#I’d go back and clip some of it but I’m upset with him at the moment lmao

[ynsvnte]

Our world collided ! — Nishimura Riki

Genre: fluff, angst-ish.. Drabble, opposites attract, friends to lovers, childhood best friends, high school au

wc: 1.2k+ (1238)

warnings: kissing (like once), pet names (pretty girl), jealousy

pairing: emo!niki x coquette!reader

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“Okay that’s enough” Niki says while pushing your hands off his hair.

“What—no I’m not even close to being done..!?” You complained, hoping he’ll let you continue to let you play with his hair. The current situation being that Niki’s hair being into pigtails along with some of your hair bows attached. You thought it was cute..while he thought the opposite. “It’s hurting my scalp, take these off me now..” he demanded.. you noticed the slight pout only his face. Making you chuckle.

“I’d rather not..” you say, squishing his cheeks. He rolls his eyes before grabbing a hold of your wrist and pulling it away from him.. “I warned you..” That’s all you heard until you felt the wall against your back.. you close your eyes at the impact until a few seconds past and you open them seeing Niki infront of you kneeling down to reach your height.. your heart sped up from him being this close..

“Umm…” you say hoping he would (not) back away. Niki gets closer noses barely centimeters from touching each other.. you breathe hitched. Niki notices this, smirking.. you could feel your face getting hot. You felt like he was going to kiss you.. that’s until he pulls his face away from yours.. laughing at your reaction.. “Why so shy..hmm?” He asked while smirking.. you glare up at him, clearly embarrassed.

But that won’t stop him from teasing you. “I’m not shy..just..surprised..” You said your gaze softened..you glance up, he’s staring at you.. you look away before walking away from him..disappointed.. Niki sighs at the sight of you walking away.. “Did I really make her upset?” He asks himself, wondering.

The school day was near the end.. you looked up the clock.. 15 more minutes left and then you can leave. You’re lucky this time you don’t have class with Niki. As you only have 2 with him and lunch period. You got distracted, letting time fly by quickly. You check the clock again..so so so close only 2 minutes.. you just go ahead and start packing up your things..within those 2 minutes the bell finally rings dismissing all the students for the day. You past students trying to avoid bumping into Niki ever since what happened earlier. You really had your hopes up, expecting him to like you after all these years of being friends and yet…nothing. You quickly pick up your pace and walk out the gate.. you usually walk home with Niki as your both next door neighbors having your moms be best friends back in their days. You don’t see him anywhere, not bothering to wait too..you just start walking home..alone which is rare.

You’ve made it home taking off your shoes and tossing them out of your way. You set your bag down. Walking to your room. Opening the door you rush towards your bed, jumping onto it. Letting the cool sheets hit your face. Your aching body feels better when the feeling of your bed hits it. You rest a bit before leaving your room seeing what’s there to eat. While you wait for your mom to come home.. you find some kind of chips and decide to snack on it.

You make your way over to the living room..you can see through the sheer curtain.. something catches your eye.. two figures walking.. side by side. You walk a little bit closer seeing its Niki.. and another girl.. you don’t know her..never seen her either.. you frown at the sight in front of you.. “that should be me” you thought.. you noticed he still had the bows you used on him from earlier.. clipped to his bag. You take one more look before you see them both entering his house.. you just too push whatever just happened out of your mind.

Hours later..you couldn’t stop thinking about Niki with another girl aside from you? You knew he was earlier scared by girls no matter who it was except for you of course.. the unknown girl left about an hour ago you look out your bedroom window seeing the light in Niki’s on. You see the cup and strings from your window from the outside.. that’s how you and Niki used to communicate.. you resist using it.. thinking it seems foolish.. but you decided to anyway.. you open up your window.. a gust of wind blowing your hair out of your face.

You pick up the cup.. tapping into it 2 times remembering the code you both set up a long time ago. You weren’t expecting him to answer.. a few moments of silence passed you debated to go back inside or try again, before tapping your finger twice again.. you hear his window open up.. you look up seeing him.. in a basic black tee.. yet he looked so good. Moonlight shining his skin.. giving it a youthful look. Niki was in the same daze as you admiring your face.. doe eyes.. staring straight right at him.. plump lips he wishes to one day kiss. Niki slowly picks up the cup speaking into it.

“Need something..?” He says, your throat goes dry.. it’s like you never talked to him before. You clear your throat.. “Umm—can I get my hair bows back..I’m using it for tomorrow..” you made that up..it was the only believable one to get an excuse to talk to him.. “oh I don’t know if I can throw it at you..” “no I mean can I come over just for a bit..” you say.

You can see his reaction slightly confused but agreed anyway. You take a short trip to his house..going through the back door like it was your own home. You go up to his room. You knock before he opens the door for you. Niki is met with you and your hello kitty pajamas.. and hair in 2 braids decorated with bows. “Hi..” you said slowly.. Niki moves aside allowing you to enter. You keep your gaze low, but from a far you can see your bows.. you quickly grabbed it.. “That’s all?” Niki asks..

“Yes..wait actually yea.. no I mean no….i still have something to ask” Niki close the door, sitting down on his bed.. “yeah?” You get embarrassed to ask this but you continue on.. “Umm..I was wondering who that girl was..that you know you were walking with earlier..” you said avoiding his gaze completely. You hear him chuckle lightly.. “that..oh well..she just wanted to hang out..knowing her intentions..but don’t worry I don’t like her..” “why would I be worried if she likes you or—“ Your voice slowly fades away when you realize Niki's face is close up to yours. “There’s no denying it..I can see right through you..” you knew you were already blushing by now. “Not that I would want you to deny it..because..I so happen to feel the same..” he added smiling at you. You never see him smile. Always having a blank face for most part. Niki holds your jaw bringing your face closer to his before colliding your lips together. Lips against lips. His soft lips against yours. The kiss was tender..slow.. moments later he pulls away.. “Now pretty girl, care to cuddle..” he offered, holding his arms out.. you smiled at him.. “Of course”

Author’s note: get a little inspiration from the book I’m reading rn which is if he had been with me RAHH 🦅 back with my writing haven’t written for Niki in so long along with sunoo WHICH I NEED TO DO ASAP! Crazy how this was in my drabbels for 2 days while my hee one is a month and it’s not coming out anytime soon 🙄💀

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[lucijawriteswords]

locker room | luke hughes

summary: you find an angry luke in the locker room after a loss and figure out exactly how to help him.

warnings: 18+!!!! SMUT. oral (m receiving), swearing, slightly angry luke, whimpering, begging if you look hard enough. a little fluff. poor rutger gets caught in the crossfire. pretty tame (just wait for my next one. it’s on its way.) not edited, i’m impatient

word count: 2.5k

A/N: hello! welcome to my new venture. i’ve not written anything like this before so please, give me some grace- and feedback, if you’d like. tell me how you feel, who you want me to write about, what you want me to write about. with that, let’s get into it, shall we?

18+ below the cut

you heard laughs echoing from the press stand where the opposing team was giving post game interviews. you scoffed as you strode by, muttering to yourself. absolute ref show.

the path to the locker room was second nature to you, ingrained in your head, as familiar as your own bed. you’d been there enough times. familiar faces passed you as players quickly headed out, a few gracing you with a look, even fewer with a smile. you smiled back at those who did. one caught your arm, a freshman who’s name you hadn’t learned yet, right as you were about to turn the final corner, and gave you a warning glance. “he’s really upset, y/n. really upset. just thought i’d warn you. i’m not sure if he’s sad upset or mad upset but regardless i figured i’d let you know.”

you knew this. you knew it the second the buzzer screeched at the end of the third and luke stormed off the bench, shaking his head. you knew when you heard a loud snap and then the angry voice of an equipment manager, scolding luke about breaking a stick.

you knew luke.

“thanks, kid.” he smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. you reached up to gently pat his shoulder; friendly, comforting. “hey, don’t do that. you played amazing. the refs were horrid.”

he nodded, releasing your arm and bringing his hand up to wipe under his nose, followed by a loud sniffle. at the same time, you heard a scoff echo from around the corner and turned your head to find a brown, curly head and a bare shoulder disappearing back through the locker room door.

the freshman- who’s name you still couldn’t remember- looked at you, panicked. you just huffed out a sigh and drew your hand away from his shoulder. “oh, goodie.”

“i- y/n, he’s gonna think- shit,” he breathed out, letting his head drop backwards.

“hey, whatever he thinks doesn’t mean shit because it’s not true. he’s upset anyways and now he’s gonna spiral cause he thinks i’m messing with his freshman teammate. so, good game, honestly, but i’m gonna go figure out that situation before it’s too late.” you rushed out, pointing towards where luke’s head had disappeared to.

the freshman- you really had to learn his name- nodded and muttered a tiny ‘bye’ before making his way down the rest of the hall. you offered a quick wave as you stepped around the corner and pushed the door to the locker room open.

upon your immediate surveillance, there was no luke. but, you heard water streaming against tile, and the showers don’t shut off or turn on automatically, so that means that someone turned it on and was still in there. you did a quick second scan of the stalls, and upon seeing that everyone’s jerseys were hung up, bags folded, and there were no shoes resting underneath a stall- except luke’s- decided that it must be, could only be, luke in the shower.

“luke?” you called, making your way across the maize and blue carpeting.

“in here,” he answered, voice clipped. impatient. upset.

“can i come in?”

“yeah, i don’t care. ‘less you have rut with you, in which case, stay out there.”

“rut?” who the hell names their child rut?

“rutger, honey. my replacement, apparently.”

you surmised that rutger must be the freshman, and decided that yes, rutger was a name you’d have a hard time remembering.

“baby, he’s not your replacement. we were just talking.” the water shut off as you were talking and you heard bare feet slapping against the wet tile, followed by a low ‘fuck.’

“why are you swearing, lu?” you wondered, taking another stop towards the showers.

“forgot my towel. would you grab it for me? it’s hanging in my stall.”

you chuckled, walking back towards his stall and grabbing the towel. it was rough, pilled. threadbare on one end. “ew. gotta get you a new towel, babe.” you giggled, sticking your finger through a hole in the corner and turning, wiggling it at him.

“can you just bring it over here you weirdo?” he grumbled, but a small smile graced his lips as he poked his head around the wall.

“can i explain?”

“honey, i’m soaking wet. can it wait?” still upset, then.

“no.”

“go, then.” he bit out, exasperated, angrily gesturing at you to explain. you made a face at him before speaking.

“he was just warning me that you were upset, lu. i was thanking him and he looked sad so i told him he played well and that it was a ref show, ‘kay? just talking.” you finished, tossing the towel to him. his head disappeared behind the wall briefly before he made his way fully out, towel wrapped around his hips.

“alright. just don’t want him getting any ideas.”

“wait, lu, doesn’t he have a girlfriend? i swear, one of the freshmen this year has a girlfriend.” you thought out loud, following him towards his stall before plopping yourself onto the ground, electing to sit rather than stand as he got dry and dressed.

“oh. yeah.”

you laughed without humor, watching his back flex as he undid and redid the towel around his waist.

“glad i got you that shitty towel. didn’t feel like getting dripped all over, if i’m being honest.” you said, pulling your knees to your chest and resting your chin on them.

luke froze, turning his head with a devilish smile on his lips. your playful expression dropped as he turned all the way around, water slowly trailing down the planes of his chest. you gulped.

“lu, don’t even think about it- LUKE!” you started, trying to get up, but it was to no avail, because in a split second he was standing over you, shaking his head like a dog, sending water all over you- and the rest of the locker room, for that matter. “you little shit!” you screeched, holding your hands up to your face, the water splattering unceremoniously on you.

you heard his hoarse laugh as he finished tormenting you, turning back to his stall and pulling a sweatshirt over his body. you heard the rustling of fabric as he reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of sweatpants. your hands still covered your face, trying to be prepared if your child of a boyfriend got a second wind, but by the wet thump of the towel against the ground, you assumed he’d pulled the sweatpants on.

“i’m not gonna splash you again, baby. you can move your hands.” luke said, his voice calmer than it was a few minutes ago.

“why aren’t you putting your suit back on?” you asked, taking in his outfit.

“not going out the front, so nobody’s gonna see. just gonna go out the back, s’where i parked anyways.” he spoke towards the ground, pulling on socks and slipping his feet into a worn pair of birkenstocks.

“nobody’s even here anymore,” you added absentmindedly, looking down at your apple watch. 11:37. “it’s late.”

“yeah, honey, i know. you got a date with rutger at 11:45 or something?” he mumbled, the sass making its way back into his voice at in response to your apparently stupid statement.

“oh well, pardon me, mr. perfect. wasn’t sure if you were too busy being mad at me for talking to someone to look at your watch. oh, boy, am i excited to walk to the car, freezing and wet with your mopey ass.” you cut out, voice raising at the end, having had enough of him. “i get that you’re upset about losing but come on, luke. he’s got a girlfriend, he’s younger than me, and i would never do that to you.”

“oh, so you admit that i was right for thinking that? you’re defending yourself pretty heavily, y/n, i dunno. you sure he’s not waiting for you?” he whipped around. there was no more playfulness.

“you’re kidding, right?” you returned, voice emotionless.

he simply shrugged, nostrils flared slightly, anger written all over him. tense shoulders, arms crossed. wide stance.

“god, luke, you’re such a child sometimes.”

