#and then moves to hand them candy and half the kids scream and run away

[catherinnn]

Play-Fighting

enjoy yet another real fluffy blurb about this boy

You were laying on the couch talking to the girls while waiting for the boys to get back with something to eat. You were hanging out at the château as usual, when you realized that you were running out of beer, you sent the boys to go get some more and also, some food to have dinner together.

Sarah was in the middle of a story about her and Wheezie when the boys entered the house very loudly.

“So, we got more beer and for food we’ve got two options. Pizza or macaroni and cheese, your choice” Pope announced.

“Mac and cheese please, we had pizza yesterday already” Kie asked and the rest of us nodded agreeing with her.

“Mac and cheese it is then” Pope and John B. went to the kitchen to start cooking them. Sarah went back to her story when you felt a body jumping onto the couch with you, practically falling on top of you, crushing you.

“Hey there, did you miss me?” of course it was JJ who jumped interrupting your peace.

“J, you’re crushing me” you groaned trying to get him off of you.

“Oh, so you didn’t miss me? Alright then”

“I didn’t say that but please, let me breathe properly” you kept trying to push him, but of course, he was stronger than you.

“No, you already hurt my feelings” he said as his fingers started tickling your belly with a devilish smirk on his face.

“No! Get off of me, JJ!” you yelled as your hands pushed him away while you tried to hold back your laughter. Maybe you didn’t have to hold back but you couldn’t let him win. And he wouldn’t let you go before he wins.

You tried with something that you knew was gonna work, you moved your hands to his hair and started pulling on it. A scream left his lips as you turned around and sat on his lap, hand still attached to his hair. His hands left your belly and quickly moved to your hair too, grabbing a handful of it and pulling just like you were with his. You winced from the pain and then laughed at the situation and how you were winning this one because JJ wouldn’t stop complaining and telling you to let go of his hair.

The girls who were still sat in the living room rolled their eyes at your little play-fight and kept on talking ignoring you two and your screaming.

As JJ realized he was losing, he moved his hands to your waist and started pinching harshly on the skin moving from your waist, to your belly, your back and hips.

“Ow! No, stop it!” you complained and pulled on his hair even harder than before.

“You stop it!” He flinched.

“Both of you stop it!” Cleo complained next to you. “Can’t even listen with both of you screaming in my ear, man” You and JJ removed your hands from each other with a pout as if you were little kids who were just told to behave. You rolled around, sitting between his legs and leaning on his chest, he hugged you and kissed the side of your head. Now cuddling together leaving the previous cat-and-dog-fight long forgotten.

“John B. can you get me a beer?” JJ asked loudly so he could hear from the kitchen.

“Me too!” Sarah joined.

“Bring for everyone!” Kie requested making things simpler.

“We bought some snacks too, to eat while we wait for the mac and cheese” John B. appeared with the beers and some chips. We cheered as if we were little kids getting candy—well, we kind of were. “Dude, what’s up with your hair?” John B. asked JJ noticing how it was way messier than usual. The girls noticed too thanks to John B’s comment and they laughed at the state of it.

“This little bitch happened” he commented and removed his hands from around your body and started to comb it back with his fingers.

“He was tickling me” you defended yourself and grabbed two beers.

“Oh, that was not even half as painful as this was” he responded getting angry again.

“Quit crying, just drink your beer and keep cuddling me” you cut him off.

“You don’t deserve it now” he mumbled to himself but obviously, giving how close you were, you heard it. Nonetheless, he grabbed the beer you were handing him and his arms returned to your body, keeping you close.

#jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x fem!reader #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank #obx x reader #obx fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction #jj outer banks #outer banks

[forgottendolly]

Things I loved in Station Theatre’s RTC because I can’t stop thinking about it and I don’t think I ever will😔😔 (in no particular order whatsoever😇🙏)

- JANES REACTIONS TO HER BIRTHDAY SONG

- Virgil the rat chewing the power cable and his little ears and head just bobbed 😭😭

- JANES PIGTAILS

- The whole pre jawbreaker monologue (yes, I cried… sobbed more accurately)

- Mischa blowing a party blower at Jane and her getting scared x2

- Constance’s cotton Candy earrings 😞💗 I need them for myself!!!!!

- Ocean and Constance doing their little “improv” skit was done so perfectly I laughed so hard 💀

- Jane running and hugging Ocean during her “i love you guys” speech and just not letting her go LIKE FULL ON HOLDING ONTO HER AND DRAGGING ALONG AS OCEAN BACKED AWAY

- CONSTANCE RECORDER SOLO SLAYED I THINK I BURST MY LUNG SCREAMING

- Ricky and Jane ARE REAL

- Ricky coming out in all black with his head down at the start and half doing the choreo

- Noel laughing when Karnak tells Ocean that the person who wins will be decided by a unanimous vote

- Jane saying “for me? 🥺” when Constance offers her the hello Kitty cupcake

- Her proceeding to squish said cupcake in her hand and try to eat the paper decoration on top leading to the others having to stop her

- Mischa offering Jane a sip of vodka and she drinks like half the bottle 💀💀

- Jane making her doll dance

- NOEL APPLYING LIPSTICK BY A MIRROR HELD UP BY JANE (ICONIC ALONG WITH THE STAINED CIGARETTE)

- SBM COSTUME CHANGEEE 2012 FLASHBACKS

- Ricky teaching Jane how to ballroom dance after TNBS

- RICKY SLAYING THE ACCORDIANN

- Janes headless pose at the start and end of the show

- Janes little neck ribbon

- “Do you want to know what I find really super hurts?” DEATH STARE

- Mischa throwing money into the audience (yes I kept one sorry not sorry)

- Jane picking up two of the pieces of money and handing them to people in the audience

