#In which my everyone lives together AU has a function | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

thepixelelf · 8 months

Text

Even If

genres: zombie apocalypse au, angst, loss pairing: reader x scoups words: 1.2k warnings: descriptions of injury, death, wound infection, and permanent scarring. notes: as with most of my fics, this story does not have a full plot! it is a snippet of a world!!

On a typical scouting, Jeonghan and Chan find more trouble than they initially thought.

Sometime during the aftermonths, Jeonghan developed a keen eye for the living.

He doesn’t like to think about when he gained this inexplicable ability. The infection would have reached his brain in mere minutes if not for the quick thinking of his friends. Now, a good chunk of his left cheek is gone, the remaining scar tissue stretched taut over his cheekbone. And with that, his left eye is glazed over with a milky white. Too exact of a match to the moon-eyed to classify it as anything else.

Before his incident, the group had wondered how the moon-eyed could find them so often, even in the dark. Jeonghan, though, now half moon-eyed, understands.

The living have this certain… glow. He can’t explain it when the younger ones ask, because he doesn’t quite get it himself. It’s not that he really sees a glow. He just knows it’s there, in all of them.

And distinctly missing in the moon-eyed.

It’s his one solace, he thinks sometimes as he stares at the ceiling above his cot when he can’t fall asleep. (He never can these days.) Though he was bitten, and though he is partly… them… When he lifts his hand above his head, the glow is warm around his fingers. At least those, his hands, are human. Alive.

His eye is part of the reason he is always a part of the scouting group when they split up. He can tell if any wanderers are human and need help, or a high-functioning moon-eyed. The other reason is that he’s the oldest, and the idea of any of the boys going out without him to protect them brings a disgusting bile to the back of Jeonghan’s throat.

“Jeonghan,” Chan calls out, tearing Jeonghan’s eyes from the skyline ahead. Normally, Chan stays at the base, the closest thing the group has to a healer along with Mingyu, but he came out today claiming that if he didn’t, he’d go completely stir crazy. His concerned, almost scared tone makes Jeonghan regret letting him outside already.

Following his gaze, Jeonghan looks out to the right of their intended path.

“Is that guy…?”

Two bodies are tangled together on the grass, and usually, Jeonghan would chalk that up to some moon-eyed accidentally getting stuck to each other and unable to walk. The person underneath, however, has the glow.

Jeonghan looks at Chan. Neither of them have to speak. They just run.

There became a certain hopelessness in the aftermonths. Jeonghan himself almost succumbed to it, but the boys managed to pull him out.

Everyone, no matter how hopeless it may seem, deserves a chance at life. Especially in a world like this.

Jeonghan tears the moon-eyed off the human, and while Chan jumps in to apply aid to them, he throws it to the ground as far away as he can. He flips it over, hands moving quickly and practiced to force its arms behind its back in the hopes that he can press them close together, then shove all his weight on them to dislocate the shoulders. A moon-eyed with no functioning arms is a little easier to fend off.

But— Jeonghan’s hands pause. Its arms are already behind its back, bound with layers and layers of torn, dirty fabric. The same fabric is wrapped behind its head, gagging it. Jeonghan realizes that the screaming is not coming from the moon-eyed, which only grunts and struggles under him, and he instinctively puts his hand on the back of its head and shoves its face into the grass.

The screaming gets louder, gruff and guttural, and that’s when Jeonghan looks behind him at the human, whom Chan is desperately holding down by straddling his torso and gripping both of his wrists in each hand. The screaming isn’t garbled, moon-eyed nonsense, it’s—

“Get your fucking hands off them,” the man yells, eyes burning as he glares fire straight into Jeonghan. He attempts to throw Chan off, but the boy has grown stronger in the aftermonths. “You hurt them and I swear to god I will kill you. I will tear you apart!”

His glow is unmistakable, but also…

He doesn’t have a scratch on him.

After all — Jeonghan turns again to look at the moon-eyed under him — what damage can a bound and gagged moon-eyed do?

He lets go of his hand, and he lifts his weight off the moon-eyed right when the enraged human finally heaves Chan off him. The man scrambles up and over to the moon-eyed, shoving Jeonghan out of the way in the process, and drops to his knees at its side.

“Are you okay, baby?” he almost whispers as he sits the moon-eyed up, but Jeonghan hears him loud and clear. His hands gently cradle its face, as if it were delicate. “Are you hurt?”

Your blank, milky white eyes do nothing but stare forward. No response comes, nor does anything even close to recognition show on your face. To Jeonghan, you are as good as dead.

“Jeonghan,” Chan says softly, putting a hesitant hand on Jeonghan’s forearm. His eyes stay on the man and the moon-eyed, which he keeps coddling despite your lack of reaction. “What do we do…?”

Chan is one of those positive types. He wants to save everyone, and he’s a large part of the reason Jeonghan does now, too.

Jeonghan looks down at Chan’s hand on his arm. With his fucked up cheek and one glazed-over eye, he could be just like any other empty-headed, soulless moon-eyed to anyone who sees him. But Chan, he is okay with touching Jeonghan. He even asks to hold his hand sometimes when he can’t sleep. If Chan can care about his half zombified leader…

The man in front of them, shedding tears for the moon-eyed in his arms, is broken.

There’s something wrong with this, all of this, but Jeonghan clears his throat. “What’s your name?”

Hesitantly, the man turns to look up at him and Chan. “Seungcheol,” he says, voice hoarse. No doubt from the shortage of water in the area combined with his shouting.

Jeonghan crosses his arms. “I’m Jeonghan.” He tilts his head to his left. “This is Chan. Do you have a place to stay?”

Seungcheol’s arms wrap protectively tighter around you, and he furrows his brows at the two. “I’m not leaving them.”

“Never said you had to,” Jeonghan says, which prompts Chan’s jaw to drop before he clicks it back shut. Everyone deserves a chance. Everyone deserves a chance. It’s easier to repeat those words in his head than actually see to it. Jeonghan pushes the words out. “I’m sure we could…” He looks at the moon-eyed once more, and its eyes feel too much like a mirror. He swallows his fears. “...figure something out.”

Though a long moment passes in silence, Seungcheol eventually nods. “Did you hear that, baby?” he says to the moon-eyed, as if it can hear him. “We’re finally gonna have a home again.”

Jeonghan looks away, and he just starts walking in the direction of the base. He only glances back once, and he notices for the first time that rope is knotted in a sloppy, makeshift harness around the moon-eyed’s body. Seungcheol pulls it along by a leash.

Fuck.

What the hell did he just agree to?

172 notes · View notes

cak3o · 3 months

Note

quick question (pun intended, even though I’m not asking abt him XD) what is Shadow Man’s role/personality like in your AU? From what I’ve seen, it’s like he’s pretty young and Top Man is kind of his friend? Guardian?

Hiiiiiii, ur ask got me so excited I yelled in my car on my way home from work/so so so positive

So. The 3 bots!!! They are so so cute to me (I call everything cute) because I love that they were made to function specifically as a team! A team to travel space together and mine power crystals?? They are so fun.

After the events of the 3rd game (which I will. Hopefully draw out one day) the 3 bots actually get to do their job!!! (After a lot of convincing from dr.light to the government or w/e that these robots will not go rogue again.)

Top (the leader), Needle, Spark, Magnet, Hard, Snake and Gemini all travel into space in a giant ship (I like to imagine they reused gamma in some way for this…I haven’t drawn it out yet tho) and investigate interstellar power sources!

Their missions are going great and their reports back to Light are pretty normal! Until…

During one if his expeditions, Top stumbles upon an injured robot…in the middle of space??

Concerned, they take him back to their ship where he quickly charms the entire crew with his odd personality and adowable face. He doesn’t talk much, but he’s super excited to meet everyone, especially Top.

Eventually, they go back home to Earth and bring the mystery robot to Doctor Light but for some reason-

They have *absolutely* not clue what the hell he’s made out of. Although he has the looks of a robot, he seemingly doesn’t have any actually mechanical components! Anytime they try to get a reading on what’s goin on in there, the images come out blurry and weird. Light worries about what would happen if Wily heard about this mysterious life form….(spoiler alert. He totally hears about it later)

In the meantime, the 3 bots offer to keep an eye on him. Light allows it, and thus, we have the final full 3rd group!

With a great team spirit and hardworking attitudes the 3 bots have a bit more spice added to their lives with the addition of “Shadowman”! Named such due to his tendency to hide behind others like a shadow :^3

It must’ve been fate that lead them to each other…

Or was it?

(Spoiler. It wasn’t)

Anyways. TLDR- yes, Top is like a guardian of sorts for Shadow lmao. He found a weird space baby and said “yeah, I’ll adopt him.” Little did he know that the space baby had this all planned from the beginning.

#megaman #rockman #Topman #shadowman #snakeman #geminiman #hardman #needleman #magnetman #sparkman #cak3oart

66 notes · View notes

justmeinadaze · 6 months

Text

Halloween Masquerade (Part of Pushing the Barrier AU) (Eddie X You)

A/N: And now that song from that scene will be in my head for days lol Enjoy <3.

Full Series Here!

Warnings: Stripper Eddie X Fem Reader, SMUT, quickie passionate bathroom smut :), FLUFF, They love each other <3, ANGST, readers mom isn't a fun of Mr. Munson here and feels like he broke up readers marriage, Eddie confronts her and meets the parents, he also has a run with her ex who I finally gave a name to!

Word Count: 3531

“So how are things with your new man going?”

You grin sassily towards your coworker as you take a bite of your food. It had been six months since you kicked out your husband and filed for divorce. You and Eddie both moved out of your old apartments into one together that you absolutely loved. The place you were at with your ex was so big and always felt so empty. With the metalhead’s things mingled with yours, it actually felt like you were home.

Three months ago, your ex showed up to your classroom trying to win you back so after telling security to make sure to never let him in the building again, of course, the gossip quickly spread. When you casually mentioned Eddie everyone wanted to know more and after bringing him to a work function, they fell in love with him.

“Y/N, he’s so sweet, oh my god! You were married for how long to that other guy and I don’t think I met him once. He’s really cute to. Look at that smile! You’re so lucky!”

When they asked what he did for work, you told them he was a musician which wasn’t an entire lie. Eddie still played with his band on the weekends and they did what they could to get noticed. You just left out the part about the cube and him taking off his clothes for money. To be fair, you two had many, MANY conversations about it and it was his idea that you keep it a secret.

“I don’t want it to cause trouble for you at work or anything.”

“I don’t think it will but I’m honestly not sure.”

“Baby, I come from a small town remember? Parents used to flip shit about teacher’s personal lives all the time. We had one teacher in middle school who ‘resigned’ because the parents found out she had a girlfriend. It was bullshit.” Eddie wraps his arm around your shoulders as your lean closer against him on the sofa. “I know this city is a bit more liberal but…it would kill me if you lost your job. You love those kids and you’re an amazing teacher.”

“It’s going pretty well. Now the divorce on the other hand…”, you roll your eyes.

“Nick causing problems?”

“With a capital P. I don’t get it. He was never home and asshole cheats on me but he doesn’t want to sign the divorce papers because he thinks we ‘still have a chance’.”

***

You sighed as you entered your apartment and placed your things down on the floor by the front door.

“Hey baby. Long day?” You smile when you find Eddie sitting on the counter with a beer in his hand. It takes you moment to realize his eyes were clouded over with worry. “Yeah, it’s about to get longer.” Reaching over with his finger, he pushes a button on the voicemail box and you roll your eyes as your ex’s voices floats through.

“Y/N, honey, please. I know we can fix this! Call me back so we can talk. That’s all I want to do is talk.”