“oh, i’m a child for being protective over my girlfriend, but it’s fine for you to get all up on him and touch his arm? fucking double standard if you ask me.” he was harsh, accusatory.

your mouth dropped, incredulous at his words, but more so his tone. “don’t you fucking DARE talk to me like that. once you’re thinking straight and decide to not be an asshole, text me. i’m gonna go to my dorm tonight.”

you shook your head, pulling your phone out of your pocket and clicking into snapchat, swiping into your roommate’s chat, starting to type a message to her to ask her to pick you up, but you felt a hand close around your arm, spinning you back. you were ready to fire off more words but said words were nipped in the bud as you felt luke’s mouth on yours, hot and heavy. any anger you had took a backseat as you felt his tongue on yours, his hands finding their place on your hips, pulling you into him.

he kissed you desperately, hard enough to almost hurt. you moaned when he bit lightly on your lip, sticking the tip of your tongue out to flick his upper lip. a type of retribution. something between a moan and a growl clawed it’s way from his throat, angry and ready to be released.

you pulled away, shoving him firmly backwards by the chest. his eyes were apologetic and he looked like her was about to say something but you quieted him by pushing him down into the bench in front of his stall. “talk later,” you muttered, kneeling in front of him.

“baby, i was mean to you, you don’t have to-” he cut himself off as you undid his sweatpants and pulled him out, felt him heavy in your hand. you pulled slow, languid strokes over his cock, relished the way his head tipped back, the way his adams apple bobbed, the way he whimpered when your thumb ghosted over his angry tip. you grinned at the noise, deciding to tease him even more. his breath caught in his throat, a wet, choked, noise, as you dragged your tongue across his slit, letting your saliva mix with the precum that was gushing out of him. he looked down at you then, bringing a hand to the back of your head to gather your hair. “don’t tease me, baby. can’t take it.”

“gotta ask nice, pretty boy.”

“please, y/n. i need your mouth, i need to feel you on my cock, please.”

a wicked grin carved itself onto your face as you spat into your hand and gave him three long, hard strokes from the base. “all you had to do was ask, lu.” you purred, taking him into your mouth, moaning around him at the taste, the weight, the relief of feeling him in your mouth, on you tongue.

you heard his head thump against the wood of the stall, his breathing ragged as your moan vibrated around him. you felt him twitch in your mouth as you pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his dick and swallowed around him, curses falling from his lips.

“god, y/n, not gonna last. take me so good, baby,” he cut out, voice strained as he bucked into your mouth, hips and words stuttering in some sort of fucked up prayer to your mouth.

you smiled as much as you could with a mouth full of dick, moaning around him to try to get him there faster. his fist tightened in your hair and a whine escaped your lips, buzzing on his cock.

you looked up at him through your lashes, saw the flush on his neck making his way up to his cheeks, pride in the fact that you made him like that, that you could have him like this. that you could reduce him to a moaning, whimpering mess with only your mouth. you moaned at the mere thought, feeling him swell in your mouth.

you tapped his thigh twice, knowing he was getting close. his eyes met yours, hazy and hooded and drowning in lust, in you. you nodded, wanting, needing to see him when he finished.

his chest heaved, eyes trained on you as you worked him, bobbing up and down his cock, spit coating him at the base.

“fuck, y/n, look so pretty like this. so pretty, baby.” he whimpered, impossibly close. you moaned around him, long and loud, wanting to taste him. “so close, baby, so close.”

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself, before pushing your head down further, feeling his head hit the back of your throat, your nose pressing into the soft skin of his pelvis, feeling him tense under you. a long, drawn out call of your name left his lips as you swallowed around him, trying not to choke.

“fuck, gonna cum,” he whispered, lightly pushing his hips into your mouth, thighs shaking as he finally let go, warmth filling your mouth, his cock jumping wildly. you moaned, tasting him, feeling his hot cum coat your tongue and throat, swallowing it down as much as you could with his dick still in your mouth. he hissed, pulling your head off, overstimulated. you swallowed again, not wanting to miss a drop, settling back onto your knees, looking at him trying to collect himself.

“you still mad?” you quipped, cocking your head. he rolled his eyes at you, still trying to catch his breath as he tucked himself back into his pants. “gonna take that as a no,” you answered yourself, pushing yourself up, brushing your hands over your knees, feeling the imprint of the carpet and your jeans on the skin.

he stood up, gathering you into his arms and pulling your head into his chest. you nestled your head there, arms draping lazily around his waist, leaning all your weight onto him, the lateness of this rendezvous catching up with you. you smiled into the softness of his hoodie. “i’m sorry, babe. just get jealous, you know how i am.”

“i know, lukey. it’s okay. but you know i would never do that to you, to us, so i got defensive.”

he pressed a quick kiss into your hair, muttering an ‘i know,’ tapping your butt lightly so you would jump. you did so, weakly wrapping your legs around his waist, clinging to him lightly, knowing he had you. you rested your head on his shoulder, pressing a light kiss to the column of his throat. “can we go home? i’m tired.”

he smiled, readjusting you so he could grab his keys from the hook in his stall. “‘course we can, baby.” he kissed the side of your face, and you felt the smile still gracing his lips.

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[tobesolonely]

A/N: this is the first thing I've written in like 8 months and it's basically just smut...I was inspired...18+ please lol (this isn't proofread and maybe it should be hahahah)

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“It’s like ripping off a bandaid, love. Just go for it.”

Harry and Y/N were situated in the bathroom, Harry sitting on a small stool facing the mirror with Y/N behind him. She had a pair of hair-cutting scissors in one hand and clippers in the other. He was really doing this.

“You know if you’re bald, you can’t steal my hair clips anymore, right?”

He gives her a faint smirk. “That crossed my mind.”

“No more running your hands through it.”

“Are you upset about that, or am I?”

“This is drastic!”

Harry meets Y/N’s gaze in the mirror before turning around to face her. “Darling, it’s just hair. It’ll grow back. Please help me cut it before I lose my nerve.”

So Y/N ends up with scissors to her boyfriend’s luscious, signature curly locks. Each strand of hair that falls on the ground nearly causes her to flinch, and out of her peripherals, she can see Harry watching her every move.

“Just trying to be careful to make sure it looks good…the whole point of me cutting it is to avoid you going to the shop, yeah?”

Harry reaches behind him at this, slightly squeezing her thigh in confirmation. “I know, love. I didn’t say anything. I don’t have anywhere to be.”

Y/N asks him at least two more times if he is sure before taking the clippers to his head, but when Harry gives her a firm nod telling her to proceed, she tries to remind herself to breathe as she shaves the first section. Harry shivers at the sensation of his hair hitting his bare back and shoulders.

“‘S a good thing I got the head shape for going bald, huh?”

“Well…”

”Y/N! You’re gonna make me second guess-”

“I’m kidding, H! I think you’ve got a lovely head shape for going bald,” Y/N positions herself in front of him so she can better see what she’s doing at the front of his head, near his hairline. “Now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen your hair shorter than when you cut it for Dunkirk.”

“Remember when I picked you up one day without mentioning it because I thought it would be a fun surprise?”

Y/N pauses her movements, playfully glaring at him. “I think I’d mistake you for an intruder or something if you came through the door completely bald with no warning.”

“Isn’t it nice that I asked you to do it for me this time instead of just shocking you?”

Y/N hums at this, and the couple falls into a comfortable silence as she continues to cut his hair. Harry fiddles with his hands in his lap and reaches behind him occasionally to stroke Y/N’s thigh, but nothing is said between the two. 

Harry’s the first to break their cozy silence. “Woah…my hair.”

“I know.”

He turns around on the stool, looking up slightly to make direct eye contact with her. “You like it, though?”

“It’ll grow on me.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m kidding, H.”

He turns back to the mirror, inspecting his reflection. “Tell me you like it, babe. Even if you don’t.”

Y/N lets out a small giggle at her boyfriend’s fishing for a compliment. “You look handsome. It’ll take some getting used to, but…I do like it.”

Harry makes a slight, triumphant noise before letting Y/N resume the task at hand. She splashes lukewarm water on the top of his head and gently pats it dry with a hand towel before finishing off with his favorite aftershave.

“Good?”

Harry leans in close to the mirror and turns his head from side to side, carefully inspecting his new look. After a few moments, he nods, turning back to Y/N and leaning in to kiss her.

“It’ll take some getting used to on my end, too, but I think I like it.”

“They say that after you shave your head, your hair comes back healthier and stronger than ever.”

“So we’re shaving yours next, then?”

Y/N playfully swats her boyfriend, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, no.”

Harry shrugs. “Let me know if you change your mind, darling.”

He exits the bathroom, searching for the broom and dustpan to get up his hair while Y/N goes downstairs to begin dinner. He joins her soon after, wordlessly telling her to sit down and relax when he picks up the knife she just set down to stir the pot of sauce she had bubbling on the stove. In front of her sits a cutting board with an onion, garlic, and different colored bell peppers. Y/N hated cutting those vegetables because she didn’t like how hard the smell was to get off her hands, so he knew she was leaving that task for last in hopes that he would do it (he did, of course).

“I hate chopping vegetables.”

“I know, love.”

Harry reaches up to run his hands through his curls out of force of habit and abruptly stops when he realizes there is no longer anything to actually run his hands through. He turns to take a quick peek at Y/N to see if she saw him. She did.

“I knew that would happen!” She exclaims with a laugh. “I just didn’t think it would happen less than an hour after cutting your hair.”

“It’s an adjustment period!” Harry responds with mock defensiveness, joining Y/N in her glee. Even if she was laughing at him instead of with him, he still felt all warm inside because at least he was the reason for her laughter.

“I can’t wait for our friends to see–what do you think Mitch is gonna say?”

Harry spins around, and yanks opens the cabinet in search of one of the many boxes of pasta they always had on hand. “Penne or bowtie?”

“Bowtie,” Y/N gets up from her seat at the kitchen island to fill their big pot with water to boil the noodles. “I bet he’ll be shocked, especially because his hair is so long. Do you think he would ever cut his hair?”

Harry smiles at his girlfriend’s chattiness. “I think he’ll make fun of me a bit - maybe call me an egghead or something to that degree. He’ll like it, though.”

“What do you think the fans will say?”

Harry lets out a huff of air. “Oh, they’ll have the most to say. It’ll grow on them, I’m sure.”

“I can’t wait to see all the discourse on Twitter.”

“Only send me funny Tweets.”

Y/N hums in confirmation and goes back to her seat at the table after putting the water on to boil. “You know what I’ll miss the most about your hair?”

“What’s that?” Harry asks his question absentmindedly as he putters around the kitchen, retrieving plates and two wine glasses. “Wine?”

“Yes, please,” Y/N pauses. “Gonna miss having something to tug on during sex.”

Harry pauses his movements at this, his full attention now on his girlfriend. “Oh, yeah?”

She nods.

“You can still grab on me.”

“Not your hair, though.”

“You can leave me scratches. Will that suffice until my hair grows back?”

Y/N pretends to be deep in thought at this, which causes Harry to laugh loudly. She answers after a few moments. “I suppose that’ll work…”

“Y’know how much I love when you mark up my back,” Harry uncorks a bottle of wine and pours them each a small glass. “Now, there will be no excuses not to.” He walks over to Y/N, carefully handing her her own glass of wine before taking a sip of his. She then takes a sip, puckering her face at the slightly bitter taste.

The conversation is forgotten until the couple is in their room after dinner, bellies full of pasta and tongues stained slightly purple from their red wine.

“Is that really what you’ll miss most about my hair?”

“Hmm?” Y/N hums in response for Harry to continue, distracted at her vanity with her (overly) extensive skincare routine.

“Pullin’ on it during sex.”

Y/N looks at him through her reflection in the mirror. “I mean, maybe not literally the most, but it’s up there. Gonna take some getting used to, that’s all.”

“Maybe we should have sex now so you can start gettin’ used to it.” Harry has a sly look, eyelids slightly drooping from his arousal and the wine he consumed at dinner. Y/N throws her head back in laughter. 

“You know you can just straight up ask for it, yeah?” She caps the last of her serums and turns around to face her boyfriend, stalking toward the bed as she continues talking. “I’m never not gonna want you to give it to me.”

“Oh yeah?” Harry now has a shit-eating grin on his face. “Gonna mark my back all up? Remind me who I belong to whenever I get in the shower?” There was nothing he reveled in more than the burning sensation of hot water hitting his freshly scratched back after a particularly rough session with his girlfriend.

Y/N nods in response as she drops a knee onto the bed, plopping down in front of her boyfriend. Harry smirks at how she’s already been rendered wordless, situating himself on his knees as she pushes her onto her back. “But first…”

He places his hands on either side and immediately dives in, licking a broad stripe up her pussy. Harry quietly moans in pleasure when Y/N lets out a choked gasp, hands immediately reaching out to grab his head.

“Oh, fuck…,” she groans, throwing her head back in pleasure. “Just like that, H.”

He moves his attention to her swollen clit, flicking it quickly in between his tongue. “Like this?”

Y/N sucks in a particularly sharp breath when Harry speeds up his movements, eyes smug at the fact he already had Y/N’s thighs quivering when he hadn’t even been between them for a full minute yet.

“Harry, please…”

He lifts his head momentarily to answer her, lips glistening with a combination of his saliva and her arousal. “Please what, darling?”

Y/N balls-up the fist resting on Harry’s head out of force of habit, letting out a frustrated whine when she’s met with nothing. He chuckles at this and simply reaches up, moving her hand in the direction of his back. Her nails reflexively dig into his back when he resumes his menstruation on her pussy.

His tongue begins moving impossibly faster, wanting to get her there now. He knew she needed this orgasm just as badly as he needed to give it to her. Harry lets out a sharp hiss when he feels her nails drag down the expanse of his back, her moans increasing in frequency and volume. She was close. He removes his tongue from her clit, replacing his mouth with his fingers.

“There you go, angel,” he reaches up to grab her chin with his free hand to force her to look down at him, not up at the ceiling. “Open your eyes and look at me when I’m making you feel this good.”

