An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Pairing: Jesse Faden/Emily Pope
Rating: G
Characters: Emily Pope, Jesse Faden, Dylan Faden (Mentioned), Simon Arish (Mentioned), Polaris (Mentioned), Ranger Núñez (OC)
Tags: Angst, Worldbuilding, Missing Scene, Hopeful Ending, Could be read as platonic (if you really want to)
Summary: Acting Director Emily Pope receives some news and thinks about the expectations placed upon her.
Chapter Word Count: 973
Preview:
“Director?”
“Acting Director,” Emily corrects automatically, before looking up from the papers stacked in front of her.
Núñez, one of the Ranger squad leaders, stands in the doorway to her office in HQ. Rain (or whatever passes for rain out here) has slicked his dark hair even darker and glistens against the black mesh of his composite body armor. He’s clearly just gotten back from patrol. One look at his expression—tense, wary, but without the urgency that would accompany an active threat—tells Emily that the news is important, but not life-threatening.
She can also tell she’s fighting a losing battle over the semantics of her current position. One of many she seems to be losing these days.
Urrkk… I felt like I was writhing in agony and dying while recording Lemonade, but then I got to Vanilla and my suffering increased tenfold. I’m not pleased with the pic I drew either, but it’s 3AM and I’m tired and I have a doctor’s appointment in the morning. Fuck me and my poor life decisions lmao
I don’t recommend reading this unless you’re really into indulgent fluff (and bad writing/grammar lmao). I judge my 27-year-old self for writing this.
"Oooooooooh, please tell me you live in a big flowery castle!", Star got excited, watching as Amalia summoned vines and made them bloom on command. The peppy princess nearly got from her seat, lured by the flowery aroma of her new friend.
"How about the biggest tree in the world?". she smirked, "Though I do sleep in a flowery bed."
"Awww, that is so cool! It must be comfy!"
"It is, especially when…"
Her eyes darted to a different table, where Yugo was showing Marco, somewhat sheepishly, his regal, blue robe.
"Lllllet me guess", Star butted in, interrupting Amalia's dreamy state, "Your BF also likes capes, huh?"
"Well, if he doesn't by now, he better starts soon… he is already a king, and he's about to become one again", Amalia explained dreamily, admiring Yugo from afar, the cape hiding his small, yet powerful body.
"Whaaa….?", Star exclaimed, her eyes widening, "You lucky gal! I mean, Marco's gonna be… a duke, I think, once we get hitched, cos we have a few too many queens in the castle right now - long story…", she continued explaining on a single breath.
Amalia did not pay that much attention to Star's ramblings, until she nudged her.
"Okay, no more talking about boys", Star suddenly interrupted, "As a queen, what will be your taxation policy?"
Amalia blinked, stunned by Star's question.
"W-what…?"
But at that point, Star burst into hysterical laughter.
"Ha! I'm just pulling your leg, let's talk more about our boys. I mean…", she rolled her eyes, "They surely are discussing how awesome we are - what else could they be talking about?"
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"No way! You have a flipping dragon for a brother?", Marco exclaimed, "I've had a dragoncycle…"
"Yeah", Yugo smirked, "He is pretty cool, and can shape-shift…"
"I've had a monster arm once", Marco countered, excitement in his voice dying slightly. "It was more of a nuisance, though, but something tells me Star would like it ba-"
"No way!", Yugo suddenly interrupted, mimicking Marco. "My friend has a demon arm! And it is also his sword! And talks! And, yeah, it is a bit of a nuisance too… But they do get along."
"Ekhm."
A sudden grunt interrupted their exchanges, and the two boys faced the somewhat irritated looks of their girlfriends - and their faces alone let them know they've done something wrong. Marco and Yugo automatically sat up, awaiting their reprimands.
"We've been waiting quite a while for our knights to take care of us…"
"…and we shall not wait any longer.", Star finished, mimicking Amalia's tone.
