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Heyy do you accept requests? If you're taking requests can you write Paul Lahote and the imprint female reader? They have been together for a long time and are even thinking of getting married. But one day, while returning from work, the reader is attacked by a vampire and is forced to turn into a vampire... thanks in advance if you write. I love your works~
hope you like it!
undying love
paul lahote x fem!reader (later x vampire!reader)
song - Everlong by Foo Fighters
a/n: e/y = eye color (your eye color btw), Paul's nickname for you is 'dollface'
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Paul thought nothing could surprise him.
He though that after James was killed, it will get better, but oh how he was wrong...
He's running as fast as he could. He felt how the cold air was stabbing his lungs but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was... you.
It was supposed to be a normal day. You were on your way from work with your noon coffee you always bought in the coffee shop near your work. You got into your car and started driving home with your favourite song playing in the background.
As you were drinking your coffee while driving, you were thinking about the love of your life, Paul.
It was still pretty new to you, I mean that vampires and werewolves existed- sorry shape-shifters how Paul always corrected you. For you he was a big puppy, that's it.
Also the imprint thing was new. But honestly this was kinda heart warming, knowing that you are Paul's world.
You were thinking about all the memories you two had. How much fun you had on the beach. How he carried you on his back in his wolf form. All of this and many more crossed your mind which made a smile crawl up your face.
As you were thinking you, you drank your coffee. So you pulled over to the first bin you saw near the road. As you got out of the car you knew something was wrong. You felt weird, like someone was watching you.
You shook off the feeling, telling yourself it was nothing. As you throwed the empty cup into the bin, you turned to go back to your car but you stopped as two crimson red eyes were staring into your soul.
You could recognize those ginger curls everywhere. It was Victoria.
It was a moment and your vision turned black. The last thing you heard was your own cry of pain.
Your cry of pain was also heard by Sam who was checking his territory, he smelled a vampire near by earlier, so he went to check. You were lucky he did.
He ran to help you, but after he arrived, Victoria was god and the venom was spreading fast through your veins. Sam picked you up on his back and started running towards the Cullens.
Why? Because Carlisle was the only one who could help you. As he was getting closer and closer to the Cullens, he howled. To let them know he's coming, also to let know... Paul.
And now we're at the start. Paul is running as fast as he could. He felt how the cold air was stabbing him from the inside of his lungs but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was to get to you.
As Paul arrived to the Cullens, Sam stopped him right before he entered the front door.
"Let me go!" Paul barked.
Sam gave Paul a look that said 'calm down cowboy, don't forget who I am' and stopped him in his tracks once more. "She's gonna need you now" Sam said. That was all he said!
It took Paul's breath away. Was it that bad? Was he late? he rushed into the house while these thoughts were filling his mind.
Carlisle walked towards Paul the minute he pushed the door open. He gave him a assuring smile that you survived. "How is she?" Paul asked impatienly.
His eyes twitched everywhere around the room, looking for you but you weren't there. Carlisle was probably having you in his tentative doctor's office he had in the house.
"She survived but it was too late even for me... the venom spread through her veins before even Sam found her, she's gonna be a vampire" Carlisle answered to Paul.
Paul was speechless. You were what?! You gonna be a vampire?!
"That's not possible! She's my imprint!" Paul argued.
Carlisle smiled and placed a comfort hand on his shoulder. He understood why Paul was so angry. He had a problem with controling his anger and vampires with shape-shifters were long time enemies.
"That doesn't change anything. She's still your imprint, she can be as a vampire." Carlisle said as he point at the door of the room you were in.
This was all Paul needed to hear. Without another word he rushed into that room and closed the door behind him.
He then turned and saw you laying on a beautifully made bed. He walked closer to you, he noticed how your skin was pale and you looked bit underweight.
It was horrifying to see you like this. He took your now cold hand and stroked it with his fingers.
He then sat down, next to you and he wasn't going to leave you until you woke up.
Two days passed and you finally opened your eyes. You felt something warm wrapped around your left hand, When you opened your eyes and looked down to see what that warm thing is, you saw sleeping Paul holding your hand in his.
You smiled as you saw this, he really was a sweetheart inside. He cared for you deeply and he loved you more then anyone else in this world.
Paul noticed how you moved which made his head shoot up in the air. He then saw your smiling face looking at him, but instead your beautiful e/c, his brown eye met your blood red ones.
But he had to admit you looked really hot with them. After all he was happy that you are alive.
"I missed you dollface." He said as he placed a deep kiss on your cold lips.
It sent a cold chill down through his spine as your lips touched his. It was somehow a rush of adrenaline, he loved it. He waited few extra seconds in that kiss before you broke it.
"I missed you too." You answered with a smile.
Paul laughed as he saw you smile. He helped you slowly sit up so you won't get dizzy as he was looking at your new appearance. He then smirked to himself as he quickly went back to his normal flirty self.
"You look hot." He said as he was looking up and down at you.
You didn't look that sick anymore, not so underweight. The two days really did good on you. You skin was like glass, cold and fragile.
You rolled your eyes and smacked his biceps as you heard him say that. He just laughed, finding this more and more funny. After few seconds of laughing, he took your chin into his hand and kissed you.
"I love you." He said as he broke the kiss.
This kiss made you melt into his touch. He was so warm, so cozy, he felt like home. You smiled into the kiss and after few seconds, you answered.
"I love you too" You said as you pulled him into another, now more messier kiss.
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e-mail. || Roman Roy || smut
Pairing: Sub!Roman Roy x F!Reader
Summary: You're roman's assistant, and after delivering breakfast something clicks.
Word count: 2.154
18+ only! More under the cut
Warning(s): SMUT, aka 18+ only! Sub Roman, mommy kink, praise kink, hand jobs, come eating,
A/n: tysm @prettywordsblog for the request!! :DD i love your writing so it was a pleasure to get requests from you (my requests are still open, fyi)
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You've been wearing pencil skirts and heels a lot these days.
It's not that you particularly enjoy wearing them. Running errands like "get me a bagel" and "actually, I want a cinnamon roll instead, so get me one of those" do not become easier with red bottoms, and the cold of New York in autumn nips at your barely clad legs with ferocity.
But when you wear them, Roman becomes... docile.
Maybe it's the fact that the heels make you taller than him. Or shit, maybe he has a sexy assistant fantasy, who knows. All you know is that when you dress the way you now do, he hesitates when he snidely asks you to write his e-mails for him. Instead, he carefully suggests you should do them, not a singular perverted comment slipping in.
So now, as you walk out of the elevator, you hear the clicking of your heels echo. It's far too early to be in office, evident by the lack of your peers in the bull pit.
You huff as you approach Roman's office and see him lounging around, legs on his desk as he leans back, staring at his phone. You don't even bother knocking, simply swinging the door open. "I know it's like, three in the morning, but can you at least try to pretend you're being productive?"
He lets out a huff, dramatically rolling his eyes as he flops his legs down. "Yes, mommy," he mockingly whines out, staring at the plastic bag swinging from your arm. "What's in the bag?"
"A gun, so I can finally kill you," you casually throw out as you place the bag on the glass coffee table, throwing off your long jacket onto the leather chair he has. Roman stands up, amusement twinkling in his doe-like eyes as he walks over to sit on his couch. "Y'know, I could totally report you for saying that. That's like, a legit death threat. I could SWAT you." With a tiny jump he hops on the chair, shoes still on as he crouches on top of the couch's pillows.
You can't help but frown. Sometimes you feel like he isn't a total nepotism baby, but instead some kind of orphan child raised by wolves. "Don't do that with your shoes on, Roman, it's unhygienic." With another eye roll he lets himself fall onto the chair, resting his one leg on the thigh of the other. He leans back, arms reaching over the couch's back cushions.
You grab the contents of the bag and place them on the coffee table as you hum a random tune. The smell of a breakfast spread makes you hungry as hell, but you don't have another break until six hours from now. Silently, Roman watches as you place the various foiled up plates down and remove the foil.
Roman eyes the dishes-- an omelette, some sausages, bacon, hash browns, and a paper cup of coffee that he's sure is from his favorite café. "Okay, this is fuckin' weird. What's the catch? Did you get a chef to make all of this arsenic-infused? Because as my assistant, you're also my taste tester, so I'm not eating until I see you poison yourself first," he rambles, cautiously watching you place napkins, a fork and knife down.
"This is a congratulatory breakfast, so just shut up and be grateful."
He raises his brows at you. "The fuck are you saying congrats for?" With the tiniest smile you could stomach giving him, you throw the plastic trash in the bin. "The Oplex deal, Roman. You were the one who ended up buttering the guy up," you explain.
His eyes widen for only a second before returning to their neutral, lidded state. "Oh please, all I did was give him a verbal fuckin' blowjob. Kendall did all the business-y shit," he mumbles out, picking up the cutlery with a solemn expression.
"I'd disagree, and I think Mr. Roy would, too," you mumble out in return. You watch Roman as he takes the first bite of his omelette and moans, quickly scurrying to get another bite. "Fuck, this is good. Is this laced? I'm gonna fire the shit out of you if this is laced," he says in between bites.
You grab your coat from the chair and hang it up, smiling as you continue watching him from the corner of your eye. "I'm flattered, but no. I'm just a good cook." You fight back a laugh as he very clearly chokes on his food. Professionalism and all that, if there's even any left between the two of you.
"You're fucking with me." You plop down on the leather chair across from Roman, grabbing your thermos from your bag and taking a sip of tea as you shake your head. Wide-eyed, Roman gawks at you, then the food, and then you again. "You made me breakfast?"
You simply nod before pulling your laptop out. "I wasn't expecting you to be surprised by that. You're the one who always calls me mommy," you mumble out as you watch e-mails and messages immediately start to pop up. "Now finish up your food and get to work, before you upset mommy."
With a teasing grin you wait for Roman to shoot something back. Maybe something about you getting reported to HR, or about you wanting to suck his dick. Maybe even one of those jokes he makes about how his dad only hired you to be his personal babysitter.
But instead, you simply get,
"Yes, mommy."
Confused, you look up from your laptop to see Roman quietly eating his food. His cheeks are dusted a ripe shade of red as he struggles to cut his food up, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
Something that should've clicked ages ago, clicks. So carefully, you stand up and walk to stand next to the couch he's sitting on. Roman's head looks up at you, eyes large and lashes fluttering. His bottom lip stutters, as if he wants to say something, but it doesn't successfully form itself.
"Do you need me to help you with your food, baby?"
Your heart pounds in your chest as you await his response. Nervously, he scans your face, licking his lips as he mulls over his options.
"Yes mommy," he yet again mumbles out.
You take a seat next to him and wordlessly grab the fork and knife from his hand. "I hope you know I'm proud of you for landing that deal, baby," you tell him as you put a piece of the sausage on the fork. He doesn't hesitate to open his mouth for you, obediently letting you feed him in his office, in a building his dad owns.
"You made mommy so proud. When we finish up here, can you go sit at your desk for me?" He nods as you continue feeding him, which continues for another silent fifteen minutes.
After wiping his mouth for him, he quickly scurries to his desk, staring expectantly at you as you slowly make your way over. You place one hand on his chair, and the other on his desk, leaning over to stare at his computer screen.
Roman lets out a soft groan as your tantalizing perfume overwhelms your senses. All he can do is look up at you as you start up his computer for him. "You have an e-mail you need to write regarding a contractual agreement with a production studio. Can you do that for me?"
It's like he's possessed by you, charmed into a spell of utter submission as he can only mutter another 'yes, mommy'. He opens his mail, and right as he starts typing you tut.
"Mommy wants to hear you say what you're typing, so I know you're doing well," you tell him, hand moving down from his chair to instead rest on his shoulder. Wordlessly, he nods, clears his throat and with a shaky voice reads aloud to you.
"Dear Mr. Spruce, attached is a--" his voice dies in his throat as you let your hand slither down lower and lower, testing the waters as you fully bend over to reach his lap. "Keep going, sweetheart," you tell him, watching his twitchy hands hover over his keyboard.
As he continues where he left off, you carefully unzip his trousers, loosening the top button and successfully revealing a dark imprint showing through his white Calvin Klein boxers. "Attached is a, uhh, a copy of the contract, fuck."
The moan roman lets out as you pull his briefs down, allowing his erection to spring free and slap against his covered stomach, is whorelike. "Keep going, baby," you hum in his ear as you unbutton the bottom of his blouse a bit, wanting to avoid his pre-cum staining a perfectly good shirt.
"Please, mommy, fuck," he whines out as you let a singular finger drag over the tip of his cock, already causing his hips to rut up. "This e-mail needs to be sent today, Roman. Keep typing if you don't want me to get angry."
He nods fervently, shakily continuing to type as you carefully take his erect cock into your hands. He stumbles over his words, moans and hiccups filling your ears as you stroke him at a slow pace. You let your hand squeeze the base before going up, applying the perfect amount of pressure before rolling your thumb over his leaking slit.
Roman's eyes quickly turn glassy with welled up tears as he's made to endure your slow, torturous movements, and as much as he wants to please you, writing the e-mail would be the actual death of him.
His hands shoot away from his keyboard to clutch onto his seat's armrests. With a wanton moan he throws his head back, eyes screwing shut as you slightly pick up your pace. "You've been such a good boy for mommy, Roman, haven't you?" you ask him, voice dangerously low and dangerously close to his ear.