Y/N forces her eyes open to look at her boyfriend’s. She watches as he thumbs impossibly fast over her swollen bud, murmuring praises and sweet words about how she’s so beautiful and always gets so wet so fast for him. It doesn’t take much longer before Y/N is throwing her head back with a cry, nails digging into Harry’s back and dragging down as she cums. All she sees is flashes of white, hears ringing in her ears and she thinks it might be the best orgasm she’s had all week. Harry sucks her clit through the entirety of her orgasm, wanting to milk her pleasure for as long as humanly possible. He can feel his back beginning to sting and he wonders if Y/N scratched hard enough to draw blood. He hoped so.

“No more…,” she mumbles quietly, pushing her boyfriend’s mouth away from her most sensitive area. “Shit.”

“All good?” He messily wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning down to give her a chaste kiss. “Still missing the hair?”

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thanks for reading! lmk what you thought!

#harry styles #harry #harry smut #harry fic #harry styles fan fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut

[avoxrising]

The Feral One - Prologue

I had an idea for a mini Finnick x reader Tumblr series so I wrote a short prologue to gage y’all’s interest. Lmk if y’all want to see more!

“I want you guys to forget everything you think you know about the games,” Haymitch states as the District 12 team sits down to eat.

“Last year was child’s play,” Haymitch continues. “This year, you’re dealing with all experienced killers.”

“All right. What does that mean for us?” Peeta asks.

“That means you’re gonna have to have some allies,” he replies.

Peeta starts, “ok I think that if we…”

“Whoop,” Haymitch interrupts. “You’re not the problem.”

“No,” Katniss states as she stares at the pair, seemingly upset that they even suggested allies.

“Look,” Haymitch sighs. “You’re starting at a disadvantage. Most of these people have been friends for years.”

“That just puts us higher on their kill list,” Katniss states.

“Do it your own way,” Haymitch tells her. “But I know these people. You go it alone, their first move is going to be to hunt you down. Both of you.”

“Katniss come on,” Peeta sighs.

“How could any of us even trust each other?” she asks.

“It’s not about trust,” Haymitch responds. “It’s about staying alive.”

After the group eats they move to the lounge to watch the recap of the reapings. Haymitch proceeds to give his tributes a rundown of their competition.

“Cashmere and Gloss,” Haymitch states. “Brother and sister, District 1. They won back to back games, capital favorites, lots of sponsors. They will be lethal.”

He clicks to the next clip. “And the other half of the career pack, Brutus and Enobaria.”

“What’s with her teeth?” Katniss asks, noticing the abnormally sharp teeth in her mouth.

“She had them filed into fangs so she could rip peoples throats out,” Haymitch explains.

“She’s committed, I’ll give her that,” Peeta declares. Haymitch moves on to the next clip.

“Wiress and Beetee,” he states. “Not fighters, but brilliant and weird, real tech savvy. He won his games by electrocuting six tributes at once.” The tributes absorb this information as Haymitch moves on to the next clip.

He moves onto the next clip and Katniss speaks out. “Finnick Odair right?”

“Yes, he won his games at 14, youngest, ever, extremely humble,” Haymitch replies.

“You’re kidding,” Katniss gapes.

“Yes, I’m kidding,” Haymitch sighs. “He’s a peacock, a total preener. But he’s the capital’s darling, and they love him here; charming, smart, and very skilled at combat, especially in water.”

“What about weaknesses?” Peeta ask and Haymitch skips back to the escort calling out the female tribute’s name.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Haymitch states. “Known in the capital as ‘the feral one’, winner of the 69th games”.

Katniss and Peeta shrink deeper into the couch.

“Isn’t she, um, a serial killer?” Peeta stutters.

“Well technically most of the victors are,” Haymitch responds. “But yes, she has killed outside of the games. She’s a deeply misunderstood creature.”

“Why is she Finnick’s weakness?” Katniss asks.

“She was Finnick’s first victor that he mentored,” Haymitch explains. “It’s hard not to get attached to the ones you bring home, especially your first. However, those two are a bit more complicated. I’d says it’s probably more of a… situationship… than an actual relationship but if you mess with either of them I can assure you that you’ll be dead pretty quickly.”

“So we should avoid them,” Peeta states, taking a mental note of Haymitch’s explanation.

“No,” Haymitch states, confusing his tributes. “The best move is to ally with them. They’re your biggest competition in the arena besides the careers, but they’re arguably more reliable and you don’t want to get on her bad side. They call her feral for a reason.”

#hunger games #finnick odair #hunger games fic #the hunger games #finnick odair x reader #finnick imagine #finnick x reader #catching fire

[not-a-matopoeia]

HEAD CANNON HILLS I PERSONALLY CHOOSE TO DIE ON:

Fight me (lol)

Bruce Wayne

Gray Hairs are mostly in and around his temples and beard- also he won’t dye it

Asexual but not sex repulsed (it just feels right)

Definitely experienced with makeup, sure to cover bruises and stuff but also he definitely had a phase where he wore eyeliner cause why not

Autistic

Dick Grayson

Crooked nose

Speaks some Roma still but has forgotten most of it, which makes him upset

People deffo thought he was gay all through school, and they weren’t wrong…or right (he’s some form of queer)

Gymnastics teacher as a side job

ADHD

Oldest Daughter SyndromeTM

Jason Todd

I think that Jason runs a book club with a bunch of middle aged women, and they talk about classic lit

Theater Kid (gay)

Good with kids, reluctantly

Has freckles

Hair is caused by Marie Antoinette syndrome

Struggled with body dysmorphia after being revived

Keeps all his receipts (they’re in a box in the kitchen) and is stingy with money

Tim Drake

Wears a Medical Identification bracelet for the spleen thing (it’s recommended guys I looked it up cause I’m normal)

Has acne

Chased Batman and Robin around with that damn camera (I fucking love this)

Has anxiety

Bisexual (not a HC but I thought I’d mention it)

Would eat the coffee grounds

Listens to video game osts

(Bring the skateboard back)

Damian

Strong nose

Just very strong features generally

Giggles, or full on cackles but there’s no In between

I think it’s be cute if he became an art therapist or a vet

Autistic

Cass

Cuts her own bangs, they look horrible<3

Lesbian

Tired to dye her hair once (with Steph and Babs)never again

Steph

Grew up in crime ally (idk where she lived so I choose to believe this- this could also be the truth, again I cannot remember rn)

Freckles

Butterfly Clips

Bisexual

Curly hair

Alfred

Had chased multiple people off of Wayne Manors premises with his shotgun ‘

Got second place in a chili cook off one time and still hasn’t recovered

Extra:

Dick and Jason are big into Taylor Swift, Jason because I think he’d like ballads/the lyrics in songs and Dick because he’s Dick

Selina Kyle actually likes the Robins, and her and Steph got along well

Jason and Steph have really thick Gotham accents, which I like to think is like a Jersey accent, Jason’s shows up more when he’s upset in any capacity, Steph’s is always there and was never trained out of her

Dick has this weird accent where it’s very clearly not anything American, but it’s not not American, and it’s because he moved so much and was around people woth so many different accents that his voice never settled on one

Damian talks to himself in Arabic- Jason knows a bit of it

Cass is a messy eater (this isn’t cannon is it?)

I think it’s be funny to imagine Tim, Cass and Steph going to High School together

Steph was that one girl in the Cookie Monster pjs in high school, and Tim was like this weird goth/skater kid

#dc comics #batman #batfam #tim drake #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jason todd #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #headcannons #this is all lighthearted btw #so like if you are like wtf that’s stupid or incorrect and completely disagree then cool #I’m just here to be a nerd #goof off #and have a good time #so yeah (thumbs up) #there’s probably more #but it’s 12am and I’m tired #college is exhausting #like why and I’m so tired all the da #time now #I need a nap every 3 hours I feel like #wtf #anyway

[arc-misadventures]

In the Rebirth au I really hope Pyrrha never beats Jaune, both for comedic chances it opens up and it would give her a rival. Maybe she gets closer and closer over time but never manages to at the end. While turning out Jaune gives her the best advice everytime after their duels.

Just an idea that I’m hoping for. Really like the au and looking forward to future posts of that au.

Have a pleasant day. :)

The Teacher, and the Sudo-Student

Jaune was sitting at his desk, watching a clip of a championship fight. Analyzing, and studying the movements of the girl who just won her first championship fight. And, he judge her lacking.

He made a series of notes as he continued to watch the fighting, but stopped when his scroll went off, and he got a call from his, ‘student.’

Jaune: Hello, Pyrrha.

Pyrrha: Hey, Jaune! Did you watch my fight?

Jaune: Just finished it.

Pyrrha: And~?

Jaune: You’re foot work has gotten better; you’re more assured on where, and how to put your foot down. You need to keep working on that to the point where you don’t even notice that you’re doing it. But, still… best watch your footing.

Pyrrha: Yeah, it did feel like I overstretched myself a bit at times. Anything else?

Jaune: Yeah. You’re slow on the draw; Sure it’s a rifle, but you take too long to line up your shot.

Pyrrha: Am I? Hm… I hadn’t noticed. Any ideas how I could fix that?

Jaune: Go to a shooting range? I’m not really sure, I’m not a range fighter.

Pyrrha: You don’t have any range attacks?

Jaune: Mom’s going to teach me… I think she called it, Aura Slash? Some sort of ranged aura attack.

Pyrrha: Ohhh! That sounds cool~! Could you teach me it?

Jaune: Nope, apparently it’s a secret, Arc family technique.

Pyrrha: Well, I can think of a few ways I could jump that fence.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Back on topic: Your semblance… Use your bloody semblance!

Pyrrha: Hehehe…

Jaune: No laughing! Start training!

Pyrrha: Okay, okay! I’ll start using my semblance more often…

Jaune: Will you?

Pyrrha: Of course I will~!

Jaune: Pyrrha, I know when you’re using your, ‘smile, and wave,’ smile. Don’t use that on me missy!

Pyrrha: Shoot!

Jaune: Other than that, you’re pretty much fine.

Pyrrha: ‘Pretty much?’

Jaune: I only know about your tournament career; For all I know you’ve developed a chocolate addiction, or a sudden aversion to bacon.

Pyrrha: Well, I don’t know about the bacon bit, but I do have a but of a chocolate addiction.

Jaune: Noted.

Pyrrha: But, hey… Why don’t we get together sometime, and get to know one another better…?

Jaune: I’d like that…

Pyrrha: Really?!

Jaune: But, I’m going to, Vale for a while to do some… training, with my uncle.

Pyrrha: Oh, really? What do you think he’s going to teach you?

Jaune: Well, he’s sorta the… Black sheep of the family… So… yeah…

Pyrrha: Really? Why are you going to see him then if he has… A reputation?

Jaune: Best get training from multiple people; You learn more that way.

Pyrrha: Hmm… Fair point.

Jaune: Also I need to get away from my family. My sister’s are… getting weird.

Pyrrha: Weird how?

Jaune: I’m not gonna…

Jeanne: Jaune! Mom, needs to talk to you again about training under, Uncle Roman.

Jaune: Haa… Here we go again… Jeanne, could you keep, Pyrrha company till I’m back?

Jeanne: You’re on call with, Pyrrha? Hey, Pyrrha!

Pyrrha: Hey, Jeanne! How are you?

Jeanne: I’m good, you?

Pyrrha: I’m good, Jaune just gave me some pointers about my last fight, some pretty useful tops too.

Jeanne: Like using your semblance?

Pyrrha: Naaa… Now you’re telling me this too… Why, Jeanne why!

Jeanne: Hey, if Jaune said for you to do it, then you better do it. May save your life one day.

Pyrrha: Is this some sort of combined twin attack?

Jeanne: Yes, get used to it.

Pyrrha: Oh no… Hey, Jeanne, Jaune said you, well, the girls of the, Arc family were getting weird; Define weird?

Jeanne: Oh, he’s just upset that half of his sisters, including me want to sleep with him.

Pyrrha: Like sleep in the same bed together?

Jeanne: Nonono… We want to sleep with him~!

Pyrrha: Eh…?! Y-You mean… as in s-s-sex…?

Jeanne: Yeah… Sex~!

Pyrrha: B-But, you’re siblings!

Jeanne: Hey, it’s perfectly legal for siblings to bang. Grimm fatality rates, and all that.

Pyrrha: R-Really…?

Jeanne: Yep! Jaune sorta lost it when we said that to him. So, it’s going to be hard, but we’ll get him~!

Pyrrha: O-Okay… That’s… Good for you…?

Jeanne: Yeah… So… would you like to join us?

Pyrrha: Join you; What are you talking about?

Jeanne: Oh, come on now, Pyrrha. Don’t lie to me. I know what you want, or should I say… Who you want~!

Pyrrha: …

Pyrrha: H-How do I join…?

Jeanne: Hehehe~! Welcome to the club sister~!

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #jeanne arc #jaune x pyrrha #pyrrha x jaune #rwby arkos #roman torchwick

[alexanderlightweight]

Here’s a prompt for you.

So I’m thinking calculating badass Alec. He could have fought off the possession. But it was such a convenient way to get rid of Jocelyn and Alec was always one to seize an opportunity. Clary had caused him and the shadow world so much trouble in her single minded search for her mother, not caring who payed for it. It was a fitting revenge. Clary finally finds her mother only to lose her. And Alec is just another victim. Completely blameless.

Besides. As if Alec would suffer a circle member to live. Much less a Morgenstern. And Jocelyn was both.

And unfortunately for her, Clary had proved herself to be her parent’s daughter.

Maybe make it murder husbands Magnus and Alec. Magnus is 100% in agreement with Alec.

