let out the lewdest and loudest moan.

𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗟𝗬

"Sh-shit-"

"No bad words sweet heart, or else I might throw you into jail. But that would be better right? That way, no man will ever looking at you."

Wriothelesly carefully scissors your hole open, wanting to test how much your cunt can open up just by finger fucking you alone. "Are you tired already? I haven't stretched you to the size of my cock yet." Each time his fingers stretches you open, you whine at the cool air breezing through your vagina, reminding you of how empty it feels inside.

"Want your big cock please-" Wriothlesly raises an eyebrow at your statement, intrigued at your boldness. "Sweetie, if you want me to fuck you nice and good, you need to scream for it."

𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

"Yato, faster please?"

"I can't hear you, dear."

"Fa-faster please!"

"It seems like my hearing is having a problem today. Dear, would you mind screaming what you want out loud?" His fingers were thrusting into you at an agonizingly slow pace, so much so that you want to just fuck yourself on his fingers, but the steady grip on your waist says otherwise.

"PLEASE FUCK YOUR FINGERS IN FASTER, AYATO!" One moment you were screaming at your request, the next moment you were screaming and moaning at his slender long fingers repeatedly pressing onto your sweet spots, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sudden waves of pleasure.

"Mhm, that's more like it." Ayato smiles, feeling satisfied that you had gave in to his teasing once again.

𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗢𝗞

The Aeon of Destruction lives only to destroy, and that includes abusing your insides with his whole fist in.

"Na-nanook! We just started. Please hah slow down a little!"

"What for?" He clicks his tongue in annoyance, mind still preoccupied with the filthy butler who dared to look at you. "Im just doing what I normally use to do." The room was filled with the sound of your slick squelching as Nanook fist his hand into you like a punching bag. You wanted to move away from him, feeling overwhelmed by his fisting but he only pulls you back, lightly scolding you not to run away from him.

"Wa-wait, Im gonna-" He groans when he feels your wall tightening around his fist, clear liquid shooting out of your hole and onto his muscular arms. "Did you just squirt on me? Wife, you are really cute."

𝗟𝗨𝗢 𝗖𝗛𝗔

"Soon honey, I know you are going to come any moment now." Luo cha murmurs, seemingly focusing on pleasuring you with his skilled fingers.

"Luo-Luocha, a bit more on the right please! Ah yes, there!" Your high pitch moans drives Luocha insane. He might be burning with jealously at the butler who was previous oogling at your figure, but his focus has somehow switched to wanting to give you the best sexual experience ever.

"Don't hold yourself back, hun." Luocha fiddles with your bundles of nerves, encouraging the knot on your stomach to release and flood over his hands and staining the clean bedsheet with your juices.

A sinister thought of asking the butler to come in and change the bedsheet had appeared in Luocha's mind......

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slvtforfiction · 4 months

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How about meeting Jakes family for the first time? Maybe for the holidays since they’re coming up 👀

Family ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ AHHHH

☆ Anon lots of love <3

☆ Jake Webber X Reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

☆ Masterlist

☆ Part 2

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D

Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

“Hey love?” Jake called out as I sat in the living room watching YouTube. “I’m in the living room!” I shouted unaware of where he was.

“Can I ask you something?” He said looking at me gently, “Yeah sure what’s up?” I said,pausing the tv and turning to look at him.

“Do you want to go to my parents this year? Like we can go there for Christmas dinner?” He asked and my eyes lit up. “Yes!” I said excitedly.

This wasn’t my first Christmas with Jake,we had been dating for a little over 3 years and I was excited to be a bigger part of his life.

The holidays had been long awaited,Christmas especially. Our apartment was decorated by late November and hot chocolates and late night drives became more regular.

The Christmas tree me and Jake had decorated was beautiful,the golden silver colours lit up the room and the flowers were set on the kitchen island.

“You’re excited,huh?” He said teasingly, “I’ve always liked Christmas,im just happy I get to spend the time with you.” I said softly smiling up at him.

“What you watching?” He asked and I looked at the screen then back at him “One of Sam and Colby’s videos.” I said smiling up at him as he sat down next to me,cuddling up with me under my blankets.

“So this is it.” I said smiling at him as we knocked on his parents door. They quickly opened it,clearly happy to see me.

“Hi!” I said smiling at his parents as they invited me and Jake in.I looked around their house and it was beautiful,stunning even.

“Hi! How are you? You must be this Y/n we’ve been hearing about!” His mum replied smiling at me contently.

“Yeah! I must say I love your house it’s so beautiful.” I said to her as I shook her hand.

“Awh thank you dear.” She said smiling at me. “Would you like to help me in the kitchen?” She asked and I smiled back at her “Yeah,ofcourse!” I replied happily.

Jake pulled out my chair as I sat down with him sitting next to me,I looked down the table seeing the rest of his family members,conversing with a few.

“This looks amazing,thank you mum.” Jake smiled at her “Oh no,thank Y/n she’s a wizz in the kitchen you know!” She said smiling whilst looking at both of us as me and Jake laughed to ourselves.

“Awh thank you but honestly it was all you.” I said laughing to myself as everyone began to load up their plates.

I dug into my meal as I spoke to everyone around me,Jake occasionally giving me encouraging glances.

“So how did you two meet?” His mum asked and everyone glanced over at me,I looked over at Jake and he smiled at me taking my hand in his,his mum asked us almost every time she saw us and it was sweet to relive the story.

“He was filming a YouTube video and our friend invited me to be in it and honestly the rest is history.” I giggled to myself.

I remembered the video vividly when Johnnie invited me I smiled and took the chance to meet his friends.

The video consisted of truth or dare where Jake practically learnt everything about me and before I left I had managed to get his number and Johnnies approval.

“That’s sweet.” His mum and dad said in unison and me and Jake agreed.I smiled as I ate the food,the smell alone enough to make me hungry. I sipped on the white wine which had been placed infront of me.

The table was full of family and close friends,the faint music in the background and the occasional conversation as we all dug into our meals.

Jake spared glances my way occasionally smiling at me with hearts in his eyes. Our relationship was the talk of the table and I smiled shyly as we were discussed.

Jake told me it would happen and it was nothing bad,just the slight feeling of attention made me shy.

I smiled as we finished the dinner,helping his mum wash up the dishes as we spoke and then got the dessert ready to bring in.

We walked into the dining room with plates of Christmas pudding and handed them out,occasionally going back to the kitchen to grab more plates.

I sat back down next to Jake and smiled at his as I picked up my fork and dug into the pudding,as everyone around us seemed to do the same.

I smiled at Jake’s mum and said a polite thank you as she smiled back at me taking another bite of her food as I did the same.

Jake finished up his plate,as did I and then we announced we had presents in the car and we were going out to get them.

We went out to the car and quickly grabbed the presents as we walked back into the house afterwards,our arms entwined with presents.

We nudged open the door and began to hand out the gifts ; which everyone seemed to like.

Me and Jake snuggled together in bed after a long day ; visiting our families,the long drive to their house etc.

“Hey,I got you something but I wanted to give it to you when we were alone.” He told me and he removed his arms from around me and ruffled around in his underwear draw for a moment.

He came and sat down on the edge of the bed and I asked what it was,he got down on one knee opening the little box.

The ring was beautiful,three diamonds edged in the front,the rest of the band being silver.

I quickly sat up in bed looking at him, “Y/n,will you take me to be your husband?” He asked me and I almost jumped on top of him as I hugged him and shed a few tears of happiness.

“Yes!” I yelled out and he kissed my cheek putting the ring onto my hand.

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engie-ivy · 6 months

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(I wrote a 'day-after-Sirius'-birthday' fic! Totally not just me being late for Sirius' birthday. Nope, not at all. This was planned. With a very Fluffy ending, because Sirius deserves happiness for his day-after-his-birthday!)

@wolfstarmicrofic 3rd: gather

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Remus is doing his semester abroad, and Sirius goes to surprise him with a visit and a confession.

At Your Doorstep

Sirius tries to gather his courage. Not for the first time, he curses James Potter's name, while simultaneously thanking his lucky stars to have someone like James Potter in his life.

Yesterday was Sirius' birthday.

His birthday plans consisted of sitting at home playing sad songs on his guitar while wallowing in self-pity. James came to visit anyway. Sirius wouldn't have blamed him if he hadn't, as Sirius hasn't exactly been fun to be around lately.

Remus left two months ago to do his semester abroad. Of course, Sirius knew he was going to miss him, but god, he hadn't expected it to be this bad! He's been a shell of his normal self, acting cranky, short-tempered and withdrawn.

James did, however, manage to pique his interest with his birthday gift: plane tickets to go see Remus.

When Sirius immediately wanted to grab the tickets, James had quickly pulled them out of reach. "Uh-uh, if you want them, you must first accept the terms and conditions."

"And what are those?"

"You can only go if you promise that when you're there, you're going to tell Remus how you feel."

The prospect of seeing Remus again was too much for Sirius to resist, so he had accepted James' terms. He had promised, solemnly sworn even, something they do not take lightly, to confess his feelings for Remus.

Sirius got on a plane yesterday, flew all night, took a cab giving the driver Remus' address, and now here he is, standing on the doorstep of some student housing appartement getting ready to put it all out there for the person he can't deny anymore he's terribly in love with.

He takes a deep breath and knocks.

The door is thrown open and a lanky guy with bouncing red curls appears.

Sirius realizes this must be Fabian, Remus' roommate. Despite never having spoken with Fabian, or even having seen Fabian before, Sirius does not like Fabian. Remus talks about his new roommate just a tad too much for Sirius’ liking. 'I was having dinner with Fabian yesterday… Fabian took me to this coffeeshop the other day… Fabian and I are going to watch this movie…'

Fabian looks Sirius up and down, and then a flirtatious smile appears on his face as he leans against the doorpost. "Why, hi there. How may I help you this evening?"

"I… uhm, I'm looking for Remus?"

"Oh." Fabian visibly deflates and he straightens. "I'm sorry, Remus is unavailable today, I'm afraid."

"Unavailable?" Sirius repeats.

