#and making flower crowns cause of course they are

[my-insanity-is-an-artform]

Woe, Crack Baby Shitten au be upon thee.

(@bamsara 's little doodle of Nari being dubbed Cult Babysitter and holding a little lamb irrevocably changed my brain chemistry. So of course, I'm now making it everyone else's problem with the headcanon that Narinder is good with children of all ages.)

A couple of months before Lamb gets captured, they meet another lamb or a very small flock that have to split up very quickly after meeting since there's more chance of the lamb species surviving if they aren't all together. In the meeting, Lamb agrees to try continue the lamb species and gets pregnant via *magic* or afab.

Of course, all of the lambs are captured and killed with Lamb being the last, still a few months away from giving birth.

But then they are chosen and resurrected by The One Who Waits.

Fun fact: a fetus can survive for a few minutes after the death of the carrier. (Also this is a world with magic and gods in it. Logic means nothing to me.)

Lamb starts their cult, crusades across the lands and meets all sorts of allies and enemies. All while quietly mourning their entire species and the child that never would be.

Right up until they go into labour.

The baby is lamb through and through with soft wool, wide eyes, tiny cloven hooves and floppy ears.

But the influence of the crown is blazingly obvious since the baby's wool is jet black and they have three red eyes.

I can't tell which would be funnier. Lamb giving birth in The Lonely Shack or while they are physically in The Gateway just post-beating Leshy. Like they were in active labour right throughout fighting Leshy and had no idea. Either way, it's Shocked Pikachu .jpeg all around. (My fucking KINGDOM for a doodle of this.)

Various dot point shenanigans under the cut

There are two ways to go about this. But either way, Baby is not staying in the Cult. Too dangerous, especially if word gets to the Bishops about there being another lamb. So Lamb can and will speed-run this shit. So it takes them about 4-6 years to fully defeat the Bishops.

Baby stays with Ratau:

Lamb goes and yells at TOWW. They are panicking because they have no idea how to raise a probably-half-god baby.

Narinder has no idea what happened right up until Lamb comes in screaming about him being a Baby Daddy and child support.

Ratau is Grandpa now. This is his fate. He embraces the Grandpa life.

Baby learns how to play knucklebones before they can speak.

Shrumy tries to wager with Lamb/Ratau for the whole Baby. Once and only Once.

Baby's first word is dice. Or die.

Baby worships TOWW, but they are a Baby and don't really comprehend worship so the small shrine gets a lot of flowers, neat rocks and some drawings. Narinder always gives a lot of gold for them. And No, it's not favouritism. Shut up.

Baby knows curses. This is concerning for everyone except Baby.

Baby gets a little TOWW doll. It's their favourite, it goes everywhere with them and washing it is a nightmare for everyone involved.

Baby is jokingly referred to as TOWW's most Devoted Follower because of the doll.

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When Baby is not so baby, they make stuff out of their wool for TOWW and for his disciples. Or asks their parent to help them make stuff.

Cue Lamb awkwardly giving the three some very wonky scarves or hats.

Baal loves it.

Aym refuses to take his off. Ever.

Narinder is actually upset cause his doesn't fit. He's too big. He had to wear it like a little ring.

Or Baby stays/is brought to the Gateway ala Aym and Baal situation:

If Lamb gives birth in the Gateway, everyone is getting a free midwifery education and free trauma. The cats want a refund.

Ya know when a baby instinctively clasps their little hand around a finger and it's like a crime to pull away? That but with Narinder's big ass claw that Baby can only barely cling to.

Aym cries the first time he holds Baby.

Baal straight-up refuses to give Baby back for a good hour.

Lamb visits at least once a day.

Lamb also brings baby things since a baby will do what a baby will do.

Depending on how old Aym and Baal were when they were gifted, Narinder is either learning all of this for the first time or is reminded of how challenging baby care can be.

Narinder purrs = a zonked Baby.

Baby's first word is Vessel.

Baby is taught to fight. Lamb doesn't like it but accepts it.

Baby has a little lamb doll. It is only due to the fact the afterlife doesn't have dirt that they avoid the nightmare of trying to wash it.

Baby is jokingly referred to as TOWW's most Devoted Follower since they refuse to be parted with him for long.

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Lamb teaches Baby about being a lamb and if Aym and Baal join in, well who are they to deny their child's only friends/guardians this?

Narinder and Lamb figure out how to get Baby to teleport to the Living World and Baby gets to visit Grandpa Ratau.

Post-game shenanigans.

Narinder: Give me back my crown. Lamb: Ok. Sure. Narinder: I will now sacrifice my most devoted follower (the Lamb) for my freedom. Lamb: *Kill Bill sirens*

Lamb somehow doesn't kill Aym and Baal and instead kidnaps them via Indoctrination Circle out of spite/ reluctance to hurt them.

Narinder feels betrayed that the Lamb would refuse like this and kidnap his acolytes. He was going to resurrect them! He can't fully commit to raising a child while being the God of Death.

Lamb feels betrayed that Narinder would want to kill their child. After all they've been through together! After the way they saw him treat Baby with such gentleness and now he wants to kill them?!

This comes out in the very final moments right before Lamb goes to give the final blow.

Narinder: You are a vengeful false idol and a traitor! Lamb: At least I'm not a monster who wanted to kill my own child! Narinder: Wait. What.

This devolves into a massive argument with divorced-couple vibes.

Narinder is insulted and a bit hurt they thought he would kill his own child.

Lamb is hurt that Narinder would just demand their sacrifice without even talking to them about the whole situation.

Either way the lesson learned is Narinder needs to be more blunt and Lamb needs to not jump to conclusions.

So they are left with a newly usurped Narinder and a newly crowned Lamb. Oops.

Baby is with Ratau when all of this is going down.

Baby is happy their family is all together properly. Baby is Not Happy about this whole cult thing demanding attention from Their Baba.

The Cult is baffled by the sight of their leader with both a baby and a Spouse? Bitterly Divorced Ex? Estranged Co-parent?! What ever it is, most of them have elected not to touch the whole situation with a 10ft barge pole.

Baby learns what the word Father is and how that word refers to Narinder.

Baby calls Narinder Father/Papa/Daddy. Instant KO.

Narinder somehow gains a small hoard of children that like to follow him. Baby Does Not Approve.

Baby also Does Not Approve of this newly formed rift between their parents.

Cue Parent Trap level of Shenanigans.

Aym and Baal are recruited.

The Hoard of Children are recruited. Baby now Slightly Approves.

Narinder and Lamb have an Actual Conversation after the 18th time they get locked in the confessional together.

This of course evolves into Narilamb.

Bishops are saved from purgatory.

Despite all attempts otherwise, Baby is introduced to them.

Shocked Pikachu .jpeg x4

Maybe after a few more years, not-so-baby Baby wants a sibling.

This got so much longer than I thought but yes. Shitten Shenanigans: Accidental Child Acquisition flavoured.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #Shitten Shenanigans Au #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #narilamb #true devotion #Cotl Aym #Cotl Baal #Cotl Ratau #accidental child acquisition #at least on Narinder's part #long post #I once again do not go here #this got longer than I thought it would #Bam's brain is SO wrinkled and I want to lick it

[goosita]

first of all i love you. really. everything that you're writing is making my life so much better, so thank u <3 if that's okay for u, could you write something where reader is a single mom, she has a little girl and her daughter is very attached to billy? and it's the most sweetest thing ever cause billy loves her, calls her little princess (very sweet tooth 😭) one night, her daughter asks billy to read a storie for her to sleep and he does so and in the end, she says something like "i wish you were my dad" and it's just so cute and funny cause she gagged everyone, reader is like "babe!!!!" while billy is in shock but at the same time his heart is melting 🥺🥺 (sorry if this is too much, just write if u want!)

oh im. gonna cry and sob and piss everywhere this is the sweetest softest thing ive ever read yes oh my god

billy would be so so sweet with your daughter, especially if she was around 4-6 years old. at first you were worried that a man like him wouldn’t want anything to do with a single mother, especially one as young as you. but he never asked you to explain, and never judged you for it. all he ever did was treat you like a queen, and your daughter like a princess.

and your little girl is just enamored with him. she follows after him like a little duckling, so much so that billy starts to call her “ducky”. it makes her giggle every single time, always makes billy smile all warm and fond. they get on like a house on fire, your man and your baby girl. billy teaches her things like how to ride a horse, how to tie all kinds of knots, how to rope a little goat even. your daughter tells you one evening, her little face very serious, that she thinks “billy knows everything, mama. everything!” you want to let her believe it for as long as possible.

on this particular day, all 3 of you had spent the day together. billy had showed up bright and early to take you for a picnic out in a meadow behind your house, a daylong excursion that lasted until the sun slowly set. it was late spring, cicadas beginning to sing in the tall grass. once it got dark outside, billy pulled out a jar and showed your daughter how to catch fireflies. once they had about 10 of them, they sat on the blankets with their heads ducked together to observe them, giving each one a unique name.

“let’s call this one tommy,” she says, pointing at a bug near the bottom.

“perfect name, ducky. how’d you get so good at this?”

your little girl giggles, shrugging and letting billy name the next one. it makes your heart so happy to see a man with so much patience and love for your daughter.

when you finally return to the house, it’s time to get your kid ready for bed. tired and pliant from her long day outside catching bugs and weaving flower crowns (that of course billy taught her how to do), she goes down without much of a fight. she does ask billy to stay and tell her a bedtime story, though, and he’s never been one to deny that sweet little face whatever she wants.

you half-listen as billy spins some wild tale about a princess who slay dragons herself, one who doesn’t need a prince to come and rescue her. she’s strong and brave and guess what? she looks just like your little girl, same hair color and little lilac colored dress. his story makes her smile, even as her sleepy eyes begin to blink more slowly. when he finishes, he leans down to kiss her forehead softly and tuck her blanket around her small little body.

“i wish you were my daddy,” she murmurs sleepily, rubbing her eye with one small fist. you see billy freeze and slowly look to you, unsure what to say.

“oh, baby—“ you start, taking a step forward. billy gently cuts you off, which you welcome, not sure what to tell her.

“you know, ducky, sometimes i wish that too,” he whisper conspiratorially. her eyes light up curiously.

“really?” she asks, looking up at him.

“mhm,” he says with a nod. “but i think this little thing we have going here is even more special. you know why?”

she waits for an answer, eyes full of curiosity and wonder at the man sitting on the edge of her bed.

“because i didn’t help to give you life, life gave you and me to each other. and that’s pretty special, don’t you think?”

your little girl smiles, nodding her head. you swallow hard, your eyes feeling a little misty at the way he loves your baby and she loves him. it’s so pure, so unconditional the way they’ve attached themselves to each other.

billy smiles at her and brushes her hair away from her face, giving her chubby cheek a soft caress.

“sweet dreams, baby girl.”

“goodnight billy,” she says with a little yawn, snuggling down into her pillow. billy blows out the oil lamp beside her bed, following you out of her bedroom and closing the door softly.

“i’m sorry if i overstepped, i didn—“ he’s cut off by you grabbing his face and pulling him down into a dizzying kiss. you smile against his mouth when he doesn’t hesitate for even a second to kiss you back, his arms winding around your waist to pull you closer.

“thank you,” you whisper when you finally break away for air. “for loving both of us, for taking care of us.”

“sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me for that. i’ll always be here to take care of my two best girls,” he says with a grin, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “and who knows? maybe one day soon you’ll let me put a ring on that pretty little finger and that little girl in there can call me whatever she wants.”

#oh im sobbing this is so sweet #lowkey i wanna make a series now of little moments with billy and reader’s little girl #anon #billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid x you #tom blyth #tom blyth x reader

[strawberriescherrieskiwi]

His Eyes is on the Sparrow

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Description: Your best friend was hurting and if he had to hurt you to feel better you would gladly let him. You loved him and there was nothing you would deny Laurie Laurence.

A/N: Soo.... it's been a month since my last fic. I've been in the Laurie mood and wanted to write something a bit darker than usual. I hope you all enjoy and let me know if you want to see more darkish fics from me.

Warning: DarkLaurie, smut, biting, bruising, rough sex, slight breeding kink, humiliation, manipulation, dacryphilia, possessive. Dubcon. Laurie is an asshole and a sad boy. Probably forgotten something.

“Amy, do you think we can make flower crowns for my wedding?” You asked from your place on the floor in Laurence’s living room where you two sat making flower crowns with Demi and Daisy.

“Are you getting married?” Meg asked from her place on the sofa, knitting a scarf.

“No. Well, someday I will marry, of course. I want a winter wedding with snow and winter flowers. And I would love to marry at night. A dress that has little snowflakes on it,” you said wistfully.

Meg giggled softly, “Do you have a groom in mind as well?” She asked.

“A knight in shining armor?” Amy teased.

“Not a knight, just someone sweet. That makes me laugh and want to build a family together,” you said, your mind flickered to Laurie for a moment before shaking your head.  “No groom.”

Laurie did not see you that way. He was not a knight at all. If you never married it would be because of Laurie. He was possessive of you, but he didn’t love you at all.  You were more of a doll for him to play with and discard once he was done with you.

It’s been like that for years. Ever since Jo broke his heart, his feelings about you changed. You were only a year older than Laurie and when you were a teenager your parents died. As your family and the Lawerance family were close, his grandfather took you in.

You and Laurie were close friends. He was your best friend and even though Jo was his, you never minded. Even as you fell in love with him, you stayed silent. Until Meg’s wedding and he was rejected. Laurie changed after that. Your relationship hasn’t been the same.

“Ah. Did your mind go somewhere? Thinking about someone?” Meg’s voice broke through.

“No no. I was thinking about peonies and if they would go well with baby’s breath,” you said smiling softly at her.

“For a bouquet? Maybe you are secretly seeing someone?” Amy gasped, causing both Demi and Daisy to laugh.

“Oh, my? Is that why you won’t let me set you up with one of John’s friends?” Meg asked. “I can’t believe you have a sweetheart and keeping him to yourself?” She said, shoving your shoulder playfully.

“No. I swear I am not seeing anyone. You two would be the first to know,” you assured them, though you couldn’t stop your face from flaming.

“So, no late-night kissing? Or sweet whispering in your ears?” Amy teased.

Demi giggled making kissing noises, causing all of you to laugh. Your face heated more, and you looked down on your crowns placing one on Daisy’s head and one on Demi. “You all will not be invited when I do marry,” you mumbled.

“I will be the maid of honor,” Meg countered.

“Bridesmaid for me of course,” Amy added.

“I hate you both,” you whined covering your face. You groan when they only laugh more. You couldn’t help the slight smile on your face.  You loved the Marches and were forever grateful for their friendship.

The front door slammed cutting off the laughter at once. Amy jumped dropping her flower crowns as a soaking wet Laurie walked into the living room. Looking up your smile left your face when you saw him.

“Laurie?” You questioned softly, getting to your feet. “Are you all, right?” A dumb question. He was never all right, but you still always asked.

Laurie, for his part, just scoffed and made his way towards the study. The door slammed soon behind him. You deflated a bit at his response. Even if you were used to it, the hurt never went away. You wiped your hands on your skirt before turning back to the girls.

“It seems Laurie got caught in the rain and it’s affecting his mood,” you said, trying to lighten the mood he just created.

Amy scoffed. “Or maybe it is Laurie’s mood affecting the weather. He has done nothing but pout, drink, and make a fool of himself. It has been close to 3 years since he was rejected. He must get over it.” She ranted, loud enough for Laurie to hear.

“Amy, please-“ You started, glancing towards the closed door.

“No. No. Don’t Amy me. You are much too good to continue to stay here and put up with him. You could come stay with me, or Meg. Hell, anyone would be better than him. He is out of control. If you spend all your time looking after a manchild, you’ll never meet someone that you wish to marry.”

“Amy,” You shouted, frowning at her. “Enough, please.”

Meg stood, ushering her children over to her side. “Amy, perhaps it best we leave? The weather is awful, and we should get home before it is too bad.” She paused glancing between the pair of you, who were glaring each other down, before she settled on you. “Why don’t you come stay with us tonight? Have a sleepover like when we were younger?” She suggested with a kind smile.

You offered one in return and grasped her hands. “That would be wonderful, Meg, but I will have to take a raincheck.”

“Of course, you will,” Amy mumbled under her breath.  “We worry. Laurie is not the same anymore.”

Meg sighed but nodded. She moved closer to whisper so the children wouldn’t hear. “He is not hurting you, is he?” she asked, worriedly.

You took in both their worried expression and softened slightly. You pulled them both into hugs. “You two are my dearest friends, thank you for the concern. But Laurie is still our Laurie. He would never and has never hurt me.”

“Are you sure? You had a bad bruise a week ago, you could barely handle a hug.” Meg reminded you.

You internally winced but externally you just smiled. “And I was telling the truth when I said I fell out of the bed. It’s embarrassing but completely true. You both know I am a clumsy thing. Something I hope my future husband can put up with,” you laughed.

They both chuckled along with you. “You are a walking magnet to accidents,” Amy said. You sighed as they both hugged you once more and bid you goodbye. You walked them to the door, closing it softly behind them.

