#THATS OVER ONE SHIMMER A MONTH

[gotta-bail-my-quails]

im about to get so much more annoying in point war

#just wait until shimmer reverb gives me anna #full shimmer team here we goooo #SIX SHIMMERS IN 5 MONTHS #THATS OVER ONE SHIMMER A MONTH #I DONT EVEN HAVE A SHIMMER ON MY OTHER NEAR YEAR OLD ACCOUNT #dislyte #dislyte feng nuxi #HOLY SHIT #SIXTY TO SHIMMER PITY #I BEAT SHIMMER PITY AGAIN HELL YEAH #tbf it was my guaranteed choice so not as amazing as getting toland 1/9 chance #but honestly still impressive

[evie-sturns]

𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 - 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: you and matt had previously dated for a few years until him and his brothers grew famous, where matt became arrogant and self centered. fast foward to to present, a couple years later. you have moved on from matt completly until you run into him at an influencer party, what will unfold when you approach him? will you two rekindle or will the wall stay strong between you two.

contains: angst, arguing, swearing, fluff, making out.

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(2 years ago)

i lay on the couch next to matt, my head resting on his shoulder as the tv rambles. hes invested in his phone, typing every few seconds.

hes been filming videos with his brothers, chris and nick, for the past year or two, and they've just hit 3 million subscribers.

matt clears his throat before moving my head off him, "i gotta talk to you, yeah?"

my eyebrows furrow, i look over at matt who has an unreadable expression on his face. I nod slowly with a hum, "i don't know how to say this, but uh-... nick chris and i have decided to move to l.a with laura."

what?

"what?" i instantly reply, my stomach drops to my knees.

"gotta chase them dreams." he shrugs casually, picking up his phone.

anger starts to bubble inside of me, why the fuck is he being so nonchalant about moving across the whole country? what am i gonna do, just be left here and forgotten about?

"what the hell matt!" i say, raising my voice and slamming the phone out of his hand, he throws his hands up defensively. "are you being fucking serious right now?" i yell, "calm down bro?" he mumbles, picking his phone back up.

i stay silent, waiting for matt to speak, or atleast a solution. he just stays silent, looking around the room. "matt, what am i gonna do." i sigh, trying to contain myself.

"uh.. not sure?" matt leans back on the couch. "like you can come with if you want but i won't really.." he pauses for a few seconds

"have time for you..? i mean we're staying in lauras apartment which doesnt have enough space anyway but you could always sleep on the couch or something."

i scoff, "so this is it?" tears start to roll down my cheeks. "if you can't handle my fame and me moving then thats not my problem." he runs a hand through his hair before standing up.

without another word I'm upstairs and packing my suitcase, I'm leaving.

(Current time)

ever since matt and i's messy breakup ive been moving around alot, i spent the first month or so living with my parents, where i started content creating on various platforms. i would be lying if i said i didn't get popular, over the past 2 years ive gained a few million followers.

a year ago today i moved to l.a, where i've been thriving.

9:38pm

"y/n come on!" i hear yolanda, my roomate, shout from downstairs, today i've been invited to a party for influencers, i think. i run downstairs in my baby pink stiletto heels. yolanda is wearing a long shimmering black dress with a large slit up to the mid thigh. "hottie" i tease as i walk past her.

"shush" she replys with a wide grin, i walk outside to find our uber waiting patiently "yoyo!" i yell back to her as she scrambles around to find her purse.

i climb into the uber, "my bad, my friends coming now."

yolanda comes running outside, swinging open the door to the uber and crawling over me. i laugh slightly at her, she glares at me while applying lip gloss.

"you okay?" i ask her, "just nervous, its weird being a plus one to a party where i know famous people will be." she replies with a breath.

"you'll be okay gorg, i have no idea whos even going so we'll just stay together hm?" i say comfortingly, watching the lively streets of l.a outside the window.

the uber comes to a stop outside a large beachside mansion, i give him a quick thankyou before grabbing yolandas hand and approaching the house. the blaring music is audible from outside the house.

we walk up the stairs together, our heels clicking in sync on the marble steps. the doors to the house are wide open, the first person i see when i come inside makes my heart drop.

christopher sturniolo

my breath hitches in my throat, theres thankfully no sight of matt, i mean hes never really been one for partys. i feel physically sick when me and chris lock eyes, i guess i look different since the last time i saw him, 2 years ago.

I haven't really thought about matt since i moved to l.a, the last person i wouldve expected to see here is his triplet brothers.

i shoot yolanda a look, she looks equally has disturbed as me.

i decide to keep navigating through the various bunches of people, i look back and yolandas gone, flirting with some random instagram male model. i scoff with a smile.

i turn my body back around, an audible gasp escapes my mouth as matt sturniolo stands infront of me,

alone.

he smiles awkwardly with a wave, he looks me up and down while he clutches the cup in his hand so tight his knuckles go white. "you look different." matt says, his voice shaking from nerves

"charming." i roll my eyes.

"no!- no i meant in a good way, i mean in a platonic way, but you look different, sorry-.. how are ya doing.." matt rambles, stammering over every word.

a small smile forms on my face, which instantly drops when i remember the events of what happened the last time i saw him. "i've been doing really good actually." i reply, nodding my head slowly.

"yeah, i saw !thats awesome you got selected for that peoples choice awa-rds..." matt says before stopping himself, i laugh slightly.

has he been stalking me? that got announced an hour ago.

"thanks matt, how have you been?" i ask, he takes a small breath "i've been good, yeah.." matt says, he clearly doesn't think the world revolves around him like how he did 2 years ago.

another silence fills the air between us, but he breaks it. "do you wanna come with me?" matt asks abruptly, my eyebrows furrow "sure?"

he reaches out a hand subtly, i take it.

he guides us through hundreds of people, yolanda eyes me down with her jaw slack, i shrug my shoulders with a smile back at her. the night hair hits my revealed skin as matt lets my hand go slowly.

"should we go sit on the sand?" i ask quietly while we walk side by side on the footpath.

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10:12pm

matt and i have been walking side by the shoreline for a few minutes, catching up on the past 2 years of no contact

"wait so you're at 6 million?" i laugh in shock, he shakes his head with a smile "shut up!!"

"no like, congratulations matt thats really awesome."

he shrugs it off with a playful nudge to my shoulder,

the past 30 minutes or so neither of us have brought up the last time we spoke, our last interaction, the final fight. i think we both don't want to ruin what we have going on right now.

a silence forms as the ripple waves crash onto the shore, my palms are sweating from the warmth from the night. "wanna go sit up there? in the dunes?" matt asks, pointing up the beach. "oh-..oh yeah!" i agree chirpily, snapping out of my somewhat 'trance'

he leads us away from the water up into the sand dunes, the mound of sand and grass behind us acting as privacy. he flops down onto his back, laying down on the sand. I lay down close beside him, our legs touching against eachother.

"i want to talk to you about what happened that night." i blurt out softly, just from the plain moonlight i can see matts cheeks are a deep maroon. he nods "yeah." with a shaky sigh.

"i was an asshole, like proper crazy." he says in a serious tone.

"honest to god i think the fame was making me go insane, i thought i was so much better than.. everyone? i never shouldve told you like that, or moved in general" he rambles, guilt painted in his voice.

"matt, moving was best for you." i cut him off, but he instantly snaps back

"i don't think it was? i miss you so much."

i sit up, the loose sand falling off my back "and i never really moved on, i'm so grateful i found you tonight 'cause the guilt has been eating away at me, and im so sorry, i am so fucking sorry." matt mumbles slightly.

i nod understandably "i think we needed the break, i can see you've changed a lot, for the better."

matt sits up too, sand grains scattered in his brunette locks as his tongue pokes out quickly to wet his lips. his eyes stare into mine before he reaches out a hand to grab my jaw, right under my ear.

"can I kiss you?"

i nod frantically "yeah-of course"

matt leans in, his body shifting on the sand while the calm waves crash onto the shoreline.

his lips meet mine, a distant familiar feeling that i hate to admit but ive really missed, even though ive forced myself not to.

his tongue asks for enterance, which i quickly allow. his tongue slips into my mouth,

i move my hair to one side before hooking one leg over his thigh, moving my body to straddle him while keeping our lips connected.

our kiss turns from gentle, to desperate. craving what we've missed for the past 2 years.

after a well-needed few minutes, we finally pull away from each other to catch our breath. panting fills the air before he pulls me into a tight hug his arms moving over my back as i stay seated on his lap. leaning onto his chest.

"i think we should retry, everything." he matt says into my hair as i rest my chin over his shoulder

"gotta agree with you on that one matthew." i laugh, joy overpowering me.

-

"matt there you fucking are!" a familiar voice yells from a few meters away. i look up, breaking matt and i's hug.

chris and nick are standing side by side with a shocked expression on their face. "holy shit!" nick laughs,

nick used to be one of my closest friends, but after the breakup with matt and i we were forced apart, i think after his brothers caught me ontop of matt it gave them the all clear to interact with me again.

i climb off of matts lap, running across the sand towards nick before leaping into his arms, the long fabric of my dress drowning nick.

"someone please fill me in" chris says cluelessly.

matt walks over to us 3, nick puts me down "uh yeah, we are retrying stuff after a chat, a really good one actually." he says, scratching the back of his head.

"oh my god thank you y/n, matt has not shut up about you for the past 2 years holy fuck." chris says after a dramatic gasp.

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this took so long to write i hope u guys really like it!

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo imagine #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x you #chris x reader #nicolas sturniolo

[tojisun]

so a few months ago, i saw on instagram reel of a dude learning how do his gf's nails so that she doesnt spend lots of money. I cant stop thinking of simon who does bimbo!reader nails.

NAWW THATS SO CUTE :(( he gets so focus and fixated that it confuses bimbo!reader a bit because simon’s being so secretive but she leaves him be because she knows simon’s going to come to her when he’s ready with whatever he’s doing anyway.

he uses the tf141 as practice dummy and they reluctantly let him because, hey, simon has finally got a civilian interest and hobby. of course they’d help cultivate this.

soap gets all the bling (they’re pasted with no symmetry or a singular vibe), gaz is sporting an attempt at french tips but the white polish is smeared all over the place, while price has those pearly-sheen nails.

they’re all so focused that they forgot that they were visiting today to surprise you so when you came home, you get so confused at seeing the mini-manicure sesh that’s going on. but then you see how messy their sets are so you offered to re-do them. “simmy, you too!”

simon blinks. “…you know how to do your nails?”

“yup! i didn’t wanna spend so much money to get them done,” you say, smiling at him. “oh! but when i want specific designs, that’s when i get them done but patty gives me a discount, so…!”

johnny has to smother his wheezing behind his palm because holy fuck. their lieutenant’s attempt to woo you is thwarted–

fuck, this is too funny.

“oh,” simon murmurs. “of course, sweets. that’s great.”

your eyes furrow at his response, cataloguing the way he’s staring at you with a little—no amount of simon denying this later can make it untrue—pout. you run the conversation in your head, noting the dips in his voice, the wrinkles on his forehead.

wait-

oh.

oh!

“baby!” is all what they hear before you’re launching yourself to him. simon easily catches you, of course, and you chuckle when he fixes you on top of his lap so you can rest comfortably.

“thank you,” you coo before tapping the tip of his nose in a boop, akin to the ones you always give mittens. “i can teach you, if you want?”

simon’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, his face breaking into something soft. “i’d love that.”

…his squad doesn’t get to escape faster so there you all are, in your impromptu station, re-doing their nails with ease. they are amazed at how delicate and beautiful you’ve fixed simon’s messy attempts, their new sets shimmering like they’re bought.

(simon only gets a gel manicure of pure black polish with little halo stars.

“hey, no fair that LT’s the only one with practical nails!” johnny whines, waving his hand, therefore also his long nails, around in emphasis.

you stick your tongue out at him. “i’m matching dick grabbers with my man so of course i’d make his different.”

kyle chokes, john’s already standing up to disappear into the kitchen, and simon sighs. all the while, johnny freezes, head tilting.

“dick what–”

im sorry for how late this is :(( hope the lil blurb is oki for u <33 it made me laugh sooo much bc its so cute ughhh i love them

#anon #bimbo!reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ask #suns

[undercoverpena]

epilogue. she might just be my everything and beyond

javier peña x f!reader | epilogue of late night texts

summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.

chapter warnings: here's the epilogue. two idiots pining for one another. fluff. flirting. continuous romcom vibes. falling in love. idiots in love. mention of olivia (steve's and connie's child) ✨ wordcount: 2.7k.

an: at the end.

text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

you keep flirting with me and ill drive myself over

Oh will you now?

use my key and everything

You have had very little reason to use it lately.

thats cause youre so desperate youre already at the door

Desperate or welcoming?

both

I can be less desperate next time, if you prefer.

dont you fucking dare baby

So when you coming over?

already putting my shoes on

It flies by, time.

One minute, he’s clutching your hands until your fingers slide from his. A promise in the air, one he knows you’ll keep because it's all temporary. Knowing that you’ll be right back, suitcase—and possessions following behind—as you move across the country. 

Within a blink, Javi is asking you where you want things to go, in the little place you chose with so much ease. Spotting you unpack a photo frame, the photo strip from Houston front and centre, sitting on a bed of receipts. 

The next, he’s sweating for reasons he’d rather not be.

His back twinging, protesting as he carries another box to the van. Your smile rises at the sight of him approaching, gesturing to pass it to you—still standing on the edge of the truck.

“Cariño. You’ve lived here six months. How have you amassed so much sh–tuff?”

Narrowing your eyes, taking the box and placing it on top of another, “Nice save.”

Sending you a sink, he smiles as you slide your hand in his to get down. Knowing he doesn’t ever need to feel them slide from his again—hopefully, no emotional goodbyes at the airport. Not ones that don’t involve you visiting someone for a long weekend here or there.

“Are you forgetting that I packed an entire suitcase the first time I saw you? Because knowing that information, I am surprised you’re confused that I’ve doubled my possessions since living here?”

Pulling you close, he focuses on how you feel warm against him—fitting against him perfectly. A feeling he’s had plenty of time to grow used to but finds he never does. How you slot with him, face turned upwards, looking at him like he moves mountains and walks across fire.

If you asked him, he would.

But you never do. You just look at him as though you know he would. Knowing he does.

He supposes it’s why you’re all set to move in with him. Into his home. His room.

This place—as lovely as it has been—will no longer be yours. The little home in the centre of town is tucked away above a video store that you’ve become a frequent customer of, whether he has plans with you or not.

From tomorrow morning, though, you’ll be waking up with him officially. The two of you have had months of it, where you’re there but not entirely with him. Even if, over time, your things have been left amongst his, some even finding themselves hanging alongside his. To the point a drawer was needed—and hangers. Still, for a while, when you said home, you had meant yours.

That was until the last few weeks. Your eyes shimmering, twinkling with the stars in the night sky, curled into his side. His green jacket, the one with the brown collar, wrapped around your shoulders, no longer smelled of old cigarette smoke and desperation but rather sweetness and hope. Your hand entwined with his:

Can we go home, baby?

Yeah, I can take you now.

No, to yours.

You poke him. Light, but purposeful. A little jab to bring him back, and the way you’re smiling at him—fuck. He can’t imagine a look that could make his heart double in size quicker. His thumb strokes alongside your cheek. His pink shirt—the one you had commandeered as your own—rolled up at the sleeves and tied at your waist.

Javi’s noticed you steal his clothes a lot. Fashion them into something that suits you better. He doesn’t moan. If anything, he makes it a purposeful thing to show you how much it means to him—how much he likes it, craves it.

“C’mon, only a few more boxes...”

Groaning, he buries his lips against yours, feeling your smile widen, grinning widely against him as you hold him close.

Your teeth pull at his bottom lip before releasing it with a pop, a twinkle to your eyes. “… think of it like this: once the van is packed, we get more time to say goodbye before I have to return the keys.”

“Hmm,” he mumbles, keeping you in place with two fingers under your chin. “And how do you plan on us saying goodbye, baby?”

Sliding your nose against his cheek. “Loudly. I plan on saying it loud, baby.”

You packed me a note in my lunch?

I did

It wasn’t very safe for work.

you said you eat your lunch at your desk

Yes but I’m not a loner, Javi. I do eat lunch with people.

lesson learned then baby

But yes.

yeah?

I don’t think the porch table will cope though, may have to think of a more stable surface.

I think I can think of something

No wood! I am not having you pick splinters out of my ass again, baby.

that was on you

I think it was on you and your speech about how beautiful I looked being a ranch-hand.

Do you fancy coming to my office Halloween party?

do I have to dress up

Yes. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll be dressed up too. 

before I decide what are you dressing up as 

That’s the incentive to come, if you say yes I’ll tell you.

do you want me there 

Yes! Want to show you off

then ill be there baby

Because you like being showed off?

yes. but also because you want me there

While outwardly, he’d protested the trip to Miami from the moment you booked it off work up until he was sat beside you on the place, he does see the beauty in it.

Although, Javi primarily suspects that it is down to you. You with your legs out, you in a bikini on the beach, robbing his shades until he buys you your own—a matching pair, something that makes Steve chuckle and Connie aww.