One thought I had in that vein for Clary is that the whole message from the angels was bullshit. The angels didn’t interfere when one of their own was captured and being tortured and his blood taken and used. Why in the world would they care about some runes? It was all just a simple illusion. Maybe if Clary had actually studied the material Alec prepared for her she would have realized it. Clary had been so quick to blame and condemn Magnus for taking her memories, as if it was his fault and not her mother who had actually done it to her. It seemed a fitting punishment to wipe the slate clean and leave her a mundane. She was warned this time. It was h choice really.

It’s not a coincidence that it happens on the day of the wedding. Magnus had promised his Alexander a wedding gift.

I chose to just answer the first part as I've always really enjoyed the idea that Alec did purposefully somewhat pick/influence jocelyn for revenge and i love playing with that headcanon.

i hope you enjoy! thank you for the lovely prompts

<3 lumine

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Alec has a limited amount of time between being possessed and when Magnus will be alerted to fact that he’s possessed.

He knows that. Magnus has left numerous different magical failsafe’s on him.

It’s why he lets it happen.

Alec lets the demon take over, hanging in the back and guiding it with its stupidity in the wake of finding what it thinks is weak prey. Alec knows exactly who he wants to deal with and how he wants to deal with her.

Jocelyn Fairchild is easy to find and even easier to dispatch and Alec’s only regret is that it’s taken so long.

It will alert Magnus if Alec stays possessed any longer and so Alec kicks the demon out and lets himself be found, trembling and shocking with what he pretends is muted shock and not the side-effects of pushing out such a powerful demon.

— “I thought you were going to leave Jocelyn to me, darling?” Magnus says and he doesn’t sound upset, but he does sound irritated and Alec winces when Magnus adds, “I’d have certainly had an easier time. Letting a demon possess you? What were you thinking?”

Alec winces and then shrugs because he doesn’t think Magnus will accept the fact that Alec still considers it a calculated and worthwhile risk.

“It was a good opportunity and she’s been making waves again. I can’t trust her not to stab me in the back if it meant helping her daughter, you know that.”

“I still wish you’d left it to me.” Magnus says and he’s walking over and taking Alec’s hand.

— Magnus tisks at the cuts that must have come from Alexander’s fist breaking through the bones of Jocelyn’s ribcage.

“Good, no fractures.” He finally says after he’s thoroughly checked his boy over and then he kisses Alexander’s knuckles, each of the ones until his tongue licks away each tiny cut. “There we are sweetheart, all cleaned up.”

Alexander is smiling at him with adoration on his face and Magnus wonders how he ever lived without this. Truthfully, if it hadn’t come at the price of Alexander being injured, Magnus would have been overjoyed at hearing Jocelyn was so easily dispatched.

She’s become a thorn that Magnus has been itching to clip and now, she’s completely out of the way.

Meanwhile, with the amount of death and injury at the Institute, no one will dare doubt Alexander and that, is perhaps, the most enticing thing about the whole experience.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #malec #shadowhunters #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters au #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

[averywiseanimatedcat]

“I loved him”

Word count: 2820

Rating: G

Summary: Post S2. Aziraphale is getting worried because he hasn’t been able to locate Crowley ever since their fight. He comes back to the bookshop to pick up some reading material. He ends up having an unexpected heart to heart with Maggie.

Tags: Angst. Angst again. Maggie and Aziraphale friendship. Confessions.

Author notes: If you’re on TikTok you might have heard the audio from Einstein and Eddington being used in Aziracrow edits. YouTube clip bellow if you haven’t heard it yet. I always see I being used as if Crowley were saying it, but what I’d Aziraphale did? That’s this one shot. If I have to live with that idea then you do to.

“Mr Fell!”

A voice called out, Aziraphale startled and dropped the keys to his bookshop onto the steps. He looked around, Maggie was trotting down the sidewalk towards him.

“Maggie my dear…”

He said as she reached him.

“Mr Fell! Gosh it’s been ages. We were beginning to think you’d sold the bookshop and left?”

She said breathlessly. Aziraphale smiled politely, bending down to pick up his keys.

“Oh no, still very much the owner of this bookshop.”

Aziraphale said, his eyes darting around the street behind her. He hoped that no one else had spotted him. He didn’t really want to get dragged into to many pleasantries. He wasn’t suppose to be down here for too long, but he’d lied and said he needed a couple of books from his shop. Really he was just desperate for something to read that wasn’t a memo. He also wanted to poke around and see if he could find any sign of Crowley, and Maggie might be able to help him with that.

“Oh I’m glad, I’d be devastated if we lost you as a landlord.”

Maggie replied brightly. Aziraphale brushed past the compliment and asked

“Would you like to come in?”

“Oh…I’m not intruding am I?”

She said, blinking at him

“Not at all dear.”

The angel unlocked the door and stepped inside. He knew returning to the bookshop might be upsetting, but he wasn’t quite prepared for the heaviness that fell onto his shoulders as he crossed the threshold. The bookshop still looked exactly how it did that day, not a single thing had been moved. The smell of ancient pages and dust swept through his lungs as he inhaled, bringing with it a wave of memories that stung like alcohol down the throat. A terrible, sinking feeling pressed on his chest uncomfortably.

He looked down at his feet. The rug by the front door was still creased a little where the demons boots had wrinkled it when he’d stormed out a few weeks prior. Aziraphale always had to adjust things in the shop whenever Crowley had been around. The demon had a rather unconcerned way of moving through space that resulted in things being knocked out of place all the time. He had the compulsion to straighten the rug, but couldn’t quite bring himself to do it.

“Where’s that girl who’s always here now?”

Maggie asked, startling the angel. He’d completely forgotten she was there.

“Oh, Muriel? She’s…well, at head office. Tea?”

Aziraphale said, pulling himself together and gesturing for Maggie to take a seat on the couch. He’d purposefully come down when he knew Muriel would be up in Heaven for her monthly debriefing. She was charming, but he really wasn’t in the mood for a creature so bright and bubbly right now.

“Oh yes…tea would be lovely.”

Maggie replied, smiling politely as she sat down. Aziraphale attempted to smile back and disappeared into the back room to miracle some tea. Maggie was eyeing the various things strewn on Azirpaphales desk when he returned with the tray and teacups. He handed her one full of piping hot tea and took a seat in his arm chair next to his desk. He avoided looking over where his dairy sat atop a stack of books he’d been organising the day before he’d left. He knew exactly what was in the last pages he’d filled out, and he didn’t want to read them.

“So, Nina and I haven’t seen you or Mr Crowley for weeks? Did you go away on holiday or something?”

Maggie asked. The mention of Crowleys name sent a solid something clanging into the angels stomach somewhere near his navel. The answer to his unasked question of if she’d seen the demon was having a similar effect.

“No…I uh….started a new job.”

He said vaguely, sipping on his tea to cover up his disappointment.

“Oh? What’s the job?”

She asked

“Um, management I guess you could call it.”

Azirphale replied, his eyes kept wandering around the desk and out the window. His enthusiasm for this interaction had left quite suddenly.

“Oh. That’s exciting. I guess it must be very important for you to leave your bookshop.

Maggie said

“Oh yes, very important.”

Aziraphale replied distractedly, now acutely aware of Crowleys wide brimmed hat from the 1940’s on the coat hanger only metres from him. He hardly noticed when Maggie fell silent for a long moment.

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping….but you seem a little…distracted Mr Fell. Not yourself I mean. Is everything alright?”

Aziraphales eyes darted over to meet hers. The genuine concern in them touched the angel, bless her heart, he thought, a human worried about an angel.

“Oh yes. Just fine, I think I’m just a little tired. Not used to so much responsibility.”

He cobbled together, but even he knew he sounded unconvincing.

“Right…so how come that funny girl is looking after your bookshop and not Mr Crowley? I haven’t seen him for ages either.”

Maggie’s eyes were searching Aziraphales in a calculated, but kind way.

“Yes I was going to ask you about that….has no one seen him?”

He was trying very hard to sound casual. But the question came out in a strained, high pitch kind of way. Maggie’s eyes narrowed

“No….he hasn’t been back here, not that Nina or I have seen. Why?”

Maggies eyes darkened with confusion.

“Oh no reason.”

He replied quickly. There was a pause before Maggie asked

“Do you like your new job?”

Aziraphale had to think quite hard about how to answer this.

“I think the more appropriate question would be, do I think I’m making a difference? And yes I think I am.”

Aziraphales attempt to steer the conversation away from his feelings failed miserably, because Maggie put her cup down quite pointedly and sat forward onto the edge of her seat before saying

“Ok…I’m going to stop beating around the bush. I know somethings wrong. The last thing Nina saw was Mr Crowley storming out of your bookshop and you going off with a strange man. There’s a weird girl who thinks she’s a police officer in charge of your shop. Then after a month you turn up here alone. I come and say hello and you looked at me like I’d just murdered your mother. You’re still looking at me like that actually. What’s going on Mr Fell?”

Aziraphale hid his expression behind a sip of tea

“Nothing.”

He lied

“Mr Fell please be honest with me….I…Well Nina and I, we came over to see Mr Crowley after all that weird stuff happened and told him he should talk to you. If you had a fight or something please tell me I’ve been wondering for weeks and I couldn’t help but feel like it might be our fault.”

She gushed

“You what?”

Aziraphale asked, blinking at her

“Oh I feel terrible….we shouldn’t have said anything it was just…we thought all you two needed was to talk and…”

She rambled

“No dear, that’s not what we fought about.”

Aziraphale interrupted, realising his admission to late

“So something did happen?

She cried

“Oh dear…”

Aziraphale said, exasperated. He lent back in his chair and sighed. Maggie shrunk back into the couch.

“I’m sorry Mr Fell, I’m being pushy. It’s not my business. We were just worried we’d done something wrong.”

Maggie explained a little more calmly. Azirpahale considered her for a bit, she was a sweet, genuine soul. She had no idea really, about the magnitude of it all.

“Well, I’ll just say that it wasn’t your or Nina’s fault.”

Aziraphale said simply.

“Ok, thank you…but that still doesn’t make me feel better because you look miserable.”

Maggie said, gesturing vaguely at him

“Thanks.”

Azirpahale replied irritably

“Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, I mean I can tell you’re upset. Do you want to talk about it?”

She asked. Aziraphale stared down into his tea, he hadn’t said a word to anyone about what happened. He’d kept it firmly locked away somewhere deep in his chest, never daring to let anyone see even a hint of his despair. Not that anyone in Heaven would care, they’d think he was daft for being upset that a demon had left him. Good riddance they’d say, he’ll be burnt up in hellfire after the second coming anyway they’d say. Aziraphale couldn’t in a million years say what he really wanted to.

“I can’t tell anyone.”

He whispered in his teacup, partially to himself. The quiver in his own voice startled him. He’d been holding in these…thoughts for months. They’d appeared seemingly out of nowhere. At first it was just a little soft feeling like birds fluttering in his chest. Then they grew into a yawning ache. Then a desperate desire to say something, and he had been going to. Aziraphale had to admit that he’d been selfish, the ball wasn’t entirely for Maggie and Nina. The Angel had planned it all out, they’d dance, drink and laugh. Then he’d take him out to dinner or breakfast or a midnight breakfast. And he’d tell him. But that entire plan had all come crashing down the second Aziraphale opened his mouth and told Crowley about the Metatrons offer. Ever since, the words he’d been wanting to say had been unceremoniously shoved down and ignored.

Maggie was eyeing him quite intensely now.

“Why not? Can you not talk to your new work colleagues? Friends?”

She suggested

“I can’t I’d…I’d get us both into trouble.”

He explained, placing his teacup carefully up onto his desk. His fingers were shaking a little.

“Well…you can tell me? Nothings going to happen from telling me.”

She reached out and placed a reassuring touch to the angels knee. The so very human attempt at comfort felt like using one of those silly little spray bottles full of water on a house fire. But the gentleness in her voice, the silence in the bookshop and the memories all collided together and Aziraphale could hold it in no longer. They had to come out, these terrible words that had plagued his every waking thought.

“I loved him…”

A quivering sob fell from the angels mouth as he got the last word out. He didn’t even know he could make that kind of noise.

“I know.”

Maggie cooed, placing both hands on his shoulders and squeezing them gently

“I loved him so much…”

The angels lungs heaved with the weight of it all. The locked door in his chest bursting open and releasing a torrent that crashed over him like waves onto the rocky shore. He gasped for air as tears started to pour down his cheeks. Maggie stood up and pulled him into a warm embrace. He cried into her arms, letting the ocean of everything he’d held in smash into his being over and over again until he felt raw and exhausted. Maggie sat on the arm of the chair and held him tightly. She made little noises shushing noises sometimes and rubbed his back soothingly as the flood went on. Aziraphale had never been held like this before. Somehow, he felt her arms would protect him for this time where he was so open and vulnerable. Although he did wish the arms were someone else’s.

The waves calmed after sometime and Maggie let go, returning to the couch. Aziraphale felt extremely embarrassed when he regained his composure.

“Oh dear…I invited you in for tea and now I’m here blubbering like a child.”

He sniffed, producing a napkin from his pocket to dry his eyes.

“Don’t you dare apologise! We’re friends, you forgave me months of rent the least I can do is listen when you’re upset.”

Maggie insisted

“But there’s nothing you can do.”

The angel replied darkly

“Sometimes just talking helps. It’s not healthy keeping these things bottled up.”

Aziraphale thought about this for a bit, there was no harm in confiding in Maggie he thought. And maybe she was right, he might feel better after airing it all out.

“It’s just…I did this all for him, I took this job because I thought we could be together. He was suppose to come with me, I thought it was a perfect opportunity for us. But…well he didn’t agree. Then we had this big fight…now I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again.”