“Seriously, babe, he’s not what you deserve. You deserve so much better! I can be the man you need.”

“Fuck! Y/N, you are smarter this. What kind of future can you expect to have with trash like him.”

You cross your arms as you growl at his insult of the man you love.

“Oh, wait. It gets better.”, Eddie says with sarcasm.

“Y/N, it’s your mother. Look, you can’t keep ignoring people that care about you. Nicholas is still your husband and you owe it to him to at least hear him out. Don’t be selfish! A marriage is about two people not just one.”

“Sweetheart, you made a commitment when you said I do. Whoever this boy is that you think is worth destroying your marriage over… I can’t. I’m so upset.”

You roll your eyes as the message closes out with her pretending to cry. Shuffling towards him, you place yourself between Eddie’s legs as you wrap your arms around him, pleasantly sighing when you feel his hand pet your head.

“I’m sorry you had to listen to that. You’re not trash, baby, and you definitely didn’t destroy whatever I was in before because I know it wasn’t a marriage.”

“I know, sweetheart. I just hate feeling helpless.” Leaning back, you look at him with confusion. “I’d like to talk to your family.”

Shaking you head, you completely pull away from him as you head towards your bedroom with him hot on your heels.

“Y/N, come on. I can handle them and I’m sick of you having to listen to them berate you because of me.”

“It’s NOT because of you. It’s because of Nick. He convinced them he’s a good guy and he convinced my mother that he’s the victim. Eddie…”, you exhale heavily. “Just ignore them. Please…so we can be happy.”

“Please, sweetheart, at least let me try.”

He softly smiles as he watches your head tilt to the side in thought.

“In our neighborhood where I grew up, for Halloween, they have this cheesy masquerade dance thing they do every year. Usually, Nick and I would go but this year I had planned to skip it… Eddie, are you sure about this?”

“Yes. I promise if I can’t sway them then I won’t bring it up again.”

#############

A heavy exhale leaves your lips as he parks his van outside of the building the party was being held at.

“Hey.”, he coos to get your attention. “You look really beautiful tonight.”

Eddie’s mouth had fallen open when he saw you step out of the bedroom in your purple masquerade dress that you had bought quickly one day after work. It was short in the front but the lacy material flowed down behind your legs just above your ankles with sleeves that came down to your elbows. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail with the loose strands curled as they hung behind you. The purple mask rested on your face and brought out the color in your eyes that made the metalhead swoon.

Tonight, he took your breath away in his sleek black tux and utterly sexy smelling cologne that almost had you jumping him before you even left your apartment. What he didn’t tell you was he had asked Mira to help him pick something out.

“Eddie, everything’s going to be fine. I thought you didn’t care what people thought about you two.”

“I don’t but this is her family. I don’t actively want to make her life complicated. If I can smooth things over then I want to try.”

Smiling you lean over to give him a kiss before he jumps down and runs around to open your car door.

“After this, when we get home, we’ll celebrate Halloween right; spooky movies and greasy pizza till one of us throws up.” He beams down at you as you genuinely laugh and agree. “I’m right here with you, princess, ok? No matter what happens, you’re mine and I love you.”

***

As soon as you both entered the building, the stuffy air and aristocrat vibe hit you instantly. Keeping his hand tightly intertwined with yours, you yanked him towards the bar and hand him a glass of whatever was handed to you that you hastily knocked back.

“How long has this dance thing been around?”

“God, um, for as long as I can remember. My parents were always going and then dragging us along when we became adults.”

“Is it an adult only thing?”

“Not technically but you have a room full of people who are probably already drunk and think they’re above it all so…” Eddie can’t help but chuckle at your disgusted tone. “Did they have things like this in Hawkins?”

“Not that I’m aware of. One of my closest friends, his family comes from money and they had parties but I don’t think they went all out like this. This reminds me of that scene in The Labyrinth.”

“But I'll be there for you-ou-ou As the world falls down…”

His grin grows as you sing and look up at him with wide, glistening eyes filled with nothing but love for him.

“Care to dance with me, Ms. Y/L/N?”, he inquires as he playfully bows and extends his hand out for you to take.

“I’d love to, Mr. Munson.”

Guiding you to the dance floor, he tries to mimic the people around him, placing his palm on your back and clasping the other to you own while holding it in the air to the side. You smile as your free hand rests on his shoulder and you two begin to sway.

“You really do look handsome in this.”, you compliment him.

“Me? I pale in comparison to you, princess.” Eddie’s hand slides a bit lower as he brings you closer to him. “I’m not going to lie. I feel like I’m in a storybook right now. Like I’m a commoner who just snuck into the king and queen’s palace to dance with their beautiful daughter.”

“Eddie, you aren’t a commoner.”

“After we dance, I’d climb up to your balcony Romeo and Juliet style, professing my love to you.” He smiles when you giggle and blush, dipping you dramatically before bringing you back to his chest as he softly sings.

“A love that will last Within your heart I'll place the moon Within your heart.”

Feeling eyes on you, you glance around the room till your gaze lands on your mother who is staring daggers at the man holding you.

“I love you, Eddie.”

Hearing the shift in your tone, he takes a deep breath and wraps both arms around you.

“I love you to, Y/N. We got this.”

***

“Mom. Dad. You guys look amazing.”

Your dad grins as he yanks you in for a hug. “We look amazing? Look at you! You look beautiful. Who’s your friend?”

Eddie lifts up his mask and offers his hand to your father who shakes it.

“Hello, sir. I’m Edward Munson but you can call me Eddie.” As he moves to greet your mother, she glares at his palm as if it was dirty and he hesitantly pulls it back. “Ma’am.”

“This is my boyfriend.”

“Hm. Can’t have a boyfriend if you already have a husband.”, your mom spits.

“Hm. Someone should tell Nick that since he had a girlfriend through most of our marriage.”, you retort angrily.

“How about we go somewhere quiet and get to know Eddie here?”, your father suggests trying to break the tension.

Both of you follow them into an empty area where you and Eddie sit side by side on a couch while your parents take a seat in separate chairs across from each other.

“So, how did you two meet?”

“She was out for a walk and it started to rain so she ran into the bar I work at. We got to talking and…” He gently smiled as you looped your arm through his and leaned on his shoulder.

This was the story he came up with when you introduced him to people you knew. It always made you feel bad because you weren’t ashamed of what he did. You knew he only did it to survive and was working hard to become a musician. But Eddie insisted, trying to protect you from any more unwarranted stress.

“You’re a bartender?”

“I’m a guitarist actually.”

“He and his band are fantastic.”, you boast making him blush as his fingers lightly squeeze your knee.

“I imagine that doesn’t pay all the bills. Not here in New York.”, your mother sasses.

“Not yet, ma’am, but I do what I can to make ends meet.”

“Like seducing my daughter and breaking up a marriage?”

“He didn’t ‘break up’ my marriage. Nick did. You know what, that really pisses me off that you continue to defend him after what he did. I did everything to make my marriage work! You constantly make me feel like l didn’t try hard enough.”

“Obviously you didn’t because you and your husband aren’t together. Do you think your father and I get along all the time?”

“It was way more than ‘not getting along’!”

“Please. Look I’m just going to cut to the end of this conversation so we don’t waste any more time. I think you need to give Nicholas another chance and leave this negative distraction behind.”

You huff as she gestures towards Eddie.

“She did that already and he failed.”, the metalhead interjects. “We spent time away from each other and I respected her choice even though I didn’t agree with it. Y/N gave him a chance and he still went off to be with that girl.” He turns his head and meets your father’s eyes. “I love your daughter with every fiber of my being. Since the first time I heard her speak, I knew she was special. Nick had her for years and tossed her aside making her feel worthless. I know what that’s like and I would never do that to her or make her feel that way.”

“A marriage is sacred.”, your mother scoffs as she folds her arms.

“I agree. That’s why I want to marry her as soon as I possibly can.” His eyes find your own. “If you’ll have me of course.”

“Of course, you idiot.” Your palms cup his cheeks as you bring his lips to your own.

“You know, when we first met Nick, all he did was talk about himself.”, you dad smirked before extending his hand out to Eddie. “You’ve got my blessing, kid.”

As he enthusiastically shakes it, your mom starts scolding you three in the background. Ignoring her, you tug on his arm, and power walk down the hallway till you find an empty bathroom, pushing him in as you lock the door.

His arms open wide and you practically fly into them as your lips feverishly dance with his. Eddie’s palms roam your body, searching for a zipper, button, or any kind of access underneath your dress. Helping him, you lift the front hem exposing your panties and he hastily pulls them down before grabbing your ass to lift you onto the counter by the sink.

Heavy pants escape you as he sucks that sweet spot on your neck, grinding his groin between your legs as you fumble with his belt. His palm snakes to the back of your neck, placing his forehead on your own, and groans when he feels you free his cock from its confinement. Licking his lips, Eddie watches you with pure lust and anticipation as your tongue runs along your hand before stroking it along his length.

You guided his tip to your entrance till his hips took over and he thrust himself into your cunt. Gripping his waist, you allowed him to take what was his as his lips tenderly kissed parts of your face till he found your lips again.

“I love you, Eddie. I’m yours, baby.” The man’s jaw went slack as he pumped his hips at a faster pace as he listened to you murmur to him. “Look at me, baby, please.”

You subtly nodded as he did what you asked, flashing him a small smile.

“I can’t wait to marry you. I’ll—mmm—I’ll do whatever I can to get my divorce through. I’m not going to make you wait again. I promise. I promise, Eddie. Fuck.”

Bringing your head to his shoulder, the metalhead circle his arms around you, and held you to him as he pounded into you till your eyes rolled.

You trembled against him as the coil in your belly snapped and while your pussy clenched around him, he grunted in your ear before releasing his seed deep inside your body.

No one moved as you continued to hold each other.

When Eddie finally did pull back, he smirked and leaned forward to kiss your lips.

“I’m still going to purpose to you at the perfect moment but at least I got your dad’s blessing.”

As he adjusts his pants, he grabs some tissue to clean you with and helps you on to your feet, kissing the skin along your legs as he pulls your panties back to their proper place.

“No matter what, Eddie Munson, I’ll say yes.”

“I hope you know, baby, I’m not worried about you when it comes to your divorce. I know it’s him dragging his ass on everything.”

“Sometimes, I think about that fight we had in the cube…when you said I was the only girl in the world that you were ok with being my second choice.” Your fingers reach out to fix his jacket as you speak. “That killed me… I never want you to ever feel that way again, Eddie.”

Ringed fingers lift your chin to meet his eyes.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to keep punishing yourself for that and your marriage. You’re here with me now and I’m going to give you the life you deserve.”

After one final kiss, you both leave the bathroom hand in hand as you tug him towards the parking lot with the intention of leaving. Of course, things can never just be that easy for you two.

“Y/N?”

“Fucking hell.”, you growl in annoyance as you turn around. “Unless it’s about our divorce, Nick, I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Y/N, you haven’t returned any of my calls! The least you could do is hear what I have to say!”

“You had 5 years to say what you needed to say! You chose to cheat on me instead!”

“Look, I—” As your ex stepped towards you, Eddie stepped between you.

“Right there is good. You have no reason to be that close to her.”

“She’s my wife.”, Nick seethed as he eyed the metalhead with disgust.

“Not anymore. You had your chance, many of them, and you blew it. She doesn’t want to talk to you and with that being the case I’m not letting you near her.”

Your ex took a confident step forward and to his surprise Eddie did the same towering over him.

