#*sniff* we've come so far...

[suuuupernovaaa]

Treat | Hobie Brown x f!Reader

Your innocent image is shattered when Hobie finds your hidden piercing.

Art credit.

Requested by @friedturtlewhispers. Essentially this, with a different piercing.

Mature. Smut. 18+.

The show hasn't been over for two minutes yet when I feel two strong hands on my waist, gripping tight and pulling me backwards. I nearly spill my drink on the already sticky floor of this underground bar as Hobie spins me around, and brings his lips crashing down on to mine.

"Oh!" I let out a muffled gasp of surprise, and feel Hobie's lips turn up into a smile as they still rest against mine. He pulls away, and takes my drink out of my hand. He brings it to his nose, and takes a sniff. "Gin?" He wrinkles his nose, and I open my mouth to defend my choice, but he's already downed it in one gulp.

"Let's get out of here," he says, grabbing my hand and pulling.

"Oh, okay - bye!" I say over my shoulder to the guy I was talking to at the bar - a big fan of the band, who stands with his jaw agape. I find it awkward to mention that I'm sort of, semi, casually but not really casually, dating a band member. It feels like bragging, probably because I'm so proud of it.

We're outside in the cool night air before I know it, and there's a ringing in my ears from the show.

"Did you like it?" Hobie asks as we turn right, heading towards my apartment.

"I always like it," I reply, squeezing his hand. "Why did we leave so fast?"

He leans over, smirking down at me. "I want to be alone with you."

--

As I flop back onto the couch, I hand Hobie the beer he requested. He takes it, and immediately leans forward, setting it on the coffee table. before even taking a drink.

Unable to help myself, I pick it up and place it on the coaster that was only inches away.

Hobie rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. "You can't spend your whole life cleaning up after me."

I shrug. "Sure I can."

He bumps his shoulder into mine, and I lean back into him. Even though I enjoy spending the weekends out with Hobie, lingering in the bars after his shows until the wee hours, it feels so much more my speed to be back home before midnight, relaxed on the couch, just the two of us.

"This is nice," I say with a contented sigh. Hobie's feet are up on the coffee table, and my legs are crossed, one of my knees resting in his lap. He runs his fingers over my bare leg, starting on my shin and up over my knee. The lights are off, and the dull light of a horror film is the only thing lighting the room. I don't really like scary movies, but Hobie enjoys them as background noise.

I lay my head on his shoulder as his hand moves further up, brushing against the fabric of my skirt, and pausing for a moment as if to ask for permission.

We've been seeing each other for a while, enjoying each other's company and getting to know each other, but physically, it hasn't gone all that far. It almost has, a few times, but Hobie's always had some emergency to attend to.

I feel a little foolish... but I'd almost like to be able to call him my boyfriend before we go any further. I know we're adults, but the label means something to me, anyway.

When I don't protest, his fingers snake up under my skirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake. My breathing is coming more rapidly now, my heart pounding, and his fingers are almost at my panties now. I'm stiff as a board, tense, waiting for his next move.

"Before we... can I ask you something?" I say.

"Anything, love," he replies, but doesn't move his hand. He's tracing soft circles on my inner thigh, and it's hard to gather my thoughts. I remove my head from his shoulder so I can look at him.

His eyes are dark, his lips parted just slightly, and when I glance down, I see the bulge in his pants. I feel an ache in my lower stomach, and wetness between my thighs.

"Are you, or like, am I your..." The words are going as fast as they're coming, and my mouth is dry.

"You're my girl. My only girl. I'm yours." His words are assertive, sure, and his gaze is locked steadily on mine.

I grab his shirt, pulling him to me for a desperate kiss, so elated with his words and so beyond ready for him to do absolutely anything he wants to me.

Leaning back to lay on the couch, I pull him so that he's on top of me, he settles between my legs while his tongue explores my mouth.

His hand finds its way up my thigh again, and runs underneath the waistband of my underwear. His thumb dips down and brushes softly over my clit, and I gasp.

So does he.

"What's that?" he asks, and a blush settles over my cheeks. He sits up just a little, so he can look me in the eyes. "Is that a... piercing?"

I purse my lips a little and nod. "Yes."

"Fuck me, Y/N." He brings his mouth back to mine with twice the fervor of before, and pulls my panties to the side as he does, running two warm fingers over my clit, down to my entrance, and back. "I can't believe... you have that pierced. Oh, fuck, I'm so hard," he moans into my mouth, and I arch my back off the couch as he uses his fingers to trace circles around my piercing.

"Oh, Hobie," I moan, grasping his back. He sits up suddenly, removing his hand from me, and I collapse back onto the couch in a huff.

He takes his vest and shirt off, and then pulls my panties and skirt down over my legs. There isn't a moment to breath before his face is between my legs, and he takes my clit into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, then dragging his tongue down to my entrance to gather the wetness that is quickly forming there.

"Hobie!" I gasp, holding his shoulders tightly. He doesn't let up. He brings up two fingers, teasing at my entrance as he takes my clit back into his mouth, and pushes them gently inside me. "Oh, God," I moan, pressing down onto his fingers as they fuck me.

He's making the most delicious noises, humming and grunting and moaning as he works, showing me no mercy. I feel absolutely desperate with need, and every time he thrusts his fingers in, I grind down on them.

"Oh, god, oh, shit," I gasp as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. He rolls the piercing around his mouth with expert precision, working delicately and then biting down, keeping me always guessing, driving me to ecstasy.

He pulls away just for a moment to look up at me. "Cum for me," he demands, and when he brings his lips back to my swollen mound, I explode. I scream his name as I do, unashamedly loud in my orgasm, and he continues his assault, giving me wave after wave of pleasure, until I am absolutely exhausted.

He brings his head up to mine, and grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"What the fuck, Y/N?" he says with a teasing smile, and kisses me firmly. "That's a hell of a surprise."

I grin shyly back at him. "That's the point."

"You're so... innocent. Your ears aren't even pierced! You almost never swear. You go to church, for christ sake!"

I roll my eyes. "Only on holidays with my parents."

"Still," he replies with a laugh. "What a fuckin' treat."

#hobie brown #Hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #Hobie brown fic

[sweetandgentlecreature]

May I request some jealous Henry with lots of fluff, please? 🥹❤️

You got it, babe! I may have taken a bit of a liberty with this one. I got a thought in my head and had to get it out, so I'm sorry if it wasn't quite what you'd imagined, lol. Thanks for stopping by!

Warnings: a little bit of angsty homesickness, some raunchy banter, and plenty of fluff in the form of a cow/bear/pig

"So...What are you wearing?"

"Henry!"

His laughter fills the room. Another night apart means another night alone in bed. Distance is always hard on a relationship, and though you've been through your share of time apart, it doesn't make it any easier this time around. At least it's just for a couple of weeks, while he's off running the press gauntlet for the newest season of The Witcher. It's bittersweet this time around. The last several months have been hard, watching him mourn the loss of a project he loved so much, and it sucks that you couldn't be there for him now. The plan was for him to go off and do everything abroad, then you'd meet back up and join him at the premiere in London. In the meantime though, all this waiting was driving you nuts.

The house is dark, except for the glow of the bedside lamp that illuminates the room that you're used to sharing with your man and his bear. Kal is used to tagging along for most adventures, and it's clear that he's a bit disappointed about having to stay behind as well. His ears perk up at the sound of his dad's voice, but doesn't bother to investigate further. He's far too comfy to move.

"Come on, love. Just a peek?"

Henry is a menace, and he knows what that does to you. With those beautiful eyes and that cheeky little grin, you could never tell him no. Throwing the blankets aside, you reach out to adjust the screen of your laptop to give him the perfect view of your sexiest fleece pajama bottoms.

"Hey!" he protests. "That's my shirt!"

"Yeah, and?

Even now, propped up in the bed of a hotel room a couple thousand miles away, Henry couldn't hide from you. The banter was just a facade, a distraction to keep you from seeing just how much he missed you. He thought he'd built a wall of stone to keep you from knowing, but in reality, it was just a pane of glass. One look and it shattered around him.

Henry sighs. He doesn't have to speak for you to know what he's feeling, because you feel it too. It's an odd sensation, feeling so homesick when you're still at home. You look down at the t-shirt you're wearing. The gray one he wore in the Durrell Challenge a few years back. Even though its been sitting in the back of the closet for a while, it still smells like him. That's why you picked it.

"What time is it there?" you ask, but it's clear by the look in his eyes just how tired he is. Must be getting pretty late, even for an insomniac gamer like him.

"Late. But I don't have anything planned for the morning, so don't worry."

You sit in silence for a moment, both of you laying on your sides facing each other just as you would if he were here with you now. When you open your mouth to speak, to finally admit just how much you miss him, you're cut short by a loud, rumbling snort from the foot of the bed. The culprit lets out a yawn ("Good yawn!") and a stretch ("Big stretch, bubba"), then works his way up the bed to nose at the keyboard a bit.

"Uh oh. We've woken the bear," you tease, rubbing the beast behind his ears as he circles the space he's made between you and the computer to rest in. Kal sniffs and sighs to voice his disappointment, then settles down again to snooze for a little while longer.

"Keeping Mumma company, I see," Henry smirks. "I might even let it slide that you've let him on the bed."

You shrug, grinning ear to ear as you ruffle Kal's mane. "When the wolf's away..."

That struck a nerve. Maybe it's the jetlag finally catching up to him, or maybe its the distance. You can see it in the shift in his eyes, the tense of his jaw. It makes you snort with laughter.

"Oh, come on, Cavill. Look at that face. You can't possibly be jealous of him. You'll get plenty of snuggles the moment you're home." Then you wink. "Snuggles, and then some."

The wrinkles on his brow disappear, and he realizes just how silly it is to be jealous of the dog. Better to be jealous of him than someone else, at least. Shaking his head, he laughs. What an idiot. Either way, it's good enough for now. Henry shifts to prop himself up on an elbow to look down at the screen. He's sure you'll make good on your promise. In the meantime...

"Now," he says with a grin. Good ole Henry, always back to business as per usual. "Care to flash me a tit?"

#requests #henry cavill #henry cavill fic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill one shot #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavil x reader

[thetypingpup]

Hi I'm the anon with the Lucifer/Demon Hybrid Mingi

Hear me out:

Corruption kink?

I know it's basic and we've been getting a lot of it with your badboy Yuta but stay with me

You're an angel and have been visited by Demon Mingi who slowly corrupts you and let's introduce Demon Hwa too cause why not?