"Ngh-- yes, so so good f'r you, mommy." You kiss his forehead, earning yourself a cute whine. "W'na kiss you, please, mommy," he moans, head struggling to reach yours. "I'll give you a kiss after you finish the e-mail, alright sweetheart? For now," you tell him, grabbing his hand and leading two of his fingers into his own mouth, "I want you to be nice and quiet for me while I take care of you."
With a lack of hesitation he accepts his own fingers into his mouth, immediately sucking on them as his eyes flutter closed, and his moans grow strained. "Do you like it when mommy takes care of you, Roman?"
He nods, writhing under your every touch. He gasps around his own fingers as you pay extra attention to his tip, instant over stimulation taking over his body as his hips twitch up to meet your touch. "Mmh, would you let mommy fuck you?"
"Yes, fuck, yes," he groans out, removing his own fingers to instead find hold in his chair's armrests again. "W'na feel you around me, feel you-- fuck, feel you squeeze my cock." You increase the speed of your strokes, watching your boss fall apart in front of you. His hair is sticking to his sweaty forehead, and his lips are as rosy as they are glossy with spit.
The veins on his forehead and neck look like they're about to pop as you whisper in his ear. "You wanna feel mommy's cunt as she milks you dry?" All he can manage to let out is a desperate 'uh-huh', clearly close to reaching completion.
"'M gonna cum, mommy, I'm g'na-" Roman gasps out, cutting himself off with a drawn out moan.
"Cum for me, baby."
With a moan so slutty you could confuse it for porn, Roman finishes, thick ropes of cum shooting onto your hand as you stroke him through his orgasm. Even when he's emptied out you continue relentlessy, earning you a teary-eyed Roman as he begs for you to stop.
Hiccuping, he grabs your arm. "Too sensitive, mommy," he groans out, trying to catch his breath. You decide to have mercy on him, removing your hand and instead hovering it in front of him. "Clean mommy up?"
He simply nods before licking your hand clean, tongue lapping between your fingers as he practically sucks off his own semen from your fingers. With your hand clean, he lets himself sink deep into his chair.
"That was, uh," he mumbles as he mindlessly stares at you as you wipe his saliva off on your pencil skirt. You don't say anything, simply walk back over to your laptop. "I'm gonna finish up scheduling for next week, alright Roman?"
He blinks a few times, processing your words before awkwardly agreeing with yet another nod. "Oh, and make sure to write that e-mail," you add, turning to now fully focus on your own work.
"...yes, mommy."
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First Meeting (Dick Grayson x f!Reader)
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A journalist meets the one and only Nightwing in a creepy warehouse. But they didn't know that this was their first of many encounters.
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Blüdhaven. The one city that the vigilante named Nightwing called his home. But he wasn’t the only one who sees the city in New Jersey their home. Many people did that, including (y/n) (l/n). It was her new home. Leaving behind the bustling and bright streets of Metropolis, she had begun a new journey and life an investigative journalist in her new home. It had been a year since she moved to the city, and her life was now-.
“- Super boring.” You mumbled, holding your phone to your ear, while hearing your best friend chuckle on the other side.
“Ohh, come on, (y/n). I’m sure that Blüdhaven is pretty interesting. You have been living there for a year now and the way I know you, you probably haven’t seen the best of the city!” You rolled your (e/c) eyes at her. “Have you already seen Nightwing?”
You could only sigh at her question. Nightwing? You really hoped to see that idiot, but the dark-haired vigilante was like a damn ninja and always disappeared, once you were nearby! Even though you only needed one interview with the masked hero!
“Who cares about him? The better question is; is Clark late again for your little date?” You smirked, walking through the dark alley and past smelly trash bins, as a rat ran tried to eat something out of there.
You heard a loud “No!” and some shuffling, knowing that it surely was Lois’ husband Clark, who tried to put on his smoking as fast he could. The Clark Kent. A great journalist, best friend and also Superman. Yes, you knew that already. Not because they told you their big secret, but because you were pretty good at your job and figured it out by yourself and when you put the proof onto the table in front of your best friends and the sweetest couple on earth, they told you everything.
Your footsteps echoed in the silence of the street, engulfing your body with its darkness, while you walked near to the warehouse. The place that might help you with your next article, as you heard that there might be some information about a street gang, called Crimson Vipers. “Alright, Lois… Have fun at your date night, greet Supes from me and don’t do any funny business, if you know what I mean.” – “Yeah, yeah. And could you do me a favor and babysit little Jon next week?”
You told her that you might have some time, before you clicked on the red button on your phone and turning on the flashlight app. Time to investigate!
Your hand slowly turned the doorknob down, sneaking into the big and dark warehouse. At first, it looked like many other ones. The moonlight revealed neglected pallets and boxes. Only you and some abandoned objects were lying here. That was a good sign. A very good one. So, you could easily get some information about the gang!
Turning towards a corner, you found a door, opened it and saw some plans scattered around the room. Some were hanging on the walls, others on the ground. Perfect.
The door behind you closed with a soft click, as you walked through the room, trying to take as many pictures as you could, until you heard some loud voices behind the door. Probably some Crimson Vipers members?
Your heart raised, as you ducked down, trying to find something, anything to defend yourself, until your eyes gazed over a crowbar. That could work…
Tightly you held the dirty and rusty crowbar in your hands, hiding behind some crates while your breath shallow as the voices grew louder. You heard your heart beating loud and fast. Gulping your fear down, you looked towards the door, waiting for the right moment for you to beat them up.
The door creaked open, revealing a group of masked and buff individuals. One laughed sinister at the joke his friend and colleague did, sending shivers down your spine. But you tried to forget your fear. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, as you clenched the crowbar tighter and tighter, trying to figure out a plan. If they won’t see you, you could perhaps climb up the boxes and go through the window, but they were pretty high up.
But when three members suddenly gathered up and stood around in silent, one spoke up, pointing towards a map and explaining their next plan. Realizing the situation, you thought that this was your chance. Now or never!
You can gather some valuable information, which might make a sensational article!
Your heart pounded louder, as you snapped some pictures and even tried to record it all. You needed to capture every single detail.
Your instincts told you to dash away and flee as fast you could! If only Superman could be here. He could easily save you, but you were now in Blüdhaven. “Damn…” You mumbled to yourself, preparing your nerves to make a quick exit.
But the gods might have heard your prayers as they left the room, making you sigh out of happiness and relief. But you still had one problem.
How should you leave this place? There were probably some gang members out there.
The moment your feet slowly moved away from the crates; you heard a window above you open. Your (e/c) closed. You hoped that they didn’t find you and if one might grab you, you surely will beat them up with your new weapon.
And that’s what you did, when a hand grabbed your wrist. With your eyes closed, you swung your weapon in the direction of the stranger, narrowly missing them. “Woah, woah, calm down.” You heard the person say.
Your eyes widen. Was it not one of the Crimson Vipers?
No.
The person in front of you, who stood there gracefully in unmistakable dark clothes and blue emblem on his chest told you who it was.
“Nightwing.”
The vigilante’s hands went up in surrender. “I’m not here to hurt you, okay?” He tried to calm you down. But you ignored his words, as you asked him rushed; “Why are you here?”
The dark-haired man only rubbed his neck, shaking his head with a small chuckle. “Well, I’m here to, you know, stop these bad guys. But what are you doing here?” – “Uhhh… Investigating?”
“Hey! I forgot something, I will be back in a sec’!” You heard a voice behind the closed door and as it opened with a loud bang, the criminal looked at your direction. The bald guy grabbed his gun, pointed it towards Nightwing, who looked at him surprised. The vigilante probably tried to find a plan to safe you, while kicking their butts, but before you could hear the gun shooting, you stepped in front of Nightwing, crowbar in hand and adrenaline rushing your body.
Your hand swung once again and this time, you didn’t miss. The buff guy fell down and (e/c) orbs moved back to the tall guy behind you.
“Uh… Thanks.” He whispered, disarming the guy on the ground and turned his head towards you. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s pretty dangerous.”
“Dangerous?” You scoffed. “I just saved your masked butt with a crowbar.” You smirked at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest with a proudly, while Nightwing rolled his eyes. You swore that he coughed to hide his little laughter just now. He genuinely was amused by you.
But before any of you could say anything, you heard loud voices again. The criminals! How could you forget them so easily again? They might wonder where they friend was and why it takes him so long to get something back. Damn it!
Their voices growing louder, as they ran towards the door. Nightwing stood up, pulling you towards the crates. “You need to go. Now.” He whispered, glancing towards the window. You silently nodded, getting out of the window with Nightwing’s help, who guided you with ease. His movements were fluid, every step calculated. He was amazing.
When you reached the window, your hands gripped the ledge, while the handsome man boosted you up. “Go.”
You looked down to him, hearing the loud shouts of the criminals that were now aware of your presence. “Aw, come on, guys. Do you really want to hurt a lady? Focus on me.” He turns to them and with a swift kick, he engaged the bad guys, giving you the opportunity to hoist yourself up and through the opening.
When you took deep breathes in and out on the fire stairs, you looked through the large windows, seeing Nightwing holding his own against the criminals. His movements were mesmerizing, as if he dances around the criminals, kicking and punching them several times, as they fell to the ground.
You took one picture of the fight, before climbing down the bright fire stairs.
Sirens of the police wailed in the distance, signaling their approach. Their lights bright, just like the blue emblem of the chest of the Blüdhaven’s vigilante.
Back at your apartment, you found yourself running towards your desk, typing the newest article. and thanks to your bravery and skills, you found out that The Crimson Vipers' failed operation had become a headline. Your editor was very pleased to even see a picture of Nightwing and the city? Well, the city might have been a little bit safer now.
And you weren’t the only one who flipped through the pages of the Blüdhaven Bulletin. A young man’s ocean-blue eyes widened at a headline that read, “Nightwing Thwarts Crimson Vipers' Plot.” Curiosity piqued, as he read on and discover that the article was written by a (y/n) (l/n). That must have been the brave stranger he saved that night.
The same day, you found yourself at a crime scene, hoping to gather more information for your next big story. You approached the crime scene, your camera dangling around your neck. A police officer seemed to recognize you, as he left his colleagues alone with three handcuffed criminals that had tried to rob a bank.
“You know… I read an article about Nightwing and the Crimson Vipers. Impressive work.” You glanced towards the officer, who leaned on the wall next to you, while you were a bit surprised at the dark-haired man. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah. That must have been you, huh? You seem like a courageous person.”
You chuckled at the stranger’s words. Yes. Some might call you like that and others called you an idiot. “I’m just doing my job.”
“So… You are back for more? Trying to solve the crime before we do?” He teased, his blue eyes twinkling. You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Someone's got to keep you guys on your toes.”
He chuckled. “Well, keep up the good work. Maybe one day, we'll get to see an exclusive Nightwing interview.”
Dick's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, and then he straightened up. “Keep it up. Blüdhaven needs more journalists like you.”
As he walked away, you couldn't help but smile. Maybe Blüdhaven wasn't as boring as you thought. And perhaps, the masked vigilante and the police officer were both part of a wonderful story waiting to unfold.
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Tales of Daring
Scrooge McDuck x GN!Reader
Summary: Scrooge catches you in his Money Bin.
Soundtrack: DuckTales Theme by Felicia Barton
Requests: Open!
Warnings: I... I'm so... I don't even know what to put here. What the fuck, man. What did I do to deserve this?
"It's not every day I catch a thief red-handed," a Scottish voice purred from behind you. You hadn't even heard him effortlessly dive into the seemingly infinite pile of gold that you'd had to rappel into, and now he had you at a disadvantage. What were you supposed to do with that?
Well, you certainly wouldn't beg for mercy. It was exactly what the old coot wanted, and you couldn't give him that.
"It's not every day a thief makes it out of your Money Bin with a pretty penny to show for it," you replied, holding up a giant, glinting ruby. Light bounced off it, sending scattered shards of red all over the room. One lit up the grin on your bill.
"Tha's a bit more than a pretty penny, wouldn't ye say?" he asked. You heard some coins shift behind you, signaling his moving closer to you.
Your grin grew just a fraction.
"To you, I'd think it's little more than a pretty trinket, wouldn't you say?" you teased, shooting him a look. He didn't seem as amused by your twist on his words as you were. No matter. "Would you really miss this little token, Scrooge?"
You watched as he shivered at the way you said his name. His eyes bounced around the bin contemplatively in an attempt to play off the reaction he'd had to you. "I know all the coins and gems and trinkets in this bin as if they were my own children. Of course I'd miss it."
"Then it should bring you some comfort, shouldn't it, that it's going to a good home?"
"I hardly think bein' sold on the Black Market for a wad of cash is 'goin' to a good home.'"
You feigned offense, laying a hand dramatically over your heart. "Scrooge! I'm hurt you'd think so poorly of me. Of course it's not going to the Black Market. It's going to a very reputable buyer. Hired me to steal it from you and everything."
"How much is 'e payin' ye, then?" Scrooge asked.
Now it was your turn to shiver -- though the one that danced down your spine was a bit more... anticipatory in nature. "Not nearly as much as the ruby is worth," you confessed lightly. "But we both know I never was one to back down from a challenge."