Aziraphale rambled, his eyes automatically wandering out to the spot on the roadside where he’d last seen the Bentley parked with Crowley waiting outside.

“Why didn’t he want to go with you?”

Maggie asked.

“It’s difficult to explain…”

Aziraphale started

“To a human?”

Maggie guessed, Aziraphale nodded

“Well, did you tell him how you felt?”

Maggie asked

“I tried to. I don’t think I did a very good job though…”

He trailed off, Maggie looked thoughtful

“Does he feel the same?”

Aziraphale opened his mouth to speak, and paused, looking down at the patterned carpet

“I don’t know if he’d call it love…he didn’t use as many words.”

Aziraphale mumbled

“But he wanted you to be together, as a couple?”

She asked, Aziraphale nodded

“Well, you still love him…and if you two have known each other as long as you said you have, then he might come back?”

She said reassuringly

“I’m not sure, he’s very angry with me”

Aziraphale said, still staring at the carpet.

“You don’t know that he is still angry. He might just be hurting, like you.”

Maggie offered

“Then why hasn’t he reached out to me? He must know I’m worried!”

Aziraphale cried, his tears threatening to make an appearance again.

“Hurt and angry people don’t usually do rational things.”

Maggie said firmly. Aziraphale was suddenly bombarded with the memory of the kiss. It all started to fall into place in his mind. Perhaps the kiss was Crowleys way of throwing all the chips onto the table in one go. It was, perhaps, an irrational act by someone who didn’t know what else to say. Crowley always was rubbish with words that had anything to do with feelings.

“Perhaps you’re right…but it’s been awful. If he hasn’t come back here then I don’t know where he would’ve gone.”

Aziraphale said

“You’re really that worried about him?”

Maggie asked, Aziraphale nodded

“He seems quite capable of looking after himself. He might he just need some time to cool off and he’ll turn up again. He seems like the hot headed type.”

Maggie suggested, but Aziraphale did not feel much better. Crowley was hot headed, and a little impulsive, any number of things could’ve happened. Crowley could’ve just gone off to Alpha Centuri without him. Or worse, something might’ve happened to him. Heaven and Hell was still no doubt displeased with their meddling. Aziraphale had rejoined the ranks but Crowley was alone down here now, a loose thread in the carefully crafted tapestry of the ineffable plan. Aziraphale shook his head to dislodge the awful thoughts that were attaching themselves to his mind. He couldn’t think like that, Crowley had kept himself alive for almost 6000 years with very little help from Aziraphale. But he’d never been completely cut off from either side alone before. He had nothing except his wiles, his Bentley and his house plants.

Maggie must’ve been reading his stricken expression, because she offered another comforting hand on his wrist this time.

“I’m sure he’s fine Mr Fell. Maybe he’s just taken a trip to clear his head.”

“I hope you’re right dear. Oh…look at that the tea is cold now.”

The angel sighed when he picked up his cup from the desk and took a sip.

“Keep the faith Mr Fell. I don’t know either of you that well, but from what I saw…it looked like you two really had something. I’m sure he wouldn’t just throw that away over one argument.”

Although her reassurances were helping less and less, Aziraphale appreciated them all the same.

“Thank you dear.”

He said, genuinely thankful as he did feel a little lighter.

“Anytime Mr Fell, if you ever need anyone to talk you, you know where I am. Now, I should let you get back to whatever it was you wanted to do before I interrupted you.”

Maggie said, draining her cold tea and standing up.

“Oh I just came back for a few books. Nothing important.”

Aziraphale brushed off, standing as well. They made their way to the door.

“Do let Muriel know if you see him? She will pass it onto me.”

Azirpahale asked. Maggie nodded with a sympathetic smile.

“Oh and Maggie…”

“Yes?”

“You arn’t going to tell anyone are you? About…”

He gestured vaguely, unsure how to describe what just happened. Maggie smiled warmly at him

“Of course not, keep it between us Mr Fell.”

Then she bid him goodbye. Aziraphale took one last look at the empty curb across the street before slowly closing the bookshop door to be alone with the ghosts inside.

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[jacksdinonuggets]

Forgot To Lock The Door

Hey, I'm also doing sk8 the infinity agere stuff! I haven't watched it in a while though, so i may get some things wrong. please tell me if i do!

Tw: mentions agere getting mixed up in Fet*sh

The school day was extremely long. Reki just wanted to go home. He was so exhausted. Everything was so boring and he just felt depressed. He needed to mentally prepare if he was going to go to S tonight. So before Langa could even meet up with him, he was already riding his skateboard home. 

Right when he entered his house, his mom was in the kitchen baking cookies. She greeted him but he barely said anything back. Reki went straight to his room and threw his bag in the corner and shut the door.

You could say Reki wasn’t your “normal” teenage boy. Sure he was a skater and “cool” dude, but that all hid his weakest side. His little side. Reki was an age regressor. He acted young when he needed to cope.

Since the day tired him out so much, he was feeling very small. Going on all fours, he reached under his bed and pulled out a diaper and backpack. His bladder tended to weaken when he was regressed and he did not want to risk having any accidents. Plus the padding was super comfy! He dug through his bag and pulled out his stuffed bear and paci.

Reki hugged the stuffed bear and put the pacifier in his mouth. Next came putting on his diaper. He wasn’t the best at this. One side was always tighter than the other. But he tried his best.

Once he was finished, he took out his tech deck and began playing with it, doing cool tricks. It was very relaxing and helped him a lot. 

After he began to become bored of the tech deck, he got out his crayons and some paper. He drew a picture of him and Langa skating together. Then he drew some cartoon characters and small doodles.

Suddenly, he saw the doorknob begin to turn. He had forgotten to lock his doors. He tried to get up to hold it shut, but tripped on his own feet and fell.

“Reki? Are you okay?” Langa. Luckily, he stopped opening the door when he tripped.

“Uh yeah! I’m fine!” he answered back nervously after spitting out his pacifier. 

“I don’t believe you. You forgot to meet up with me after school, you never forget,” Langa said. He truly was worried.

“I’m fine, Langa! Go away!” Reki got up to go lock the door but Langa opened it, seeing Reki with his padded butt, teddy bear, and pacifier clipped to his hoodie. Langa gasped out of shock, not expecting to see his boyfriend like this.

“Babe, what’s going on? Why are you dressed like this?” He questioned. Reki stood like a deer in headlights before he broke down crying. He didn’t want anyone to know about this. Especially not his boyfriend! He’ll probably break up with him or think its some kind of fetish.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m not mad or upset, I’m just a bit confused and worried,” Langa tried to comfort him.

He let Reki cry it out, figuring it would be best since Reki often didn’t cry. Once he was done, Langa rubbed his back.

“I- I age dream and regress. So i act like a baby or toddler to cope or I mentally revert back to a younger state of mind,” Reki answered when he felt like he could speak.

“Ohh, is that what this is? You can do that, baby, I don’t mind. Do you need to be taken care of? I don’t think babies can go without a parent or caregiver,” Langa said. He somewhat understood what was going on. He wasn’t going to judge his boyfriend, and instead would support him in any way.

“If you’re okay with that, I’d love to! I always wanted a caregiver!” Reki answered. Langa patted his head

“I can do that for you, honey,” Langa gave him a kiss on the forehead, making him giggle, “What were you drawing?”

Reki crawled over to his picture and showed him what he drew. He held it up proudly, showing it off.

“Wow, sweetie, this looks great!” 

Reki smiled brightly before putting his paci back in his mouth and started coloring another one.

They spent the rest of the afternoon playing, coloring and cuddling. Reki didn’t want to age back up but they were going to S tonight and knew Langa was waiting all week for it. So he crawled out of his new caregivers arms and started putting away his stuff.

“Whats the matter, baby boy?” Langa asked.

“We have S tonight, I need to get ready,” he answered.

“How about we skip it for tonight. We’ve been going there a lot, maybe we should take a break,” He suggested. He knew that Reki was having some problems with his mental health and anxiety and just wanted him to feel better.

Reki immediately dropped his stuff and crawled right back into Langa’s lap. It was nice to finally have a break.

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[vaya-writes]

The Wyvern's Bride - Part 3.4

When Adalyn gets sacrificed to the local wyvern, she’s a little annoyed and a lot terrified. Upon meeting the wyvern, she discovers that he’s not particularly interested in eating people, and mostly wants to be left alone. In a plot to save himself from the responsibilities his family keep pushing on him, Slate names Adalyn as his human Envoy, and tasks her with finding him a wife.

2900 words. Cis female human x Cis male wyvern (slow burn, arranged marriage, eventual smut). firefly-graphics did the divider.

Masterlist - Previous

It's finally here. Please enjoy conflict resolution, gardening, and somebody finally taking the initiative. No notable content warnings. Mild descriptions of food and profanity.

To his credit, Slate does return on time. Adalyn watches him land, guarded and curious, from her spot at the dining table. There’s a thunk as a large wooden crate is set upon the balcony. A billow of shadow, and Slate appears after it, dressed neatly in his human form.  

He smiles. “Good morning, dearest!”  

“…good morning, Slate.” 

“I brought you something.” He waves her over, oblivious to her reticence.  

Reluctantly, she approaches. He bounces on his heels and grins at her again, cheeks flushed. His enthusiasm fazes her a little, but she’s not ready to forgive his unplanned absence. 

“Open it.” 

“It’s nailed shut.” 

He hesitates for a beat. “Right. Do you want me to..?” 

She gestures that he have at it. 

Slate uses his bare hands to pry open the crate. The lid groans and splinters under his touch, before cracking. His strength impresses her, but she doesn’t let it show. 

He steps back and removes the lid, now in several pieces, with a flourish. “Ta-da.” 

Bags of dirt. No. Bags of fertiliser. And... tools; pots, seedlings. She blinks. Everything she’d need to start a garden. Almost as if he’d read her mind. 

Adalyn doesn’t know what to say.  

At her silence, Slate’s smile falters, and he musses his hair, sheepish. “You left your garden plans out. I’m sorry I looked without asking. But I already had to go to Cheywyn so I thought I’d pick up your supplies... I can bring up soil from the forest and take you to Fleecehold to get clippings from your old garden. And I was thinking that once your garden is more established we could even talk to folks at one of the apiaries and see about getting a small hive up here-” He hesitates when he sees her expression. “Are you okay?” 

Adalyn closes her eyes. She lets out a long breath and takes a moment to compose herself. To relax her jaw. She doesn’t know how to answer his question. Doesn’t know if she should be honest, or if that would be showing too much vulnerability too soon.  

“This is a thoughtful gift. Thank you.” She speaks the truth, but struggles to inject any warmth into her tone. Instead she trudges inside and finishes making her drink. 

He follows her. Hesitates by the table. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

She works in silence. Mulls over her words while she takes a sip of her tea. Then shrugs. “I was - I am – quite upset with you. But you’ve gone and done something sweet and now it doesn’t seem fair to be mad.” 

He takes in her dejected posture. Pulls up the seat beside her. Puts his hand on the table, inches away from hers. “You can still be mad. How did I upset you?” 

She struggles to meet his eyes. “You told me you’d spend time with me. Show me your armour. And then you left without saying anything.” 

He pales. “Ancestors. I completely forgot. I’m so sorry.” 

She turns away. “It’s fine.” 

“No. It’s obviously not fine. You’ve every right to be upset.” He hesitates, “Look, I don’t want you to even consider the gift until I’ve made it up to you. I don’t want it to seem like I’m trying to buy your affection.” He shifts again, floundering at words. “How else can I make this better?” 

Adalyn lets her eyes drift back to him. He really does look concerned.  

“I don’t know.” 

“I owe you some quality time. Why don’t we go over the armour this morning and the weapons? Unless, of course, you wanted to be alone.” 

Adalyn leans back in her chair, arms crossed. She’s still upset. And a petty part of her wants to turn her nose up at Slates offer and sulk in privacy. But she knows she’d regret it. 

She scowls down at her drink. Tries really hard to be nice. To be forgiving. To move past the upset, just a little. 

“It’d be a start.” 

Some of the tension leaves his shoulders. He taps one of her fingers with one of his own. “Did anything else happen? I mean, did I do anything else?” 

Her eyes flick to him, before dropping back to her drink. She sits in silence while she tries to straighten out her upsets. 

“I wish you’d said something before leaving. Even with your note, I still felt left in the dark.” 

Slowly he creeps one of his hands around hers. Absently, his thumb brushes the back of her hand. “I didn’t realise leaving would bother you. Does it usually?” 

Adalyn shrugs. She hadn’t expected him to take her so seriously. And with his gentle touch it’s getting increasingly difficult for her to pull away. “I’m used to it.” 

She misses his wince. His frown. “Okay. Barring emergencies, I won’t do it again. I’m sorry I didn’t consider how you’d feel about it.” 

Adalyn looks up. 

He’s completely serious. 

She’s surprised by his reaction, and slightly warmed. She’d felt like such a fool, being upset over something so small. He hadn’t made her feel like that at all.  

Feeling bold, Adalyn shuffles closer. Leans across the space and rests her forehead against his chest. 

“Tomorrow you can make it up to me some more.” 

“Yes?” 

“By helping me with the garden.” 

He strokes her hair. She tries not to melt completely at the touch, but it’s nearly impossible. Adalyn realises that she’s starved for these small affections, and presses her face harder against him. 

Her words are muffled, but Slate still hears her when she next speaks. 

“Thank you for listening. And taking me seriously.” 

He clears his throat. “Uh. Well. Of course. You listen to me every day, even when I talk about boring things.” 

“I like listening to you talk about boring things.” 

Her face heats at the admission. She wants to pull away, suddenly aware of her proximity, but doesn’t want Slate to see how embarrassed saying that had made her. 