Taking both of their cocks at once, whispered words of encouragement and phrases like, "who knew such an angel would know how to swallow dick like this?" "Fuck, your pussy's so tight and you keep clenching around me, does fucking two demons get you that horny?"

Large, fleshy wings cast dark shadows over your salacious acts. Your wings flutter as the demon shoves his cock down your throat. This one is new. He said his name was Seonghwa, a detail that quickly imprinted itself on your mind. His taste is different, heavier, laced with something heady that mingles with his musk and makes your head spin. His claws emerge, though the subtle sharp press is nothing compared to the rough grip he has on the back of your head. He stands still, leaving you to lean up and suckle on his length. Your jaw aches with the effort to take him all, yet you’re so far gone that the ache only adds to your arousal. You manage to swallow around his shaft, all the way up to the fleshy knot that presses against your stretched lips. You hear his rough sounds of pleasure, musings about how good you are with your mouth amidst feral grunts and growls. Your throat squeezes around his cock delectably, and your face burns as you feel rivulets of precum dripping right down your throat. The tapered tip reaches a spot within your throat that makes your eyes roll back, and heated arousal gushes from your centre. Your scent is thick in the air, almost overpowering the erotic musk of two demons having their way with you.

The other demon, Mingi, spreads your legs and shamelessly sniffs between them. You squirm, whining as best you can with your throat stuffed with cock, but Mingi holds you in place. He leers at you with glowing eyes and remarks, “You fucking love this, don’t you angel? You love the taste of demon dick that much?”

Before you have the chance to be embarrassed, Mingi shoves your panties to the side and starts fucking you with his tongue. Licking up your arousal, his long tongue indulgently explores your innermost depths. The heat of the flexible muscle wriggling within you makes you squirm in delight, your hips twisting with a jolt whenever he reaches the right spot. He hums deep in his throat, feasting on you, and when you moan and gasp it makes you gag on Seonghwa’s cock, much to his delight. 

Seonghwa leans his head back and growls in bliss as your throat clamps down around him. “Fuck I bet you can cum just like this, can’t you angel? Bet you can cum just from sucking my dick.”

You clench around Mingi’s tongue at his words, hips arching up against his mouth. Your wings flutter in what should be indignance, but all you feel now is abashed arousal. You know you shouldn’t let yourself be defiled this way, and especially not by demons, but you’ve come to crave the illicit euphoria they have to offer. You’ve come to ache for that kind of pleasure, the kind you were never allowed to seek in the bounds of heaven. You’ve come to yearn to be beneath them, to pleasure them in ways you can’t bring yourself to speak aloud. You’ve come to desire being theirs to toy with, as much as you desire them themselves. 

Seonghwa pulls back and you let out a ragged gasp, finally able to breathe. A distinct emptiness in your throat is emphasized by each gasp of air you gulp down, and suddenly you long for him to shove his throbbing cock into your throat once more. Your mind whirls, lightheaded from breathlessness and your racing thoughts. You can feel your halo is askew, barely hovering above your head, its holy light dimmed by the blinding glare of molten rock. You slump against the wall of stone they cornered you against, your ripped robes barely draped over your body, most of your bare skin exposed to the elements. You are but one step from being a true fallen angel, ruined beyond repair.

Mingi laughs softly, satisfied by the sight of your corrupted countenance, and spreads your legs wider as he remarks, “Are you sure you’re an angel, or just a slut with pretty wings?”

Right now, your excitement outweighs your shame, and you clench around nothing at his words.

Seonghwa caresses your face, avidly admiring how you look, “Mmm, you’re fucking gorgeous angel, and even prettier with your mouth stuffed full of cock.”

In the next moment you taste him again, his cock pushing past your lips and back down your throat. With automatic obedience, you start sucking without him needing to ask, much to his demented delight. You suppose you liked hearing him call you angel that much, even in such a vulgar context. Mingi resumes feasting on your pussy, growling like a hungry beast as he devours your delicate centre. You feel your pleasure beginning to mount, your hips moving on their own accord as they cant up and against Mingi’s mouth, chasing your release.

“You were made for this, angel.” Mingi hums between long sweeps of his tongue over your pussy, “Made to be a pretty little cockslut, made for us to enjoy.”

Made for this. You were made to be a demon’s toy.

His words were the final push you needed to finally tip you over the edge. Right as you cum, Mingi finally enters you with his cock. His huge, thick length slides into you in one smooth motion, plunging into you as if he belongs there. He keeps your legs spread and grinds his hips into you, enjoying the feeling of you clenching around him and dripping onto him. He’s always been addicted to the feeling of an angel’s orgasm, and the feeling of his cock only intensifies your ecstasy. He purposefully presses against a point of pleasure within you that has you crying out into the night, has blinding white taking over your vision, and has your entire body consumed with erotic delight.

You slump back as you come down, resting on the plush feathery embrace of your wings. You look up to see they’re still hard, still throbbing, still dripping with copious amounts of precum that you long to taste.

“I hope you didn’t think that was it, angel.” Mingi hums with a sweet purr, a rough growl added to his voice as he grabs your hair, “We’re not done with you yet. Besides, I think you should show Seonghwa how good you feel when you’re cumming on his cock.”

“There will be time for that.” Seonghwa agrees, taking your chin in his grasp and staring you down. “But first, I wanna see how well you’ve taught her to beg.”

#ateez smut #ateez seonghwa smut #ateez mingi smut #monsterfucking #tw monsterfucking

[robininthelabyrinth]

Soo, funny story, turns out celestial mountains can move? So JC finds BSSR and instead of receiving his brother's core and tragedy ensuing, he gets his core fixed, has an illuminating weekend with his brother's extended family, and maybe comes back with backup.

ao3

Untamed

"All right, you all know your parts," Wei Wuxian said, pacing back and forth in a tight circle. "We've got everything we need for the transfer. We're ready."

"We are exactly as ready as we were the last time you said that," Wen Qing said waspishly. Despite her harsh tone, due was clearly nervous, alternating between fiddling with her tools and fingering the veiled hat Wei Wuxian had given her to hide her true identity - the story Wei Wuxian had spun to throw Jiang Cheng off the scent of what was really going to happen would only work if he sincerely believed that she was the fabled Baoshan Sanren. "He won't know a thing. Stop fretting."

"I'm not fretting -"

"Why isn't he here yet?" Wen Ning wondered. "It's not that long a path up the mountain. Even if he was blindfolded, shouldn't he be here already?"

Wei Wuxian started, then exchanged worried glances with Wen Qing. They hurried to the overlook point of the cliff, but no matter how they looked, they couldn't see a single trace of Jiang Cheng, not even his shadow.

-

"Uuuuuh no you're not," the lady said when Jiang Cheng told her he was Wei Wuxian. "You don't - you don't have the right face for it, okay? Cangse Sanren was a bit more - her face - there was this indefinable sort of - listen, I'm not possessed with an overwhelming desire to smack you right now so you can’t be him."

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Jiang Cheng found himself having to swallow down a snort of agreement - Wei Wuxian really did have that indefinable sort of quality.

"I could take after my father?" he suggested, though he'd mostly given it up as hopeless already.

Sure enough, the lady let out a bark of laughter - it sounded oddly like a bird's call - and said, "No way. Not that much! Anyway, why does it matter who you are?"

At that point, because Jiang Cheng was exhausted and hurting and blindfolded and still managed to see all his barely-resurrected hopes dying in front of him regardless, he burst into tears.

"Oh no," Baoshan Sanren said, sounding distinctly alarmed in a way that - if Jiang Cheng wasn't currently in the middle of humiliating himself - would have made him laugh because of how similar it was to Wei Wuxian being confronted by an emotion. "No, no, no, don't- please - I hate crying - just tell me what the matter is - someone help he's still crying -"

Eventually Jiang Cheng managed to squeeze the whole stupid story out, aided by the kind hands and helpful (or not so helpful) translations being offered by Baoshan Sanren's disciples.

"You can help him, right?" the littlest one asked, tugging on Jiang Cheng's sleeve defensively. He was twelve or thirteen or something - the others called him Xiao-shidi, so that was either his surname or a nickname - but he was a sweetheart that reminded Jiang Cheng of his sister. "Shifu, you'll help him, won't you?"

"I'm talented but no one can make golden cores out of nothing," Baoshan Sanren protested, but the little Xiao started crying, too. "No! No tears! Stop that -"

"But it's just so sad," he wailed, and then one of the other disciples, a girl who had a manner of speaking that suggested Wei Wuxian only tougher by far, gave a loud and thoughtful sniff.

"Don't you dare," Baoshan Sanren hissed. "Don't give me that, you're not even upset! You don't cry over anything, you little beast. You're just trying to bully your shifu!"

"Is it working?" the girl asked, sounding amused. "I could squeeze out some for the cause."

"It's all right, you don't have to," Jiang Cheng said, hating how his voice was still all watery and breaking even though he was finding this pretty funny. "If there's nothing she can do, there's no point, just leave her alone -"

"That's worse," Baoshan Sanren wailed. "No! Not the self-sacrificing routine!”

It wasn’t a routine!

“That’s the problem! I can handle everything but sincerity - ahhh, I hate this. All right, all right, you win, you brats. I'll fix him."

"But you said -" Jiang Cheng started to say.

"I know what I said," she cut him off, grumbling. "And I can't grow one from nothing. But – and I’m going to tell you in advance, this will be unpleasant – I can go get yours from the moment before you lost it and give it back to you."

"What? How does that work? I don't understand..."

"Time doesn't work right on the mountain. It's always the same time, even when it's not; that's why no one can come back after they've left," the girl said, sounding arrogant and carefree in a most familiar way, and Jiang Cheng's grief-fuzzed brain made a connection there that was so appalling that it couldn't possibly be true. "You up for some pain and agony if it gets you your core back, my friend?"

"Y-yeah? I mean, yes. Anything."

"All right," Baoshan Sanren said. Her raspy voice had turned into even more of a croak: it was like listening to a crow try to speak. Also, Jiang Cheng couldn't see, having not removed the useless blindfold, but he had the strangest feeling that she was smaller than before - he'd already assumed she was a wizened old thing, but for a moment she seemed no larger than a especially plump chicken. "Hold on tight, boy - here we go!"