At once, the boys sprang to their feet and offered their hands to escort them out of the spacious lobby. And as they faced the double door to their room, Marco and Yugo hastened to open each wing to the luxurious suite.
Amalia and Star walked in, but as the boys tried to follow them, the princesses spun on their feet and faced them.
"That would be quite alright. Thank you for your escort.", Amalia pronounced to the stunned boys.
"Oh, come on…", Star rolled her eyes. "We can let them in. They can be… useful." She lowered her voice, throwing knowing glances at her hoodied knight, who tried his best to remain gallant. Yugo was equally stumped by Amalia's sudden proclamation.
"Welll…", she pretended to ponder her decision, "All right. We need someone to help us inside."
And with that, the girls let their boys in, letting them fully ogle the opulent, royal room, half-covered in alabaster, half-covered in vines.
"Yes, we better change into our sleeping attires, don't you think?", Star asked, hopping onto her bed, decorated with smaller stars and shining stones.
"Lucky for me, I don't require much… if anything, truth to be told.", Amalia answered, sitting on her leafy mattress.
"Oooh, you naughty gal!"
The ladies looked at their boyfriends, who have been patiently awaiting their commands.
"Well, that is your first order…"
"…help us get out of these clothes."
At that point, Marco an Yugo were glad to be able to finally drop the pretence, but Star quickly reminded them of their role.
"And remember boys, no inappropriate touches or anything. You are just helping us.", she wagged her wand at Marco.
With that reminder, the boys started their slow, meticulous work. Yugo sat behind Amalia and touched her shoulder, glad to feel slight goosebumps that betrayed his princess' stoic demeanour. His fingers touched the skin around the straps of her royal dress and he began moving them sideways, until they fell to the sides, dragging the dress down.
And that revealed her gorgeous, naked, plump breasts… not to Yugo, but Marco.
Or rather it would have, had he not been busy with Star's dress, that, once undone, exposed her white bra, each cup decorated with a heart, much like her cheeks.
Now Marco had another problem to solve: the magical lock holding the bra on…
Meanwhile., Yugo had much easier time undressing his beloved. Amalia stood up, and with a few taunting moves of her thighs, the dress fell to the floor, leaving her in just panties.
Panties which Yugo would love to just tear apart - Amalia grew them using her magic after all - but he started undoing the intricate knots on both sides.
But despite his work, they remained undone, until he heard a soft giggle and understood how he was being played: Amalia was usibg her magic to make the knots more complicated, the more Yugo tried to be gentle.
Which left Yugo no choice, but to grab both sides and slide the panties down, exposing her butt in full. And though that sight was mouth-watering already, he wished he could see her green bush that adorned her opening.
But instead, he was treated with a sight of two heart-shaped areola that surrounded Star's nipples, as well as her blonde bush, trimmed to match the same shapes from her cheeks
As it turned out, Marco was a bit faster with clothes that hid his princess' goodies. The magical clasp - with no visible locking parts - required just a few strokes of his fingers to become undone, generating a soft, barely audible whimper from Star. She wished he could do the same delicate treatment to the soft, sensitive skin around her wings, a sure way to set her in a good mood.
But Marco was playing by her own rules, and left the princess yearning for more.
"Now, at this point, we should ask to be left alone for our beauty sleep…", Amalia spoke, trying to prolong their ruse, as if the fact that they were both stark naked meant nothing.
"But we could use a teddybear each to cuddle!", Star exclaimed, and in a blink of an eye, both women pulled their waiting and undoubtedly frustrated boyfriends onto each other.
But just before Marco and Yugo were about to finally kiss their beloved, they had another order in line.
"We want your mouths…", Amalia spoke, cupping Yugo's reddened cheeks.
"But not here! Worship our glamorous bodies…".
And with that, Marco and Yugo began laying soft kisses across the naked bodies of their princesses, savouring each gasp and giggle that accompanied them, as well as the longing waiting for the next one.