"Yes, he made it clear he is not to be disturbed from his utmost important task of feeling sorry for himself," Fabian says. "Apparently, his guy back home had his birthday yesterday, and when Remus didn't hear from him, he spent the day convincing himself that his crush has forgotten all about him and must have been out partying with other boys all night." Fabian rolls his eyes. "I've tried to get him out of his room, but he has opted to wallow in his misery about his unrequited crush instead."

"His…crush?" Sirius manages to say, his brain still trying to catch up.

Fabian squints his eyes and looks at him more closely. "Wait… 'tall and broad-shouldered', 'Hair the colour of the night sky falling in soft waves over his shoulders', 'bright eyes with an ever-present sparkle'..." He gasps and clasps his hand over his mouth. "Oh my god, it's you! You're Sirius Black!"

Sirius nods dumbly.

"Oh, no, no, no." Fabian hides his face in his hands and groans. Then he looks at Sirius again, pleadingly. "Please, please tell me you're here to confess your undying love for Remus, so that he isn't gonna murder me for spilling the beans?"

"Uhm, yes?"

Fabian's mood changes instantly, and a relieved grin spreads over his face. "Excellent!" He exclaims, and before Sirius can say another word he turns around and shouts "Remus! There's someone here to see you!"

Sirius hears a door open and close, some shuffling, and a moment later, Remus appears in the hallway. He's wearing pyjama pants that are too big and his most worn-out jumper with both old and new food stains, he has chocolate smears around his mouth and his hair is sticking up in all directions.

He looks perfect.

"Fab, I told you, I don't want to see anyone today. I'm-" His eyes fall upon Sirius and he immediately goes quiet, his mouth falling open.

Sirius has spent his whole flight thinking about what to say, rehearsing the words in his head, but now that Remus is looking at him, and he's looking at Remus, he's overcome with just how much he missed him. Words suddenly don't seem necessary. He rushes towards Remus, and Remus snaps out of his daze just in time to take a step towards him, before Sirius gathers him in his arms.

"What are you… How are you… Is this real?" Remus stammers, clinging to Sirius' shoulders.

"I missed you," Sirius whispers into Remus' hair. "I missed you so much. I just had to see you."

Remus lifts his head and searches Sirius' eyes, and what he finds there is really all he needs to know.

#my tumblr writing #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar college au #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #supportive james potter

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rallamajoop · 8 months

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Mia Winters' Texas driver's license

Extracted image asset from RE7, front and back. Though it's filthy and hard to read, I like that they've clearly based it on a real Texas driver's license layout ‒ that's a nice touch.

Interesting that the photo looks like a cap of the in-game model though, rather than an an actual photo, like most other pics of Mia in RE7 (and even some from RE8).

Some other notable details under the cut:

Since it's in her real name, we can probably assume this is her real driver's license, not some cover identity created by the Connections for this job.

You can just about make out Mia's birth-date as the 14th of December. So if we take the age given for her in the RE7 guide book (which may be is questionable, but it's what we've got) as 32 in 2017, that would make her birth date the 14th of December 1985.

Both license and guidebook give her height as 5'7", or 170 cm, so a point for consistency there.

Mind you, the license does say her eyes are blue, which is odd, as Mia's eyes in RE7 are pretty clearly brown (yes, even when she's not possessed). Though they are suddenly blue in RE8, which clearly means... that mould infection/recovery changes your eye colour? That if Chris gets to go brown-to-blue-eyes between games (plus a completely new character model), why not Mia too? That Capcom thinks consistency is for cowards? IDEK.

The implication that Mia and Ethan lived in Texas makes a lot of sense to me ‒ not just because of the old joke about how being from Texas explains how Ethan's so good with guns, but because Texas is right next door to Louisiana. Which matters, considering that Ethan apparently got the email about Mia's location at 11PM July 18, and arrived in his own car before sunset on the 19th (with the final boss battle and Not A Hero DLC taking place on the 20th).

Which makes it all the more annoying that that guide book claims that Ethan Winters is "a systems engineer who works in Los Angeles", the other side of the fecking country. Google maps assures me you can get from basically any part of Texas to Dulvey, Louisiana within a comfy 3-12 hour drive, whereas you're looking at over 24 hours on the road from Los Angeles. Even if Ethan moved there only after Mia's disappearance, Texas makes infinitely more sense. But I think the whole eye colour thing pretty well demonstrates how good Capcom is at keeping its published story straight.

It's nice when details like Mia's Texas driver's license add up. But sometimes, you've just gotta not sweat the small stuff.

#Mia Winters #Ethan Winters #Resident Evil 7 #Resident Evil Village #RE lore #meta #RE assets #eye colours #Resident Evil

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milfsloverblog · 7 months

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Peace and Quiet

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

A/N: Here it is, the Larissa fic with a plot twist! Reader’s “identity” is kept hidden until the very end - however I left a few clues here and there to, perhaps, help you find out before Larissa does. Let me know if you enjoyed it!<3

TW: canon character death

“Larissa?” The barista called from behind the counter, snapping the tall woman out of her thoughts.

“Oh, yes! Thank you.” Larissa flashed him a smile and took the paper cup that was being handed out to her before going straight back to typing an email on her phone.

Life was honestly a mess lately, although Larissa would never admit it. If she had ever thought that she’d been overwhelmed by work before, it was nothing compared to the pressure that was on her shoulders since that creature had started its murder spree.

Larissa walked towards her usual booth at the back of the Weathervane cafe, her eyes never leaving her phone screen as she sat down on the leather seat and placed her drink on the table.

She drew in a sharp breath as she clicked on another unopened email, more students’ parents inquiring about their children's safety. There has never been a safer place than Nevermore, Larissa always answered. If only she knew how wrong she was.

“Hot chocolate?” an unfamiliar voice asked, snapping Larissa out of her thoughts once again. That’s when her eyes finally fell on you sitting across her in the booth.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise the booth was taken,” Larissa said, immediately moving to find another seat. No one ever sat in this booth, that’s why she had started calling it her booth. But here you were, she couldn’t believe that she hadn’t even been able to sense your presence. Perhaps she should put her phone down for a minute, get back into reality.

“You don’t have to go, I was about to leave,” you said and Larissa noticed that there were no traces of drink or pastry on the table in front of you, as if you had just been sitting there without purpose.

The tall woman sat back down, taking a closer look at you. You were wearing all black, a stark contrast with everyone else around you, although it didn’t really faze Larissa. She had grown up being Morticia’s roommate after all.

Larissa would very rarely wear all black, when she did it was mostly for funerals. She’d ask Morticia once if it didn’t make her feel gloomy to always be wearing black. Her roommate had frowned and shaken her head, telling Larissa that black was such a happy colour. The blonde hadn’t gotten it at the time, but looking at you now perhaps she understood. Black didn’t look morose or melancholic on you, it looked poetic.

The woman blinked and looked away when she realised that she had been staring at you. There was this strange sort of aura around you, something that pulled her eyes back to you almost immediately.

She watched as you stood up, eyes trailing down your front for a brief moment before they snapped to the hot chocolate placed in front of her.

“Have a good day, Larissa.” It took a few seconds for Larissa to register your words, her mind was already back to the dozen emails awaiting her response.

“How did you know my-“ The woman frowned as she looked up, finding you gone.

What a strange encounter, Larissa thought as she took a sip of hot chocolate and picked up her phone.

To be entirely honest, Larissa had forgotten about you rather quickly. Any other day you would have haunted her thoughts, but she had too much on her mind to think of a peculiar stranger she had barely talked to - no matter how enticing you had been.

That was until she bumped into you (or did you bump into her?) again.

Larissa had found out that Sunday morning was the perfect time to go grocery shopping. When most people were still in bed, the woman was on her way to the local supermarket. She loved how quiet it was, the other customers consisting mostly of retirees. No crying children, no youngsters running around in a hurry, just the quiet peace of a Sunday morning at the grocery store.

The tall woman walked around the shop, carrying a basket on her bent elbow which she filled with whatever was missing from her fridge and cupboards.

“Oh!” Larissa smiled seeing the pomegranates, reaching out to pick one up when she sensed a presence behind her.

“You?” Her blond eyebrows shot up as she turned around and her eyes landed on you.

“Me?” You raised an eyebrow in response. “Well, good morning to you too, Larissa.”

“You seem set on making me jump out of my skin.” Larissa’s lips spread in a wide smile. She couldn’t explain why she felt happy to see you. You were a mere stranger, someone she’d met once in a fleeting instant.

You were wearing the same outfit as the last time she had seen you, she noticed, and you weren’t carrying a basket or any food items at all. It was as if you were once again there without real purpose.

“It’s not ripe.”

“Sorry?” Larissa’s head slightly shook in confusion.

“The pomegranate,” you said as you carefully reached to wrap your hand around Larissa’s, your fingers looking comically short next to hers.

“Gently squeeze it,” you added, your hand closing around the woman’s to give the fruit a gentle squeeze. “It’s a little too soft. A perfectly ripe pomegranate will be hard and plump. Its skin should feel like leather under your fingertips, that’s how you know it’s bursting at the seams.”

Larissa’s eyes fluttered shut as she listened to your words, the warmth of your hand sending a shiver down her back until you pulled away. She hadn’t felt the touch of another person in so long.

She placed the pomegranate back into the stall and started feeling around the other fruits, searching for one that would feel like leather as you had explained.

“How about this one?” She asked, turning around to show you another pomegranate only to find you gone.

Larissa opened her mouth as if to call your name but quickly remembered that she didn’t know it. It was frustrating, almost as frustrating as the tingling sensation that your hand had left around her fingers.

After that encounter, Larissa found herself being on her guard more than she usually was, always ready to catch you sneaking up behind her. But days passed and nothing happened, not until she let her guard down again. It was as if you had sensed it, as soon as her shoulders had relaxed and she wasn’t as aware of her surroundings as she’d been for the last few days, you’d found her again.

“Chrysanthemums?” You hummed, watching the bouquet Larissa had just picked from the local florist’s stall.

“Jesus!” The woman gasped, her free hand flying to hold onto her chest. She was lucky shapeshifters usually had great hearts, or it’d probably have stopped beating by then.

“Oh trust me, Jesus has nothing to do with any of this.” Larissa heard you say, followed by a soft chuckle. You thought yourself funny, didn’t you?

“I’ll soon be seeing him if you keep creeping up on me!” She said looking at you, her lips falling in a soft pout.