-

"I greatly appreciate all your efforts on behalf of the Sunshot Campaign," Nie Mingjue said, and Wei Wuxian wondered if his greatest strength as the grand commander of the unified forces of the cultivation world wasn’t his saber or his command but his ability to sound completely sincere. "Murdering Wen-dogs by the score, going after critical targets, providing intelligence, even getting Mistress Wen and her brother to defect...but have you considered giving it a rest?"

Wei Wuxian choked.

It wasn't that he was surprised by the request - he'd heard it whispered for a while that he was doing too much, too fast, too viciously. He'd hunted down Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu and harried them into the Burial Mounds, using the power there to tear them to pieces despite their army - if it hadn't been for Wen Qing helping him, he might have torn himself apart in the process. It wasn't healthy for someone with a golden core to use resentful energy the way he did, she had explained. She at one point told him that she was essentially using a bucket to scoop it out of his meridians like a boat that had taken on water.

Yet he kept using it - hunting squads, battalions of Wen, supporting the other sects from the shadows, months of effort - and never mind the worried expressions on Wen Qing's face, on Wen Ning's face, even Lan Wangji, who had just turned up at their camp one day and refused to leave...no, Wei Wuxian wasn't surprised by the request.

He just hadn't expected it to be phrased like that.

"I can't," he said, recovering a moment later. "As long as there are Wen-dogs out there - from the other side, I mean - the Jiang sect hasn't been avenged."

"I know that," Nie Mingjue said with...admirable restraint, actually. Wei Wuxian cringed a little as he remembered that Nie Mingjue was involved in this war for the purpose of avenging his father's death at Wen Ruohan’s hands. "But that's not your job. It's time to stop playing lone wolf and return to the sect that raised you. If nothing else, Jiang Wanyin could use a right hand man."

Wei Wuxian stared. He'd searched furiously for Jiang Cheng without success, days and nights stretching out endlessly only for hope to fade and be replaced by a frantic need for revenge; it had been that desperation, mixed with guilt over losing her prospective patient, that had convinced Wen Qing to officially defect. And now Nie Mingjue was saying - what? That he, Wei Wuxian, was the one missing in action? 

That he knew where Jiang Cheng was?

"...he's been recruiting to resurrect the Jiang sect for the last month down by Qingjiao. Did you not know?"

Wei Wuxian hadn't. Jiang Cheng was - fine? All right? How could he have gotten to Qingjiao in the state he'd been in?

And...recruiting? How could someone without a golden core recruit? Nie Mingjue didn't seem to know about the loss, or he would have mentioned it, surely - everyone would be talking about it - had Jiang Cheng found some other way? But how? And why hadn't he come to find Wei Wuxian?

Well, in fairness, Wei Wuxian wasn't making himself easy to find, traveling in secret with only his few companions. But still...

"He really does need support," Nie Mingjue said. "He has Mistress Jiang, but she's not the martial type, and that little sworn brother he picked up from who-knows-where might be a brilliant talent and a hero for the ages in the making, but Baoshan Sanren's disciple or not, the kid is still only half-grown -"

"Baoshan Sanren's what?!"

"Jiang Wanyin's little sworn brother. His name is Xiao Xingchen, and he's twelve. Maybe fourteen. Far too young, in my opinion -"

"I'm sorry," Wei Wuxian interrupted. "I have to go now. Right now."

-

"About time you showed up," Jiang Cheng said, though his snide words were belied by the wide grin on his face and the way he pulled Wei Wuxian into a fierce hug. "I heard you've been doing wonders in the three months and a day I was gone, and in the month since I’ve been back...you got those Wen to defect, invented a new type of cultivation...what's this I hear about you and Lan Wangji sharing a camp, huh? I thought he hated you."

"Uh, no, turns out that was a misunderstanding," Wei Wuxian - who was currently sharing a lot more than a camp with Lan Wangji once that misunderstanding had been cleared up after Wen Qing had lost patience with what she termed their 'ridiculous mutual pining' - said blankly. It was probably just his imagination, but he fancied that he could feel the golden core under Jiang Cheng's skin, shining bright, as familiar as his own. If he hadn't known what he knew, he would never have thought... "What happened? How did you...?"

"Baoshan Sanren fixed it! Just like you said...though you went to such lengths, with the blindfold and pretending to be you and all that. Apparently it wasn’t necessary at all!"

"Uh, right. My…mistake."

Jiang Cheng pulled him into another hug, nice and tight, and whispered into his ear, "You had better not have been planning to transfer me yours, you bastard."

Wei Wuxian blanched. How had he figured it out..?

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Jiang Cheng said, releasing him and rolling his eyes. "You're a lot like your mother, you know?"

"My mother? What are you talking about?"

Jiang Cheng's crooked grin was the most wonderful thing Wei Wuxian had ever seen. 

"It's a long story," he said. "Probably as long as yours, for explaining everything you've been up to for the past few months...but we'll have time to talk it over. Baoshan Sanren is big fan of talking things over, almost to the point of ridiculousness, but I think she has a point, even if none of her disciples agree. It's made me feel better these past few months, anyway, talking about what happened, whether with the Wen sect or even just frustrations I had growing up..."

He laughed at Wei Wuxian's dumbfounded expression.

"Like I said," he said. "Long story. Come meet little Xiao, will you? We're going to need to work together and put in all our efforts to keep him out of trouble -"

"He's a brat, then?"

"No, worse: he's an idealist. You'll understand when you meet him."

Wei Wuxian let himself be dragged along by Jiang Cheng's eagerness, and he was about halfway across the new Jiang sect camp before it suddenly struck him that this was really happening. That Jiang Cheng was back, alive and healthy beyond Wei Wuxian's wildest dreams, whole once more in both mind and body - that they were side by side once more, finally back on track to fulfill his childish promise of them being the Twin Heroes to match the Twin Jades - that his lies had somehow transmuted to truth, and it was all resolved without sacrifice...

The first smile in what felt like months stole across Wei Wuxian's face. 

"All right," he said, laughing and slapping Jiang Cheng on the back as hard as he could. "Show me this new little brother of yours - I can't wait to spoil him rotten!"

"Tease him to death, you mean!"

"No, no, I can be good! Wen Qing has this little cousin, an orphan, I've been helping out with him - I have child-rearing skills -"

"I don't believe a word of it. Is it Mistress Wen or Second Master Lan that does all the work?"

"...Wen Ning, mostly, but that's not the point..."

Life, Wei Wuxian thought to himself, was good once more.

#mdzs #wei wuxian #wen qing #jiang cheng #baoshan sanren #cangse sanren #xiao xingcheng #nie mingjue #my fic #my fics #short old ficlets that I keep forgetting to post

[zablife]

Hi there. 😊 This is a request for some John Shelby fluff. How about John gets arrested in a raid and his favorite girl, a prostitute he pays well to keep off the streets visits him regularly at jail. One day the guard takes pity and money she saved and opens his cell for a little while so they can actually embrace? 🤷🏽‍♀️

Prison Visit

John x female reader

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph what have you done now?" you ask, peering between the metal bars at John.

"Nothing for you to worry your pretty head about. Now give us a kiss," he says with a devilish smirk.

Pulling back, you run your hand along the cool metal and tilt your head at him suspiciously. "Is this why you've been leaving extra the past few times we've fucked? So I'll be taken care of if you hang?" A tear comes to your eye as you take in his handsome face, imagining a noose tightening around his neck.

John reaches out, hushing you, "Hey, hey, look at me. That's not gonna happen, alright?"

"How do you know?" you sniff, jerking your hand away to reach for a handkerchief.

"Cause Tommy's too smart to let some fuckin' coppers beat us, that's why," he says reassuringly.

"John, I told ya, you put too much faith in your brother," you say with a shake of your head.

"Yeah, yeah," he says, seemingly unbothered by your lecture. John leans out as far as possible to stroke your cheek gently. "Kiss me," he implores, blue eyes sparkling with mischief and you can't deny him a second time. Pressing your face between the bars, you find the warmth of his lips, stubbled jaw rubbing against you until you let out a stiffled moan.

"That's my girl," John praises, tilting your chin toward him. "No more talk of hanging, alright?" he says looking you in the eye determinedly. Then he grins as he adds, "I'm too fucking handsome anyhow. They'd have girls rioting in the streets, wailing night and day, if they dared touch a hair on my head."

"You stupid git," you snort. "Can't stay mad at you for long. Besides I have a surprise," you say, biting your lip as you open the top button of your dress.

John's eyes blow wide with lust as he leans back from the bars of his cell to drink you in, wondering what you have planned. "What's that?" he asks licking his lower lip, suddenly very curious.

You give a low whistle and the guard appears again. John furrows his brow in confusion until he notices you dig into your bra for the extra cash you saved and hand it over to the policeman. He unlocks John's cell door, averting his eyes as you enter slowly, a warm smile painting your face.

"Thought you could use some company in here," you said, removing your coat enticingly and letting it drop to the floor.

John nods as he welcomes you into his arms, watching the guard leave silently. "Oh, I'd love some, sweetheart. How long can you stay?"

As you sink to your knees to unfasten his trousers you reply, "Long enough to show you how much I've missed you."

#Peaky Blinders fanfic #Peaky Blinders imagine #John Shelby #John Shelby fanfic #John Shelby imagine #John Shelby x reader #John Shelby x you #John x Shelby x y/n

[basedkikuenjoyer]

Jojolands 13: Ohana Means I'll Set Your Ass on Fire

Dragona dropping some great truth about the absurd in this bizarre adventure. We finally got a peak behind that mask. I love it and I hate it, if you've read the chapter already you know what I mean. We'll get to that, because this right here isn't spoilery and it was such a cool nugget.

I love the way Dragona talks about the "absurd." Chance moments that alter one's life for better or for worse. The things that just don't make sense. Especially paired with Dragona opining about nearly losing their heart in the same chapter that last part about hearts being destroyed hits hard. I'm definitely sure we're looking at a trans narrative here and one we'll see play out. The chapter does a good job of implying what we need to know. Nudges at an early theory you've been changing your body with Smooth Operator. We ready? What follows is no place for beginners or sensitive hearts:

Oh HELL yes! As if I needed a reason, these two were well on their way to top Jojo status and now the dynamic duo of the Joestar Siblings are definitely there. Mean girl sets her sights on a much more timid Dragona who we now know looked way more masculine at 14 than 18. Talking physical build and not just fashion. You know, I don't expect an 18yo to have all that figured out and with this I do think we'll see her keep coming into her own. But holy shit that was fucked up and I sincerely hope we can get through the rest of this with no more sexual assault on my Jojos blorbo.