Marco started with Star's breasts, making sure her puffy red nipples receive as much love as possible. Yugo also mimicked him, quickly diving between her bigger mounds to caress that valley.
From there, the boys ventured down, lured by their beloveds' impatient noises ans subtle, but unmistakable smell of heat and desire. Once Yugo went past her bellybutton, he looked down at Amalia's leafy bush, and, as if he spoke the magic word, her thighs opened even wider, giving him the sight of her glistening pussy.
Despite the years of intimacy between the two, Yugo was still mesmerised by that sight - just like he was on that faithful night around the campfire when Amalia allowed him a peek under her short skirt, proving she was equally ready for next great adventure…
Marco was having similar fond remembrances, carefully guiding his tongue around Star's clit, glowing just like her cheeks, pulsating with each delicate caress… He licked her folds, savouring not just the taste, but the shivering his delicate moves have brought. Above him, Star was whimpering, her back arching more as Marco worshipped her opening, twitching invitingly, prompting him to stick a finger between her folds.
"M-Marco!", Star moaned, tossing her head back into the pillow. "I… I want…"
"More!"
Amalia's equally needy cry in response of Yugo's fingerwork caused both girls to exchange knowing, determined looks and give their beloved one more command.
"Well, boys…"
"You were given an order…"
"And you swore to obey your princesses…"
"SO DO IT!"
Yugo and Marco Diaz exchanged slightly worried looks, hearing Star Butterfly and Amalia Sheram Sharm's instructions, as they spread their legs, showing their pusses gleaming with newly formed droplets of liquid desire.
And at the same moment, Yugo and Marco pushed the heads of their cocks against their princesses' openings and sheathed themselves in completely in one, synchronised move.
The room shook with two equally simultaneous moans of two hungry princesses, interpuncted only by soft creaking of the beds they were lying on, now moving rhythmically with their boys' hips.
And the well-timed moves turned into chaos, as each of the boys had to react differently to the glamorous women lying underneath them. As Amalia and Star coiled their arms and legs around their knights' bodies, dictatibg the tempo of their heated love-making, interrupted only with blissful moans.
Yugo was smaller-framed, meaning Amalia's limbs enclosed him like petals, still allowing his hips to dive derep every few seonds or so; Marco and Star embraced a sitting-like position, Marco happily watching Star's cheeks pulse with light every time she bounced on his cock, letting hi m reach her depths.
As their furious love-making continued, the rising voices of the princesses heralded their oncoming, powerful climaxes.
"Marco…"
"Yugo…"
"DON"T STOP!"
But just as the two cried their last command with their mind hazed by bliss… the boys did stop.
The two ceased their frantic bucking, slowing down to tantalising slow speed, causing their girls to recover from their absent-minded states with a sudden, unpleasant realisation their orders were not fulfilled.
"Marco!"
"Yugo!"
The boys suddenly grinned, without losing a connection with their princesses, both getting desperate by the second.
"If you want us to go on…", Marco spoke calmly, synchronising his deliberately slowed down thrusts with stress in his speech.
"…then say it.", Yugo continued.
"…loud and clear."
"You've been dancing around the subject…"
"But we don't want any metaphors."
"Full sentences, please."
Amalia and Star turned their heads, suddenly understanding their predicament, and with their needy, broken voices, they complied with their boyfriends' demand, whimpering their names.
"Marco…"
"Yugo…"
"FUCK US!", they both cried, their voices rising, as their boyfriends fulfilled theses wishes, filling them full time after time, feeling their oncoming, delayed orgasms. But with each thrust, the princesses continued their demands…
"Rut us!"
"Make my ass sore!"
"I don't want to feel my legs tomorrow…"
And when they've noticed the familiar whimpering tone in the boys; voices, they've answered the question on their minds.
"Don't you dare pull out!"
"Fill us up!"
"We-we know it's risky…"
"In other words…"
After a long second, the two verbalised their final, well-anticipated and very clear order.