Once alone you laid your head on the door. Taking deep breaths. You hated lying to your friends, but they really were worried about nothing. You could handle Laurie, you had to handle Laurie, and you loved him.

A hand tangled in your hair and roughly pulled your hair back. You gasped and stiffened as a warm, and still-soaking, body pressed against yours. A chuckle vibrated from his chest to your back as he buried his face in the side of your neck.

“So sweet of them to be concerned. So sweet of you to defend me,” Laurie mumbled, biting your neck roughly.  “Don’t invite them over anymore,” he growled out.

You whimpered but nodded. “I’m sorry. The time got away from us,” you added.

Laurie just hummed, letting you go and walking away. The house was silent beside his footsteps as they echoed down the hall, back to his study. You couldn’t believe you didn’t hear him coming first. You could always hear him as he moved around the house. Maybe he wanted you to hear him sometimes. Wanting to build your anxiety while you waited for him to come into your room at night.

You took a deep breath. Your heart was beating wildly, and you needed to get yourself under control and follow him before he became more annoyed than he already was. Taking a moment more to settle yourself, you followed him into his office.

Closing the door behind you, you turned to face Laurie. He leaned against his desk a half-empty glass of Whiskey in his hand as he stared darkly at you. You made brief eye contact, but you always had to look away. His look terrified you and excited you at the same time.

“Come here, little sparrow.” His words were soft, almost affectionate, but you knew the truth. It was an order and a false lure to get you to him.

You’ve both done this dance before, but you always followed his lead. The worst and best dance partner you ever had. The only one if things continue the way they were between the two of you.

“Would you like a refill, Laurie?” You asked, walking deeper into the room. The rain outside picked up, along with thunder and flashing lightning, which served as the only light in the room besides a small candle by the unlit fireplace.

“I’ll take another. And pour one for yourself,” he said, crossing his ankles in front of him.

You took the glass and quickly refilled it and made yourself one. You walked back over to Laurie, passing him the glass. He offered you a cruel smile before gesturing towards the ground in front of him.

At once you kneeled, looking up at him. “What do you need, Laurie,” you asked sincerely. You were stupid and in love and would do anything for him.

Laurie was aware. Or at least you assumed he was. You hoped he was. That he didn’t think you would do the things you did with him with just anymore. It was different because it was him.

“I need you to do what you do best, little sparrow,” he whispered, grabbing your chin, and sweetly caressing your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut at the touch and you leaned into his hand, into his warmth.

Laurie was silent for a moment as he looked at you. Something moved in his heart and his wet pants tightened. He chose to ignore one in light of the other. Downing his drink he squeezed your chin, digging his nails into it.

You gasped, opening your eyes to stare up at him. Pain swam in your eyes. Anger and lust in his. “Open your sweet little mouth and suck my cock,” he said, finishing his order.

Nodding once you take a long sip of your glass before placing it on the ground. And then you were removing his shoes and socks, then his pants and underwear. Your eyes traveled up to his. “You should get out of your shirt as well. You’ll get sick,” you said.

Laurie rolled his eyes but nodded. Smiling you stood and undid his layers of shirts and tossed them aside. Your hand moved to his hair, it was soaked still, and you wished to ask him to dry it first, but you weren’t going to poke the bear.

“Mouth. Cock. Now,” he reminded you.

Without complaint, you got back on your knees and stare at his cock. It was beautiful and you hated that you thought so. You doubt all cocks looked like this, but this one was Laurie so, of course, you loved it.

“So pretty,” you mumbled, wrapping your hand around it, and giving it a few pumps, squeezing your hand slightly.

Laurie groaned and closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at you, lest he blows his load too quickly. He’s had you on your knees dozens of times now, but you never cease to look at his cock with such innocent wonder that slowly bleeds into eager determined lust.

Bracing one hand on his thigh, you placed sweet kisses along the sides of his cock. Laurie groaned and precum dripped down from his head. Your tongue was quickly there to lick it away.

You were always so sweet and soft with him. Laurie hated it. He hated how you took care of him. He hated that you let him do these things to you. He hated that you enjoyed them. The thought that you would enjoy them with someone else pissed him off. Annoyed now, Laurie slapped your cheek. “Enough. Since you can’t listen, open.”

Pouting you sat back on your ankles, putting your hands on your own thighs and opening your mouth as asked. Laurie hated your eagerness. He hated how much he loved it and how tight his chest got. Grabbing your hair roughly, Laurie jerked your head back and shoved his cock down your throat.

Your throat spammed and your eyes watered. You struggled against his hold as panic filled your body. “Relax,” he said harshly.

The control Laurie had over your body frightened you sometimes. You instantly relaxed and tightened your lips around his cock. Your eyes flickered up to Laurie’s seeing him already looking down at you.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he forced his cock deeper down your throat. You choked around him. Drool and pre-come dripped down your chin. His grip tightened on your hair and started to fuck your throat faster.

“Such a good little sparrow. Love when I force my cock down your throat don’t you?” He groaned. You nodded, making eye contact with him again. You shifted on the ground, trying to rub your thighs together to get friction.

He smirked when he noticed you shifting. “Having problems, Sparrow?” He teased, pulling his cock free from your mouth. You choked and took deep breaths trying to get air back into your lungs.

Giving you a moment, he turned and threw everything on his desk onto the floor. His glass broke but he didn’t so much as flinch. Laurie leaned down grabbing your glass. “Drink,” he said, patting your hair as you did. “Good girl,” he praised.

You flushed and finished off your glass. The moment you sat it down your glass Laurie was pulling you up and tearing your clothes off your body. You let him, staring at him with hooded eyes.

Once he had you undressed, he stood back for a moment and started at you. You flushed more under his gaze. Your hands moved to cover yourself, but Laurie grabbed your wrist, pulling you flush against him.

“Don’t even try to hide from me. You understand me?” He spat at you.

You nodded. Your heart beating quickly. There was no way he did not feel it. You wonder once again. Was Laurie aware of your feelings for him? Did he know you would let him do anything to you?

 His glares deepened. “Words. Use your words.”

“Yes. I won’t hide from you.” You’ll only hide the things he didn’t want to know or see.

“Good little sparrow.” Laurie cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. His mouth devoured yours completely. Closing your eyes, you wrapped the arm that wasn’t still locked in his grip around his neck pulling him closer.

Laurie bites your lips making you moan. Using your moan, Laurie shoved his tongue down your throat. Feeling daring you bit his tongue. Instantly, he pulled away. Breathing hard he stared at you his lips twitching almost until a smile.

“Did you just bite me, Sparrow?” He asked. His voice was somewhere between amused and turned on.

“Sorry,” you said. Though honestly, you were not sorry in the slightest. Maybe at some point, you did these things with him for his benefit, but now you were purely selfish. You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. You wanted Laurie in ways that women shouldn’t want men. Your mother and all your friends would be ashamed of you.

Laurie chuckled. “Are you sorry? Have I turned my sweet little sparrow into a little deviant?” He shoved you away, pushing you towards his desk and bending you over. “A little whore that craves this? Craved being treated like Harlot?”

Your face burned but you didn’t counter his words. “Laurie don’t call me that,” you said instead in a small voice.

Laurie rubbed along your soaking slit. You jumped at his touch, and he chuckled. “Don’t call me that,” he mocked. “Why not? That is what you are is it not? Letting me fuck you. Bend you over and do the worst things to you? And you love it. You are fucking soaking for me.”

You whimpered. “Laurie please.” You were unsure if you were begging for him to stop talking. To fuck you. Or a combination of the two.

“Please. Fuck you beg so prettily.” Laurie lined his cock up, pressing slightly against your cunt. You whined clenching around him. “Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please, Laurie.”

He scoffed, landing a hard slap to your ass. “You can fucking do better. You want my cock in your little greedy cunt so fucking act like it.” His hand came down on your ass repeatedly.

Tears streamed down your face. “Laurie, I need you so bad. Please, Laurie, f-fuck me. I need you. I need nothing but you,” you sob.

Laurie pressed you harder against the desk. He grabbed your hips and pressed his cock into you. He groaned as he slowly bottomed out and laid his chest against your back. “See? Was that too hard?”

You moaned shamelessly as he spread you open. “Laurie, fuck me.”

“You little whore,” he growled, pulling out and thrusting back into you so hard you moved against the desk.  “Asking me to fuck you? Who are you?” He asked, slapping your ass.

“Laurie,” you cried. The sound of your wet slick filled the room along with his balls slapping against your ass. Your body was sweaty, and you laid your hand on the desk, gripping the edges.

“Fucking crying for me? Fuck, I love when you cry,” he said, biting your shoulder. “Should I bruise you more? See all the stories you’ll come up with to defend me? Tell them you fall down the stairs. Or maybe tripped in the kitchen.” He laughed.

You squeezed around his cock, sobbing more as you quickly approached your release. Reaching between the two of you, Laurie pinched your clit harshly. “Are you a whore for everyone? Am I special?” He asked.

“Only you, Laurie. You and only you,” you assured him through your tears.

“Really? Do you fucking love me?” He asked, grabbing your hair, and pulling you both up. His hand grabbed your breast roughly and pulled and twisted your nipple.

You squirmed away from him. “Hurts, stop it.”

“I know it hurts, but you’re going to let me hurt you because you love me,” he repeated as if he needed to be sure. You sobbed, dropping your hand on his shoulder, closing your eyes, and riding his cock.

Laurie bit every available skin he could as he continued to fuck deeper and rougher. He hated that you didn’t answer him. He hated that he wanted to know. “Fucking answering me?” He growled, pulling out of you completely and tossing you onto the ground.

He manhandled you into your hands and knees and drove back inside of you digging his nails into your hips. Your things shook as you came. A cry of his name chanted out of your mouth.

You tightened making it near impossible for him to fuck you, but he was determined to cum deep inside of you. You whimpered oversensitive and wanted nothing more than to nap, but you didn’t complain.

“I love you,” you whispered, closing your eyes, and moaning as he had his way with you, humped back on his cock.

“Fucking course you do. You’re a good little sparrow. Only letting me use you because you love me. Tell me again?” He ordered.

“I love you.”

“Again,” he shouted, slapping your thighs. His cock pulsed and he started to lose his rhythm.

“I love you,” you repeated.

Laurie moaned and drove his cock deeper inside of you as he painted your insides with his seed. He thrust for a few more minutes before slowly pulling out of you and dropping next to your spent body on the floor.

You both lay on the floor trying to catch your breath. You were shaking slightly and slowly sat up to look for your clothes. Laurie grabbed your upper arm and pulled you down, holding you against his chest.

“And where do you think you are going?” He said running his nose along your shoulder. “Do you have someone else to meet? So, another man can spill himself inside of you?” He spoke casually, but his grip tightened with each word.

“There is no one, Laurie. No one else,” you said. “Now please allow me to get clean up. Your grandfather can come home at any moment and can’t find us like this.”

Laurie ignored you. He flipped you both over until you were under him. Spreading your legs, he thrust back inside of you. “Let him find us,” he said, staring down at you.

“No. Laurie, I’m tired,” you said.

“Then push me away. If you are so tired and you don’t want this, push me away,” He teased, grabbing your hips, and forcing you down on his cock over and over. You just moaned holding onto his wrist and opening your legs wider.

“My sweet little sparrow. Your cunt feels so good around me,” he groaned fucking you faster. “I’m already so close, fuck.”

“Me too,” you panted. Your body ached and you were sticky, but you couldn’t take your eyes off Laurie. His green eyes bore into yours and his hair fell into his face. He glowed in the poorly lit room, and you couldn’t love him more. “Laurie, I love you.”

“I know,” he groaned leaning down and connecting your lips. Laurie came first with you following seconds behind, your bodies tightly pressed together. “You really shouldn’t let me cum inside. Unless you want my child.” He said, kissing your shoulder and pulling back to stare down at you.

“Is that what you want? Me getting you swollen with my children. Should I give you a child, keep you to myself? Full of my cum and my children.” Laurie pushed your wet hair out of your face and wiped your tears.

“Laurie-“

“Hush little sparrow. I’ll take care of you. You and our children. Make you my whore permanently.”

“I don’t want that,” you argued weakly.

“You want marriage. A winter wedding, right?” He asked, pulling out. “Fuck look at my cum run down your thighs, beautiful sight,” he said.

You whimpered, closing your legs. “You were listening?”

“Of course, I was. Don’t close your legs,” he said, pinching your thigh. Your legs opened at his words. “You want that, but you love me. So, you’ll do what I want I tell you, won’t you sparrow.”

“Always.”

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[lumilovessmut]

BEYOND THE VEIL OF HUMANITY

PRINCE BAIZHU X PRINCESS READER

Trigger warnings: Monster-fucking, innocent shy reader, reader is kinda naïve and innocent, nicknames such as dear, sweetheart, love, breeding kink, slight yandere themes, olden Chinese time period, established relationship, dom-sub dynamics, penetration.

A/n: Hey loves!! It's Lumi here, as promised this week's post is here hope you all like it! I have exams but I still wanted to entertain you guys lmao :0

Sry guys I'm going on a hiatus till May

Credits: This painting belongs to a Vietnamese artist on Facebook named Kyomon.

https://www.facebook.com/kyomon54?mibextid=2JQ9oc

Word Count: 2.17K

Upload date: 4th, February, 2024

MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!

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To get married was the duty of all nobles, especially all princes and princesses of Liyue. Prince Baizhu was no exception in this matter, his good looks, his intellectuality, his manners and etiquettes and his looks were always envied by the young men of the nobles and was the pride of the Emperor of Liyue. Born to His Majesty the Emperor and Her Majesty the Empress, the Crown Prince of Liyue was to be wedded with the Princess of the neighbouring kingdom. Though Prince Baizhu had no interest in this marriage whatsoever, however due to his duty and responsibility he had reluctantly agreed to meet with you. This however was both his worst yet best decision. A young lady in her early twenties, whose hanfu was a pretty pale pink colour with embroidered cherry blossom, oh how did you know that it was his favourite flower, of course it became his favourite flower after he saw you, your cheeks dusted pink, your hair done in a cute bun with braids and a hairpin with the same cherry blossom pattern. Your lips looked like fresh apple found in the cold mountains, oh how badly he wanted to kiss them, wanted to taste them, wanted them to utter only his name, only you can do so not even his father calls his first name.

"Greetings your Highness the Crown Prince, its a pleasure to meet you", you say in your voice and the way Baizhu wanted to hear that voice screaming and moaning in pleasure, the way you would sound so angelic under him in his chambers, making sure that no one dares to even see you in your eyes. "Ah yes, the pleasure is mine too, please do have a seat" he gestured you to sit down, you thanked him and sat down. "My, would I have known that my bride-to-be would such a beauty I would have already gotten married to you by now, but I guess this is also for the better, you need to have a grand marriage", he said while eying you like a predator would eye it's prey. "Please your Highness you must have seen more beauties than me, I am not beautiful to the extent you seem to praise me", oh, Baizhu was melting as you spoke, is that a blush he notices? My you truly were a innocent naïve princess, HIS princess. He so badly wanted to corrupt you, would you know how to pleasure him? How would you react when you see he has not one but two cocks that are as big as your face, oh how surprised would you be? Would you be scared or shocked? My this was his worst but best decision in his life.....

After months of engagement and procession and procedure for getting married, Baizhu couldn't wait to have you because today was the only night were he would sleep all alone, cause from tomorrow he would sleep with his one and only wife, he took an oath that he would never take in another concubine or mistress no matter the circumstances, that's why his mother carefully choose the bride for her beloved son, the one and only Crown Prince of Liyue. At last, it was the auspicious day, his wedding day, he couldn't get a minute of sleep because all he wanted to do was to see you in your bridal clothes in the bridal chamber patiently waiting for him. You have been getting ready since dawn, the courtesans giving you expensive facials and a luxurious bath, and they took more than 4 hours to do your make-up. Of course everything had to be perfect, after all you are becoming the one and only Crown Princess of Liyue. Finally they brought you out in the sedan chair and took you to the palace. The Empress personally visited you, giving you a hairpin, which was a the heirloom of her family, it symbolised fertility and good fortune. The moment had finally arrived, when he saw you in the red bridal wear, all he ever wanted to do was eat you right there. Oh, my he could see your cheeks were dusted pink, was it because of him? Was it because you are going to become his wife? Was it because you are going to carry his babies? Be a good girl to him? A good mother to his babies? Fuck just imagining you round with his babies? Begging him that it's too much? Or will you ask for more, once he has got you addicted to his taste, his scent, his voice, his cum? Oh, what would you do if you found out what he truly was??