If they do...Jodio will fuck you up. Set a whole damn bus on fire! And while I'm not looking forward to having to relive the impetus in the inevitable anime adaptation, since we've already had the cop I kinda like the perpetrator being a girl here. For one because it shows a side of this kind of bigotry that often goes underrepresented. You see a little more space made typically for trans men who had bad experiences with men prior to coming out, largely because it tends to overlap with those who found a comfortable half-step in something like a radical feminist group. But this sets up Dragona pretty well for a realistic other side of the coin to that. Your experiences with bullying might make you a little skittish of girls your age, you keep a foot in this criminal world even if we keep showing you (not unlike Okiku) as someone who doesn't fit super well, all this would certainly explain why you'd gravitate towards a figure like Meryl Mei. Why there's great potential for drama if she shows a nastier side. It's all great for a trans story that justifies still figuring yourself out through it...but sticks to a fairly realistic path for a lot of young women who find themselves running with gangs.

All that said, Jodio you absolute freak. Burning the whole bus is metal, it's scruffy, he's protecting family. Doooooope. These two are fantastic and I can't wait to explore their story, their dynamic more. Jodio & Dragona's sibling bond is the beating heart of this part. As much as I love Kiku/Izo & Killua/Alluka yeah this is gonna be a banger. Speaking of, this chapter was also the second time we nudged at Jodio getting shit for looking fey too. These two are ride or die for each other and their awesome mom Barbara Ann. How this all ties into their family falling apart and their desire to become filthy rich? No need to ask...

In lighter news. They. When Meryl learns of the other lava rock that got smashed. We're all clear on who's the brains and who's the firepower in the dynamic duo right? I trust Meryl as far as I can throw her and she's a big lady. But for now everything seems on the up-and-up. Charmingman seems to have passed the sniff test and yeah it looks like he's just going to hang around. I like this new setup. Scouting a shadowy company to see if we can get more lava rock.

All in all one of the best chapters of Jojolands so far. I'm loving it, this is the exact direction I hoped it'd go. The backstory made this pretty heavy and I hope we can have more fun with this gang on the new excursion.

#jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jojolands #jodio joestar #dragona joestar #chapter 13

[gutouhua]

title. suffocate me. drugged & under the influence!pantalone x f. reader. rating. explicit. tags. face-sitting, drugs, alcohol, hickeys/love marks. a face-sitting writing exercise for a face-sitting scene in my shrine master’s bride fic :D not edited

"sit on my face."

you startle and turn to face the man, a retort already on your lips until you catch sight of his glossy, starstruck eyes and half-parted lips, slick with something burgundy and bittersweet. you roll your eyes.

pantalone had gotten himself drugged up again and was drinking his favorite ruby port wine. you sniff the air around him lightly, catching something sickly sweet -- you couldn't be sure if it was the drugs or alcohol -- as he stumbles into your arms, nearly knocking your smaller frame over.

"what did i say about testing drugs on yourself, pantalone?"

"it's for research, babe. you know." he sneaks two hands under and up the hem of your shirt, lighting sparks up your spine as he gives you a wolfish grin. "research."

"i know research," you say exasperated despite the fact that his touch already has you squirming. "but it's not good to constantly be doing it, and especially, ah--"

he looks up at you, eyes bright and wide in innocence as if he didn't just leave the biggest, darkest hickey on your neck. you groan internally; the other fatui are gonna have a ball making fun of you tomorrow when they see the fat kiss mark.

"n-not there, baby," you fist your fingers in his hair, trying to pull him off your neck like you'd do to an errant puppy who wouldn't stop licking your face.

to your surprise, he stops. then he lifts you up, carrying you over to the bed, steady, like he doesn't have a single drop of drugs or liquor in his blood right now, and plops you down before laying down himself. he makes himself comfortable, rests his head on a fluffy, down pillow as you stare at him confused before he says, "come here, sweetheart."

so you do, inching closer to him until he's close enough to hook you by the waist and pull your panties down from your dress in an efficiency that belied his intoxicated state.

"i--what--"

"sit on me," he rasps.

you're confused. even more confused then when he talks to you about his latest experiments, but what makes you even more confused is his next sentence.

"sit on my face, darling."

"what?" you ask, shocked. "why? but i'll suffocate you."

"you won't," he groans, pulling you close to his face and already helping you maneuver your legs on each side of his body. "please, we've never done it before. do it for me and if not for me then for the research, babe, please."

it's hard to say no when he whines so prettily and who are you to resist him? "i'll do it," you mumble, "but it's for you. not because it's for research or anything, okay?"

"yes, yes, of course," he holds your hips steady as you lower yourself, trying to not feel self-conscious about the whole ordeal. you have to remind yourself that he's probably a little bit too far gone to see all your imperfections, but the fact is that it still bothers you a tiny bit and what if this position gives him a different view that makes him think you're--

tears threaten to spill when he tongues your clit, the sudden sensation and weight from your body nearly making you scramble away from the intensity. pantalone hums when he hears you, pleased, and you can feel the vibrations all the way to your core.

"n-not-ah--not so fast, slow down--" you gasp, breath ragged against the back of your hand.

but pantalone does the exact opposite of what you ask, licking up and down your folds with an almost frenzied passion while he keeps his hands on both sides of your hips to hold you steady as your make tiny jerks above him.

"like this?" he grins against your slick folds, knowing how finely attuned you are to his every movement.

"i-ah--" you cut off before you can respond when he flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit in quick succession, eliciting a sweet, satisfying whimper from you.

pantalone could get used to this, he thinks, having you writhe so erotically above him, hearing your sharp moans, and licking your pretty wet cunt. you were so mesmerizing, so delicious when you gave in to your pleasure that not even the drugs nor alcohol could dampen your taste on his lips.

"'m-i'm close, baby," you pant, "please, i--"

"wanna cum?" he murmurs.

you nod, pointing teary eyes at him. you can feel it coming by the way your stomach twists into itself, the ache in your thighs, and how you have to struggle to keep up with what he's saying.

"then cum."

so you do. it comes quickly, so fast and all at once that you have to clench your thighs together to ease the sensation, almost suffocating him in the process. when you finally come to, he helps you move from his face to his chest, scooting you back until you can sit comfortably on him.

"did it feel good, baby?" he grins lazily at you, eyes still a bit glossy.

"yes," you mutter, almost petulantly. "but i haven't forgotten about your drug testing and alcohol. and besides!" you poke his hard chest, trying to ignore the satisfied look on his face. "i could've suffocated you!"

"you are welcome to suffocate me anytime you want, sweetheart. it would be my absolute pleasure."

#pantalone x reader #pantalone x y/n #pantalone x you #pantalone smut #genshin smut #genshin fanfic #genshin pantalone #fatui #fatui smut

[coralinnii]

Leona Kingscholar (demon!Leona x demon hunter!Reader)

genre: mild supernatural, fluff? 

note: late due to me forgetting it’s still a weekday…whoops

Summary: you get a kick out of debunking ghost stories and haunted places with the disgruntled Leona. Will you ever get to see anything?

series index

“I’m not staying in this dump” 

“Come on! We've already come this far!” You pleaded, tugging at his arm but he stayed stable in his stance. Stupid Leona and his well-built body. 

“Don’t care. We’re leaving” Leona took a sniff and scrunched his nose in disgust. “This place reeks”

To be fair, Leona was right. Your latest adventure brought you two (you may have dragged Leona) to an abandoned house that was hidden in the dark lush of trees in the mountains. You two were still within city civilization but the destination took you deep into the mountain forest that became deserted because of the very house you’re about to visit. It was an old-fashioned home which meant the structures used old wood which was slightly decaying and if your research was correct, there was something else in the walls and floors that stunk horribly. 

“Come on, I paid a lot for the current owner to let us visit. He even says that he let tourists stay overnight so it’s probably renovated somewhat” you tried to persuade but he was unconvinced. How did you even convince him at all in the first place?

Oh right, because you were an idiot who didn’t think that going alone to abandoned buildings where unsavory weirdos could jump you would be bad. 

Good grief, you were oblivious.

“I’ll do all of our house chores for the week” no response. “Two weeks! Three!”

… 

And that’s how Leona found himself getting ready to sleep in his familiar sleeping bag on a musky floor. The accumulation of dust that would typically appear in such an abandoned home is gone which he assumed was due to the numerous tourists or dumb ghost hunters that pass through these rooms, such as you. 

“This is so creepy, Leona” you said as you surveyed the leftover belongings of the decrepit room. “They say that the last tenants here were demon fanatics and constantly did rituals here to try and summon them” 

Leona answered wordlessly with a grunt as he comfortably settled into his sleeping bag. You rolled your eyes but grew fondly used to it. You knew he was still listening so you continued. 

“People said they succeeded, but instead of just summoning one demon, they left a giant portal for any creature to come through. They didn’t know what to do and just left without closing it” 

“And you want to sleep here?” 

You shrugged “Every place we visited was a bust for us. I figured trying this place was a good idea” 

“Don’t come crying to me tonight if this place finally breaks you” 

Not perturbed by his statement, you leaned gently down to your wild-haired partner and cheekily smiled down at him”

“Like you would ever let anything happen to me”

With that, you placed a quick peck on his nose before turning away to settle into your own sleeping bag next to him. 

Leona was annoyed. Not so much at you (though he’s not happy over the stiff back he knows is coming in the morning) but himself at being so weak when it comes to you. Ever since he met you, you had him at your beck and call without you even realizing it. You never do. 

You never realize how he tends to be extra grumpy the morning after in every site visit. You never realize he makes sure you don’t notice the sudden chill in the air whenever you pass a particular spot in the room. You never notice the protective arm that hovers over your sleeping figure as Leona growls in at a foggy figure that dares to show itself in front of him, curious of the warm living human that is you. 

“This one is mine” Leona spoke in a dangerous tone, warning the entities surrounding you of what's to come should they try anything. The specter leaves as quickly as they appear, not daring to mess with the dangerous aura that was seeping out from the human-like being. 

Said being looked back at you, still slumbering deeply. Leona scoffed amused by you as he carefully pulled you closer to him, to which you unconsciously snuggled into him as a result. 

Good grief, you were oblivious.

#this will not be a y/n moment for me #won't get me to visit sketchy places like that #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twst imagines #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #twisted halloween series

[eisforeidolon]

Question: What episode are you guys most proud of, that you just made and you really knew this is something special?

Jared: What episode are we most proud of that we made - of Supernatural?

Question: Of any show.