The lazy mornings that remind him of Houston are nice, too. The ones where neither of you are woken by an alarm or his Pop’s awful singing. The backdrop of the airy hotel room and a warm, gentle breeze blowing the sheer curtains as his thumbs dig into the back of your thighs and make you chant, is a bonus. 

Because Javi can make your skin glisten, and your body sing, whenever and wherever he gets the chance. 

What he can’t have at home with you is the sight of you fitting in so easily with the two people who have become a second family. The ones who have seen him go to lengths he hadn't known was possible, him and his old partner seeing things that only appear in occasional nightmares now. 

Connie and Steve welcomed you in with ease and with them, you smiled so effortlessly. Blending in like you were always there—laughter bursting out of you when you’re playing with Olivia. 

It's there, ever-present on the beach, as you chase Olivia around in the sand. The castles the two of you had been making long since trodden on, as the little girl squeals and squeals until she’s caught. 

“You should marry her.”

Turning his head, Steve nods towards the three of you. Connie snapping photos as you roll in the sand. The yellow tinge from his aviators adds an additional glow to the world as he eyes up his former partner-turned-friend—a friend who apparently now gives unwarranted marriage advice.

Scratching his chin, he rolls his jaw. “You giving me permission, Murph?”

“C’mon, Jav. She’s nice, good to you. Clearly makes you very fuckin’ happy.”

“Yeah, well. Maybe I’m already planning it.”

“Yeah? Fuck. Can’t wait to tell Connie. She told me I needed to convince you.”

Javi shrugs, pushing the glasses up his nose. “It so hard to believe I’d have come to that conclusion on my own?”

“Before you met her? Yeah. Since her? No. Could tell you were smitten—”

Snorting, Javi runs his hand across his chin. “I was not fucking smitten.”

“Yeah, you fucking was. No shame in that, Jav. No shame in enjoying one good woman.”

Groaning, he turns back to the laughter. The corner of his lips twitched, wishing to slide into his cheeks as he watches you throw your head back, neck exposed, as Olivia tries to do a handstand.

“I got the ring last month.”

“Shit.”

Turning his head, he narrows his eyes, watching Steve put his hands up in defence.

“You just said—“

“Yeah, well. Forgot how determined y’can be about things. Surprised me. S’not a bad thing,” Steve says. “Just, y’know. Years ago, I knew you as the man who fucked his way through—“

Elbowing him, Javi smirks as he hears Steve splutter. A sharp look added as Steve holds his hand up.

“I’m not that person anymore, Murphy.”

His friend nods, apology falling. The evidence that he means it stitching into his expression—that he was just joking, teasing. An explanation coming, that he knows how he’s changed—all words he would have once craved hearing. But since meeting you, he’d found even the teasing didn’t upset him as much.

Clapping his hand on his shoulder, Javi looks over his shades. “I know. Alright. Just, I don’t like the reminder, that's all. Feels like… feels like a lifetime ago.”

“Y’telling me.”

Snorting, Javi slides his hand off. Moving his eyes back to the sight of Olivia grinning at the two of them. Her small hand trying to cover her mouth as she whispers something to you, something which Javi suspects involves him from the way she’s running full speed towards him.

“She’s grown up so quickly.”

He’s about to reply, but Olivia interrupts—skidding to a stop in the sand, kicking it across his feet. Swiftly, her hand—all small and delicate—wraps around and tugs on his hand.

“Uncle Javi, can you come play?”

Over the top of her, he spots you. Leaning your weight on one side, hand covering your brows to watch his expression.

And fuck, how can he say no to either of you.

hows pops?

He’s good. In fact, enough to be getting your Mom’s cookbooks down from the shelf for me.

I hope you know thats him saying he loves you

He has told me how much it means to him that I wanted these. Also keeps telling me that he’s happy they’ll be staying in the family.

bet that made you cry didn’t it 

Yes! Obviously. 

youre so cute baby

In my defence he caught me off guard with the comment, I was busy staring and deciphering the handwritten notes.

not gonna be able to read them now if youve cried all over them

As always, you’re hilarious. I obviously didn’t cry into the book! I cried in the bathroom.

you turn the tap on to try and hide it again

Shut up, Javi.

i should be back soon, just grabbing the parts now

Don’t rush, he’s fine. Promise. He even says his back is barely giving him any problems since I told him I’d cook from the book.

what you cooking?

Come home safe and find out.

youre such a tease 

Learned it from you baby. 

At one stage, Javi had been good with people.

Persuasive.

Now, he’s unsure if he even knows how to ask for a favour without giving something up or flirting.

He’s still charismatic, or so you tell him. But, he's pretty sure his tact has gone, impatience bubbling as he tries to pretend to give enough of a shit to be able to ask for the favour he wants.

For you, he decides to push through. To not walk back through the door he came through. He does stuff his hands into his jacket, the man staring at him, still wearing the same confused expression he had when Javi first stepped through the door.

Because even if he’s explained three fucking times, the man still doesn’t understand why he asked him to create the crossword he’s got clutched in his hands. 

The one that would never even go to print—just a single request. A favour. All personal, just for him. Not to be published in every newspaper, but just one.

The one for him, and him alone.

It didn't matter how many ways he explained it, the man remained confused. Only reluctantly accepting, he's sure, to get him to leave.

That had been days ago. Now, you're ahead of him. Your fingers brushing over the tops of long stands, occasionally looking over your shoulder at him, making him feel like he's stepped into one of the movies you've made him watch. 

Even when you look ahead, he can tell you’re grinning from behind—taking the view in. It's 'one of your favourites', something you’d told him the first time he brought you here. 

It’s why he brought you here, now.

Second to you, of course, baby. 

You stop some distance ahead, beginning to place down a blanket, all chequered and soft, as he comes to join you. Placing the basket in his hand down on the edge of it, before your fingers are swatting at him and undoing the ties before you grasp the bottle, food and other bits.

Not that he can eat, needing more than what the wine you’d grabbed would do.

Nerves bubbling, dancing and fluttering like the flies further down the hill. You don't notice. You're focused on the newspaper, the crossword he's not let you see for the last few hours, taunting you, making you wait.

He almost wishes he hadn't when it adds to the knot in his stomach, it tightening more when you become irritated at his coyness as he's reading out the clues—

Javi, what are you up to? You always do down, across, down. Always.

You’d have made a good detective or DEA agent.

Likely given him and Murphy a run for their money—something Steve had even said to you both when the two of you were in Miami. Sand in your toes, sea air in your hair—grin brighter than the sun.

“Give it here,” you say, not sharply, but not playfully either.

His hand wipes his lower mouth, hiding his smirk, having wanted you to do that for the past fifteen minutes.

When you take the crossword, you’re chewing. 

Distracted, barely able to spot him sliding the remainder of your punnet from reach. Because Javi remembers how you feel about being asked any critical questions when you are eating.

He supposes it's the one benefit of you making him watch so many romcoms. It allowed him to do market research and ask questions without raising your suspicion, such as where wouldn't you like to be asked and if you want him down on one knee. 

Mainly, I don’t want to have food in my teeth when I’m being asked. Don't want to spit any leftovers at you in my shock.  

“Hey,” he whispers, stealing your attention—watching you smile, glancing at your clean teeth. “Eres preciosa.”

Your lips slide, curling up into your cheek. “You’re such a flirt, Peña.”

Kissing your cheek, he keeps his arm around you. Fingers playing with the fabric on your hip—balling it up before smoothing it out. Thumb and index brushing, calming, soothing him as your eyes glance over the page.

Occasionally, asking him things, avoiding the clues he desperately wants you to solve.

Until.

Fuck, until.

“Javi.”

“Hmm,” he mumbles, pretending indifference, head tilted down, resting his chin on your shoulder—knowing from the high-pitched way you said this name that you’ve already cracked it.

Your fingers slide over the paper, smothering the white and black boxes from view. “Javi?”

“Yes, baby.”

“I think that’s my reply, isn’t it?”

Lips curling, he wraps his fingers around your chin, turning you to face him. Watching it happen in slow motion, how you smile before you grin—tears all but filling your eyes as you clearly try not to get ahead of yourself.

“You wanna make me less lonely, cariño?”

Swallowing, you drop the paper. Let it fall to the blanket, twisting your body until your knees are between his thighs as you take both sides of his cheeks.

“Sí.”

“Sí?”

Nodding, a tear falls. It's one shimmering with joy and happiness, his thumb swiping it, spreading it across your skin.

“I don’t know… I don’t know the translation,” you laugh, it spluttering, fingers stroking his skin. “But I’ll marry you. I love you. Yes, Javi.”

And he whispers it.

The translation. Pressing it, as well as I love you, to your lips as his arms snake further around your waist. Hearing you, all quiet, it almost buried in kisses, repeating the translation back.

Before he falls backwards into the grass, with you on top of him—his fiancé. His world.

you fancy coming to laredo in autumn

Any particular reason?

been told I need a best man and I only know you

an: gosh, here we are. i began writing late night texts one night after a chaotic chat with @guyfieriii because i was manic/sad/anxious all at once and it was the only logical thing i could focus on. as much as javi and reader saved one another, they saved me too. thank you to you lovely lot. not only did you welcome this in with open arms, but you cheered me on every single week (also, btw, how cool is it we didn't miss a single week omg). i owe you so much, and i cannot believe we made it here together. to the old followers, i see you. to the new ones who just discovered me, hey, welcome. to all of the friends I've harrassed over the last few months, i love you. to the new ones I've made, i also love you omg. i'm already missing this pair so much, and i cannot wait until we get to hang out with them sporadically. i'm going to go cry in a corner, but just know my heart is so full and so happy and it's all down to you all 🩷

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[thomase1]

Two broken make a whole; chater 6

Series masterlist Main masterlist

Yup, back again.

Please be aware, this is the first smut i have ever written (yes its been in my drafts that long) and one can only do so much to save a catastrophe. :,) The foreplay is way too detailed for my taste, but somehow i just couldnt cut it. Lots of kissing omg, this rlly is kinda mid, sorry.

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, fingering, ¿loss of virginity?, probably some corruption, awkwardness, fluff, worried reader, tender Loki, big time jump

Wordcount:~4.300 of pure filth and brainless fluff (oops)

Or in other words: that escalated quickly

Its now been a little over 6 months the gods have been living here. While you enjoy Thor being here and notice Loki settle in as well, one thing becomes clearer with each passing day.

Loki is your kryptonite. You have never felt such a strong attraction to anybody. His constant flirting and teasing do not make it any easier.

Its like hes been pestering you on purpose after that unfortunate mission months ago. Everywhere you went, he just casually appeared or was already there. Hell, even the helipad wasnt safe.

And the cocky demeanour and ambiguous statements really have been takeing down your walls one brick at a time. Its quite embaressing how quickly one god can wreck the walls youve built up for as long as you can remember.

So now youre here, late at nigh, lying in bed after an eventful, tiring, day. But of course, you couldnt sleep.

You didn't mean to, but you thought of Loki. You've never had relations with somebody before, at least not that you remember of, which is problematic at your age and with your stress level.

Maybe thats why your body is reacting so ferociously to Loki. The thought of him is makeing you all tingly, you cant help but sigh in pent up sexual frustration.

You are engrossed in finding relief and relaxation, which doesn't always work for you. Actually never, yeah, you've never managed to climax before. Or maybe you just expected more of a feeling? You are not quite sure. But it defently isnt satisfying your need.

You concentrate on your movements, in your imagination you see Loki in front of you. You've seen him shirtless a few times, which worsened your interest even further. Damn why must he be a hot villain too.

Well, he is an ally now, yes, but he is still Loki Laufeyson.

You keep concentrating, attempting to avoid thining of him, trying to picture hot actors or just anybody but him.

Suddenly your dark room brightens with a green shimmer.

Loki appears and you quickly hide under your covers.

"I know you're awake Y/N," the intruder says. You don't answer and pretend to be asleep.

"I heard your rapid breathing as I passed your door. I know what I'm interrupting." he teases in a singsong voice.

Damn how embarrassing, your breath catches in your throat.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed. Unless you were thinking about me Y/N, of course that would be a rather peculiar situation, huh?" he purrs provocatively, his voice getting even closers.

He can read minds, you know that, but you didn't think he could do it without even seeing the person.

"Oh, so you're not even denying it. Interesting. There's quite a bit I can do that you don't know about, kitten.", he continues.

Goosebumps form all over you, leaving you to shiver under the covers. He's right next to your bed.

"So Y/N, are you in need of assistance?", you can hear the smirk in his voice.

You try to think of nothing which is near impossible when consciously trying. Especially in the middle of getting yourself off.

"I heard your thoughts before, about you finding it hard to get a high. I just want to help you."

"How long were you listenig you little shit?!", you snap, throwing the blanket off your face huffing.

"Long enough to know how desperate you are."

"Cant you just leave and forget about this, please?", you mumble ashamed.

"But where is the fun in that? Come on now, its a win for both of us. Promise I wont tell.", he sits down at the edge of your bed.

Should you just accept? As soon as that thought crosses your mind, you get nervous. Cheeks burning, hands sweaty and heart racing.

"Do you fancy me that much, getting nervous like this?", he asks grinning.

You dont know if you should punch him or fuck him right now. He is so infuriating.

"I dont fancy you! Its just my hormones going crazy ok? Dont flatter yourself!", you hiss. Why must he torture you like this?

"Yea sure it is.", he says sarcastically.

You dont respond.

"Oh come on Y/N, do you really think you can finally reach your high this time? Just take it as a favor."

He sounds so sincere all of a sudden, what the hell? Well, god of mischief and lies, aint he?

"A favor? Dont act like you dont just want an easy girl for a night, but i am anything but easy.", you scoff bitterly. If there is one thing your job taught you, its to be suspicious of everything and everyone.

He sighs, "No, I dont think of you as easy. I admit I havent engaged in sexual activities for quite some time either, but what of it? It would stay between us, we would both profit from it."

He really sounds thruthful and his tone is kind of... tender? And for a moment the though of just accepting the offer crosses your mind again. It sounds simple enough, but you just dont know if you can trust him.

"Listen, I am entirely truthful right now. What would I gain by bragging about having sex with you? I am no school boy seeking validation Y/N. I believe here on Midgard you say, 'A gentleman doesnt tell.'."

"Will you please stay out of my thoughts?!"

"I can do that.", he smirks.

It actually makes sense though, he isnt friends with the others, why would he tell them? "Ok Loki, just promise me again, this stays between the two of us.", you awkwardly reach out your hand to him, attempting to seal the deal by a handshake.

He, however, grabs your hand and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles, "I promise. I know the past has not been kind to you either, I wish no harm to you.".

This gesture throws you off completely, you are not used to such tender affection. Your worry about trusting him eases a bit, a smile crosses your lips.

But now when you think about it, what if only he gets a profit out of it? When you cant get it yourself, what makes him so sure he will? You already expect a response from the god, but it seems he is keeping his word.

"On another note, what makes you so sure you can even help me with my *you gulp* struggle?", you ask with shaky voice.

He gives a deep chuckle, "Because I've gained some experiece in over a thousand years of living. So, shall we start?".

"Uhh, yea I guess.", as those words leave your lips, he gently sinks his lips onto yours.

You are surprised for a second, but return the kiss after a few moments. Its been some time since you kissed or made out, but you get into it pretty quickly. He leans forwart to you, one hand on your cheek. The kiss is deep with passion, his tongue asking permission to explore. You grant him entrance and he begins his route of discovery.

You grab the back of his neck, pulling him down so he is closer to you. He nibbles at your bottom lip and you cant keep a gasp from escaping you. Your tongues start to dance with each other, fighting for dominance. As you break apart for air her stops for a moment.

You hear him takeing off his shoes and crawl into your bed, now hovering over you. You cant help but giggle, seeing his determined expression lit by only the little light to your right.

You expect a cocky comment but instead your lips meet again. The kiss now just as determined as Lokis expression. It sends a warm feeling through your stomach, down to your core.

You lay your hands on his shoulders, traveling down his firm muscular arms. His hands start to wander too, from your back, over your ribs down to your waist where they stay with a firm grip.

You suck at his bottom lip and he takes a surprised breath. You smile into the kiss which leads him to lay his hands on your bare bottom and give it a hard squeeze. You let out a small yelp of surprise. He gives you a low chuckle and trails his lips off yours, down your cheek to your ear.

His hand moving up to steady himself again, the other one stroking a strand of hair from the path of his lips, he kisses behind your ear and starts nibbling at your earlobe, feeling his warm breath. You are overwhelmed with these new sensations.

Your hands travel to his chest, down his sturdy stomach, sixpack apparent to the touch. Then you wander further to the hem of his shirt, under it and up his torso again. His skin is soft. As he is assaulting your neck, he stops, "Like what youre feeling?", voice full with pride.

"Not bad, I must admit.", you giggle to which he only smirks and takes off his shirt.

Instantly your eyes wander down his bare chest and stomach. Wow. Pure eyecandy. He goes back to kissing your ear, but now the other one. The way he lets you feel him up so extensively while only gently kissing you, it feels like he wants to show you he is no threat to you. Maybe you are just imagining that, but it does make you more comfortable with the god.