“Go ahead, Nick. Give me a reason. Y/N wouldn’t let me confront you when you harassed her at work so this will make up for that.”

“Eddie. Come on, honey. Let it go.”, you coax him in a calm voice.

“I broke up with Sarah.”, he says as his eyes flick from Eddie’s to yours. “I haven’t seen her since you left.”

“Too bad you couldn’t do that when we were together. Come on, Ed.”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N! Are you fucking kidding me?! I’m way better for you then this trailer trash asshole! How long are you going to keep punishing me?!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Nick. I forgot everything was about you! It’s always been about you! He’s way more of man than you ever were in every fucking way. Now, fuck off!”

“HEY! You don’t get to talk to me like that—”

As Nick stepped forward to scream at you, Eddie’s fist flew hitting him square in the nose as he fell to the floor.

“I warned you to stay back. Sign the divorce papers, Nick, and let her go. Let her be happy for once.”

##############

“Ow!”

“What do you mean ‘ow’?! Your rings took the brunt of the impact, you badass.”, you tease as hold the ice pack on his hand.

When you got home, you both had changed and were now comfortably lounging on the couch with you curled up by his side as you took care of him.

“Geez. You’re so mean.” Eddie smiles as his eyes scan your face. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m ok. I’m sorry about my mom.”

Shaking his head, he tugs you into his lap and you lean your head onto his shoulder.

“Don’t be, sweetheart. I don’t care what either of them says about me but I do care that it hurts you. I remember how lonely you were, Y/N. That sad sound of your voice when you first came in. The way you cried when you stumbled into my apartment telling me what Nick had done. I know you tried everything and I know you deserve better then that dick because I was there. I saw and heard everything. If she wants to keep belittling you, at least now she knows I’m not going to allow that and your dad knows I’m a good guy for you.”

“You are a good guy for me. My knight in shining armor or blood-stained rings I guess.”, you giggle.

“Hey, I warned him—”

“I know. I know.”, you smile as you turn his head to kiss your lips. “Now I believe I was promised pizza and celebrating the holiday correctly.”

Eddie laughs as he places a final peck on your lips and playfully pushes you off his lap. As he gets up to call the pizza place, he lightly continues to sing David Bowie, and gives you a wink.

“Falling, falling, falling, falling in love…”

###########

############

@Munsonsuccubus @samunson83 @tayhar811

@bibieddiesgf @maximus2354 @nevermore66 @ajkamins

@dollalicia @secretdryrose @staandupanndscream

@tlclick73 @persephone13 @mandyjo8719 @bebe0701

@other-world-s @kiyastrf94 @alottanothing

@blue-eyed-lion @zeroxbendylove-blog @munsonology

@mimsthebannished @ches-86 @siriusmuggle

(I pulled this from an old list so im sorry if any of these names are no longer what you go by. Just let me know and I can update it!)

#eddie munson #eddie fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn stranger things #fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x fem!reader #Spotify

96 notes · View notes

llamagoddessofficial · 1 year

Note

I’m bringing back the oldies baby. Portal au but y/n is a kid?? Maybe young intern Sans took under his wing before shit went down? Would things be more or less the same, or would everyone act differently with this hyperactive curious kid running around?

oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god. big robot trying his hardest to love and look after a child when he's already broken. i love it

Well, for one, it would be a smart move on Hit's part. Remember, Hit is the Portal AU's Rattmann. He's the one responsible for getting Mc to the top of the queue for testing. It makes even more sense in an AU where Mc is a child that Sans cared about- Hit's hope is that Sans' parental feelings will awaken in the cold machine.

And boy, do they.

Sans: Mc will not be tested. Obviously. As soon as he realises that it's a child, his 'this is my baby' instincts light up. He creates a robot body for himself, that can function like a physically present parent. Soft synthetics replace hard metal, warmth artificially flows through his bones, smiles can be played on his face. He obsesses over the creation of play rooms, entertaining non-serious puzzles, a kitchen where he can cook for her, a pretty bedroom with glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. He essentially builds a house, right in the middle of the lab.

He knows her memory will be foggy, from the stasis. He intends to tell her he is Sans, rather than Sans' organic shadow uploaded into a digital mind where it festered and turned sociopathic. As far as she knows, he decided to turn into a robot because it was cool, and this is simply their new home together. Nobody died. Nobody was hurt. She is fine, he is fine. They are all fine.

... She wakes up in his arms. He never wants to let go.

Red: His directive, assigned directly from Sans, is to be the fun one. 'Uncle Red' must always be a joy to be around, a break from Sans, a distraction to keep her entertained. Sans makes him pretend he also used to be human, to keep her from asking too many questions. It sounds like it would be terrible... but honestly, Red delights in being the fun one. He has direct permission from Sans to play around with a child he's inherited Sans' fatherly attachment to, you can bet he'll be sneaking her off to cool secret parts of the lab.

... However... the more he spends time with her, the harder he finds it to see her living a lie. She doesn't know what happened, she doesn't even realise she's trapped, growing up in a perfect lie that Sans built for her. Red starts to wonder if he was really borne from Sans' consciousness... the two have completely different ideas of what her future should entail.

Skull: Skull is surprised when Sans requests his return, and promises not to kill him. Sans never makes promises. Sans, rather begrudgingly, understands that he needs Skull for Mc to be happy... after all, Skull is literally the conglomeration of all of Sans' most emotional parts, that he tried to throw away to stop feeling pain. Sans doesn't want to admit it, but he needs Skull- he knows he has lost the ability to easily display the love human children require. Mc will unconsciously seek out that missing part of Sans... but she'll find it in Skull.

Skull gets to enjoy a sleek new body, and he gets to care for his baby. Since Skull is raw emotion that turned into a living thing, for better and for worse there is probably no entity capable of loving her as much as Skull does. This is probably the best version of the Portal AU in which to be Skull.

Skull and Sans are happy to keep her forever. Red... Red is the only one who grows to have objections.

#llamagines #portal au #yknow i can kinda see a way out for Hit in this au too #if mc finds him in the facility before sans does (while sneaking around)#she'll naturally be attached to the only other organic creature she's encountered #sans- though seethingly jealous- is unwilling to kill someone his daughter cares about in case it makes her hate him #so he allows hits existence #perhaps he'll do as a playmate.#though if he ever steps out of line or makes her sad hes dead meat

323 notes · View notes

local-pr1nter · 2 months

Text

Fuck it.

Daiya Owada Headcanons

Because we love our eldest Diamond bro.

These are all purely headcanons as we don't know much about Daiya but think of this as another Non-Despair AU situation

Daiya is that typical big bro- loves his little brother, would both die for him and kill him in the same breath if it was possible.

Also loves his gang and Takemichi. He just radiates big bro vibes to everyone he meets.

One time, Daiya stopped by the academy to give Mondo a little surprise. Probably a little birthday gift or something.

The whole class was shocked to see him of course- how is that guy Mondo's brother???? And why is he hot?????

Of course they all just tease Mondo about it after the fact, and I like to think that's how he and Yasuhiro met (idk I just think they would be chill together plus they should be in the same age range if we go by that four year age difference between Mondo and Daiya in that Diamond Bros post I made, which makes Daiya one year older than Hiro)

And since Daiya mostly lives on his own whenever Mondo is at the academy, he was forced to get a job (with the occasional help from the gang of course)

He probably works at a convenience or grocery store, occasionally volunteering at a dog shelter whenever he can.

Big fan of ramen and sushi, specifically from those little run down places you need to look for.

Has met Hiroko Hagakure during his time in the hospital. Both were acquainted and know of each other, but they don't properly get to know each other until Hiro and Daiya start to hang out more.

Talks to animals like they talk back.

"Chuck I'm behind on my bills"

"Boof!"

"No Chuck I can't just get a third job"

"Boof!"

"Why don't you get one you freeloader?"

"Boof!"

When he's not worrying about work or money, he's either watching anime or cooking show, while trying out some new recipes. He particularly thinks Kitchen Nightmares is so dumb and he loves it.

As you've probably realized by now, I picture Daiya as a chaotic guy under the rouse of a normal functioning guy.

No one notices until he tells the story about how he got his pet lobster. Then they realize he's fucking nuts.

He's like a cryptid almost, that's the best way I could put it.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v1 trigger happy havoc #danganronpa fandom #trigger happy havoc #mondo oowada #danganronpa au #danganronpa headcanons #mondo owada #daiya owada #danganronpa daiya #daiya oowada #diamond brothers #crazy diamond #hiroko hagakure #yasuhiro hagakure #danganronpa hiroko #danganronpa yasuhiro

30 notes · View notes

ihearthoonie · 4 months

Text

save the date!-y.jungwon.♡

social media au!

SYNOPSIS- for a bride and groom, the wedding day is the most memorable and happiest night of their lives, signifying the start of a new chapter of their lives together! only this wedding will be planned by the bride’s unprepared and confused daughter, yn, who has three months to plan her mother’s perfect day. enter yang jungwon: the best wedding planner in the business who's hired by yn to help. will they be able to make yn’s mother’s wedding a hit or will it flop? find out in save the date!

OR in which the daughter of bride has been tasked with planning her mother’s wedding and falls in love with the cute wedding planner

GENRE-strangers to lovers, social media au!, fluff, humor(?)

FEATURING-enhypen, minji and hanni of nwjns, beomgyu of txt, wonyoung of ive, leehan of bnd and others in specific chapters

PAIRING- wedding planner! jungwon x fem. reader

WARNING-beomgyu being down bad for minji ( I do not ship these idols in real life!!), cringe nicknames, bodily functions such as pooping and vomiting, blood, bad jokes ( more to be added)

TAGLIST- (OPEN) send an ask or ask in the comments :)

STATUS- hiatus

NOTE FROM ELLE: THIS IS MY FIRST SMAU YAYAYAYAYAY!! FINALLY, I GET TO SHARE THIS WITH EVERYONE!!! I thought about this story a few months ago and I went through several prototypes (AND I MEAN SEVERAL prototypes), finally settling on this version. So,I'll do my best to bring to life the ideas that have been stewing in my head!! You might see me take away and delete things throughout this process- so please bear with me!!Enjoy!!

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

PROFILES: hooligan brigade | happilyeverafter | fairygod bros

TABLE of CONTENTS:

01: LOCKED UP, NO BAIL

02: no we're eloping 😇

03: May the odds be in your favor, my dear

04:

05:

TAGLIST: (OPEN)

#💍- save the date!#ihearthoonie #enhypen #enhypen x reader smau #enhypen x reader #yang jungwon #park sunghoon #niki #jay park enhypen #lee heeseung #kim sunoo #sim jake #enhypen social media au

29 notes · View notes

hcsfff · 10 months

Note

Hmmm for the requests, maybe something including soft grumbo with the title ‘so kiss me in the doorway’ (taken from julia nunes’ song make out, which has such grumbo vibes lol)

Yes, good. I made this part of my vampire Mumbo AU. The AU that exists only in my head

---

There weren't many upsides to becoming a vampire. Mumbo had been functionally immortal prior to becoming one, so even that wasn't a plus. Everything else was a minus in his eyes. He couldn't go out in the sun, garlic was off limits, mirrors no longer worked. It was all a right pain!

If there was any positive to this situation, it was that Grian had taken up the mantle of being Mumbo's food. Which was a strange way to put it, but Mumbo had to eat and Grian had extremely powerful blood, so he was the best choice. His blood was delicious, honestly. Brimming with a vitality that tasted electric, magical even. One feeding from Grian could easily last Mumbo an entire month. Mumbo hated to refer to Grian as food, but Grian thought it was rather funny and kept teasing him about it. He even wore low necklines after Mumbo bit him, almost like he wanted everyone to see the bite marks. Mumbo didn't understand, but Grian seemed to be in a competition with no one at all to be Mumbo's best friend. He was obviously winning that contest, with the bite marks to prove it.