Jared: I'll go with Supernatural because we've got some Supernatural family members up here. What episode - I guess I'll start - sorry, I hear a little "Eeeeeeeeeeee" Was E.T. just up here? Why are we hearing "Eeeeeeeee" - just kidding, kidding. I think for me, this may seem obvious, the episode I'm most proud of and the most difficult episode to shoot was the series finale. It was rough. It was really rough. And it was a weird - I think when the COVID strike happened, we got - Jensen and I got sent home from Canada on Friday March 13th, Friday the 13th, appropriately, of 2020 because they thought they were going to shut the borders down. So they were like, get across the border, go see your family, we don't know what's going on, you know, there's a worldwide pandemic. And so we had the scripts by then, we had the last two scripts of the series and we got home and didn't go back to Vancouver until August 1st-ish? So I had four months - and a half - to sit there and read through the dialogue, I couldn't read through the scene, the barn scene especially, without crying. And so I'd like go - yeah, we have a little treadmill at our house - and so I had nothing else to do, I'd be like hey Genevieve can you take the kids for a second, I'm gonna go and just get a little run in and read through the episodes. And she's like, yeah, do it. So I'd go and I'd come back and my face would be all puffy and red, and she'd be like, oh shit, are you okay? Like, thinking I got bad news about a friend with COVID or something, and I'd be like yeah, just read the finale, it's cool, it's cool. Yeah, so that was very difficult. But I was very proud of that and it was very heartbreaking as well. Guys and gals?

[Julian Richings talks about being proud he was able to hit his mark in the big boat of a car Death drove in his intro, Sam Smith talks about all the little missing pieces character moments of Mary in Absence, and Alaina Huffman reminisces about getting "to kick the shit out of Crowley" and how great Mark Sheppard is.]

Mitch Pileggi: I'm gonna keep it with Supernatural, because I've been so fortunate to have such a long career and I can't remember most of it, so I couldn't remember moments from it. Probably the hugest, one of the hugest moments of my life was the day that I met Jared Padalecki. And, I mean, I've got the job, so I don't need to say that. Yeah, he ain't gonna fire me. So it was huge, I met an individual that has been so giving and so - to my family, to me and to my family and everybody around us on the show that we're doing now. I have to say that the show that we're doing now is my favorite show that I've ever done in the forty plus years of my career. Without a question, without a doubt, if you haven't seen it, start watching, please. But I think as far as Supernatural, I didn't understand most of what that character was doing and I'm still trying to figure it out. So, I mean even Bob Singer was like, what the hell is going on with those Campbells? So. But I have to say, the scene that I had with Jensen where he turns into the Yellow Eyed Demon was a blast. I had so much fun. I got to get up and sniff on Jensen real good and it was fun, I really enjoyed doing it. And just - like for both of them, when I met both of them, I think I took Jensen aside about four days working on the show and I said I just want to say that you two guys have got your heads screwed on right. Keep it that way, because this business can really twist you up and it hasn't done it to this day, so.

#supernatural panel #albuquerque comic con 2024

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Anyway, I've started a Wee John/Izzy Courting Fic because I Have the BrainRot

How long will it take for them to kiss? Don't know. How long will it take me to write it? Also don't know. But anyway.

(In this story, they are not raided by Ned. It's just a really nice fucking night.)

When Frenchie sets off the fireworks, Izzy finds himself next to Wee John. Who is still made up as Calypso. He looks up as the explosions color the sky and watches the way the tiny stones on Wee John's shoulders and arms glitter. 

Wee John looks down and smiles at him. "You were a great herald," he says. "Your goddess is pleased with your gifts of song."

Izzy feels himself grinning, and he reaches out and touches the dainty fabric of Wee John's sleeve. "The pleasure is mine," he says, "as your herald." 

He lifts Wee John's hand to his lips and kisses it as he had earlier that evening. Wee John dips a small curtsey, and something in Izzy's chest feels like it shatters. But in a satisfying way. It's odd. It's been so long since he's felt anything like that. 

As he walks towards his quarters, the rest of the crew takes a moment to say goodnight, to tell him his voice was great. 

"Fucking amazing," Jim tells him, joyously drunk and propped up between Olu and Archie. "Sing it again!"

"Go to sleep you fucking disaster," Izzy replies, rolling his eyes. 

When he gets to the door to go down below, Ed's leaning next to it, Stede curled tightly against his side. Ed's watching him with a quiet sort of pleasure that Izzy's also not seen in a very long time. 

"'Night, Captains," Izzy says, looking directly at Ed. 

Ed's smile is soft and slow. Next to him, Stede shifts and reaches out. Izzy meets him halfway, shaking his hand. 

"Not many ships can brag a first mate so good with a blade and with his voice," Stede says. 

Izzy shrugs, though that shattering feeling in his chest is back. "Don't use it much," he says. 

"You used to," Ed replies, and for a moment he looks very far away from everything. "I remember."

"We've known each other too long," Izzy says. "Or maybe not long enough."

Ed cocks his head, then nods. "'Night, Iz."

Izzy claps Ed hard on the shoulder and carefully walks down below. He sighs in relief when he gets to his room and can sit on his bed. It's narrow and dark around him, save the colored lights coming in through his small window, but he can still hear the celebrations up on deck as he removes his leg and rubs roughly at the stump. He lights a candle so he can see a bit more and spots a small pot next to his looking glass. There's a torn piece of paper propped against it.

<em>Dab it on your lashes and count to twenty. They'll come right off. - WJ</em>

Izzy glances at himself in the looking glass. All the makeup has come off his face through the night. His hair is in disarray, limp and sweaty. The only proof at all he's done something wild and terrifying tonight are the gold lashes, which are still perfectly set.

He turns his head side to side, blinking slowly to watch the lashes catch the light of the candle and the fireworks outside. He opens the small pot and sniffs it curiously. It smells of wax, but when he touches it, it's softer than he expects. He has to wipe a little of the stuff back on the edge of the pot so he only has a tiny bit to dab on his eyes. 

He closes his eyes as he waits for the wax to work, counting with his heartbeat, which is slow and steady now that he's alone in his own space. When he pulls lightly at the lashes, they come off as promised. He places them in his palm like he might an interesting insect. Wee John had explained he can just throw them out, but holding them now, Izzy can't bring himself to do it. 

He opens the drawer of his table and takes out a square of paper. With careful fingers, he places the lashes in the center, and then folds the edges so they're secure but not crushed. He blows out the candle and undresses in the dark. When he lies back to sleep, the colors of the fireworks are still in the window. 

*

The deck is covered in crushed flowers and sticky with spilled rum when Izzy steps out the next morning. His wooden leg sticks when he walks, and he pauses to glare at it before taking over for Roach at the wheel. 

"Coffee's on the way," Roach says with a huge yawn. He slips into the doorway to go below deck just as the door to the captain's cabin opens and Ed steps out.

"Oh," Ed says quietly. 

Izzy turns, grimacing as his leg sticks again. "Edward," he greets. They're the only two on the deck, and used to be Izzy's favorite time of the day. But that was before…a lot of things. Including the way Edward still can't look at him directly sometimes. Like now.

"I could–"

"Edward, shut up," Izzy says without thinking. He'd woken up and discovered the golden powder Wee John had put on his eyes had actually migrated to his beard. It had made him smile at himself in the looking glass, seeing the shine of it still with him. "Let's just…" He shrugs and tilts his head as a breeze comes in from the west. Edward's head moves the same way, the both of them still attuned to the movement of the sea if not to one another. "I deserve a better apology than what you've given me, but I also don't think I give a fuck."

Edward looks at him directly and blinks. "What?"

Izzy shakes his head, not really sure he can explain it himself. "I…" Edward's still looking at him. There's a sincere look in his eyes that makes Izzy's heart clench hard in his chest. "I still love you," he says. "But…whatever I wanted from you, I'm never getting, and I never want to confuse what you did to me for love ever again."

Edward swallows audibly and comes halfway up the steps to the wheel. "I don't want that either, Iz. And…I still love you, too. But, my god mate, I'm surprised we're both still alive."

Izzy's laugh surprises himself as much as Edward. He takes one step forward and lets Ed close the rest of the distance. "Fucking fuck and a half, Edward, we got closer to hell's front gate than ever before."

"We sure fucking did," Ed agrees. He grips Izzy's shoulder and gives him an affectionate shake. "I'm sorry, Izzy. Really." 

"Yeah, I know." Izzy squeezes Ed's wrist for a moment, then drops his hand. "You slept in the Captain's cabin last night, huh?" he asks in a deliberate change of subject.

Ed's smile goes from soft to utterly brilliant. "Yeah. It was…we didn't do anything really. Some kissing. Just slept together. Like, slept-slept together."

"Good for you, boss," Izzy says. "Good for both of you." 

"Good for you, too," Edward says, rubbing his thumb on Izzy's jaw. He pulls his hand away so Izzy can see the gold powder on it. "Hell of a look last night. And you sing like a bird, still."

Izzy shrugs. "Suppose I never lost it," he says. "Just didn't use it."

"Yeah," Ed agrees. He looks at the gold powder on his thumb, then cuts Izzy one more smile before turning and going down into the ship. 

Izzy steers so the sails catch the wind and stands tall, stretching his back and watching the sun finish rising. 

Roach comes up from the kitchen as the ship picks up speed. He's whistling a song Izzy recognizes from last night. Something Frenchie made up as he went, Jim coming up with lyrics alongside the tune. It had gotten filthy quickly. 

Izzy whistles a few notes as Roach ducks into the captain's cabin, but he stops short when Wee John comes out from down below, a cup in each hand. It hits him suddenly in the morning light that he'd kissed Wee John's hand and sung a love song to his face. They'd danced close together, and that shattering feeling from last night turns into a cold, sudden worry that everything that made last night special and wonderful has disappeared. 

Wee John smiles as he walks up to Izzy. He holds out one of the cups, and he's as kind-eyed as he's ever been. "My herald," he greets. There's still a bit of powder at the corner of his eyes, and it eases the last of the worry from Izzy's chest. 

"I should be bringing you coffee, goddess," Izzy says. 

Wee John's smile turns into something tender that Izzy can't read. It feels pleased and sad at the same time. "A goddess and her herald should be equals," Wee John says after a long moment. 

Izzy sips his coffee and thinks about that. "A first mate should be separate from the crew," he says. 

Wee John narrows his eyes and looks over the joyous mess of the ship's main deck. "No, I don't think so," he says towards the deck. "Not on Calypso's ship."