As he does just that, you feel around his sides to his broad back and shoulders. And for the first time, a man above you with strong muscles does not make you panic. No, its hot. It feels strangely safe. He starts to trail down your neck, pulling down your shirt collar to reach your collarbone. You let out a tiny moan, you didnt know you were so sensitive in that spot.

You can feel your middle getting, shamefully, damp.

Lokis hand reaches the bottom of your shirt, starting to pull it up a bit. You grab his hands, stopping his movement. "What is it?", he asks hoarsly.

You swallow, "I- I was just getting a bit nervous, sorry.", you say shy.

You have quite a lot of insecurities lurking under the fabric of your shirt, accompanied by many scars, ugly reminders of past battles. While you feel more comfortable with him not harming you, letting him see all of you is still terrifying.

"Dont apologize, I'm glad you told me about it but I am without my shirt too, its only fair!", he grins.

"But then I'm completely naked!", you protest. Honestly, you are just afraid he is going to say sometehing hurtful.

"I do apologize for breaking my word but I was curious. Come on dear, I am sure you look beautiful. You can trust me.", he says so sweet, you think honey may start to drip from his lips. You blush at the sweet remark.

"Ok, just dont tell me if I prove you wrong.", you say, removing your hands from his.

"Oh nonsense my dear, even I wouldnt stoop so low. Especially when it isnt true, you are stunning.", Loki says waiting for you to trust him it seems.

You smile softly at his words, cupping his face and kissing him, leaving him gasping for air. He deepens the kiss again as you feel him slowly pulling your shirt back up.

Bare before him, you can feel his eyes before you even see them and your heart begins to race. You feel so exposed and vulnerable under his gaze, starting to move your arm to cover yourself. "Gorgeous. Ravishing, as I told you darling.", he coos.

He starts feeling up your stomach, to your ribs, settling on your breasts. Your stomach explodes with butterflies as relief washes over you.

As you start feeling around his wall of torso again he starts kissing your collar bones and boobs. You play with his hair, you always wanted to, it just looks so nice and it is as soft as it looks, smelling like lilac and mint.

You start to fondle with his scalp and can feel his shoulders relaxing. He definitely likes that. He showers your whole body with kisses and is slowly moving south, his long hair tickling you down his path. You keep massaging his head as you grip his shoulder with your free hand.

To say it pretty clearly, you are horny as fuck right now.

He is trailing down your hip, slowly moving your covers away as he is kissing down your thigh, takeing his sweet time which is, quite frankly, driving you insane. In the best way possible. As he kisses more and more to the middle of your thighs, you cant help but grip his hair firmly and letting out a small moan.

You feel your sex getting hot and twitchy. His hands are moving towars your middle and you feel a finger sliding over your lips. "So wet for me kitten, you want me to make you feel good now?", he purrs from between your thighs.

You feel his breath fanning agains your skin giving you goosebumps all over. "Yes, oh god yes.", you plead, urgency obvious.

"Say please.", he taunts, finger still stracing up and down.

"Please Loki. Please.", you plead with even more urgency.

And then finally he does; tongue caressing your most sensitive spot, hands pushing your legs apart. Your grasping at his hair harder again as you cant hold back a moan. It feels incredible. You claw into the sheets but keep your other hand in his hair, frankly, you have no control over it right now.

You let out a breath of surprise as he sinks a finger into you and starts moving it, makeing you whine in pleasure. He reaches a spot which feels so good, its unlike anything you felt before. And you think he knows that you feel good, keeping his movement exactly on that sweet spot of yours. Its sending waves of pleasure up my stomach. You move your hips feeling so good, arching your back off the bed as he takes a second finger.

"You taste exquisite.", he purrs as he gets some air into him.

Just as you think of an answer to that, he starts again. He sucks at your bundle of nerves, pushing you to arch your back again. Your whole body feels hot with lust.

You just wish you could touch him too right now, this feels a bit selfish letting him pamper you like this while he gets next to nothing. Arent you surpossed to give him something in return? And then he stops all of a sudden which you comment with a sad face. "Stop overthinking dear, just enjoy it. I will take care of you first, I'll have my fun soon enough.", he assures you, obviously having listened to your thoughts again.

He shifts and kisses you gently. You can taste yourself which somehow turns you on even more. He starts moving his fingers, thumb now rubbing your clit. The kiss gets heated as you lay your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He moves his fingers faster and faster as you claw at his back out of pure arousal.

He sits up, moves his lips from yours and uses his second hand to stroke your clit now. You let out a moan, you think you are nearing a climax.

He moves faster and faster as you cant hold back little croaked mewls. He watches your face like his life depends on it, feeling Lokis clothed cock press into your thigh which turns you on even more.

You swear you are so near an orgasm, you no longer hold control over your body, hips pressing into your helpers hands looking for further friction. Your crys of arousal growing more and more, Loki starts cooing sweet encouragements at you.

"Thats it dear. Dont hold back."

"Come on kitten, come undone for me."

"Dont resist it. Let it all out darling."

Those sinful words spoken so sweetly tumble you over the edge. "Oh g-od, Loki, I think I'm gonna com-e", you say with a sharp cry.

"Thats it Darling, come for me. Give into it.", he supports.

Just like that you reach your high. You claw at the sheets, head jolting back as your body arches into his hand. "There it is. Beautiful.", you hear Loki from a distance.

You feel your whole body shiver. While still in the process of climaxing, Loki keeps moving his fingers inside of you. Your hips are moving on their own, rubbing against his hand. You feel your body quake as you hold onto him and he pulls you closer into a sloppy kiss.

Just as you relax and lean back, body done twitching, he pulls his fingers out of you. You lay down catching your breath and he lays down next to you. He snakes his arm under your back, pulling you into his chest. His hand hovers over you back, softly raking against it.

"Held my word, didnt I?", he whispers into your ear sending shivers down your spine again.

"You certenly did.", you mumble into his chest on which you are drawing circles with your fingertips.

He lays a hand on your cheek and lets it stay there. You close your eyes and enjoying a kind of relaxation and peace youve never felt before.

"Would you like us to go further today?", he asks while stroking your head.

"You know what, yes, I trust you.", you say turning to him with a smile.

He shifts so he can meet your lips. Its not a passionate kiss, it feels more... loving? No, that can't be it. You cant describe it but it makes your heart flutter for a moment.

"I just remembered, I dont have a condom and I dont have one in my room either.", he says, surpising you of beeing so responsible in his excitement.

Said excitement beeing very noticable, urgendly pressing into your side. The question of how he even knows about eartly forms of contraception is a question for another time, you think to yourself.

"Oh, its alright, I'm on the pill.", you say, which surprises him apparently.

"Why are you on the pill when you dont have a partner?", he asks suspicious.

"Ive gotten it because of my acne and symptoms of my period.", you explain kind of hurt he is so suspicious of you.

"Very well then.", he says and gets up.

You sit up too, blanket clutched over your chest. "You think its gonna hurt?", you ask the question every girl has.

"What do you mean? I wont hurt you dear.", he says dubfounded.

"Oh, so you didnt hear that part. Well-", you stop, so embarassed you wish to vanish from earth.

"Are you trying to tell me you actually never slept with someone?", he asks soft but also curious.

"It just never- got to that. At least not to my knowledge, if you remeber the mystery about my name.", you mumble bashful.

"Right, sorry darling, that is fine.", he says softly, "I dont think it will hurt, at least not badly since you already had the pleasure.".

You smile dumbly, your mind racing back to other, filthier, thoughts. Hot breath makeing your mind foggy as tongues collide once again. He pulls you closer, so close you feel his cock nudge up at your stomach. You wander down to his waistband, wanting to feel him.

He smirks and snaps his fingers, suddenly naked in front of your very eyes. Well, you cant exactly see but defently feel his excitement. Your hands basically wander on their own, touching his hips and sliding to his sex, leaving him gasping as you stroke him once.

He lays his head on your shoulder and lets his fingers meet you most sensitive spot again, giving him a appreciative moan. You keep your fingers around his throbbing cock, pleasing him as you like. He lets out a tiny moan which makes you quite proud of yourself.

You sink your head back into your shoulders, enjoying his skilled touch. You quicken your movement, makeing him stop for a second to catch himself, it appears like. That may be because you are not stopping with the teasing. You enjoy seeing him off his high horse. His tense face is a nice sight as well. "Y/N- should we takes this further now?", he groans.

"What do you think we are working towards?", you taunt with a giggle.

He looks into your eyes a little more seriously, "I am asking your consent, kitten-".

You only mouth an "oh". You stop your motions, makeing him relax against you slightly.

"Am I right to take that as a yes?"

You nod, biting your lip.

"Oh my sweet, you dont even know how crazy you drive me. I will make you write in extacy.", he whispers against your shoulder, pressing himself against you. You barely hold back an audible gasp, instead sinking your hands down his back, "And you dont even know what kinds of sensations you bring me.".

"Oh I think I do." He slides down your sloulder, feeling him spreading sloppy kisses all over your cleavage, you grip his hair thightly as he moves his hips to meet yours. You feel him throbbing against your wetness.

"Ready darling?", he asks attentively, lightly pressing against you.

"I think so.", you say anxiously.

He leans forwart and gives you a chaste kiss, swallowing your lips as he sinks into you slowly. The kiss breaks from the vulgar sounds now echoing off the walls. You grimace a bit because it does feel a bit weird, but after a few seconds you get used to the feeling. He stays still for you to adjust, his jaw flexing in concentration.

That jaw... Oh lord that jaw.

"It doesnt hurt. I dont know if thats good or bad.", you whisper against his lips.

The question you had for years starts to resurface. Scenes that picture your own personal horror movie start to plague your imagination.

"Dont overthink it too much sweetheart, just enjoy the moment.", he soothes.

You exhale, calming your mind down from the scary szenarios almost takeing over. You are here, you are safe, nothing you dont want will happen.

"Are you alright?", he watches you and cups your cheek. He looks concerned. You lean into his touch, finding comfort in his caring demeanour.

"I think I am.", you whisper, looking at him, his eyes.

"Is it ok if we continue then? Excuse my blunt choice of words but it is rather difficult to withhold me fucking you into this matress right now.", he says calm, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Insatiable bastard. You shut him up with a kiss, figuring that counts as an answer. He smirks and starts lightly thrusting his hips. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Gradually, his speed increases and now, every time he reaches that one spot deep within you, you get pushed up the mattrass a bit more. By now you are pressed against the headboard. "Where do you think your going?", he asks, gripping your hips and yanking you down to him again with one firm pull, "I'm not done with you yet.".

You whine as he pounds into you ruthlessly, bis tip barely off that spot before he crashes into it again. Your toes curl and your fingers grip a fist full of his hair as he cups the back of your head, pressing you into his chest.

The room is filled with the sounds of sex.

You feel yourself nearing a climax, heatwaves coursing through your body. "I- think I'm... cl- close-", you croak hoarsly.

"Me too darling.", he growls.

You pull him down by grabbing his neck, wanting more of him. You press yourself into him as much as you can, earning a low groan as reward.

"Come for me Y/N! Say my name as you come for me!", he commands, thumb harshky stroking your clit.

You scratch at his back...nearing... nearing... "I'm gonna co-", you whimper.

Your back arches and your body errupts into a shudder as every muscle of your body goes rigid. Only croaked crys of pleasure are able to leave your throat.

"S-ay my name Y/N, gods let me h-ear yo-u-", he groans, about to climax too.

"Lok-i, oh g-od, fuck.", you let out with a cry as him still trusting into you prolongues your high. With a low, beast like, growl he thrust into you hard one last time, feeling him spill into you.

He pulls out and falls next to you. The thick smell of sweat in the air is somehow really comforting to you. You nestle against his chest and he sneaks an arm around you. You come down from what you just did together, his quickened heartbeat just under your ear.

About to fall asleep on him, he suddenly moves and sits up. "What are you doing?", you ask, kind of sad the cuddles ended so soon.

"I saw you were falling asleep so I figured I'd leave now and let you rest.", he explains softly.

You hate to admit it, but something inside you doesnt want to be alone right now.

"Could you maybe stay? If not an inconvenience of course.", you ask shy.

"Of course dear.", he says with an understanding nod, smiling warmly. Loki slips back into bed, taking you into his arms once more. You pull the covers over you two and soon drift off to sleep.

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[silentmoths]

Was it cold out?

Ahem.

I know I'm usually the bitch who writes the fluff and the smut but this moth is a fucking heathen for some good ol yandere li so sue me, all my friends have been dropping these wonderfully yummy Yan!Li fics and I havent written yandere li since I first accidentally made Milica

(well, not entierly true, but more like I havent writen an xreader abt it since then)

SO, with that said

Yandere! Zhongli x Reader (I think I managed to keep it pretty GN?)

NSFW (nothing explicit but implied), Dark themes, Yandere, failed escape attempt, things like that. 700+ words, Not proofread

The moment your back makes contact with the ground, you know its over.

“Was it worth it, darling?” He asks, tone even and smooth, just like it always was, just like it always would be.

No matter what you did, how you lashed out, how you disobeyed, Zhongli would always be so…so even-keel.

Even now as you lay sprawled out on the ground, wind rustling the grass and heavy geo construct binding your ankle to the earth. 

You don’t look at him, you know what you’ll see if you do; that same, warm, sickeningly sweet smile, so full of love and affection, no. Instead you stare upwards at the inky black sky, dotted with shimmering stars.

“I must say darling, this is the longest game of hide-and-seek we’ve played…almost two nights gone…” he sighs softly, kneeling beside you, you jerk your head away from his fingers as they brush your cheek, this does not deter him, simply reaching out to grasp your cheeks between slightly too-firm fingers.

“I can see there is something on your mind, precious.” he murmurs, leaning into your vision, golden eyes swimming with love and something else, something much darker that had taken you too long to finally notice, by the time you had…it was too late. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” you spit up at him, once, just once you want to see his perfect, loving smile falter, those gold eyes to cloud with anger, you wanted to see him come undone because of something you did.

“Everything.” He responds softly, tucking his arms beneath your frame and lifting; the geo construct detaching from the ground, but remaining a constant, heavy pressure and faintly you wonder how long he’ll keep it attached this time…that’s if he takes it off again. “Tell me what you feel…what you think, everything darling.”

A gentle kiss to your sweaty temple and strong arms pulling you close to a warm, unfortunately familiar chest, and you sigh.

“Everyone is afraid of me.” you mutter, crossing your own arms across your chest, staring down at them opposed to your ‘boyfriend’, who hums in thought as he turns and makes towards home “No one likes me.”

“Oh I don’t think that’s the case.” he responds “They are not afraid of you, darling. They’re afraid of what I might do should they upset or harm you, my most precious little treasure.” He very near lilts, you can already feel the purr rising in his throat. “They know how much you mean to me.”

You snort despondently, of course, he already had the entire city in the palm of his hand, it really was no surprise that everyone turned a blind eye whenever you managed to escape, vaguely you wonder just how far his reach was, perhaps you could try the border-villages? Or perhaps next time you’d just straight up cross the border into Mondstadt or Sumeru…

Thats if you managed to get out again…fool him once, shame on him, fool him twice? Shame on you.

Somehow you really doubt there’d be a third time, not if the resonating strength of his hold on you was anything to go by. 

He makes idle chit chat the entire stroll home, he asks if it had been cold, wandering the liyuean countryside in nothing but a thin robe…it had been, but you don’t tell him that, if he started getting all mother-hen worried about you catching a cold, you’d never have a moment to yourself for the next month.

His home is such a familiar sight and scent now, herbal tea and incense permeate the air, shelves decorated with all sorts of worldly knick-knacks and shiny rocks and you hate how it now provides a sense of unwilling comfort. 

How long had it been since he’d drawn you in here, to rarely let you out again, and never on your own? You can’t even remember…months? Years? Time just didn’t seem to flow these days…

“Now…” He sighs softly, setting you down upon his bed, soft and comfortable, lined with golden silks, his hands gently caressing your cheeks before sliding downwards; you knew what came next and you can do nothing but sigh as he pulls the sash of the robe loose “Lets check you over for any wounds…”

wounds…sure.

Warm hands slide the robe from your shoulders and you shut your eyes...atleast he always made sure you were satisfied...

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[clatoera]

Always Remember We’re Burned for Better Chapter 14: Who You Are Is Not What You Did

Welcome back my friends! Not much to say this week, other than aren’t you proud of me for updating in seven days! Thats a big deal for me (who slipped into 10-14 day updates). 

AO3

Masterpost

Title from Innocent (Taylor’s Version)

Here. Have some Glim Glam. And Cato. With a gun. 

I feel like I shouldn’t even tag the besties this week because this chapter is so fucking random but. I guess I will. @ohhowwehavefallen cato with a gun is for you and you alone. @kentwells look i tagged the right blog this time. 