“As nice as the yellow ones look, I think you should buy the white ones,” You said, ignoring her remark and tilting your head towards the white chrysanthemums. “They would fit better with your whole aesthetic.”

You were right. And Larissa both loved and hated that you were.

She slightly bent over to put the bouquet down and pick up the white one, her eyes never leaving you.

“You’re staring, Larissa.”

“I’m not,” she said. “I’m only making sure that you won’t disappear once I’ll turn my back for a second.”

It made you laugh a little and Larissa’s heart swelled in her chest, she was unable to conceal the proud smirk that tugged at her lips.

“Would you like to go out for coffee?” The words slipped from her mouth, leaving Larissa looking as stunned as you.

She watched as you seemed to struggle with finding an answer and immediately regretted asking. She was a stranger, and so were you. Sure, you had bumped into each other a few times, but it didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean anything, right?

“Coffee? I thought you were a hot chocolate kind of woman?” You teased a little, Larissa’s cheeks turning a soft pink as she was reminded of your first encounter.

“I would love to, I really would love to but-“ you pushed an apologetic smile. “Work, you know? I need to get back to it.”

Now that was something that the tall woman could understand and certainly relate to. Work never waited, she knew that all too well.

“Maybe another time?” Larissa heard herself say, making herself cringe internally. Why was she so desperate to be in your company? Why was your presence so calming and soothing?

“Maybe another time.” You nodded, giving the woman’s forearm a gentle squeeze before wishing her a good afternoon.

Larissa watched you walk away for a few seconds before turning back to pay for her bouquet. When she looked back in the street, you were gone.

Days passed without any signs of you, but that didn’t mean Larissa had forgotten. She’d expect to see you every time she’d go into town, she would hope to be scared again as you sneaked up behind her. But it never happened. Not until that fateful day.

Something moved out of the corner of Larissa’s eye, making her look up from her computer. Her heart skipped a beat and she gasped loudly when her gaze fell on one of the tall mirrors on the wall of her office, catching your reflection standing right behind her. She spun on her leather chair only to find the spot empty, making her chuckle a little. Of course, you weren’t there. You could bump into her at the Weathervane or the grocery store, but you wouldn’t just pop up into her office, that was impossible.

Wednesday suddenly barged into the office, nearly making Larissa jump out of her skin.

“How many times should I tell you to knock, Wednesday?” Larissa sighed. She was already exhausted before the gloomy girl even opened her mouth to speak.

Larissa listened as Wednesday told her all about Tyler being the Hyde and Marilyn being in control of him. Truth be told, the principal didn’t believe a single word of it but she would do anything to have some peace and quiet, including shapeshifting as the sheriff’s son to seemingly catch Marilyn.

They had agreed to do it that evening in the greenhouse, Larissa hoped it would be rather quick so she could get back to her quarters and slump in front of the fireplace with a glass of red.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled loudly as soon as Wednesday walked out of her office. That child would be the death of her someday.

Something was off that day, Larissa couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong exactly, but something was. The air was heavy as if everyone was expecting something terrible to happen.

She was walking to the staff room for her lunch break when it happened again, she found herself catching a glimpse of you walking around the corner of a corridor.

Larissa took a few quick long strides, which proved to be easy with the length of her legs, determined to catch you. But as she turned the corner, expecting to see you, she was met by a large raven standing on the open window sill. It looked at her for a moment before croaking loudly and flying away, sending an uncomfortable shiver down Larissa’s spine.

She spent the rest of the day constantly eyeing the clock, waiting for this dreadful day to finally be over. Just one more thing to do, one more thing to do before she could sink into a warm bath with a good book and her favourite wine. She deserved it, she deserved a nice little treat for all the stress she’d been put under lately.

Larissa walked down the long corridor to the greenhouse, taking a deep breath once she’d reached the door. One more thing to do before she could get some peace of mind.

She stayed hidden until Wednesday gave her her cue and she walked into the room shapeshifted as Tyler.

She stood there, listening to Wednesday throwing accusations and watching Marilyn’s reaction. The redhead seemed confused at first, shaking her head and denying everything until she finally dropped her act.

“Tyler, honey, make Mama happy and shut her up,” Marilyn said, looking at her above Wednesday’s shoulder.

The air was knocked out of Larissa’s lungs. This couldn’t be, surely this was a misunderstanding. It couldn’t be.

Marilyn’s hands cupped her cheeks and Larissa barely heard what the redhead was telling her, telling Tyler. She had trusted Marilyn, she had trusted her with the students and the academy and she was the closest thing that Larissa had to a friend. She could almost feel the knife being stabbed and twisted into her back.

Larissa shifted back into herself, watching the redhead’s eyes widen in horror.

“Don’t make this more difficult than it already is, Marylin.” She didn’t try to hide the disappointment in her voice, she wanted the other woman to know how hurt she was.

And then it all happened so quickly, the syringe being stabbed into her neck, the burning feeling as the poison coursed through her veins.

The tall woman fell to her knees, then on her back, Wednesday quickly kneeling by her side and placing her hand on the woman’s. Larissa wanted to tell her that it would be alright, that nothing would happen to her. But she had failed. She had let the fox in the henhouse.

“Miss Weems!” Wednesday called, gently shaking Larissa when the woman’s gaze diverted away from hers.

Something had caught Larissa’s eyes again, a figure that she was more than familiar with by then. She watched as you stepped closer, seemingly invisible to everyone else in the room, that soothing aura still wrapped around you. And it quickly wrapped around her too as you knelt by her side, your hand gently cupping her cheek.

If she hadn’t been so close to dying, Larissa would have laughed. She would have laughed at how foolish she had been because who, other than her, would have grown fond of the Angel of Death?

“Shall we go?” Larissa heard you whisper. She did all she could do in response and blinked, letting you know that she was ready.

Two large black wings spread from your back as you leaned in to place a soft kiss on Larissa’s lips, claiming her life.

She exhaled one last time, and then everything went black.

Finally, some peace and quiet.

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thethiefandtheairbender · 1 month

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I think the biggest difference for me between projects (like to be clear I think NATLA is not good as an adaptation or a show, and I think the PJO tv show works as an adaptation and a show) is something that feels so basic, but shocked me when it clicked, which is that

NATLA has no actual visual storytelling going on

Which sounds ridiculous, but let me explain what I mean. "Visual storytelling" is how you communicate aspects of character or relationship through visual framing, parallels, that kind of thing, usually to indicate progression or a character's viewpoint. Many people have noticed that NATLA's cinematography leaves much to be desired, there are some shots that are good particularly in episode 6 (the Zuko transition shots between past and present, and one of the ending shots between him and Aang) but that's by and large the exception.

What I mean when I say "visual storytelling" is that NATLA doesn't have visual motifs. It doesn't really have parallels happening that much in the text or in the visuals. And this is something that ATLA did really, really well, all the time, particularly with Zuko's scar. Just take this framing of Zuko and Aang, in particular, from The Storm and The Blue Spirit.

They even have consistent colour tones of Aang having a warmer, lighter yellow (Air Nomad) and Zuko having a darker, deeper red (Fire Nation).

And this is something I think Percy Jackson does pretty well. They have consistent motifs / descriptions if it were, particularly when it comes to Percy and Annabeth's relationship and her character.

Percy: [Choosing Annabeth] And if the mission required someone to push me down a flight of stairs for it to succeed, you want someone who won't hesitate when they do it.

Percy: [literally pushes her down the stairs but to save her life]

Ares: You're new to the family, young one, so let me fill you in on how we work. [...] Olympians fight. We betray. We backstab. We will push anyone down a flight of stairs to get ahead. Annabeth: This isn't the Arch, Seaweed Brain. You're not pushing me into the stairwell aagain. Percy: Yes I am! [...] It's why you're here. When I was choosing my team, I told Chiron I needed someone who wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice me if the quest required it. He agreed. That was you. [...] You're better at this than me. You just are.

Annabeth: [Refusing to get back in Athena's good graces] It isn't how it should be! It isn't. Eat or be eaten [referencing the Kronos story Ares said earlier]. Power and glory and nothing else matters. Ares is that way. Zeus is that way. My mother is that way. He isn't that way. He's better than that. Maybe I was that way once. But I don't wanna be that way anymore. I won't be like all of you. I just won't.

But we also see this visually.

And to be clear I think it's well done, I'm not saying this kind of thing is a Masterpiece™ but what I am saying is that if you do these things, it's a great way to convey information to your audience visually and a sense of progress both in individual characterization and relationship development. And it just makes sense to lean on things visually if you're a visual medium, because prose can't do framing like this to the same degree.

And NATLA just... never does it. There's almost no real parallels, there's very little framing happening, and the even more intense overload of exposition does not help matters in this way either. The original series had a lot of parallels steadily built up (i.e. Aang's presence in the SWT and Sokka's plotline in Jet -- hell, even some of the lines he gets at Roku's Fire Sage temple -- were to show how Sokka was moving away from a more xenophobic worldview even if it was still a work in progress). There were also more overt ones, such as Sokka dressing himself for battle versus Zuko having guards/servants do it for him, but both ultimately tether the two together into having to put on a performance of confidence, manhood, and war more so than being the children they actually are.

And NATLA just has... no real visual parallels. The closest we get is the parallels between Sokka-Yue, Tui and La, and Kataang in the finale, but that's about it.

There's not a lot of scenes where a character is presented the chance to make a similar choice only to then make a different one. Even Aang wanting to go to the NWT to make a difference is muted because he never actually ran away in the first place; when you rip away character flaws or mistakes, you also gut their room for growth. When you strip away visual storytelling, it means that what you see on screen is a 1:1 of exactly what you're getting, and that is just a lot more Boring to watch as well as gutting your chances to show more character exposition. And it's just - it's just not good

#natla critical #natla #pjo tv show #the one that kills me the most is when hahn is like 'you have something the rest of us don't [in fighting the FN]: experience'#and it's like. sokka has not fought zuko or barely any firebenders since the pilot #the only other time his fighting skills got developed was with suki. also at the beginning #he has not done basically anything since then warrior wise. nvm with the fire nation directly #analysis series #analysis #sincerely a very tired nb english major #pjo

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ebrysteria · 1 year

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Temptation

Kang the conqueror x (fem) reader

SUMMARY: you found Kang a while back when his ship crashed, you offered to help him and you've now known each other for months. You go out to try and seduce someone for an important part to fix it but he cant help but get jealous even if its just an act... Warnings: Smut 18+, wrap before you tap, jealous Kang, understanding of feelings, fingering, unprotected PnV (be responsible guys), giving into temptation

Note: So I went onto tumblr and searched for Kang fics and there were none at all?! I decided to write my own but this is my first ever time writing so please let me know if you enjoy it, I might make a part 2 and comment any suggestions on what you want me to write next.