Probably the best part of the feedings was that Grian spent the night afterwards. He said he felt weak, but he literally lived five steps away from Mumbo. Half his base was under Mumbo's base. It was really just an excuse, or so Mumbo thought. He didn't mind at all. Grian was so cuddly and affectionate after Mumbo bit him. He wondered if some of his vampire magic was at play, but no one else he ever bit reacted that way. Must be a Grian thing.

The saddest part was watching Grian leave in the morning. Mumbo had just woken up, Grian was already up and getting dressed. He smiled at Mumbo. "Good morning sleepy head."

"Morning." Mumbo yawned. "Leaving already?"

"Yeah. I have a busy day. Of course every day is busy when you always get distracted and procrastinate." Grian chuckled to himself.

Mumbo nodded, standing up and rubbing his eyes. He would probably go back to sleep after Grian left, he was more nocturnal now, but it was only polite to walk him to the door, right? Mumbo followed Grian across his vault, his eyes wandering towards his neck, where the bite mark was still very visible against his pale skin.

Grian rubbed his neck, chuckling to himself. "Still hungry, Mumbo?"

Oh. Mumbo had been staring. He shook his head. He wasn't hungry, but in a way he enjoyed looking at that mark. Was that a side effect of being a vampire? He couldn't deny that he enjoyed biting Grian. It was satisfying in a way that was hard to explain. Like finally itching a scratch that had been bothering him all day. Seeing his handiwork just made him proud? Maybe.

"Sorry. I guess I'm not quite awake yet." Mumbo awkwardly rubbed his own neck. He had no idea what he was even thinking about now.

"Get some more rest. I'll talk to you later." Grian hit the button on the wall that opened the vault door.

The sounds of pistons nearly drowned out Mumbo's voice. "Wait!"

"Hmm?" Grian looked back at him, the sunlight from outside bathing him in light.

Maybe Mumbo was still hungry. No. That wasn't right. There was something else he wanted though. Some other desire that needed to be fulfilled. He pushed his index fingers together, trying to put this desire into words. "I uh. I was wondering. Before you go."

"Yeah?" Grian grinned at him.

"Can I have a kiss?" If Mumbo had the blood to blush, he would probably be bright red. Maybe he was, he did have Grian's blood! That was too strange to think about. No, the only thing he wanted to think of was kissing Grian. That's what he really wanted, wasn't it? Oh no, he was being far too forward. Grian must think he was such a fool. He might never come back to feed Mumbo ever again.

Except at those words, Grian stepped back into the vault. He grabbed Mumbo's tie and pulled him down. With no warning, his lips were suddenly upon Mumbo's, kissing him like there was nothing else he rather be doing. It had that same light, tingling feeling, only this felt even better than drinking his blood. Mumbo kissed him back, for once grateful he didn't have to breathe, because he was certain his very breath had been stolen away.

Grian broke the kiss, looking up at Mumbo with a bright red face. He opened his mouth, barely whispering, "You can have my kisses whenever you want."

Then he rushed out the door, holding his face in his hands. Mumbo sat down on the stairs, feeling like everything was spinning. Had that really just happened? He was so happy and embarrassed at the same time. He had a feeling that the next time Grian came over it would be a lot more than just for Mumbo to eat.

#grumbo #they are both so awkward

68 notes · View notes

marvelmusing · 2 years

Text

The Rest is History

A Shadow and Bone Modern AU

Pairing: Aleksander Morozov x Fem!Reader

Summary: After unexpectedly bumping into your old History professor, he asks you to spend the night with him to escape your roommate and her boyfriend. And who are you to turn down such an offer?

Warnings [18+]: smut, protected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), praise kink, little bit of size kink, a ridiculous amount of fluff, soft dom!Aleksander, can be read as just Aleksander x Reader but my intention is for this to be an eventual Darklina x Reader series

A/N: I didn’t mean for this to end up being so long but here we are

“Professor Morozov?”

He frowns, eyes locking with yours, and you can see the moment recognition sparks in their dark depths. He smiles brightly. Even two years after you last saw him, your stomach still flips when he smiles at you. He says your name fondly, and your cheeks warm immediately.

Of all the places to run into your old History professor, Genya’s bar - The Little Palace - wasn’t one you had ever considered.

“How are you?” You ask, in an attempt to show him you’re a functioning adult instead of a blushing schoolgirl. His smile softens as he moves to sit on the bar stool next to you.

“I’m doing well thank you. And yourself?”

Your lips part, but you don’t have time to answer as Genya cuts in.

“Aleks! I was starting to think you’d forgotten about us.” He chuckles, a warm rich sound that makes you want to stare dreamily at him waiting for the next one. Then Genya’s words register in your mind.

“Wait, you’re the Aleks everyone’s always telling me about?” You ask, and he turns back to you, only to narrow his eyes at Genya, who’s wiping a glass with a smirk.

“What have you been saying about me?” You feel your cheeks warm again, and you hurry to defend Genya.

“Oh no, nothing bad.” He raises a brow at you, his eyes almost stern, and you suppress the urge to press your thighs together as you smile innocently at him. “I promise.” He doesn’t seem too convinced, so you begin to ramble, “Just that, you’re the only one who will listen to David when he’s talking about his experiments. That you were Ivan’s best man, at his and Fedoyr’s wedding. And that everyone’s always surprised when I say we haven’t met.”

His expression softens increasingly as you continue to speak, and his smile has returned.

“But it appears we have actually met.” You add, looking down at your fingers as you play with the hem of your dress. His eyes flicker down to watch you, no doubt seeing the smooth skin of your thighs on display. He nudges your knee gently with his own. The fabric of his dress pants is soft against your skin, and you can feel the warmth of his body even with such a small point of contact.

Your eyes flicker back up to his face, and find him smiling softly at you. There’s small flecks of grey in the stubble that covers his jaw, and you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to kiss him. His hair is still the wonderfully rich brown that you remember it as, the same as his eyes. It’s so easy to get lost in his eyes.

He looks away first, glancing down at his drink.

“Is Alina here?” He asks. You frown lightly.

“Why?” The corner of his mouth quirks.

“The two of you were always inseparable, despite the fact that you were studying different courses.”

You smile softly, your mind going back to your college days. You and Alina studied History and Art History, respectively. Through first year you had grown close, and every year afterwards you lived together. Professor Morozov taught you both for the majority of your modules.

You nod, pulling your eyes away from his to look around the bar.

“Yes, she’s here somewhere. With her boyfriend.” Your words falter towards the end, as your eyes fall on Alina. Nose wrinkling with distaste, you see Mal slip his hand up her skirt and watch her giggle as she attempts to push him away. Then she kisses him.

Swallowing hard, you turn back to face Genya who sets another drink down in front of you, to which you smile gratefully at her.

“Looks like another sleepless night for me.” You remark quietly before taking a sip of your drink.

“I finish at eleven tonight.” Genya tells you. You shake your head, knowing what she’s offering.

“David’s just got back from business in London. You don’t want me sleeping on the sofa during your reunion.” You insist, and she fixes you with a determined look. Then someone calls for a bartender, and she moves away.

Your attention returns to your old professor, who tilts his head in questioning, which prompts you to explain.

“Alina and I share an apartment. With very thin walls.” There’s a pause, before he says quietly,

“Ah.”

You nod, finger curling around your drink, as you spin the glass around with a few swipes of your thumb.

“You could stay with me.” You glance over at him with a small frown. “For the night. If you wanted to, of course.”

“Professor Morozov, that’s-“

“Aleksander.” He corrects. You pause, allowing his name to linger on your lips before you speak it aloud.

“Aleksander.” He takes a sip of his drink, and you watch his throat bob, which almost derails your train of thought. “That’s very kind of you, but I couldn’t be an inconvenience like that.”

His hand settles on your thigh, and warmth floods through your body.

“Absolutely not.” He says firmly. “You could never be an inconvenience.”

You lick your lower lip, and Aleksander’s eyes fall to watch the motion carefully. Eyelids fluttering, you try your best to remember how to breathe.

“Going home with you would certainly catch Alina’s attention.” You remark with the hint of a smirk on your lips. His head tilts aside in confusion and you breathe out a small laugh. “There wasn’t a person in my class that didn’t have a crush on you at some point.” His brows lift even higher, and you smile softly at the look of surprise colouring his features. “You didn’t know?”

“No.” Your smile widens, as you continue to tease,

“You didn’t realise that in the second week everyone started dressing in short skirts and pretty dresses for your 9AM lectures?”

“Did you?”

Your smile drops, cheeks flushing with embarrassment, suddenly feeling very caught out as you look down at the surface of the bar. With one hand still on your thigh, he leans closer, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger to pull your eyes back to his.

“Did you?” He repeats softly, with no judgement in his voice - only curiosity.

“Sometimes.” You admit, as his thumb runs delicately over your cheek. He hums in acknowledgement, his thumb still ghosting lightly against your skin. His fingers loosen, so that he’s no longer holding your chin. His touch doesn’t falter though, trailing from your cheek, along your neck, to trace at your collarbone.

“Do you still have that white sundress? The one with the pink flowers?” The burning spreads from your cheeks, following the path of his fingers down your exposed skin. He remembers. You nod. “That was one of my favourites.”

Your brain short-circuits. Not only does he remember, but he has favourites. You think you might pass out. Being the centre of his attention is dizzying.

“Although,” he adds, as his hand smooths its way up your thigh to brush against the bottom of your dress. “This little number is quite the contender.”

Now you’re certain he’s trying to kill you.

“Really?” You had been intending to sound coy, but your breathlessness makes the word more doubtful than anything. He nods.

“Truly.”

“Professor?” Both you and Aleksander turn at the sound of a new voice, startling you from the private haze you had been lulled into. You’re met with Alina’s dark eyes, flickering between you and Aleksander, no doubt observing the proximity, and his hands already on you.

Aleksander smiles easily, but doesn’t move his hands away. He continues to circle his thumb over your skin while he talks.

“Hello Alina.” He inclines his head slightly in acknowledgement, before his gaze moves back to you. She clears her throat, and fiddles with the sleeve of her jacket as she looks at you,

“Me and Mal are leaving now, would you like a lift home?”

Your lips part, and you hesitate. Then you rest a hand on Aleksander’s knee.

“Thanks Lina, but Aleksander’s taking me to his place.” She looks between the two of you again, at your hand on him, his hand on you, and you see her swallow before nodding.

“Oh, okay.”

“See you tomorrow?” You venture, and she nods again.

“Yeah, see you.” You give her a smile, which quickly fades when you meet Mal’s eyes. Then they’re both disappearing into the crowd, heading towards the door.

Aleksander turns to you.

“So, I’m taking you to my place.” He repeats with an edge of teasing in his tone.

“You did offer.” You remind him.

“I did indeed.”

You walk to Aleksander’s car, hand in hand. His hands are warm, and so much bigger than yours, that a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of his hands running down the entirety of your body.

He opens the door of his car for you, and you slide into the seat easily. You frown when he stands there, the door still open, and looks down at you.

“Aleksander?”

“Pull your dress up.” Your eyes flicker out through the window, worried that someone would be walking by at this very moment.

“But-“

“No one can see us.” He assures you.

You comply, pulling the skirt of your dress up to bunch at your waist. He ducks down into the car, unstrapping your heels first. Then his hands trail up your legs. He hears your breathing catch when his knuckles brush against your hips, he looks up into your eyes before gesturing to your panties,

“May I?” You nod. “I need your words, sweet girl.”