Time does not pass in District Thirteen. Well, of course it does but at the same time it does not. Monotony and Isolation do not make for the easy passage of time, when minutes blend to days blend to weeks. Glimmer isn’t even sure if it’s been weeks or if it’s been months. The only confirmation of passage of time is when she catches her reflection in a window, on the way to various mandatory (Mandatory for most, unless you are Cato who refuses and throws a punch at the first possible opportunity when someone attempts to grab him and force him) gathers. She can catch the roots of her hair, imperceptible to some, but to her she can see the shimmering platinum dyed tones in her hair growing out to the more natural golden tone. It wasn’t much but as a girl who grew up with the priority on her appearance– she could recognize it as at least four weeks since their initial capture.

This is what the world has come to. Calculating weeks of isolation based on the roots of platinum blonde hair.

That’s okay. He had always liked her golder hair better–

No, Glimmer, don’t think of him. You can’t live for the people who aren’t here.

She’s got her legs tucked under her again, criss crossed with her right foot atop her left knee, as she’s bent nearly entirely in half with a piece of thread and an old, blunted sewing needle in the other.  She stitches together her sheets, with an invisible seam she runs down the length of them.

“Are you trying to make a sleeping bag over there, Glim Glam.” Comes grumbling from her room (cell?) mate, the one the only Cato Hadley, who is quite literally doing nothing but laying on his back and staring into the gray abyss of the ceiling. “You need that comfort of feeling like you’re in the arena to be able to sleep?”

“You’re one to talk about sleeping, Cato.” Glimmer murmurs to herself, having been kept up by the constant thrashing, tossing, and turning, of the man throughout the duration of the night. If she had to guess he’s probably getting two, three interrupted hours a night. Ask how she would know.  “No. I need something to do, I’m just..practicing making a dress.”

Cato props himself up at that, craning his neck to look over at her across the dull room. “They gave you a needle? They won’t even give me a fork.” A knife, of course, is so far out of the question it isn’t even funny. It makes sense, of course, and neither of them had been given the privilege of more than a spoon at mealtimes. “Aren’t they afraid you’ll stab someone’s eyes out?”

“I guess they figure the worst thing I would do is stab my own eyes. Or, you . Which, who here would really complain about that?” Her fingers slide the thread through the low-quality cotton, bringing the makeshift hem to a proper, even line. “I can’t have a fork either, by the way. Seems stupid, doesn’t it? You kill people with your bare fucking hands.. like you need a weapon to do damage. “

“It doesn't seem to take much to be in charge here.” Cato remarked, before he lays back down on his flimsy mattress, which has to have an imprint of him by now due to how much time he spends laying there, lifeless on the mattress. “What do you mean you’re making a dress? Since when do you..sew?”

Glimmer nods, pulling the needle from where she holds it in her lips. “It would’ve been my talent. Dresses. You know, before they decided my talent was just my body.” She flips her wrist over, forming an elaborate loop on the bottom edge of the sheet in her hand. “Then, of course, Firegirl got to claim it. As if she even thought about those designs she was passing off on her own.” It was as if her eye roll was audible in her voice, from the way she heard Cato laugh over it. “I wanted to make pretty dresses. Wedding dresses..tour dresses for victors…like the ones Clove was wearing on her tour. That green dress she was in when you came to one–wow.”

“....that was my favorite one, too.” He admits, and the soft tone in his voice tells Glimmer he’s remembering it now, the ivy embroidery that had covered her skin. “The only thing Clove and I can stitch is each other. I guess that was our talent, too.”

“What would you have picked, if you had gotten to?” She continues, flipping her fabric over to reveal a fairly functional looking skirt. Immediately she rips out the seams so that she can start over with her fabric. She begins again, threading the dull needle with thread, before repeating her exact lace as before.

“No idea. I..honestly never gave much thought to life after the games, Glimmer. I just planned to be a trainer. Be with Clove. I dunno, have a couple of kids, I never gave much thought to what I'd do to entertain the masses.” Cato brings his hands behind his head, propping his head in the palms. This is all he does anymore, it feels like. Fidgets into new positions, slowly slipping closer to the edge of madness in this bare room, not knowing the fate of anyone he loves, not knowing the fate of the world. “Clove..hers would’ve been cooking. God she was so good at it.”

“Is. She is good at it.” Glimmer corrects gently, having forced herself only to speak in the positives, to cling to any semblance of hope that they are still alive out there. “I never understood the big deal with food.”

“You’ve never had hers, god Clove made the BEST breakfast, and she’d make this sauce for steak that was just so fucking good. She was just good at everything she ever did.” Cato nearly smiles, just barely, when he talks of her, when the memories of early mornings before her training slipped into his mind. “After the games, damn, we had the best time trying new things. She had this fascination with avocados, we never even had those before I won, and I accidentally bought a whole like..crate of them. One avocado seemed so small, I thought they were like a grape, I don’t know. She liked them a lot, though.”

“I wasn’t allowed to do all of that.” Glimmer explains, setting her pile of sheets and thread by the foot of her bed before leaning back herself, joining him in his staring at the ceiling. “I’ve been on strict, strict, strict diets honestly…my whole life. It seems funny, you know, that people in the lower districts don’t have enough to eat, but I just…wasn’t allowed to. Have to maintain the Capitol’s favorite product, you know?”

“Yeah, well, you still don’t eat anything.”

“Yeah, that’s on purpose, Cato.”

He snorts.  “Is that your grand plan? Starve yourself to death? I expected better from you, Glim Glam.”

“They can’t force me to stay alive.” She retorts, though she knew if they really cared to they would. Afterall, they do it to Katniss. Not that they’d care about her, a problematic career girl.

“Sure they can. They do it to us all.”

“I don’t want to hear it from you, Cato. You lay in that bed all fucking day, and sleep maybe two hours at night. You’re going to kill yourself by sheer fucking exhaustion.”

“What else am I supposed to do? Go play friends with Katniss? Have lunch with Finnick? Is that what you do? I don’t really want to live in a world without her, either, Glimmer, but at least I'm not actively starving myself out.“

Glimmer curls into herself, at that. This infighting, this bickering, it was not going to get them anywhere. They were each other’s only allies, now, and this was getting them nowhere. These childlike arguments did not serve them.

“....it’s hard to live for the idea of someone coming back, you know? When we have no proof that they’re alive. It’s not like I really want to live in a world after this, Cato, if he isn’t here.”

“And you think I want to go back to Two without her, Glimmer? Fuck no. But I’m not actively trying to slowly die while waiting for her. You’re the one who keeps telling me to talk about her in the present, but you’re the one actively trying to just..give up. I’m not telling you to live for him, but yeah, I am.”  Cato pulls himself to a seated position, facing her bed directly. He wants to be angry, he wants to be livid at her, but she just looks so..small? Pathetic? Hopeless? “If that is all we have we have to hold on to it.”

“She’ll kill you if you die before she gets back.” Glimmer half teases, though any playful edge is gone from her voice. It wasn’t like this was unusual. She slipped into a semi catatonic state once a week, it felt like. They managed to alternate days– who went off the deep end which day changed as quickly as the weather.

“Then how about we don’t die before they get back.” He gently teased in response, watching Glimmer roll onto her side, facing away from him.

If he had it in him, he’d comment on the way her shoulders are shaking softly, a tell tale sign she’s resigned to crying to herself again. It wasn’t uncommon, necessarily, he just didn’t have it in him to fight this time, to try to reassure her when he could not even reassure himself.

“When this is all over, when we’re back home.. You’ll have to let Clove change your mind about food.” He offers as a verbal truce, before laying back down on his own side. “I can’t wait to eat anything but the same dry, flavorless chicken over and over and over. They fed us better in the academy, and even that was fucking awful.”

Glimmer sniffles, wiping her tears out of her eyes, trying to catch her breath before she lets herself respond. “I’d like that. So would Marvel. He loves all things food.” She kicks the sheets up over her feet, turning her once makeshift dress back into the sheets that they are.  “He’s so funny, you know, everyone thought that would be his talent. And yeah, trust me, he could make anyone laugh but he’s good at so many other things! He used to make me these beautiful flower arrangements and he was so good at writing and you’d never know but he hates blood outside the games– he was a lot more than just funny, that's all.”

“....is. Glimmer. He is.”

-

A fingertip’s worth of roots have grown out of her hair by the time she can stomach talking to Finnick Odair.

He’s stored behind a door just like hers, only alone. For a second she wonders why Cato and Finnick were not boarded together, when she remembers that they'd probably rather she and Cato both be dead by this point anyway. They probably hoped they’d off each other before this point.

“You look terrible.” Is the very first thing she says to him following her attempt on his life a month prior. “So much for the prize of the Capitol.”

“I could say the same about you. I’ve never seen you without the fresh highlights.” He offers in response, though he does not even look up from his hands. She realizes almost immediately what he is doing, when his fingers twist over and over into each other.

“You gonna hang yourself with one of those?” Glimmer invites herself in, perching herself at the foot of his bed. “Seems like a waste of fabric.”

“It’s all my fault.” Finnick whispers, and for the first time Glimmer realizes he is rocking back and forth almost imperceivable. Well, imperceivable to someone who hasn’t spent hours and hours of their lives sharing traumatic experiences. “It’s my fault they got her.”

“Who? Annie? No, Finnick..they woulda got her anyway. It’s not your fault.” Now is it his fault the four of the careers had split up, not knowing what was coming? Yes.

“It is. They got her. If I had never said her name–”

“It wouldn’t have mattered. They would have gone after her, anyway, Finnick. She wasn’t going to be safe.” Her heart cried for the sweet girl. She wasn’t mad, no, not at all. Who amongst them hadn’t experienced severe trauma in the arena.

“I wanted to tell you.” Finnick croaks out, lacing his fingers together faster and faster, tying knots at record speed. “They told me one and two..you guys couldn’t be trusted. I wanted to tell you.” There's a shameful quality to his voice, as if he genuinely did feel terrible for not telling her sooner, as if he did in fact regret not inviting her into this secret alliance.

“After all we had gone through..you still believed I couldn’t be trusted?” Glimmer half whispers, reaching out to take the other end of the fabric, where she simply chose to braid it instead. “You were there the worst days of my life. You were there with me through all of it. You taught me about the meds to knock myself out, you warned me about–”

“I know. And I’m sorry, Glimmer. I am. It was bigger than me, but I'm sorry.” He can’t look up at her, cannot see the agony behind her eyes, the loss of joy that has been building for seven years finally coming to a head. “It’s my fault they’re there, I know.”

“It is. But you can’t change it now. I want to hate you, Finnick. I want to hate you, but then I remember being seventeen and terrified and in pain and you being the only one who could sit with me while I cried in the shower. I want to hate you but you were the one who carried me home after those terrible procedures, every time I cried because I thought I was bleeding to death, Finnick... I want to hate you but it’s hard to hate you when you look so pathetic.” Glimmer takes the risk, reaching her hand out to place it on top of Finnick’s. “How can I hate you, after we ended up in the same terrible sinking boat again.”

“I am sorry.” He repeats, and Glimmer starts to wonder if this is the broken record he’s been giving to everyone in thirteen recently. “I’m sorry to them, too.”

“You weren’t the one who left them behind.”  Glimmer concedes, dropping the other end of his fabric knot contraption. “You know, I’m impressed, Katniss is still putting up that little show for Peeta. Guess she’s a better actress than I remembered.”

“It’s not all an act, Glimmer. You weren’t there, you should have seen how she acted when that video of Peeta came on.”

Right. Peeta Mellark and his pro-capitol propaganda video. How could she forget? They had been in isolation, as usual, when it was aired. All they knew is they could hear the screaming from their locked unit. Whatever he had said had upset the masses, and had brought Katniss Everdeen to the proverbial edge.

“You shouldn’t hate her so much, Glimmer. She made the deal to pardon Clove and Marvel, too.”

Right, how could she forget. Part of her terms and conditions had involved the pardon of all living victors, which, if she didn’t hate her so much, she might actually thank her for.  Of course, this hell hole and this government would see them as a threat. It was probably the same reason her and Cato were even still alive– the Mockingjay conditions.

“She does everything for her sister, you know? It was all for her. But it’s about Peeta now too. I didn’t believe it either.” Finnick admitted, finally locking green eyes with her own. “You should have seen her when his heart stopped–”

“His heart stopped??”

“During the games. I brought him back, she never would’ve held it together without him.”

Glimmer thinks for a moment, back to the arena, that first night when there had been a dying scream and no following canon– “The first night, right?”

Finnick nods, flexing and squeezing his hands together to uncramp them after the intricate knot tying exercise. “She reacted..honestly like I would have. Or you would have. Or Clove would have.”

She scoffs, raising a single eyebrow in pure disbelief. “You think she likes him?”

“I think she loves him. She’s just as bad as we are, Glim.” Finnick admits, running a hand through his greasy, unshowered hair. The curls fall more as waves at this point, lacking the care and upkeep of even a basic shower. “She’s been sedated as often as Cato has.”

For a split second, Glimmer feels almost bad. She pouts, bottom lip out, as she thinks of all the jabs she’s sent Katniss’s way. It never looked real.

“well..I don’t believe for a second that she’s pregnant. I would- well, I think we’d all know, considering she’d have to be what? Like..four? Five? Months pregnant by now, there's no way–”

“I’ll give you that one, Glimmer.”

-

“You look absolutely ridiculous.” Glimmer reminds him freely, hands sitting in her own lap as she watches him across from her, a thin plastic spoon bending and snapping as he tries to shove it through the thin chicken breast with no avail.

“You try to cut this dry shit with a spoon, it would be easier if the chicken was still alive.” Cato rips a piece off, tossing it at the face of the blonde girl across from him. “Eat.”

“If you’re complaining about it, I'm not sure it’s worth the waste of calories.”

“Shut your stupid mouth and eat.”

Glimmer rips a piece of a bread roll off to throw back at him, hitting him straight in the forehead, but does relent and rips a tiny piece off to nibble on herself. “I bet this is what it was like to live in District 12.”

They’re isolated in a different way, now. Sure, they’re with the overall population of District Thirteen, but the two of them sit at a corner cafeteria style table, with noone within four or five tables from them. It’s like they had the capitol loyalist plague, and no one wanted to catch it. The murmurs of murderer, child killers, psychopaths didn’t bother them much, though sometimes Glimmer just wanted to scream back at them.

 We were children too. We wanted to live, too.

Whatever. At least they don’t have to play nice.

At least, until right now.

Beetee– who recovered from both their attack on their arrival– wheeled himself over to their table, not bothering to bother with niceties.

“Would you two follow me?”

“We’re a bit busy enjoying this gourmet, five star meal, maybe we’ll try again later–” Cato argues, intensely focusing on the garbage food before him. He tightens his grip on his fork, and Glimmer can tell he’s debating how to turn it into a weapon. Or rather, if he should.

“No. I believe you will be very happy to follow along.” Beetee urges again, nodding his head towards the door.

Glimmer and Cato lock eyes, distinctly debating if this was worth the possible trap. Sure, Beetee is not a risk to either of them, but there was no reason he wouldn’t be in on a reason to get rid of them, either.

Glimmer pushes herself up first, and Cato follows. It’s funny, for someone who declared himself the de facto leader of their career pack in the arena, he often seemed to wait for her cue, too. Maybe he finally saw her as an equal threat.

All it took was a few attempts at murder  to bring two people together.

They follow Beetee silently, through elevators and the deep depths of District Thirteen they had not visited before. Hell, they didn't even know it went this deep down into the Earth.

He leads them to a heavily armored door that he can only access through a scan of his eye.

“I had to fight to get you two privileges down here.” Beetee begins, as two heavy metal doors begin to part down the middle, giving way to a heavily armored room, both in terms of the heavy metal surrounding the room but also in terms of arms.

Weapons. They brought them to the weapons.

“Holy shit.” Cato grins, actually grins, for the first time since their capture and separation back in the arena. “You have to be an idiot to bring us here.”

LIke a kid in a candy store, truly, Cato half runs forward. He runs his hand over the array of shining metal weapons, sliding his finger over the sharp metal edges of hunting knives.

“Well. Katniss and the others are on a special mission. District Eight, trying to gather some footage. If all the other victors have access, you should as well. You can’t hurt anyone from inside here.”

“How the hell did you get them to agree to this?” Glimmer smiles, picking up the spare bow, weighing it in her hands. It was most certainly meant for Katniss, not her, but she couldn’t bring herself to mind.

“Think of it as enrichment time. If they think you two are useful to the cause– you may have some advantages on your side.” Beetee was no fool. Neither Glimmer nor Cato were going to support this cause, but at least they could be less of a danger if they were entertained.

Cato picks up a trident, clearly meant for Finnick, and twirls it between his nimble fingers. “ Don’t tell me you’re going to send Finnick into an active war zone with a trident. What moron goes into a literal battle with a Trident.”

The games were one thing. They were all trained in some sort of short ranged, low impact weapon. This, though, was different. This was war.

“Finnick and Katniss are…more for show.” Beetee admits, noting how Glimmer has discarded the bow in exchange for some of the other knives at their disposal. “It’s impactful, to display them with the weapons they were known for. It helps to bridge a gap. Besides, Katniss is very comfortable and proficient with a bow.”

“That’s suicide, to send them into actual war with those, you know that.” Glimmer mumbles, shaking her head in disapproval. “Bringing a knife to a gunfight. But somehow worse, when she is the actual symbol of your war.”

“Our goal is to never let her experience actual danger..”