Izzy's throat tightens. He can't think of anything to say to that sincere tone. He hums instead, a song he knows but has rarely ever sung aloud. 

"I like that," Wee John says when Izzy pauses to take another sip of coffee. 

"Glad the goddess approves," Izzy replies, and Wee John's chuckle makes him feel good. 

#weehands #izzy hands #wee john #also i like how awkward and terrible ed's apology was on the show #but as long as i'm here... #a goddess and her herald #our flag means death #fic #wip

[grogusmum]

Halloo, Hazel! 💚 OK, Din and Grogu have one Earth week to visit here (ignoring the how or why). Please and thank you:

First meal you share together? Either home cooked or favorite restaurant; and

One souvenir for each of them to take home, as a reminder of you.

Hey Maggie May! Thank you for playing with me! 💚 I'm sorry this is getting to you Sunday morning, I was getting sleepy and wanted to give this the attention it deserves!

So this is not connected to AGalaxy Far Far Away, but a new take on Din and Grogu on Earth...

This was written on my phone, in my drafts, and barely edited... sorry 😬

Din put Grogu down to let him stretch his legs after a very long journey in the N-1.

"I've gotta get a new Razor Crest," Din sighs, shaking his head slowly . Grogu has much to say on the matter and does so.

"We need to stay here for a few rotations, week tops, then we can finish our journey. Then will give this thing back to Peli."

Din looks around, he needs to feed the kids that's task number one, as if Grogu knows exactly what he's thinking starts complaining and looking for something to eat in the tall grass they find themselves in.

Suddenly, they hear someone laughing and calling to someone else. Din looks, and there is a human with, well, a four-legged animal with fur, reminding him of a fuzzy massif. It catches a disc in its mouth that seems to have been thrown by the human.

Soon, they are out of the tall grass dotted with flowers, and in more manicured grass, there is a large square cloth on the ground and a basket on top of it. A picnic, Grogu recognizes it right away and hustles over.

"Grogu," Din calls, "kid no!"

Before he knows it Grogu has the basket open and is digging into the sandwiches and fruit he finds.

You throw the Frisbee one more time and then head over to have your lunch. You were planning on meeting a friend with their furbaby, but they canceled last minute, so its a picnic for you and Molly, your pitty mix today.

Molly bounds over seeing strangers in her basket.

"Molly!" You shout in surprise. Then, putting on your best alpha dog voice, "Leave It!"

Molly stops only 10 feet from the picnic basket thief, a small green, something, in a little tan coat. Then Molly growls at the armored person.

"Sit-stay." You say, treat in hand, knowing your good girl will follow your directions. When she does, you praise her and give her a bit of chicken.

Din's hand lowers from his blaster.

"I am very sorry, Grogu, is only a child. We've been on a long journey, and he is very hungry. I will happily reimburse you for the food."

You have no idea who or what's going on, but you're incredibly intrigued.

"No problem, I have extra anyway."

Molly watches Grogu hustle up, reaching for her. She gives the little green fella a sniff and Grogu giggles and coos delighted. Molly gives him a big wet kiss that bowls him over. Grogu laughs and scrabbles up.

Instant best friends.

You smile at the whole exchange, comfortable with Molly's behavior with little ones, and since this very usual one is behaving just like a toddler, you knew she would be fine.

"Soooo, Comic Con?"

"Um, I don't... we are here for a week, then heading off world." Din points to the n-1 behind him.

You blanch, hoping it isn't too noticeable.

"Well, okay... wanna sandwich?"

Din hesitates, then takes off his helmet, "Thank you."

Did the sun just come from behind a cloud? This guy is gorgeous, you think... keep cool. Keep cool. You pull out drinks and two more sandwiches not decimated by Grogu. As you eat, you watch Molly, who is now giving Grogu a ride.

"So, um where are you staying?"

"We haven't secured lodging yet," Din says, biting into a sandwich, and then looking at it pleased.

You put a bowl of cut fruit down between you.

"This," Din swallows," is very good, thank you. I insist on giving you some credits."

"Credits?"

He pulls some large discs out of a pouch in his belt. You are not sure what to do. Are they really from "off world"?

"Um, those won't spend here."

Din looks down at the Calamari Flan, then takes out some imperal credits and shows them to you.

"No," you say apologetically.

"Well, huh..."

"Listen, I have a small finished, sort of, basement apartment, I've been renting it to comic con folks for years, and it's available. You can stay there, it's clean and safe."

"You are too kind," Din stammers.

You have no idea what they are, how they got here, but you feel you should help them.

"Not a problem!"

So the week goes along. You have work, but after you take them to see the sights of your little corner of Earth. Molly and Grogu can't hardly be separated, and you've fallen for the little green bean, too. You teach him to throw the frisbee, and somehow, despite having such little arms, his throws sent the frisbee straight and far, and Molly loves it! And Din, well, he’s... oof. You are soon thinking about him after you say goodnight and wonder if his lips are as soft as they look.

On the second to last day, you take a chance and kiss him goodnight.

Which in turn had leaves Din a little dumbstruck, he thinks about your lips pressed against his until he falls asleep and then he dreams about them.

Today is their last day, on Earth or whatever...

Though somewhere during the week, you'd started to think that they were truly aliens from another galaxy, and it just made you laugh at how wild that was.

"We will miss you," Din says, stepping into your space.

"We'll miss you," you tell him, looking into his warm brown eyes. You are never going to forget them.

Din dips his head down, bringing his mouth to yours. Your lips meet his, and become hungry. Your arms wrap around his neck, and the kiss deepens further.

When you break away, you are both out of breath and warm from the tips of your ears to the tips of your toes, your lips tingling.

When it's time to say goodbye (for now, Din insists) you give Din the necklace you've been wearing, it's a two inch long quartz crystal with a piece of abalone shell wrapped to the top of it. (Grogu finds it very interesting, but he's given the frisbee, which he's delighted by)

Din prys Grogu from Molly, who licks Grogu and whimpers. Grogu whines and reaches for you and Molly. You blow him a kiss, and hand Din a cooler of sandwiches, fruit, and drinks as Din settles his son in the cockpit.

He puts on his helmet and his gloved hand goes to your cheek.

"Goodbye," you whisper, eyes glistening. Din takes your chin and tips it up gently by one finger-

"Until our paths cross."

"Until our paths cross," you smile as a tear slips down.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! 💚

#slumber party saturday #din djarin x you #din and grogu

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Honeymoon's over

hii I love your writing sm!! could I request something where the reader and eddie are in a relationship but the “honeymoon phase” is over so he stopped doing all of the cutesy things he did when he was trying to win them over and it makes the reader feel kinda bad and they fight about it ❤️❤️

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Angst at the start, fluffy with lots of reassurance. ❤ short lil fic, sour, then sweet ❤

The honeymoon phase was officially over

It had been two weeks and all of the cutesy stuff Eddie had done to win her over had done just stopped.

No more sweet gestures, or buying her flowers. No more cute little dates and being super, super attentive.

Of course, she knew he still loved her, He told most days, she knew that but It would be nice for him to show it to her.

Maybe she was being silly, maybe not but it was still bugging her.

"Eddie, she pouts and gently tugs the sleeve of his Hellfire t-shirt. She just needed a little reassurance and to talk this out with him because she was overthinking far too much.

"Yeah princess?". He peers down at her with his beautiful brown eyes.

"Okay, this may sound silly but It's just you haven't done any of the gestures you did when we first started dating. You still love me right?".

He gapes at her.

"Of course I love you, I tell you every day". She sighs sadly.

"Used to be every day, you haven't in days". He thinks on this then frowns.

"You're being ridiculous y/n you know I love you". He looks really irritated and it pisses her off even more.

"You don't need to be an ass, Eddie, it just made me feel a little bad okay?". He stares at her stunned.

"It's stupid is what it is". She feels her stomach tighten in anger.

"So I'm stupid am I?". He groans and face palms.

"I didn't say you were stupid. I said you were acting stupid y/n". She huffs and feels tears pool in her eyes.

"It's practically the same thing". She snaps.

"Jesus H Christ no it isn't''. He growls in frustration.

"See this is why I didn't want to say anything but you were all lovey-dovey before and now we've been dating for months you don't act like that".

"You're still being ridiculous. I don't need to do gestures all the time to show how much I love you". He sighs and gets up going to make some coffee.

He just didn't understand. She didn't want grand, romantic gestures but flowers and telling her he loved her. Was that so out of the question?

Dont cry, don't cry, she can't help it, she sniffs wiping her eyes and hurries away to the bedroom and cuddles up on his bed.

Was she being stupid? Eddie follows her inside and softens completely.

"No sweetheart, don't cry. God, I love you so much, come here. I'm so sorry". He pulls her onto his knee and resists for a minute but eventually just really wants his comforting presence and cuddles up close to him.

"I'm sorry too, was just getting anxious, overthinking things". He kisses her forehead.

"I love you baby so much and I'm gonna make sure I tell you every fucking day and show you, never ever think that I don't love you because I do. You're the love of my life"

Her fears calm and she kisses him.

"I love you too Ed's so much" he kisses her once more, and they cuddle up and he begins to read her a new chapter of The Hobbit.

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#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson request

[msfbgraves]

((Terry sends gifts and little messages and Daniel sends stiff little thank you notes that Terry finds hilarious. )) OH MY GOD can we see one of these? That’s so funny hahaha!! I can picture Daniel stabbing the paper with his pen as he grudgingly writes Thank You, Mr. Silver. He has to keep redoing it because he keeps poking huge holes through his notes.  It would be funny if Terry kept all his rude little notes in a box and showed them to Daniel years later. “Remember how mean you were to me, sweetheart?” “You deserved it! Hmph!!”

Sorry puella-peanut, this won't be funny, but it has been living in my head rent free so here goes:

"Why would you keep this?"

It's not the fond, nostalgic smile he had imagined, nor a bashful burying of that face against his chest. Instead, Daniel has a hard, alert, look.

He squeezes him regardless. "Made me proud of you, mo cuishle. Showed your fire."

He doesn't move. "How?"

He grins again. "You were so determined to hate me, sweetheart. It was adorable."

"Yeah?" His mouth twists. "Because I didn't want you? Felt sweeter that way?"

He frowns now, pushes away the small ...yes! Of course! "Gave me something to fight for." He grabs his hand. "C'mon baby. It shows me how far we've come."

"...that?!" He pulls himself loose. "Sorry, I really need to get back to Eli's shirts, darling. That boy destroys everything -"

"No." He grabs his shoulder, holds him. "No."