The wedding and reception went without a hitch and the whole time he was starting at you, what would your face look like when finally he could remove the red veil covering your beautiful face. The whole country was celebrating for you both, but all his thoughts were about all about you. It was time for him to enter the bridal chamber, when we entered, he just froze in his place, the way you were shyly sitting on the seat, waiting for him, once you noticed his presence you hurried and stood up, bowing your head slightly. "Did I make you wait, my dear?" Baizhu asked in his calm and warm tone, "N-no your Hi-Highness the Crown Prince", "Hmm seems like I scare my wife tut-tut, now we can't have that darling", he slowly approached you and lifted your veil, and the way his breath hitched, the way he wanted to breed you, the way he wanted to reveal his true secrets to you, cause he knew that you are truly innocent. "My dear, we should drink the wine, for a happy married life", he pours two cups of wine, the both of you link your hand and drink the fruit wine.

"Blehh, I hate wine!!!", you tried to hide your disgust but you couldn't handle it. Baizhu laughed at you. "Looks like my dear wife cannot handle a little bit of liquor", you blushed at his words. "Now my wife, shall we get to the main part of the wedding, my favourite part of it", Baizhu slowed walked towards you and you by instinct walked back. He looked like a predator coveting it's prey, under the warm light cast by the lanterns and the candles added an extra layer of mysteriousness to him. He looked like a flower a beautiful one at that, but he seemed dangerous to approach, like you could get poisoned or worse get addicted to it, to HIM. Your mother, always knew someone of high status was going to marry you, but you hoped and prayed everyday for a husband who is handsome but more importantly willing to take only you in. "Y/n, eyes & thoughts on only me from now on", Baizhu whispered in your ears suddenly, you flinched and turned up to meet his eyes, which were sparkling like jewels and the slit in them reminded you of snakes. "Your Highn-", "Y/n can I kiss you? please I have been wanting to do so since I met you", you were shocked to hear that, you both will have to fulfil your duties as husband and wife so you slowly nodded yes. Within a second Baizhu was on your lips like a starved man, your lips were his oasis which cured this thirst he has been having ever since he saw you, his tongue slowly entered your mouth, but it felt weird, that's when your eyes shot up to stare at Baizhu, he was-wasn't a human but rather a, "I guess my dear dear wifey found out about me, hmm do you want to know what your dear husband his love?" You nodded scared to know the royal secrets, will you die after this? was this is the end of the life which had not even begun? "Y/n do not worry, you won't die after you know this, cause it's only you and I who will know it. I'm not human, I'm a half snake hybrid, scared of me love?" He knew actually you would be scared....

"Baizhu, will this hurt me? Will you being a snake hybrid pose a threat to my life?" you asked looking at him with curious cat like eyes. "Hahahaha, no my sweetheart, I just felt the need to let my wife know everything about me." It melted your heart that the strong and mighty Crown Prince cared so much about you. Suddenly he grabbed your hand and he placed it on his groin ,"Y/n touch me here, can you feel it? It's all for you, only you can turn me on in such ways" Your hand was on his hard cock but it felt weird like they were- Oh! shit did Baizhu perhaps have not 1 but, "How did you like my gift? Y/n I need you so badly right now please, allow me to touch you and make your body mine." "Baizhu...........", " My love please, I want to touch you, make you mine, I want to teach you how to pleasure me, I want to pleasure you." He kisses you hard and fast, he snatches the breath away from you, your tongues collide, and your teeth clashes against his, his scent is driving you crazy and you don't know where to place your hands, he slowly guides his hand to yours and moves them around his neck as if sensing your dilemma. He slowly pushes you on the lofty king sized bed with plush pillows, "My dinner is served", he removes you bridal robe slowly and groans as he sees your unclaimed skin, the innocence of it is making Baizhu crazy, he starts slowly kissing your stomach and brings it slowly to your breasts, he takes one in his mouth and sucks on it, silently imagining about how milk will flow out of it. Your moans are picking up in pitch, you have never anything like this, is overwhelming to say in the least, all you want is him, YOUR husband, you don't know why but you just want him to touch your core, the most intimate part of you, "Baizhu, touch me down there, it feels weird, I feel tingly all over." Baizhu simply laughs, "Love you are getting aroused, nothing to worry I am there to take care of you, just keep moaning like that yea?"

Baizhu slowly starts to finger you, making you widen your eyes, it hurts a bit at first but then you get used to, "Baizhu it hurts," "Don't worry, it will be okay now, just relax." He slowly adds one more finger, loosening you up, the way your cunt was gripping his fingers got him more excited just thinking about your cunt gripping this hard on his cocks makes him want to cum right then there. "Are you gonna cum for me my dear? i can feel, let it go for me, I promise to catch you" You have never felt anything like this, your orgasm was approaching at an alarming rate, "Gonna CUM! FUCK CUMMING! CUMMING!!!" Your orgasm watch soul shattering, you liquids flowing down your cunt and his fingers onto the bed..."My love I don't think I can wait anymore, please", he slowly removes his clothes and rubs his dick on your cunt, his precum is mixing with your arousal, he slowly slides one of his cock in you, moaning in pleasure he slowly kissed you, "Love are you read to have my kids? Since I am a snake hybrid my cum is like tiny eggs, we will have twins or even triplets are you ready for me?" With that he starts thrusting slowly, making sure both of you savour the moment. "Ahhhn!! Baizhu, slower plea-please, hu-hurts.." "Aw baby it's fine don't worry, everything will get okay with time ju-just enjoy it with me, sa-savour it!! Fuck!! you are ss-so ngh! ti-tight, shit!" "B-Ba-Baizhu, slower p-pl-please....." "FUCK so-sorry baby, can't do can't do, fucck gonna cum g-gonna cum" His thrusts turn sloppy and there is no rhythm in it, you are also reaching your peak. "Love, my sweetheart look at me", he cups your face thrusting hard and fast, "Look at me, when I say look at me, I'm gonna cum, cum with me, I said fucking cum-Oh!! it's cumming! Mhmmmmmmm" He paints your inside white, his cum is like jelly, with tiny clear balls, you also cum with him because of how hot his cum in your womb is, he still keeps thrusting. "You thought we were done? No, no you aren't leaving this bed until you are pregnant, Get pregnant, please please please. One more round just FUCK one more, yeah? you are ready?" "This time take both of my cocks? yeah?" He slowly inserts both his cocks, you could easily see the dick print in your tummy, it was bulging with cocks and cum, you were definitely going to get pregnant.

This was going to be a long night.

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Thank you guys for making it to the end of this long fanfic :)

I hope you all enjoyed it.

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As always, until next time.

Luv ya guys <3

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[fatuismooches]

Hey, may I request Pantalone, Dottore and Capitano with an s/o who puts flowers in their hair, cups their face and tells them they're perfect and that they love them so much and pulls them into a hug? Bonus if another harbinger witnesses the whole thing sfjsnfnsmshdh I feel like they're all clingy but none of them expects the others to be like that so they're all trying to hide that side from each other xd

♡ 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ♡

synopsis: Life is hard, but nothing feels as relaxing as being able to enjoy the comfort of your Harbinger lover. You make sure to convey this to them.

includes: pantalone, dottore, capitano w/ gn! reader

notes: Of course, this request is so so sweet <3. All of them would be so embarrassed if they're caught lol - they have an image to maintain and being soft is not it!

Pantalone:

I wouldn’t be surprised if he owns some kind of greenhouse where normal flowers can grow despite the harsh weather outside. I’m not talking about a tiny one, he probably has one on the scale of a large botanic garden. Pantalone is so rich after all, whatever plants or flowers you want will somehow be grown here, he’ll make sure of it. And so this often leads to dates here <3 where the two of you would explore a different segment of it every so often! It’s a nice little getaway into nature outside of all that snow and ice. Of course, this is Pantalone’s establishment, so he would be knowledgeable on many of the things that grow here, so I can see him explaining the origins of plants and what they do. So this means… Pantalone teasing you with different flower meanings!

At first he’ll start off casual - oh, these represent family, those symbolize innocence and those are sympathy… and then he’ll slowly start mentioning the more romantic ones. These camellias represent love, did you know that? The ones over there represent adoration and beauty, he’d purr into your ear as he tucked a flower behind your ear. Would not stop until your face is a blushing mess because he loves to tease you with these meanings. Eventually, you decide to get back at him. Pantalone is a busy man, which means he’s often tired and stressed from the amount of work he does, so he often likes to lie on your lap surrounded by all these nice flowers. Tends to slip in and out of consciousness. And so you get to you, conveniently situated next to the flowers you needed. You began picking the ones with the deepest feelings - romance, love, adoration, gratitude, understanding - the ones Pantalone stayed the longest on, and carefully started weaving them together while leaving some to tuck behind his ears instead.

Eventually you finish, and you can’t help but stretch a little with how much you were focusing on it, which causes Pantalone to wake up. He blinks once and quickly realizes he fell asleep, gracing you with a real smile which made your heart skip. You could tell he slept well as he sat up. Well, time to wake him fully up! You sat on your legs and carefully placed the crown on his head. Pulling back, you happily admired your work. Pantalone looks at you curiously and then turns to the glass in the greenhouse to see his reflections. He noticed the different flowers in his hair - roses, tulips, carnations. And then you tucked some peonies in his ears. Oh, you were the cutest thing of all… so he can’t help but express his gratitude.

“My dear, how lovely you are to make this for me. So attentive too, paying attention to everything I said.”

You’d only launch yourself at him and hug him, enjoying the embrace of the man you loved so much, catching him slightly off guard but quickly returning your affection. You peppered his face with kisses as he laughed.

“Perhaps we should come here more often since it gets you so giddy, my love.”

“I’m glad to go anywhere with you. You’re so perfect, and cute, and pretty, and have really nice hair! I love you so much!” You booped his nose as you pressed another kiss.

Pantalone is shameless and absorbs all of this attention gratefully. His face is hurting from how much he’s smiling right now, but he can’t complain when he has the most loving and darling partner in all of Teyvat. Would return all of this attention a hundred times more. Also asks the garden keeper to press the flowers so he could preserve them forever.

Dottore sees the whole exchange when he enters to take some notes on the plants. He’s more like wow you guys actually love each other? Disgusting. But would use this for blackmail material when Pantalone drops down on funding a bit too much. Throws it in his face randomly and enjoys watching Pantalone’s smile drop for a second. Pantalone makes sure to tell the agents to never let anyone, even a Harbinger, into the premises while both of you are there.

Dottore:

You will have a real challenge trying to get this one to do these mushy lovey-dovey things with you. It probably starts when you complain to him about the lack of appealing scenery in this dreary lab. He questions what exactly you don’t like about his amazing lab. No Dottore, seeing random dead bodies and Fatui recruits crouching in fear is not the scenery you want to see everyday, you explain. Dottore huffs and orders you to go back to work. He doesn’t exactly know what is considered nice scenery to normal people - he’s not very normal after all. But he thinks to what he’s seen in other people’s houses and he knows what to put - flowers. Most people likes flowers, he reasons. So later on you see some random pots with soil in it scattered about the lab. And you think to yourself - is Dottore really trying to plant something nice for you? That’s… so cute, but does he know how to grow things?!

The next day, you come to see that all the flowers have magically sprouted and grown. (This might be OOC, but imagine Dottore growing some blue hydrangea for you, which basically means thank you for understanding me, according to my research online. I don’t know but I think he’d never say that outloud but show it to you through his actions.) He must have genetically modified it or used some kind of serum to boost its growth. And wow, were they actually pretty. You didn’t know if he chose these himself, but whoever did had good taste.

“Is this scenery more suited to your tastes?” A teasing voice came from behind you. Dottore smirked, “Now, I expect you to be at your best. No excuses, I have this new experiment I must conduct with you.”

After the experiment, Dottore lets you take a break (you’re the only one allowed this) so you decide to to something cute. You began to break off the blue flowers, which matched very prettily with Dottore’s hair, and weaved it together to make a crown. Now, the question was, how were you gonna get this on his head? Well, you had thought long and hard and came up with no solution, so you did the next best thing - putting it on one of his clones. Dottore’s clones were programmed to follow your orders as well, so there would be no fight. And wow - did they look cute, albeit a bit annoyed and flustered. You wished you had a Kamera, until you heard the real Dottore clear his throat and frown. And immediately you knew - he was jealous of his own damn clones.

Now, Dottore is no sappy man and could care less about some flowers, but he’d be damned if he was going to allow his clones to get more of your attention that him. So begrudgingly, he allows you to plop some flowers on his head with a scowl.

“You’d look cuter if you smiled, you know.”

“Shut up, you idiot.”

If you were anyone else, you’d cry at this but you’re his lover. So you can’t help but hug your crazy man warmly, and jump up to peck his cheek. You tease him by saying he’s cute when he’s mad but you love him so much. Promptly drags you away and claims he will “make you pay, fool” and dodges your attempts to see his face. Secretly preserves the flowers with some scientific method to look at whenever. When he notices Sandrone at the entrance of his lab watching, he has the urge to do despicable acts. Probably threatens her not to say anything or else. His head hurts from the thought of another person, especially one who he can’t get rid of, seeing him like that. Sandrone merely nods but brings it up when they’re working on a robot to make fun of him.

Capitano:

It’s almost like something out of a fairytale - the big, hulking monster with their sunshine lover who thinks they’re absolutely adorable. The other Fatui members are subject to this every day. Thanks to you, they’ve started to think Capitano is more human than they originally thought. You are the one who introduced Capitano to growing some flowers indoors, to “spruce up the place.” It was difficult, with the lack of sunlight in Snezhnaya, but not impossible. Well, you were mostly interested in how Capitano would look while doing something as mundane as gardening.

He was so cute, you could die happy. Accidentally squished some flower seeds between his huge fingers and apologized. Was good at heaving the soil into the pot though (you like to tease him with how strong he is.) Him carefully watching you and copying your movements so he won’t mess anything up. And finally awkwardly holding the water can to nurture the flowers. After a while, most of the flowers started to sprout up, much to your excitement. I don’t know why, but I think Capitano would enjoy this too. Something about being able to create life with you despite his hands being bloody makes him content.

Soon, different areas of the mansion are decorated with your favorite flowers that you grew. And they may not be as fancy as the expensive ones specially made and sent to the mansion, but both of you like these ones more <3. And so you hatch the best part of this plan - putting flowers in your beloved’s hair, wait no, his helmet actually. While Capitano was working on some papers, you started on your own work. You chose the flowers you liked best and started to weave them together into a crown. You hoped you estimated the size of Capitano’s head right, but you soon finished, and it looked really cute, and it was about to go on your strapping lover who was taller and wider than a normal doorway.

And so you hopped into his lap (because there’s no way you could place it on him while he was standing up) and placed the flower crown on his head. At first he was confused because the flowers were so light he didn’t feel anything, but you soon pull out a hand mirror to properly show him your creation. Capitano looked so adorable that before he could respond you couldn’t help but hug him tightly and plant a big kiss on his face. The stark contrast of his dark clothing and then the bright flowers was funny to be honest.

Capitano was speechless at first and was hesitant to touch the flowers in fear he’d somehow destroy them. You had done an excellent job with it, and he was slightly astonished at the kind of creations your small hands could make. And while this didn’t exactly fit his whole vibe and look, he couldn’t help but feel happy. Ever the silent man, he thanked you and tightened his hold on you, pulling you more firmly into his lap and petted your head. You only smiled bigger and crawled up higher to cup his cheek and plant another kiss on his neck, whispering how much you loved him, and how he was your “perfect and amazing Capitano.” Oh, now he really understands why people are so desperate to be loved.

When Pierro enters the room to give Capitano some new reports and orders and accidentally witnesses the whole thing, he tries to leave discreetly but Capitano notices him before he could. Needless to say, Capitano is wholly embarrassed being found like this, especially by his superior. Thankfully, Pierro is a good man who doesn’t tease his subordinates much (unlike those other two sly men above) so at the next meeting, he doesn’t say anything and keeps a straight face. Furthermore, he secretly finds it sweet that the Harbinger closest to him has found such true love. Pierro has witnessed different kinds of love for who knows how long; he has seen it fall apart or grow stronger. Nonetheless, Capitano is grateful and pretends that it never happened.

(Capitano tries to make one by himself for you later. Ends up snapping all the flowers in half and giving up. Reluctantly asks Dottore to preserve your creation for him all while Dottore has a shit-eating smirk on his face the whole time.)

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[talaok]

can you do a pedro one where you are planning your wedding and instead of you being bridezilla he’s being groomzilla. i can totally see him getting bent out of shape over everything 😂😂

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: no I did not have to look up what "getting bent out of shape" meant, what are you talking about (thank you for the really cute request)

"how do you feel?" he asked, right at the entrance

"nervous"

"Yeah" Pedro huffed out a laugh "me too"

a day from now you were gonna be married, crazy I know, but there you were, walking into a venue you had spent six whole months planning.

You didn't expect you'd have cared this much about appearances or about the reception, you always were a "family and close friends" kinda gal, but somehow, you had found yourself wanting for everything to be perfect for what you already knew was going to be the happiest day of your life.

But of course, you couldn't compare to Pedro when it came to wanting everything to fall precisely into place.

he... well he had quite literally become a groomzilla.

And it's not like he had taken many of the decisions, it was all you, hell, if you had given him control there was a high possibility you were gonna end up walking down the aisle with a country band playing in the background.

But still, if there was one thing out of place, if one person didn't do exactly what you had asked of them... oof... good luck to them.