“You don’t have Peeta. She’ll put herself in danger to get him back.” Glimmer counters, ignoring the perplexed eyebrow raise of Cato. Right. She hadn’t shared Finnick’s revelations a few weeks ago with him. Note to self, then. “I can’t believe we got access to the victor playground. We’re on suicide watch at breakfast.”

“Well..I assumed this would be a nice distraction, and you will keep access so long as you don’t go for the–”

A literal shot echoes through the metal room, and Glimmer and Beetee both whip their heads behind them.

Cato stands there, smoke coming from the actual gun he holds in the palm of his hand. “I’m not going into any fucking war, but I want one of these.”  He fires off a few more shots, that one after the other, hit the center of the distant target dummy. He’s aimed at one of those many times in his life–usually with a sword or occasional spear– but this..this was pure power held in his hands.

“Guns. I didn’t want you to go for the guns.” Beetee sighs, as Glimmer practically jumps over him to get to Cato. “Just don’t kill any of us.”

Glimmer holds out her hands excitedly, grabbing towards him. “Gimme, I wanna try.”

“Get your own.” He nods to the table behind me, where another similar handgun remains. “I don’t get why they never let us use these…”

“Oh please, we’d have ended the games in an hour flat.” She teases, twirling the metal in her hands and bringing her arms out before her.

Like Cato, she hits the dead center of the dummy, over and over and over, each shot as precise as the last.

“Not bad, blondie.” Cato compliments, giving her an affirming nod of her head. “I guess all that training carries over across weapons, huh?”

“You’re blonde too, idiot.” Glimmer rolls her eyes, firing off a few more shots before the clip runs out. “Beetee, I need more!”

“On the table.” The older man sighs, watching in contentment  as the two most unhinged members of the rebellion fire off countless accurate, precise shots.

They learn, fast, how to reload the clip without missing a single beat, firing off hundreds and hundreds of rounds of lead into the dummies around the room.

They never miss.

“Clove will love this.” Cato decides, for the first time genuinely speaking positively about the future without prompt. “I can’t wait to show her.”

“Do you think we could go after them?” Glimmer whispers for Cato alone, eyes flicking between the targets. They were incredibly accurate– but they’d need access to the weapons and transportation. There were logistics involved that they may not be capable of.

“...we could try–” Cato offers, before shaking his head. “It might be suicide.”

She understands, and gives a short nod of her head. It was probably a no. But the idea, well, it was there and shared between them.

“Beetee!” Glimmer calls, twisting blonde hair over her finger with a little coy look on her face, offering an abrupt change to the topic of conversation. “I am not going into this war, but if I had to, can you get me a pink one?”

Cato snorts, going back to his roots and picking up a long, serrated hunting knife. “Just what everyone wants to see, you take out President Snow with a pink, shiny little gun. Will you be fighting Miss Mockingbird on fire for that honor?”

Glimmer begins to giggle, then lets out a short, sharp gasp as she realizes what he says. He must realize at the same time, the implication of what he has said, for he looks up with a startled look on his face.

Such a statement is blatant support for the Rebellion. The implications that they would be part of a take down of the Capitol– well that's treason, in itself.

Of note does not try to correct himself, or change the topic. Beetee does not comment, but he does have a small smirk twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Cato gives a half hearted laugh, before he goes back to the array of weapons before them. Glimmer sets down the gun, the implication of holding it still a bit much.

When did they become treasonous little snakes themselves?

#clato fanfic #clato fanfiction #THG fanfic #the hunger games fanfic #ARWBFB tag #always remember we're burned for better #cato and clove #glimmer and marvel #glimmer and cato r becoming friends they're trauma bonding

[cr0g-0]

oo fake fic titles uhh how about these (feel free to add noms to any of these =D and as for fandom my preference is mcyt but if you get a strong idea for a different fandom from one of these thats okay too <3)

Don't be scared, I'm still your brother

Forest crawlers

Ghost in the walls

(its my first time coming up with these so I hope they're okay ?)

Ooo these are intresting!

Don’t be scared, I’m still your brother

Tommy is a sizeshifter.

His friends that he lives with as a human are ranboo and tubbo. They both are very open about there annoyances with him disappearing for months on end and then showing up again but Tommy says he needs to visit family.

His “family” is the borrower living in their house walls.

Wilbur is his borrower brother and they spend all the time running around outside and sometimes inside to borrow. Wilbur always gets food because its out on the counter at night

Tommy secretly sneaks off and puts the food out for him every night.

One day though Tommy panics and shifts one day because he gets spooked by a spider

While Wilbur is with him.

Wilbur flips out and panics and starts to shake and hes terrified but Tommy reassures him that he’s ok and that Tommy wouldn’t hurt him because he’s still his brother.

He calms down and after a few months everything is fine. Tubbo ranboo and Wilbur get to meeting and everythings fine

Then Wilbur’s other brother and dad show up.

Forest Crawlers

Legend had it that there were these scary bugs in the woods. They crawled along the floor and bit your ankles

Eret didn’t believe this shit

She walked confidently through the woods and always payed attention just incase she stepped on a bug

But she new they weren’t going to be scary bugs.

One day while shes walking through the woods she sees a glittery trail and a flash of pink

So she follows it and gasps at what she sees

Two fairies with pink hair.

And then they see her and they immediatly dash over to her and demand what shes doing in their woods

She apologies and offers to make tea for the two to make up for it

They have tea the next day and Eret offers to bring treats and tea again tomorrow

It becomes a habit and over time the ledgend changes

No longer is it about agressive bugs but about wonderous and polite fairies who will be kind if you offer treats and tea. They might even invite you to their council

Eret was never seen again. But some say that she is seen among the fairies with shimmering red wings.

Ghost in the walls

Quackity was one hundred percent convinced rhat there was a ghost in his house.

From the open bags in his caninets to the spilled candles and glass littering his floor to the time the ghost threw his blender off the counter and giggled

So he set a salt trap

The next day he found a small person sitting in the middle of it looking like he was about to cry.

Quackity asked why the ghost was haunting him

They said they didn’t know

Slime says he was just trying to be funny and he aplogizes and says he doesnt want to be put in a ghost trap.

Quackity goes to poke him but finds he is not incoporeal

The two of them come to the conclusion that Slime must be attached to something in Q’s kitchen!

Cue the destroying literally everything in the kitchen montage

They bond doing this

They also realize Slime is not a ghost and slime is a borrower who was watching Q’s tv show and whole heartedly believed he was a ghost.

Enjoy the not super conventional character groups? Idk I don’t write these people all to often-(Mainly Q & slime and Niki Tech and Eret)

#smog ramble #mcyt g/t #ask game #fake fic

[sunny6677]

Crumbled Papers

A (Hetalia) Japan x Male! Reader

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"Argh.."

Shades of fear faded endlessly into Y/Ns face, like a painter using different colors on a painting. A canvas such as he appeared to be portraying anxiety, and a canvas such as he, portrayed sadness as well. Deep blue eyes stared him down from in front of him.

"Geez, dude, that fire really messed you up, huh?" Said his good friend, America. But he preferred to call him Alfred. Stress dripped down Y/Ns face, as he buried his face into the desk he and his friend had been sitting at for a while now.

"Hgrghhh.. yeah, of course it did. My house--" Y/N raised his head, "--set itself ablaze after I left a cigarette somewhere without putting it out successfully, no one would be too happy after their house basically just destroyed itself."

"Hey, dude, relax-- I was just saying." Amerida went quiet for a few seconds, as Y/N found himself alone inside his thoughts for a moment. He remembered the roaring flames that were cast all over his house, he managed to save a few things, but most were destroyed.

"Hey, don't worry, I'll do what I promised-- okay? I'll get my guys to repair your house for you." America comforted slightly in an oddly soft voice, which was odd, since usually he sounded so chipper.

Y/N sighed, "But thats gonna take a while.. where am I even gonna stay? You don't plan on making me live with you forever, do you?" Asked Y/N, sitting up straight. America froze, and thought. Then, a set of stars appeared in his eyes, like he just managed to channel them all on his own.

"Hey, I have an idea!" America sat up straight with a hero-like smile, and began to appear as if he were a teacher; curiously, YN attentively listened to what he was about to say. "Since I have that statue shit i'm supposed to be working on with France--"

America inhaled, "--, what if you stayed with Japan until your house was fixed?" Y/N didn't appear to know what to say, his mind drew a blank, as he opened his mouth to speak; "Uh.. I mean, sure, but me and that guy don't talk too much.."

"Oh, cmon!" America clasped his hands over Y/N's, Y/N flinched at his oddly gentle touch. "You and that guy would totally get along! He likes that weird sushi shit you like, is great at art, and totally kicks ass!" Sparkles of passion illuminated America's deep, ocean filled eyes of sapphire.

"I-- I mean, that sounds nice and all-- but would he even want me to move in?" Y/N tried to muster a response at his shimmering eyes of china blue, America only moved his face closer, holding on tighter this time. "Dude, that guy's as chill as Greece, I don't think he'd care whether you came or not!"

Y/N tried to think of what to say, but only gave up upon seeing his mind had no other protests. "Well, fine, if you want me to; but please make sure he's okay with it too. I don't want to seem like I'm demanding." Softly requested Y/N, setting down America's hands.

"Can do, bro!" America randomly pulled out his phone, and began to text at maximum-- no, practically light speed. It was like he was defying the physics of time; the way he was texting. Judging by the sound the phone made, it seemed he had sent his text.

For a minute, they sat still, and as America seemingly started to become bored(with how much he started to whine); a notification went off from his phone. Japan had texted back.

America took a look at his phone, and scanned his eyes all over his screen. He then rapidly stood up at an alarming rate, practically almost knocking everything in his distance over. "Guess what, broski! Japan said yes! You got a yes! Hahahaha!" America laughed pridefully.

The speech bubble from Japan said; "Oh my, that is rather unfortunate. I do not think I mind him wanting to stay if he really wants to."

A shade of blue was colored on Y/Ns canvas, he felt anxious at the sound of him living with some person he barely even spoke to for a few months or maybe even like a year. He felt jittery as America kept laughing.

What was apparent was that he wasnt all that good with people; considering the only other nation he spoke to was America himself.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Y/N picked up their paint brushes, and all his other art supplies; and stuffed them inside his suitcase. He then went up to the canvas, he was planning on painting something to distract himself from his problems, but as of now he wasn't able to.

He sadly smiled, even after everything, the canvas he owned was still well and looked brand new. Maybe he could paint a picture of himself as soon as he got to Japan's place, he hoped Japan wouldn't mind of course.

He then turned his head toward a large book on his bed; ah, of course, his journal. He hadn't written inside it in a while, yet for some reason, it felt like a treasure to him still. So, he picked it up, and stuffed it inside his suitcase too.

"You know, despite everything.." Muttered Y/N to himself, "I'm glad that the things I cherish are still around.. without my paint supplies, I'd be even more of a mess."

Y/N sighed, and looked up at the ceiling. "Well, I guess I should stop wasting time-- any minute now, America's gonna come bursting in--"

America then came bursting in, slamming the door loudly. "Hey, dude! Get ready quick because we're about to leave, and I need my daily dose of burgers!" Smiled America, Y/N was still visibly in shock from America randomly coming in.

"Um.. alright, sorry." "Nah, it's okay! Make sure not to get too ahead of yourself with that painting stuff! You were a real bummer whenever you lost your last painting." Replied America almost immediately.

"A real bummer? Well, excuse me, Mr. Hero~" Sarcastically said Y/N with a cheeky smile, zipping up their suitcase. "Am I not good enough for you?" Y/Ns eyes rolled as he smirked and prepared their suitcase.

"Eh, not really-- too artsy-fartsy, in my opinion." America responded with a cheeky grin of his own. "Pfff, what does that even mean?" Y/N crossed his arms, and gently stood up.

"Eh, don't worry too much about it-- anyway, I'll be heading out there now! Last one there is a rotten egg!" Called out America, who then proceeded to zoom out the entrance to his(Y/Ns) room.

"Ah-- hey!" Y/N chuckled as he grabbed his suitcase, and ran after America while laughing. Even with his house destroyed, America's endless optimism never ceased to amaze him.

#hetalia #japan x reader #america #japan #japan hetalia #america hetalia #y/n

[raessupercrazyatventures]

well

its been like almost a year and a lot has happened.

my old friend group TG is kinda a shitehole now; N got kicked out and P and their bf broke up and apparently P did some not so cool things so I dont really talk to TG much. And thats okay because its kind of obvious who they value and who they dont

I joined the colorguard at my school and thats mostly why i've been so busy, 9am to 9pm practices are brutal. its a lot of fun though lots of emotions. my anxiety used to really rough in the beginning of the year because I wouldn't talk to people during the summer but all summer was band camp this time and I think it has really got me like almost healed.

sometimes I feel obnoxious talking about cg (colorguard, I hate typing) because i feel like its the only thing I talk about but its a big part of my life

so it started in may, tryouts. I was very very frightened but I ended up getting in because everyone who showed up did (a total of 19 people.). we had our first camp then which was a week of I think 1-9 practices, and every Tuesday there would be a practice. there were more camps in June and July but august was the big one. august camp was so talked about and feared and me being new I was slapped in the face with reality. august camp was 9am to 9pm including breaks for food. we ran a mile every day and every day of camp was every day of the month, including right before school started. all the people of cg are nice I'm friends with one in particular M but I'm mainly kinda friends with all of them. I don't really talk to the ones my age because they are a little strange, I still do talk to them so when they made a gc without me that one kinda hurt.

anyway school is fine, I have C as my main friend and then some others. its pretty easy but math still sucks, and I have it 8th period which means I have it every day

thats it ig, I write sometimes when I'm bored and at 2 am I thought this was the shit

the day we met I knew it was over

the way your eyes shimmered in the golden light, I knew I had met my match

we spent your lifetime together

lost in each-others eternity

but there I stood, in front of the soulless wooden box

staring into the empty eyes that once captivated the sun

your skin, once grazed by gods now gray and withered forever tainted by time

I look at what once was and beg the gods to take me too

lol

I love mcr but I cant tell anyone because they all make fun of me for it :,(

#Spotify

[t0omanyeyes]

so uh, i wrote a thing! and i’m kind of,,, really proud of it? its based on this prompt by @write-it-motherfuckers (seriously ya’ll if you dont already follow them you should fix that!)

and the characters and world and everything else are from a book i’m writing. This scene wont be in the book (and probably there wont be any scenes too similar either) in part cause im not sure on the rules fur using one of their prompts in a work you intend to publish, but also largely because it would absolutely butcher the timeline for the whole book.

also this is my first time posting any of my writing here it think? so ye thats cool

anyway uh, here it is!

The moment Norrix stepped away from the door of Angel’s Home Tree, they found themself pulled behind a nearby Great Oak by Darren.

The man wore an unusually subtle form; very clearly an Elf, with brown tree-bark skin that seemed almost to shimmer in the dappled sunlight, and leaf-green hair worn in a simple yet well-maintained tangle of braids. He even wore jewelry in his long and pointed ears, and the flowing star-silk drapery of Elven common-folk, pinned in all the right places to make him look elegant yet average – by Elven standards, anyways. All together, he looked very unlike himself – in fact, the only reason Norrix knew it was him is because of the hummingbird charm hanging from his neck.

“I can’t believe you let him speak with you alone like that!” Darren’s eyes flashed an alarmed orange as they darted from Norrix’s face to the direction of Angel’s home and back again. “Are you out of your mind!? He’s dangerous!”

Norrix raised a brow at the man. “Dangerous? Angel? … You’re joking, right? He’s an absolute sweetheart.”

Darren threw his hands up and a hint of his usual fire appeared in his now brilliant pink eyes. “I’m serious! Everyone in Alonia knows to stay away from him, and you should too! He’s really bad news!”

“Honestly Darren, I’m certain you’re all over reacting.” Norrix leaned casually against the Great Tree, loving, as always, the performance inherent in any interaction, “but either way it’s a bit too late for that, we’ve been partners for months.”

Darren’s reaction was a delight, and Norrix couldn’t keep a fanged grin from their face as they watched him. His hair shortened to nothing before exploding in a tangled mane of orange, and his eyes widened as they frantically filtered through every color Norrix had ever seen – and some they hadn’t. His mouth dropped open, and Norrix watched as fangs appeared and disappeared, lengthened, sharpened, and then vanished. Darren’s skin changed, also, from snow white to ebony black and eventually a pale grey, and it’s texture turned unnaturally smooth. His ears shed their jewelry as they became smaller, though still sharply pointed, and his stature shrunk a bit before returning to what it was.

(Norrix assumed the only reason for that last thing was the clothing – Darren had, on multiple occasions, complained to Norrix about the restrictions of common wear. Apparently there was nothing more irritating for a being whose shape was always in flux then surroundings that weren’t. If he shrunk, his attire swamped him, and if he grew fabric tore, and metal… Well. Norrix had once witnessed the man grow in size while wearing armor, and they hoped never to see it again – even with Darren’s magnificent healing, it took an entire day and night to fix.)