He was suddenly on you, his hands pinning yours behind you while his chest pressed flush against your back. A gentle shushing whisper blew past your ear before he spoke, "And how goes yer little challenge, eh? Would ye consider it successful?"
You shot a look back to him, along with a grin. "Well, I got your attention, didn't I? I'd call that a win."
He grunted in amusement before shifting his hands so that one was still holding you by the wrists, while the other delicately plucked the ruby from your grasp.
He held it up within your line of sight, twisting it so the lights bouncing off it danced along the walls. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, though even as he spoke of it, his eyes were on you.
"You're not so bad yourself," you purred.
He unceremoniously threw the ruby back into the sea of gold with a sigh, then released you with a grunt that seemed a lot less amused than before. "Same time next week?" he asked.
"Of course."
"Off ye pop, then. I've got a meetin' in ten..."
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Guys. Scrooge McDuck already traveled the multiverse in 1995
Hey look, it’s the doors from doctor strange
-my dad
This year will mark a historical moment in Disney comics history. The first Marvel-made Scrooge McDuck comic. Uncle Scrooge and the Infinity Dime coming up in June will have Scrooge travel through the multiverse to defeat an evil AU version of himself.
To some unfamiliar with Disney comics, this might sound like a lame idea in the trend of many multiverse stories that we are seeing in the cinemas today.
To some familiar with Disney comics, this sounded exactly like the plot of Zio Paperone e il predone dimensionale.
Truth is, the multiverse has always been a part of… just comic books. It’s now starting to slip into other mediums because of the many, many comic book adaptations just getting to that point of the lore, but the comic books themselves have had it for a long time now. Including Disney comics.
Though for Disney it’s less a case of: we wanted to explain continuity errors and then went a bit too far, and more a case of: if you have comics coming out literally every single day of the week then at some point you just get to the multiverse.
There are many of these to be found in Disney comics, which we might talk about later if someone is interested or I feel like it, but today we are going to go over the one most similar in premise to the upcoming Marvel release.
Because I just think it’s really funny how similar they are. Like at this point I would call it a reboot.
Oh oh, Scrooge and multiverse, look at this. I’m pretty sure the Loki tv series just copied their time doors from this comic.
Federico Povoleri wrote a pretty simple story. Someone is stealing from Scrooge again, and this time, the culprit turns out to be… himself!
‘Our’ Scrooge is signified by the red coat (and later the multiverse hopping suit). All the alternates will be clad in blue. DT87 Scrooge is just another AU that no one cares about confirmed
This stealing Scrooge is our ‘Scrooge above all’. He wants to be richer than all his other variants and steals from them for that or something. I don’t remember very well but why he does it doesn’t matter. It’s evil Scrooge and he steals that’s all we need to know.
As we have seen already, he escapes with an universe hopping door. As he always does within these kinds of situations, Scrooge calls Gyro who finds some kind of dimensional energy lingering around where the door used to be. He does the usual explain the multiverse bit.
Then Gyro does in a few hours/days/wedontactuallyknow what Red Raider has been trying for years. There’s a reason they kicked him out of PKNA he would be too overpowered.
Yeah altronave my nose.
Scrooge arrives in the bin of another him, and explains as well as he can. This repeats a few times and I would love to show it but there is a 10 image limit on tumblr mobile for some reason.
Finally he arrives at the bin of the Scrooge who steals and they have a little typical multiverse discussion (I am the real one. No bitch I am. But which one are you. A real me would never do this. That kind of stuff)
But he gets defeated by bad Scrooge. Oh no the only one who could defeat Scrooge has defeated him. What will happen now?
Exactly what you think happens. prime!Scrooge never closed the AU doors and so everyone he visited could just hop through and arrive at Scrooge above all’s office. Yay.
It is not a bad comic. It has the single idea, it sticks to it, it executes it well. The interactions with AU Scrooge’s are just plain fun. At the time of writing the story has place 6020 on inducks which is pretty dang high for such a silly comic.
It’s very much a multiverse story in a classic Disney comics way. It’s not used to bring multiple continuities together. No storia e gloria Scrooge VS life and times Scrooge. Nothing dramatic happening or high stakes. Just Scrooge going on another adventure, and for being one of the first multiverse comics involving Scrooge that didn’t pull random bullshit, it’s considered good by most of the fandom it seems. That the Comicup artists was pretty decent helped as well.
But now, what can we expect from what is totally gonna be a remake of this?
Infinity Dime is Marvel. It’s gonna take a Marvel approach. Assuming it’s not gonna be parody (which i kind of really hope it isn’t), then what will it be? Are we gonna see something similar to this, where Scrooge will just meet different versions of himself or will we see established AU’s? Both Ducktales and all his other animated counterparts (i heard the americans like christmas carol scrooge) seem like easy picks. Will they fight? Will it be Secret Wars? Or will they work together like in this comic?
Marvel has still given out zero information about the story (hell, they haven’t even made clear which artists aside from a few are drawing. “celebrated Scrooge artists” does NOT narrow it down) except for that super vague premise. So the best we can do is imagine this story but with the Marvel flavor. Not that I have read enough Marvel comics to properly understand what that means but ive seen some movies okay.
We can probably imagine there will be more ‘evil’ Scrooges. Some Scroogehenchmen. And they will fight. We gotta have action scenes. Which I trust will look good because Mangiatordi I believe his connection to the project alone will secure that the art department will be amazing. His existence is enough.
I’m also expecting DT17 Scrooge to at least cameo. He’s the perfect character for this type of story, fits way better than any other non comic variant. DT87 Scrooge could work as maybe a younger version? Who is not sure what he got caught up in. But then we would need emotional scenes between Scrooge and Scrooge and that’s probably asking too much from Jason Aaron.
Oh hmm actually. I can see when good Scrooge fights bad Scrooge in the climax he will do a big speech that will last a good 4 pages and will teach bad Scrooge what it takes to be a real Scrooge. That sounds stupid enough to be a Marvel thing but not so stupid as to become completely ridiculous.
I’m not expecting actual references to other established comic Scrooge AU’s. We will probably have Barks and Rosa references and that’s it. I’m not even expecting a Van Horn reference tbh. It’s all Barks and Rosa we gotta keep it beginner friendly. It might even just be Rosa. Which indirectly will result in a Barks reference because every Rosa reference is just a Barks reference but with extra steps.
I’m trying to make predictions okay? So I can go I SAID SO when it comes out. It’ll be really funny for me and annoying for you guys. You don’t even have to read this (yet). This is just for in the future so I can look like a wizard.
The scene where Gyro explains the multiverse might just get copied one on one. Maybe Gyro will be replaced by Ludwig? At least I don’t think they will have Scrooge just go: oh yeah ive seen this before. Maybe another Scrooge will explain it to him/secretly the reader. It WILL involve a big cosmic looking image that will represent the multiverse. It just has to. Even if just to show the Marvel audience how good these Italian Scrooge artists are.
I don’t think Donald or the nephews are gonna play a big role. Maybe at the beginning and end, maybe they will somehow stay in contact with Scrooge or he thinks about them a few times to remind us of hey this is Donald Duck. But I think most is gonna be a solo Scrooge adventure just like we have already seen.
Idk. I really want to talk more about Infinity Dime because it’s the most exciting US made Disney comic in ages. Idk why no one else seems to be hyped. Where is all the rambling and speculation guys?? Not about the covers, but about the actual story!
Anyways now we get to the most important question: do i think it will feature Magica?
Maybe. (Definitely not gonna play a big role if she even appears. Maybe a cameo when at some point there will be a dramatic flashback… Or she could show up in one of the AU’s. Maybe just a short scene in the beginning showing his usual life but that sounds lame. Probably not gonna have a role in the story at least, and I kinda hope it won’t have any Magica at all because I’m scared that they will go of off Rosa’s characterization lol.)
Ok Remember to infinity your dimes and uncle your scrooges gby
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Aki Hayakawa
"YES SPIN THE BOTTLE!" Power chanted with a devilish grin planted across her face. Denji looked back and forth between the fiend, Aki and you. "What the hell is spin the bottle?" You all side eyed eachother in exasperation. "Have you lived in a bin all of your life?" Aki muttered under his breath.
The cramped apartment smelt of stale cigerette smoke and liqueur. You'd all been on a night out with the wider Public Safety Devil Hunters. Himeno had ensured you'd all drunk copious amounts of liqueur between you before sending you off back to your apartment.
Thanks Himeno, thanks a bunch.
"Want me to kick you in the balls again tough guy?" Denji declared his act of war against the ebony haired male, both testosterone fueled edging closer together from across the table.
You grabbed one of the many used shot glasses from the table and topped it up with the golden coloured tequila that happened to be in arms reach. You brought your delicate hand up to your mouth, parting your lips and extending your tongue to graze your supple skin. Your fingers found the salt shaker you'd brought to the table earlier in the evening, gingerly you tapped the white granules onto the slick saliva trail you'd left.
Both boys had completely forgotten about their argument and their focus was entirely consumed by you. Your prepped hand met your tongue once more, in one smooth lick the crystals enter your mouth and melt.
You placed the cold glass to your lips and tipped the contents down your throat. The heat of the liquid soared down your esophagus.
"Damn Hayakawa, your girlfriend is fire". Aki quickly snapped out of his trance, a vein on his forehead popped in frustration.
"SPIN NOW!" Power slammed an empty bottle into the middle of the table. "Don't worry Denji, you'll get the game once we start. Why don't you go first?" you smiled kindly at the strawberry blonde male.
Denji span the bottle and it's opening pointed at Power. "Ok so now you have to ask Power to answer a truth or complete a dare". He pondered for a moment before grinning. "Ok. Eat those vegetables you left earlier!"
"NO FAIR!" She screamed, folding her arms across her chest like a petulant child. "Come on Power. A dares a dare" you nudged her gently. She wandered over to the kitchen and plucked half a carrot off of her dinner plate that she'd managed to dodge earlier. Squeezing her lids closed she stuck her tongue out and placed the carrot on it, swallowing as quickly as she could. A fit of choking ensued. "YOU DAMN DEVIL! TRYNA POISON ME!" The female fiend raged on as she stomped back to the living area and plonked back down onto her seat.
"Ok Power, now it's your turn to spin". The devilman span the bottle with a stupid amount of force, so much so that it felt like a good five minutes before the bottle actually landed. "HAAHAHA! REVENGE IS SWEET!" she cackled as the bottle pointed directly at Denji.
"KISS Y/N! AND NONE OF THIS FRIEND KISSING. I WANT TONGUES!"
Denji's face flushed as red as a beetroot not knowing where to look. "It's ok Denji, it's just a game". You batted your long black lashes at him and leaned across the table. You caught a glance at Aki from the corner of your eye, his lips smashed into a line. The cerulean of his orbs anticipating your next move.
Denji gulped at your consent as he placed both hands on the table for support, his face edging closer to yours.
Your pink lips messily plant on his. You grin, brushing your tongue across his bottom lip enticing it to open. He happily obliged. You eagerly explore eachothers mouthes, his kisses certainly felt different to Aki. He was all nerves and clearly an amateur. Aki knew what he was doing, he knew how you liked it.
The entire makeout you kept your e/c eyes open and fixed on your boyfriend.
His jaw clenched and fists balled in a rage. He knew you were doing this on purpose to get a rise out of him - and it was working.
You ran your slender fingers through the sides of the blondes hair before starting to pull away. You weren't going to let him go without catching his bottom lip between your perfectly white teeth and teasingly pulling on it.
A string of saliva roped it's way between you two before it broke. Denji looked like he'd had a stroke.
Aki slammed his fists onto the wooden table, hoisting himself up and marching to his room. A loud slam quickly followed suit.
Oops.
"Come on Aki. It's a game" you rapped your knuckles against the closed door. He eventually opened it and you waltzed inside. He turned to you, pressed his chest into yours and slowly backed you up against the wall. "What the fuck do you think your playing at?" he growled.
You shrugged "I told you it was a game".
Running his fingers down your arms he grabbed both wrists tightly, pulling them up next to your head. "I don't share my stuff" his deep voice muttered in your ear as he closed the gap between your faces.
His wide palm took grasp of both wrists above your head to free one of his hands. He took hold of your chin between his thumb and forefinger, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb tip tenderly. "Are you mine?" He commanded. "Yes Aki" you obediently responded.
A smile curled into his lips before he gently peppered kisses down your neck and exposed collarbone. Your breathing hitched in delight which made him take a deep inhale. "You're wearing that perfume I like.." he whispered between small nibbles on your nape. His finger hooked onto the strap of your ebony dress, he tugged it down off your shoulder aggressively to expose more flesh.
You loved this dominent side of him, it made your panties damp with excitement.
You eagerly got involved in the action, hands knowing exactly where to grasp. It wasn't difficult to find, his cock already rock hard causing a tent in his pants. He groaned in anticipation as you grasp his member firmly. You massage the fabric around his large shaft causing him to slam is palm down onto the wall to remain balanced from pleasure.