“Yes.”

He pulls your panties down, and slots them into the pocket of his trousers. Then he helps you adjust your dress to sit back down over your body. He takes your chin in hand.

“Do you still want this?”

You nod.

“Yes, please.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, and buckles your seatbelt.

“Good girl.”

He shuts the door behind him, and walks around the front of the car before climbing into the driver’s seat. The car hums to life, and it isn’t long before you’re on the road, heading to Aleksander’s house.

He leaves his hand on the console between you, his fingers open and inviting. It doesn’t take long for you to slip your hand into his. Aleksander doesn’t take his eyes off the road, but he smiles and tightens his grip on you.

The journey isn’t long, and soon Aleksander is pulling up into the garage of his house. A large brownstone in Central Os Alta that is probably double the value of your entire apartment block. You hear the door shutting automatically behind the car, and you can’t help but compare it to the dodgy alleyway where you have to park your car.

You bend to reach for your shoes, only to be stopped by Aleksander’s words.

“Ah ah, wait.” He says, turning the keys and pulling them from the ignition. He climbs out of the car, and opens your door. Hooking an arm under your knees, he pulls you out and into his arms. You giggle softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Aleksander drops his car keys into your lap, and you reach down and press the lock button. The car chirps, and he looks down at you with a small smile. He carries you through the garage, and up the steps that supposedly lead to the inside of his house.

Once the sound of his dress shoes echo against the hardwood floors, he sets you down. There’s a click of the lock turning behind you, then his hands are running over your arms. You’re in a small hallway, and you can see the both the kitchen and living room due to the open plan of the first floor. Aleksander drops a kiss on your shoulder.

“Can I get you anything to drink?”

You shake your head, turning in his arms and taking the opportunity to run your hands over his chest. His dress shirt is soft against your fingertips and you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“No thank you.” You mumble before leaning in and pressing your lips against his. He responds eagerly, accepting your kiss and tightening his hold on you. He draws you further into his embrace, as his mouth works against yours.

His hands grasp at your hips, and your fingers sink into his hair. Your other hand cups his jaw, feeling the stubble prickle against your palm. You’re barely aware that you had moved, until your back presses against the wall.

“Where do you want me?” He asks, his voice low and filled with need. “The kitchen counter? The sofa? Anywhere you want.”

You’re unable to answer, as his mouth steals whatever incoherent words were about to escape your lips. His hips are flush against yours, and you can feel how hard he is which pulls a moan from you.

“I can think of at least three places in my study. Speaking of, I have a collection of first editions that I think you’d love.” Your head drops back, and he uses the opportunity to trail his lips along the sensitive skin of your throat.

“Oh yes.” You sigh. He looks up at you grinning.

“Is that for me or the books?” You breathe out a laugh as you meet his gaze.

“Can’t it be both?” He nips lightly at your collarbone, and you whine. His hands run up your body, squeezing at your breasts. Even over your dress, he finds your nipples and rolls them smoothly between his fingers, and you arch into him.

“Where do you want me?” He repeats. You look up at him, meeting his eyes. He slows his motions, noting the shyness in your eyes.

“Can we go to the bedroom?” You ask softly. He smiles tenderly at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Of course sweet girl.”

Without warning, he scoops you up into his arms once again and carries you towards the stairs. As he ascends the steps, you busy yourself with unbuttoning his shirt and kissing the bare skin that you reveal with each button. You’re aware of passing by several doors, before you enter a room, and are placed at the foot of a soft bed.

You look up at Aleksander, tugging at his collar to bring his lips back to yours. He shrugs his shirt off, before cupping your face in his hands and pulling away.

“Turn around, love.” He rasps, and you frown. “I need to undo your dress, don’t I?” There’s a twinkle of amusement in his eyes, and your cheeks warm yet again. Something about Aleksander seems to have you constantly flustered.

You do as you’re told, turning around to allow him to pull on the zip of your dress. He moves slowly, his lips trailing along the length of your shoulders. He tosses your dress away, and you hear it hit the floor somewhere. Then Aleksander’s lips are working their way down your spine, and you moan softly.

You turn back around to face him, settling yourself against the pillows near his headboard. Your body is blazing, but you spread your thighs to reveal how desperate you are for his touch.

You hear him inhale sharply, and a sense of satisfaction fills you at the thought of him liking what he sees. He trails a finger along the inside of your thigh, and you spread your legs wider. A pleased hum rumbles in his chest.

“Look at you.” He whispers. Then his eyes move from your glistening pussy up to your face. “Is this all for me?” You nod hurriedly, the words slipping our before you can stop them.

“All yours.” He smirks, pulling off his shoes, then his trousers and his boxers. In an instant he’s draping himself over your naked body.

“Aren’t you glad I took your panties? Silly girl would have ruined them with a mess like that.”

You can only whine and nod along to his words.

“Please, Aleksander.” He kisses the inside of your knee, and you shudder.

“Would you like my fingers, or my mouth?”

“Saints,” you breathe out in a near whisper.

This man really was trying to kill you. What a question. Your mind is filled with visions of his slender fingers curled around yours, and the soft plush of his now kiss swollen lips.

“Mouth, please Aleksander.” His finger curl around each of your thighs, holding you in place, and you moan softly when you feel his breath brush against your dripping pussy. “Please.”

He presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, his mouth trailing over to your hip, leaving more kisses along your waistline, before circling back to your other thigh. Everywhere but where you need him. Your head drops back further into his pillow, and you whine as you clutch the sheets beneath you.

His tongue parts your folds with one clean stripe and you shudder with a moan on your lips. You breathe out his name again as he repeats his motions, lapping against your wet pussy. Your clit throbs with need, but Aleksander pays it no mind. His stubble prickles against your skin, as he tilts his head to ensure he catches every spot that gives you pleasure.

“Does that feel good, sweet girl?” You nod, desperate for more of him.

When his tongue finally circles your hardened clit, you keen and rock your hips against his face. He responds by burying his tongue even harder into your pussy, and you reach down to grasp a fistful of his hair. His groan shakes your entire body, and you whimper as he sucks on your clit.

Soon you’re chanting a series of pleas accompanied by his name, clenching hard around nothing. Aleksander holds tight onto your hips, keeping them pressed against his face as you squirm. Your gasps and moans increase in pitch, and soon you’re toeing the edge of your first climax of the night.

“Aleksander!” You cry out, before your orgasm hits you. You moan and whimper as he continues to lap at your pussy, swallowing every drop you give him. It’s only when you whine at the sensitivity, does he press one final kiss to your clit before he pulls away.

His hands run along the length of your body, as he makes his way back to your lips. He smiles as he takes your chin in hand and guides your mouth against his. You smile back, feeling almost giddy with pleasure.

“Good?” He asks gently. You kiss him again.

“Very good.” He nods with a smile, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Your hands trail down his body, over his chest, then his abs. You glance down, and see his cock standing erect.

You lick your lips, as you observe the size of him.

“Do you think you can take it?” You swallow hard, dragging your eyes away from his cock to meet his eyes. Then you nod. Aleksander reaches over to his bedside, and opens the drawer. He pulls out a condom, and removes the wrapper before dragging you in for another kiss, and you rock your hips against his stomach. His hand runs down your body, squeezing your waist as he positions himself above you.

Glancing back up at your face, you give him a nod and tug his waist closer with your legs. He breathes out a small laugh, before he brushes his fingers against your entrance. You whine and pout as you look down at his cock, to which he chuckles.

“Need to stretch you open, sweet girl.” You moan quietly as he collects your slick, using it to help his finger slide into you. “Already so tight.” He pumps his finger inside you, and after a few strokes he adds another.

You gasp, arching into his touch as his fingers curl into you. He spreads his fingers apart, stretching you open and your body burns as the sound of your wetness fills the room. When he pulls his fingers from you, you whimper at the loss.

“Think you’re ready now, love?” You nod eagerly, your eyes nearly closed with bliss. A smile tugs on his lips at the sight of you, and he rolls the condom on. Your legs are spread wide, waiting for him, a pout born of neediness pressing your lips together.

But then the head of his cock brushes against your entrance.

“Oh please.” You whisper, and Aleksander obliges. You both groan as he pushes into you slowly.

“There we go.” He breathes out as you begin to take him, inch by inch. “Look at you, what a good girl.” You whimper at his praise, breaths coming in shuddering pants as he pushes deeper. “Just a little more, love.” A near sob catches in your throat, and your face scrunches with a pleasure filled pain. “I know, I know, I’ve got you.” Aleksander assures you, his hands soothing your shaking body.

A flurry of kisses land on your skin, over your neck, along your collarbone and brushing against your breasts. You clench hard around his cock, and he groans into your skin. His hands curl under your knees, and your heels dig hard into the plush mattress beneath you. Then he thrusts into you, drawing a strangled cry from your lips.

You desperately want to meet his thrusts, but your hips are jerking weakly, out of your control, and you’re only able to accept what Aleksander gives you. Fortunately, Aleksander is eager to give you every ounce of pleasure possible.

He grinds his hips against yours with every thrust, going deeper and deeper, pulling more gasps and moans from you. You dig your nails into his hips, ensuring that he doesn’t stop. Your mouth trails along the top of his chest, licking over his collarbones, and he shudders under your touch.

“Oh, Aleksander.” You gasp as he hits your sweet spot. He breathes out harshly, and picks up his pace. Your nails dig harder into his skin, and he groans as you tighten around his cock. “Please, please, please.”

You mumble your pleas against his shoulder as he presses his body closer to yours, increasing the pleasure for both of you. Your hips buck against his as you climax, and you dig your teeth into the skin of his shoulder to suppress a scream. You feel him twitch inside you, and Aleksander’s forehead drops to rest in the crook of your neck.

The two of you stay like that for a long moment, with Aleksander’s body heavy against yours, his cock going soft inside you. Your breathing soon calms, and he lifts his head up to look at you. A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, and you smile back at him immediately.

Pushing up onto his elbows, Aleksander removes himself from you. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and murmurs a soft,

“I’ll be right back.” Your head drops back down onto the pillow beneath you as Aleksander disappears into an adjoining room that you guess is a bathroom. It isn’t long before you hear water running.

Aleksander returns with a warm, damp cloth, which he uses to clean between your legs carefully. There’s a tiny smile on your lips, and he raises a brow at you as he discards the cloth into a laundry hamper labelled as ‘whites’.

“This isn’t how it usually goes for me.”

“Oh?”

“I liked this. I like you, Aleksander.” He lifts the covers and settles underneath, before he opens it up to allow you to slide in next to him. “That’s a little ridiculous isn’t it?”

He shakes his head.

“I like you too.” You look across at him as he lies down, his arm sliding underneath the pillows that sit behind you. There’s a fragile hope blossoming in your heart, and for a second you think he sees it in your eyes as you rest your head on the edge of the pillow, facing him.

He leans forward pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re staying for breakfast?” It’s phrased like a question, but you know you’ll have a hard time convincing him to let you leave without eating something. You nod with a small smile.

“If you’ll have me.”

“Always.”

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

There’s a warmth in your chest, and a delightful ache between your thighs as you wake. Stretching your legs out, your foot catches against something solid, and a sound of surprise hums in your throat. When your eyes flutter open, you find Aleksander regarding you with a smile on his face.

His head leans against the headboard, and a pair of glasses sit on his nose. He looks unbelievably handsome, with the morning light on his face and his hair messy from sleep. He discards the book he was reading as you pull yourself up closer to him.