“Wha- you-” Darren’s shocked voice pulled Norrix back to the present, and they couldn’t help but smile fondly at the simply flabbergasted look on that ever-changing face. “PARTNERS?!”

“Yes, Darren” affectionate laughter tinged Norrix’s usually smooth voice, “Partners.”

“You don’t mean – romantically?”

“I do, actually.”

“You are in a romantic relationship,”

“Indeed.”

“With Angel Virralei,”

“I am.”

“The most powerful Necromancer that the world has seen in centuries.”

“Yes! I’m very proud of him.”

“Norrix, what are you thinking?”

“Hmm?” Norrix’s smile turned somewhat wistful, “Well, mostly I’m thinking that I’m extremely lucky to have him.”

“You are lucky!” Darren threw his head back in exasperation – apparently past the point where an eye roll was sufficient. “Lucky not to be dead yet!”

“Oh calm down, dear, Angel wouldn’t kill me – hell, he wouldn’t hurt a fly or spider or anything else without very good reason!”

“Are you serious?”

“Very. just this morning I had to remove about ten spiders from inside the Tree for him,” they found themself reminisced fondly, “we probably would have left them – they’re very polite and neither of us have ever been bit – but Angel accidentally rolled over one with his chair and it about broke his heart.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s a Necromancer, Norrix! He surrounds himself in death! The idea that he even cared about the death of a spider is laughable!” Darren’s eyes where a deep black and they shined with a swirling concoction of irritation and fear and – something else. Multiple somethings? Things secret and shielded, things soft and things mean, things almost like – Darren blinked, and his eyes were a sickly yellow, and all that was left now was fear and anger. “Have you not seen his dead servants walking about? Has he hid the zombies, the skeletons? I’d wager a bet that he has literal skeletons in his closet! That man is a monster, Norrix, and he could kill you with a snap of his fingers!”

Norrix almost wanted to kick him – not hard, just enough to knock some sense into him – but he still wore an Elf’s height, which is to say; in order to reach anywhere notable they’d need a step-stool. Or stilts. As it was, they settled for rolling their eyes and twirling a knife in between their fingers. They had no intention of using it, and Darren most certainly knew it (they may be arguing now, but Darren was their first friend, and he knew them better than almost anyone) – but it was a comforting weight in their hands, and it helped them control and reign in their emotions.

“There are a plethora of things wrong with the words that just left your pretty mouth, Darren, but lets start with this: Angel is not a man.”

“Oh,” Darren blinked, “Is he a woman then?”

“Indeed he is not,” Angel smiled, “Angel is neither a man nor a woman. If you wish to know more, you’d have to ask him yourself.”

“Ah, my apologies then. Norrix, that person is a monster, and he could kill you with a snap of his fingers!”

Norrix shrugged, “Yes, most probably.”

“Wh- and you don’t care?!”

“Not especially; In all honesty, you could kill me just as quickly, were you so inclined, and I could kill either of you with a twitch of my fingers.” to prove that point, Norrix did just that – twitched their fingers – and in an instant their silver throwing knife had pinned a falling leaf in the crack between two rocks.

Darren didn’t flinch. “well of course, but that’s different! If you or I tried to kill someone, they could still fight back! But with magic it’s so much harder! And besides. neither you or I would turn our victims body into a mindless, rotting servant.”

Norrix rolled their eyes again and produced a second knife to toy with. “That’s the second time you’ve said that, Darren – that he turns the dead into servants. Where did you get that idea, I wonder? Have you ever seen him interact with them?”

Darren blinked. “Well, no, I haven't, but – but he’s a Necromancer, isn’t that kind of in the job description?”

“Aw,” they brushed a lock of fiery hair from his forehead, “it’s cute how ignorant you are. No, Darren, enslaving the dead is not an essential part of Necromancy. Angel has a hard enough time asking me to sweep the floor, do you really think such a person could swear someone to servitude? Besides, if you really want to know, you ought to ask them yourself.”

“Who?”

“Angel’s Sustained, of course.”

“Wait – they can TALK?!”

“Some of them can, yes. Ralph speaks sign language, Trevor has been learning to read and write, and Adeline can communicate through images and simple thoughts telepathically. Ayla doesn’t speak, but she is still rather expressive.”

“I… I didn't even know that that was possible.”

“Well,” Norrix shrugged, “You said it yourself – He’s the most powerful necromancer in recent history.”

“That’s incredi- wait no! No no no NO!” and the fearful yellow eyes returned. Norrix sighed, but let the man continue. “Norrix how can you possibly trust someone that powerful?!”

“It’s simple enough, really. He saved my life when we first met, he’s protected my identity when the Guards have come looking for The Spider, he’s protected Arlin’s identity – and you know how much the Crown would pay to have her back. I’ve trusted him with my life a few times now, and each time he holds it in gentle and steady hands, sheltered from anything that could risk it.”

Darren sighed, and he seemed to deflate. “I… I suppose I know I can’t convince you to leave him. But please, please be careful Norrix. I just…” He glanced at the ground, hair turning a soft lavender, “I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

Norrix’s eyes turned soft as they pressed a hand to Darren’s cheek, gently guiding him to look back at them, “Come now, Darren, when have you ever known me to be anything but careful?”

The man in question scoffed lightly, a small grin touching his lips. (As much as Norrix delighted in any emotion to cross Darren’s ever-changing face, they had missed that smile. Whenever it was a true smile, like now, it twisted his lips – no matter which ones he was wearing – into something charming, but a bit crooked, a bit awkward. Norrix loved that smile with all of their heart.) “How about every time you piss of your dear old dad?”

It was Norrix’s turn to scoff. “As if I don’t carefully calculate what exactly I need to do to get tossed in the dungeons for a night”

“Careful, huh? What about that time you painted his throne hot pink?”

“I’ll have you know that I make my own paints, and getting a pink that bright is not easy! In fact, one might say it has to be done… carefully.”

Darren let out a long and exaggerated groan. “I hate you so much.”

“I love you too!” Norrix giggled – and immediately slapped a hand over their mouth. Sure, they were almost alone in the Great Forrest, no one around for a mile but for the two people he trusted most (and a few skeletons, but Angel’s Sustained where polite), but, well. No one needed to know that Norrix Rhydian, fourth in line for the Throne of [[country]] (or The Spider, informant, secret keeper, and criminal) was a giggler.

To Norrix’s demise, though, Darren apparently found their reaction to their own laughter hysterical, as he dissolved into giggles of his own. This of course pulled them back into giggles themself, and the battle against humor was lost as the two continued to laugh. It wasn’t even that funny, but the two had found long ago that they could bring the other to laughter even when no one else could.

Some time later found the two collapsed into eachother, heaving on the ground as they finally got control of their giggles.

Darren turned to face Norrix not long after the last bout of laughter passed. His eyes were a perfect mirror of their own, though Norrix thought he must wear them better – left eye a silver that outshone even the moon and stars, and right eye gold such that it made the sun look dull. They where full to the brim with emotions. There was fear still, yes, and exasperation, but mostly there was affection and care and a slow-burning, steady fire that Norrix chose not to name.

(Because naming it would have Implications, it would mean reevaluation long buried feelings in themself, it would mean a long talk with Angel about relationship boundaries, it would mean a long talk with Darren about relationship boundaries, but what was much worse? Norrix had seen that emotion glinting in Darren’s eyes for years, and that – well. That wasn’t something Norrix was quite ready to face.)

“Norrix, are you-” Darren let out a deep breath, “Are you sure that you’re safe with him? Are you really certain that he won’t do anything to you – well,” he winked, “anything you don’t want him to do anyway?”

“I- you know what, I’m not even going to dignify that last bit with a response. Back to your original question: Yes, Darren, I really do believe myself to be safe with him. There's only one other person on this planet or beyond that I trust so much as I do him.”

“Ah,” Darren nodded, “Fen?”

“No, actually. Don’t misunderstand, I love Fen with all that I am, and I trust him far more than I do the rest of my family, but he’s a child. I can’t trust him to support me or to save me – and I don’t want to! He’s only fifty years old! And I know a Shifter that old would be just into adulthood, but for a Born Vampire that's barely the equivalent of… ten years in humans, I believe? Whatever, that’s beside the point. No, Darren, the only other person that I trust as much as Angel is you.”

It was at this moment that Norrix had the – somewhat concerned – delight of watching Darren choke on nothing and fall into a coughing fit. Now, if you’ve never seen a Shape-Shifter cough, then you probably don’t understand quite why this is a delight. You see, with each cough Darren’s entire body was traded out for a new one – red hair, tan skin, blue eyes and pointed ears; green skin, black hair, red eyes and fangs; bright orange eyes, tusks, purple hair and deep blue skin – before, as his coughing stopped, he settled on a face familiar to Norrix.

It wasn’t his True Face – according to Darren, the tales of Shifters having such a thing where complete myths – but it was one of his current favorites. His hair was a short cloud of bright pink curls, his skin a dark brown, and his eyes where… oh they where magnificent! A deep umber that reminded Norrix somehow of a log cabin high in the mountains – so warm, heated from within by a fire that combats the biting cold of the outside effortlessly, casting light and shadow on the walls, turning something once thought simple into something new and captivating.

“Wh-What?!” Darren sputtered as soon as his coughing fit ended, “Me? Even after-”

“Yes, Darren, you. Sure, you’ve made some mistakes, and if you ever fake your death and disappear without telling me again I might just have to stab you a bit – but you’ve regained my trust.”

“O-Oh. Well, um. Thank you?” Darren rubbed the back of his neck, a bit bashful.

“Of course. You know, it might be easier for you to trust Angel if you actually met him – the stories you’ve heard are almost certainly exaggerated, if not completely dishonest.”

“You may have a point, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon.”

Norrix cocked his head to the side like a confused dog. “Why not? I would have to ask him before confirming it, but I’m sure you’d be welcome to dinner tonight.”

“I – what? Do you really think that’s a good idea? So soon?”

“Eh,” Norrix shrugged, “I don’t think it’ll be a problem as long as you don’t try to attack anyone or insult the Sustained. But ultimately it’s your choice,” they picked a leaf out of Darren’s hair, “and logically, objectively, it’d probably be smarter to leave me out of the making of said choice; you know how foolish love can make someone.”

“Yeah,” Darren whispered as his hair softened to a pale pink, “Yeah I do.”

#i feel like maybe the pacing is a bit off? #but otherwise i'm actually really proud of this #my writing #Norrix Rhydian #Darren

[jack-shadow]

Dnd Homebrew: Feywild Wyrm

Medium Dragon, true neutral

Ac: 17 (Natrual Armor)

HP: 60 (6d10)

Str: +3

Dex: +4

Con: +2

Int: +1

Wis: +2

Cha: +2

Speed: 45 ft

Skills: Acrobatics, perception, Stealth,

Languages: all languages it knew as a humanoid

Resistances: Posion, bludgeoning

Immunites: Fire

Condition Immunites: Posioned, charmed,

Traits

Gliding: requires a DC 10 perception check to hear the Feywild Wyrm Move

Climbing: the Feywild wyrm can Climb up any surface with ease, it has a climbing speed the same as it's walking speed

Telepathy: the Feywild wyrm can telepathically communicate with other dragons in 60ft radius

Actions

Multi Attack: The Feywild Wyrm can use clash slash on the same target three times per turn

Claw Slash: the fey wild wyrm will swing its claws at a target within 10 FT, dealing 1d8 Slashing damage

Misty cover: the Feywild Wyrm will breath out a layer of thick Fog covering a a 45ft by 45ft area, while in this Area The Feywild Wyrm is completely hidden and gains advantage on Stealth

Hidden Antlers: while hidden the Feywild Wyrm can attack a person thats 5 feet away with their antlers dealing 1d6 Slashing damage and 1d8 Raidant, they have advantage Agasint the targets AC

Breath Weapon- Green Fire: The Fey wild Wyrm will breath green fire in a cone shape, anyone caught in the way must make a DC 13 saving throw or take 1d6 fire damage and have their movement speed cut in half rounded up, this fire will not hurt plants, and fey creatures get advantage on the saving throw

Lore

Feywild wyrms are a result of a fey cursing a humanoid with a magic item called 'the Lind Wyrm scale'. the Curse takes anywhere from 3 months to a year to fully take hold but once ot does they become a Feywild Wyrm. they tend to be outcast by their pepole due to their Draconic appearance and tendencies, but they asl8 arent welcome amoung the fey so they temd to live in solitude, often by a gateway between the planes. the cursed individual's mind remains intact however they are now plagued by Draconic Instincts to hunt, horde, defend their territory from any outsiders. As such they can be somewhat dangerous to be around but one you have convinced your not a threat, or who has learned to deal with these Instincts can become a powerful ally. Fey tend to curse these pepole for numerous reasons, but most commonly is when a human didn't listen to their instructions or didn't play along with their 'game'vthey often curse their children to become Feywild wyrms as a 'Harmless little Scare' for the parent. Because of this most Feywild wyrms only speak Broken Common (or whatever thier native language was) due to their exile at a young age.Their have been cases of Feywild Wyrms not being exiled from their home lands and instead becoming a powerful guardians for multiple generations, watching over nearby feywild gateways and defending the locals from invaders.

Lind Wyrm Scale

Wonderous Item, Rare, Cursed

A simple white Scale that shimmers under moon light, touching it will result in it attaching itself to your skin and start spreading until the scales cover your whole body it will aslo start altering your body into you are a Feywild Wyrm. The process will take 3d4 months to be completed

So yeah that's the first of a new dragon type I'm working on which is basically Dragon curses (I have been playing Tears of the kingdom recently) this one being based on the fairy tale of the Lind Wyrm, I don't really know If it's balanced but I did my best. And for those who maybe want to play as one I am working on a race that'll basically be the half way point between dragon and humanoid fir the curse (that'll have variants for each dragon I make for this subtype)

If you have any ideas for more dragons of this subtype I'd love to hear them, feel free to comment or even send asks about your ideas, and if you have ideas on how this one should be tweaked to be balanced I'd aslo love to hear that.

#Aslo for those of you who are still waiting to see the finished Hexer #Give me a break #It takes awhile to make an entire class especially when you are still learning about the game #Aslo for those waiting on Axls design for the Mega drones X Au I'll get to it #And for the 0.001% of you who are looking forward to the next chapter of my mega man crossover fic.... #Don't get your hope up #You can expect it maybe sometime in 2033 #dnd homebrew #Dnd #Dnd dragons #Dnd fey #feywild #dungeons and dragons #Dragons

[timemachinechaos]

Not sure if anyone knows me from there or cares really, but I wanted to post a chapter from my fic Percy Jackson and the Unusual Quest (on ao3).

I haven't posted it there yet but I wanted to share this chapter in particular with more people. It's from a Percy Jackson/Harry Potter crossover fic and I know not everyone likes those but this chapter doesn't have almost any magic or HP stuff in it. It's really just Percy&Annabeth fluff.

It's kinda long-ish and the writing probably isn't the best (same goes for the rest of the fic too. I'd like to think my writing improved throughout it but thats probably just me). I think you don't need the rest of it for context but if it's too unclear for people that aren't me I'll gladly explain (just ask).

Anyways, here's the chapter (I'd love to know what people think if anyone reads it) :

Annabeth

I followed Percy as he led me through the castle by the hand.

We stopped at the kitchens briefly and he told me to wait for him in the hallway; he came out a few minutes later with a basket and retook my hand.

We were quiet as we walked, simply enjoying each other's proximity.

And whilst I knew exactly where in the castle we were and all the paths we could take, Percy was still in the castle for more time than me.

He led me up a staircase, down another, behind a curtain and over the secret passageway to a completely different part of the castle, where he opened a painting as if it was a doorway and then up the spiral stairway.

The stairs led to a small opening in the castle wall, high above and big enough for us to step through and onto the roof. 

From there we walked across the narrow path over the top of the roof and around the tower until he stopped at a small, about bed-sized portion of the roof; it was a ledge, surrounded by a kneehigh railing. Architecturally it didn’t make sense - a balcony with that difficult of an access, but then again, a lot of things in this castle didn’t make sense.

He pointed his wand and air shimmered around the balcony - a spell so we’d be invisible to anyone who might be flying through the air (like some of our scouts), then pointed his wand to the floor and a blanket and a couple of pillows laid themselves down over the space. 

Percy set the basket down and sat on one of the pillows.

“Join me?” he asked, patting the pillow next to him.

I smiled and sat down.

“Percy, what is this place? Why are we here?”

“It’s one of my favorite places in the castle. I come here to think or when I just need some peace and quiet. And besides, sunsets are beautiful from here.”

I hugged him over the waist, he put his arm over my shoulders and we sat there, in silence, enjoying the sunset.

I didn’t need to ask him how he found this place, I knew he had lots of energy to burn and probably explored every inch of the castle in his first month, that and the fact that magical creatures adored him and they knew the castle better than anyone else - it didn’t take a child of Athena to figure out Percy would know of these kinds of places.

It was very private as well even without Percy’s spell, shielded from behind by a tower and all around with rooftops. You couldn’t spot us if you didn’t know what you were looking for, but it still gave a spectacular view at the lake and surrounding landscape, even sitting down.

The sun was really low now and Percy summoned some candles so we could still see each other.