The entire time both of your eyes are fixated on one another. The eye contact was intense but neither of you wanted to miss a single reaction from eachother. His finger trailed across your bare skin to find the remaining strap to your dress. Sliding that off, the gown glided off your skin like soft, creamy butter. His pupils dilated dramatically as your perky breasts came into view. "I noticed you purposely didn't wear a bra tonight". You hummed and nodded in response. "I could see those perky nips from across the table all evening, it was so hard to be professional in front of the whole team" the words escaped his lips between him working his way down to your breasts, taking his time and tasting every bit of your flesh as he went.
"Well you don't need to be professional now" you bit your lip in reaction to the tickles Aki's lips made against you. His warm mouth eventually finds your breast and he gracefully twirls his tongue around the tender surface. Your nipples become even harder with the stimulation, he delicately nips at them wanting to hear more of those moans he loved so much. It didn't take long for his ears to be satisfied, your toes curled as pleasure filled hisses escaped your parted lips. .
He finally released your wrists allowing only momentary movement before he slips both arms down your waist, cupping your plump bum. Without hesitation he hoists you into his arms, sloppily finding your mouth in the process. Your tongues dance together, perfectly matching eachothers movements. The taste of him was one of your favourites, not thick with cigerette smoke like you'd expect. It was fresh, the aroma of spearmint filled your senses. You wrapped your supple legs around his waist allowing him access to you thighs. He greedily grabs handfuls of thigh whilst carrying you over to his bed.
Your head eventually finds the soft bedding, the scent of his aftershave permeating through the sheets. It was intoxicating to you.
Next thing you know, his fingers are tugging the remainder of your dress down leaving nothing but your juice soaked panties on display. He parted your legs, a hungry smile displaying on his features. "Look how wet you are baby. Is this all for me?" His moist tongue greets his dry lips as he wets them eagerly. "Yes Aki. I'm so wet for you" you groan in apprehension of his next move.
Planting kisses between your thighs he inhaled deeply, your natural scent so alluring. He laps his tongue up against your underwear, teasing it between the fabric and your dripping pussy underneath. "Look at me" he demands, his hot breath hitting your folds as he spoke. You obey and pulled a nearby cushion under your head to get a better view. Putting you out of your misery he tore off the weak lace thong and threw it across his room. Leaning back he admired you for a moment..
You were absolute perfection in his eyes. He was so in awe of you, he never fully understood how he managed to get so lucky. You were his and he was going to show you that in the way words couldn't.
He dived down between your legs once more, parting your vagina with his fingers to expose your throbbing clit. He placed his tongue flatly against your area taking slow long laps, swallowing your juices loudly. "You taste to sweet, I could eat you all day" he muttered into you. The tip of his tongue finds your clit once more and flicks it which causes your legs to shake in rapture.
"My turn" your voice managed to croak.
He stands up and pulls the crisp white shirt over his head exposing his toned abdomen underneath. After the shirt was disregarded he fumbles with his pant buttons trying to get them undone, you knew this was your cue to step in.
"Let me help" you purred whilst getting into a kneeling position on the end of the bed. The garments made their way to the floor, finally revealing Aki in his full glory. Drool gathered in your mouth whilst you took his shaft in your hand and pumped it for a moment. "I didn't tell you to stop looking at me" he groaned. You placed the tip of his member into your mouth whilst gazing up at him, slowly inching it further into your cavity until there was no more visible. You worked on him for some time before he pulled himself out with urgency. "Fuck no baby, you'll make me cum. I want to cum in you"
You laid back once more, he placed his shaft at your plump entrance. He folded your legs back, allowing him gripping access to your thighs. "Ready?"
"Ready"
He didn't hesitate, plunging his cock as deep as it could go inside of you. He fit you perfectly. His breathing intensified the moment he entered you, his expression one of pure extacy.
He leaned onto your thighs, fingers gripping you as the speed he was thrusting increased. "Oh shit Aki, right there!" You screamed as he hit your g-spot over and over again. "Louder. Say my name louder. Let those fucking devil's hear you" he commanded. "Take it" he shouted, balls slapping against your round ass.
Sweat was drenching the both of you as you writhed against eachother. "I'm going to cum.. Aki I'm going to.." you laboured finding it hard to talk now.
His pumping started to falter, you knew this was it.
"Cum for me baby" you squealed, the first order you'd given him this entire time. His eyes widened, the moans now constantly pouring out of his mouth. "Now, cum now" he splutters. You feel the hot liquid shoot up into your cervix which was all you needed to finally let your own orgasm escape. The pleasure waved through your body and made you shake uncontrollably. The tip of his cock pulsates inside of you, expelling the remaining semen from his passage.
"God damn. I love you y/n"
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hi, i’m going through it with uni right now (finals season rip) and was wondering if you have any recs for some really soft, tender fics that will remind me of the good in the world 😭 maybe with some soft smut too, preferably over 20k if they’re out there and i’m happy with non au or au whatever. just need something comforting yknow. hope you’re doing well :)
oh hello love, i feel your struggle and am sending you lots of strength!!
here are some of my favourite softer good omens fics:
[You can request more fic recs here.]
Caramel Delight by AJ_Constantine (E, 16k)
After years of enduring hellish neighbours, Crowley is delighted when they finally move out, and even more delighted when their replacement is easy going, friendly, doesn’t leave his bins on the kerb for weeks, and… attractive in a way that causes a fluttering in Crowley’s midsection like a battalion of butterflies attempting to form ranks.
Crowley knows that hooking up with the person who lives next door to him is a Bad Idea. But a jar of his Nan’s famous caramel sauce as a ‘welcome to the neighbourhood’ gesture couldn’t hurt. And what’s he supposed to do when Aziraphale continues to show up at Crowley’s door with an irresistible smile, asking for more?
Liquid Gold by smolalienbee, Tarek_giverofcookies, Sodium_Azide, fashioncriminal (T, 36k)
Goth beekeeper Crowley starts a new life in the countryside, in a suitably gothic house, with suitably goth furniture, tombstones, and bees. One day Crowley finds a surprise singing to the bees. And Crowley's suitably goth life changes.
A gentle cottagecore human AU, featuring a bit of a bastard, a bit of a soft touch, and many many bees.
First Class (Hons) Christmas, University of Tadfield. by heloluv (M, 41k)
Dr. A.Z. Fell is a renowned literature tutor at the prestigious University of Tadfield. December is upon the University, and Dr. Fell is leading the Christmas Charity Drive. He needs volunteers.
Dr. A.J. Crowley is a skilled plant ecologist who recently began his tenure at UoT. He can't stand Christmas, and nothing at all could ever possibly convince him to partake in "festivities". Until a certain literary expert catches his eye.
A Christmas and New Years fic, in which Aziraphale teaches Crowley how to enjoy the most wonderful time of the year.
Lavender Apiary Of Your Honey Eyes by snek_of_eden (E, 62k)
The first thing Aziraphale registered was fiery red hair matted with sweat. The second thing was the man’s face, sharp and intelligent and a little guarded, sunlight dappling a spray of freckles. Upon seeing this, two contradictory thoughts crossed his mind: ‘Gosh, he’s pretty’, and ‘I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a man use that many expletives in the space of a minute’.
“Oh,” he said, swallowing hard. “Hello, then.”
When Aziraphale inherits a small, cosy cottage in the countryside, he finds unexpected company in a gardener he didn't even know he had. Crowley is sweet, and strange, and about as foul-mouthed as you can get. Before he knows it, he's falling pretty goddamn hard for a man whose friendship he's terrified of risking.
Ah, the foils of love.
(To the surprise of no one, they're both pining extraordinarily hard for each other)
and now all of my garden is grown in lavender by ilikeblue (E, 70k, WIP)
Popular queer romance author, A.Z. Fell, has been lying about having a husband and a happy marriage for years. Longing to escape a string of failed relationships and looking for a fresh start, Aziraphale moves into the cottage left to him by his Great Aunt Agnes. When a TV adaptation of one of his books leads to sudden popularity and throws him into the limelight, his fans (and the press) are eager to catch a glimpse of Aziraphale's own mysterious leading man. Unfortunately, he still has to cast someone for that role. Enter the handsome gardener…
Under Crowley's meticulous care the cottage's neglected garden slowly comes back to life, and Aziraphale finds himself writing the most important love story he'll ever write: his own
you know i'll never be lonely (you're my only one) by SylWritesStuff, ladydragona (E, 256k)
Anthony Crowley has long since given up on love of the romantic sort. Besides, after the tragic passing of his cousin and her husband he now has a preteen pup to care for. If only the courts and social services would quit assuming a single, unclaimed omega isn't competent enough on his own to raise one, things would be going just fine. Warlock's problems at school aside.
Aziraphale Fell is an accomplished author, bookshop owner, and does quite well, if he should say so himself. Love might have conveniently passed him by and the nights can be quite lonely, but he'd rather be alone than not be himself.
And the thing they're both longing for might just be each other.
[you can find more fic rec masterposts here]
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“Nohoho!” Felix exclaimed again. Changbin had been whining to the younger for the past 15 minutes to make brownies, accentuating his point with pokes to the side, but Lixie was way too tired.
“I’m too tired! If you want them, go make them your-HEHEY!” Felix screeched when Bin managed to wriggle his fingers beneath his shirt.
Felix snatched the invading hand before shooing it away, face tinted red as the older laughed.
“Youhure soho SENSITIVE!” Changbin made out through his laughter, knowing that his words would rile the younger up.
Lixie flushed angrily before leaping into the older’s lap, earning shouts as he pinned Binnie’s arms to his waist with his knees.
“What.” Changbin stated, looking up at Felix’s pouting face and biting his lip to hold on his laughter.
“Do you think i’m sensitive?” Felix asked jokingly, staring straight into the older’s eyes.
“Yes.” Changbin replied nonchalantly.
“YOU. think I’M sensitive.” Felix giggled as the Changbin’s jaw dropped.
“Yah! What’s that supposed to mean?!” A very offended Binnie asked.
“Oh. Nothing.” Felix shrugged, poking around Bin’s sides casually as the older shuffled, trying not to giggle.
“It d-doesn’t tickle.” Changbin lied.
“OH. It doesn’t tickle? REALLY?” Felix exclaimed.
“N-No.” Changbin responded, proud of himself for not breaking, even when the younger’s fingers decided to worm their way into his back.
“Okay then. MINHO HYUNG!” Felix called. He smirked down at Changbin, who visibly panicked, trying his hardest to tug his arms away from his sides.
“H-Hey. What are you d-doing?” Chang in stuttered, fear rising in his chest, visible in his eyes.
“Yeah?” Minho pokes his head in the room, scanning the room for the younger who called for him.
He grinned widely at Felix, and his eyes twinkled at the vulnerability of Binnie’s position.
It was like Felix could telepathically communicate, and Minho walked over and tugged Bin’s arms away from his sides just for Felix to sit on them above his head.
“wait. WAIT! What are you do-AHH!” Changbin squealed when a singular nail wormed its way into his belly button, as Lee Know managed to work Binnie’s shirt above his head.
“Why are you trying to remove my shir-AGH! STOP THAT!” Binnie screeched as the finger returned to his belly button.
Once Lee Know had taken a seat on Changbin’s thighs, he finally spoke.
“Okay. So what are we doing?” He asked.
“So first you pin me, then you ask.” Bin retorted, cutting off with a squeak when a hard sharply squeezed at his side.
“So I was trying to tickle hyung, then he tried to tell me it DIDN’T TICKLE.” Felix slammed his hand into his forehead dramatically.
Lee Know gasped dramatically and laughed when Changbin rolled his eyes.
“So. He thinks he isn’t tihicklish. Should we remind him?” Minho giggled in between his sentence at the sheer irony. He smiled down at the rapper’s fearful expression as his lips trembled.
The oldest decided it was the right time to start, digging right into Binnie’s belly as the rapper threw his head back, neck straining at his tried to hold it in.
But when Felix decided to start as well, fingers wiggling into the middle’s collarbone, bingo! Sweet giggles filled the room as Changbin twisted in the lers’ grasp.
The worst part is that they wouldn’t say a word, just letting the rapper hear himself laughing to remind himself of his sensitivity.
Changbin didn’t know what was worse.
“nohoHO!” The rapper gasped when a pair of hands slipped to his hips.
Lee Know laughed when the rapper was thrown into hysterics, eyes squeezed shut as loud laughter rang through the air.
Felix couldn’t hold back his smile. His hyung was way too adorable to handle.
“NOOO-HAHAHA! SAHAHAY SOHOMETHIHIHING!” Changbin screamed.
However, no sound left the other’s lips. They were having way too much fun driving the poor rapper insane.
The rough tickles into his bare, sensitive skin left Changbin’s skin tingling. He couldn’t handle much more.
“Okay. Let’s finish up.” Minho clapped his hands as he looked down gleefully at the panting younger.
“nohoho enohough! ihits too muhuch…” Changbin whimpered as he looked at his hyung with wide eyes.
“Awww. Is it too much?~” Lee Know cooed as he ducked his hands down to massage into Changbin’s upper ribs, right beside the rapper’s pecs.
To say Changbin went crazy was an understatement. The poor boy went absolutely mad, entire body twisting to one side as he screamed loudly.
Felix was in shock, to say the least.
“Wait! That’s his weak spot?!” A very wide eyed Lixie asked Minho, who was fondly smiling down at the red faced rapper, who was letting out loud screams every few seconds as his laughter turned his throat raw.