"oh my god" you breathed, looking around the room 

"wow" he joined in your fascination.

"This is amazing" A giggle fled your throat.

It really was.

everything was exactly how you had envisioned it.

The tablecloths, the mahogany chairs, the subtle but still awfully pretty centerpieces, the handwritten menus...

It was just perfect. 

"Well it was all you sweetheart" he smiled, taking your hand in his and kissing the crown of your head

"with your help" you added

"Of course" his face brightened as he chuckled "Imagine if hadn't picked this color for the napkins" he joked

"well, they are very pretty napkins..."

"thank you" he gave you a small bow, stifling a grin.

"So is everything right?" he asked, looking around even though he didn't really have a clear idea of how it should have even looked like.

"yeah I-" you stopped yourself, your glance falling to the flowers adorning the bottom of each table "Oh" you frowned

"what?"

there it was, the -who the fuck fucked up?- tone, planning a wedding had for some reason stemmed from him

"I just-" you glanced at him "don't worry it's nothing"

"no baby, tell me, what's wrong?"

"I just- I ordered purple lilies, not white" you pointed to the mishap.

He followed your finger and with a tick of his jaw and a frown of his forehead, the same Pedro that had caused the "chair accident" was back.

Now, your whole friend group had been calling it that since you told them about it, but the "chair accident", or if you'd like - the time you had to make him wait outside the store because he was getting way too angry at the guy when he had told you he couldn't get the chairs you wanted in time- was just one of the many "incidents" he would have caused along the way.

Pedro wanted everything to be perfect, and the truth be told, he didn't want so for himself, no, he wanted everything to be like you wanted it to, he wanted everything to be perfect for you.

So with time, you had gotten quite good at analyzing and realizing when that part of him was surfacing again, as if he was a non-fully tamed tiger and you, his tamer.

"we gotta call the guy" he started

"they can't change them in just a da-"

"who gets something like this wrong? there's a big difference between white and purple, how did we get the only colorblind florist in the world!?"

"baby" you snorted "it's really not that important"

"yes it is, You wanted purple lilies and we didn't get purple lilies, that's a problem in my book" he shook his head, already pulling out his phone " I'm gonna call him right now and-"

"Pedro," you took a step to close the gap between you and place a hand on his chest soothingly "I promise you, baby, it is not a big deal. I like them white too"

"Are you just saying that just so that I won't make a scene?"

"maybe..." you smiled "but also because it's the truth"

He tilted his head, not fully convinced

"I love them" You leaned up to come face-to-face with him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck "I promise"

"you're trying to distract me"

"is it working?" you laughed softly

"Yes. Yes, it is" he confessed, forgetting all about the flowers the moment his lips met with yours.

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primrose

If stars are lit // It means there is someone who needs it // It means someone wants them to be ©

2 drabbles (~3000 words) + 5 headcanons (~4500 words)

♡ unhealthy behaviour (clinginess, obsessiveness, possessiveness, mutual dependency, overprotectiveness, stalking if you squint, elements of forced relationship if you squint), mention of emotional breakdown, mention of blood, poly relationship

♡ nsfw warnings in the end

You have always been loyal to Xie Lian, even back when you followed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Xianle, full of the bloom of youth and ambition, who wants to make the common people happy, but does not understand, does not know the realities that he was going to correct. He has always been like this — "run, because His Royal Highness is already going to make your life better, it doesn't matter if you want it or not, and as a result your life will get better, but nerves will have to be treated for several more years."

... After all, you have known him since childhood, always following his radiance like a shadow, as if your place is in the darkest place, which is right under the lantern. You couldn't tell if it bothered you or not — you've been known as the Crown Prince's loyal companion for as long as you've known yourself, and you couldn't say that his radiance ever darkened you or made you uncomfortable. Rather, it seemed that his very light was aimed at making you shine even brighter, as if he was the light of spotlights aimed at you as the main star of any time of the day or night, and you didn't want to do anything about it, allowing him to just hide behind your back and look at the world from there. But even so, sometimes he was especially... incredible, and not only in a good or bad way.

(Once it was suggested that "yes, of course, we should inform His Royal Highness about this, but, to be honest, it's somehow safer to be without him," and although it was half-joking, everyone understood that there was only a fraction of a joke in every joke, even when he showed royal restraint and calmness, keeping his back perfectly straight, slightly lifting his nose, and was like a straight but flexible bamboo.)

Xie Lian was always like this — passionate, ardent, almost capricious, full of innocence and kaleidoscope, and it seemed to you that there was a lot in him: charm, emotions, ambitions, words, strength, hopes, intentions, beliefs — there was a lot of everything and stormy, like a fast-flowing river or the blooming of the whole forest glade. It was as if he could not and could not help being passionate, absorbing and loud; loud not with sounds, but with emotions, especially when he looked at you with pure burning eyes, like the scorching summer sun, from which you could not hide under any shadow.

Xie Lian was not insane, even if everyone recognized his extravagance — but he was a beloved, happy and passionate, and even if you saw his naivety and ignorance in matters of everyday life, how could you blame this individual of royal blood, which is destined to fly like a butterfly, from flower to flower, untouched no "base", "earthly" problems?

In the end, his potential for ascension only convinced you of this thought — unlike you, if Xie Lian does not make any mistakes, then he will spend his whole life without knowing sorrows and disappointments, like the most luxurious songbird.

And when he calls you again, asking you to be with him....

... He's so cute that you sometimes want to cry.

Xie Lian does not deserve misfortunes and troubles, even if sometimes his slight royal arrogance, ardor and impulsiveness cause a headache, especially when you walk behind him, closing the formation, but he always turns around at you, smiling playfully, always glad that you are here, as if he believes that you can go somewhere. You believe that it is only the 'springtime' and the crown prince wants only the best, worrying and asking about you, gently taking your hands in his jade-soft, and eyes shining like precious stones, gently saying that you can always turn to him, and you dare not answer anything but consent and a gentle bow, because even then he won't let go of your hands.

It is obvious to everyone that Xie Lian, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Xianle, adores you, and this does not bring you anything good, especially when stories about the "eccentric, but adoring prince and his faithful, cold lover" are spreading more and more often among the people every year, but Xie Lian only dismisses them, assuring you that there's nothing to worry about — 'ordinary people need fairy tales, and these stories sound decent', although you are sure that he understands what 'prince' and 'lover' they are talking about — and you can't go against him, seeing that he is adamant in things in which you don't want to see inflexibility.

Xie Lian was never 'persistently strong-willed' — he sought to bring good, and there was a core in him, but, unlike you, his leading others behind him never carried such a strong aspiration. He was closer to the 'follower' and following in the footsteps, believing that you would lead him to where he needed to be, obeying your decisions and words, — and you also always found it natural until the eyes of others were riveted to you and you were not obliged to obey the official understanding of your positions.

But when it was principled things, like the stories that went around among the people, or your thin ribbon tied around his ankle, he was adamant, and the softness became a diamond that it was useless to try to break or scratch. Even if his obedience to you and willingness to follow you were from childhood, you also more than knew about his stubbornness and firmness, which will not disappear even if you break him.

And no matter what, no matter what the words of others, no matter what rumors are going on, no matter what views, you obeyed him — and his capricious, desperate desire that you never go anywhere, no matter what.

... After all, you were and will be his companion, no matter if it's the His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Xianle, Martial God, army leader, 'demon', teacher, 'traitor' or a wandering immortal living in garbage. Your place is nearby.

And so it will always be.

“Never leave me. We will always be together. Always... Say it. Please.”

The child in your arms is small, like a tiny fox cub that has fallen out of a hole, and when he lands in your hands, you can feel as if you are holding something even more fragile than porcelain and more delicate than jade, even if he looked like an ordinary street child with an awkwardly bandaged right eye.

His Royal Highness brings the procession to an end, despite the excess, while you hold the child in your arms, waiting for him to be released, feeling how the tiny creature lies silently, not even twitching, like a frozen herbivore in the arms of a predator, and you want to calm him down somehow, but you know what will do it Xie Lian, who will definitely be interested in learning about this child and why he was in such a situation and why you were so lucky to be around, especially considering that it was you who asked to change your position to be at the wall.

You have nothing to answer to such accusations, however.

It's just... 'instincts'.

You can't find an answer to his accusations or his questions, no matter how hard you try. It was as if you just knew it was going to happen and acted on that knowledge, even if you couldn't find any logical or rational explanation. After all, you saved the festival in some sense, so it's not that your actions are a problem, right?

(Xie Lian looks incredulously, flashing eyes like the radiance of a thousand lightning bolts, but can't find any words that could prove that you are deceiving him or hiding something.)

The child looks like a 'mongrel', which are often found if you move closer to the south, but for some reason you can't help but feel emotion and regret, looking at his childishly round, but dirty face. However, you cannot go against the words of Xie Lian, who found out everything that was needed — just like about his request to hand over the dirty, fragile lump to Feng Xin while you go with him, since the most interesting thing is yet to come, as if you are not his bodyguard or helper, but some kind of companion (as if the current rumors about the closeness between you and the Crown Prince are not enough).

(However, you can't help but secretly give this child your little accessory, which should not attract a lot of attention to him, but will also give him some money so that he can afford food and water for a long time with a small consumption.)

(You don't know why the fact that the Crown Prince has all the earrings in place gives you a strange feeling, especially when Xie Lian looks at you with a strange bewilderment mixed with hope.)

(And the fact that he gives you one earring in the evening as a sign of 'friendship' while wearing the second one does not help too much.)

(Of course you're not so silly to wear it properly.)

... You don't know what you feel when you see this small, dirty child again and again — or when you gently comb his hair, washing, as if trying to express everything that you feel but can't show, feeling how you are moving away from His Royal Highness, although it should be the opposite.

Perhaps you are simply not... cut out for your job — especially when you braid the child's hair the same way you did it for Xie Lian once.

Undoubtedly, you are still as loyal to Xie Lian as your Crown Prince and childhood friend, but perhaps, perhaps, you have already... outgrown these sympathies — especially after you have remained on earth, preferring to move according to the circle of reincarnation, if you cannot reach Heaven on your own without being his 'helper'.

You deserve to be something more.

Hong'er, sweet precious child, convinces you for a moment that it is dangerous for you to be with him, but you do not hesitate to brush it off — after your childhood with Xie Lian, you are sure that nothing can kill you anymore. You yourself doubt how you managed to survive.

Hong'er looks on with a mixture of interest and amazement while you comb his hair, feeling the experience of the 'wrong time' receding. As if you really do not belong to this era or the world.

Using a child as an anchor is wrong, but it's the only way you know.

You also know that Mu Qing would definitely judge you silently, looking at you with his face of a chaste, irritated maiden, as if you are not just doing your own thing, but harassing him simply by the fact that you can't stop, — you don't know what exactly to 'stop' — and that Feng Xing doesn't approve too much of your, it makes no sense to take a principled position, even if he tries to understand, but you don't mind.

Spending time with Hong'er, who is shy from such attention but does not mind at all, it's like talking to a little kitten or a fox cub — and he does not mind this unexpected closeness, especially while the kingdom is beginning to change, and not at all for the better.

You are still living in a bubble, finally feeling comfortable and safe, spending everything you can on a cute child who still naively believes that he can ruin your life, but still clings to you, looking with a huge eye. When you first remove the bondage from him, exposing a blood-red eye, more like the same bloody wounds that you received while you were training to be worthy, you can't help but tell him that he is the most worthy and beautiful, even if you are sure that your words are not enough — people are like dogs, and that you praise a wild puppy for the thing for which he was constantly scolded, will not do any good.

For the first time in your life, you are glad that you are wrong when he cries in your arms, trembling like an autumn leaf, and spring moisture fills his eyes.

Your good boy. Your most beautiful boy.

If you could, you would stay in this 'reality forever, ignoring everything that happens...

... Of course, you can't stay away.

Of course you can't stop him when Hong'er follows, joining the army, and you know that if it wasn't for your duty and your devotion, you would have stayed with your Hong'er, who will forever remain for you a tiny fox cub that fell into your hands, as if marking your new life, bursting into your life like storm and letting you know that everything will change. In the end, as soon as it seemed to you that you had a family, they take it away from you again — and when it's not your blood dripping from your sword yet, you don't understand what you feel inside.

What will happen when the war ends? What happens if your army loses? What will happen to Xie Lian if he brings not victory, but defeat?

You have never liked comparisons with a faithful dog, but you know that you will follow him to heaven and hell, no matter what. For you, he will always be your Xian, full of innocence and naivety, who wants to do what he considers right and bring happiness and well-being, 'so that no one leaves offended', and now, looking at how you win or lose, you do not feel anything, although you would have felt pride or annoyance before.

You may have outgrown that, too.

Perhaps you have outgrown too much.

... You follow your duty even when your heart demands that you find Hong'er — but you know that it is useless and hopeless, you don't even know if he is alive after that incident and where he is now, and your helplessness poisons you when you see what the person you promised to protect at the cost of your life.

Perhaps Hong'er was wrong — perhaps you were the one whose destiny it was to destroy your loved ones, not him.

In the end, the King and Queen feel no better, and although you don't understand whether you are angry or feel despair, at the same time realizing that Xie Lian would have gone down anyway, he couldn't help but do it, even if it would lead to his fall, but at the same time feeling angry that everything had to to happen exactly when you finally found a person whom you could call a 'family', with whom you were not because of duty, but because of the desire of your heart, who found an equally lonely and abandoned child, to whom you were ready to give yourself just to keep warm.

And when you see how the one whom you considered your infallible idol and perfection, despite all his actions, sinks to the very bottom, looking for a way to continue to exist even when your kingdom, your home is no more, and instead you live in a completely different world, seeing how people throw off statues of Your God, refusing from faith, — you gently hold his hand, remembering for a moment that Hong'er's palm was colder and smaller, but just as fragile.

And there's nothing you can do.

Nothing.

Even when the spiral of madness pulls him even more, while the young man hiding behind the mask for some reason seems too familiar to you, impermissibly familiar (Hong'er?), but you can't pay attention to it, even if the thought that he is now dead, never returning home, not returning to your little pretty home, squeezes your heart even harder, as if threatening to break it.

You have lost everyone you can, and when Your God is looking for something in your eyes, you don't know whether he finds it or not.

You have followed your duty, and you will follow him to the end until your life ends, no matter whether your heart, your mind or something else dictates it to you. Xie Lian has always been the most precious thing in your life, and the fact that your attempt to start living with someone other than him was only shattered only confirms this.

Perhaps you were never destined to be with anyone but him — perhaps you were destined not to be with anyone at all when your Crown Prince squeezes you in his arms, looking for something that can be his anchor, and you try to be him for him, to be his support and pillar, until then until your heart stops and you disappear from the circle of reincarnation.

No matter where, you will follow him — save the way back if he realizes that he has gone the wrong way, and follow him into the thick of it if he says that this is the right way.

The darkest place is under the lantern, but sometimes 'being a lantern', hiding it and protecting it from the world that was not ready for it, becomes your task. And the fact that you have to protect this 'lantern' to keep it in undisturbed safety is your duty. After all, Hong'er, your sweet sweet Hong'er, will definitely meet in the future, in his next reincarnations. Definitely.

You will not call yourself a zealous fatalist, but you know that such meetings are not accidental — you just need to wait.

Wait and think. About many things. And about your precious.

... Your Hong'er's hands are small, narrow and a little rough, but when you took them in your palms in the past, they seemed the most gentle and affectionate, even if he looked up like a little fox cub or a puppy that you managed to tame by giving only 'home' and 'affection'.

Xie Lian's hands are warm, smooth and soft, but when he caresses your face or hair, you cannot restrain a gentle loving smile.

To realize that after all the forks, all the choices, all the paths, all the decisions, you are here — repairing your cozy house, you can't even believe how much you've been through.

And you know that everything is just beginning.

For the three of you.

𔓘 Despite the fact that you have known one since childhood, while you have partially raised the other (even if you never managed to become a 'real family'), you still learn from each other various little things and behavioral patterns, as if looking for something in the dark while standing in the light. They are not radically different, but they are not at all similar — even if they have much more similar qualities than differences inside, especially when it comes to the attitude towards you, the fanaticism and obsessiveness of which they do not 'divide', but multiply.

There is more mutual understanding between HUA CHENG and XIE LIAN, — an unpleasant thing, of course, as if they have a multi-year history with each other, and not 'they communicate less than the fifth time in their lives, but for some reason they understand each other on the fly, especially when it comes to you', — but you are not sure on what it is built, taking into account that they both have an extremely anxious type of attachment that requires you to look and want only them, which makes their clinginess even stronger and sharper, surrounding you from all sides.