He released my shoulders and turned to face me, I did the same.

Percy took my hands in his. 

“Annabeth-” he said.

He released my left hand now and cupped my bandaged right one with both of his.

“Percy?

“What happened?”

He started untying my bandages. It didn’t make sense, it was just a small cut, nothing to be worried about. I didn’t even go to the infirmary, I bandaged it up myself.

“Got cut on one of the lines of the net.” I told him.

He took the bandage off completely now, a single red line all across my palm clearly visible.

“Percy, it’s nothing. Why are you-”

He cut me off by turning over his own right palm, a single red line, mirroring my own running across it. I didn’t understand what his scar had to do with his behavior, it was an incredible coincidence he had a scar in the exact same place as I did but still. 

“What? I don’t understand. We get hurt all the time. It’s nothing-” 

“This is from this morning.”

“Yes, but Percy, still-”

“After I got the curse.”

“How? What are you saying?” I thought back to when I got the scar, it was at that morning, when he was fighting the gods.

Was it really possible that-?

“I didn’t know where my vulnerable spot was. I got hit in the small of my back, where it was the first time and nothing happened. Then, when I fought the gods I started bleeding from my palm out of the blue. And from what I know this shouldn’t be possible, one small cut and I’m supposed to be dead, you remember Luke? The small cut was all that was needed. I didn’t understand at first but now-” “Percy, what are you saying?” “I figured it out at the meeting earlier - when I took your hand. Annabeth, I’m saying that it’s you. You’re my vulnerable spot. What happens to you, happens to me. You die, I die. You’re my anchor to humanity.”

Tears started gathering in my eyes and I buried my face into his shoulder.

It was a huge burden, being responsible for someone's life. It wasn’t as it was in battle, where you know someone depends on you to fight with them, to cover them and they do the same for you. No, with this is one wrong move, one mistake and two lives are lost.

Suddenly I felt a lot happier for the lion pelt over my shoulders - if it came from anyone else I might think they were trying to cover for themselves, giving me their spoils of war to make sure they don’t die. But not with Percy, he gave me the pelt from the goodness of his heart, before he even knew he was tied to me.

We stayed embraced like that for a while, until I finally broke away.

“We should test this. Just to be sure.” I said and pulled out one of my bronze knives.

“You don’t have to. Really I’m-”

I cut him off by running my index finger over the point of the knife, just enough to break the skin and for a drop of blood to come out.

He held up his hand and a matching bead of red on his finger.

“Well, that settles it. You know Wise-girl, there is no one out there I’d rather have my fate tied to. Even though I don’t know why or if it’s because it was my second time or because Sty-”

Once again I cut him off, this time by kissing him.

“Let’s not talk about this now. It’s a beautiful night and we have a moment of peace, let’s just- let’s just enjoy it.”

“Wow, how un-Athenian of you. Postponing a search for knowledge.”

I laughed, a full, honest, bottom of my lungs laugh and he joined me.

At that moment I really didn’t need to know anything, not how or why the weapons merged earlier, not how he could use powers obviously falling under other gods' domains than his fathers, not how we were tied together; all I could think about was how I wanted to just spend a night with him.

And we did, we spent the night on that ledge, stargazing, laughing, we ate the dinner he grabbed from the kitchen earlier, kissing and in the end we made love for the first time - it was natural, it wasn’t forced in any way and it was perfect.

It was a night in a hopeless war, it was a night in between battles and it was the best night of my life.

Which is how I should have known the day that would follow would be the worst day in my life - because why would the Fates change now.

I woke up in Percy’s embrace that morning, his arm over me and the blanket that covered us. I snuggled closer to him in search of warmth that his body radiated like a furnace in the cold morning, luckily our bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle. I felt his steady breath on my neck and his caressing of my head the only indicator he was awake as well.

I enjoyed the moment for a while before turning around so we were looking at each other. I met his ever changing sea green eyes and said “Hey”.

“Hi”

“I love you Percy, you know that.”

“And I love you too Annabeth, and I alway will, no matter what happens.”

We continued staring at each other as the dawn broke.

It was a perfect moment, sunlight starting to shine, mist swirling and crawling across the lake surface, birds chirping. 

Too bad it was just that, a moment.

Because all of a sudden silence fell, no more bird chirps, no more branches rustling in the wind, everything seemed to dull.

Percy seemed to have noticed as well because his face locked up in alertness. He sat up before sliding from under the blanket completely whilst pulling his pants up.

He threw my own clothes to the spot he laid not a moment before and turned to stare at the horizon.

I had just pulled my shirt over myself, already shaking slightly from the cold, suddenly missing Percy’s body warmth - he was still shirtless, his muscular figure standing tall and strong in the cold air.

I snapped myself out of the fantasy and started getting up to join him when his entire body stiffened.

“Annabeth?” I could hear the panic in his voice.

I jumped out of our makeshift bed and was by his side in a moment.

“Percy? What is it? What do yo-”

He pointed a finger to the horizon, I needed a few moments to see the thing he was pointing at.

My heart almost popped out of my chest.

It wasn’t visible from anywhere else in the castle and even I had to strain my eyes to see it, Percy apparently could see it clearly because he was in worse panic than me.

A tall, huge shadowy figure almost made out of dark storm clouds was becoming more and more clear from behind a mountain in the distance.

“Tha- That’s- That’s Typhon.” I mumbled out.

Percy nodded.

“We’re- We’re doomed. We can’t hope to stand any chance against that.”

He looked at me, his eyes becoming more determined by the second, like he’s made his mind up about something and was becoming more sure of it by the moment.

He stared at me before saying : “Maybe we don’t. But, we’ve got someone in our basement who might.”

“The gods! But they aren’t free yet and Leo didn’t even start working on removing the collars. It’s going to reach us long before we can free them,” the giant was already stepping over the mountain peak and would probably reach us in less than half an hour.

It wasn’t long now before the horns would start, alerting everyone in the castle of our upcoming doom.

Percy looked at me again, an incredibly sad look on his face.

“I know. Our only hope is if I-”

“No! No, no, no, no, no, no- nononononnonon!” tears started gathering in my eyes as I realized what he was suggesting, the reason for his former determination suddenly very clear.

He hugged me but didn’t say anything.

“No, Percy, no. You can’t- We’ve got catapults and scorpions and cannons. We’ll hold on somehow. You can’t- He is an entirely different story from even the gods- You can’t-” I sobbed into his bare shoulder as he waited for me to finish my rant. 

“Annabeth, Wise-girl, you know that when that thing gets into the range of any weapon it’ll be already too late. And you know the gods are our only chance against it. Zeus’s Master bolt caused him to stumble the last time, and I haven’t only gotten the Master bolt, I’ve got my Father’s trident and Hades’ staff plus all of the other godly weapons. I hope it’ll be enough to distract Typhon for long enough that Leo will be able to get you the help we need,” he said softly.

I looked at him, tears in my eyes again. I caught the you in that last sentence and I knew he knew that too.

“What about : we’re staying together, you’re not getting away from me. Never again? You promised Percy,” I whispered.

“Annabeth, if you ask me to stay I’ll stay. I won’t fight until he’s absolutely upon us. But if I go, if I, if I give myself up, if I distract him long enough, if I give you a fighting chance to survive this, I’ll be at peace. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you. To anyone in this castle. Please, please let me do this. Let me keep you safe,” he had tears gathering in his eyes now too.

I was sobbing now, crying hysterically but I understood where he was coming from. In that part of my brain that always found logic in any situation, the part I hated. The part that knew he was right, that this was our best shot. The part that knew his fatal flaw would eat him alive if he didn’t do this and someone died.

“Percy, please. Please. Please. Don’t leave me. Not you too,”

Tears were running down his face now too.

“I’m not leaving you. I’ll always be here-” he pointed at my heart, “ and I’ll wait for you. We’ll be together in a few decades anyways. Just promise me you’ll spend that time we’ll be apart living. Don’t close yourself off, live your life. Don’t become a shell of yourself. I’ll be waiting to hear stories of how you lived.”

I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I nodded. 

He smiled, a small barely visible smile that contrasted the tears in his eyes.

A smile that gave me hope for the future, a smile that reminded me of why and just how much I loved him.

A smile that sent another wave of tears from my eyes.

I hugged him tighter, burrowing my face deeper into his shoulder.

“Annabeth, I should get going soon,” he whispered softly and I released him.

I could see Typhon clearly now in all of his impossible size, how could anyone ever hope to stand a chance against that. But if anyone could Percy could - there was still a glimmer of hope in my heart that maybe, just maybe Percy could survive this.

“Percy-” my voice broke, “Percy. I won’t tell you to stay, I won’t keep you from doing this. I just want to say, thank you. Thank you for doing this, I’ll tell you because no one else will. Thank you for giving us a chance.”

I wanted to be angry at him for leaving me but I just couldn’t find it in me. I understood, I hated it but I understood.

We broke apart finally now and Percy whistled like he was pulling over a cab - he called for Blackjack.

He put on his shirt and turned to face me.

“Here, please, take this-” he dug around his pockets and pulled out his magical pouch, he pulled out two drachmas and gave the pouch to me, then he pulled out a stack of papers, folded over each other and stuck them into one of my pockets, then he untied his camp necklace and tied it around me, “ no point in them being lost forever. Also, please make sure my shroud is half decent. And Annabeth, please tell -” his voice cracked, “ please tell my mom it was fast, that it was painless.”

I felt tears starting to fall again and once again he hugged me.

“I’m so sorry Annabeth, I really am. Please believe me. If I knew of any other ways I would take them.”

“I know Percy, I know and I believe you. It just sucks.”

“Yeah, yeah it does.”

He kissed me and we stayed embraced when flapping of wings broke us back into the real world.

Blackjack landed by us on the edge.

“Not for this one Blackjack. Too dangerous, don’t want you getting hurt.” Percy said, to which the pegasus puffed from his nose.

“I’ll take a broom. Yes, I know they’ve got nothing against you, but I need you to take care of Annabeth, take her down. Keep her safe.”

Blackjack reared and neighed and I knew he took Percy’s words to heart.

Horns started sounding as people finally took notice of the approaching giant.

Percy held out his wand and said : “Accio broom”

A few seconds later a horde of brooms flew from all directions and started landing at Percy's feet - one even had a house elf clinging to it, who after being reassured he did nothing wrong apparited away.

Percy picked up the one that was obviously meant for flying and turned to me.

“What do you think?”

“Percy, what about Zeus, you’ll be in his domain, won’t he, you know-”

“He’s literally asleep in our basement because of me, I don’t think me trespassing into his domain would be the reason for him to smite me now.”

He smiled again and stepped closer to me.

We kissed for one final time before I mounted Blackjack and he the broom.

He kicked off the floor and went racing towards the giant, I wiped my eyes into the shoulder of my shirt and me and Blackjack flew off and into the opposite direction to where I knew the war council was gathering to plan the next move.

Blackjack landed in front of the people gathering by the gates into the castle and I jumped off.

They were standing, frozen in fear as they watched the approaching giant but Piper saw me as soon as we landed.

“Annabeth, what happened? Where’s Percy-” she looked me up and down and no doubt saw my puffy eyes, my bed hair, clothes from the day before and the look in my eyes that must have betrayed just how broken I was, I tried to pull myself together as best as I could and to someone who didn’t know me all that well I wouldn't look any different from any other day; but this was Piper, she immediately knew something was wrong. She looked at me, then at Blackjack, then at Typhon and the lone dot flying towards it.

“He didn’t?” she asked and all it took was one nod from me and she enveloped me in a hug.

“What happened?” I could hear Jason ask.

“Percy went to fight Typhon alone.” Thalia answered.

Jason started flying but was immediately pushed back to the ground by the winds that were obviously not of his making; I knew, as did he - Percy didn’t want any help, he knew this was a suicide mission and he didn’t want to risk anyone else’s life beyond his.

I willed my voice to be strong : “He went to buy us time. For us to free the gods so that we might stand a chance,” from the look on Piper's face I knew my voice wasn’t as strong as I wanted it to be.

Leo was already running back at the castle : “Getting right on it,” he yelled.

The others seemed to have still been in shock because no one said anything, they were just looking at me with sad eyes, almost pitiful.

The horn sounded again and Clarisse yelled : “It seems he won’t be the only one fighting today.”

And the first line of monsters broke the treeline.

Before anyone could react however an ear piercing scream cut through the air, a horrible battle cry that left no doubt who it came from.

It was Percy's, even from tens of miles away his voice reached us.

But what followed was even worse, a loud crack, followed by a shock wave that caused me to stumble and I was standing in the cover of the castle, next the sky exploded in millions of colors and earthquake shook the ground.

The monsters froze in fear as they watched, as did we as Typhon roared and stumbled backwards, just a couple of steps - but because of his size those steps meant a couple more miles between him and us.

Roars erupted from our own army as they charged still surprised monsters.

I was about ready to join them when Piper started pulling me back into the castle.

“At least put your armor on!” she said.

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[irrfahrer]

❄ – a kiss in the snow

Ziv smelled it before she saw it. The second she woke up this morning, promptly, from one moment to another like an carnivore instinctivly reacting to the change fo scents around her, she was already sitting upright and sniffing in the air. “Wake up! It snowed! Thats the kriffing real Kriff! It snowed!”, mercilessly kicking aganst Obi-Wans feet on her way out, Ziv hastily grabbed for her tunic and threw it over before she literally sprinted out of the small broomcloset remodeled as a bedroom into the greenhouses workshop and nimbly running aorund the harvest-engines, into the orb-shaped greenhouse which lay in a layer of grey light as the whole transperisteeldome was covered with a thick layer of snow as if covered with a blanket. The Tynnan looked up and couldn´t hold back a loud laughter- she had known that the planet was stuck in a iceage, that was why they had been send to the planet to help build up warm bases of plantlife in different greenhouses to make settlers set in more comfortably, yet in the last months the iceages summer had been nothing but monthslong rainfall, storms crushing against the transperisteel domes hull like angry fits, and wet, muddy soil.

The green plants growing in their beds were quiet, moveless, as if they themself were only still sleeping as seedlings. Ziv ignored them- she was a sentient beeing, but there was somethign that was calling her outside in the snow to feel comfortable like a humanoid would only be truely comfortable and feel protected when they would sleep under a blanket. Nimbly she hopped up the stairs and opned the small gate to outside although it needed a lot of more strenght than she remembered needed becaus the weight of the snow was laying on it. The cool air was wet from the snow and felt in her nostrils as refreshing as a gulp of springwater. Uncerimionically the woman just let herelf fall forward, snoutforward in the snow and fir just a second enjoyed the damp coolness laying like a protective layer around her fur. Ziv ahd not spend a long time on Tynna as an infant, but she had still always missed this in ehr time growing up on Coruscant. Missed it like a babyblanket. Automatically she rolled on her back and started to rub the snow against her cheeks, rubbing it into her fur for it was after all a very good peltcare.

The sun above was bright, piercing in her eyes starkly, so she needed a few seconds to see Obiwan standing by the door. “Eh, you will freeze to the kriffing ground, Kenobi!”, the Tynnan mocked, hopped up, shaked the snow out of her fur and toddled back to the covered transperisteel dome- they would need to remove the snow soon so the sun could break through to the seedlings in thegreenhous, but for now Ziv only took the mans hands between her paws and rubbed them gently. They were already turning cold and were such a stark contrast to the Tynnans perfectly warm paws that had so easily adjusted to the coldness of the planet as she was made for it with ehr thick fur, the extra layer of isolating bladder between fur and muscles, and the high metabolism.

Well, humanoids metabolism and bodytemperature did not rose without a reason, the Tynnan with a very good medical training that had been teached to her since she had been a small child in the Temple, knew. She looked up, eyes shimmering mischieviously and a smile like that of a carnivore splitting her muzzle as she leaned forward and pressed a small peck on his knuckles, softly, her warm breath tickling over his skin. Then, laughing, she continued rubbing his hand between her small paws: "There, better?"

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#lightfaithed

[with-love-from-hell]

Hi please 🙏🙏🙏🙏can doc has baby

Diavolo barbatos Solomon Simeon version I beg you and if you cannot it alright

Mc now has a child: the datables reacting to it being theirs!

Find part one with the brothers here

Written for a F!Mc

Cw: mentions of pregnancy, suggestive language, implications of sex, pre-established relationships with the brothers, spoilers for lessons 16+

MINORS DNI

Diavolo

In a strange turn of events, you decided to visit him and come clean about the fact that you had his baby.

Obviously you planned ahead and had Solomon help you out with getting there -safely- because the last thing you wanted was to fall like last time.

You showed up at the castle, baby in your arms, and were greeted by a not-at-all surprised Barbatos who welcomed you in and guided you to Diavolo's office.

To your surprise, he had ALREADY turned it into a full-fledged nursery.

"Ah! Mc! I was waiting for you. Do you like it? I felt like pastel yello would be a good fit."

You are dumbfounded and stunned into silence at the sight.

"Ah, my office? I had it moved to a different room. This is the largest room in the castle thats close enough to ours."

OURS????

Straight up you almost pass out at how excited this man is.