“Yah! I’m not even doing anything!” Lee Know scolded as he continued lightly massaging circles into the area, almost falling down when Bin bucked his hips aggressively.
“He looks like he’s going insane!” Felix’s mouth dropped. How had he not found this spot before?
“Wait wait! Let me take over for a few. Plus, I think he needs a break.” Lixie pointed at the lee, who was currently on the verge of fainting.
Minho obeyed and Felix replaced his spot on Binnie’s thighs.
The youngest waited a few minutes, letting Changbin catch his breath, before he attacked, roughly digging his thumbs into the area riiighht underneath his armpits.
“OKAY! OKAHAHAHAY! IHIHIM TIHIHICKLISH! AHAHAHAND SE-GAHAHA! SEHEHENSITIHIHIVE! NOAHHAHA STOHOAPPPP!!!” Changbin screeched through his laughter, tears slipping down his face as he absolutely screamed with laughter.
Felix decided to finish off, hesitating a few times before leaning down and blowing a huuuge raspberry on the side of Changbin’s chest.
“AGHDJSJS AHHHHHH! NOAHHAHAHAHA! YOHOHONGBOKAHHHHH!”
Felix frowned at that, and Changbin howled in ticklish agony as the raspberries only continued.
Minho laughed along with the rapper, amazed at how easily Lixie reduced the rapper to an incoherent, screaming mess.
The room door burst open suddenly, with a very concerned Jisung running in.
“Why do I hear screaming?! Wait. Is that Binnie hyung? HAHA what have you done to him?!” Jisung cackled at the sigh of poor Changbin pushing his head back into the plush couch as he screamed.
“NOAHAHAHA! HAHANJIHIHI HAHAHALP! PLEHEHEASE I CAHAHAHANT! AHAHAHAAAAA!” Changbin pleaded, only yelling more when Felix’s fingers found their way into his armpits.
“Yeah. Felix I think that’s enough. He looks like he’s gonna die.” Jisung grinned down as Minho slid the boy’s shirt back on before suddenly picking Felix up and running as fast as he could. He did NOT want to be there when Changbin caught his breath.
Jisung handed the boy a bottle of water as he patted his back.
“I’m so getting those brats back.” Binnie grunted.
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i hope you enjoyed this fic! have a spooky october! ✨🎃
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rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.
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Can I Borrow and Egg? (44,175 words) E
“Can I help you?” Derek really didn’t want to open the door, but the smell of the person on the other side was intriguing and he needed to know who it belonged to.
“Um sorry to bother you, but um do have an egg I can borrow” The guy was wearing fuzzy batman pajama pants and a red zip-up sweater zipped only halfway with no shirt underneath like he just threw it on to walk over here.
“Borrow?” Derek raised an eyebrow “Do you plan to return it?” he was trying really hard not to look at the small patch of chest hair that he desperately wanted to touch.
“Well no, I plan on buying more eggs when I get my Jeep working again then I’ll return an egg to you, not the exact one”
“Derek give the poor kid an egg” Laura yelled from inside the house
“I’m an adult” The guy called back “Not a kid”
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Passing Notes (7,577 words) E
“And Stiles, as for the paper due next week, I don’t need to know about circumcision”
“Got it”
Stiles was going to have to drop that class now, even though, yes he did take it because he was bored and needed another credit and Professor Hale was one of the best-looking people he has ever seen, especially when he was wearing his black-rimmed glasses, and the way his long sleeves shirts were cuffed right below his elbow, “Enough of that” Stiles mumbled to himself after running into a plastic trash bin and almost falling over.
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"I didn’t know it was possible to fall in love with someone without even seeing their face" (33,755 words) E
Stiles didn’t like answering unknown numbers but he was bored and hoping to mess with a scammer. Turns out it was a wrong number, but he felt bad for the guy so we helped him with his computer.
He thought that was the end of it, but it turned into one of the best years of his life.
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Coffee & Camo (17,219 words) E
Stiles owns a coffee shop and has a crush on his regular customer. but then the customer stops coming in and Stiles has no idea what happened until he gets a letter in the mail from Sergeant Derek Hale.
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Trying to See Through the Rain Coming Down (32,376 words) E
“I need to file a missing person report”
“Okay” Stiles didn’t look up from his book, just grabbed one of the papers off the shelf behind him and handed to the man “Fill this out and I’ll get an officer to come out and talk to you”
“You’re not even going to look up? My sister is missing and you’re just going to keep reading your stupid book” he yanked the book out of Stiles’ hand and threw it across the precinct almost hitting the Sheriff who had come out of his office to see what the yelling was about.
“Sorry” Stiles stood up “It’s just that”
“Can I help you?” His dad asked trying to diffuse the situation before Stiles was the next thing thrown across the room
“I’m in town visiting my sister and she went to the grocery store Friday afternoon and never came back, she isn’t answering her phone and I can’t find her anywhere”
Or the one where Laura dies and Derek is left to take care of her twins with the help of an officer and a newly bitten werewolf.
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Donuts (1,552 words) E
Stiles got an idea while out getting his morning coffee.
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Christmas Joy
Christmas Time HCs
(Chamber, Cypher, Fade, Reyna)
A/N : MERRY CRISIS
CW : Christmas?, Eating (Reyna), kissing/hinted innuendos, GN!Reader
Chamber :
He’s going to get you a bunch of gifts!!
I feel like he’s not the type of guy to decorate as much but he’ll get a tree. If you want to decorate he will buy you whatever you wish!
He DOES have the money but I feel that he’s more of a thoughtful gift-giver. Expect trinkets and stuff that reminds him of you! And OF COURSE, a gun! He made it to match with his!
Overall, it’s going to be a pretty chill christmas. He lets you call the shots and lounges with a huge grin on his face. He loves seeing you so happy :)
“Open your gifts, mon chou. I want to see how you like them.” Chamber waved you off the couch to sit next to the tree. Your hands wandered along the precisely wrapped gifts, giving him a warm smile.
“You didn’t have to get me all of this! You’re too kind, Vin.”
The two of you sat for quite a while, going through gifts and giving eachother small kisses. You had expected a different outcome than the thought out gifts. This was your first Christmas with Vincent after all! He had seemed more the type of guy to go expensive but, boy were you wrong. Your heart swelled at the thought of him caring for you, turning to kiss his soft cheek.
“Merry Christmas. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Cypher :
MAN.
He makes little christmas lights out of his old camera parts. The whole bedroom looks like it was straight out of Wall-E.
“Baby it’s very uhh.. Festive!” “Yes, I know. I am too good.” (Smack that sarcastic bastard)
He gets you two a bunch of ‘christmassy’ teas to try as well. Gotta stay warm!
The presents are really sweet as well! He makes you some homemade tech to always have your back! As he said, “I need you to always be safe. Even when my eyes are down, my love.”
Give this man some love and that’s all he could ask for as a gift!
“I-What is this?” Your eyes raised as you walked into your shared bedroom. Old green and red lights on wrapped wire littered the ceiling, looking straight out of Cypher’s dump bin.
“It’s lights! You told me you wanted the room to be festive.” Cypher shrugged in response, continuing to type away at his keyboard.
As much as the lights were ugly, you had to praise him for the effort.
“Wow. How.. Festive. Great job, love.” You leaned down to kiss his temple, holding in a chortle. Your boyfriend was something else.
Fade :
I just imagine her getting you two matching sweaters! (She got Omen to knit them)
Much like Cypher, I feel that she’s a huge fan of warm drinks. She makes hot cocoa and tea! Whatever you wish for is her command :^)
Definitely over decorates the tree and makes cookies! “If Santa won’t eat them then we will!”
Lots of cuddling in blankets and hugs. She craves your attention! (She is very touch deprived, indulge her <3)
She gets you some new clothes & hobby items! She has a keen eye to stuff you like/need.
“Baby, you’re gonna suffocate me!” You squeaked out as Fade’s arms tightened around you. The air was frosty and the two of you laid in bed cuddling.
“No no, don’t be dramatic! You love it.” She graced your face with light kisses, small laughs leaving her mouth in the process. You could only grin at the sight of her so happy, glad to be such a source of joy for her.
“Yeah, whatever you say.” You leaned in, meeting her lips. She separated quickly, face red.
“A little warning would be nice! Whatever.. I guess it is Christmas. That’s your gift though.” She narrowed her eyes in mock sarcasm as the two of you just laughed. This would be a Christmas to remember.
Reyna :
PLEASE.
She sets up mistletoe everywhere. Like you can’t take a step without seeing her smug grin. “Oh my.. I think you owe me a kiss.” “Rey, please. I’ve given you ten. I need to get a drink!”
She cooks a LOT on Christmas day. I feel like she loves the feeling of you being full & happy with everything. Good food and presence makes the best day!
“I don’t need gifts. You didn’t have to spend this money on me!” She tries to deny them but it fills her heart with joy. She’s honored that you got her such thoughtful gifts <3
She got you a lot of items for missions & some.. ‘Other’ items. “It’s a joke! Or was it..”
“This is so good, babe! You should make this more often.” You praised your girlfriend, digging into the food. Reyna only hummed, smiling at your hunger.
“I am glad you like it. There is enough for a few days. We will have to open presents after you are done.” The woman rubbed at your back, setting down a drink for you. You hadn’t expected such a huge meal for Christmas morning but Reyna did not disappoint. The food was delicious and the two of you enjoyed eachothers presence.
After you two had finished eating, Reyna’s arms circled around you.
“Come, let’s go open gifts. I want you to see what I got you.” Her voice was laced with a dangerous note, sending electric shocks down your body. Soft lips brushed your jawline as the woman pulled you into the living room.
“Should I be scared?” You asked.
The only response you got was another kiss and a maniacal laugh.
Yeah, you should be scared.
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JODHAA AKBAR + soundtrack
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[Image ID: five colorful gifs of Jodhaa Akbar, made for each song on the soundtrack. There is a small, black-and-white central gif with a circular soundwave in the middle. The background gif is fully colored. The cursive text on top is a couplet from the song, and the block text at the bottom of the gif is the name of the song:
GIF 1: Central gif is Jodhaa pressing her hands together in prayer in front of her deity's statue. The background gif is colored red, and is an overhead shot of her laying on her outstretched arm in front of the statue, a bottle of poison in one hand. The text at the top reads, "Tum bin paun kaise chain, tarsu tumhi ko din rain." and the song title reads, "Mann Mohanaa."
GIF 2: Central gif is Akbar pausing as he hears of Jodhaa's entrance into his palace. The background gif is colored orange and is of all the dancers spinning as they sing. The text at the top reads, "Tera mazhab hai jo mohabbat, kitne dilon par teri hukumat" and the song title reads, "Azeem-o-shan Shahenshah."
GIF 3: Central gif is Jodhaa praying to her god with her head slightly bowed above her folded hands. In profile, Akbar watches her fondly. The background gif is colored green, and is of Jodhaa and Akbar walking together through the palace. The text at the top reads, "Milke bhi hum milte nahi, khilke bhi gul khilte nahi." and the song title reads, "Jashn-e-Bahara"
GIF 4: Central gif is an overhead shot of Akbar spinning slowly with the rest of the dancers. The background gif is colored blue, and is of the saints who have come to sing a prayer during Jodhaa and Akbar's wedding. The text at the top reads, "Hai mere peer ka sadqa, tera daaman hai thaama" and the song title reads, "Khwaja Mere Khwaja."
GIF 5: Central gif is Akbar wrapping his arms around Jodhaa from behind. The background gif is colored purple, and is a shot of their outstretched hands moving to clasp the other's. The text at the top reads, "Mile dekho aise hai hum, ke do sur ho jaise madham" and the song title reads, "Inn Lamhon Ke Daaman Mein."
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A Spoonful of Love (Bernard the elf x Reader) Part 1
Authors notes/tags: Part 2 of the Naughty or Nice series for service subs with praise kinks. Smut starting on part 2, 18+, Nsfw, afab reader, she/her pronouns used. I hope you all enjoy!
Summary: Your crush and superior elf has been pulling away for months, fueling your need to please and serve him to hear him praise you again.
The click of your nails against the the large work counter echoed out in the empty kitchen. The usually packed and bustling kitchen now remained nearly empty with just a single occupant after the busyness of the holiday season finally wrapped up for the year. Over the new years holiday, Santa give a vacation period to everyone to celebrate all the hard work of the year before everyone picks right back up to create it all again, but you never took the vacation time.
You had no other place that felt quite like home as the kitchen did and this free space without work tasks or distraction from other elves gave you free reign to try making new confectionary creations. As the head elf of the kitchen you reveled in the honor of being in charge of looking for ways to elevate the treats and teach the rest of the staff of baker elves how to recreate them. This vacation was the perfect time to workshop, try out new ideas, play around with ingredients, and take notes on how each experiment resulted. You got a chance to try new things out during normal working time in between specific tasks but this is the month that will set the ground for the rest of the year. More importantly every time you created something up to your standards you get to share it with your favorite head elf for his final approval. Bernard has held a large grip on your heart for centuries and you leaped for every chance to show off your creations to him to have a chance of basking under his praise.