"BREED US!", they both cried out, their voices only strengthening, as Marco and Yugo resumed their duties, fucking them with gusto, resulting in Star and Amalia locking their arms and legs around their bodies, in an irrational fear they might stop.
They peppered them with quick, hungry kisses, interspaced with fragmented descriptions of their deepest desires their delicious torture has finally brought to the top and were now shamelessly spoken in sharp gasps.
"Knock your princess up…"
"I want to give you a whole planet of Eliatropes…"
"…join Mewni and Earth properly…"
"…fuck me like a whore from Brakmar…"
"…let's start a new dynasty…"
"…don't waste a drop of your seed…"
"…you'll be a wonderful father…"
"…best dad…"
"Pump us full of your cum!", they cried amidst their babbling, embracing their boyfriends' oncoming climaxes.
Yugo and Marco made sure to coordinate their moves, seeing Amalia and Star held their hands, entwining their fingers, bracing for the surge of pleasure.
At the same moment, the boys hilted deep into their princesses, roaring their lovers' names, just as they did the same.
And with that proclamation of love came the boys' offerings, in form of two thick gushes of cum poured into the princesses' chambers in dozen of hefty bursts, each accompanied by a moan, cry, kiss, gasp and tightening of limbs.
With each shot of virile, potent gushes of seed filling their wombs, the girls climaxed anew, their bodies spasming, legs shaking and each feeling the other one's trembling, sharing their deeply erotic pleasure. Having fallen into vicious cycle of pleasure, they were determined to squeeze every drop from their lovers and kiss them for each one…
It has taken five minutes of so before the four young lovers could breathe normally, having returned from their orgasmic high, and each looked into the eyes of their loved one, exchanging silent declarations of love.
With their bodies no longer twitching, the girls relaxed their grips on their lovers, allowing them to slowly pull out, and, as their fingers spread their tired pussies, let them marvel at pearly blobs of seed that would have surely spilled out, had the girls decided not to sample their taste…
The sight of their copious work, warming their girlfriends from inside has awoken a rather nagging thought in Yugo's and Marco's brains, no longer obscured by the orgasmic bliss. The boys exchanged somewhat worried looks and with a difficult question on their minds, it has taken a few minutes for Marco to gather courage to verbalise.
"So… did-did you really mean all-all that stuff about…"
"…about… starting families?"
Amalia and Star looked at each other; their dreamy, tired smiles turning into victorious, sly grins. Amalia reached towards her leafy handbag, letting a vine lift it up, while Star waved her Wand, both producing small vials of sparkling liquids, from which they both took a sip.
"The real question is… Do you want to know if we're safe and have been safe this whole time…", Amalia started.
"…or do you want to continue blissfully breeding your brides-to be like begging bitches, until you break the beds?", Star finished in a single breath.
A breath she would need to replenish soon, as Marco and Yugo exchanged knowing looks in turn once again. A moment ago they were sure they'd need a whole day to recover, but now, hearing those inviting words, they grabbed their princesses and lunged themselves into them, pushing their overflowing cum back into their potentially protected pussies to do another test run, knowing well one day they would be royally knocking them up for real… even if they weren't sure if that time would come in a few years, or a few minutes.
what if the opening of control resonant is us playing as jesse going batshit as the new resonance corrupts her and she accidentally lets the oldest house break containment….what if she’s covered in blood….what if….
the fact that I went from so afraid Emily wasn't going to be in Resonant at all to getting a trailer narrated by her in less than a week is giving me whiplash
Jesse pulling the same thing she did towards the end of the foundation dlc where she ran off to fix things leaving Emily to worry about her safety except this time Jesse didn’t come back
i love that star wars comic where padmé's surviving handmaidens hold a last stand against vader but honestly if i were them i would have dedicated the rest of my life to the most comprehensive and inescapable fake haunting in the history of the galaxy. man should not be allowed two successive heartbeats without seeing his dead wife's face gazing soulfully at him across the room and slipping away before anyone sees. literally what else is the point of being a highly trained operative capable of perfectly imitating your best friend if not to torment her husband for decades after she's gone.