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Nothing much surprised you down here anymore. It was all the same really. Landing in the quantum realm 20 years ago had changed you. Your way of living and scavenging to survive.

Most of the civilians weren’t that bothered by your arrival but many were sceptical. They were scared of an outsider being in their realm and many didn’t trust you. You couldn’t blame them though as you would feel the same if someone with no resemblance to you at all suddenly started living in your own home.

You got used to your way of living, you learnt how to hunt for food and supplies. You’ve been through a lot and have seen nearly twice as much.

But what you haven’t seen since you arrived was a ship come crashing down from the outer world. Naturally you were curious grabbing supplies just in case whatever it could be was dangerous. What you didn’t expect was it to be a man, around the same age as you.

He didn’t look like most of the people in the realm, he was different. He had deep scars running down each side of his face, travelling all the way just to the top of his plump lips.

He stood by his ship taking in his environment as you watched him, he seemed annoyed? Angry? You weren’t too sure. You didn’t know his motives so you decided to just observe.

“Damn you idiots, I’ll be back you can’t keep me here forever” he mumbled to himself whilst staring down his ship. It was smoking and in bad condition. It barely even looked like a ship with the state that it was in.

A loud screech emerged from in front of him, whatever it was was obscured by his body but you caught a glimpse of blue creatures lunging themselves at him.

You quickly aimed your blaster at the things, praying you wouldn’t accidentally hit the man. You quickly shot the creatures off of him rushing over.

“oh my god are you okay?” you asked offering your hand to pull him up.

He eyed you quizzically while dusting himself off.

“just about, thank you” he grabbed your arm as you pulled him up.

“I saw your ship come crashing down, I didn’t expect it to be a human from the outside world. You are human right?” You looked him up and down.

He wore an armour that consisted of purple and blue colours. Well what was left of the armour, it was damaged, torn and practically falling apart. Whatever happened to him must have been hurt.

“Yes very much human” he smiled chuckling slightly. “Why? Are you not human yourself?

You grinned at him, loosening the grip you had on your blaster slowly placing it in your blaster holder on your hip.

“Yes I am human, most inhabitants here aren’t, they all speak their own language and most were born here unlike us”

“Unlike us?” He said looking you up and down.

“Well yes I wasn’t born here, I broke open a gateway when experimenting with time. I didn’t expect to end up here.” you said quietly, you didn’t speak much of your past with anyone. If they knew what really happened you’re life would be over. “Besides, it doesn’t matter now I’ve gotten used to the way of living in this treacherous hell hole” you gestured to your surroundings as he looked around.

He didn’t look too surprised with his surroundings, he looked more uncomfortable. Then you realised you were still out in the open when any more threats could arise by the minute.

“Yes well this place isn’t on my bucket list of places I would like to visit” he looked back at his ship, crouching down next to it. He pulled open a panel and smoke puffed up into his face. “God damn it”

“What’s wrong?”

“My ship, it’s broken and I can’t power it. If I can then this would be my ticket out of here.”

“Wait you’re saying that thing can travel outside realms?!” you were shocked, no one had technology that advanced except from the people you worked for before your life got turned upside down.

He got back up turning to you.

“Well yes if it was working”

You looked around, it wouldn’t take too long for you to make it back home on foot. You don’t usually accept strangers into your home but he was human and you felt empathetic for the man

“hey the place I’m staying at isn’t that far from here, do you want to come with me just for tonight. I have a spare room and food. It’s just something to get you back on your feet before you figure out what you’re going to do next” you suggested. It would be nice to have some company as living alone for 20 years hasn’t done the best for you. It was a lot safer than staying somewhere with the other inhabitants but the isolation got painful at times.

“Thank you I appreciate it, I don’t even know your name yet

“My name is Y/n” you said whilst turning around beginning to walk. He quickly began trailing behind.

“Okay y/n lead the way”

“Aren’t you going to tell me yours” you said stopping turning around to raise your eyebrows.

He extended his hand outwards to you.

“Kang”

You reached for his hand, it was soft and he shook gently it.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Kang” you said softly smiling.

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Turns out it wasn’t just one night.

He happily accepted his room and you got used to living together, it had been 6 months since he had moved in. You decided to help him repair his ship agreeing that he would help you out of here as well and during this you two got closer. You often went out to the market to find spare parts while he helped you around your home. He cooked you wonderful meals and if you didn’t know better it seemed as if he cared for you. You managed to extend your living space to accompany the two of you. The only thing you really had to share was the bathroom as you only ever had one considering you weren’t used to living with someone. But it wasn’t a problem. You both had your own schedules and you worked well together.

You stared at yourself in the mirror humming. Tonight was important. There had been one particular piece for his ship that was very rare to come by and Kang was beginning to feel hopeless when you told him that material like that was unlikely to come by in the quantum realm but you had heard through the market-place that a man named Quaz was actually in possession of some. You planned to speak with him tonight. You didn’t want to say you were going to seduce him but you were determined to get the piece for the ship as it was unlikely you would ever have an opportunity like this again.

You ran your hands down, smoothing out your white long silk dress. You wanted to be humble but you did look good. There was never really much reason to dress up in the quantum realm so it felt nice to have some sort of normality in your life. You hand came up to the dainty necklace that hanged from your neck fixing it into place. You gave yourself one last look before opening the bathroom door.

Kang stood just outside the door and when the door opened he was shocked. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you and how your skin looked exposed by the dress. You felt him drag his eyes down your figure. He quickly looked back up and went to open his mouth but he quickly closed it shaking his head.

“Where are you going dressed like that?” he asked demandingly.

You were taken aback by his tone. You thought you looked good.

“I’m going to the bar, I found some good news on that impossible piece you needed for your ship. I was going to tell you but you were busy fixing your suit and I didn’t want to disturb you”

His eyes softened staring at you. It made you blush slightly.

“You- You look good please be careful” he said reaching out to run his hand down your arm.

“I always am careful you know that, this could be our chance to get out of this place, I shouldn’t waste time because we could lose our opportunity” you quickly rushed out leaving a quick kiss on his cheek and left the house.

He froze and stood there shocked. He feet were rooted to the ground. That shouldn’t have done something for him but it did. He couldn’t stop thinking about you in that dress, how thin it looked. How easy it would be to just pull it off your shoulders. He needed to calm down.

“Get a grip” he mumbled to himself walking into the bathroom.

As he washed himself in the shower he couldn’t stop thinking, no one else should have the privilege of seeing you like that when you're out. And what if they tried to make a move on you? Or hurt you? He wouldn’t be there to help you. Every bad thought went rushing through his head until he decided he was going to go the bar to keep an eye on you. Just to keep you safe. Right?

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The place was busy. Busier than usual. The dance floor was filled with swaying people and flashing lights making you feel a little energised as you think back to all the enjoyable nights you’ve spent here in the past. Typically you enjoy this type of stuff. But tonight you only had one goal.

Get the piece.

You move further into the bar, looking around for your target. You have a gun hidden in your dress so if anyone tried anything you were prepared. You looked around with caution until your eyes fell on a man, slightly younger than you drowning himself in ooze. You were never a fan of the drink, maybe because the last time you were forced to drink it to be able to communicate.

You were getting distracted just staring at the man so you moved over and took the high seat next to him. He eyed you as you ordered.

“hi can I have whatever the handsome man next to me is having” you said flashing him a short and sweet smile.

He gave you a drunk smile back, running a hand over his face shuffling closer to you.

“I must say I haven’t seen you around here before, I would’ve remembered a pretty face like yours” he said extending his hand “my name is Quaz”

You took it gently shaking it, lingering it slightly longer to get him interested. You gave him a made up name not wanting anything being traced back to you. He admired your dress.

“That’s a nice dress you’re wearing”

You blushed at the compliment, flirting back with him. What you didn’t realise was a certain someone coming into the bar staring at you from just beside the crowd.

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He didn’t know if it the fact your target was flirting with you or if it was you flirting back but jealousy began to spread within him. He tried to remain calm, reminding himself you are free to do what you want with your life but Kang couldn’t stand it. They way some random man moved closer to you, making you smile like that. It should’ve been him. Not some disgusting drunk man obviously only trying to get in your pants. He clenched his hands trying to ground himself. Seeing you two laughing together. It felt wrong even if it was just flirting.

It was worse when he saw the man begin to make advances on you. Resting his hand on you, carelessly stroking the outside of your thigh. Every time he rubbed his hand across your smooth delicate skin he felt the heat, anger and possessiveness within him getting worse. No one but him should be seeing you in this dress. You looked beautiful in it sure but it should be reserved for his eyes and his eyes only.

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It turns out that he doesn't keep the piece hidden at all; instead, he stores it in an ordinary old bag at his home. You almost got him where you wanted him; you joked with him in an effort to learn as much as you can about the piece. It was so simple that it was hard to believe.

"So… do you want to go out of here?" He asked softly, bringing his hand higher to the inner part of your thigh.

All contact abruptly vanished, and you swiftly turned around to see him being pushed off of you and onto the ground. Kang gives you a short glance before tightly grasping your waist.

"You touch her like that again and i wont hesitate to kill you" he spat quickly putting a bruising grip on your wrist dragging you out of the bar.

"What the hell are you doing! I almost had it! We could've gone home!!" you yelled trying to shake out of his grip.

He didn't budge staying silent, continuing to pull you along with him until you arrived at your shared home. He harshly slammed the door shut after you both walked in.

He stares at you intensely looking at you up and down almost as if he's contemplating what to say.

"Stop ignoring me and tell me what's wrong, you literally just dragged me out of there with no explanation whatsoever" you questioned first.