Your eyes peeled away from glaring daggers at the little timer as you waited for it to ring out, instead shifting to peer around the room to check if anyone was crazy enough as you to come into work during the vacation period. As your eyes scanned around your surroundings they pass over the grand kitchen doors peeled open to look out over the workshop area. Your breath hitches in excitement as you catch a flash of red clothes and dark curls whizz around in the background of workbenches. A laugh bubbles lightly out of your throat as you noticed he has dragged poor Curtis into work with him as well.
Your eyes follow their path around the workroom, watching them stop shortly every so often to adjust the equipment on work stations, jot little notes in his small work journal, or clearing bits of scrap parts into bins. Your head sinks down to rest against your palm as your body slumps in your high chair against the counter, mind slipping away to dream. This sighting of him in the same room for so long is a bit of a rare sighting as of late, you have only really seen him in a room for a minute or so this past few months and you can’t blame him due to the nature of the season.
Your teeth move to chew at the corners of your lips as your thoughts turned more anxious, searching every memory for clues to throw on the fire of your fear. It wasn’t just the past month and normal holiday season, it started a few months before Christmas even came around. Your thoughts can’t stop bubbling at the thought that maybe its you. You have never seen him in a room as of late longer than a few minutes, you swear you remember or at the very least that your mind provides vivid memories of him making eye contact with you in the room and making his way out shortly after.
Your fingers fidget together as you get lost in your mind. The only thing saving you from your descent down was the slight bit of vocal echos that bounce their way up to the kitchen and to your pointed ears. Your body shifts on its own raising forward at an angle towards the door as if that will help you hear any better. You can’t make out the words but you hear Curtis’s tone playfully mocking Bernard. Your eyes follow them as they make their way to the benches located just under the balcony nearest to the kitchen.
You glance quickly at the timer, it’s a bit older and gets stuck on the track right before going off some of the time. You’ve been meaning to replace it but honestly it got pushed back in favor of you trying to seek out Bernard whenever you could to offer your help and service during those blissfully boring moments of waiting for things to finish baking. Your curiosity quickly outweighs your concern and your body moves on its own to tip toe out of the kitchen to hear better, your mind giving you a quick pat on the back for not wearing any bells on your clothes today.
Once out you manage to sneak along the wall to sit back into an alcove that would hopefully protect you from being seen if they move back out to the center of the room. Now you can hear a bit more but just broken words in between mumbles so you make yourself comfortable and wait. Your fingers twirl around the hem of your skirt, a bit of guilt gurgles in you from sneaking but you miss the sound of his voice. Even hearing the echoes of his tone calms your heart and eases your anxiety. You catch some laughs coming from Curtis as he seems to tease Bernard again and your ears prick up as you hear them getting louder. Then you hear Curtis making loud chicken noises.
“Would you stop being a big fat chicken?” Curtis chortles before continuing his bawks.
“Knock it off Curtis!” This is the first time you can clearly make out Bernards words as he yells out exasperatedly and you itch closer to the balcony’s edge to hear better. “I don’t get scared, I just want everything to be perfect, as I expect with everything else around here. Now get back to work.”
Their voices hush back down to murmurs as they change the subject. Your stomach churns at the word perfect, something you strived for constantly especially with helping him knowing how much he values good work. You can’t figure out the exact context for their conversation but knowing he is looking for perfection makes you slightly giddy, hoping he will be pleased with your new baking creation you’ve created just for him. You hover to make sure you can’t hear anymore of their conversation before pulling away to go check on the oven. As your body tip toes back into the kitchen to not alert your foot steps to the elves just below you it all quickly gets abandoned as you smell the harsh scent of smoke pouring from the oven.
“No, no, no, no, no, no!” You scream out unconsciously as you ran over.
You’re ungraceful as you snatch the safety fire extinguisher from the wall and slam open the heavy oven door to spray down the flames with white fluff before they can burst out towards you. As the white foam pops from the remaining heat it sinks and pools enough that you can clearly see that the lava cakes you were making overcooked, the cake sponge hardened until cracking open, letting the sticky liquid filling bubble out and over the tray side to burn on the bottom of the oven. Your heart races as you turn to glare at the timer, seeing it’s once again stuck on the second to last tick unable to notify you before you ended up burning the whole place down. In the background you make out two bodies rapidly moving up the staircase towards you and you panic.
You hopelessly and awkwardly try positioning your body to cover the sight of the oven from their eyes. Bernard skips into the room first with his long strides he takes when he is serious, Curtis rushing behind him with little steps that desperately try to keep up. Your heart beat quickens as you watch Bernard come closer to your side, his eyes trained on the oven as he deduces for himself what occurred, while his hand absentmindedly reaches out to graze past your arm to keep you back.
“What happened, are you alright?” He shifts to face you and dips his head down to look you in the eyes. You’re a bit too star struck watching his eyes, and seeing from your peripheral that his hands hover above your arms but not quite touching the skin.
“Mmhm just a small accident.” You cough as you hear how hard the words felt to choke out and turn away from his gaze to motion towards the timer. “Timer is broken I just forgot to replace it and I got a bit distracted. I’m sorry, I’ll clean this up.”
“No need to apologize, just an accident.” He shakes his head smiles at you warmly, letting his hands now rest against your wrists. “I’ll take care of the timer for you, I’ll go get it fixed up after I finish the rest of my tasks for the day.”
“Hey! When I make a mistake I have to do reindeer walking duty for a month, and she almost burned this whole place down.” Curtis muffles out in between small bites of truffles he snuck from the dessert tray on the counter.
“Curtis you don’t even do the jobs you’re supposed to, let alone pick up a bunch of tasks to help me out like Y/N does. She follows orders perfectly.” Bernard clicks out while letting his hands fall from your skin so he can turn to inspect the damage while you stand back shifting in delight from the praise.
“That’s not true and you know it! In the past six months alone I have swept up all the tinsel in the workshop, I shoveled the steps, I cleaned the entire stables top to bottom, gave Dasher the bath he desperately needed, and even drug up half of the stupid library books up to your office!” Curtis continues through mouthfuls of chocolate.
You try to make out their interaction as Bernard snaps his head back briefly to glare at Curtis, quickly shutting him up. He goes back to looking over the oven, bending down to make sure the flames didn’t do any damage. You squirm a bit in your spot as he scrutinized your mistake but snapped back to the present as he spoke to you again.
“I didn’t know you were back in here today Y/N.” He hums while leaning his head around to check different angles.
“Oh yea, you know me. I like having the kitchen to myself and I don’t feel content unless I am getting stuff done.” You see his hand reach for the cleaning rag you keep tied to the door handle, presumably to start wiping it up and you wave your hands hurriedly. “Don’t worry about cleaning, I’ll take care of it while the new batch bakes in another oven.”
This seems to satisfy him as he stands up and glances to Curtis with a smile. “See Curtis, that is why she is my favorite.”
Curtis just rolls his eyes in response while Bernard moves to grab the timer to examine it next. You’re a bit amused at how gentle he is with it seeing as every muscle in your body just wants to smash the timer to bits with how much trouble it has caused you.
“This should be an easy fix.” Bernard slides the timer over to Curtis to hold in his hand not occupied by sweets and turns to you. “Well I’ll still be here for a bit doing chores but then I will work on it once I get back to my office. If you’re still here later you can drop by to pick it up.”
“Of course, and I’ll also bring by the new treat I came up with as long as it doesn’t burn again. I think you’ll like it, I had you in mind when I came up with it.” You’re eyes freeze for a moment as you realized you just babbled and hoped he didn’t understand the deeper need behind your words.
Flicking your gaze up you see a smile close to the one you see on his face when he praises you for a good job but it looks to be mixed with another emotion, maybe smugness. It’s too hard to tell and you fail to get a good look in the second before he looks away to gesture Curtis back towards the workroom.
“Sounds great, I am looking forward to seeing what your brilliant mind comes up with next. Now it looks like the oven is ok, but are you sure you’ll be alright to clean it up by yourself?” He gestures over to the pile of goo in the oven.
“Absolutely, not a problem at all! I don’t want to add anything else to your busy plate and besides I will have plenty of time while I remake this batch. I’ll bring it to you right out of the oven tonight when you’re not busy anymore so you can have it when it’s warm and perfect.”
“That’s why you’re the best, I know I can always rely on you.”
You happily take in all the details of the moment, committing everything to memory to store away with every other accomplishment you have made for him. As your eyes travel away from his eyes you catch a few flecks of something light hiding in his curls. Now you can see more clearly there is a bunch of different wood shavings clinging on to his hair that you try pointing him towards the biggest piece you can see.
“Oh Bernard, I think you have something in your hair.” His eyes scrunch in confusion as he threads his fingers through some strands and pulls out the bits of wood. “Just a bit more, here let me help.”
You move to thread your fingers through his hair to pull them out but he awkwardly laughs and pulls back. “That’s alright, probably just a bit of wood chips from the workshop.” He starts backing away more to leave and lets out a small oof as he backs straight into the edge of the counter.
“Ooh, are you ok?” You wince watching him grab his side, and your chest stings as you watch him pull away.
“Yep I’m good, I’ll see you later.” He pushes out before biting on his lip and turning.
You offer him a small smile with flushing cheeks as you watch him start backing out of the room with a wave that you return to him. He meets Curtis at the door and you watch them curiously when you see the younger elf elbows his senior before getting snatched by the back of his collar and pulled down the stairs. The breath you held exhaled once you lost vision of them, and you dumbly looked at the mess while organizing your thoughts and emotions. The strong bitter sting of failure crawls through you sickly first, mixed with the happiness and confusion of having him near you longer than the last few months combined.
Once your perfectionist feelings of failure leak out slowly your left with longing that consumes you. It wasn’t until you had another taste of the close friendship you once had that your heart starts to deeply ache to have again. Your lungs draw in a big breath to stabilize the tide before you moved forward to clean up. It may be a silly thought but you drive yourself forward with the hope that you can complete this next batch and worm your way back into his life.
Time passes while you clean silently, consumed by your thoughts, and the light shifts to an orange glow as the sunset starts to beam in through the windows. By the time you make it to starting the new batch the loss and ache now gives way to frustration, a need to fix this. You’re a bit aggressive when throwing in the new ingredients, despite you trying to growl out in your head of all the love your going to pour into these lava cakes. You have to whip your head to the side to avoid being suffocated by the plume of flour that puffs out of the bowl when you throw it in and your clothes are quickly becoming collateral damage to the spray of ingredients as you viciously mix.
You freeze your hand from stirring when you hear light foot falls head in your direction. Your chest rises with hope that Bernard is checking in on you but instead you see a tired looking Curtis turn around the corner. You try to mask your disappointment with a roll of your eyes.
“Coming to rob me some more of the treats I worked hard to bake?” You flick your eyes to him before going back to your rough mixing.
“I deserve these, I was being bossed around all day. You try dealing with him and see how you like it.” He huffs out while grabbing a seat across from you at the counter and happily biting into the truffles with an exaggerated moan. “What the heck do you put into these things that make them taste so good”
“Just a spoonful of love.” You growl out your signature line as you finish up your beating of the mixture.
“Seems like a violent love.” He mutters back under his breath.
“Alright, alright! Take your truffles and get out my kitchen so I can concentrate.” You shoo him off, even giving him the tray to take with him when he hesitates to leave.
You were friends with Curtis and enjoy his company but it’s hard not being a bit jealous of him getting to spend all day with Bernard when he so openly complains about something you would so happily trade him for. The ache and bitterness consumed you as your mind snowballed harder into your pain. You haven’t even stepped a single foot inside his office for months, the once upon a time open door invitation was now firmly locked every time you have tried to visit. You used to have a small ritual of making a tray of food for him, knowing he forgot to eat with how busy he was, and brought it to his office to set on his desk for him and offering your assistance if he was there. After it started being locked you tried leaving a few trays outside his door but with no guarantee he was even in there you had to stop to not waste food.
It’s just now starting to sink in truly just how high of stakes this cooking assignment was for you. You wanted nothing more than to prove yourself to him, make yourself useful, and earn his praise. For too long you have been robbed of that opportunity that your mind was going crazy without purpose but he had to sign off on new recipes you implemented. This was a chance to get answers on why he has been avoiding you and hopefully earn his praise you’ve sorely missed.
Once the new tray goes in you glance down at the state of your clothes, splattered with flour and wet chocolate dots that didn’t easily wipe away. Just as you were about to walk away to quickly change or at the least clean up in the bathroom you remembered your lack of timer. Instead you let out a sigh of defeat, letting go of the notion that you would be able to sneak away to clean up so you can watch the lava cakes instead. You’re cursing yourself in your head for not picking something less finicky that could be babysat less so you could clean up. You also stupidly promised Bernard fresh out of the oven lava cakes and with the chill of the North Pole you would be surprised how quickly it could cool down just on the way to his office. Not everything could be perfect though as you have bitterly come to realize throughout your centuries and so you would have to just deal with a disheveled appearance.
The sun fully set over the snowy hills in the distance of the village by the time the tray was ready to take out. You were growing more anxious the darker it got that he would have already left for the night that you had to stop yourself several times from removing the tray too early. As quick as you could without dropping or making a mess you plated up the small lava cake, sprinkled some powder sugar, and cleaned the rim of the plate to finish it off. With a small pat along your clothes to brush off any flour you could you picked up the plate and headed off to his office.