There’s a long silence. 

“Do you… want to hear me talk about my amour collection?” 

She nods. Then, with great reluctance, pulls back, standing and clearing the table before she’s able to meet his eyes again. 

“Yeah. I’d love to.” 

--- 

Adalyn barely stirs when Slate touches her shoulder. The room is still dark. The fire burnt to embers. 

“Hmm?” 

“I’m going to start bringing up some soil. If I’m not back by breakfast, I’ll see you outside.” 

“M’kay,” she mumbles, drifting back to sleep. 

She forgets the encounter.  

The sun rises and Adalyn drags herself from bed. It’s not until she notes the lack of construction noise, which typically rumbles distantly, but surely, that she connects the dots of Slate’s absence. Excitement rises in her, but she ignores it, dressing and eating, focusing on one step at a time. Finally, she makes her way to the surface. 

In the first week Slate had carved several doors for her, emerging into the lush and stony mountainsides. The one she uses now had been discussed last night: located halfway down Slate’s Tower and exiting onto a small plateau that clings to the spire’s side. 

She adjusts to the sunlight and takes in her surroundings. Her garden supplies are in a precarious pile, and the wooden crate that had housed them is nowhere to be seen. To the side is a large tarp, weighed down by a pile of loamy soil.  

Confused, but happy to start, she begins working, filling and placing pots, drawing lines in the dirt. She’s just beginning to wonder how soon she can start building garden beds when a shadow appears overhead. 

The missing crate creaks when Slate sets it on the ground, and Adalyn can’t help but wonder how many more trips up and down the spires it can survive. Lid missing, she has a clear view of the dirt inside. 

Good morning. 

“Hi,” Adalyn greets him, craning her neck and allowing a shy smile. “You’ve been busy.” 

The wyvern stretches his neck, and adjusts his wings, allowing them to flare momentarily. It could be construed as a shrugging gesture. Adalyn thinks it looks a bit like Slate preening.  

I’m used to early starts. 

She hides her smile at the forced humbleness. Then looks over the plateau. “Do you want to build some garden beds with me?” 

Shadow streams off of him and he shrinks in size until his demi form remains. 

Adalyn blinks, letting her gaze linger over his horns and his scaled cheeks. She doesn’t get to see him like this very often. Especially not out in the light. Aside from when he’s busy digging, or around his family, he tends to present as human around Adalyn. 

She uses the chance to stare, greedily taking in the glint of his claws and the shine of sun on his scales. The way his profile changes with his muscles shifted to hold the extra weight. The almost imperceptible change in his stance.  

She meets his eyes, and realises she’s been caught staring. 

His cheeks darken a shade. “I’m stronger like this. How can I help?” 

She forces herself to stare at the unbuilt garden surrounding them. “I’ll need some materials for the garden beds. What do you recommend?” 

He rubs his chin, smearing dirt without realising. “Wood will break down over time. You could use it for temporary garden beds and build outwards after. Or reinforce and replace the edges. Stone has better longevity. I’d use larger slabs for an elegant, but basic look. You could do cobbled stone for something quaint looking, but it would take much more work to assemble. Plus, it wouldn’t be as durable, and roots could grow through if we left it unpatched.” 

“I like the idea of large slabs. And perhaps some pavers. I don’t want the path turning into mud or washing away every time it rains.” 

“Well, I’ve plenty of limestone. I wouldn’t use it for carvings though. It weathers kind of poorly outside. But it’ll work for slabs and pavers. I could size it for you today?” 

Adalyn straightens. “That sounds like a plan. Why don’t you bring some out while I get us some drinks?” 

The pair part ways. When Adalyn returns to the budding garden, sandwiches and hot drinks in tow, she finds Slate already at work, shaping the stone with his claws, and smoothing it further with a chisel. 

She offers him food, and he smiles gratefully, reaching for a sandwich before pausing. His hands are covered in dust. He looks to his shirt, about to wipe them clean, when he notices the garment is also grey with powdered limestone. 

She bites back a smile at the defeated expression on his face, picks up a sandwich, and holds it to his mouth. 

They lock eyes for a moment, and at the proximity, Adalyn can’t help but flush at the unexpected intimacy.  

“Thanks,” he says in a mumble, before clearing his throat and taking a bite. 

Slate tries to keep busy, turning back to his work between bites, and discussing with Adalyn. They chose the size and shape, decide against using mortar, and finish eating before Slate starts walking the slabs into place.  

Adalyn puts her gloves back on and continues work, filling the first garden bed with stone and soil, while Slate builds and assembles the other beds. By afternoon they’ve built four and filled one, which Adalyn regards with pride.  

“Last thing I’ll need is a source of water.” 

Slate sits on one of the garden edges, sprawling out. “My fancy bathroom won’t be far. I could probably extend the piping.” 

Adalyn tries not to roll her eyes or quip about his growing list of architectural projects. “A rain catcher would also work.” 

He looks sheepish for a moment. “I suppose it would. Until Winter.” 

“Does fancy plumbing not freeze in Winter?” 

“Not if I really shell out. I could have them built from dwarven metals. Or hire an enchanter.” 

She does roll her eyes this time. “And I could do what most of the locals do, and not grow crops in Winter.” 

He blinks. And Adalyn swears he also blushes. “Yes. I suppose you could do that.” 

--- 

That evening Adalyn accompanies Slate downstairs and offers to help with dinner. He brushes her off with a smile and insists on cooking. Content, Adalyn sits in the dining area during the interim, going over the mail she’d picked up that afternoon. 

The pair had made a trip down the mountain to visit Gwen and Grace, and to take cuttings from Adalyn’s old garden. They’d returned one mysterious package heavier.  

Adalyn pointedly ignores the lower half of the dining area. The table from the third trial is gone from the walkway, but the memory still lingers. Adalyn puts her back to it when she sits at the dais table, looking closer at the parcel.  

It’s wrapped tightly in cloth and leather, in a desperate attempt to keep its contents safe, and when Adalyn opens it, she sees why.  

‘St James’ Treatise on Wyvern Physiology’ 

It’s a hefty tome written on parchment, with detailed diagrams and illustrations, inked in colour. A handful of bookmarks protruding from the top draw the eye, and Adalyn opens to one.  

A subheading written in bold jumps out at her: ‘Mating Habits of the Duopedes Draconis’. Adalyn shuts the book and purses her lips. It’s then she spots the letter, nested among the book wrappings. It’s sealed shut with red wax. She eases it open. 

“Dear Adalyn, 

I’ve enclosed a gift you might find useful. I regret that I was unable to unearth it from my home until recently, but I imagine you’ll appreciate it all the same. I’ve marked some passages you may find particularly insightful. 

Unfortunately, the treatise does not go into great detail on wyvern societal customs. By the time my letter reaches you, I imagine you will have run into a few cultural differences in your courting expectations. In case Slate has not thought to tell you, please know that females usually take the lead when it comes to approaching partners. When males assert themselves or make the first move, it’s considered crass, or disrespectful. 

I also realise I didn’t explain the reasoning behind your wedding gift. You’ll understand after you’ve done some reading. A small dab on the wrists and neck is usually enough to be noticeable, though I’d advise against mixing scents unless you have Slate’s assistance. 

I’ve been busy with my travels this year, but I’ll be nesting at home during the Winter. I’ve attached my return address for your convenience. 

Warm regards, 

Rin 

She scans the letter again, rereading the second paragraph as a knot begins to form in her stomach. A surge of emotions washes over her. Shock. Bewilderment. Irritation. Relief. She’s a bit annoyed at the conclusions Rin is jumping to, but since the female isn’t entirely wrong, Adalyn can’t begrudge her the letter or the advice.  

Could Slate have been holding back for these reasons? Sure, it’s still possible he holds no interest in her, but...  

Before she has a chance to ponder it further, the wyvern in question emerges from the kitchen, two plates in tow. Adalyn stows the book and letter away in their wrappings, hurriedly. She ignores Slate’s curious stare, and forces a smile. She’s not ready to talk about the book yet. 

“What’s for dinner?” 

He raises his brow and looks pointedly at the bundle pressed against her chest. He knows precisely what she’s doing, but goes along with it.   

“Rabbit. It’s a bit threadbare, but it’s all freshly foraged.” 

Adalyn looks over the meal. It’s just meat on a stick, but it’s been seasoned with fragrant herbs and served with a side of greens. 

“It’s fine,” she digs in. “Like you’ve said, variety is the spice of life.” 

He huffs and smiles, before sitting opposite her and digging in.   

Adalyn had only lit the closest torches, and the room is mostly in shadow, the pair seated in the dim glow. Still, the clink of cutlery and scrape of the plates are small sounds in a large room, reminding Adalyn of the cavernous shape to the place. Huddling in the low light, it’s somewhat... cozy.   

“I was thinking,” she starts, trying to work up the nerve. Is now really the time?  

Slate listens attentively between bites. 

Fuck it. If Rin is right, she’d never get anywhere, waiting for him to take the initiative. 

“You’ve been working nonstop these past weeks. Perhaps we could take a day off together. Go on an outing?”  

He considers. “That could be nice. Somewhere in the valley?”  

Adalyn forces herself to continue. To be bold. “I was thinking just us. Maybe a picnic or something? You could show me the east side.”  

She’s surprised when he agrees so readily.   

“I’d be delighted. When would you like to go?”  

She considers. “Well, I want to get those cuttings sorted tomorrow.” And take the time to do some reading. “The day after?” 

“I’ll adjust my schedule.”  

She huffs at the poor joke. “I’ll look forward to it.”

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#the wyvern's bride #monster romance #vaya writes #exophilia #tetaro #dragons #wyverns #my writing #ths took so long not because i had to write a bunch #no like 80 percent of this i wrote last november #but because i had to revise and reorganise scene order #so so much

[sturnslow]

Broken heart

Part 2

Summary: y/n and the triplets grew up together but Matt and her never got along they hated each other but maybe that changes ??

Warning: slight smut, mentions of drug and alcohol, sweating

The car ride was silent no music, no talking just the noise of the car and our breaths. I lived about 10 mins away from the triplets so it wasn’t too long but with Matt it felt like forever we had only been driving for 3 mins and it had felt like 30 years.

“You really liked her Hm” I asked breaking the silence

“I don’t know” he muttered

“It’s okay to have feelings towards someone Matt” I looked over at him. No response

“Did you love her” I asked

“I don’t fucking know Y/N she was my first girlfriend since middle school yes I liked her I just feel different now she’s not here stop talking to me like we’re friends it’s pretty obvious I hate you so just stop talking” he snapped. Wow.

I didn’t reply mainly bc I was angry but I was also embarrassed why do I even try to talk to him, but he had a point and I wasn’t going to argue against it so I just left the silence to linger.

We pulled into my driveway “thank you”I said “what did I just say” he replied. I slammed his door shut and walked in

“ANDREEA” I shouted, she walked out her room “Heyy” she said hugging me.

“Soo how did it go” I asked, we both sat down on the couch “it was the best thing ever I spoke to felix and he asked for my number” she giggled. “WHAT” I screamed jumping up, I was more excited then her I’m so happy for her if anyone deserved this, it was andreea.

“So how come you stayed out” she asked

“Well I fell asleep watching a movie Matt also broke up with Isabella and I think he’s upset about it but honestly I don’t care” I responded

“What happened”

“She cheated on him” I said

“Ouchhhh that must hurt” she she hissed

“Maybe it will teach him a lesson to be nicer to people” she added

The problem was that Matt was nice to literally everyone but me, he sweet around all other girls and his brothers, his friends and there friends. But me, no he hated me and to be fair I couldn’t care less.

“Earth to y/nnnn” andreea snapped her fingers in my face taking me out of my thoughts

“I may need to go out in a sec can I borrow your car” she asked

“It’s out of gas still in the triplets drive way”

“How did you get home” she asked confused

“Matt” I spoke

“Matt?” She laughed confusingly “Matt gave you a ride home” she said more serious this time

“Yeah, but don’t look shocked he was being a dick the whole way here” I rolled my eyes

“Typical Matt, don’t worry about it imma just Uber” she said walking into the bathroom and the shower turned on.

-

Call from Chris 💗

Mmm I rolled over from my nap

“Hello” i say

“You wanna go to a party ?” He asks

“You don’t even drink why would u go” I responded

“Cause it will be fun”

“Okay yeah whatever I’m down”

“Be ready in 15 mins”

WHAT I thought that’s not alot of time

“Oh okay bye”

“Bye Y/n”

I put on this short black dress and put some some makeup on then I just did my hair half up half down in a claw clip because I didn’t have time to deal with that, I heard matts horn beep and I went outside.

“Hey” I said getting in next to nick, Nate was also in the back with us

“You look pretty” nick says

“Very” nate adds

“I’d be lying if I didn’t say u looked hot” Chris giggled, Matt didn’t say a word other than giving me an eye roll through the mirror

“Thanks guys” I smiled

We arrived at the party and I didn’t waste time going in, the music was loud and I didn’t know where the triplets and Nate went I was just alone in the kitchen of this house. I poured myself a drink leaning against the counter slowly moving my hips to the music.

“Hey sexy” I turned it was a tall guy, black messy hair and a tattoo on his neck.

“Hey, what’s ur name” I smiled at the handsome boy

“I’m Wayne what’s urs” he placed his hands on my waist

“Y/N” I downed the rest of my drink as the alcohol started to kick in as he pulled me to the dance floor and we danced.

“Here” he pulled out 2 pills lifting one to his mouth swallowing it as he put the other one to my lips

“I don’t do drugs i-“ I was cut off

“I’ll take care of you come on take it don’t be a pussy why are u at a party if ur not gonna have fun” he stroked my face, it shouldn’t have made me weak but it did I mean he was hot and I didn’t want him to not like me.