Perhaps this is for the best — given your "fatal attraction" quality, it would be problematic to attract someone else, but when you can't dismiss any of them, since he will receive the support of the second, then you begin to doubt how closed a relationship was a good choice, even if you see that two of them more than comfortable, despite the need to share your attention and affection. Perhaps this is because they are surprisingly compatible by themselves, despite the moments when their needs and views simply do not converge on some things in which each of them does not want to give in, — and you do not know whether it is 'stubbornness' or some kind of internal growing problem that in the end she has shown itself in this way, — which is why you are forced to intervene and be a peacemaker if you do not want the relationship to become complicated. XIE LIAN can be unnaturally stubborn, HUA CHENG can be hot-tempered in flashes, and their general acute sensitivity, when a vulnerable spot is touched, leads to rare and quickly disappearing conflicts, which, however, still leave tension and the ground for a new conflict.

This is especially true of the dynamics of the relationship with you and the search for satisfying passion, the absence of which leads to the problem of jealousy, which neither of them raises explicitly, and therefore you can easily skip it until it's too late. And you don't know which is worse — when they are jealous of each other (which is very rare) or when they are both jealous of you for others (much more often) and unite to return you to the 'home nest', considering the possibility of your exit as unnecessary. And despite your usual dominance in a relationship with comfortable subordination of both, when they unite, not just 'cooperate', there is little you can do — whoever you are, fighting with the strongest Martial God and one of the Four Great Calamities is a lost cause in which it is easier to just agree.

In a relationship with them in general, you get a huge amount of experience in the form of 'it's easier to just agree', because this is actually the easiest way to deal with them when there are too many of them, and their obsessive tendencies from 'cute and soft' becomes 'sharper and darker'.

𔓘 They are very affectionate and sticky — to an unhealthy degree, where it seems that if they leave you for more than a few seconds, they will immediately die without taking a couple of steps. With HUA CHENG'S absolute, unconditional loyalty, which cannot even be questioned unless you want to attract very extreme consequences when he will feel that you are questioning his love and devotion, since from the very beginning he feels 'unworthy' of you, and XIE LIAN'S obsessive addiction, which over the years has become even closer and stronger to rely on looking at you as the center of his life, entrusting the need to make decisions and point to you, you find yourself in turbulence between balancing between their desire to constantly be around and your personal freedom, even if your own traumatic experience has made you much less independent and prone to finding time 'for yourself', — you had more than enough of it, — but the usual desire to sometimes think about life and what happened has not disappeared.

XIE LIAN likes to just lie next to you, sometimes falling asleep slightly, enjoying your warmth and hugs, and in general has a more modestly tenacious and shy nature at the same time, where it is enough for him to just cling and snuggle up to you to be happy, although you know that whenever you look down, you will see the brilliance of his adoring the eye, although it did not even show signs of any movement.

HUA CHENG is different — you will never feel that he is 'not there'; even if you are lying peacefully, he almost always tends to move and fidget, constantly pressing you closer to him, unless you tell him that you want to lie down quietly. But when his hands tremble slightly while you hug him or let him hug you, it seems even nice to you with how touching he tries to be respectful — especially when he tries to captivate you with what he is good at, like creating your sculptures or creating paintings with you, as if trying to immerse you in the atmosphere absolute acceptance and unconditional adoration, giving it all to you and only to you. Everything he has is for you and only for you, and you cannot help but feel this exclusive and absolute fixation, in which there is no possibility to move away or refuse, since there is no space where you could move away.

But even in those moments when HUA CHENG straightens the sleeves of his clothes, constantly tries to look attractive and shyly takes a step back or forward, trying to adjust to your pace and not rush or delay, at the same time wanting to devour you and stay within the 'bounds of decency', concluding an unspoken pact that he will follow you everywhere, as long as you allow him to follow, but also allow him to penetrate into every corner of your life, as if trying to close you into the bubble of himself and always know what is with you to protect and protect, supporting at any stage — and immediately returning to the role of a flirtatious but modest admirer.

XIE LIAN is much less modest — and you yourself do not know what this is due to, given that XIE LIAN is much more quiet and calm, but his courtship is more manifested in service, and has a more almost shamelessly physical character, like strong hugs from the back, lying down together, working together, eating together, creating for you, the ideal physical environment is through the preparation of a bath or treats, bringing (usually together with HUA CHENG) gifts — as if in an attempt to make up for all the time that you were apart, XIE LIAN becomes your free supplement, even if you can't say that you're 'uncomfortable' because you don't feel uncomfortable.

There's just something about it that makes you want to carry it with you and say that if someone offends your little crown prince, you'll break that person's arm.

It's not that it's 'not mutual' — although XIE LIAN is less prone to open confrontation and aggression, preferring to solve everything in a peaceful way, his parental instinct and a very clear manifestation of hyperprotective nature, which became even more noticeable after the kind that HUA CHENG can calmly show it and you don't mind, lead to that in moments of aggression or the need to defend, he can be even more savage and ferocious than HUA CHENG, and the fact that he is the strongest of your three does not brighten up the situation too much.

You're fine anyway — although HUA CHENG'S mania for watching you to make sure you're okay goes too well with XIE LIAN'S hyperprotectiveness about you, while XIE LIAN'S silent clinginess resonates with HUA CHENG'S love-starved soul, from which their tendencies are only further strengthened and fueled by each other. to a friend, leading to the fact that they strive for even greater isolation and the creation of an "ideal home" where you will only be with them and no one else will distribute, when you are close to feeling almost discomfort from too aggressive and melting adoration — they immediately move away before you have to show that you want to stop, as if their very needs are tuned to you to perfectly match.

And although HUA CHENG is definitely the most passionate and shy, while XIE LIAN is the softest and wildest, you prefer to just call them your 'beloved husbands',

not that you have at least a chance to escape from them, however.

(Ruoye and E-ming madly adore you too, and when you realize that, you need to sit down and think about what you've done with your life.)

(It's like you've got two more, but this time smaller and more manageable puppies. Although Ruoye regularly tries to wrap itself around you, while E-ming vibrates enthusiastically at any of your manifestations, at some point you even begin to like it.)

♡ heavy petting, hypersexuality, discipline, rough sex, crying + drooling, dommale elements, free use, consensual noncon/dubcon, group sex / threesome, light bondage (xl, hc, reader), body worship (xl, hc, reader), praise kink (xl, hc, reader), loss of virginity (xl, hc), hyperstimulation (xl, hc), breeding (xl, hc), light degradation (xl, hc), lingerie (xl), orgasm denial (hc), nipple play (hc), oral sex (reader), using Ruoye as a sex toy with consent

𔓘 XIE LIAN is on the more 'shameless' side regarding his sexual desires than HUA CHENG, and moves much faster from foreplay to sex, needing emotional and intellectual stimulation rather to try to seize the initiative and in your expression of desire to immediately intercept and react — and when XIE LIAN saddles your hips for the first time with a ruddy face, hastily taking off your robe, you can't believe to the last that he is serious, constantly waiting for him to stop — but as he remains more and more bare, letting the fabric slip off his broad shoulders, you realize that no, he is absolutely serious, and more than calm, even if you can easily feel a slight tremor when you put hands on the soft thighs, warming, encouraging him not to stop, although you yourself no less excited, looking at his slender waist, strong legs and arms, easily able to even playfully press you to the bed or floor to such an extent that you will not be able to move.

It's not that your shock is not justified; after all, his path involves chastity and the absence of any sexual relations, but to think that this will somehow stop him from what he wants — you — is very naive and even a little silly. You've known since childhood that XIE LIAN was very strong-willed and persistent when he wanted to, but the last thing you thought about was that his persistence would be relative to 'I WILL fuck my spouse no matter what the cost!!!', because if your past self found out that you had caused His Royal Highness' cultivation to deteriorate, you would definitely strangle yourself.

After all, why did you suffer for so many years, following him and living in the temple — just to fuck him and these many years of work because he is a 'very hot thing' and does not mind at all that you let him ride you, drool while you drive into his sensitive body, experiencing such intense sensations for the first time, from which he cum already at the moment when you drive in, and in the end can only bury his nose in the pillow, whining while you praise him for what a good boy he is, you move your hips so good, Your Highness, while your fingers firmly hold smooth long hair, part of which sticks to his wet hot back?

XIE LIAN does not like — quite strongly — when people remember that he is a royal person, especially when you do it, since the very thought that you are with him only because of 'duty' drives him crazy in a bad way, but he does not mind at all if you do it when 'Your Highness kneels in front of with this servant', when you stroke his hair and face, gently explaining, looking into his darkened pleading eyes and at his beautiful face, wet with tears and heat, telling that this is his new duty to you — after all, he is so gorgeous, so charming, so perfect, that this is not a problem at all, right?

... And even knowing that the desire for your absolute power over his body, to the same extent as your power over his heart and mind, is his desire, you can't help but allow yourself a few almost humiliating, laudatory words about how he looks, being in such a pitiful and submissive state, having completely lost all royal dignity. You also deserve a reward for your faithful service, don't you? And the minimum he can give you is to give you all of himself, even if your desire is his body — "Your Highness, let me undress you", which quickly turns into almost-compulsion, especially at the sight of his red and confused expression, if not for the sweet trembling in his flexible you and a feverish gleam in his eyes when the 'faithful servant and childhood friend' forcibly takes his Crown Prince, who is unable to resist and fight back.

"In the end, Your Highness behaves like a lustful needy young man from an entertainment house" — when your palm shuts his mouth, not hiding a laugh when you feel him trembling, more than obviously not intending to resist, withstanding only the necessary minimum in the form of attempts to leave soft weak thighs squeezed, but easy to lift up and throw on your shoulders.

His short nails scratch you to bloody scratches; XIE LIAN squirms under you, mixing pleas for continuation and for 'mercy on him' while he watches you drive into his wet weak body, taking advantage of your advantage over him — or when you let him ride you, watching from the bottom up as he moves his wet hips with squelching sounds and moans, breathing heavily, with a bright ruddy shame and excitement on his tender cheeks, but not slowing down the rhythm, while whispers how good it feels, putting your palm on his stomach, letting you feel how much he is filled, stopping only to let you see how petite and tight his body is, as if XIE LIAN is not a Martial God, but really nothing more than a depraved young man from the spring house — only your young man, who can serve only you, as if his body itself has become addicted from this and from you.

... If XIE LIAN could, he would spend time only with you in an embrace, connecting as closely as anyone could ever with him or with you.

𔓘 HUA CHENG is more shy and needs a lot of foreplay, even if his attraction is more stable, even 'permanent' — but if you want the initiative from him, then you will have to wait until he warms up and stops walking around, hitting the bush instead of directly talking to you. HUA CHENG is much less confident in his right to your attention and love, especially the right to receive your love in such an intimate way, and willingly follows any of your desires and words, but for a long time he warms up to the idea of his own desires and the opportunity to express them, preferring to serve you, feeling much more comfortable when he worships you on his knees, dissolving, and getting only what you want to give him than daring to ask for anything.

After all, his place is next to you, even if you have always been in his access zone — but you have never been someone he could really touch, even when you lived almost as a 'family' during his childhood.

You have always been the sun, which HUA CHENG does not dare to even look at without squinting, let alone touch you without permission, and even when he became the Ghost King, having the opportunity to throw everything he has at your feet, he still did not dare to look at anything except from the bottom up — and do not hesitate to get down on his knees for this, worshipping you as a Deity even if you are not, always remaining the only one in whom he believed and asked for a blessing when he went through the most difficult periods of life, hoping that in the future he will be able to be there not just as someone who needs to be protected, but as the one who can protect you and be useful so that you never have to be left with a broken heart because of him again.

When he was dying, he had only one regret.

And now, kissing your skin, letting your hands get tangled in his hair, ideal for combing and braiding your favorite pigtails, HUA CHENG looks out from under his covered eyelashes with barely restrained servility, finding his meaning only to stay where you need and be the one you can always lean on and have who will you seek protection from.

It doesn't matter how long and painfully he will have to go and fight, if in the end he earns a place next to you, even if for this he will have to use claws and fangs, tearing out his victory and right with blood, — just like when HUA CHENG tries to lie motionless under you, breathing heavily, feeling his head spinning at the same time with delight, feeling euphoria from thoughts of unreality and excitement, trembling slightly while the body feels completely jelly, obeying any of your movement and desire, letting you easily wrap his legs around your hips, gently asking is he comfortable just to hear a soft meow as consent; breathing deeply while you hold his hand, gradually letting his body get used to you, even if it is not such a necessity for someone like him — but you can't help but be affectionate, kissing his face and whispering so that he doesn't rush things, even if he breathlessly whispers your name as a prayer while you gradually fill him with yourself — the last part of his body that is not yet full by you.

When you gently rub his chest, giving him pleasure, assuring that you feel good when he looks so defenseless and vulnerable, even if such a position is unusual and almost uncomfortable, — but you speak and he obeys without question, no matter what exactly you say and what your desire will be, even if HUA CHENG almost cries from stimulation while his eyelashes tremble and sharp strong teeth bite his own palm; feeling painfully pleasant waves while you rub his sensitive nipples with undying interest, from touching which his toes curl, — but he's still silent, letting you just see how the tears shine in his eye, threatening to slip from the corner down his face, leaving a shiny transparent path, but the thought that you made him feel this way at the same time excites you and him, not daring to bother you even when his body becomes so responsive to an obsessive caress, as if you are trying to make him become so sensitive that every movement will cause him to stifle a groan.

You don't try, however; you do — and the fact that HUA CHENG gives himself completely into your hands, letting himself lie submissively under you, accepting everything you want to give, everything you want to fill, makes his body tremble from a mixture of excitement and anxiety, from which he can only strive to give you more and also, taking everything you have with the same insatiable greed. Even if he is usually nothing more than a 'cozy nest' in which you can find what you want, he is also prone to outbursts — when you accept him for what he is, especially when you let his more aggressive side find a way out, fixing on you, almost digging sharp teeth into your flesh, growling when your nails dig into his skin, helping to move, even if he does more than well, purring hoarsely with a mixture of cooing and irritation while you take him closer to you, not letting him slip out anywhere but your strong embrace.

Isn't this happiness?

And even when he's breathing heavily, drooling, feeling like his mouth is full of you and saliva, but just not daring fight somehow, knowing that this is your desire and aspiration, even if his head is completely empty by the new round, — such a good boy while you use him again and again, enjoying completely destroyed appearance, as if you were almost able to fill an immense black hole before it managed to absorb and want more. Your hand looks perfect on his neck — but even without it, he suffocates when you push inside again and again, not letting him hide his face from you, demanding that he look into your eyes while writhing under you, trying to move away from the painfully pleasant touches to an overly sensitive body, — but it's easy for you to bend him to he couldn't move anywhere at all. HUA CHENG does not resist — never, even if his arms are wrapped around your neck while he meows and mumbles something pathetically, hiding face in your shoulder or trying to cover with hands with shame.

Because no matter what, he will accept everything.

𔓘 You can't tell if you have sex together 'often' or not — it just happens when you are together, especially considering that they get along well with each other and don't see anything 'special' in joining forces, even if it's not exactly what you expected from them, lazily lying before see the interested burning eyes, clearly already tacitly agreed on something with each other and now watching your reaction to their more than straightforward hints. Talking about whether you are better off with such a combination or worse is problematic, because although they are both exhausting, needy and demanding, when they are together, they are much freer and brighter to take the initiative, repeating after the other, mutually pushing each other and themselves forward — but this is exactly where part of the 'exhaustion' lies, especially if there have been outbursts of jealousy and anxiety about your loyalty and devotion before, which makes them completely focus on you, demanding more and more, and their mutual support turns into an obsessive desire from 'satisfy you as best as possible' to 'mark you as much as possible brighter' so that no one dares to claim you.

If XIE LIAN decided to surprise with some 'beautiful lingerie', hearing the advice that it brings a spark in bed — even if you see him blushing and looking away, — then you can expect HUA CHENG to support the initiative, although he is more likely to take a female form (especially if you have a thing for certain female behaviors and appearance) and will abuse it to let you know how much smaller and lower he is than you, shamelessly flirting and emphasizing it. XIE LIAN can take a female form if he sees that HUA CHENG was successful in this and your reaction was positive, even if it is unusual and very exciting for him to look like this in front of you, letting you touch his body in this guise — and while HUA CHENG coos in a sultry voice, saddling your hips, XIE LIAN shyly hides your face in a lush soft breasts, almost trembling with blush, much less confident (but no less excited) than HUA CHENG.

And yes, they both melt when you tell them how great they are — and if HUA CHENG is always sensitive to praise, although he especially reacts to him in his 'real' appearance, especially when you and XIE LIAN accidentally "catch" him at the moment of sex and start talking about how good he looks or how sensitive he is and gorgeous, such a cutie, completely leaving him dumbfounded and red in an attempt to cover up only to have XIE LIAN catch his hands and not allow it, being much stronger and indulging you even when it comes to driving his 'ally' crazy. It's not that HUA CHENG easily turned a blind eye to it afterwards, but XIE LIAN has always been easy to make blush from any proximity, so you prefer to think that HUA CHENG does not intentionally put him in situations where XIE LIAN does not know whether he should snuggle or hide, remaining frozen in place while HUA CHENG watches with pleasure how XIE LIAN twitches in hands like a butterfly in a spider's web.