He looks at him. "Terry. I'm not in the mood."

He breathes in. "Two hours in Church today. At Father Lorenzo's, too. Want to tell me something about that?"

"No."

He holds tighter. "I have a right to know."

"What happens between me and God?" At last, a slight spark, the tiniest bit of posture. "Ask Him, maybe He'll reveal it to you."

"Nice try. Now tell me."

"I don't want to."

"Why not? Hmm?"

"Because I don't want to hurt you."

He pulls him close. "That's a very, very clever line, Danny boy," he purrs. "But it's not good enough for me."

"Terry, I'm warning you."

"Is this about your brother getting married to that boy?"

He's quiet, very quiet, before he speaks. "He wants Louie so much," Daniel whispers. "You just took me."

Terry lets go. "This again, huh?"

He sniffs. "You brought it up."

"OK," he says, trying very hard not to be sharp. "Tell me, Daniel - what dreams did I disrupt?"

"Dreams?"

"Some glorious future I ruined."

He walks away. "It wasn't like that."

"Then how was it?"

He stands, hands on his hips. "Why didn't you end it? When you knew I didn't want you?"

He walks a steps closer. "I thought we could build something together, mo cuishle," he says. "Haven't we?"

"But I didn't have a choice!" he says, eyes wet with tears. "When I see how they are, I -"

"You weren't some immigrant nobody, darlin'."

"Anoush is not -"

Terry smiles. "Yes, he is, and no offense meant to your in-law- to- be," he says. "But you, sweetheart, where do you think you would have been, if I hadn't shown up?"

"It's not like you gave me the chance to find out," he says.

Terry leans over. "I didn't invite you in, sweetheart," he whispers, voice very low.

He gasps for breath, clenches his fists. "Don't put this on Pop!"

"Why not? He failed to protect you -"

"He didn't threaten to kill me!"

Terry sighs. "Baby, you've seen enough by now. I only wanted money. He offered m -"

"Because you would have done it," Daniel says. "And Louie wouldn't have made it. People don't think I know that, but I do. And now he gets to have his love nest, and I..."

He grabs him now, tight. "Love isn't always soft, baby. It kills people, drives them mad. Takes everything they ever dreamed of."

He swallows, bites his lip. "You can't just hurt people and expect them not to feel it, Terry."

"And you can't punish me with this every time you get upset, baby."

Suddenly his eyes twinkle. "Why not?" He turns, grabs one of the notes. "Seems you like it."

"...huh?!?"

"You kept these," he grins. "Maybe I'll show Louie! That'll give you something to talk about!" He tries to wriggle loose, grabs more of the notes. "'Louie, my mate likes punishment! Maybe Anoush..."

"I'll spank you during their wedding vows if you try that," Terry hisses. "DANNY SILVER, if you dare -!"

But his mate is laughing, and for that he'd have suffered far, far worse.

#silverusso #knights and pawns #omegaverse #mob au

[drarrily-we-row-along]

July 5: Block Party

The thing about dating Draco was that he was an unrelenting extrovert.

He loved having people around. He invited people over for tea, for lunch, for dinner, even breakfast on one memorable occasion (although, he was sure to never do that again without telling Harry beforehand, since Harry had walked into their kitchen in nothing but a pair of boxers. To say that Narcissa Malfoy had been shocked would be an understatement.)

Still, Harry loved him. He wouldn't trade Draco for the entire world, and so it was a thing they'd worked together on, something that they'd made compromises about.

Harry knew that his boyfriend was an extrovert who loved to entertain but it still surprised him when Draco informed him, over dinner, that their house was going to be the host site for the neighborhood block party.

"Excuse me?" Harry asked, certain that he couldn't have heard the other man correctly. "You can't be serious."

"Of course I am!" Draco said with a sniff as though he hadn't said anything ludicrous at all. "Our house makes the most sense," he added. "It's the center of the block, for starters, and we've got such a big yard. Everyone says we have the nicest yard for parties on the block," he added conspiratorially.

"Draco, we live in a neighborhood full of muggles!"

Draco blinked at him, "What's that got to do with anything? Honestly, Potter, you're the last person I expected to be biased against Muggles. All of this time that you've spent-"

"Draco!" he interrupted, "I'm not biased against muggles, we just live in a house where nearly everything is run by magic!"

"Well, aren't their's too?"

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"Merlin help me," Harry said, putting his head in his hands. "No, Draco. Their houses are mostly powered by electricity."

"Will they notice, do you think?"

"That you make tea using a wand?" he asked. "That we don't have a refrigerator and keep all of our cold food in the cupboard?"

"Well, we do have lights like they have," he said, as though that cinched the argument.

He groaned, "Drac-"

"Please, Harry," he begged, lower lip protruding. "Please help me make our house look like a muggle home. I won't use any magic all night! I promise!"

He sighed, "Is it that important to you?"

"Yes," he said resolutely.

"Why?"

He picked at an invisible fuzz on his trousers.

"Draco-"

"Because Monica from two doors down was bragging about how gorgeous her house is! How it's the perfect location for the party. She's hosted it for years," he parrotted. "And she was being so nasty to everyone else, putting the whole neighborhood down really, and I-"

"Alright," Harry said, huffing a laugh, and covering Draco's hand with his own. "When is the party?"

"Friday?" he said with a wince.

Harry blew out a breath. They certainly had their work cut out for them.

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Friday arrived and Harry had spent every minute of those three days muggle proofing their house. It looked pretty convincing as far as Harry could tell and he'd even had Ron and Hermione come over to do a test drive and make sure. Hermione said she thought he'd done rather well and Ron was sufficiently confused by a variety of things in their home that Harry figured he must have done a decent job.

Still, he was a little nervous that Draco was going to give them away. Draco, who still couldn’t understand that he needed to shut the door on the refrigerator if he wanted food to stay cold, or that he needed to use the switch on the wall for the lights.

“No magic,” Harry reminded him for what had to be the dozenth time that day as they set out more food on the tables before their guests arrived.

“Surely they have stasis charms to keep the food at the right temperature.”

He rubbed his head, “they don’t. You’ve complained about the food at every muggle party we’ve been to,” he reminded him.

“Well but they won’t know if we just-” he said as he started to lift his hand.

“Yes they will. They’ll ask you what your secret is and you’ll say something ridiculous. And we’ll end up on the cover of the daily prophet for getting arrested because we couldn’t keep the statute of-”

“Harry,” he interrupted, rubbing his hands over Harry’s shoulders, “you’re overreacting.”

He huffed, wanting to say that was rich coming from Draco, but knew that Draco was probably right.

"But I have mastered a wandless Oblivate, just in case."

"Draco! You can't just-"

The other man laughed, sweet and soft before brushing his nose over Harry's. "Teasing," he said, wrapping his arms around Harry's shoulders, "I'm teasing."

"Yoo hoo!" a voice called and they turned to see their neighbor, Graham, wandering into their yard. "So nice of you to host us this year!" he enthused, smiling widely enough that they could see the gap in his bottom row of teeth where he'd had one knocked out by their other neighbor Agnes over a dispute about radishes.

"Our pleasure," Draco said cheerfully, unwinding his arms from around Harry's neck and reaching for the casserole Graham was holding out.

"It'll just need a serving spoon," he said.

Draco started holding out a hand to summon one, "No problem."

Harry grabbed his wrist, "I'll get one," he said. "From the kitchen," he added pointedly.

"That reminds me," Graham said and Harry couldn't help be a little grateful that he was going inside and thus missing whatever mad story was about to fall from the man's lips. "I had a friend once who kept all his silverware in the loo-"

Harry shook his head and headed inside to grab a handful of serving utensils, inwardly cursing himself for being so susceptible to Draco's pleading.

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There were only a few more times that Harry caught Draco trying to do something with magic, and Harry was just starting to relax. The party would end soon, they'd be free to carry everything back inside of their house (that everyone would have left once again) and then use their magic to tidy up.

He was mentally patting himself on the back when he overheard Draco laugh, that tight nervous one he did when he was trying to cover something up, and Harry's ears were immediately on alert. "Well, Monica," he said and Harry wanted to cover his mouth, knowing that he was not going to like whatever words were about to fall from Draco's lips. "You may have had sparklers, but Harry and I have friends who build fireworks." Harry opened his mouth to protest. "So, we thought we'd really like to end the evening with a bang."

There was applause throughout the crowd that was gathered in the yard and the street and Harry rubbed his forehead. "Draco," he called and his boyfriend turned with a huge grin, one that dimmed a bit when he caught the look on Harry's face.

"We'll be right back," he assured everyone, the crowd still fairly humming with excitement.

He looked around once he got inside and dragged Draco to the kitchen, shutting the door and casting a quick ward at the door to make sure no one walked in. "Are you out of your mind?"

"What?" Draco asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "We do have all of those fireworks sitting around in the attic."

"Muggle fireworks are very different from wizarding fireworks!" he exclaimed. "Theirs don't move for starters."

"Then how do the get them in the sky?" he asked curiously. "What are they-"

"No," Harry said. "No. They don't," he let his head drop to his chest and he took a deep breath. "Theirs also shoot up into the sky and burst, but they're not..." he trailed off searching, "animated?"

Draco frowned, "Don't we have any that are like theirs?"

And at the look on his face, Harry folded, "I'll figure it out. I'm going to fire them from the backyard. Since I'll need magic to do it."

"I love you," Draco said, sweet and adoring, and Harry wanted to be mad but-

"I love you too," he replied. "Menace."

After digging around in the fireworks they currently had in their possession, Harry found a pack that was most similar to muggle fireworks; no dragons or magical creatures, no leprechauns that would rain down fake galleons, or anything else equally outlandish.

It was the pride pack, so it was full of bright colors, rainbows, and what would look like glitter as it fell from the sky. They'd used one at the muggle pride parade they went to last month, so Harry was confident that their neighbors wouldn't be suspicious.

He set everything up in the backyard and cast a couple of spells over the house to protect it from fire, took a breath, cursed himself for being easily won over, and cast at the first one.

There were wild cheers from the other side of the house as the firework corkscrewed into the air and burst into pink, purple, and blue shimmers. He exhaled and launched the next which set off a series of plumes that arched into the sky and burst red, orange, yellow, green, blue, then purple.

More applause from the other side of the house and Harry relaxed a little bit, launching more and more fireworks into the air, lighting up the sky with joyful colors and with the signs of love that their friends had gifted them. And something in Harry's heart warmed at the applause and cheering, as he continued to light off fireworks, like their community had really accepted them into the fold.