Your fingers gripped the plate to make sure you didn’t accidentally drop it now that you’re so close to delivering it. Once at his door you take in a shaking breath, just being outside filling you with unfamiliar nerves for a place you felt so at home in. With a trembling hand you reach up to knock on the door and wait with baited breath to hear if anyone would answer. You calm slightly as you make out some sweeping sounds and a clatter of things being shuffled quickly once your knock rang out before footsteps hurried their way over.
The door quickly swishes open, wafting a curl of the warm air from inside and you couldn’t keep yourself from inhaling the familiar cinnamon wood scent that surrounds him. Your eyes flick over to see the room behind Bernard that you haven’t laid eyes on in forever taking in the disheveled state of the room. You look back at him and go breathless as you take in his own disheveled form in informal clothing.
“Hi sorry, I know it’s late but I finally finished it.” You stutter out once you shake through the nerves.
“I’m glad you’re here,” He steps to the side to let you in. “Come on in, don’t mind the mess, I haven’t had much time to clean up.”
As your feet pad across the floor you can feel the soft grain of sawdust add traction to your steps. Peering around curiously you see a thin layer of dust on most of the surfaces of the room, along with clumps of thicker wood shavings scattered around the edges of the furniture. You’ll have to remember for later to sweep up in here for him if you get the chance. You try following back into your normal routine of sitting down in the plush chair in front of his desk, pushing through the awkwardness that suffocates you as you fixate on positioning the plate on his spot just right while he comes around to sit across from you.
“Alright moment of truth.” You spin the spoon around for him to grab onto. “Bernard I present to you the creamy hot cocoa lava cake complete with little marshmallows inside, I hope you like it.”
He gives you an excited glance before happily digging in to the cake. You watch with anticipation as he breaks through the cake layer and exhale in relief when you see a nice slow flow of creamy chocolate dotted with tiny marshmallows starts oozing out. He hums in appreciation at the visual and lifts his spoon for his first bite and you can’t help but feel yourself dipped into the familiarity of the scene. With the first moan of appreciation your face lights up and your skin prickles with bumps at the sudden warmth spreading through you in pride.
“Absolutely perfect.” He hums out before going back for bigger spoonfuls. “I don’t know how you manage to blow me away every time.”
Your heart is banging to beat of your chest with pride and you’re overtaken with just how much you missed the sharp burning of your cheeks that threatened to sting your eyes.
“It’s nothing more than a spoonful of love, you know that.” You happily chirp out your signature phrase he’s heard time and time again.
You watch him closely as he stares down at the lava cake with a soft smile that twitches when you spoke those familiar words. With only a few bites left he finishes it off and takes the small napkin you provided to wipe any remaining chocolate that lined his lips.
“This might be my favorite one yet, I can’t wait to see what the big man thinks about it when he gets back from vacation.”
“Yea if he decides to come back to this mad house.” You joke softly, trying to ignore the crawl of awkwardness creeping back in when you realize you don’t know how to move forward now. “Sorry again about earlier it was a silly mistake.”
“It’s alright just a small accident and this more than makes up for it.” He says softly with a wave of his hand before leaning down to grab something. “And I have small something in return for you to thank you.”
“Oh, right, the timer I completely forgot.” Your jaw clenched slightly as you feared this meant the end to your night with him.
“Oh,” He raises slowly and looks lost in thought like he forgot something. “No.”
“No?”
“I mean yes but no, um.” He reaches back into a drawer and slowly pulls out the timer to place in front of you. “I actually got you another gift, it was actually supposed to be done by Christmas but I had to restart, a few times actually.”
You watch him closely as he fidgets with the object located in his lap slightly before raising it up so you can see the medium rectangle package neatly wrapped in beautiful paper. “Anyways, I wanted to get you this to show you how much I appreciate everything you do around here, and not just for the job but for me also personally.”
He laughs a bit nervously and starts handing over the gift gently to your hands. “I can rely on you more than anyone, and this is a little something to show you how much I care.”
You play with the ribbons tied around the box slightly as you see him move to sit in the chair beside your own, and angle it towards you as he watches for your reaction now. You untie the ribbon and start lightly pulling at the paper to tear it off the box, jumping slightly when you feel his hand brush past your own as he goes to take the ball of paper from you once you slide the box out. The air feels heavy as you grasp the box and go to remove the lid while feeling the stare of his eyes focused on your face.
The first item in the box was a small envelope with Bernard very own wax seal stamp in beautiful red wax and detailed with gold gilding along the raised edges of the intricate B. You wanted this moment to drag on forever as you took in every detail he put into this present with just the card. Before you could start to swipe your nail under the crease to open it he reached over and grabbed the card out of your hand.
“You should save this for last.” He whispered out, gaze still trained carefully on you and you fully take in his tense pose leaned forward with elbows resting on his knees to wring his hands together.
“Then it shouldn’t have been on top.” You roll your eyes but follow his direction and continue unwrapping the present.
You moved the layer of tissue paper that the card laid on top of and froze once you unsealed the object underneath. Cradled in a blanket of velvet was an intricate carved wooden spoon. The spoon itself was a heart shape, above that was a hilt of mistletoe that curled up on the left and right to mirror itself. The very top of the spoon was a big bow with tendrils that twirled down on both sides to meet down at the hilt and cradled between the tendrils as the true handle of the spoon was a large Christmas tree.
As softly as you could with shaking hands you pick it up with your finger tips cradling the back as you run your thumbs over the smooth grooves and indentations of details carved into its design. Looking closer at the Christmas tree you see little bobbles of ornaments carved in the shape of hearts. Your heart clenches as you take it all in and you flex your fingers to get a better grip on the precious gift alerting you to the line like grooves you can feel on the back. Flipping it over the stinging tears building up along your eyeline flows over your cheeks as you read the beautiful cursive words sprawled across the back of the tree ‘a spoonful of love’.
Your eyes burn as you squint to blink away the tears and look over to him confused but filled with hopeless adoration. He doesn’t give your look an answer, instead he tensely moves to hand the letter back over to you once you gently place the spoon back into the box. Your less gentle now that you’re seeking answers as you break open the seal and pull out the handwritten card.
Lovespoon: A Welsh lovespoon is a wooden spoon decoratively carved that was traditionally presented as a gift of romantic intent.
I figured you needed a spoon as beautiful as you to add all the love you include in your baking.
-With all my love, Bernard
Your fingers clenched the card tightly as you read and reread the words over and over. When you finally managed to tear your eyes away you looked over at Bernard with blurry vision. Every word in the history of language was lost on you as you stared back at his gaze and your mouth gaped open in longing to say something in response. You watched as all the energy inside building inside him pushed out through shaking clenched hands as the rest of his body sat tense and he spoke out to break the silence.
“I wanted to find the perfect gift and had Curtis bring me every volume of the history of gifts around the world from the archive library. There was about 53 volumes in total, I um, got to this one but still read through the them all. This was the only one I thought fit you perfectly.” His voice babbled out more nervously than you have ever heard him before in a deep voice laced with a gruff edge.
Your gaze tore away from the heat of his as you once again locked eyes with some wood shavings across his desk. All the pieces of the puzzle locked in as a happy sob bubbled out of your throat.
“I thought you were ignoring me.” Your eyes dart back and forth as the anxiety fled completely from your body.
“No, Yes, I was but not for that reason.” His hand hesitantly reaches out to lace with your own and you tighten your hold on him once he makes contact. “Curtis was always with me and I didn’t want his loud mouth spoiling the surprise.”
He cautiously watches you for another moment and nervously whispers out, “Do you like it?”
You suck your bottom lip in a happy pout as more tears bubble out and you nod, leaning your body over to be closer to his.
“I will make you as many pastries and treats that you could ever want.” Your mind is already flooding with all the ways you want to show your devotion and affection to him, most likely starting with cleaning his office for him.
“No, no.” He shifts to cradle your cheek to move your gaze back to his adoring eyes as the air in the room shifts and warms you. “I think it’s well pass the time for you to be rewarded for all the hard work you do.”
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Demure chaste virginly self0restrained nunlike innocent pure(e) unwed unmarried maidenly uncorrupted sinless really-nunlike virtuous wholesome upright (piano) squeaky-clean continent, vestal immaculate unpromiscuous nonimmoral red rose. Currently having been trimmed, placed in the recycling bin. But it was nunlike.
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hello, can i request a joe and reader fic where they live together and they're used to walking around basically almost naked and one time his friends are over but she doesn't know and walks into the room? thank you and hope you have nice day ❤️
in which Joe's friends are better human beings than he is, ENJOY
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Flashed
The door slammed shut behind him, and from your spot on the sofa you knew exactly what was happening by the door. You heard shoes being toed off and kicked to the side, followed by Joe stretching, his neck cracking as he did so, sighing deeply before unbuckling his belt. You could hear it, followed by the zip of his jeans that a second later fell to the floor. Fumbly feet stepped out of them, and rustling arms slipped out of his T-shirt. That’s when he stepped into the living room in just his boxer-briefs and a pair of socks.
You would’ve said something about Joe discarding his clothes where he’d been standing, maybe told him to at least leave it near the laundry bin, but you weren’t one to talk. When Joe had walked in, he’d been greeted by your full outfit in a messy pile where you’d done exactly what Joe had just done, but only about 45 minutes earlier.
Joe found you on the sofa, a bare calf sticking out from underneath the throw-blanket that hung loosely over your frame, your naked shoulders peeping out above. You were snuggled into the corner cushions, legs outstretched onto the seats, scrolling through social media on your phone. No restraints from tight fitting jeans, waistbands digging into your abdomen or bra straps leaving their marks on your shoulders. Cosy and comfy, just as you liked it.
Upon the sight of him, you moved the blanket to open it for Joe to join you, and he didn’t waste a second to plant himself on top of you before you swung the blanket back over the two of you, snuggling and nuzzling into each other.
It wasn’t even sexual, or inherently erotic – it was just warm skin-to-skin comfort as you rewound from the day. Even if Joe’s palm would find its way to casually cup a boob, it would feel as if you were just holding onto it yourself. It brought the level of relaxation and comfort of, say, a fat glass of wine. With Joe’s face pressed up against your chest, your right hand scrolling your phone and your left hand spread widely over his scalp, fingers tied into his hair, his heavy weight on top of you… it was just nice. Joe could fall asleep without question, all sunken into your warmth and all deep heavy breaths. The touches you left over his scalp, softly swirling and scratching at the skin left him virtually drooling. Just absolute putty in your hands.
It had become the way that you relaxed in your home. How you slept in your home. How you cleaned, did your chores, watched movies, checked e-mails – it was just how you were now. Practically naked for most of the day, especially if you didn’t have to step out at all. Your fifteen-year-old self would shudder at the thought of it.
It’s what ultimately lead to the most horrifying situation you’d found yourself in that evening. You’d been out for a company dinner, heels too high, dress too strappy. The second you stepped inside, you had started shedding layers. You’d heard noise coming from the living room that had its door to it closed – unusual, you thought, but nothing too alarming. You had assumed Joe’d been watching a film and had the volume turned up too loud. He hadn’t mentioned having people over, so there was no reason for you to think Joe had four of his childhood best friends over for drinks, of which they already had consumed more than a fair share between them.
“Babe, can you tur-”
Frozen at the sight of them. Absolute deer in headlights. Breath knocked the fuck out of you. Your body temperature suddenly dropped by a couple degrees, skyrocketing the heat up your neck to flush your face red. Instantly covered in a thin sheen of cold sweat.
You were mortified.
It was a curious way to learn that you fight or flight response was freeze. Bit unfortunate that it involved four sets of eyes that got far too long of a look at you before Joe even realized you were there. He’d had a beer bottle raised, pressed up to his mouth when the conversation around him died and everyone was staring over his shoulders at something behind him. When he turned to see what had caught their attention, and what had made one of his friends slap his hand over his eyes, he choked on his mouthful of beer and sputtered into coughs as he raised to his feet to cover your body with his own.
“Shit,” was all you managed to mutter when you made eye contact with Joe who had puffed out his chest as to make sure that at least your tits were obstructed from view as he ushered you back into the hallway, using his foot to close the door behind him.
Joe stared at you with big bulging eyes. Welp, time to panic.
“Do you think they saw?” Joe asked you, a question entirely too oblivious for what he’d just witnessed with his own eyes. It gave a clear indication of how much drink was in Joe’s system. Too much of it to save this situation, you thought. And it didn’t help that the guys on the other side of the door had heard Joe’s question for you.
“W-we saw nothing!”
“Absolutely none of your- it. We saw none of it!”
“You’re totally fine!”
“I covered my eyes the second you flashed your tits!”
A loud thud was heard on the other side of the door.
“Oof, what?!”
“Some respect, man.”
“Mate, I covered my eyes, didn’t I?!”
You sighed, a little relieved at the fact that they all seemed at least a little intoxicated. Annoyed that they didn’t seem drunk enough to forget the whole ordeal, but definitely not sober enough to fully remember every nook and cranny of what they’d seen of you.
Still awkward, but not as bad as you thought 20 seconds ago.