Perhaps, with the same pleasure, you are only watching when Ruoye (who does not need much persuasion to agree to any of your adventures, especially if you rub it and call it a 'good little thing') wraps around XIE LIAN'S hands when he least expects it, giving you full access to his body, whining when you ask Ruoye to also wrap around his legs and raise them — or when Ruoye tightly wraps around HUA CHENG'S mouth, not letting him make a sound until you let, whining weakly even when your hand rubs his cock or clit red from excessive stimulation again and again, encouraging the two of them to 'calm down' and 'stop lashing out at you', arranging an almost-punishment, giving them not only a sense of 'what an obedient pretty thing Ruoye is', but also keeping them next to each other as an example of what you will do to the other if he does not obey. When HUA CHENG whines from rubbing and caressing for too long, trembling, unable to even move or beg, while you pump him up again and again, purring that he deserves it, being such a restless and naughty boy, while XIE LIAN drools, not hiding tears, whining when you leave sticky slippery traces of another orgasm on his hot inner thigh, — it will definitely help His Highness get rid of excess energy, — and use it as a lube for HUA CHENG.

After all, you don't have many ways to stand up to the two of them at the same time, and even if you can somehow be stronger than HUA CHENG, but being stronger than XIE LIAN is impossible and practically was not possible even when he was human — but when it comes to cunning, then you are quite good at that in order to at least control your husbands in this way, who easily become completely uncontrollable and wild, like a flower garden that will instantly overgrow with weeds if you do not pay attention every day.

(However, Ruoye does not mind at all and wrapping his arms around you, rather even gladly using any opportunity to be close, clearly preferring to touch your thighs more, changing the compression force and reluctantly getting away while red XIE LIAN tries to force him to let you go (with almost the same blush with which HUA CHENG irritably looks at E-ming who vibrates at the sight of you), but also readily agrees with the ideas to wrap around your body when XIE LIAN or HUA CHENG suggest it, restraining them, giving them the initiative, even if Ruoye shamelessly reacts to your command to untie you and easily indulges, which, among other things, leads to situations when you knock them down while they are not expecting it and seize control. No, Ruoye is not ashamed.)

#.spicy♡ #🥮 — heaven official's blessing #✉.xie lian #✉.hua cheng #🧸.yandere au #🧸.group sex #🧸.cnc #🧸.hypersexuality #🧸.free use #🧸.rough sex #🧸.degradation kink #xie lian smut #xie lian x reader #hua cheng x reader #hua cheng smut #heaven official's blessing headcanons #heaven official's blessing smut #dom reader #top reader #yandere character #sub character #🧸.poly

[midnight-pluto]

Hi!! Can I request headcanons about being best friends with Nico and Will (together), kinda having that “couple who adopts their bsf as their child” dynamic reader is a child of Demeter and if it’s no trouble can reader be female? GN will work if not.

SOLANGELO +1 — headcanons

you call it third wheeling, i call it quality time with the parents

CHAR: will solace, nico di angelo, grover, mentioned!percy jackson, mentioned!annabeth chase

PAIRING(S): solangelo + daughter of demeter!reader, mentioned!percabeth

A/N: this is gonna be a nightmare to tag lmao

when new campers meet Will for the first time, they’re almost always introduced to Nico next

what they don’t expect, is for you to pop out of nowhere introducing yourself as well

they jump slightly at your sudden appearance, and reciprocate your greeting with slight confusion in their voice but then Will gladly explains the situation

“This is Y/N, daughter of Demeter.”

“Yeah, and these are my dads.”

“Y/N that’s not—“

it would be so much funnier if you were taller than both of them

that sends some campers in a spiral, especially the younger ones

once the new camper is recovered they then automatically understand the true nature of y’all’s relationship

some are slightly confused on why you seem so glad with the arrangement you three have going but most support it and find it amusing

if the three of you are ever going anywhere you’re usually in the front as the actual couple trail behind you holding hands

all of the friendship accessories you three own are thanks to you!

you made matching bracelets, a custom bead to add to the camp necklace just for the three of you, and the cliché flower crowns your cabin is known for

the flower crown was made of an assortment of flowers — lilies, chrysanthemums, and sunflowers which all not coincidentally mean or have some correlation to friendship

you have most definitely been the first to witness Will playing a love song to Nico in private

not wanting to interrupt the moment you made all the plants in the area grow greener and have flowers sprout around them

it was a miracle on how both of them didn’t notice your antic sooner

as you were making the plants grow around them from the bush, Will had stopped strumming as Nico looked at him with one of his rare smiles when they both leaned into each other

but of course Nico just had to feel the suddenly grown flowers tickling at his ankles and immediately spotted you — watching you run away from your hiding spot

that situation is what led to you to believe was the reason you kept on being invited to their dates

were you complaining? no, of course not

you had the ability to snack on all their food after all and they have no one but themselves to blame

“Where did the cookies even go?”

“…whoops.”

as their honorary child you were not technically counted as a third-wheel

Will had jokingly dubbed it a ‘family bonding time’ whenever you joined in on his Nico’s time together — them not even doing anything special, but you still joined anyways — and the name stuck

in all honesty Will is happy with the arrangement you all have together

don’t get him wrong, he would enjoy the moments he and Nico have together all the same even if you weren’t there, but your presence and witty comments coming from nowhere make it all the more cherished

also, your ability to make scenes more romantic is very highly appreciated; making him choose more woody and grassy areas so it’s easier for you to romanticize them

Nico on the other hand would’ve enjoyed it more if he and Will were alone away from your eyes

but he supposed yours was different — making the moments they both have feel more domestic so he didn’t necessarily consider any of his or Will’s actions PDA when it was you

you never really paid attention anyways

the romanticized scenery caused by you made Nico scoff but he was grateful for the added atmosphere — which was quite a compliment since he normally disliked such clichés

Grover once tried to talk to you about it and relate to the feeling of being the third-wheel like he was with Percy and Annabeth

it didn’t lead to an outcome he expected

“And they’re like: ‘be safe. I love you,’ and then I’m just standing there wondering if they’ll ever tell me that because you know, life-or-death situation going on right? But they never do!”

“Damn bro, that sucks.“

“Does this not happen to you?”

“Nope. We yell at each other to be safe.”

A/N: school is absolute shit

#rin’s 200 follower event [🧸] #rin’s headcanon’s 🌷 #pjo x you #pjo x reader #pjo fluff #will solace x y/n #will solace x reader #will x reader #nico x reader #nico di angelo x reader #nico di angelo #will solace

[littlepadika]

Joel thoughts… What about Petal had a close encounter with an infected while little (Joel of course gets them out of it) and ever since then Petal has been scared to be little cause she feels guilty for putting her and Joel at risk so Joel is trying to coax her into little space and make her feel safe. 💝

noooo dis has me so so emo 😢 (thanks for ur patience bb). i hope you likie 💕

Close l Joel Miller x fem!Reader

Warnings: DDLG, scary situation, angy joel, angst and comfort, talk about littlespace

It was supposed to be safe, damnit. He had scouted this trail a few days ago to make sure there were no infected. The area around the meadow seemed quiet and secluded. Close enough to the border that the town took turns checking. It was sunny and all the wild flowers were in bloom. You were so excited to finally get out.

He should never have taken you there.

It was perfect for a moment. The sun lighting up every corner of the meadow and you had brought him a flower crown. You were in littlespace, not paying attention. Fuck, he wasn't paying attention. And that's when they came. Out of nowhere. Two of them. Running across the field, their horrible faces pointed right at you.

"Petal!" He had dropped everything and ran to you. He dropped his gun. What the hell was he thinking.

"Daddy!" Your wide smile now a wide scream as you met him halfway. You cling onto him and refuse to move.

"Come on, baby girl." He grabs you by the shoulders and tries to pull you back towards where his gun is lying under the shade of the tree. "We gotta run. Come on!"

"Daddy!" You're too scared. Frozen to the spot. You're clawing at his t-shirt like you're trying to crawl inside. And the infected are getting closer. It's the first time in a long time that he's seen one so up close. You look behind your shoulder and shriek. He feels his panic rise.

"Fuck fuck." Joe grunts. He can hardly focus. His heartbeat is loud in his ears and there's this awful sensation that he's been here before. He heaves you over his shoulder and makes a run for it. He knows he has about a five seconds to grab his gun and making the shot.

Joel couldn't tell you how he managed it. Managed to shoot the two in pursuit. He blacked out. All he knew is that he couldn't get you to talk for a few minutes.

"Hey... hey... you're safe." He held you close to his chest, blinking back his own tears that bubbled up.

"Daddy... daddy..." was all you were whimpering. Like you were stuck.

Other folk nearby heard the shots and showed up. Joel told them what happened.

"But why are you out here any way?" One of them, Harper, demanded.

"I thought it was safe. I mean- we're less than one mile from the border."

"It's my fault." You finally spoke up quietly from behind his shoulder.

"No-" he frowned immediately.

"I wanted to come out here." You hugged yourself. Shame bubbled in your tummy. "I was stupid."

"Just..." Harper sighed. "I'm glad ya'll are okay. We can't let our guard down for anything."

Joel bit down his retort as Harper gave him a disappointed glance. Joel wasn't reckless with you. But it sure seemed that way. All the adrenaline made his hand shake as it reached for yours.

"Are you alright?" He asked and he knew it was a stupid question.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, fresh tears sliding down your face. You looked so... ashamed. The shine of trust and innocence missing from your eyes.

"None of that, petal." He squeezed your hand. "It was- if anything it was my fault. You trusted me to watch out for you when you- when you were playing and I fucked up. Shit-" His voice cracked and he had to look away to compose himself. He felt disgusted with himself..

You shook your head. "No, Joel. If it weren't for you I- I would have- I almost killed both of us."

Joel wanted to disagree but he doesn't. He just hugged you and leads you back into the safety of the town's perimeter.

You decide then and there that you'd never be little again. It was too dangerous. You'd never be able to live with yourself if something happened to Joel. You hated yourself for bringing up painful memories for him. He was trying to hide it but you could tell he was beating himself up for it.

Your plan worked pretty well for a couple days. You kept yourself busy and pretend you were fine. You knew Joel could tell something was up. You felt his concerned eyes follow you. And it made you even more angry at yourself because you didn't want him to have to worry about you. You were sure if you told him your resolution to not be little that he'd try to talk you down. But it wasn't up to him.

"Petal don'tcha want April in the bed?" Joel asks on the third day after finding April sitting on the scratched up book shelf in the sitting room.

"Not today." You smile tightly.

"Petal... this ain't like you. To leave April all lonely."

"It's a stuffed animal, Joel." You snap back, some of your frustration boiling over.

Joel looks hurt by this. It was more than that. You loved your stuffie.

"Hey now..." He frowns.

"Stop!" You clap your hands over your ears. "Stop suffocating me!" And you regret it the moment it leaves your mouth. Your resolve crumbles and you run into the bedroom to avoid your tears being seen. No. be strong. Don't be weak. You can't do this anymore. You curled up on the bed, holding your legs to your chest.

"Petal..." Joel stomps after you, his voice rising. "We don't talk to each other like that. Now you may not wanna be my-my little girl anymore-" He sucks in a breath "but goddamnit we need to stick together. Not turn on one another."

When you don't turn around he sits on the bed a foot away from you and rubs his face. You hate feeling like you can't be close to him. But you know if you were to feel him you'd instantly crumble.

"Talk to me, petal. Please, baby. It's safe." He puts a tentative hand on your knee.

"Not safe. Not. I have to be big." You shake your head. Your voice growing quiet and soft. Joel felt his heart breaking in his chest. He hated to see you punishing yourself as if you were trying to have some semblance of control over what happened. "It's my fault I couldn't-I couldn't-"

"You ran to me. You did the right thing." Joel scoots closer.

"But I should have run faster. I should have stayed closer." You lament, hot tears gathering in your eyes.

"Hey..." Joel gently turns your face with the crook of his finger. You're eyes are big and wide and looking up at him with so much trust. He feels all his frustration melt away.

"It's not all on you... We both let down our guard but that don't mean we should hide who we are." Joel says with conviction. "Believe me, petal. I did that and I never want to go back. I don't want to see that happen to you." He cleared his throat in an attempt to keep his own emotions bubbling up.

"I'm so scared, daddy." You cry, sitting up and crawling into his arms. Giving up the fight and taking the comfort you so needed since the incident.

"Shit..." Joel feels some tears fall from his eyes as he presses a kiss into your hair. "Me, too, baby. All the time. But I feel somethin' else too..."

You look up to hear his response. He takes your hand in his and presses it into his chest where his heart beats fiercely. "I feel love. That's why I was able to fight my way to you that day. See... what we have doesn't make us weaker. It make us stronger. Gives me the fire to keep on fightin'."

You sit with that for a moment while Joel slowly draws circles over your knee.

"I'm sorry, daddy." You sniffle. He kisses your head again.

"I'm sorry, too, petal. I'm sorry this happened." Joel curls into you further. He wasn't going to let this fucked up world win. He wasn't going to give way to despair and fear. Even though so much was out of his control... he wouldn't fail again.

"How about this... you come up with a codeword for daddy when you wanna be little outside the house and that way I know to keep an extra close eye on you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Daddies masterlist

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#daddy!joel #little!reader #ask padika #prettygirldjarin #dis has me so soft and sad #joel miller x reader

[ironbatpaperturtle]

PT 2: Time travel AU

"Lucifer . . . ?" Lilith whispered, eyes still droppy from waking up. Rubbing her eyes she spotted her love pacing around the pond he created.

Lucifer paced around, Adam's eyes printed in his mind. The amount of mirth and hatred nearly made Lucifer believe that it was a trick of light.

But that wouldn't explain his whole mannerism, how his smile looked cat like, wiggling his fingers as a mock goodbye.

Lucifer jolted at the feeling of arms circling around his shoulders.

"Are you alright?" Lilith murmured snuggling into the angels shoulder. When Lucifer didn't reply she peeked her head to see Lucifer in deep thought.

"Adam. . ."

Lilith perked up at the mention of her first husband, she peeked to settle it in a way where she can see Lucifers face. Lilith patiently waited for her beloved to continue.

"There's something wrong with him"

____

Adam cackled, watching at the side too see Michael trying to create a flower crown, in all honesty, it looked more like toilet lid. Too big and wonky.

Adam was planning to make tools so he can make his quitar, but Michael decided to drop by and check on him. The first man didn't really know what to do with Michael, afterall he was supposed to be this innocent creature without free will.

So Adam proceeded to pull an activity out of his ass. Flower crown making, seems innocent enough, some of his girls would leave them behind his desk. Viola, a bad bitch, was the softest among the exorcists.

He eventually learned how to create one when he saw her alone, creating a whole batch for all of them.

Then she got killed

At the memory Adam's mood dulled, shoulder's slumped, just a little bit. But Michael, ever the 'great captain' was observant.

He stopped fiddling with the crown assesing Adam.

Now Michael wasn't the most emotional angel, his brothers can assess to that. He has a hard time grasphing annoyance from anger. He wasn't made like Lucifer, he was a weapon for balance.

Michael let out a fake cough. "You must be feeling . . ." what was the word? "dejected"

" . . . Dejected?"

Michael almost wanted to stab himself, complex words like that, especially to a creation thats barely 300 years old, of course he wouldn't get it.

"I meant to say, you must be feeling sad?" How he worded sad made is sound like he also wasn't familiar if he was using the word correctly.

"Don't worry about it" Adam hummed easily, leaning to the side, taking the disastrous flower crown from Michaels hands. Silently he began tying the flowers stopping midway when he noted his slip up.

Fuck

Adam grinned at Michael "I mean you're here aren't you?" Nice save bitch, why don't you ask him to hold your hand and watch the constellations together.

"Um . . . cause you're my new guardian angel uhh to make me happy right? Like what Lucifer was supposed to do?"

"No"

Adam cringed at how Michael said the word 'no' he sounded scarier than Sera, and that's saying something. Nervously he began twiddling with the flowers stem, he could feel the sweat coming down his forehead. Fuck I'm caught.

Michael, unable to detect Adam's unease, continued "Lucifer wasn't allowed in the Garden, until it was his shift. However, plans have change" Michael stood up walking infront of Adam and kneeled on one leg the other extended.

"I am not here to bring you only happiness but I am also here to protect you, to guide you and to support you in anyway possible"

Adam let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, chuckling to himself. Phew.

____

"I see" Lilith hummed, head still on Lucifers shoulder. She hasn't noticed Adam's behaviour, she was too focused on Michael and his cold glare.

"If what you say it true then"

"Then we should report it to Michael and the other Angels" ____

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#hazbin hotel adam #Adam's Time travel era #lucifer morningstar #lilith hazbin hotel #michael #THIS IS PART 2 SINCE YALL WERE INTO THE FIRST ONE

[irisintheafterglow]

HAND THREE - TWO PAIR

summary: in a season where you're determined to fly under the radar, newly-returned crown prince!touya todoroki has other ideas. in this hand, a date is had.

wc: 2.5k

cw/tags: royalty!au/regency!au, fem!reader, some swearing, banter and dialogue driven, fake dating, pining and tension, todoroki enji jumpscare LOL

note: the two wolves living inside me is one wanting to rush the hell out of slow burn and the other telling me to make it painfully slow. however, i broke a little and made the pining a little obvious in this chapter oops. one day i will achieve the emotional release of s2 bridgerton bee sting scene. hope you enjoy !!!!