"Did you not see that guys hand literally touching you all over?! Its ridiculous I should've punched that smug smile off of his face"

"It was part of my plan!" you scoffed, you couldn't believe he was jealous after you literally told him you were going to get the piece.

"The piece isn't worth that much" he mumbled looking anywhere but you. He seemed- embarrassed?

You walked closer to him "I cant believe you ruined it because you were jealous"

"I am not jealous"

"sure seems like it"

He moved closer staring at you more intensely than before "I cant believe you were going to whore yourself out just for some stupid material"

"What the fuck!! I wasn't going to whore myself out" you said, quickly pulling your dress up slightly to show him the gun you had strapped to the side of your other thigh.

He just stared at your flesh for a moment. Before slowly reaching forward to remove the gun from its holder. It was only then when you realised how close you were. How you could feel his breathing as he looked down at you. It sent hot shivers within you, the warmth spreading like some sick disease. It starts in your stomach and spreads throughout your body - a hunger, a hunger to feel him, closer, that the hunger and heat transcends within you in an unexplainable way

He clicked the gun out and then threw it on the couch. "you could have gotten yourself killed" he whispered leaning down slightly lower. Your breath hitched. His eyes darting downwards as you licked your lips, you could feel a pair of warm hands rubbing over your sensitive skin of your thighs just below where the gun was, moving upwards gently.

That's when he realised what he was doing, dropping your thigh creating some distance between the two of you. "look we will find another way to get the piece okay, just go to bed now its late" he quickly muttered storming off to his room without another word.

You felt hot all over, a part of you wishing he never stopped touching you. You rushed to your room quickly closing your door thinking about what just happened. The way his hands gripped your leg so gently as if you were the most delicate thing in the world, the slight hunger that seeped into his eyes and he traced small circles along your flesh. You wondered what happened if you continued. It was making you begin to feel wet and you knew you had an attraction towards him but you never knew he could be that...

…sensual

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He briskly shut his door rubbing his hands over his face. What the hell was he doing. Touching you like that. He almost gave in. Temptation was getting the better of him. He wants to scream at the top of his lungs, his whole chest constricting with the thought of him calling you a whore. He couldn't believe himself. But God the way you looked at him, the way you stood so close to him all would have to do is move an inch and he would have kissed you. claimed you as his, he wanted you so badly. watching you work for him everyday, determined to fix his ship. He wasn't aware that he was falling for you, but he ought to have seen the warning signs. The fact that he went out of his way more to be nice to you than he has for anyone else. Making sure you returned home safely, sneaking out to punish everyone who had ever upset you, ensuring that your favourite meals are prepared, and bringing you back to bed if you accidentally nodded off on the couch at night.

He should've kissed you then and there.

He got out of bed and began heading to your room...

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You keep thinking about the tension between the two of you, he couldn't leave you feeling like this otherwise the heat will swallow you whole. Pulling yourself to your feet, you swiftly get up and swing your door open.

Kang was on the other side, wide eyed, unblinking with his hand half raised in a fist as if he was going to knock. He stared down at you frozen on the spot.

He gazed at you with an intangible nature that is impossible to describe—a sense of learning something new, a revelation. Perhaps it was a knowing look but you didn't seem to care under the intense stare that he had you under.

"What do yo-"

And as you were about to inquire him you were abruptly cut off as he brought you into a searing kiss by cupping your face with his warm, soft hands and making you gasp into his mouth. You eagerly accepted the kiss, gripping onto him as he pushed you further back into your room.

He hurriedly pressed you against the wall to your right and shut the door behind him, his hands frantically and needily roaming your body desperate causing you to whimper in pleasure. He seems to never want to let go of you as he holds you between his arms, up against his chest, and against the wall. He makes it a goal to kiss every square inch of your face, imprinting every detail of it in his mind.

He lets out a moan as your nails scrape his back on his shirt, the flex of his muscles makes you blush and begin to lose balance from the lack of oxygen of him kissing you breathless, and he's ready to take most of your weight when the kiss gets heavier, deeper, your tongue frantically searching as he holds your face, never wanting to let you go.

"I couldn't stand it" he mumbles moving to the side of your neck trailing his plump lips teasingly, "i couldn't stand the way he was staring at you in this dress" his hand comes up to trail behind your back, pushing you further into him as he began to nip kisses into your neck and travelling lower to your collarbones causing your breath to become even more laboured. You felt him slowly tugging at the strings at your back of your white silk dress. "All i could think about was pulling it off in front of everyone and showing them who you really belong to" finally releasing the strings from the back causing the front of your dress to falter slowly revealing your breasts. "I would've made them all jealous making them know none of them can have you. None of them can make you feel the way i make you feel," he said then he quickly sucked on your nipple causing you to let out a soft feral noise.

"God those sounds you keep making are so pretty, keep going. Just like that" he encouraged looking up at you from your cleavage as his hand gropes at your breast. He moved his other hand shifting it down to the lower part of your body to cup you, a wet spot forming on the fabric covering you from his fingers. You whimper as he pulls your panties aside to reveal your beautiful puffy lips that are drenched from your want for him "Keep making those sounds for me" he whispered into your chest as his fingers dipped and found your clit causing your head to tilt back.

"Fuck Kang.." you whimper loudly again and he came back up to capture your whimper in a strong kiss. He traced your pussy lips with his fingers before thrusting one of them in causing you to release a loud moan. He kept pumping in and out of you adding a second finger and your whines kept getting louder and louder. You were getting so close, legs beginning to shake, your walls tightening around his two fingers as he curls them inside, making your back arch. You realised you were closer than you thought. He must have known because he removed his hand completely, placing it on your waist dragging you away from the door.

The back of your knees caught at the end of your bed as he gently pushed you onto it while removing the rest of your dress leaving you almost completely exposed to his hungry eyes.

"My god you are so beautiful" he said against your lips. In a tangle of limbs he began removing his clothes. You ground against him above you causing you to rub him enticingly. He let out a needy moan, gripping onto your hips harder as he used one hand to undo his zipper.

“Please don’t stop…” you begged, and the hand clutching your waist squeezed your flesh in an reassuring way that told you that he wouldn’t.

He couldn’t. Not when you tastes so good and sounded so angelical. Not when he needed you so bad. He had been dreaming of this for months. 6 months of pure torture of the need to be inside you and be claimed as his.

"You see what you do to me? Do you know how hard its been for me to try not to be tempted to fuck you senseless when you sat in the chair of my ship when you were fixing it.

You sat up eagerly helping him pull down his zip and rubbing over his covered crotch causing him to groan as he leaned forward into your neck to leave darker marks. “Don’t you know the power you have over me?” he groans again.

You gradually begin pulling down his pants and you become dizzy off of want from the root hairs that slowly begin to get exposed with the rest of him, it cause something dangerous inside of you to stir as you wrap your hands around him. Like an inextinguishable fire that could only be put out by him.

He releases deep, grave gasps when he bucks his hips into your hand and his sloppy lips land on back on yours as if whispering a silent prayer.

"I need to be inside of you" he moans softly against your lips pushing you back down removing your panties completely. He continues kissing you with so much passion and desire. Its been so long and he's scared that if he stops he will awake from whatever dream that is possessing his senses in a crazed manor.

He began lining himself up with your entrance and looked at you for confirmation, you nodded quickly as he gripped your hand pushing above your head against the mattress.

Slowly he began pushing inside.

You sobbed in response to the sensation, reaching out for his back with your free hand and scraping your nails against his skin as you felt the sting of pain that accompanied the pleasure. Your back arched and he leaned into you moaning.

"You feel so good. Fuck.." you moaned tilting your head back further into the pillow.

He removed his hand from yours and gripped your waist plunging into you further making your eyes roll back.

"I want you to remember the way that I'm fucking you right now, no one will ever fuck you the way I do will they?" he smirked from above you.

You nodded back frantically biting you lips creating them all wet and swollen.

"Use your words love" he said while brining up a hand to clasp your chin to make you look at him. He saw the hunger in your eyes. The way he was making you feel.

"No one will fuck me the way you do" you moaned loudly as he picked up his pace. Both of your moans and whines loud with the slick lewd sounds of skin connecting.

You were getting so close, you could feel the coil begin to tighten as he pounded harder into you. Your nails dug deeper as his hips began to snap into you. "Always so kind to me, so beautiful…"

Each of his now sharp and rapid thrusts silenced your whimpers and groans. There was no room between the two of you, and you could feel it in the way he kissed you and the way he fucked you into the mattress. You could also feel it in the way his hands held your hips and hurt them as he drew you impossibly close to him.

"Kang fuck I'm close" you moan gripping onto him tighter as your legs begin to shake.

"give it to me, give it to me baby. Cum for me please, please, please, Fuck"

You moan loudly clenching around his cock as it his you. You feel euphoric as your vision clouds from the intensity of your orgasm.

As your pussy clenches him it caused his cock to twitch and white spurts of cum go up washing inside of you. Painting your walls with him. You milk him as he slows down pushing the cum further back into you until he eventually pulls out. He looks down at you and sees your fucked out droopy eyes.

He gets up from you leaving the bedroom, you go to call out for him to stay but your throat hurts from the loudness of your moans.

Not much longer he returns with a cloth crouching down to clean you up gently, staring into your eyes with a promise of him not leaving. He kisses your inner thighs before putting the cloth back in the bathroom and coming back to your room.

He comes beside you lifting you under the covers with him, he cradles your cheek like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen while he leans back and pushes the hair out of your face, straightens your brows, he kisses your lips softly, giving you fatigued tiny pecks here and there till you are content and can feel him forever.

Your heart stopped when one of his arms surrounded your waist to pull you closer and against his chest. You looked down and realized that he had folded everything including your dress so that neither of you would stumble over it the next day, rather than getting dressed. When you stared at him, It was then that you noticed it in his eyes. This desire, this affection, which he has never permitted himself to express to you. His touch still makes you feel buzzy and electrified.

You nuzzled closer into him, maybe life in this realm wasn't as bad as you thought...

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A/N: so how was that? I hope you enjoyed it, please comment if you do and comment any suggestions you may have for me to write.