I took the pill and me and Wayne spoke and danced for about 15 mins, then the immediate regret hit me. I shouldn’t have taken that pill, my head went fuzzy but I didn’t want his hands to get off me, I wanted more, I needed more.

I ran my hands up his body as he pulled me to the bathroom, he lifted me up onto the sink “mmm” I moaned as he kissed my neck his hands running up and down my thighs. I pulled his shirt over his head his lips crashing into mine, he bit my lip asking for entrance.

A part of me wanted this but I new it was wrong I wanted to stop but I couldn’t push him off me, my body was heavy and my mind was weak

“stop” I breathed out “shh shh it’s gonna be okay” his hands lightly running over my clit making me whine, “we can’t do this stop it” I used my strength to push him away but it was nothing at this point I couldn’t even open my eyes, what the fuck did I take.

Then the door swung open “she said stop jackass” I knew the voice it was Matt, no it couldn’t be Matt but it sounded just like him.

“She was the one who wanted this” Wayne said

“Well I heard her say stop twice”

“You been spying on us, pervert” Wayne pushed him

At this point I could barely see straight let alone keep my eyes open but from what I could see it was Matt, Matt was in here, they were arguing but my ears were ringing and I started to panic, my breathing got heavy I was scared.

“Tell her not to do drugs again if this is how she acts” Wayne said walking out.

“Drugs?” He asked, turning to me my eyes screwed shut but tears slightly running down my face I felt like I couldn’t breathe