“Morning.” You mumble. Leaning back against the headboard, you rest your temple on his shoulder. He chuckles softly,

“Good morning. How are you feeling?” His question brings a smile to your face.

“Good.” Then your head lifts up suddenly, and Aleksander’s face crinkles in concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“I bit you.” He laughs, and you sit up to look at his shoulder. Sure enough, there’s a small red mark from where your teeth had dug into his skin. You drop your head onto his chest, hiding your face from him, as he continues to chuckle.

“It’s alright sweet girl.” He assures you.

“You’re sure?” You ask warily, lifting your head up and running your fingers carefully over the mark, before you settle on drawing nonsensical patterns over his skin as the reality of what the two of you had done hits you.

A quiet timidity settles in your chest, and you avoid his eyes. Aleksander notices immediately. His hand, warm and firm, settles over yours, keeping your palm pressed flush against his chest. You glance up at him, finding his eyes already on you.

“I’m sure.”

You offer him a small smile of appreciation, and his hand squeezes yours in gentle acknowledgement.

Aleksander had wanted to make you breakfast in bed, but you were far too eager to sit in his kitchen. The kitchen in your apartment was tiny, so sitting on a barstool at Aleksander’s kitchen island felt like a treat in itself. You told him so, and he had smiled at you and kissed your forehead before continuing to make pancakes for the two of you.

“It makes you seem real too.” You say as you remove the stalks from a pile of strawberries.

“Real?”

“Like an actual adult, with a real house. Like you have something permanent.” You shrug lightly as he turns away from the stove to look at you. “I’m still in an apartment with the same roommate I had in college.”

“You’re still young, milaya. You’ll get there.” You hum as you begin slicing the strawberries.

“It’s just hard sometimes, not being there.”

“You work at the Ravkan War Museum don’t you?” You nod. “Any opportunities for advancement there?” With a sigh, you ponder his question.

“The curator is a rich old man who tends to favour other rich old men. So, not really.” You remark dejectedly. He nods, mulling over your words.

“What about teaching?”

“I’d love to. But I don’t have any experience.”

“You could shadow someone, work as an assistant. You were the one who organised Genya’s invoices weren’t you?” You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips from the memory of Genya’s atrocious filing system.

“That was a nightmare.”

“And you did it excellently.” Your cheeks warm at his praise, which you attempt to shake off.

“I don’t even know what school I’d pick, or where would take me.”

“Well that’s simple.” You frown lightly. “My assistant Marie is about to go on maternity leave.” You freeze, realising what he’s offering you. He takes your stillness as a bad sign. “I know it wouldn’t be for long, but it would be a few months of experience and-“

“You’d really want me?” You ask as you fiddle with the sleeves of the sweatshirt you’re wearing - Aleksander’s sweatshirt. He nods.

“Why?”

“Because,” he says slowly. “I know you’re intelligent, and dedicated. I know you’ll work hard. And as I said before, I like you.”

Your lips part, but you’re unsure about what it is you’re about to say. Aleksander beats you to it.

“You don’t have to give me an answer now.” He assures you. “Just promise me you’ll think about it?” You nod.

“I will, thank you.” He smiles, turning off the stove and turning back to you with a plate full of pancakes. He serves one on a plate in front of you, layering strawberries and the other berries you had prepared over the top, along with a generous amount of syrup.

He cuts a small portion, before scooping up a forkful and hovering the utensil near your lips. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Come on milaya, eat your fruit.” A flush of warmth heats over your cheeks, and you open your mouth to accept the food. There’s a small smile on your face as you chew, and Aleksander busies himself with assembling his own pancake. Which gives you the opportunity to mull over the pet name he keeps using.

The majority of Ravkans spoke English as their first language, and learning Ravkan was only compulsory for the first few years of schooling - certainly not long enough for someone to become fluent. As an historian, you could read Ravkan and Old Ravkan better than the average person, but only someone descended from nobility would use Ravkan so casually. The Morozov family dates back over five hundred years.

“What does it mean?” You decide to ask him. He raises a brow, and you add quietly, “Milaya.”

A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips, and he dabs at his face with a cloth napkin before providing an answer.

“It’s a term of endearment. The literal translation is sweet girl.” Your heart flutters in your chest, and you look back down at your breakfast in an attempt to escape Aleksander’s eyes.

The two of you continue to talk as you eat, filling one another in on what has happened in your lives since the last time you saw each other.

Once you’ve both finished your breakfast, Aleksander fills the sink with steaming hot water and a mountain of bubbles. A little excessive for the meagre amount of dishes you had used, but nevertheless you find a towel and begin to dry the dishes once he’s scrubbed them clean. The bubbles cling to the skin of his forearms, and you’re stunned by how comfortable you are in this moment with him.

When he’s finished washing up, he empties the sink, and curls his arms around you as you continue your drying. He uses the ends of the towel to dry his hands, and soon his fingers are running down your body.

You try your hardest not to squirm, or drop the plate in your hand. His head drops down to the crook of your neck, and he says quietly,

“I’ve been invited to a gallery opening at the Os Alta Museum of Art.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder, and you manage to place the plate, fully dried, on the counter and discard the towel. “Would you be my plus one?”

You turn to look at him.

“When?”

“Next Saturday.” You falter. On one hand, you would love to go, and would love to spend more time with Aleksander. On the other hand, you’re worried what will happen when you get too attached, and he gets bored of you or decides that he doesn’t feel the same.

He presses a kiss to your temple.

“Think it over, and let me know.”

Your mind is reeling a little as you make your way back upstairs. Aleksander had said he needed to send a few urgent emails, but assured you that he wouldn’t be long.

“Feel free to use the shower if you wish, and borrow any clothes you like.” He had said.

Your hair isn’t too much of a mess, so you decide to skip a shower. You’re afraid of spending too much time here, in his home, because as the seconds go by you’re finding it harder to want to leave.

There’s a small buzz that distracts you from your spiralling. Glancing over towards the sound, you observe a small reading nook at the side of the door. There’s a coffee table, and two armchairs with plump cushions that face the window. Then you notice the source of the sound. Your phone and purse sit on the coffee table, and your dress is draped carefully over the back of one of the armchairs. Your shoes are tucked around the side of the chair.

There’s a tote bag bundled up in the bottom of his wardrobe, and you put your dress, shoes, and purse in it. Sitting down on the armchair, you scroll through your phone. The buzzing had been a text from Alina, and you respond to assure her that you were still alive and would be heading home within the hour.

You manage to tug on a pair of Aleksander’s sweatpants. There’s an opened box with a pair of slippers inside, clearly a present from someone who doesn’t know Aleksander’s size. They’re a little large on you, but once you’re wearing socks they mostly stay on your feet.

“You look comfortable.” He says, a teasing smile on his lips and you can’t help but roll your eyes and return his smile. You fiddle with the strap of the bag, before you mention,

“I should be going.” He shuts his laptop, setting it down on the sofa next to him, and stands.

“Give me five minutes.” He says, and walks by you. You turn around with a frown.

“What for?” He turns back to you.

“I’m taking you home.” You shake your head.

“No Aleksander it’s fine. I’ll just take the bus.” That’s a lie. You hate the bus, and would much rather walk any distance in these ridiculous slippers than take the bus. He steps closer, placing his hands gently against your arms.

“Let me take you home, please.”

You sigh quietly, before nodding.

“Five minutes.” You tease. He smirks, pressing a kiss your cheek before he’s moving upstairs.

It’s six minutes later, and you’re heading towards the garage, but you don’t complain as he opens the car door for you.

When he pulls up outside your apartment building, you can’t help but feel disappointed. The last ten hours have been a dream, and now seeing the overflowing bins on the pavement and the neglected attempt at a communal garden has you crashing back to reality.

You offer him a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.

“Thank you for the ride. And last night.”

“May I get your number?” You look up at him, almost startled by his question, and he smiles. “How else am I going to make sure you keep your promise?” Your promise to consider his offer of a job - and a date. Cheeks warming, you unlock your phone and hand it to him.

“I’m sure you thought you could just slip away from me didn’t you?” He teases, a smirk on his lips as he types in his number. You hadn’t done it on purpose, but now you realise that if you hadn’t got his number there is no way you would have reached out to him. He glances up at you, and holds your phone out for you to take. “You can tell me no, if you want me to stop.”

There’s reassurance in his eyes, that he’s telling the truth. That if you truly don’t want his help, or his company, then he will stop all of this. The silence hangs heavy as he waits for your response.

“And if I don’t want you to stop?” You ask in a soft voice, and his eyes darken.

“Don’t tell me no.”

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

“How was your night?” You ask Alina as you pull out two plates from the cupboard above your head. You were dressed in your own clothes, after having a shower, and trying not to think about the bundle of Aleksander’s clothing that now sits on your bed. She shrugs as she spreads butter over four slices of bread.

“It was alright. Mal fell asleep pretty quickly afterwards.” You glance over at her, hearing the disappointment in her voice. Then you remember Aleksander cleaning you up, and talking a little before you had fallen asleep. I like you, Aleksander. I like you too. “He was gone when I woke up this morning.”

There’s a small pause, and you can’t help but think about your morning with Aleksander: eating pancakes, talking about your lives, and washing the dishes together.

“But how was your night with Professor Morozov?” She adds, and you can hear the teasing in her words. You feel bad for a moment, that you’ve had such a wonderful night.

“It was good, Lina.” You admit as you pour two glasses of water for you both.

“Just good?” Your expression softens as you try and find the words to describe Aleksander.

“He’s… nice, and sweet, and caring.” The two of you are quiet for a moment, then she says in a small voice,

“You like him.”

You shake your head lightly, but don’t disagree with her even as you shrug,

“It was just a one time thing.”

“Aren’t you going to see him again?” She says, her focus fixed on the sandwiches in front of her. Now you really feel bad. Alina loves art, and visiting a gallery opening in Central Os Alta would be a dream of hers.

“He’s asked me to go with him to a galley next Saturday.”

“Saturday?” She repeats, raising a brow at you.

“Yeah.”

“Oh he really likes you.” She states confidently, and you frown. “They’re unveiling the new Morozov wing at the Os Alta Museum.”

“The Morozov wing?” You repeat faintly, and she nods,

“Ilya Morozov, he was a famous painter and inventor, kinda like Ravka’s own modern Michelangelo, his work was groundbreaking.”

“He didn’t mention that.” You say quietly.

You thought you had come to terms with it, satisfied with the idea that it was just a nice date that you didn’t have to stress about. Now you were stressed. What does this mean?

“You are going, aren’t you?” She asks, before adding with a grin, “I’d be more than happy to go in your place.” Her teasing helps to ease your worry, and you grin at her,

“Not a chance Starkova.”

She hands you a plate with a sandwich on it, and you hand her a glass of water. Satisfied with your trade, the two of you settle on the sofa to watch whatever Alina had started binging when Mal had left. Once she’s pressed play, you send a text to Aleksander:

So what’s the dress code for this gallery opening?

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

#aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozov #aleksander morozov x reader #the darkling x reader #modern au #darklina x reader #aleksander morozova x reader x alina starkov #alina starkov x reader #alina starkov #alina starkova #alina starkova x reader #shadow and bone au

381 notes · View notes

ch0colatec0ff33-art · 7 months

Text

My brain has latched onto this AU with lockjaw.

[Transcript (image 2)

"oak mountain village" (center of the image)

"LAND OF THE GIANTS" (Bottom right corner )

"neighbor village" (top left corner)]

[Transcript (image 3)

The council -> runs the village

Science, defense, trading and scouting, farming, medicine, art

Takes care of their sector

Council members wear special bands.