#kang x reader #kang the conqueror x reader #kang smut #kang imagine #kang the conqueror smut #jonathan majors x reader #kang the conqueror #kang one shot #kang the conqueror fic #ant man quantumania #he who remains

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So I read the ask about historical fashion and I too love clothing and it got me thinking. Witchers are in my mind at least, both fairly minimalist and asteere, in large part due to their enhanced senses. But also very practical, as a function of, in many cases, life times on the road, with minimal time and resources to spend on anything frivolous.

(This is why the canon armour spikes drive me up the wall. Like the studs in the Netflix costumes make sense, they provide extra strength and tiny spots of extra protection, and are reasonably easy to repair. Spikes are not the same. You can hammer in a stud on any reasonably flat rock. To hammer in a spike you need a special heavy metal tool to hold it in place. And what do the spikes gain you? A tiny scratch, on a handful of monsters not covered in think hide or scales? No. No self respecting witcher is wearing spiked armour. I will die on this hill. Anyway...)

So, witchers, asteere and practical. What if, as the previous anon pointed out, with the new team patrols they start bringing back more monster parts to experiment with. And, they realise, oh wyrvn scales are like the next step up from chain mail. Hard and flexible but way lighter and slightly magicly resistant. And kikimora hide is basically natural oiled leather, you can wipe blood and guts off it with a cloth and they just slosh off. Plus the smoothness is pleasant on witcher sensitive skin.

I could go on and on. But they basically take all these parts and start outfitting themselves in them because they have practical applications. Then the nobels follow them, but without the background knowledge. So they pick the silly parts out, like eyeballs and teeth and who knows what, that have no practical purpose. So you can tell, subtly, who's truly and ally, by if their clothing understands the underlying properties of the monster parts or if they're just there for show.

On an unrelated note. I'm imagining how confusing it would be to try and copy the Kear Morhen royalty's 'fashion' when it consists of Gerald and Eskel, typical all black witchers, and Jaskier, bright, colourful, shiny birb. Truly, what does one do with such extreme options.

I love commentary like this; I have no background in fashion myself, and I adore having people who know more providing so much depth and breadth to the idea!

Witchers snickering at humans who have the Expensive rather than the Useful parts of monsters as accessories is a great mental image.

And yes, "Kaer Morhen fashion" is a little...uh...confusing to outsiders. Do you wear all black to honor the Warlord? Do you wear - uh - entire rainbows to imitate the Consort? Help!

#questions answered #accidental warlord au #witcher fashion

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ateezreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 25 - DILF

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: None, just some bog standard smut.

Word Count: 3813

Summary: You’ve been hired by Hongjoong, a single father, to babysit his son, but falling for your new boss wasn’t exactly what you expected to happen.

Prompt List MasterList Kintktober 2022 Buy me a Coffee

You stood at the door of the address you had scribbled down on the small piece of paper in your hand, your nerves started to get the better of you in this moment, it was only a babysitting job so you had no idea why you were so nervous but it was that bad you almost walked back home.

“Come on, get a grip it’s not like you’re going to die.” You quietly say hyping yourself up. With a deep breath you calm your shaking hands and knock on the door. Small shuffles could be heard from the other side before the door handle started to fidget and open. You were taken aback seeing as no one met your line of sight but upon looking down you were greeted with a bright eyed toddler.

“Why hello there.” You coo kneeling down to his height.

“Are your parents home.”

“Daddy!” The small child shouted out while padding off in search of their father.

“Sungho, what did I tell you about opening the front door.” The father lightly scolded the child that was now in his arms as he approached the door.

“I’m sorry about my son, how can I help?” The man chuckled.

“Are you Mr Kim, I think I spoke with you on the phone about the babysitting job.” His eyes widened a little almost as if he forgot about the whole thing.

“Oh yes, Y/n right? Of course come in.” He said stepping to one side letting you in through the door and placing the child back down.

“Go on and play for a little bit, daddy needs to speak to this nice lady for a few minutes.” And with a small nod from the child he was gone.

The man opened the door to his, by your guess, study. You were in awe at how organised he seemed to be, nothing was out of place, files organised alphabetically and the calendar on his desk was colour coded.

“Take a seat.” He gestured to the two small armchairs in front of you.

“You have a lovely place Mr Kim.” You state breaking the silence.

“Thank you and please call me Hongjoong, I don’t feel the need for formalities.” You nod feeling slightly lees tense but still a little on edge.

“Have you ever had a babysitting job before?”

“No this is the first one I applied to, I’m in university so I needed to fond something to make a little bit of money on the side and I love kids so why not make money from something I love.” Your statement made him smile, you were honest and he liked that a lot and from the brief interaction you had with Sungho moments earlier he could see you were genuine about you like towards children.

Hongjoong ran through some questions with you he felt would be important, stuff like if you have a criminal record, if you drive, if you can cook, ect and your answers were ticking all of his boxes.

“Well Y/n, you seem to be a perfect fit for the job and I’d love to take you on, but there is one more test you will have to go through.” Your heart sank a little, you were so close but what if you messed it all up with this next test?

“I might like you but we need to see if Sungho likes you, after all he’ll be the one spending the most time with you.” You sighed a little in relief, you were great with kids so you were confident that Sungho would love you.

Following Hongjoong into the living room you see Sungho dancing in front of the TV to baby shark and your heart completely melted.

“Sungho, Y/n is here to play with you for a little bit while I made some phone calls, be good okay.” Sungho smiled up at his father before focusing his attention on you pulling you by your hand to play with him.

The next half an hour consisted of you dancing with Sungho and playing various games he thought up with his toys. Hongjoong on the other hand had not made any phone calls in that time, he spent the half an hour sitting in his study with the door cracked open just enough to hear your interactions and it was safe to say he was very happy with what he was hearing, Sungho hadn’t stopped giggling a squealing with excitement since he left the room. The sounds did make his heart ache a little, he missed hearing his son laugh like this, being a single father was difficult especially with a job as demanding as his own, he was just glad that right now Sungho was happy and he was able to whiteness it.

“Daddy!” Sungho shouts running over to Hongjoong who’d just emerged into the room.

“How’s my little champ doing, are you having fun?” Sungho nodded excitedly pointing in your direction.

“My monster just beat her robot!” A chorus of explosion sounds came from Sungho as he tried to tell his father about the epic battle the two of you just had.

“It was a pretty close fight but my robot wasn’t strong enough.” You laugh raising your hands in surrender smiling at Sungho who was still reliving the game.

“I’m going to say you had fun with Y/n, is that right?” Hongjoong asked kneeling down to Sungho.

“Loads of fun!”

“Would you be happy then if I asked Y/n to come over and play with you while I’m at work?” Sungho’s eyes lit up as he tugs lightly on your sleeve, pleading eyes looking up at you begging you to agree to play with him more.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Words could not describe the joy you were feeling and for once you couldn’t wait to start working.

A month had gone by since you’d started babysitting Sungho and so far it was the best decision you’d ever made Hongjoong and Sungho made you feel welcome and like they’d known you for years, it was no chore watching Sungho and if anything you found yourself being more excited than him when it came you your shift. The job had it’s perks, you were paid to be a child, you were paid any petrol money if you decided to take Sungho out for the day and Hongjoong let you have free roam of the apartment letting you help yourself to anything at any time. The other benefit of the job that you soon came to notice was apart from your boss being incredibly handsome (which you were sure to take a mental note of the minute you met him for the first time.) he was also very generous and caring towards you, even when he had a day off and didn’t need you to babysit for him he invited you to go to the park with him and Sungho or simply come over for a movie day, he treated you more like a friend than just some girl who babysat his kid a handful of times a month.

Today was another day where Hongjoong had invited you out with him and Sungho, they were planning on going to the park and then for some ice cream but all morning Sungho had nagged and nagged his father asking if you were going with them until he gave in and called you. Walking down the woodchip path towards the small play area your ears were met with cheerful shouts and the sound of small footsteps.

“Y/N!” Sungho came running up to you clinging to your leg like a small koala.

“How are you little guy? Where’s your daddy?” You ask picking him up and lightly pinching his cheeks making him laugh hysterically.

“Mister over here has been nagging for you all morning.” Hongjoong laughed seeing you walk up to him.

“He refused to do anything until I at least called you.” You giggle turning your face back to the small child.

“Were you pestering daddy again.” Sungho nods with an expression full of victory.

“Good.” You set him back down and watched as he ran off to play with some of the other children in the park.

A few moments go by and you and Hongjoong got yourselves caught in deep conversation while Sungho was busy playing.

“Hongjoong, can I ask you something?” His head tilts a little waiting for you to ask.

“Please tell me if I’m over stepping any boundaries here but I was wondering where Sungho’s mother is, I’ve never met her so I was just curious if she was still in the picture.” A sigh left Hongjoong as his eyes dropped a little looking over to his son who was oblivious to the current conversation.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked.” You quickly say reading how he reacted.

“No, no it’s okay you’re bound to find out one day anyway. Me and Sungho’s mother split up 2 years ago, it was pretty messy we were always arguing and in the end we thought it was best to go our sperate ways. I guess it was good timing I’d rather us have split when we did than any later, Sungho doesn’t remember any of it so to him all of this is normal. She was going to have full custody of him but after we got around to finally having a civil chat she agreed to co-parent with me, having him for 1 week at a time.”

You were surprised as to how comfortable Hongjoong felt telling you all of this, it was a sensitive subject and he was still hurt about it even if it was a tiny bit. You nod in understanding placing a comforting hand on his arm.

“You’re a great dad Hongjoong, Sungho talks about all the adventures he’s been on with you both in real life and in games.” He laughs at the mention of the games he plays with his son, some of them replaying in his head.

“He’s a good kid, in an ideal world I’d spend every minute of every day with him, but hey we don’t live in an ideal world so I’ll make the most of what I have.” Your heart was aching for him, you wanted to wrap your arms around him and tell him everything will be okay, but right now you didn’t feel like over stepping another boundary today.

“Thank you Y/n, really.” you look at him confused, what had you done for him to tank you?

“You’ve made Sungho really happy over this last month, he loves spending time with you and honestly so do I.” Hongjoong placed a hand lightly on your thigh before looking at you again.

“So thank you Y/n, for making him and me happy.” His sincerity had you all choked up you would have started crying if it wasn’t for Sungho running over to the two of you.