He shot the last one into the air and it showered the surrounding area with every color of glitter imaginable. Harry knew it would dissipate within a few minutes.

He came back around to the other side of the house to find everyone toasting Draco; bottles of beer, glasses of wine, cans of white claw, even red solo cups filled with Merlin only knew what, all held aloft while people cheered and applauded.

And Harry stood back, watching his boyfriend, smiling so wide that his eyes crinkled at the corner. Draco looked radiant in his happiness and Harry knew without a shadow of a doubt, that he would spend the rest of his life doing whatever wild, crazy, ridiculous things that he needed to do to keep that smile on his love's face.

The other man turned slightly and caught sight of him, holding out a hand for him, and Harry allowed himself to be pulled into the fold, Draco's arm wrapped around his waist as everyone made their way to collect their dishes and say good night.

After they'd finished cleaning everything up and climbed into bed, Draco pressed his smile into Harry's shoulder. "Happy?" he asked, because he wanted to hear his boyfriend say it.

"Incandescently."

"Good," he murmured, pressing his lips to Draco's forehead and tugging him a little closer.

"Are you?" Draco asked, propping his pointy chin up on Harry's chest and gazing up at him.

He smiled at Draco, "Immeasurably."

Draco hummed at that, seemingly pleased as he settled back down into his arms, "Good."

"Thanks for making my life an adventure that is actually enjoyable."

Draco squeezed him around his rib cage, pressing a kiss over Harry's heart, "My pleasure."

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July 4: Radio | July 6: Tattoo

Read more of my gentle July ficlets

#drarry #fluff #love #domestic #established relationship #boyfriends #Draco is petty and I'm honestly here for it #soft #drarry ficlet #gentle july

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Can I ask for #20 - child: "Look, I made this for you. I also made one for mum/dad/parent." with Beauyasha? Is that okay? If not, you can pick another pairing <3

20 more domestic OTP with children prompts this is going to be related to this drabble. not quite what the prompt asked but i thought it was cute.

The one thing Beau never thought she'd be grateful for was noise. In her line of work, silence is omnipresent and oppressive: silence in the library, silence while other Expositors are speaking, silently compiling research into a report, silently stalking a target through back alleyways. She's become far more comfortable with the sound of her own thoughts than she'd ever have imagined, which is why it's such a relief when she comes home on a night and opens the front door to a wall of sound.

Tonight, it's off-key Xhorasian folk songs and sizzling sausage on the stove and incoherent shrieks from the second bedroom, where, Beau assumes, Aurelia is, since she hasn't been greeted with a tackling hug about the knees as she'd've expected.

"Hey, babe," Beau calls, tossing her things unceremoniously onto the couch. "Smells great."

Yasha's singing cuts off as she turns to smile over her shoulder. "Hello! Hang on, let me get her." She takes a deep breath and bellows, "AURELIA! GUESS WHO'S HOME!"

The bedroom door slams open with such force that Beau instantly winces, anticipating the hole she'll have to patch up later. There's a blur, and then Beau is opening her arms just in time to catch the tiny half-elf girl who has launched herself up into them, already halfway through a sentence. "—so much fun, you're gonna like her, she has a pet bird but she didn't bring him, and we've been working so hard, can't wait to sh—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Beau laughs, flipping Aurelia around so she's now sitting on her shoulders. "I missed basically all of that." It's only then that Beau spies a pair of eyes peeking out from behind the door frame to Aurelia's bedroom. "Who's that?"

Aurelia tugs impatiently on Beau's top knot. "I was telling you. That's Cherielle! She's new in my class!"

Cherielle appears, broad and tall for a girl Aurelia's age, with a familiar shade of green skin and the slightest hint of something protruding from her lower lip. She smiles shyly. "Hi, Mrs. Beau."

Beau smiles back. "Nice to meet you, Cherielle. Thanks for putting up with this one." She tickles Aurelia's bare foot, which kicks out as she giggles. "You stayin' for dinner?" Cherielle nods. "Well we're happy to have you."

Her view is suddenly blocked by the top half of Aurelia's face, which hangs upside-down in front of her. "We were making crafts!"

"Oh?"

"Yeah!" Without warning, Aurelia launches herself off of Beau's shoulders and races into her bedroom, pulling Cherielle with her.

Beau takes the brief reprieve to go into the kitchen and kiss her wife's cheek. "You give her coffee or something?"

"No, I think she's just...like this."

"Fucking hell, when does she start hating us?" Beau pauses, then asks, "You talk to Fjord?"

Yasha takes the sausage off of the stove, nodding toward the Sending Stone on the counter. "He's already routing this way."

"Good."

Just then Aurelia reappears, Cherielle in tow, and she proudly presents a bouquet of four paper flowers, each colored haphazardly and half-crushed in her hand. "Look! I made this for you!"

Beau wonders for a half a minute if she is actually going to dissolve. "You did?" She takes the flowers, crudely made and so, so wonderful, and pretends to sniff them.

"Mhm! And look—" She waves Cherielle forward, who produces a similar bouquet from behind her back. "Cherielle made one for Mama!"

"Oh goodness." Yasha wipes her hands on her apron and accepts the flowers from Cherielle. "Well they're gorgeous. The most beautiful flowers I've ever received."

Beau feigns a pout. "Thanks a lot, Cherielle. Now you've upstaged me."

The girls giggle, and then Yasha says, "Go wash your hands, we'll be eating in a few." They dash off, and Beau sets her flowers to the side with a sigh. "At least she's making friends."

"I'm not sure Cherielle had much choice in the matter." The two of them fix plates for dinner, and they set them onto the table just as the girls screech back into view. There is no silence at the table that night, not as Aurelia and Cherielle fill Beau and Yasha in on all of their schoolyard adventures, and Beau cannot imagine a better sound than the laughter and excited chatter of her little girl and her new friend.

#ask #ravendruid #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #my fic #mighty nein #mighty nein fic #beauyasha #beauyasha fic

[prettybluelites]

Thoughts: Red Flags

And away we go!

Love the blissful piano score in this opening scene

Buttons sleeping in Legs Up the Wall pose because of course he is

Hogod there's a lot in that sigh Stede gives as he's remembering You Wear Fine Things Well

And just noticed Ed's parallel sigh, equally loaded but obviously very different

Probably reading way too much into it but I'm interested that Ed could have just chucked the cake toppers - and based on the "fuck you, Stede Bonnet" that he utters to the groom in E1, that would have made sense - but he positions them carefully in the window ledge facing outward as if they're jumping. The groom jumps and the bride jumps after him. So...yeah.

One of the only sour notes for me is the ongoing "no one can pronounce 'China'" thing. Maybe I'm dumb but I don't really get it. Is it playing to Susan's comment that people in the RoP "know so little"? Whatever, I didn't find it that funny.

Buttons has assimilated well, I see

Who is making t-shirts that say "Tender as Hell" because I want one

Oh my god. If the day ever comes when Lucius' return doesn't make me grin and cry and cry and grin, just go ahead and put me out of my misery. There's so much that's perfect about this moment. As someone who has had the experience of completely unexpectedly (but happily) running into someone I never thought I'd see again, I can say they captured that feeling of the world stopping for a sec and then everything swooping back into motion. In my situation I was not tackled to the floor but I love with every part of my heart that Pete tackled Lucius. Matthew Maher's expression is just wonderful. And in the following scene when you can tell he's been crying... *sniff* Pete has grown up so much and I'm so happy he and Lucius get to be together again.

On the one hand Stede sounds a bit tone deaf when he asks Lucius what happened to him, but would it ever in a million years occur to Stede that what happened to Lucius was, in fact, what happened to Lucius?

Already adored how accepting everyone is of Buttons's spirituality, but the fact that Auntie perceives him immediately as a Sea Witch is awesome.

Time out from Frenchie's Treacherous Lying to point out that his silhouette when he's standing in the corridor - when Ed calls him back to say he's expecting great things - is just to die for. The cut of that outfit? I think I literally gasped the fist time I saw it. Mad props to the costumers.

"We just had him asleep" - that's like something you say when you're caring for an infant, IDK, it stands out to me that Jim phrases it like that, they could have said, "You woke him up, pendejo," but phrasing it the way they do really speaks of caregiving. Again, probably reading too much into it, but. I like semantics.

Oh Stede, you are so wildly inappropriate doing your personal little homework project in the workplace

So...I forgot to bank on pissed-off Lucius. If someone had asked me, before the season started, do you think Lucius will be pissed about what happened to him, of course I would have said yes, but I didn't really think about how that would play out. More aimed at Ed, I think. I love what they did here, love the pacing of bringing him back early (we all knew he was alive anyway, lol) and Nathan Foad is so, so good.

I know there probably isn't room for it but I would love to get Archie's backstory

If you don't know what the scrolls say, I would say filling them by weight makes as much sense as anything. On the other hand, Olu's been around, the map board with the little ships was clearly something sailing-related, I don't believe for a second he would have messed with it. My sis asked if I thought they'd dumbed Oluwande down a bit this season and I don't totally agree but I sort of see what she meant. He definitely seems way more out of his element than we've seen him so far.

Samba Schutte making the most of his moments :D

Lucius snapping at Pete just grabs at my heart

Still processing the Izzy stuff, probably not going to be ready to talk about that for a loooonng time

Lucius recounting his horrors shouldn't be funny, but...it's funny

Only just now noticed Ed's long coat, interesting how it's reminiscent of the one in Pete's fantasy in S1

You know things are going to shit when someone in a position of power starts trying to make people fight each other to the death

"Some people are just broken, no matter what you do" - oh help, I am having so many overlapping Ed and Lucius thoughts right now, all tangled in the above line of dialogue as well as "what if life just begins again," oh help

The whole sequence with the wave washing over the deck is gorgeous and I know Frenchie was just grabbing the capstan for something to grab but when you think of it as where we see the crew in S1 "living for each other, not just to survive"... *shivers*

"Indestructible little fucker" is an early favorite for best line delivery in S2

So Zheng has at least two more ships that are currently en route? Fascinating...

God, I just noticed the way Izzy's leaning on Fang when they're all looking down at Ed. I never, when I first watched this show, thought I would ever be this consumed with Izzy thoughts.

And there we have Episode 2! Thanks for bearing with me. One more to go and then NEW SHIT! Today I went back and watched the trailer and thought about all that's still to come...can't wait.

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