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated <3

“Show.” 

“You first.”

“I’m royalty.”

“And I have the higher stack. Now, show,” you repeat and he scoffs, the corner of his mouth tugging upward and creasing the deep purple scars on his cheek. He turns his two cards face-up and, sure enough, you’d snatched another victory from the self-proclaimed Prince of Calculation. “I win again,” you smile and he begrudgingly pushes the pot to your side of the table, an amalgamation of garden pebbles, stray buttons, and a few gold coins you managed to produce. You were using whatever you had to gamble and the prince didn’t seem to mind. Touya, you remind yourself. You were supposed to call him by his first name throughout this whole charade, but it seemed as foreign on your tongue as a protruding third set of teeth. 

“You’re a much more dangerous woman than you give yourself credit for,” he muses with a clever glint in his eyes. Over the course of the last month or so, you’d accumulated an immunity to his unwavering stares and scalding eyes; lately, it actually seemed you found a certain affinity for his intense nature, even when you were its only target. His sweetly poisonous words were the latest test to your composure. “If we dressed you as a man for the night, we could relieve an entire club of their purses before the clock strikes ten.” His pretty fingers dealt another two cards and you peeked at them from the bottom of your vision. Queen of hearts and two of clubs. Not the best hand. 

“Hmm. How much of the pot would you use to bail me out for invading said club?” You lay out the first three cards, the flop, and flip the first over before betting a conservative amount. Four of diamonds. 

“Who ever said anything about bail? I’d just sneak you out. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time,” he answers, calling your bet, and you can’t tell if he’s kidding. It was another piece you were still trying to solve of the puzzle that was the prince of the Todoroki family, how he joked so casually about breaking laws and dodging authority. The nonchalance of his recklessness made your stomach turn, sometimes, but you couldn’t tell if it was from fear or intrigue. You flip the second card of the flop. Two of hearts. A pair, if all else failed. You just had to hope he didn’t have anything either. 

“For a royal, you seem to know a concerning amount about rule breaking. Do you have any intent to corrupt me?” 

“By the end of our courtship, possibly.” Jack of diamonds. Not what you were hoping for as the third card, by any means. A flash of excitement lights up behind your opponent’s eyes, too purposeful to be genuine. You mentally added his poker tells to the never-ending list of things to figure out about him, right under the number of crimes he’s committed against the government. Tossing in a few medium-value flower petals, you’re unsurprised when he matches your bet again. 

“Our courtship which, I’ll remind you, is causing quite the stir in the ton,” you point out while revealing the turn. Seven of hearts. You try not to let your disappointment in your current hand show on your face. The prince, you notice, looks like he’s trying a little too hard to contain his excitement. “You know, I suspect they might be rooting for us.”

“That’d be a new experience for me. Never received too much support in my endeavors before.” He places a high bet and you have no choice but to match it. If you were right about him lying, you would learn something new about his poker strategy; but, if you were wrong, you wouldn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the day. You flip the river and your heart stutters. Two of diamonds. You’re careful with your next bet, knowing that three of a kind wasn’t the best or worst hand you could create. The prince, however, pushes his entire hoard into the pot with a challenge in his eyes. He was trying to force you to fold. 

You match the bet and reveal your hand. 

Two pair versus three of a kind. The prince was bluffing, and you won again.

“At least this time, you’re not alone.” The admission is obvious but still catches both of you off-guard when you say it. You’re about to apologize for being too sentimental when that unreadable look passes over his face again, sudden as a lightning strike and gone just as quickly. 

“I guess you’re right,” he murmurs, relinquishing the remaining pot of knick-knacks to you. “Though I will say, having my ass handed to me in a card game was not a part of my plan.”

“A woman with intellect is never part of a man’s plan, yet she prevails all the same,” you conclude and he hums in agreement, collecting the remaining cards and slotting them back into their box. A concerning thought occurs to you and you glance around the secluded palace courtyard with new-found suspicion. His eyes follow your own, watching you keenly in a way that was both comforting and unsettling. 

“What is it?” 

“Will the servants not whisper about a woman playing a man’s game?” 

“They will whisper that you won, and that is what matters,” he states like a well-known fact. “Why? Is something bothering you about them?” 

“No, I’m just mulling over this whole arrangement again.” You wave him off dismissively and take another sip of lemonade from your teacup. A drink which, when you’d finally agreed to meet the prince at the palace for a day, he ordered presumably because you both shared a distaste for tea. “How odd it is and how people gossip so.”

“A lady beating the prince at poker is hardly a scandal compared to what transpired last week,” he recalls with terribly-hidden amusement, breaking off a piece of scone and smearing a glob of berry preserves onto it. “Wouldn’t you agree?” Your cheeks heat when you think of the memory and you snap your fan open to cool yourself and hide your burning face. It certainly wasn’t your proudest moment, to say the least. 

“Would you like me to retrieve a stick to keep your competition at bay?” You had jokingly asked, following his distracted gaze. It was your third ball of the season and your third public appearance with the prince; both you and your co-conspirator were forced to acknowledge the increasing number of interested suitors trying to pry you away. Dances, you found, were one of the few moments where other men weren’t climbing over each other for your attention. The only problem was being forced to share breathing space with him for an extended period of time. “Your Highness, why are you glaring like that?”

“I said to stop calling me that, and I’m not glaring,” he mumbled, very obviously glaring and avoiding your eyes. His hand stiffens around your waist, making your already-awkward distance from him more uncomfortable. It didn’t take long to notice that he was a fine dancer when he was with any other partner but you, and you figured it was because being in such close proximity was not part of your agreement. You raise a skeptical eyebrow, finally making him look at you when the silence indicates your displeasure. “Pay me no mind. I am only–”

“Moping like a kicked dog, that’s what you’re doing,” you interject and, in a blink, you’re back in another standoff with his intense stare.

“I don’t recall when you gained the right to comment on my behaviors so crassly.” Your eyebrows pinch, taken aback by his sudden hostility. His eyes were always burning, like embers in a fireplace, and it felt like the longer you looked at them, the less likely you’d be able to pull away. After a few moments of staring him down, you back off with a frustrated huff. You think you feel some of the tension leave him, too. 

“If we are to keep up this ruse in a believable manner, I suggest you confide in me from time to time, especially if it causes you to act in unfavorable ways,” you state simply, your irritation obvious. 

“You know nothing of my unfavorable ways.” The venom in his voice makes your heart sink, against your own judgment. His expression doesn’t soften, but his voice does. “Trust me. It’s not your burden to bear,” he says in a low tone and goosebumps spread across your arms, despite the fabric of your gloves and the sleeves of your dress. He meets your eyes and you could have sworn his gaze flickers to the neckline of your gown, but the action, like so many of his movements, is too quick to comment on. “So, let’s keep to our sides of the street, shall we?” 

“You’re insufferable,” you hiss, letting your politely smiling face slip as the strings conclude the dance. “Enjoy the rest of the evening. I feel a bit faint.” The muscles in his jaw clenches and you turn on your heel to beeline for an exit when a strong hand grabs you by the wrist and pulls you backward. Before you can register where you’re moving, your hand is placed firmly on his forearm and you’re a split-second from slapping him when–

“Touya.” Shit. With a blank mind, you remember to curtsy from pure muscle memory, dipping deeply toward the ground while the prince bends at the waist.

“Good evening, Father.” Touya’s voice becomes empty, devoid of all sarcasm, teasing, and charm. A glance at his face tells the same tale, blank and emotionless. The only indication of his true thoughts came the slight shake in his arm and how he unconsciously tugged you closer and closer to his side. You let yourself be pulled in and your free hand moved on its own, coming to rest on top of his and running your thumb over his knuckles. He exhales shakily. “Father, this is–”

“I know who you are,” he says before you could be properly introduced, making your nostrils flare. The man besides you bristles and you wonder how such a hard-faced, stoic man could make such a reckless and carefree son. You’d never seen King Todoroki except in victory parades and newsprints of his alliance with King All Might, but you could recognize the family’s flaming eyes from miles away. You decided that, no matter how irritating the prince was, his father was lower on your ranking of the Todoroki royals. “Should you marry, are you aware of the responsibility of being the wife of a king?” 

“I believe she is called a queen, Your Majesty,” you hear yourself say before you can stop yourself. From beside you, the prince makes a noise somewhere between a choke and a snort, and you direct your attention to the floorboards in hopes of surviving the king’s scathing reply. Despite the chatter of the party around you, it feels like your words were echoing off the gilded ceilings. The reprimand, however, never comes. The king turns back to his son with a look of suppressed wrath before turning and stalking away, a crowd of nobles crowing for his attention. 

“I can’t believe you just did that,” he whispers in disbelief as he hurriedly guides you out of the hall and into one of the manor’s gardens, still within sight of nosy mothers but out of their earshot. Your hand hasn’t left his arm, nor has he tried to pry it off. If anything, you click into his side like a missing puzzle piece, and you’re confusingly reluctant to let go. “That was the worst possible way you could have answered that question,” the prince continues and your stomach turns. 

“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you,” you reply with poorly masked shame, lowering your head and letting him walk ahead. Your hand detaches from his arm and you’re struck by the sudden lack of warmth. He turns sharply to look at you, looks back at his empty arm, and then back at you before closing the few feet between you. His eyes were burning into you again but he said nothing, watching you watch the blades of grass surrounding your shoes. Your voice is as quiet as the swaying summer wind. “If I have jeopardized our plan, I understand if you–”

“Stop,” he commands, and it takes a moment to register his gloved fingers under your chin, gently but firmly tilting your head to look at him. Your eyes trace the jagged lines of where his skin meets his scars and the world around you quiets. “I am…the opposite of angry with your actions.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not an easy task, talking back to my father. Yet, you performed it as easily as breathing,” he explains with a soft awe in his expression that made your breath catch in your chest. 

“I guess I’ve had good practice, countering your arguments for the better half of the summer,” you agree hesitantly. What the hell was this feeling? For whatever reason, the world around you temporarily faded to static noise and blurred paintings, with the only decipherable images being the man in front of you. “So, you’re not unhappy with my behavior around your father?”

“I have never been prouder to be seen with you,” he reassures you and you finally crack a smile, his hand leaving your face and his feet stepping back to a respectful distance. “On another note, can you recall what we were arguing about before we were interrupted?”

“I can’t, unfortunately. I believe I was about to leave you alone on the dance floor to mingle with other suitors,” you joke and, though his expression remains relaxed, his eyes darken subtly. 

“I wouldn’t let them so much as breathe in your direction,” he declares, your breath becoming stuck in your lungs again. “Plus, you were saying that you required a stick to fight them off.”

“I did not say I required a stick,” you counter, lightheartedly bumping your shoulder against his while you make your way back into the manor. He merely smiles, a rare, genuine smile. “Though, I would like to apologize for my brash observations.” 

“You are forgiven.”

“Thank you,” you exhale, following him to the refreshments table.

“And…”

“Nevermind,” you backtrack, but he continues nonetheless.

“As reparation for insinuating that I act like an abused animal–”

“Which you do,” you retort quietly and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Next week, you will accompany me in receiving a visiting ally prince,” he says. “As it would be dreadfully boring to do alone and you, thankfully, bruised my ego, I will be dragging you with me on his guided tour of the kingdom’s market district.” 

“Must I really attend?”

“Who’s acting like the kicked dog now?” He smirks and you have no choice but to go along with his plan. Now, after several rounds of beating his royal ass in poker, it was time for you to leave and prepare for the social night between the Takami and Todoroki kingdoms. 

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[dreaminghelaena]

asoiaf characters as youtubers

cersei: she is the CRAZIEST mukbanger ever. always has some new drama to talk about and it’s very very interesting so she has millions of subscribers. you know that meme of azealia banks’ internet feuds list? yeah that’s cersei. she’s beefed with everyone on the platform and never makes any apology videos for it. she’s had the channel since before she gave birth to joffrey and it’s still going strong. she sometimes does sponsorships but only for wine companies

tyrion: he is the vsauce of asoiaf youtube. does a lot of videos about scientific theories and experiments that get a lot of views. sometimes has drama with people but it’s not very often. he did a face reveal once he got to 3 mil and people edited picsart flower crowns onto his head and made it their pfp, so his comments are just filled with those. sometimes does his own experiments but they always end up going wrong

margaery: she does a lot of makeup tutorials!! she makes sure to use easily accessible drugstore makeup products so people can follow along. she has a couple million subscribers and is renowned as the most non-toxic makeup youtuber of all time. tried to collab with cersei but cersei didn’t show up. she also used to be a nail tech so she has a master class on that

theon: OMGGG theon is THE internet gossip youtuber ever. he’ll literally be pumping out videos about feuds hours after they started. some call him shady cause of the types of videos he makes but he doesn’t care cause he’s having fun. he also has a twitch gaming streaming channel and he is the Jerma of his universe there. he sucks at the games and does not know anything about gaming consoles or the best mics/cameras etc so he has to get computer science™ major jon to help him

sansa: sansa is a fashion design major in nyc so of COURSE she is posting lifestyle vlogs. she started the whole channel because she was featured in a few of margaery’s videos and people kept asking for her to make her own. but she is also very careful with her privacy cause she’s scared of someone finding her. she also has a second channel where she posts sims 4 videos and it’s super chill and fun over there

arya: arya’s really into self defense so she mostly posts tutorials and videos about that. she’s super super helpful in the comments but will insult people brutally when provoked. her genre isn’t as popular as the others so she has a couple hundred thousand (very loyal) subscribers. she also has a secret second channel that only has around 10k subs and everyone there gatekeeps tf out of it. she posts roblox and fortnite videos with her siblings that are really funny and entertaining. all of the girls in the comments are thirsting for robb 😭

jon: jon doesn’t post very much but when he does post it’s minecraft videos. most of the time sam is in them and sometimes robb will make an appearance but he has no idea what is going on. jon posts minecraft builds and he has his own smp (is that what they call it????) he’ll occasionally post videos about playing choices matter games like detroit become human and until dawn. sometimes ppl go ??? because during his minecraft build videos he traumadumps in the background instead of just putting on music or smth. he doesn’t show his face tho cause he’s afraid of getting made fun of

myrcella and tommen: ok they have a super secret channel that only has around 1,000 subscribers where they post videos of their cat. that’s all. people in the comments are super sweet and myrcella and tommen make an effort to respond to all of them. their videos only get like 230 views each time they post but they don’t really care they’re having fun

renly and loras: they’re posting relationship vlogs and stuff but they don’t have a filter so sometimes they talk about really nsfw stuff and get in trouble for it. they’re mostly known for their travel vlogs but they also do videos about drama in their lives that is literally insane. like once renly casually brought up how his brother almost killed him during a ouija board game and loras is like “mhm mhm” but all of the comments are ???? margaery collabs with them all of the time too

bran: 3am challenges.

#asoiaf #asoiaf crack #a song of ice and fire #cersei lannister #theon greyjoy #sansa stark #jon snow #renly baratheon #loras tyrell #margaery tyrell #arya stark #tyrion lannister #myrcella baratheon #myrcella lannister #tommen baratheon #bran stark

[raayllum]

Do you have any headcanons of callum being protective/considerate/thoughtful with rayla? I'm so in love with how gentle he was with her this season.

Callum planting flowers from the Silvergrove in the castle gardens as a surprise and then convincing her to take a 'moonlit' stroll with him one night once they're ready so he can show them off

It's non traditional but he knows the main reason she hates the water is because she always feels unsteady on her feet so he gets her a grip mat for the tub so she can feel more centered

Redoing her braid for her whenever it comes undone and stitching up little tears and frayed edges in her clothing/cloaks because he knows how to sew

On that note: getting her a new cloak because her old one is tattered and doing up the clasp for her / tugging her in close by the hood for nose and mouth kisses if he's not smiling too much

Him and Ezran collecting a whole bunch of things during the timeskip to save up to give to her so that the castle can feel like home

So many forehead kisses and just gentle hand squeezes. Three squeezes means "I love you" and he'll trace the words onto her back or side sometimes when they're just laying together

He definitely talked privately to Opeli (and probably the guards) after the 5x01 throne room debacle and gave them a piece of his mind / new protocol to follow when it comes to them being concerned about Rayla's actions (ficlet here)

For that matter: absolute death glares to anyone who gives her a hard time at the castle / any diplomatic function (and probably almost causes a political incident or two over it)

Him murmuring the sappy love poetry he's read in her ear even when she rolls he eyes and can't quite hide her smile, working up his nerve to write personal poems of his own for her

Little things he did this season like being the one to handle the reigns of their mount the bulk of the time as soon as they started sharing because he knows she's not a morning person and is a light sleeper, so she holds onto his middle and he lets her doze for most of the day whenever he can

Requesting mints at inns they stay in that don't have any already / using magic to carve the soap into little shapes if they aren't that way to begin with and leaving them, once again, as little surprises for her to discover

If/when Rayla wants or needs time away from Stella (sparring perhaps) the cuddlemonkey is almost always with Callum and he makes sure she's cared for too. She's fussy about getting brushed and hard to pin down thanks to the six hands, so he'll usually help get her sitting still while Rayla does the actual grooming

Him using cooling spells for her when it's hot on summer nights (like in 4x07) and heating his hands to lay on her tummy when she gets period cramps

Normally he'd never throw his weight around as a prince, but he absolutely will on her behalf, whether it's getting something she wants from a servant tea/food wise or making sure they are treated well / have a nice place to stay while travelling

"It's none of your concern--" "It very much is her concern, and watch your tone."