“Can we get ice cream now?” He asks with a pouty lip and big eyes.

“Of course we can champ, come on then lets go.”

The walk back home was a short one but with all the playing and the crash from his sugar high Sungho was wiped out so you offered to carry him on your back the rest of the way home and that’s where he fell asleep, drooling a little on your shoulder not that you minded at all. You set him down on the couch watching as he stirred in his sleep before curling up into a ball and settling.

“Shit is that the time?” Hongjoong whispers to himself grabbing Sungho’s backpack and filling it with a few things.

“What’s up?” You ask going over to help him.

“Sungho’s mother will be here to pick him up in 15 minutes, I didn’t even realise it was that late.” You were both thankful Sungho was asleep because that meant you could pack his things for him undisturbed and before you knew it there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it.” You said placing a hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder before walking off.

“Hi, Sungho is sleeping but come on in.” You said answering the door to the woman who you guessed was the mother. She looked a little puzzled but followed you anyway. Smiling at her sleeping son she turned to you.

“I’m assuming you’re the famous Y/n that Sungho has been telling me about.” You felt a little blush cover your cheeks, you knew he loved having you around but to talk about you to his mother was something else.

“Yes I am, Hongjoong hired me a month ago to watch Sungho when he’s at work and he’s been a pleasure, he’s such a good kid.” You were pleasantly surprised as to how nice she seemed, even if Hongjoong didn’t exactly paint a very good picture of her to you earlier that day.

“Come on champ, Mom’s here to pick you up.” Hongjoong cooed gently nudging his shoulder to wake him up but only having minimal effects.

Now with Sungho gone for another week the apartment felt too quiet now and you weren’t used to it. You decided to stick around a little longer to help Hongjoong tidy up all of Sungho’s things and put everything back in order the way you knew he liked it.

“There.” You say dusting your hands off looking around at the now spotless living room.

“I guess with no child for me to look after I should head home.” You chuckle going to pick up your bag.

“Wait.” Hongjoong stopped you before you took another step.

“Stay a bit longer if you want, I enjoy your company too.” He said placing a hand on your arm. You debated with yourself over it, at least when Sungho was around you were distracted from the thoughts of Hongjoong that usually flooded your brain but now the two of you were alone with no distractions you were nervous.

“I really don’t want to come across as too forward but the last month had made me realise how much I miss company and lately yours has been one of my favourites.” He steps a little closer to you closing the gap inch by inch making your heart beat out of your chest.

“I love having you around, I just wish you could stay a little longer.” And with that it was like something took over Hongjoong, his body reacting faster than his brain, moving on its own closing the gap between you catching your lips with his. It was a quick kiss but the lingering feeling burned your lips.

“Shit I’m so sorry, I guess I’m the one over stepping boundaries today.” He chuckled nervously rubbing the back of his neck. He would have backed off if your hands hadn’t found their way to his face pulling him in for a deeper, longer kiss. The kiss wasn’t what you expected it to be, it was full of need and not just from you, it was like Hongjoong had been thinking the same thoughts as you this whole time. Your back hit the wall with a bit of force which made you gasp against his lips. Your mind was spinning with the way Hongjoong’s lips moved against your own, the way his whole body pinned you to the wall and how his fingers dug into your hips pulling you impossibly close to him.

With slow movements his hands made their way under your shirt, the pads of his fingers burning your skin with the lightest touch. Right now his pace was too slow for your liking, you knew by now you were both on the same page so there was no hesitation from you when your hands rushed to work on the buttons of his shirt, it was evident you were having a little trouble hands working faster than they should and fumbling over every button and your eyes shut as you were still hypnotized by his lips. With tongues fighting against each other, heavy breathing as you tangle yourselves between items of clothing from trying to tear it from one another, you shift along the corridor to the bedroom, completely letting lose the minute you get through the door. The clothes made a trail from outside the living room to the bedroom, and you were practically bare in front of each other by the time Hongjoong had the chance to lay on the bed, pulling you over him so you straddled his lap. Your lips don't disconnect for no longer than a second, becoming addicted to how good the other tastes on your tongues.

He didn't intend to end up underneath you, usually loving the way he had some control when he's on top, but the way you grind against his covered erection, the friction causing so much pleasure for the both of you he didn’t care if he was on top or not. He was losing his patience, if he’d have known you’d felt this way then he would have made a move ages ago, so now he was making up for lost time, he needed to feel you. Hongjoong tapped your thigh before breaking the kiss looking at you through glazed eyes.

“Off.” He commanded with a low voice snapping the waistband of your panties against your hip. You did as you were told in an instant and watching how he rid himself of his boxers in the same fervour as you make your stomach do flips.

Hongjoong might want to get straight to the main show but you on the other hand was having too much fun and wanted to savour this moment for as long as you possibly could. Returning to your previous position, straddling his hips, you lowered yourself down against his cock, running your soaked core along the length of it, quietly moaning against his lips every time his tip brushed against your clit. You could feel how desperate Hongjoong was just from the way his cock twitched under you and the way his chest was rising and falling at uneven intervals.

“Stop teasing.” He warned biting down on your bottom lip gently making you smile.

“But why, it’s so much fun.” You smile teasingly making sure to follow up your statement with a particularly slow grind making a groan escape his chest and sending your mind reeling.

“I said stop teasing.” Hongjoong grips your hips holding you still in place despite your efforts to continue moving.

“Make me.”

The moment those two words left your lips you were done for. Tightening his grip on your hips he lifted you off him effortlessly, almost light you weighed nothing. it took him a split second to line himself with your core before pushing you down his length, your moans harmonising with his groans as you both bask in the sensation of him stretching you out. You didn’t need a moment to adjust, by this point you were too far gone, the lust taking over. With the bare minimum help needed from Hongjoong you started to slowly bounce, finding a rhythm you can stick with, the only help you needed was his hands on your hips to keep you sturdy, which right now was doing wonders as your pace picked up, if it wasn’t for his hands being where they were you were sure you’d have lost your balance and fallen on him, ultimately killing the mood.

So lost in the sensation and the consistent need to keep Hongjoong’s sweet groans spilling from his mouth you didn’t realise how quickly your legs grew tired, your bouncing gradually slowing down and losing rhythm. Hongjoong noticed your slowing pace before you did, with his fingers digging into your hips he held you in place as he relentlessly fucked up into you, the need becoming too much to settle for slow movements, he was desperate for you both to reach your highs and from the way his cock ached he knew he wasn’t too far off.

Hongjoong taking control had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you flop on top of him, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist hugging you close to his chest feeling how your body trembles with each thrust, and the sound of you moaning his name into his ear only spurred him on even more, thrusting harder and deeper each time until he had your walls clenching around his cock like a vice. Losing composure fast you wanted to warn him how close your orgasm was but nothing came out, your moans turned to pathetic whimpers and whines.

“It’s okay, go with it, don’t hold back.” Hongjoong cooed into your ear coaxing you to let your orgasm ride through you with no problem, which it did soon after, flipping you over on your back to give him full control, the final thrust before you feel off the edge was delivered straight to your sweet spot hitting it exactly the way you like it to the point you couldn’t have held back your orgasm even of you wanted to.

Your walls fluttering around his cock as you slowly came down from your high helped Hongjoong reach his own, he realised he never thought this far ahead, you both went straight into it not thinking to use protection no word on if you were on the pill or not, nothing to tell him what to do. His orgasm a hair away from being released panic set in resulting in him pulling out, painting your abdomen with his cum. The sight was probably the hottest thing you’d ever seen in your life, the way his body shuddered as he relieved himself over you, his breathing heavy and cheeks flushed pink he looked as breathtaking as ever.

Falling onto his back next to you he took a few moments to let himself calm down and recover before even thinking of grabbing something to clean you with. You couldn’t help the small chuckle that left you as you lay next to him, everything that just happened replaying through your mind. You hear a small hum next to you as Hongjoong turns his head to look at your smiling face.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, that was amazing, but it’s got me thinking?” He cocked an eyebrow at you waiting for you to finish your thought.

“Do you act this way to all your babysitters?” You joke and the giggle that followed made it clear to him that you were only messing, yet he still decided to give you an answer.

“Only to the ones I really like.” Now it was your turn to cock an eyebrow at him.

“And how many have had the privilege?” Rolling on his side to fully face you he cupped your face in his hand pulling himself up so he was only inches away from your lips.

“Only one.”

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when jack met cassy

a part of: untouchable au

when cassy entered the mclaren garage on sunday to start getting ready for the canadian grand prix, she firstly found their social media admin and one of her closest friends in the paddock, anne.

mclaren had a close-knit group of girls consisting of cassy, anne, her girlfriend sabrina who was one of two team photographers and charlotte, who was a law student currently doing an internship at mclaren.

it had become a routine for the four of them to sit on the step to the pit wall for a second to chat before any grand prix. it was also usually the time cassy got to ask anne about the vip guests of the weekend which she did first things first ever since she missed when tom holland visited.

“uh, there’s not much going on today. some hockey players should show up though, you know, charlie’s brother and them”, anne looped her in while staring at her ipad. “eh, alright.” cassy murmured, slightly disappointed.

with a last tap of her own papaya-coloured high top converse against anne’s white and orange air force she got up to start getting ready for the race.

jack couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. he was going to see his sister again AND his first f1 race. lottie usually worked for mclaren during the summer break of the academic year, being located in cambridge for her studies, so when she invited him to see both her and the race in canada he instantly said yes.

they agreed to meet just before the entrance to the paddock so she could give him, cole and trevor (who she graciously invited as well) their passes. jack had been jittery the whole way there, not having seen his twin since christmas.

leaning onto a lamp post in front of the gate was a blonde girl, wearing black mom jeans, a mclaren t-shirt tucked into them and orange old school vans. he instantly ran towards her, charlotte barely being able to save the binder she held before jack tackled her into a crushingly tight hug that she returned with equal force.

after she’d given cole and trevor a side hug each and handed each of them a garage pass, the group entered through the gate and lottie talked them through the paddock on the way to the mclaren garage.

after she showed them their spots and told them about the screens and headsets she caught up with jack for a bit before a whirlwind of red curls brushed past them, grabbed her wrist and whisked her away to the steps in front of the pit wall where anne and sabrina had claimed their place already.