They get a second band when an apprentice is found. ]

The first image of the tree is the main village!! mountain oak village. It houses most of the main characters so far with my friends >:] it's at least 5 trees all grown together over like a billion years so it's MASSIVE.

Villages function similar to states in a way? Each one can run in its own unique way. For example the next village over, runs with Lord's in control of everything like a monarchy.

The second image is a map I slapped together that's not totally accurate. The land of the Giants is where humans used to live. All the plants and growth there is really bad, and you can't eat anything there or it's like eating dirt.

The final image which probably requires the most explanation. The council runs the village, each member running their own sector. I only have two members so far, Sasha being Science and Henrik being farming.

Meanwhile the rest of the village folks can work in only one sector, or cross over into multiple.

An example would be a bartender would cross over into both medicines and art. Meanwhile someone like a blacksmith would cross over into all sectors bc they make equipment for everyone.

I hope this makes at least a little sense! I'm really enjoying this au :]

#wingz au #sasha nein #Henrik Pawns #Wingz Lore #txt #silly ocs #bird au

8 notes · View notes

poorlittleyaoyao · 1 year

Note

(For a confession). I love Nieyao and Nielan more then Xiyao, and tend to only read Xiyao if it has a 3zun dynamic/more then just the two of them. I like Xiyao but it’s probably my least favorite JGY ship and I feel kinda bad about that

Aw, you're valid, anon! I'm not so into Nielan myself, but I think that's partly a function of my primary canon being CQL, since it sounds like Nielan has a lot more going for them in the novel. (On the flip side, Nieyao sound like got a lot less going for them in the novel, so if the novel was my primary canon I wouldn't like them nearly as much!)

With Xiyao, though... you're not alone, anon. It's not my least favorite, but I'm considerably less into it than most JGY stans, I think. I am VERY invested in it when I'm actively watching the show, but I don't seek out fanworks for it because there's like... this tendency to be like "ah! their love is so pure! if only they had gotten to be together!" and so many fluffy AUs, and I am a gremlin who likes mess. What interests me with Xiyao is how they love each other but can't be authentic with each other--JGY because he needs Er-ge to think he's Good and masks for him bc he doesn't know how to do otherwise, LXC because he's conflict-averse and won't pry deeper because he doesn't want to make JGY uncomfortable. This is a big fandom, so I'm sure someone out there has explored this, but hell if I can find it beneath them being soft soulmates.

(To clarify, no shade against all the fluff. I respect the desire to write Xiyao having a nice time instead of one of them being a fierce corpse trapped in his mom's coffin sans mom and the other one mourning alone and forgotten by the narrative! This is a matter of personal taste, because as I've said, Euripides rotted my brain at a formative age and that's why I live in the Nieyao dumpster blasting an ominous down-tempo cover of Wuthering Heights.)

I would love to know, anon, which JGY ships you like more! He and Jiang Cheng are my Characters Whom I Can See With Almost Everyone.

#I am also not a fan of the bashing that happens with Nielan and Xiyao #where Nielan has perfect sweet uwu true love but Meng Yao is a devious seducer who tears them apart evilly #or you've got a Xiyao dynamic that's def drawn from CQL but NMJ is portrayed as a brute with no nuance #boring! uninspired!

16 notes · View notes

sylkys0f7 · 1 year

Text

✨Welcome to my OC MasterDump✨

Meowdy! This here post is gonna be used to make a funny littl masterlist of oc information, and I'll probably be adding to it as time goes on! I'll likely include some images + a burb or some lore abt each ch mentioned :)

Syl~! This one's my fursona, hes got pretty loose lore considering he's basically how I see myself! He's weird, introverted, and a funny spicey artist online like meself. He's loosely from somewhere in outer space, but lives on earth in a fairly rural community with his partner Lio, where he likes to enjoy foraging and fishing. hes got interests in botany, and self-sufficiency, and is very independent. Hes got a couple of different forms and aus, including the one in which hes a vampire maid to a lord in a castle, one where hes a medieval wizard in an apothecary, and one where hes actually spacefaring and has relationships with various alien crewmates :) He's also got a rather interesting biology, in the sense that he doesn't have many bones! The slime in him is parasitic, and takes the place of muscles and organs in his body to keep him functioning. Its a mutualistic relationship, where neither really harms the other and both benefit. The largest bone has has left is his skull, and he can squeeze into almost any space his skull can fit, like an octopus! The slime can also absorb water and take in objects for storage or digestion. He can change his shape and slime's density at will, becoming huge or small, and extremely liquidy or hard as rocks. His tail is also really sharp, and can be used for defense if needed!

Lio!! This is Syl's Partner, funny fish gorl... Shes extroverted, level-headed, and can be pretty competitive. She drives a beat-up old truck, she chops wood, and she loves to be outside and with people. she likes to swim and surf, and will frequently engage in other sports, such as baseball or volleyball. Shes can be a serial flirt and a huge tease, and will affectionately push buttons if you're close enough with her. Lio is the person you know who just exudes confidence, and knows who they are. Both lio and syl are kinda more..... slice-of-life-y, than a lot of my other ocs, and don't really have much of a story to them! but they're simply comforting to me,,,

Morelle! This is everyone's favorite dragon from twitter, lmao. Shes soft-spoken and kindhearted, and knows shes very pretty and will use that to her advantage when needed. Defaultly, shes a fiber artist who knits and sews clothing for her small business and for herself, having a huge interest in fashion and dressing for herself. shes got her own sense of style !! She's also FAR larger than the average person in the Sylkyverse, standing at around 8ft tall, and around 4ft wide on average. She does have to be mindful of where she can go sometimes, and when this is an issue, she's known to have a few compression garments in her extensive wardrobe! Shes also got a girlfriend, Avie, who does most of her advertisement for her clothing. Morelle also is in the medieval au with syl! shes even bigger, and a lovely knight whos a merc for hire. she mostly takes payment in magic items or unusual wares for her hoard! She's a sucker for a good barrel of cider and a warm bed, and will always help out a pretty maiden...💕

Daphne!! This one here's a gamer. a shut-in streamer, even. shes chronically online, and spends most of her time eating and getting competitive. Daphne isn't opposed to hanging out irl, but she prefers smaller get-togethers to large ones. shes down for a fun night in with a few close friends for sure! Shes also the type to write about her player characters in her games, and is a massive nerd for expanding the lore given to her to suit her own ideas of what would be fun. She'd make a great dungeon master!

And My newest ch !!! Nymh!! They are an angel in disguise, but is more morally grey than anything. they're in disguise on earth to study what motivates mortal creatures, and has done this for hundreds of years under a lot of different guises. They currently pose as an office worker (In the same design firm as Avie) to get in on the office gossip and experience community in the present workforce. They're besties with Avie, and they often have lunch together. They also have a tendency to fight other angels and demons outside of the office to get the energy out, and enjoy a challenge. They don't even mind losing, and in fact find it thrilling to be bested. They are very vain and can be extremely condescending to others if they do not like them, and can be nasty if you get in their way or seek to impede their studies. they're skilled in a lot of magic and arts, and excel at what they do. They are somewhat insect-like, and have morally grey tendencies and ideals. coworkers would describe them as odd, but a very good worker whos nice enough.

Avie is a stone cold buisnesswoman, who has little time for nonsense and is almost soully dedicated to her work, her soft spot is for Morelle. She's very much "My hands look like this so hers can look like this". Her relationship with Nymh is fairly close, as they have similar motivations and dedications to work. They gossip with eachother frequently. Avie also enjoys a drink when shes got the time. She is very loving and protective, and doesn't take very well to strangers most of the time. She can be grumpy and intimidating, but is thoughtful in her own way and has a great memory. she shows love with gift-giving, and really the surefire way to know she likes you is to get a gift from her. shes not the best about expressing herself through words.

Dio is a former angel, and ascribes to speaking with mortals to simply enjoy being around people again, as they find the afterlife and angel work to be stuffy and boring. Unlike Nymh, Dio was alive once upon a time. They don't often disguise themself, and freely walk around with others. they enjoy music shows and anywhere where theres a nightlife. They enjoy sensual pleasures, and have a tendency to overindulge in the finer things. They also enjoy hanging around ghosts and keeping them company, somewhat ironically doing they angel work in their own way to give company to those who haven't passed yet.

Eilidh !! Another seamstress, eilidh specializes in making compression garments! Her and Morelle make things together frequently, and share patterns and trade fabrics. Eilidh can be more hot-headed and quick to succumb to stress, they come off as a littl high-strung. They're excitable and sweet otherwise, and smile a lot. they also exist in medieval au, as a cleric who routinely travels with Morelle! they provide great support and pack a whallop themselves, and kinda follow morelle around because of the sheer power she packs. (and.... well... who wouldn't want to follow around a gorgeous dragon like her??) Eilidh seeks to catalogue all of the creatures and they creative ways they use magic in the realm to inspire them and focus that inspiration into their own spells!

That's all for now ig!! I have more but I need to finish refs for them </3 This will be updated with more characters at a later date!! Ty for reading !!

#The Masterpost #Sylkyverse #ocs #Syl #Lio #Morelle #Nymh #Eilidh #Dio (not jojo srry)#Avie #Daphne #Medieval AU

32 notes · View notes

tortoisesshells · 5 months

Note

For the Writer's Would You Ever: is there an AU for Customs & Duties (or another work!) that you'd like to write but haven't gotten the chance to yet?

Writer's Would You Ever?

Yes, absolutely! There's a completely ludicrous F.allout 4 AU that I maintain makes a lot of sense: it's still Boston, there's still skullduggery, they're still accidentally-on-purpose ruining each other's lives. There's just ... vastly more lasers and radiation damage and mid-century pop than there is in the original version.

Under the cut, because. well. I want to maintain a modicum of decorum on this blog.

(The cliff notes version of FO4 is. uh. Well. Imagine a world where post WWII western powers went all in on nuclear power, and then that October 23rd 2077 the world ended when the US and China blasted each other and everyone else off the face of the earth in a single day of nuclear war. With me? okay. Boston, 2287: ambient radiation is down, the Minutemen are trying to come back from the brink of organizational extinction after the Quincy Massacre, a mysterious organization called the Institute is kidnapping Commonwealth residents and replacing them with synths (functionally, lab-grown humans, many of whom don't actually know they're synths) to an unknown purpose, a similarly secretive organization called the Railroad is breaking synths out of their captivity within the Institute, and the B.rotherhood of Steel (a quasi-hereditary (except when not) military organization descended from a rogue Army unit (it's a long story) that believes that all advanced technology is too dangerous for civilians to control and that they must, therefore, take control of it for the common good) has rocked up to Boston in a giant metal zeppelin named for Arthurian legend. I mention this because B.oS ranks, too, take their cues from Arthurian lore and chivalric orders. They tend to think that anyone or anything that's not human-born human is inherently dangerous and tend to shoot first and ask questions later.)

Nellie's still a widow, still has two kids and a total unwillingness to look her bereavement in the eye and make peace with it ... she just also has a two-headed cow named Aunt Abigail, a mostly-two-hundred year old fishing boat that's held together with duct tape and goodwill towards man, a mutually beneficial scavenging-for-repairs relationship with the robot crew of USS Constitution, and a new-to-her solar panel array which is promptly stolen requisitioned by the new-in-town B.oS. So begins her mutually antagonistic relationship with the asshole tin-can Paladin Norrington, which is not improved by the B.oS's (non-canonical) attempts to confiscate the moonshot rockets from the Constitution's crew, and the deteriorating relationship between the Brotherhood and the Commonwealth on the whole.