Giving her his scarf whenever it's cold, of course

Making sure she's not overworking her bad wrist and giving little massages to that and her ankles when she's been doing a lot of jumps/movements that day, especially as they get older

His sketchbook is equally hers (even if she uses it far less often of course) and there's a few pages near the back designated for her to leave notes or doodles or whatever she wants when she's bored and/or he's not using it (he's very proud of how her drawing has improved)

Getting heavy duty enchanted blinds from Lux Aurea for her room so it can keep the sun out so she can sleep in / can give her room more of a twilight light quality so it can remind her of the Silvergrove (if she wants)

There are some meetings he can't get out of as crown prince but they're long and boring so he does his best to convince Rayla to go and spend her afternoon doing something she wants. (She usually stays for at least the first half anyway to support him and Ez)

Drawing memories and stories she tells him about her family and then giving her the pages so she can hold onto / remember them

Rayla still having a hard time articulating how she's feeling sometimes and getting upset/angry/embarrassed when it comes out wrong, so he takes her hand and gets her to take a steadying breath and start over with a gentle "Try again. What are you meaning to say?" if she says something obtuse/that comes out wrong

Ofc taking care of her when she's sick no matter how disgruntled or snotty she gets and reading to her quietly/stroking her hair until she falls asleep

Taking her to his favourite places in the castle/kingdom/Pentarchy for dates and private times to hang out alone, insisting on carrying their picnic basket because he's a Prince, Rayla, and chivalry isn't dead

Callum working very hard to learn traditional Moonshadow elf (no matter how much she teases him for his pronunciation) so he can use it to propose to her

#rayllum #headcanons #leftboob #requests #mine #thanks for asking #pining!callum #tdp #the dragon prince #supportive callum

[literary-motif]

Hear The Bluebells

Zaros Ahta'lin x Reader

The last of the trials makes you search for a flower on a mountain with Zaros. It does not go as planned.

“How does it feel being so close to the throne?” you asked teasingly, only slightly out of breath as Zaros stumbled over yet another rock. He was breathing heavily next to you, the steep path to the top of the mountain more challenging than he would have thought. “Savor it while it lasts. After today, the succession will be settled.”

You had been searching for your designated flowers for at least an hour now, not daring to stray too far from the path, lest you should get lost in the thick woods of the mountain. 

“In my favor, I’m sure,” Zaros panted, glancing to the side to make sure the spots of color dancing in his vision were not the Fire Lily he so desperately yearned to find. You pushed aside some of the bushes yourself, wondering silently how hard it could be to find a Burnt Orchid.

Hopefully, the flower took less time to appear near the track than it took Zaros to find his. 

He groaned, stopping in his tracks as he swayed on the spot. You reached out to steady him. Zaros was pale, his eyes shut tightly as if trying to block out the world spinning around him. “Are you alright?” you asked in concern.

“Fine,” he said, pushing your hands away to walk briskly past you. “Don’t try to distract me!” As if he was worried you were trying to hide the flower he needed, Zaros took a thorough look around.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Alright,” you said, “I tried. If you collapse from overexertion, don’t you dare pout.”

“I never pout,” he said, not finding any lilies and walking up the path once more, catching up to you only because you waited up for him.

“Sure, Zaros.”

Silence stretched between you, causing your thoughts to wander as your eyes roamed the ground, occasionally meeting Zaros’ tired ones. What would become of the other once the successor was crowned? Of course, you wished that the honor would fall to you, but it made you wonder what the Kingdom would do to Zaros then, what his mother would say.

It was almost sad, knowing the trials would come to an end today. It made you melancholic, reflecting on the many years you had spent with Zaros before you two broke apart.

“Yes!” Zaros exclaimed, startling you out of your thoughts. The butterfly you were observing flapped its wings quickly and disappeared. He emerged behind a tree, a single orange flower gripped securely in his hand.

The frown of confusion dropped from your face immediately, all peaceful musings of the past forgotten as your eyes and heart hardened. Zaros held the Fire Lily in his hand. You were losing the throne. 

Zaros smiled slily at you, despite his best efforts his lips trembled a little and he was still dangerously pale. “I told you,” he said, voice considerably less strong than before, “I’m ahead of you.” 

The panic rising within you was palpable. “Right,” you spat with a forced smile, “Let’s see who delivers it to her Majesty first, shall we? After all, that’s when the trials are over.” Without waiting for a reply, you continue marching upward along the trail.

Zaros laughed, calling after you as he started making his descent, “You’re just sour that you lost.”

“Haven’t lost anything yet,” you mumbled under your breath, shoving aside bushes with more force than necessary. 

Stupid flower! How dare it grow further up the mountain than the damned lily! A Burnt Orchid. Why did the scholars pick this flower in particular for you? You had seen countless others near the path. Snowbells, edelweiss, butterwort, bluebells. Why didn’t they choose one of those?

“Come on!” you said exasperated, pushing aside a branch forcefully. At the foot of a nearby tree, you saw the dark reddish-brown and white of the flower you were looking for. “At last.”

You plucked it quickly, admiring its beauty for only a brief moment before darting towards the track again. There was no time to lose. Who knew how far ahead Zaros was already? If he got to the foot of the mountain before you, the throne would be officially lost to you.

The path was uncomfortably steep. You slipped a few times, sliding down entire parts in your haste, only catching your footing again with effort. You nearly stumbled over Zaros’ leg, not seeing him slumped against the tree to the side of the trail.

“What are you doing?” you asked, taking a moment to catch your breath. 

Zaros was panting heavily, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you unfocused. The Fire Lily was softly resting in his open hand. “I—” he breathed, “Just need— moment.” 

You frowned, kneeling next to him. Sweat was coating his forehead and you could feel the exhaustion radiating off of him. You doubted he would be able to make it down the mountain on his own, doubted he could take a single step without collapsing again. Zaros needed to drink some water, eat a bite, and rest. The mountain had taken everything out of him, evidently.

“Alright,” you said, thinking about what to do. It should not be far from the foot of the mountain now. You glanced down the path. It was still steep, but you would make it work somehow. “Alright,” you repeated, shifting the Burned Orchid to your other hand and sneaking your arm around Zaros’ waist, helping him up and holding him steady with a tight grip on his hips. You slung his arm around your shoulder, shifting a little to take more of his weight. 

Zaros gave a noise of surprise but did not protest. You took a few steps before stopping, turning your head to look at where he had sat a moment ago. The Fire Lily was still lying on the ground. 

“Can you stand on your own?” you asked, receiving a groan from Zaros. “Only for a moment, alright. Here, lean on the tree, just for a moment.” You disentangled yourself from his arm, leaving his side for a second to collect his flower. “Here, I’ve got you. It’s alright. Lean on me again, I’ve got you.”

Together, you made your way down the mountain, both flowers clutched tightly in your right hand. 

“You should probably let go of me now,” Zaros said, looking ahead at the small crowd of people waiting in the distance to pronounce the successor. The Regent sat in their center, the golden chair brought out here for the occasion shimmering in the sunlight. 

“Sure,” you said, “If you can assure me you won't fold and crumble to the ground the moment I let go of you. Can you do that?” Zaros remained silent. “Thought so.”

“But you—” he began confused. For the life of him, he could not understand why you did not seize the opportunity and leave him behind to claim the throne for yourself. “It’s gonna be—”

You shushed him gently as you neared the crowd.

“I’d like some water,” you called out, stepping closer to her Majesty. Your mother tilted her head when she saw you with Zaros, narrowing her eyes in confusion. His mother gasped when she saw the two of you, her mouth falling open indignantly. 

“Impossible,” you heard her murmur.

“Your Majesty,” you said, inclining your head and tightening your hold on Zaros when you felt him shift in your arms. “We have returned.” You stepped closer to her, whispering to Zaros, “Put your hand on mine, on the one holding the flowers.” After all, you did not wish for a technicality stated in the fine print to ruin your plan.

He looked at you for a long moment, gaze indiscernible, before complying with your request. 

You offered the flowers to her Majesty, Zaros’ hand resting over yours. “Both of the Flowers, your Majesty. Combined. The Fire Lily and the Burned Orchid, as you requested. Since they were delivered at the same time, I can only assume we—”

Your mother looked at you, a small smile gracing her lips as pride shone in her eyes when she exclaimed loudly and for all to hear, “We have a tie.”

#sakuverse #zsakuva #zaros x reader #zsakuva zaros #zaros atha'lin #zaros atha'lin x reader

[otomefiend]

Alfons Sylvatica

Collection Event: I want to know every inch of you

A very quick translation, so please forgive any errors/awkwardness. Here's to hoping Kate will manage to fluster this guy one day. Cause it ain't today.

~~~

Alfons: "Physical examination...?"

Kate: "Regular checks are performed as part of the Crown's healthcare system. Your cooperation will be greatly appreciated."

When Victor asked me to collect everyone's details, I called Alfons to the infirmary.

Alfons: "If that's the case, then go ahead. Do as much research as you like."

Kate: "There are some red marks on your neck and chest that..."

Alfons: "Hmm... those could be scratches from a cat or a dog."

(... if he says so. I shouldn't pursue the matter further)

Alfons: "I get marked easily. Would you like to test it yourself?"

Alfons ran his hand over his skin invitingly.

Crimson flowers blooming on his pale skin drew my gaze. The sight unsettled me and made me avert my eyes.

Kate: "No need to concern yourself with me!"

Alfons: "Oh, I see. That's a shame..."

~~~

(All right, now that I've learned all I needed to know)

Kate: "The assessment is over. Thank you for your cooperation."

Alfons: "Please wait. It looks like some fields are still empty?"

His finger tapped the corner of the record sheet I was holding.

(Huh...? I thought I filled it all in)

Indeed, the last item was still left blank. What was there ---

Kate: "The most important entry... 'erogenous zones'!?"

Alfons: "My my, this seems like an interesting section, don't you agree?"

Kate: "It must be a mistake! I'll go ask Victor!"

Alfons: "Why don't you just measure it according to the instructions?"

Alfons: "If it's a mistake, you can erase it later."

Alfons: "Lord Victor is busy, that's why he left this task to you, am I right?"

Alfons: "I don't think it's worth wasting time confirming this..."

(Ugh... he's probably right)

Kate: "T-then... could you shed some light? On your erogenous zones that is..."

Alfons: "Now then, you want to know where they are?"

Kate: "Yes?"

Alfons: "Thinking about it, it's hard to pinpoint the exact location..."

Kate: "... every day you return at dawn and yet you don't know?"

Alfons: "Uh-huh, haven't got a clue. Can you help me find out, Kate?"

Alfons: "Touch my body... Try to find a place that makes me feel good."

(I really should refuse...)

(...but he's right, I need to complete the records properly)

After pondering on it for a moment, a wicked idea came to mind.

(... this could be a perfect opportunity to expose Alfons' weaknesses)

Up until now, I had always been at his mercy.

But if I had succeeded, this was going to provide a perfect opportunity for a payback.

Kate: "...... fine, I'll do it. It's part of my task after all. Please, sit on the chair."

He sat in silence as I reached towards his body.

Observing his reactions, my fingertips slowly traced his chest, then stomach and finally his waist.

Alfons: "Haa... haa... ah, this is good. Keep it up..."

(Such exaggerated noises... it's definitely an act)

(How can I find his erogenous zones...)

Kate: "Does it really feel good?"

Alfons: "Yes, of course. Your clumsy attempt is quite entertaining..."

Alfons: "Besides, it's enlightening to observe the way you touch me."

Kate: "Enlightening...?"

Alfons: "All of the areas you're touching in your search... might be the very spots you find pleasurable yourself."

Kate: "Ugh...... absolutely not. My... this has nothing to do with me!"

Alfons: "Oh, are you going to stop? If it doesn't matter, I don't see a problem with continuing..."

Kate: "I think I've done enough research already!"

Alfons: "There are places you haven't explored yet. For example... inside my mouth."

Kate: "Inside your mouth..."

My gaze lingered on his thin lips.

Alfons: "Stir it with your tongue, taste it, suck it... check if it feels good."

Kate: "Yeah, yeah, how typical."

Alfons: "Well, without it, the form will be incomplete."

Kate: "Ugh."

Alfons: "... this is only for research purposes, right? It's your job to investigate after all."

Kate: "Fine..."

It felt wrong. It set off my alarm bells since I knew those were devil's whispers ---.

Alfons: "... As expected, you're an excellent fairytale expert."

How was it possible that one piece of praise could bring me so much joy?

Kate: "Nn...."

I carefully placed my hand on Alfons' shoulder and pressed my lips to his.

Then I wrapped my tongue around his and tried my best to stimulate him.

(It's a decent try, but... does it really make him feel good?)

Preoccupied with kissing him, I had no chance to pay attention to how Alfons was doing.

Alfons: ".... You're such a pitiful girl."

I heard him mutter in a gentle tone of voice ---.

Kate: "Huh!? Mnn...."

This time, it was Alfons' tongue that entered my mouth.

My head was spinning from kisses so intense that my earlier ones seemed like child's play in comparison.

(This is ridiculous...)

(I was supposed to look for Alfons' erogenous zones, and yet it was me getting lost in pleasure...)

When our lips finally separated, I was the one who was exhausted and breathing heavily on his shoulder.

Alfons: "....many thanks for your efforts in the investigation. You've been very helpful."

Kate: "You're wel...."

Alfons: "After all... that debauched face of yours might be what excites me the most."

Alfons: "... well, please write in your report that my whole body is an erogenous zone."

Alfons: "If there's a need to write anything to begin with..."

(......what?)

Hearing his strange remark, I quickly looked at the form... and noticed that the last section was nowhere to be found.

(No way, Alfons' ability to change perception...!?)

When I looked up to give him a piece of my mind, he was already gone.

~~~

Alfons: "Heh,... you troubled thing, so serious and so completely fooled."

~~~

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Jushiro Ukitake first saw you when the whole squad 13 went out for picnic in celebration of their latest win. You, being one of the new recruits, did not feel much deserving to be celebrating a win where you only played a small role and did not confront the enemy at all. Nonetheless, you were there with your friends as you make flower crowns for everyone. "May I wear one as well?" You were startled and quickly rose to your feet and bowed, you did not expect the captain to come and talk to you personally. Ukitake smiled and let out a small laugh, telling you to drop the formalities for such an event and you proceeded to make a flower crown for him.

You noticed he talks to everyone with the same level of politeness and respect, with his fellow captains, with his immediate subordinates, with his squad members and even with newbies like yourself. But you felt something was....off. There was a glint in his eyes that seemed to be present only when he's having a conversation with you, but maybe you were imagining things. You interacting with him became a daily thing. He would call you in his office and give you a small chore and ask you questions about your life, which turned into hour long conversations.

You joined squad 13 because of its calm environment, but you still haven't had the chance to join the battlefield, the zanpakuto on your hip collecting dust. You decided to talk to the Captain, he'll surely help you right? Even killing a small hollow would be a big achievement for you. "Captain if I'm not interrupting, may I make a small request?" Ukitake looked up from the book in his hand. "Go ahead" "Captain I'll like to join my colleagues on the frontlines" He closed the book, making eye contact. "I see... so that's your request? I'll do something about it okay?" You were happy he listened to you, now you can finally put your academy training to work.

The squad was preparing to go the site where a huge hollow was spotted and during the preparations you got summoned to the captain's office. You hoped it would be about him allowing you to go there as well."Ah you're here. Please take a seat, I have important matters to discuss with you. I've also prepared tea and snacks for us" Ukitake ushered you to sit in front of him as the two of you created a strategy to approach the holllow. When the solid plan was completed you excused yourself, but as soon as you stood up you fell to your side, the last thing you saw was Ukitake's arms holding you before you hit the ground.

The sound of a man's cough woke you up. It was a dimly lit room, a room you've never set foot in before. " You're awake. That's good. Now let me help you sit up straight" You recognised the man's voice, of course you did, you've conversed with this man daily.

Ukitake held your hand in his as he spoke " I must apologise for my actions dearest, but what other option did I have? How else could I have kept you away from the pain? Don't worry the poison I add in your meal would not cause you any harm, just makes you a little weak. That's all. Being affected by a chronic illness has made me a bit educated in medicine, so you're in good hands. I'll take great care you. I will not let anything harm you."His hands reach out to the bowl kept at his side.

He scooped some soup into the spoon, bringing it near your mouth.

"Now say ahh..."

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