“charlotte-i-don’t-know-your-middle-name-hughes! tell me your brother’s not the one in the middle, please” cassy looked at charlotte with wide eyes. “uh, my middle name’s ruby, actually. but yeah, that’s jack. left is cole, right is trevor.” charlotte answered, confusion evident on her face.

cassy only groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “are all your brothers that pretty? your parents must be like greek gods or somethin’” she mumbled into her hands. sabrina smirked, looking at them over her shoulder as she was walking back to the garage with anne, both of them having to work some more before the grand prix. “i think our cass just experienced love at first sight”

charlie gasped and smiled teasingly at that, prying cassy’s hands away from her face. “you gonna make a move?“

“would you like, be okay with that? and are you sure he’s single?” “of course i’m okay with that, cass! i’m not blind you know. also he’s been staring at you like ever since you grabbed me.” cassy tore her eyes away from charlie and towards the garage instead.

the pretty boy from earlier, jack hughes as she now knew, was indeed staring at her. “also, he’s definitely single. i can-” charlie’s sentence and cassy’s staring were interrupted by lando’s voice. “jonesy, hughesy, come on we need to do the rule run down!”

fortunately for jack and less so for cassy, her workspace wasn’t far from the guest area. which meant he could watch her and she couldn’t concentrate because she felt his eyes on her.

the grand prix itself wasn’t too eventful, 11th place for oscar and 13th for lando. both cassy and charlie were needed after the race though, to review the penalty lando had gotten for “unsportsmanlike behaviour”.

charlie’s department handled the rules for each grand prix as well as topics like filing lawsuits over penalties. cassy as one of lando’s engineers was tasked with reviewing all the video material she could get her hands on to find something that could have the penalty taken back, or at least reviewed.

on her way to the conference room though, when cassy passed by jack, she slipped a tiny piece of paper into his hand, catching his eyes quickly to smirk at him.

he wanted to chat her up at least but she was rushed along before his brain could form a single word. instead, he opened the note. it read “you’re really pretty. text me?” with a little heart and a number, presumably her phone number on it.

before he could even try folding the paper back up he was already fighting for balance, both cole and trevor having read the note and started teasingly nudging him with their elbows, matching excited grins on their faces.

“did jacky get himself a girlfrieeeend?” trevor sing-songed into his ear. before he could continue though, charlie apprared in front of them, index finger poking jack’s chest.

“i love you but if you fuck this up i’m not guaranteeing for anything” she warned, serious blue eyes drilling into his identical ones to make sure he understood her. he grabbed her hand, eyes just as serious as hers, and spoke “if i find a way to fuck this up, lottie, please make sure i regret it.”

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Kinktober 31

31. Reverse au

notes: we made it! I’d like to give a big thank you to everyone who’s been consistently reblogging my fics & commenting this month. You’ve given me the push to keep going! I wouldn’t have done this without you. And of course my friend & beta, M. Thank you for looking over my porn and pointing out my spelling mistakes (sincerely). 😌

You are never happier than when you’re with your angel and your demon.

They are two utterly, utterly different souls, brought together by their adoration of each other and of you. You cannot thank the universe enough for them. They are a salve to your soul, the reason you want to come home every day. They are your dearest reward and most stable constant.

They are your husbands, and you love them.

You get home late that night, letting yourself into the back of the plant shop with the keys Crowley trusts you with. There’s two keyrings on them: an AC/DC one Zira got you when you went to see their Back in Black tour back in the 80s, and one you picked up from a museum where some of your finds were being put on display. It has a little dinosaur skeleton motif and reads ‘I dig you’. You laughed at it for so long Crowley bought a handful of them, just in case they ever fell apart.

“Boys?” you call.

“In the dining room, my love!” Crowley chirps. You leave your suitcase by the door, deciding you’ll be bothered to unpack it later, and head towards them.

You grin when you see what they’ve laid out.

“What’s all this?”

The table is set with Crowley’s fine china, three places set by candlelight. Dinner, your favourite, has been set out on serving platters. Even Zira has managed to dress up in a black dress shirt which he has the top buttons undone on and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows for. Crowley is dressed in another new suit, but it’s your favourite colour, so you’ll let it slide without comment.

“We missed you, gorgeous,” Zira says with a grin as he pours you a glass of merlot. Crowley gets up and pulls your chair out for you, and you chuckle at the chivalry of it.

“I’ve only been away for a couple of weeks.”

“Mmm, which is the longest we’ve been apart since that stint in 2008,” Zira remarks.

“Oh, right. The apocalypse thing. I suppose it has, hasn’t it?”

“Well, you’re back now. How was the dig, my love?”

You eat and go into detail about your time away, the site you were excavating. Roman villa. Not one you ever visited personally, but similar enough in style to ones you saw at the time for you to be able to lead the team in the right direction. Your husbands listen, hanging on your every word; Zira eating far more than you actually remember being cooked and Crowley taking the occasional bite and sipping his wine, dabbing his mouth gently with the edge of his napkin.

They love hearing about your day. When you’re all caught up with each other, Crowley reaches across to rest his hand on yours.

“You realise what today is, don’t your darling?”

You furrow your brow.

“Saturday?”

“Well, yes. But it’s our anniversary.”

You immediately start fiddling with your wedding ring, confused.

“No it isn’t? Our anniversary is —”

“Not that one,” Zira says through a mouthful of chocolate cake. “The other one.”

Oh. Oh.

“Oh my god, when we all met each other again. How could I forget?” you whisper. Crowley smiles.

“And when we all fuc—”

“Yes, thank you Zira,” says Crowley, pursing his lips. “You’ve been busy darling, it’s alright.”

You cast your mind back to that night in 1656. You were so desperate for entertainment, your beloved theatre banned by that twat Cromwell, that you accepted an invitation by your friend Davenant to go and see his opera. Sneaky bastard had managed to get around the ban on plays by adding music to his work. You hadn’t been too sure but god were you glad you accepted because who else had been there but two handsome no-longer-strangers you never thought you’d see again.

Yes, the three of you had come back together. And then you came together in one of Davenant’s coat closets when you sneaked away during Act 2. The three of you have been inseparable since.

“Well,” you say, standing up and grabbing both of them by the collar, “I suppose we’d better celebrate.”

Zira kisses you first. He usually does. He tastes of wine and tobacco, a heady mix you’ve long since come to love. He presses you backwards into Crowley’s grasp and your angel begins to undress you, his nimble fingers making short work of everything above your torso. Zira wastes no time before beginning to fondle your chest, grinning as you keen against him.

“Fuck, two weeks is too long,” he growls on your lips.

“Quite right,” Crowley agrees, peppering kisses along the length of your arm, sucking your fingers into his mouth and moaning around them. You capture him in a kiss next, loving the way he begins to whine in need when you show him any attention whatsoever.

“Oh Zira, how did you deal with this one while I was away? Isn’t he a handful?” you say, wickedly, enthralled.

“I used a gag, honestly,” Zira chuckles lowly. Crowley immediately goes pink.

“I, I…”

“You’re a beautiful boy. And so are you, Zira.”

The demon chuckles.

“I scrub up alright.”

You sink to your knees before them, looking up with doe-eyes.

“Come on. I’ve missed being down here. Let me use my mouth, it’s been ever so empty without your cocks in it.”

The sentence has them immediately under your spell. They fiddle with their flies: Crowley on the trousers of his suit, Zira his black jeans which he considers ‘fancy’ wear. Soon they’re both in front of you, dripping and hard.

“Oh, look at the both of you. I’m away for a fortnight and you’re both desperate for me.”

“Yeah,” Zira chokes out, eyes blown wide. You circle a hand around them both and stroke them in tandem, working their shafts with your clever fingers. They’re both so different: Zira’s cock is girthy and thick, ruddy red at the head; Crowley’s longer and more slender with a slight upwards arch. You don’t have a favourite. You like both of them in every hole you have.

You start with Zira, knowing he’s the most impatient, taking him down your throat as you pump Crowley with your hand. The demon growls and buries his hands in your hair, dragging your mouth up and down the length of him as gently as he’s able to.

“Fu-uu-uck, like that, babe,” he growls. You let saliva build up and drip down your chin along with his pre-spend, a filthy cocktail landing on your bare chest. As he gets more ravenous for you you release him with a pop, switching your attention to Crowley, taking him down in one swallow.

“Oh–! Oh my goodness, I–” your angelic husband whines, keening his hips against you, desperate to feel the slide of his length across your tongue. You choke a little in a way that you don’t with Zira, grinning as tears sting your eyes.

You stay like that, fucking one with your hand and the other with your mouth, until you know they’re both about to come. At that point you bring them together, watching them kiss each other as you take the heads of both of them between your lips at once. Your tongue swirls a sinful sonata on them and they come at once, all over your face and chest and down your throat, they groan into each other’s mouths as Zira fists one hand in Crowley’s hair and the other in yours.

You barely have time to recuperate before Zira drags you to your feet, kissing you so he can taste the combined mix of their cum on your tongue. Then with a strength you forget he has he hefts you over one shoulder and Crowley over the other, marching you both to the bedroom as he miracles off his clothes.

“Zira–!” you squeak with glee, reaching down to slap his peachy arse as he goes.

“What? We all said it: two weeks is too long.”

He deposits you both on the bed and you don’t leave it for the rest of the night. They share you between them, sandwiching you between their bodies in the most heavenly and wicked way. Their cocks fill you up at once and they fuck you until you’re nothing but a ragged, exhausted shell between them, dripping with come and decorated with bruises and scratchmarks. All three of you are, actually: the signature of your lovemaking. Messy, intense, and always always gorgeous.

You snuggle between them as you relax in the afterglow. Zira has lit a cigarette and smokes it lazily, exhaling it in rings in the air above your bed. You pet Crowley’s hair and are thoroughly content with it all.

“Happy anniversary, my darlings.”

“Happy anniversary,” Crowley whispers from where his lips rest against your skin.

“Here’s for another four hundred years,” Zira chuckles, and you think you’d like that very much indeed.

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#Fic: the light the dark and the spaces inbetween #Avo’s kt 23 #aziraphale x reader x crowley #crowley x reader x aziraphale #reverse au

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