“I- Matt I- can’t breathe” I panicked

“I’m right here Y/N” Matt said interlocking his hands with mine.

~~~~

This is not proof ready but thanks to the people who read my last chapter I hope u enjoy this one

#nate doe #sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #smut #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #reading

[clovers-garden-co]

damn. i want smth like this. Not the yelling- but i want to be held close like this UGHH

(warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship, yelling, mentions of abuse :/, no one gets hurt anymore okay? , this is angst w comfort)

you both had gotten into an argument, and it was really over something small. Kazutora had come home from work irritated, and really on edge. You didn’t know what caused it, but it was starting to put you on edge. So you asked him about it.. or at least you tried to. 

The first time you asked, he responded with a clipped “nothing.” But you knew there was something up, and you wanted to try and help yk? You just.. weren’t prepared to be on the receiving end of his agitation. 

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE OKAY??” He yelled, making you flinch away from his form on the couch. You didn’t realize you were crying until two hands gently held your face, and you watched as his once harsh expression morphed into a more softer and concerned one. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. Kazutora held you close while you continued to shake in his hold. You told him, about your ex and how dysfunctional your relationship was with him, and how it didn’t rub off too well on you. 

But.. Tora was supposed to be different. 

so why are you crying? 

Tora would never lay a finger on you.

but he would. 

Tora would never yell at you for small things.

but he always did. 

Maybe you were upset that your image of kazutora had cracked. And that fear that everything that happened with your ex was going to happen now. That he was going to hurt you, leave you… and find someone else that’s better because you’re just not worth-

“ hey, come back for me okay? I’m not..” he paused, thinking back to what happened with his mother. what his father had done. “I’d never hurt you. Ever.” Upon hearing your lack of response, he continued. “I’m sorry for lashing out on you like that - I had a rough day at work and I know.. I know that’s not ever an excuse-“ 

“It’s okay.” You whispered. You wrapped your arms around him in return as you began to think that it actually- was not okay and you should probably seek some help. But.. maybe you could get some type of healing from here. 

because - “I love you. Never forget that.” 

..Because he loves you.

#tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers #anime #tokyo rev fluff #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev angst #angst with comfort #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x you #kazutora x reader #kazutora tokyo revengers

[abbatoirablaze]

His Sunshine, Chapter 12

Word Count:  1.5k

Warnings: murder, gun violence, angst, mentions of kidnapping, manipulation, mentions of rape, PTSD.

“And you’re sure?”

“Seven and a half weeks along Mr. Hansen,” the doctor nodded with a smile as he looked between Lloyd and myself, “she seems to be in good health.  Your soulmate looks like she is in excellent health, actually.  You said you had concerns about her being sick?  With what you’ve mentioned, it sounds like simple morning sickness.”

Lloyd smiled as he looked at me.  And I felt it across the bond.  Our love had multiplied and was growing in my belly.  I felt overwhelmed and overjoyed at the thought, and it was clear that Lloyd did too. 

“Our baby,” he cooed, rushing up to me.  His hand gently traced over the flat of my stomach, “our baby is inside of you, Sunshine.  And it’ll be here in just a few trimesters…”

“Our baby,” I repeated, my hand falling over his.  His grin only grew, and I leaned up from my spot on the bench to kiss him, “we’re going to have a baby.”

“Now, I would suggest coming in to a hospital for some more tests, Mrs. Hansen,” the doctor said quickly, “just so that we can get a full workup to make sure everything is alright.  That way we could put all of your anxieties to bed and prove that her illness was just morning sickness.”

Lloyd broke away from our kiss, his smile quickly turning into a frown, “she’s not going anywhere.  We’re going to our home in Croatia…where no one can hurt her.”

“Hurt her?” the doctor asked, his brows furrowing, “Mr. Hansen, no one will hurt your wife or your child.  I only suggested it bec-“

“Enough,” he growled, nearly in a feral state as he pulled his gun out, pointing it at the doctor’s head, “my wife isn’t going anywhere with you.  She’s coming home with me…where I know that she’s safe.”

“Lloyd,” I whispered gently, my hand reaching out to his free one.  Our fingers interlaced and he kept his eye on the doctor, “Lloyd…let’s just leave.”

The doctor stood stock-still as Lloyd swallowed, urging me to go behind him.  I placed myself between him and the doctor, but he only laughed.  My heart raced as the doctor went from nervous to cool and collected.  I gripped Lloyd’s hand a little tighter once I realized that the man was clearly working for someone, “they’ll find her you know…now that she’s pregnant, your little deal with Carmichael will be off.  They’ll all start coming for her like a pack of wolves.  It’ll be worse than the bounty out that’s on six.”

Lloyd’s voice was tight and angry as he spoke, his gun firmly aimed at the man’s head, “who sent you?”

“Doesn’t matter,” the doctor shrugged, “they’ll know the second that you pull that trigger, and I don’t report back…”

Lloyd angrily roared at the man, far too upset about giving in and taking me to a doctor after I’d been sick for nearly a week.  He pulled the trigger, unloading the gun’s clip in to him and he quickly turned to me, “sunshine…we need to get home, baby…I need to know that you’re safe…and that’s the only place.”

I only nodded in response, following my husband out of the secret office that we’d come to, knowing that he was right.

“The package is secure,” one of the men said firmly over his comm.  I frowned and he shot me a look before repeating it, “the package is secure in the nest.”

“I heave ears, you know,” I growled in reminder, “and I’m a decorated agent with more kills than you can imagine...just because Lloyd and I are hav-”

“Sorry Mrs. Hansen…it’s just a precaution,” the second man said with a tight lipped nod as he cut me off, “we don’t mean to-“

“Mrs. Hansen?” the first guy asked.  You smile as he swallows his nervousness, “I thought she was the girl…the niece.”

“Well, lucky for you, I’m more forgiving than the first Mrs. Hansen,” I smirked, thinking about the angry ex-wife downstairs, “but don’t cross me…and treat me like a human being.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I smiled, “now…can someone please tell me when she goes to her quarters so that I can go for my daily walk outside without her grating presence?”

“Y-yes ma’am.”

“You said you thought I was a niece,” I commented, my gaze shifting to the man on Lloyd’s team once more, “has she arrived?”

“She has, Mrs. Hansen…”

“Take me to her.”

“Mr. Hansen said-“

“My husband just wants me and our child safe in the compound,” I reminded the first man, “now...I know that he’s left to go after six…but you don’t have to act this way with me…I can still tell him things when he comes back.”

“Things?”

“Things,” I said simply, insinuating that I would tell Lloyd that they were less than cordial to me, “so take me to the girl.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“A girl…like you…”

“Y-you have a wedding ring on your finger?” she said nervously, “a-are you married?”

I nodded thinking back to the morning in Paris when Lloyd proposed. 

“Making love to my fiancé in a Parisian flat…showing her the world…I can’t wait to make you Mrs. Hansen.  We’ll have a big cele-“

“Let’s get married here, Lloyd.”

His brow rose, “what?”

“We’re in the most romantic city in the world,” I reminded him, “let’s go find someone to marry us.  I don’t want to spend another moment knowing I could be Mrs. Hansen.  I want to be your wife, Lloyd.”

I could feel the admiration across the bond.  He smiled at me, his calloused thumb grazing over my bottom lip.  I gently poked my tongue out and swirled it around the digit.  He gasped, shuddering as he lightly pressed his finger into my mouth. 

I moaned against it, and he shuddered again, his eyes fluttering closed.  I let his thumb slip from my mouth as I leaned up, pressing my own warm lips against his, “I want to be yours…completely, Lloyd.”

He nodded against my lips, and I rolled out of the bed away from him, “well come on, Lloyd…let’s go find a priest to marry us so that we’re not living in sin anymore.”

“I’d gladly commit that sin every day, pumpkin,” he growled seductively, reaching for me, “lets commit it one more time before we go?”

“Were you forced?”

My eyes snapped to hers, and I felt sad by the question.  I shook my head, “L-Lloyd would never force me to do anything.”

Her eyes widened and she took a step back, “y-you’re married to him?”

I nodded, proudly showing her my mark, “he’s, my soulmate.”

“He’s evil,” she spat, pushing my arm away.  But my own eyes widened when I caught sight of her mark.  I reached out, and grabbed her arm, the familiarity of it seared into my brain.  She tried desperately to wrench her arm out of my grip to no avail, “Let go of me!”

“L-let go of me,” I whimpered, trying to push him away.  His grip only tightened on my hair, pulling me even closer to him.  I cried out in pain as his hushed grunts were quieted only by the rhythmic slapping of the headboard against the wall, and his heavy balls hitting my tender southern regions.  I winced as he bucked his hips even harder.  My throat felt tight, and I could barely speak; the paralytic doing its job all too well.  I fought with every syllable, “s-stop.  P-please, stop!”

“Let me take care of you, Sunshine,” he groaned.  Tears slipped down my cheeks as I stared off blankly at the wall, his mark in my peripheral.  I felt his mouth nipping at my neck, creating the purple-blue bruises that would be there for days, “fuck…you feel phenomenal baby…keep sucking me back in.”

The sounds of the room started fading out and I focused not on the wall, but on his own soulmate mark, wondering how I had fucked up, believing that Six was going to help me, when all he was really doing was trying to find a way to rip my own soulmate apart.

“I said let go,” she whimpered, trying to pull away from me.  I gasped, letting go of her and backed away until my own back hit the wall.   She seemed to think something was wrong with me as her own scared look faded away and she began to look worried.  She took a step towards me, “he-hey…are you okay?”

“Get away from me!” I called firmly, slapping at her hands.  My eyes remained glued to her mark.  She immediately hid it beneath the sleeve of her shirt. 

“Y-you know my soulmate?”

I nodded, unable to find the words as I kept thinking back to when he’d hurt me.  She bit her lip and took another step forward. 

“W-why are you afraid of him?” she asked gently, “wh-why are you crying?”

I hadn’t noticed the tears that were running down my face.  Not until she pointed it out.  I reached up with my own sleeves and swiped at my face, trying to get rid of the evidence that I’d been crying, “my husband is going after him.  He stole something from the agency…and your uncle knows it.  But your soulmate…that’s not all he did.  You can think that Lloyd is evil all you want, but it’s not him that’s in the wrong…his name is Court Gentry…and he’s the man that raped me…”

Chapter 13

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[sunlightandsuffering]

I just remembered  the drabble you wrote about Carla seeing Teacher Eren’s class photo and almost dropping it when she saw Nico. She said something like “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he is yours”. I’m 100% certain there’s an Ackerman version of this. Levi sees the photo, stares at it for a long, silent minute. Then goes, “are you shitting me, Mikasa? This guy?”

LOVE IT, WRITING IT! BRILLIANT!

Mikasa smiles as she watches Nico play in Levi's living room, running as fast as he can back and forth between couches. Sometimes she can't help but look at him, her kid, her beloved little brat, her pride and joy, no matter how much trouble he causes her.

She smiles fondly as he throws himself rather aggressively onto the couch, rambunctious as always. People can judge her all they want, she'll never regret doing it alone, because she got Nico and that made it all worth it.

"So what did the little shit get up to today?" Levi asks and Mikasa chuckles, coming out of her reverie, "Eren, I mean Mr. Yeager said he started a playground riot." Levi shakes his head fondly, continuing to stir the pot of stew on the stove and Mikasa jolts up as she remembers, Nico got his class photo today!

"Do you want to see the class picture? It's really cute, Nico even managed to keep himself clean so he actually looks presentable for once." "Sure," Levi says casually, "Stir the soup for me would you?" Mikasa nods, switching places with her cousin, leaving the adorable class photo on the kitchen table, little Nico all dressed up in his white button down and a cute little clip on bow tie she'd bought him with ducks on it.

Just looking at the photo makes her smile, her cheeks hurting with it, because he's so damn cute, she'd done a great job with her kid, and she supposes the sperm donor too. "Mikasa who is this man in the picture?" Levi asks, a note of uncertainty in his tone and Mikasa grins, "That's Mr. Yeager Nico's teacher, he really looks up to him." Mikasa continues to gush over her child's very handsome teacher, her cheeks heating up a little and not from the heat of the soup on the stove below her, "He really keeps Nico in line, I'm going to be so upset when he has to switch classes next year. I think he's really great for him."

She looks back to Levi for his reaction, expecting maybe a nod of acceptance or a grunt of agreement, some kind of positive feedback but instead she gets a blank stare, "Are you fucking shitting me Mikasa?" "What?" "His teacher? That's who you used as a sperm donor? The teacher?" She sputters, "I-no, of course not, Levi why would you think that?" "Umm have you seen the two of them next to each other," Levi holds up the photo, angrily pointing to Eren's mini me as he's been so affectionately called by most of the school staff, and Mikasa herself had even caught herself thinking of Nico that way.

"It's a coincidence!" She defends and Levi scoffs, "No way, that's his carbon copy, at least be honest, are you just ashamed to be dating a teacher, c'mon Mikasa."

"I didn't!" She huffs, turning back to the soup, "I used a sperm donor Levi I promise." "Yeah sure." "He's not the dad!" Levi stares at her in complete disbelief and Mikasa sighs, mumbling out the suspicion she's had on her mind for months, "At least I don't think he is." "Oh my god," Levi groans and Mikasa wilts, staring into the red soup below her. She hates to admit it, but it's a thought that's crossed her head a few times, but for now, it's denial, because she doesn't know what she'll do if Eren really is the father.

#lys's drabbles #teacher eren and milfkasa

[andi-o-geyser]

im curious how you feel about how the lady vex moment was done in the show?

as someone who is only starting to watch the campaign (so i’ve seen just clips of that moment and not the whole thing) and who also watched the cr watch party as they explained it, i quite like how it was done. the intent and meaning was there so from a perc’ahlia standpoint i’d say it works (esp since they are still developing that relationship and they aren’t as close as in the stream i think) but also syldor’s (at least the show’s version) reaction felt appropriate and allowed for vex to stand up to him and for that to be the main part of the moment imo

Thanks for the ask! I’ve had some… conflicting feelings about the Lady Vex’ahlia moment, which I do think is in part due to me having built it up so much in my head over time. It’s such an incredible moment in the stream, and the victory of Syldor having to accept the title was lost in TLoVM which really threw me off. That being said, with a week to rewatch it and let my feelings about it settle, I’ve warmed up to the animated version much more. Objectively I think they did it wonderfully, and just like you said, the way Syldor didn’t accept it made much more sense in this context. They had so much more time to fit nuance with Syldor into the stream, but here they needed to make him an absolute asshole to convey the insecurity of the twins. it would have been a bit hollow if Vex so quickly had a win when Percy one-upped her father because that would have made her sadness and willingness to go with Saundor much less clear. Taking that win away from her in the show I think made this version hit much harder than it otherwise would have. The scene works perfectly in the stream as is, but TLOVM simply is not the stream. That's not to say TLOVM doesn't have its weaknesses, but as much as I first did, I no longer believe this moment is one of them.

I also think adding the new scene of Percy and Vex talking afterwards made it all come together really nicely. They haven't had nearly as much time to develop Percy and Vex’s relationship, so as much as I wanted more Perc'ahlia it almost would have been too abrupt for them to suddenly act the way they did with each other in the stream. In the stream, Vex was ecstatic with Percy and even gave him a kiss on the cheek, and that simply wouldn't have fit here (as much as I adore that scene). That deep feeling of the upset of not being able to rattle somebody so awful, and just like Vex said, telling them to fuck off usually feels like it hurts you more. Having her express those feelings gave her comfort while also not fixing her issues, so the audience can understand why she then has an emotional struggle with Saundor. I know that they have much more to squeeze in, and I think it will always take me some time to get used to the changes, but once I do it’s really fun to be able to appreciate them as a different medium. The stream will always be there, and I can always go back and watch the (absolutely marvellous by the way if you haven’t seen it) “I’ve known a lot of people with money” and “it’s Lady Vex'ahlia” scenes. Still, I think the way they adapted it was super well done and has made me more excited about it as time has gone on. I think you’re absolutely right about how the appropriate reaction from Syldor and Vex talking back to him worked here, and I’m so glad to see that people are enjoying it. As the expectations of it have worn off a bit for me I’ve been able to have much more fun with it as well :)

Also if you haven’t, I would HIGHLY suggest going to watch any Perc'ahlia scenes in the Feywild. The arc is much (by usual TV standards, but it's not actually too many CR episodes) longer in the streams and all of VM is there, and it’s so so enjoyable as a short few episodes of dumb fun and daddy issues. The “they are definitely not worth you” exchange is also objectively incredible in the stream and makes me lose my mind every time I watch it, so while they couldn’t fit it in its entirety, which is totally fine, I think it should be required viewing for everyone because it’s one of the most heartfelt Perc'ahlia scenes hands down.

#sire we have revived trebuchet thoughts from the front #release the weapons and send our response with haste! #andi answers asks #i could also talk about how well the OG stream titling works for literal hours but this answer is already so long #so i'll refrain until another day ;) #critical role #relentlessly posting perc'ahlia #perc'ahlia #cr1 #vox machina #tlovm #the legend of vox machina #tlovm s2

[showtoonzfan]

Helluva Boss Season 2, episode 2 sneak peek: Thoughts and predictions

So for those who don’t know, Vivziepop was attending a convention the other day knows as “TooManyGames”, and they showed a sneak peek of Helluva boss season 2, this time being episode 2. A fan went there and filmed the peek, as they made this tweet: https://twitter.com/drtwitch666/status/1540792987864551424?s=21&t=4-_DqKLAsW58rlDWmBao6g

A big thanks goes to that person, so give him some love! Anyway, now that we have a clip of season 2, I wanted to give my thoughts and predictions. There’s not really much to say, but I still wanted to make a post regardless. Please keep in mind that I’d love to know what you thought of the clip, and what you think is ganna happen! Without further or do, let’s start!

So there’s not a lot to go off of here, but to sum up the clip, Blitz is trying to talk to Loona about her behavior towards clients, hence why Loona is so mad. Moxxie seems happy here, as Blitz is struggling and is trying to put his foot down in a way. While that’s going on, we see Octavia sneak in, as she goes to steal the book. She succeeds, possibly going to earth with it.

So firstly, I’d to talk about what I think this episode will be like. It clearly seems to be centered around Loona and Octavia, with Loona frustrated about Blitz and her behavior, and Octavia possibly escaping her parents.

Judging by these two screenshots in the 2022 trailer, I have the feeling these are from the same episode, this episode in particular, in which Loona goes to earth to cool off, and spots Octavia. They’ll of course probably hang out and bond over their daddy issues, and teenage stuff they like. I’m also expecting a heart to heart emotional moment of course, especially since the fandom wants to see them together since they’re both angsty teens. I did see one fan theorize that Stolas and Blitzo go to earth as well to look for her, but DEAR god I hope that’s not the case. Seriously, I don’t know how much more of the stolitz pandering and fan service I can take, I’m so sick of this being “The Stolitz” show, and nothing else. Can we actually focus on the characters who fucking NEED development? Can we actually focus on the female characters for once? I also saw another fan theorize that Blitzo and Stolas will accidentally get caught up in a movie set for humans mistaking them for actors, and then a fight scene ensues, judging by the shots of Blitz with a wig in the trailer. So yeah….it seems Blitz and his crew will then go to earth to look for her, along with Stolas until they’re pulled into some show set by accident and have a fight scene. That I’m not looking forward to, it feels like there’s going to be a lot of filler in this episode with Stolitz fanservice and the fighting, when they COULD be using that time to develop the characters that need it, aka Octavia and Loona. This episode is honestly a good opportunity to give Octavia and Loona more development, so they don’t feel like freaking background characters anymore. I’m sincerely hoping they do something engaging with Loona’s development specifically, something that won’t just be “wahh, I’m a horrible bitch who has no friends even though I could easily just be nice to people to fix that!”, because yeah, Loona has her issues and I don’t want another sob fest for a character that’s just an asshole who could easily change. Of course it seems this episode is also leaning towards another conflict between Loona and Blitz’s father daughter relationship, and all I can say is that I hope the development actually GOES somewhere instead of disappearing into thin air like episode 3. It would be interesting to see how Blitz and Loona bounce back whenever something though goes on between them, so I hope there’s actual development on their relationship here, again….unlike episode 3, where they just blew up at each other, and the episode just…dropped the conflict and forgot about it. As for Octavia, of course we can infer that she’ll be upset about everything going on at home, especially since her father of the year is still screwing Blitz and has made zero changes for her or her mother, and her mother is just a screeching one note bitch. While I’m intrigued to see more about Octavia and this situation, I do hope we learn more about her outside of that, like I hope she won’t just be angry and sulking the entire episode. I also want to say that I hope season 2 doesn’t hold back regarding Octavia, and what I mean by that is i want them to show us how she truly feels, show her desperately torn up and angry at her parents, WITHOUT making Stolas look good in some shape or form. I say that because I really didn’t like how episode 2 handled her feelings. Basically to sum Loona and Octavia up, I hope there’s more added to their characters, and that they get good development. If the episode really does involve Stolas and Blitz looking for them, I sincerely hope Viv and Brandon spent the running time they have to developing other characters, instead of more stupid Stolitz fan service. Seriously, Loona and Octavia desperately need development, and this seems like a good setup if my theory turns out to be true.

Moving on, let’s discuss my thoughts on the actual clip. It starts with Loona literally beating the shit out of Blitzo….and well, this is certainly different, we’ve never seen her act with violence, at least with Blitz. While I’m so happy to see Blitz getting beaten, I’m kinda worried about how they’ll handle Loona’s situation. I still REALLY don’t like her, she screams edgy loud obnoxious furry, and I can already tell this is going to be an episode deep diving into how lonely she is probably, and that she doesn’t have any friends. The only problem is that I still can’t feel bad for Loona. She’s unlikable as all heck and I can’t get invested in her or her story. Like…I get that she’s supposed to be this angsty teen trope but….sorry guys, it’s the same with how I feel about Blitzo, Stolas, and Angel, I just can’t feel sympathy for a character that acts like nothing other than a spoiled horrible brat. All I can say is that I hope she realizes that she doesn’t need to treat everyone around her like utter shit for no reason and own up to her behavior with the consequences. Moving on from that, we see that Moxxie is happy, my viewpoint is that he seems eager to get a new receptionist since she’s so mean to him, that or he’s genuinely happy Blitz is putting his foot down. Oh yeah, that’s another thing. Can we actually SEE Loona do some work? Yes we’ve seen her fight, but we never see her do her damn job. She always just sits at the desk and reads or something, it would be interesting to see how a client calls her and what she has to do. That reminds me, I sincerely hope that Blitz will finally be working to be more kinder and of course respectful to Moxxie and his wife. It would be nice to seem him at least TRYING to be more kinder and understanding towards his employees, and since he’s finally confronting Loona about her behavior, it could be a good start, though it seems more like he’s only talking to her about her behavior not for the sake of him or his workers, but for his job rather. Hope that’s not the case.

Anyway, we see that Octavia has come in to steal Stolas’s grimoire. Not really happy to see that the book is still just a portal device. It’s always aggravating to watch a character interact with this book, because we still don’t know what the heck it does, or any lore regarding it. How long do we have to wait until we figure out this book’s purpose? What it’s used for? What it does? What’s in it? How Stolas uses it and what his job is? To be fair though, this is a clip of the second episode, so hopefully the questions will be answered in episode 1. I also hope that moving forward, this book won’t just be used as a portal device and nothing else, because that’s just wasting potential. Anyway, the first thing I want to say is that this scene made me roll my eyes, once again the main characters are being idiots for the sake of the plot. I mean come on, Octavia was RIGHT behind them in the same room! I get they were distracted but they have no security? No cameras? They couldn’t hear her dang footsteps?? But whatever I guess. We see that Blitz keeps the grimoire in a safe, and my biggest problem I have is that….well how does Octavia know the code to it? She probably never interacted with Blitz, but perhaps she knew from Stolas but…..what does it matter if Stolas knows the code? Blitz is the one keeping hold of the book, and they lend it to each other anyway on the full moon when they get it on. Also….that’s another thing. We know that Stolas gets the book for a certain amount of time on the full moon, so why couldn’t Octavia just wait until it was his turn with the grimoire? Why go through all the trouble sneaking in IMP headquarters? Guess she couldn’t wait that long. I don’t blame her, escaping from an emotional abusive household doesn’t seem so rash in her case. All I’m ganna say is that I hope the relationship with her dad and even mother is dealt with well, parents divorcing and verbal and emotional abuse are huge hefty subjects, and I really hope they portray that well. Though……I’m pressing X to doubt. I hope they deep dive into Stella and just not make her this one note yelling bitch but again…..press X to doubt. An ending with these three characters who is a family falling apart…I’d like to think they acknowledge they’re broken and all three of them put the effort in to fix it, ya know….something complex, instead of just making Stolas out to be the good guy who ends up with Octavia.

So yeah, that’s all I have to say on this clip. I can’t say it’s…..promising, like…I’ll be honest, the episode with Stolas and Paimon looks far more interesting than this one, but here’s to hoping the writing and storytelling has improved, or at the very LEAST, season 2 becomes promising. I just want the storytelling to be better, as well as good character development, and character development that actually GOES somewhere, not just being thrown out the window the next episode like season 1. Of course I also want Loona and Millie to get development and actually be defined characters, they’ve been shoved to the back in the entirety of season 1 and I really really REALLY hope season 2 isn’t just “The Stolitz and Moxxie show”. Hopes are still low, but I’ll definitely be checking the first episode out. Thank you for reading, and tell me your thoughts on the clip and season 2! I’ll see you next time! 👋💕

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