“Thanks, lads,” you spoke loudly, your voice flat, before pointing an angry finger at Joe, who was now sheepishly staring at your figure. “You fucking need to let me know next time you randomly have your friends ‘round,” you hissed as you slapped him against the chest.
“You’re so hot,” he didn’t acknowledge what you’d said at all.
“I’m going for a shower, and I’ll head straight to bed. You keep it down in there,” you spoke through your teeth and tried to wag your finger aggressively enough in hopes it would work your words into Joe’s mind. His hand had found its way to the door-handle of the living room door, and he was about to open it without truly knowing what he’d find on the other side. You quickly snuck into the bathroom, preventing any other prying eyes falling on the exposed flesh of you.
“Is she not the hottest?” Joe called out as he stepped back into the living room, and it would’ve made you groan had he not been met with noises of disapproval from his mates.
“She is!” Joe answered his own question defensively before closing the door behind him, and you listened to hear if there’d be more chat about you, but the conversation swiftly went back to whatever it had been before you’d walked in and you knew there was nothing to worry about with them. Thank fucking God.
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Fort
Gift story thing for @raventroll80 [this... turned out a loot longer then I meant it to.... But that's what I e been doing lately]
Fort:
Heather woke up more than a little confused, it smelled and felt like her bed but it was a lot cooler than she was used to. If not almost cold, and that was weird but sometimes happened. The girl tried to sort out where she was, managing to remember the bigger than big person. Being carried by him outside and the glowing… portal.
Like what some of the monsters came out of, but a different color and felt cooler then the hot-ness that the monster portals. Those looked like the embers of those cooking fires in the sanctuary harbors.
…had he found her mom?
Heather flopped back in her bed, trying to get under the blankets again. Thinking of what she saw while being carried before a massive hand had lifted and held her to the Mountain’s armored chest. Almost wrapping around her upper body. Stopping her from getting more than a glimpse of wet, sticky stuff the monsters liked to pile up. The girl remembered just getting a few seconds of looking up at the rusty red ‘sky’ and the dark orange in the clouds above. It was not much, but everything had seemed hazy around them like fog trying to roll in as he walked. It had been hard to breath before being uncomfortable with the portal.
She rolled over under her blanket and onto something cold and hard. Feeling around and then found a silver and blue tablet-like pad, relieved to find it. A little puzzled at the message on it before the rest of her memories kicked in. The girl tried to stay in bed as long as she could, talking by carefully typing under the blanket to the other person… Vega. He was nice, and like the city AI before she stopped responding to everything.
Heather wondered what the stars looked like at this place. She had not seen them for a long time even before the basement-bunker. Vega said, on the tablet, that there were a lot of stars. He also got the girl to sit up as she really woke up and look for her slippers on the bed.
Little pink and yellow knitted slippers were found, and armed with not just the tablet, but a defensive easter bunny. Heather padded out of the semi-empty room she was in. Blinking at the light but following the instructions to find a bathroom she could use.
After a good five or ten minutes later, Heather felt much better! She even remembered and figured out how to wash her hands on her own!
Now the drawback of the situation, the child was wide awake and in a new place.
It was big and anything but plain. The walls had all sorts of carvings in and on them. Even some areas looked like there should be a window in the wall, but it was only smooth polished shiny stone. Heather could not even reach the bottom edge.
Did the Mountain make these? He should have painted the window!
Heather had made a lot of pictures of windows with her mom at the bunker. Maybe the Mountain could do that too!
…where was the Mountain?
The girl looked around for the first time, puzzled, and then she walked back to where her bed had been placed. Being much more awake she was taking in the massive halls around her. The room that her bed and several things from the bunker was in, also had other boxes and bins. Heather poked at those that were not sealed, finding some blankets, and she asked Vega on the tablet to have a colorful green one with sunflowers on it.
With permission she pulled it to the bed.
Heather sat up on the bed as a thought popped up. She carefully typed out the question after another good look around. ‘Am I in the closet?’
The mountain was so big, everything was really big except the one space of the bathroom. There was a two second pause before Vega responded by text.
‘No Heather, you’re not in a closet. It was an empty store room.’ The city-like AI tried to explain, ‘The other things are what the Slayer found in the neighborhood you were in.’
‘Closet!’ Heather giggled, thinking of the big walk in closet her and her mother had slept in for several weeks before finding the basement bunker. She kicked her slipper covered feet in the air on the side of the bed, looking around and thought for the Mountain it was more like that size to him. The girl tried to explain it, and Vega seemed to like her thought.
The girl got up and felt brave enough to leave her easter bunny on the bed, having spotted the familiar table with some more boxes. One was open and still had the pictures she drew by herself or what Heather and her mother did together. Very careful, because she knew paper was special now, she looked for her favorite picture.
It was one of those that her mother hand drew a window frame and let Heather make something inside. There was another one that Heather picked up and set on her bed, staring and touching both. The favorite picture they made together, and
Heather’s favorite window picture her mom had drawn of them and the dad she could not really remember well. It was just their backs, but heather was supposed to be, between her parents. She could tell by the color of their hair.
Careful not to crinkle the picture, Heather hugged it, being so careful. Then set it down and picked up the other picture. She was really, really proud of it, and it was the first picture that took her days to finish.
This was a better picture to give, Heather wanted to keep the one her mom made. Excited, she ran to the door. Stopped just outside to stare at the massively tall and wide hallway. Her nerve gave out and Heather ran back to the bed to set the picture down and grab her easter bunny to hug for comfort. After finger spelling several words like counting to calm down she reached for the tablet.
‘Can I give thing to-’ Heather paused, realizing she did not know how to spell mountain. She thought, and then tried to spell it several times.
‘Mountain?’ Vega supplied, with a picture of a mountain.
Heather brightened up and nodded. Paused and then tried to finger spell the letters in her way to start to remember. After that she made the sign for Mountain.
‘Do you mean the Slayer is the Mountain?’ Vega’s question popped up on the screen.
‘Moundtan,’ Heather paused, finger spelled the word Vega wrote, and after a second tried again. Half copping what was written already, ‘Mountain played with the monsters, and came into the bunker? What does s l a y e r mean?’
‘Slayer is the name of the mountain that saved you.’
Heather tilted her head, that was an odd name. Mountain seemed to fit, and she knew that sign. She wondered if he had made his name as a sign, he seemed to have been just learning it sometimes. ‘Can I give a gift to him? please?’
‘You can give the Slayer a gift.’ Vega responded through the text, ‘I am sure he will love one. Is it one of the drawings?’
The girl nodded excitedly, then paused, not sure where Vega could or did see her in the room. ‘Yesyes! I made it in the hiding spot before the bacemint!‘
‘Basement,’ Vega corrected, Heather trying to spell the letters out again. Not knowing that Vega was continually evaluating the girl and already had a lesson plan for her to get back on track for learning. ‘If you go outside, follow me through the purple lights. I will lead you to the Greenhouse area. You must go slow on the stairs, okay Heather?’
‘Purple light, slow on stairs.’ Heather repeated, holding the tablet and paper before pausing. Staring at her easier bunny, really wanting to take it too. She looked around and poked at the open boxes before finding her bag. Emptying it on the bed carefully, and repacking it, making sure she had all the things that were supposed to stay inside her backpack that her mom said. Hesitated and only put two cans of soup back in instead of the five like normal, as well as the packet of wishes and treasures her and her mom found. The other three were carefully hidden under her bed, not aware that the Slayer could and had just lifted it up to move it.
The paper was put in the backpack, then taken out and the pad put instead with the easter bunny. Feeling a lot braver now, Heather dared to go back in the hall, looking all around before seeing lights on the ground and on one side of the hall changing color and moving away. She padded after with her bright slippers, she was already following the moving lights through several halls before realizing she had not changed her clothes.
Heather remembered the Mountain sniffed her all at once. She stopped and looked down at the loose, slightly too big tan shirt she had on. Setting the picture down Heather grabbed the front and lifted it to sniff herself. Should she have a bath? Was that why he had sniffed her?
The girl had no idea where a bath would be, almost taking her backpack off to ask through the tablet. But she hesitated, thinking hard enough it was visible she picked up the picture off the ground and looked around.
The hall was so big.
So were several rooms that were open, and though Heather dared to peek she did not enter them. Following the moving purple light to a large, long set of stairs that curved with a room. They looked around, hesitating on going down the steps that were at least a few feet each. Was this what Vega meant?
Then Heather spotted the oddness of the far left side of the stairs, walking over and found that it had a smaller set of stairs built into the side of the larger ones. The girl sat down on the top stair, seeing the purple light moving on the edging of the stairs. Even the light was going downwards slowly, so she scooted down one step at a time, doing as she was asked: going slow down the stairs.
Sitting on the last step to rest, watching the lights going down a hall in this new level. Heather looked up and all around, fascinated at the place that was so different from what she was used to. Yet she was not scared, a little nervous but the lights were still there moving slower and kept returning. She got up again and went back to following the lights to one of the many big closed doors.
Heather hesitated as the colored lights all vanished, but the door opened. The girl gasped as warm air rolled out. It smelled right here as Heather walked slowly into the area. The light felt warm and not painful like on the surface. Something like her earliest memories, only…better. The smell of living plants, not the bitter sweet of ‘outside’ or too salty of the survivor camps and docks.
There were so many different shades of green in the stacked growing beds. More than Heather had ever imagined on her own. She thought the pictures in the books her mother brought her were fake sometimes. The girl walked into the room as if in a trance, holding her picture with one hand and reached to a massive leaf that seemed bigger than her head. Heather was very careful to just lightly touch the big leaf, and startled at feeling it being so… firm. Having only really felt weeds that clung, or grasses that survived.
Heather was so lost in the wonder and amazement that she did not notice the glowing eyes watching her until heather backed up too far to look up. She squeaked and dropped, being top heavy with her backpack, the girl holding her picture up to protect it.
There was a deep rumble that Heather sort of recognized before it seemed like the world was moving around her. She held her picture up higher to try and protect it and squeaked as a shadow blocked out the bright grow lights. There was that low rumble again that Heather felt, and then a massive hand wrapped around the girl. Lifting and pulling her closer to the vibration, as the world kept moving without her input.
Then she saw the glowing eyes, twisting a bit before starting to realize that the Mountain was here. He was setting her down and finishing rolling onto his side instead of laying on his back. No armor like before, but the mossy-egg color of the long sleeve…shirt? Outfit? It was like a long sleeve but seemed weirdly loose on the giant. Heather was not aware it was to give him range of movement. But she reached out with her left hand to pat the big hand as it started to draw back, there was a pause and the hand carefully patted her legs.
Heather jumped with a squeak as she remembered her picture, and the giant grunted around her. Startling as well, and that made Heather tense up as she was startled by him, being startled… by her…
The girl stared up with wide brown eyes up at the Mountain, the two both were rather confused about what just happened. He hands both hands hovering around the tiny human.
“...?” Heather blinked slowly, looked down and turned her picture around. Holding up the picture for the Mountain to see. The window frame her mother drew, and the park that Heather had tried to draw based on pictures she had seen in books. The trees were a mix of different kinds and in the foreground was something she had seen. A big kangaroo male that had kicked a monster and made it go flying. “Ah…I…”
Heather had to pause, think about her lessons with her mother of how to say certain things. She liked sign more, but Vega said that the Mountain could hear, and was just learning sign. “Tthha…th-ank yu?”
The girl set the picture between the big hand and herself, not sure if she spoke aloud correctly. And signed a bit slower, just in case the Mountain…Slayer needed it to keep up. Thank you. Nice Mountain, gift for you! Window for the no windows? I made it!
She was watching the giant Mountain as he was slowly starting to relax, bracing a hand near her before reaching over to pull the big paper closer to him. He looked puzzled, and then softened a bit in his strange but familiar face. Slowly moving from laying on his side to sitting up, Heather beside his left knee as he picked the paper up. It looked like a big sticky note between his fingers as he studied it.
The big rumble was back, low and vibrating through the ground almost. And when Heather turned to sit up and put her hands on his knee she felt it some more. Thank you. Pretty.
Heather brightened up at the slow sign back, wiggling happily. Then asked the current burning question, grasping the gray fabric of his loose pants to tug for attention. Letting go to ask. Is green real mountain? Are the green all real? Green plants!
Plants are real. The Mountain blinked down at her, tilted his head and looked confused, then looked up as if he had to double check. Want to see?
Heather gasped, nodding and bounced in place. Squeaking aloud as the giant Mountain moved, picking her up with his free hand and Heather hand to brace against his shoulder once moved over to it. She was not let go as the Slayer Mountain was getting up before signing as he stretched once standing up. The girl stilled as she saw… all the green things from where she was being held up so high up. The layered grow beds, the odd little drones hovering around helping to take care of them.
“...greeen…” Heather breathed in clear wonder as the Mountain walked, having never seen so much living green in one place that was not grass. She gripped the fabric of his shirt over the shoulder, trying to pull herself up to look around more. But he was holding her legs to keep the girl from falling.
Then the bigger, deep rumble came out of his chest. Vibrating in a way that was nice and did not seem to stop if he inhaled or exhaled.
Green things is a treasure. Heather signed to herself, as if remembering something being told to her. Before having to grip the fabric again, like the child was trying to ground herself as she tried to look all around at the plants.
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