oh boy max is going on about marinette dupain-cheng again huh
another tiktok genius just brought to my attention a sparkling new parallel from my day 1 my sweet ass dumb ass fuckin kids show: miraculous ladybug 💫 yeah so i’m gonna bitch about that for abt 2.5 scrolls gather here Marinette Is Actually Really Deep And Complicated lovers xoxo:
marinette (miraculous ladybug) let adrien believe that the scarf she hand made for him in the first episode (?) was actually from his father. his father passed off the responsibility of a birthday present for his son to natalie who wrote it to be from gabriel, and etc etc. marinette didn’t want to ruin his joy (at receiving anything but a motherfucking pen. for his birthday) and this lie was long forgotten
this is… diabolically similar to the larger, actually *largest and most crucial* problem in the present… where marinette has concealed monarchs true identity.. to protect adrien’s feelings..
i can overlook a substantial amt of plotholes and lazy writing throughout this show while commending the overarching themes/arcs.. but wtf is this supposed to mean??? i mean i love it. because marinette is just a fuckin girl and i have a complex understanding of her obsession w adrien (i know this girls mental illnesses better than u. swear) but does this overall point at marinette being stuck in her ways? or is it lazy writing????
we’ve had full episodes dedicated to reliving every moment where marinette (and a few of the other characters of yall know the ep i’m talking abt) has changed, made deliberate change from her past struggles and gone left when she’d usually go right, and she’s grown to have so much responsibility i fear we’re incapable of understanding the machinations of this 15yro girls mind. she’s thoughtful, she’s paranoid, she’s plot armored her way thru every confrontation ever except when they really just swoop by her ass (felix u dirty man). so what does it mean that this specific blind spot is completely magnified in the current season?
are we just chilling now, waiting to see her hang herself with responsibility and consequences as the metaphysical and elite secret society worlds work against her?? like she made the decision to lie—alix said in the goddamn london edge of time special, what, 18-24 hours after the finale of s5?, that her decision is final and to change it would rewrite the universe, a different timeline. it doesn’t matter how recently that decision was made; it was the crux of timelines and marinettes gotta 🧽🧽suck it up right the fuck now. we didn’t need natalie to yank marinette out of the agreste mansion and lecture her on how their decision was final; she’s known that since day 1 post-armageddon!
marinettes faced with picking up the pieces while free falling, thrust into a new horrifying world that, wild guess, no other marinette is facing. for better or for worse, she’s trying to find her way. all of this fuckass mess, and she’s still got her north star: adrien. he gives purpose to everything she does, but would any other marinette have gone as far, as *consistently* as our marinette has? are other marinettes as deeply fixated and guided to their fate by this blonde haired clueless boy as ours is?
i felt like i almost reached smth here but i just can’t pin it down. marinette is sooooo special like i am in her shoes. i am seeing her world thru her eyes. i need to make a thought network on her someday just to see how my character analysis skills look after all this time.
final note: reading all this byler shit on ao3 and analyzing ST characters has my shit all wired. also i like when characters are written to be predictable, understandable thru most of their arcs. death note has me all screwy bc im not supposed to be attached to or truly love any one character bc all these bitchass mofos represent concepts and characters from the bible n shit and there’s arcs and relationships i don’t understand bc *i don’t fw religion idk the bible like that dude*. i was baptized when i was a teenager but all i remember is trying not to black out nauseous every time we had to kneel for more than a few minutes. the liturgy was the only peace of mind and every pastor i met in those fucked up 2 years was a different flavor. god ANYWAYS goodnight pookies hope some marinette lovers are out there feeling some kinda way about this.
Miraculous is so funny, it’s a show about 14 yos being superheroes and having relationship problems but also in the background there’s a chain smoking evil bisexual single mother pining after her 2 dead employers while also trying to run the fashion company she inheriting from them and running errands for the illuminati