I have written a snippet here and there, but here's the longest, mostly coherent bit:

The next time Paladin Norrington saw Elinor Treat was at Fort Independence, sitting against the massive stone walls with a minuteman's laser across her knees and her usual cap drawn down over her eyes. Training day, the General (another short, tired woman) had said, and the exhausted residents strewn about the courtyard certainly seemed to back that up. "Elinor," he said, a little uncertainly, and when she did not reply, he called her name again. "Oh, it's you," she said, cracking an eye. "I didn't recognize your voice without your helmet. Come to pay me, have you?" "No," he said, startled. "Disappointing." She closed her eyes again, looking like she'd fall asleep in a moment. Feeling like an idiot, he said he wasn't expecting to see her here, so he had nothing to pay her with. Elinor snorted, accidentally whacking herself in the face with the barrel of her gun, before coming sighing and grumbling to her feet. It wasn't an impressive sight, but she managed to convey a kind of understated menace, even when she had to crane her neck a bit to glare.

I will furthermore add my tags from one of those "the last character you wrote for in the last video game you played: how are they doing?" - D.anse is the in-game B.oS companion and, slight spoilers, his dogmatic adherence to protocol does not save him:

#i DO think you could swap jimothy for danse. i do think the arcs of ' man defined by his rank and military prowess gets fucking bodied; #by realizing the organization he serves objectively sucks and is going to be the actual death of him and furthermore; #is willing to let that organization do it because of Reasons. ' are actually pretty similar. #that said. the more important thing is jimothy encountering Rocket Powered USS Constitution and the Nautical Robots; #I think he would enjoy himself immensely. or die of apoplexy. either way. #customs and duties aus

#thank you for the ask kind friend!#this. god. i love this au so much. it is so dear to my heart.#nellie's always defined herself by her ability to survive anything. well. babe. guess what. survive post-apocalyptic boston.#also. i think giving jimothy n power armor is just a fundamentally entertaining concept. harder to kill and harder to know;#and infinitely more annoying to nellie because of it.

3 notes · View notes

veliseraptor · 2 years

Note

yi city time travel aus you say? How do we make the rest of this form in your head? Ask questions about how that goes for everyone else from canon that might show up later is XY could keep his shit together long enough to pull this off? 🍿 👀

my problem with yi city time travel aus thus far has kind of been a combination of (a) deciding which one of the, like, six I've considered I'd want to go with actually trying to write and (b) the difficulty personally of living up to one of my personal favorite yi city fics which happens to be a time travel/time loop au (warning: big ouch). so like. it's less that I don't have thoughts about what I'd do so much as that I have too many thoughts.

well that and the 5 million existing wips I'm constantly struggling to finish, that too, because if I wrote this odds are it'd end up getting long.

one of my favorite things about a yi city time travel au specifically is that...okay, so, one of the functions of a time travel au in fandom generally is that it gives a character the opportunity to Fix Things, right? or at least to try. and generally speaking the character who is trying to Fix Things is probably somewhat involved in the main plot of the thing/invested in a main plot point (or plot points) that they'd like to see go differently.

and I've talked about before how specifically with Xue Yang it's very entertaining to me that that's not at all the case, that Xue Yang could not give less of a fuck about everything else going on around him as long as he gets what he wants. all these large scale injustices and tragedies happening and Xue Yang's here like "yeah yeah massacres and injustices and tragic deaths of important people okay but fuck that I'm just here to make sure I get mine and by that I mean get my Daozhang alive and not hating me." and sure! there are adjacent things that he will do to achieve that goal, incidental benefits that may accrue for other people (reconsidering, for instance, what to do about the Song Lan problem, maybe he doesn't actually need to kill his whole temple), but they're, you know, incidental. collateral damage, as it were! or lack of damage, if you're lucky.

there's something I just kind of love about how deeply Xue Yang doesn't care about all the other stuff that's going on. he's so endearingly myopic about it. he has his interests and that's what matters. I feel like if I wrote this one of the functions of it would be that I would, like...barely allude to canon events happening vaguely in the background, in a way where they were still happening, but maybe differently, but the narrator (Xue Yang, in this case) isn't really paying attention.

(it would have some of the same comedic value to me personally as every time I mention Xue Yang's fond memories of killing Nie Mingjue as, for him, just kind of a fun thing that happened one time. nice memory! moving right along. meanwhile for everyone else Nie Mingjue's death is a major catalyzing event and a very sad thing for a lot of people. one of my personal favorite jokes in if living can be this verse is specifically when Xue Yang is trying to figure out who he might've killed that Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian would be upset about and legitimately taking a minute to remember.)

anyway! I actually do think that Xue Yang could...potentially keep it together long enough to pull something off, anyway, if only because when Xue Yang has a project he will go a long, long ways to make it work. when Xue Yang wants something he is a persistence predator about it, for sure. he will follow that idea for hundreds of miles until it drops dead of exhaustion.

and if he has the means to time travel more than once to make multiple attempts at getting it right? god help you, now he gets to experiment.

#conversating #anonymous #anyway maybe it makes sense why i haven't written this yet now #because there's like. so much i could do with it #i don't even know where to start #xue yang #aggressively headcanons #xuexiao #the sad queer cultivators show

33 notes · View notes

enha-doodles · 2 years

Text

CHAPTER 3 || ♫︎❣

Masterlist || Next

➸ʚ Genre ɞ : Yandere and Horror ( killer au )

➸ʚ Pairing ɞ : enhypenxreader!

➸ʚ Warning ɞ : gore, violence , cursing , killing , blood , betrayal , lot of plot twists

➸ʚ Featuring ɞ : Enhypen , Y/N , TxT , Chareoyoung ( itzy ) , Sana ( twice ) and winter ( aespa )

➸ʚ Plot ɞ : Several people are chosen to be in a game of "serial killer" which telecasts all over the world . 14 people Vs 1 killer . The people are unknown to who the killer is . You could think what can go wrong ? The path where the killer has to kill to win . If the people find out who the killer is , they win . Winners will get 1 billion won each . To confirm the killer , they will have a meeting and a voting will be held . The killer cannot kill after the meeting has been declared till the meeting day is over . If you vote out the wrong person , they'll be eliminated . Will money be the end of thier lives ? Will money be the cause of friendships ending ? Will the need of money cause betrayal and pain ?

➸ʚ Disclaimer ɞ : This is all a work of fiction and my imagination . Credits of the GIFs to the owners . None of the members have the same personality or resonate the traits mentioned below . I apologize in advance for making the idols mean / rude .

The students were minding their own business when a staff entered the room to make an announcement . "The director has called everyone in this room to his office right now " he left the dumfounded teacher and kids who were wondering if they fucked up something . The 'class press' group was just doing a project together for thier council while the basketball team had to attend detention to complete their notes . Y/n and nikis's group were in detention for not doing thier homework while winter and yuna were there for some lame prank they did on the professor thinking it was funny . Good for yuna because she had left early due to some family stuff leaving winter alone who was trying her best to flirt with Jake while he was concentrating on physics . They all looked at the teacher as if to confirm whether this was real or some prank but she didn't know either so she told everyone to go to his office and come back quickly if it was a joke . She warned them that she will talk about this to the director so if they bunk this detention , they'll get less grades in thier finals . When everyone was walking Niki came beside y/n and hung an arm around her shoulder "what can it be ? I did nothing wrong and looking at your face I know you didn't as well" Sana and Chareoyoung were busy giggling about thier new crush so you stayed at the back with Niki . You leaned into him lazily and stated "I think it's about some trip or university function ." "Ahh that makes sense" you both chuckled and entered the office where you saw everyone taking a seat . You sat beside your friends while Niki sat beside his . You saw how there were 18 chairs in total . Two on the either ends and 8 on the either sides . But nonetheless 3 of the chairs were empty , well one belongs to the director who was yet to come . After everyone settled down the director came in . Everybody stood up to greet him a good afternoon which wasn't so good . It was a couple of minutes spent in silence . No one daring to talk while the director had a file with him while he would take glances at every person now and then .

" I don't think we should join guys " Chareoyoung said . You were all in a empty class as you were called after the classes had ended and everyone went to their houses , a place that can't be called home for them . You were very hesitant about it but your answer was mostly no . "Ugh shut up , I think we should . It's a great deal" said winter rolling her eyes and standing before going to sit beside Heeseung who instantly stood up when she did . He sat beside taehyun leaving winter alone there who was embarrassed but still kept her attitude . "I don't think so , he seems so sketchy plus he was never a good man . I sometimes think if he is actually insane , it's probably something sick ." Said Jake . "We have 5 days so let's discuss it tomorrow at detention , it's pretty late now." Said beomgyu taking his bag "are you perhaps scared ?" Mocked Sunghoon blocking his way to which he earned a death glare but he wasn't going to back up . "You wouldn't want me to show you how brave I am park" said beomgy glaring at him before bumping into is shoulders hard and leaving . "I thought someone would definitely true hands " said Chareoyoung standing up so she can leave too . "Think about it calmly , okay everyone? And even tho it's a to-be said thing don't let anyone know about this " said Sunoo while leaving with jungwon . You and Niki went home and that day none of the students were able to sleep . Boy this is going to be a long ride .

"so umm why are we called here again ?" Asked sunoo to the man sitting in the very end of the long table . All the people present there could feel a odd aura from him . Not that they never felt it before but today being called by him and him just staring at them silently for endless minutes with that sick smile made it more odd . Even if they were curious , nobody wanted to actually stay in that room with their one and only pyschotic director Hwang . He finally spoke up which caused many students to frown " you all are called here because I have some offer for you " . Heeseung asked "and what might that be?" . Hwang started again "I want you all to participate in a TV programe , and offc you will get paid" everyone was now confused , 'that couldn't be it' was going on in all of thier minds . "And why are we the only ones called instead of you asking in all classes that who are interested ?" Asked jay . 'good point park' everyone thought silently . 'tch brats , it's because the earlier batch denied already' hwang said inside in mind but kept a smile and rose up from his seat . "It's because I find you all the best people for this show , if you remember I keep an eye on every student . That's why I haven't called a particular friend group or asked in all classes . Hope that clears all your questions " you narrowed your eyes "what makes you think we will agree ?" 'so annoying kids these days' "your getting money , extra internal marks for this and you'll be aired on international TV . What do you say ?" It was a pretty convincing deal but you weren't going to fall in his plan . You know something is off and you can't be the only one . But his next question made you have second thoughts "and after this show , everyone will be given a particular dorm in a building where only you can enter and only you can live . Your parents and siblings won't be allowed and they will be informed by the school . How's the deal " winter squealed trying to cling to beomgyu "I agree , that's basically everything we've ever wanted " beomgyu rolled his eyes standing up , shrugging winter off in the process " I'll let you know in a few days " hwang said " you all are only getting 5 days to decide and if you don't answer , we will take that as a no and your grade will drop 5% due to ignoring the offer Instead of staright up telling your answer . Everyone has to come at this office room after 5 days at the same time as today . You may all leave " as everyone stood up , you saw hwang mouthing something to someone but when you turned to see who it was , you heard Sana call you . You eyed the room one last time while leaving with your friends and everyone . " So staying away from parents was all it needed to have thier attention huh" laughed hwang before he stood up and walked towards his special office to make more plans about the show . Well it should be grand , shouldn't it ?

A/n : I am finally back <3 i promise 4th chapter will be more than 1k words. ( All 3 chapters were more than 1k so ill try to make 4th chapter 2k )

Taglist : @axartia @nikipedia07 @lovesickxmina

64 notes · View notes