Hes totally not bothered by the fact that you didn't say anything about it as long as you forgive him and barbatos for spying on you and finding out for themselves.

Will absolutely ask you to marry him and make a whole huge event introducing you as his queen and the heir to the throne.

He is elated to see you all dolled up in a shimmering gold dress, as well as the little red-haired tike having gold-adorned horns with a onesie that says "i got it from my mamma" that he thought was very funny.

Will also break devildom law to make you immortal. I mean he's the king now...he can do what he wants.

Expect many, MANY more kids. This man has a high sex drive and LOVES children.

Barbatos

Similar to Diavolo, Barbatos absolutely already knows you have his child, but he waits for you to tell him at your own pace.

He knows there's probably many reasons why you would keep it hidden...he's got a very demanding job, he already cares for the man child prince 24/7 in addition to the Little Ds, he's a little cold and distant...

Or maybe you just didn't want to raise your child with a demon.

Either way, though he is sad you hid it, he understands.

Eventually you will come to him, but you ask him to come spend a weekend with you in the human world.

Fortunately, Diavolo agrees! So he gets the whole weekend to prove to you he will be a good father

Once he arrives he greets you how he normally would, kissing the back of your hand and tightly embracing you.

"Mc...it's been quite some time. What kept you at such a distance?"

When you confess to him, he will not have much of a reaction, though you can tell by his wide smile that he's happy.

"May i see the little one? I'd like to sort out who they take after more."

Once he sees the baby, all bets are off. He is completely enamored by the bright teal eyes and thin antlers that hid their intensity.

He invites you back to Devildom, and Diavolo is also elated to see the baby!

Diavolo officially reduces Barb's workload to allow him more time to tend to you, and offers you both a large section of the castle to build your family.

Barbatos would also secretly find a way to make you immortal. He can always ask for forgiveness later. Besides, Diavolo really really likes you and considera you family, so i'm sure he wouldnt mind too much.

Simeon

Color him surprised when he gets a call with you well after the semester in Devildom had ended.

The last time the two of you had spoke was about a month ago, when you suddenly went completely silent.

He missed hearing your voice and seeing you over video call (despite the fact that he was very, very bad at it).

You ask him to come to the human world for a visit tomorrow, but its such short notice hes not sure if he can manage with his various different obligations to Michael.

You end up breaking down over the phone and blurting out that you had a baby.

At first he thinks you'd been unfaithful to him, and he is very upset.

But then he does the math, and remembered the last time you two made love was about 10 months ago...

Welp, now he's not upset. Now he's just CONCERNED.

He thanks you for telling him but says he needs to do some thinking about how he can navigate parenting.

After all, your relationship was pretty much forbidden. He couldn't imagine the outrage that would ensue if Michael found out you had a hybrid baby.

He ends up deciding to say "screw it," steals some forbidden fruit from the Celestial realm to give to you so you'll be immortal, and he falls.

He finds home with you temporarily in Diavolo's castle, but eventually you get a permanent residence in the House of Lamentation with the brothers, residing in your old room.

As predicted, Simeon is a wonderful parent- even as a demon. But now there is some more repairing that needs to be done between the realms...

Solomon

You manage to find Solomon with the help of Asmo using the power of the pacts.

He hadn't talked to you in months, too busy with duties to the Sorcerer's Society.

But your relationship was mostly off-again-on-again due to his unpredictability.

You weren't sure how he would take being aware he now has a child. Part of you thought he would finally settle down and stop living such a chaotic nomadic life, but another part of you was afraid he would completely abandon you.

After Asmo managed to convince him to come to RAD for a visit, he prepped you in the nicest clothes and the cutest clothes for the baby.

Asmo decided it would be fun to surprise him by having you hide in the bathroom while he presented Solomon with the mystery baby

Besides, it gave him an excuse to cuddle the cute little thing 💓

One Solomon arrives he is very, very confused.

"What is that you're holding Asmo?"

"Oh isn't it the most darling little baby you've ever seen?!"

Solomon gets suspicious. He doesn't see any horns on the baby...or wings...or a tail...had Asmo managed to knock up a human?

Wait a minute. The hair is white.

Before he can put the pieces together, you come out from the bathroom and whisper a gentle "surprise."

He is completely awestruck at the fact that this baby is his.

In all his years of life, he never pictured himself as a dad. With his immorality, he figured that it would be wise to avoid such matters.

But now that he sees it...and you looking so darling holding it...

Well, let's just say he has a change of heart.

Unlike everyone else, he will come live with you rather than you going to him- mostly because he is very Nomadic and doesn't have a stable home.

But if you also don't have a stable home, he will try to work something out with Diavolo.

He has a change of heart about settling down, though he will definitely have to do something about your mortality. But for now, he enjoys watching the small signs of aging on you.

#obey me! #obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me headcannons #obey me imagines #obey me datables #shall we date: obey me #obey me swd #obey me drabbles #headcannons #drabbles #imagines

[dakarimainink]

Connected

WARNING: 18+, smut, slight angst, splash of fluff, longing/yearning, oral female receiving, passionate fucking, multiple orgasm for female, orgasm, bodily fluids, light swearing

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x You (Reader)

Wordcount: 2.7K

Note: Not betad, all mistakes are my own.

This was a request by anon:

"Lemme start of by saying ur such a talented writer! I saw you were taking requests now so heres one. Could u write something about pedro and reader reuniting after a while apart? Smutty pls 😛 i cant stop imagining this man being a very passionate lover and wanting to show u how much he missed you in his moves. And his amazing sweet/dirty talk thats hot but also just reassures you you love eachother and ajdjdhvdusb"

I really really hope you like it 💛

Masterlist

You were at the verge of dipping off in the sofa as you waited for Pedro to return from his time away doing a movie. The wait had been longer than you had anticipated. What started as three months of being apart, had turned into a nightmare of five months instead.

You still remembered the call you had when he first told you. He said it with such a broken heart and you didn’t blame him for it either. You had cried alone in bed that night, thinking three months were hard enough.

You had managed to face-time now and then, but he was too busy with work that on the fourth month, you had given up calling him. You were patient, understanding he was hectic with trying to wrap the filming up, but you hadn’t seen his face for almost two months. All you had were the pictures you had taken together on your phone. It was bittersweet to look at them as you sat alone at night.

He was supposed to have arrived at home three hours ago, but there was still no sign of him. You had tried to text and call him but received no reply. Worry tore at your heart as you had begun pacing back and forth in the living room.

An hour later and he still hadn’t turned up. It was almost midnight and you could hardly keep yourself awake. You stumbled to the bedroom and got ready for some sleep. You opted to wear his t-shirt as you lay down in bed. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you drifted into sleep.

.

.

.

Your body jolted awake at the sound of the front door unlocking. Your heart thumped rapidly against your chest as your eyes adjusted to the dark. You tapped twice on your phone screen and saw the clock was just past three at night. You sat frozen as you tried to listen to the sounds; the familiar creak of the door and heavy footsteps crossing the threshold of your home.

You slid out of bed and walked on your tippy toes through the hall towards the entry. You stopped when you saw a dark figure standing in the hall with a big bag in hand. The figure stood frozen as it noticed you. You squinted slightly as your eyes narrowed on the face of the person in your home.

Pedro.

You jolted down the hallway and right towards him. He dropped his bag with a heavy thud and spread out his arms. You threw yourself around his neck and he pulled you up in the snuggest hug you’ve ever had. You inhaled deeply, smelling his usual earthy and warm aroma with a hint of foreign nature.

He sighed out and squeezed you gently as you stood on your tippy toes to reach around him. “God, I’ve missed you so much, mi tigresa.” He breathed out.

You felt his fingers brush through your hair soothingly. “I’ve missed you too, mi León.” You lightly sniffed, feeling tears prickle the corners of your eyes. You’ve missed his gentle voice and warm touch.

You loosened your grip around him and lowered to your heels, but he kept his arms around you and leaned down with you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and nuzzled it gently. “I’ve missed your touch, mi amor.” He inhaled deeply and kissed your neck. “I’ve missed seeing you in my shirts. I’ve missed your cooking and the way you always dance around the kitchen whenever you make food.” His hands slowly slid down your back as he kissed you again on your neck.

You intertwined your fingers into his unruly hair and chuckled at his avow. His sweet words sent shivers down your spine.

“I’ve longed for your warm hugs and gentle voice. I’ve felt cold every night I’ve gone to sleep, knowing you weren’t going to share the bed with me.” He nibbled at your neck, eliciting a breathy exhale from you. His hands lowered to your butt and he squeezed the flesh of it. “I’ve missed your perfect body.” You moaned as he kneaded your ass and gave you a love bite on the neck. “And those delicious sounds from your mouth.”

You leaned your upper body back, still standing in his grasp and cupped his cheeks. His hands slid up to your back and he stroked his thumbs back and forth. You stared into each other’s eyes and you saw the longing shimmer in his eyes. You leaned your head forward and softly kissed his lips.

He dipped into the kiss and deepened it. You bit at his plump lower lip, making him smirk. His tongue pressed between your lips and invited your tongue to a hot tango. You danced with him and wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, pressing his body closer to you. Your pulse quickened as his hands roamed down again.

“Up.” He breathed between kisses.

You hopped up and wrapped your legs tightly around his hips. His hands hooked under your thighs and you could feel a slight bulge pressing against your clothed petals. The pressure made you whimper into his mouth and your hips to move against him. He groaned and pressed his fingers into your flesh as he trailed soft kisses along your jaw before making the way to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, he sat you down on the floor and caressed your cheek. Your fingers grasped at his belt buckle as he slid out of his shirt. He tilted his head down and caught your lips. Pushing into his kiss, you pulled the belt out of the loops and threw it to the side. You immediately begun fumbling with his button and zipper.

A smirk grew on his lips as he caught your wrists. “Eager, sweetheart?”

You were already panting, zealous to feel his skin upon yours after such a long time. Your body was aching for his touch all over and a burning flickered within your gut. You wanted him. No, you needed him.

You looked up at him through your lashes with lips apart. “I just…”

“Shh… I know.” He dipped his head down and pressed his forehead against yours. “I know.” He let go of your wrists and you grasped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Your hands roamed his torso, feeling the warmth of his skin and a trembling breath escaped your mouth.

He grabbed your t-shirt, pulled it off and threw it to the side. He took a step back and admired the sight in front of him. His lustful eyes roamed every inch of your delicious frame and you noted the hardening cock in his trousers. You licked your lips and he noticed where you were looking.

“Hmm, not tonight, love.” He began and closed the gap between you. “Tonight, there is only you.” You lowered your head and bit your lower lip. He grasped your chin and tilted your head up to hold your eyes. The lust in his gaze made your mound drip and you placed an eager kiss on his lips.

Your fingers – once more – worked his button and zipper and not too long after, he stood only in his boxers in front of you. His cock was straining against the confines and all you could think about was setting it free.

He pushed you back onto the bed and together, with lips connected, you slid further up the bed. His body hovered above yours and he begun a trail of kisses along your jaw and down your throat. His hands roamed your body, squeezing and gently tickling against your skin and your body squirmed below him.

“Mmm, I’ve missed this.” He mumbled as he caught your nipple in his mouth. He gently sucked on it as his hand kneaded the other breast. He bit down into the flesh under your nipple and you inhaled sharply. A warm chuckle vibrated in his chest as he continued to trail wet and desperate kisses down your body.

Your heartbeat quickened as he closed in on your hips. His fingers dug into your thighs as he passed your aching mound. You gasped for air as his fingertips brushed over your clit. “Pedro…” You breathed.

“Patient, mi amor.” He murmured against your skin as he stood on his knees. He pulled your leg up with him as his kisses continued down your calf and to the tip of your toe. He smirked down at your heaving chest and anticipating body.

He hooked the sides of your panties and pulled them off. “Fuck…” He sighed as he saw your glistening mound. He mumbled something under his breath and you saw the hunger in his eyes. He continued his trail of kisses back up your leg, his eyes glancing at your drenched pussy as he made his way to the apex of your thigh. He nuzzled his nose in your pubic hair and inhaled deeply. He breathed out trembling.

Your back arched off the bed as he delved his tongue between your petals. You moaned when he rubbed your clit with his fingers and dipped his tongue into your cavern. He growled deep within his throat as your hips bucked up in pleasure. You bent forward as you reached for his hair. You twirled your fingers into it and lightly tugged, eliciting a moan from him. Your legs begun to tremble as the flat of his tongue pressed against your clit.

He slid two fingers into your mound and curled them up, massaging your sweet spot. He still knew every part of you, knowing how to make you move or to moan. It made his cock twitch against his boxers, knowing you were so responsive to his touch. His lips pressed around your clit and he begun to gently suck on it. You let go of his hair and leaned on your elbows, head snapped back and gasping for air. The fire within your gut swirled around before erupting into an explosion.

Your toes curled and muscles tensed as you moaned out in pleasure. Your fingers dug into the mattress and Pedro lapped up every drop; his tongue sliding along each crease and petal to have all you gave. He groaned as he finally could taste your honey once more. He had been thinking about it for months, how much he had missed it; it had driven him almost insane some nights.

He got out of bed and your head snapped up to look at him. He was licking his lips as he pulled down his boxers. Your eyes went straight to his throbbing member and your lips parted. The tip of his cock was covered in precum, glistening in the light coming through the window.

He crawled back onto the bed and bit the apex of your thigh growling. Your body lightly jerked and you both chuckled at your motion. Your body, climbing down from its high, relaxed as he crawled up your body, trailing his tongue along your skin, dipping it in your navel and up to your breasts. He caught your nipple between his lips and sucked. You breathed in deeply and exhaled shuddering with need. Sparks were flickering within your gut and all you wanted was to feel him inside you.

He nibbled on the flesh and left soft kisses around both breasts. He leaned on his elbows, hovering above you as your eyes connected. Your breath mingled as you both were awaiting the connection soon to happen.

You spread your legs wider as he pumped his cock a few times, before placing his tip by your entrance. He dipped his head down and pressed your lips together as he slowly eased himself in. You both moaned; his more of a growl than your breathy exhale. An electric shock shot through your veins as he pushed in.

Your walls opened up to him, letting him mould into your sweet cavern. Your abdomen tightened up as his tip kissed your cervix. He moved slowly in and out, his hips in a fluent and constant motion. You could feel every ridge of his cock as your walls sucked him in.

He hooked his hand around your thigh and pulled it up to his hip. His fingers caressed your flesh as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. His soft locks tickled your skin with each thrust and delicious tingles prickled through your body as he pushed in deeper with every move.

You were both feeling high as he finally was inside of you. You didn’t know your body had been aching and yearning for this man so much. You knew your mind had been in pain, but the warmth Pedro filled you with as soon as he entered you, was like stepping into a hot tub of water.

He let go of your thigh and slid his hand in between your bodies. His fingers sought out your sensitive clit, gently massaging it. The touch made your body jolt, teasing you with a close orgasm and you couldn’t help but giggle. He lifted his head and glanced at you with a smirk.

“You like that?” He asked panting. You caught your lower lip with your teeth and nodded shyly. He softly kissed your lips before he tilted his head and looked at your connected bodies, watching his cock – covered in your slick – move in and out of your sweet cavern. The sight made him moan. “Ohhhh-fffffuck…” He looked up at you and caught your eyes. He scanned your face, watching your heavy eyes, parted lips and the slight shimmer of sweat forming on your forehead.

He wrapped an arm under your back and pulled you with him as he moved back to sit on his knees. Without losing connection, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his hips. He kept his arm around your back and the other hooked behind and on your shoulder.

His cock pushed up against your cervix as he pressed your body down on him. You snapped your head back with a delicious sigh and pulled him closer. His face was buried in your chest as you circled your hips. Your fingers twirled into his hair and you tugged lightly. He bucked his hips up into you, eliciting a surprised yelp from your mouth.

His fingers pressed into your skin. “Oh Y/N… fuck…” He murmured against your chest. He assisted you in your movements, stabilising your body as you rode him with fervent passion. “You have no idea…” He breathed, leaving hot kisses on your breasts. “How much I’ve missed the warmth of you.” He caught your nipple and gently sucked on it, before nibbling on the flesh around.

You continued to move your hips, feeling your body beginning to tighten. “Pedro…” You moaned. “I’ve missed this too. Fuck…” Your abdomen begun to tighten and you tugged at his hair, making him tilt his head back. You held his gaze with desire. “Don’t leave me for this long again, please.” You begged quietly.

He barely shook his head. “Never.” He whispered.

You dipped your head down and claimed his lips. Softly and passionate at first, but the fiery surge grew within you both and you pressed each other close as he thrusted into your circling hips. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead on your chest as his hips bucked up in a desperate motion.

Your body tightened around him as fire and electricity shot through your veins. You cried out in pleasure as your walls tightened around his still moving cock. He grunted out as he thrusted again and again, painting your walls with his hot cum.

You both stilled as sweat ran down your bodies and your muscles trembled from the high. You heaved for air as you felt your head swim. His fingers were caressing your back soothingly before he pulled you into a tight hug, letting out a satisfied sigh.

He tilted his head back and looked up at you through his lashes. You dampened your lips with your tongue before dipping your head and tenderly kissed his lips.

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