- someone getting picked up and spun around more than once??? YES. You heard me, more than once. I almost got knocked out by Janes shoe and honestly would have thanked her

- Monique ate the whole time

- Seriously OBSESSED with Noel’s Lament

- Spacedolls I repeat SPACEDOLLS

- Janes little bottom eyelashes

- Oceans cute little hair bow I LOVER HERR

- Mischa flipping everyone and everything off every 3 seconds

- Jane trying to bring Ricky with her to the other side

- Jane giving Ricky her doll before she leaves to the other side

- The group going over to hug Mischa after Talia, including Constance Jane and ofc Noel

- Ricky ASL 💗💗💗💗

- Clip on earrings (ifykyk)

- JANE GETTING THE HAT

- Penny lamb life compilation (I was in tears) AND THEN WITH THE BEAUTIFUL ITS NOT A GAME VOCALS?!! HEART SHATTERED!

- Having to hold back Jane from biting ocean after the “and she’s a freaky monster” line

- Noel saying hello to Jane and Jane moving her little dolls arm say hi back

- The ropes they used to make Jane look like a marionette doll during TBOJD

- Constance bring the puppet master during TBOJD

- The headless doll being on the side of the wall and the kid sitting next to me pointing it out cause my blind ass didn’t see it at first

- Talia skirts 💗💗

- The way Jane goes limp after her introduction song

- FORNICATION… UNDER CONSENT OF THE KINGGGG!!!! *holding long ass sword above her head*

#perfectdolls #spacedolls #the amazing karnak #ride the cyclone fanart #penny lamb #constance rtc #rtc fanart #noel gruber #rtc musical #rtc au #mischa rtc #jane doe rtc #ricky rtc #rtc #noel rtc #ocean rtc #rtc jane doe #jane doe ride the cyclone #ride the cyclone #ricky potts #mischa bachinski #ocean o'connell rosenberg #constance blackwood #jane doe #ride the cyclone musical #the station theatre

[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/20: Cobweb

Pairing: Arthur/Eames

Word Count: 583

Additional tags: arachnophobia warning, Arthur is the designated spider grabber, always be aware of your surroundings, featuring one of my greatest personal fears actually

Side note: eh, this one’s okay. Maybe not 100% satisfied, but it’s not bad. Eames, baby, you are a champion among men. I’m so sorry I did this to you, king.

———

“Going all out this year, huh?”

“Hmm?” Arthur set his bowl of candy down, near the front door. A good assortment of sweets, with a few more waiting besides. They were expecting heavy traffic, after all.

“Your decorations. They’re well creepy this time.” Eames said, scrubbing at his face for some reason.

“I think you mean ‘every time,’ Mister Eames.” He replied with a smirk. Truth be told, he was rather proud. Half the time it seemed like he couldn’t find the median between too scary (sending every child younger than 14 running from their house, screaming) or not scary enough (putting even the most adhd toddlers to sleep). But his test run - the Cobb kids - had gone swimmingly. Even Phillipa, notoriously difficult to please, called his design ‘pretty cool.’ Perhaps not an extremely ringing endorsement, but he’ll take it. She had her mother’s taste.

“The web in the doorway was a little much, but it fits with the atmosphere, I suppose.”

That gave Arthur pause. “Web? What web?”

Eames finally stopped his fidgeting. “The one in the doorway, that I blundered my stupid face into. Don’t worry, I’ll help you set it back up.”

“Eames, I didn’t put a fake web up in there.”

They both froze. And, maybe he was imagining it, but Eames could swear he felt a light, ticklish sensation on the side of his face. Like being touched by a feather. It most definitely was not a feather.

“Arthur…”

The other man’s eyes were wide. He held up a hand. “Don’t move. I'll grab something.” He turned and went to the kitchen. Not rushing. Eames clenched his hand, trying his best to stay still. The tickling sensation (the spider, he thought) moved lower. Across his cheek. He couldn’t see it, thankfully, and he didn’t want to.

Arthur came back, cup and paper in hand. The most classic of spider removal technology.

“Don’t move,” he said again, raising his tools.

“Mmm,” Eames responded. His lips were drawn together in a tight line.

With the utmost concentration, Arthur did his best to guide the tiny creature into the cup. It was skittish, befitting its size, and crawled further up Eames’ face. He closed his eyes, but not before seeing a few long black legs getting close. Thank god he wasn’t too arachnophobic. Such a sight might actually have killed him.

One quick movement, a swipe of the paper, and Arthur pulled away. His hand held the paper flat and secure over the cup’s opening.

“Got her!”

Eames blew out a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. “Thank god. Well done, darling.” He could still feel the phantom tickling, and it sent shivers up his spine. “I’m sure you won’t mind if I slip away to wash my face while you take her outside?”

“Have at it.”

They parted ways, Arthur heading for the back door, Eames for the bathroom. And later that evening, when their candy supply ran low and the knocks to their door had dwindled to nothing, Eames made sure to pour out an extra drink.

“For our new friend out back,” he said. They clinked glasses - all three of them - and knocked theirs back. The sharp sting of the cinnamon whiskey burned all the way down.

“Happy Halloween, love.” Eames said when he was done coughing. No matter how much he drank it, that stuff rattled his throat like nothing else.

Arthur, of course, didn’t flinch a bit. “Happy Halloween, Eames.”

#october drabbles #dreamhusbands #arthur x eames #cobweb #spiders #YIKES #if it had been me #rest in fucking pepperonis my dudes #lol #I would have slapped my own damn face

[hedgiwithapen]

mike and jakeem in as much trouble or danger as you'd like with "take me instead"

Jakeem stared at the man in the hoodie, very consciously suppressing the nervous laugh in his chest. This was Blue Valley. He'd have expected weird mutant gorillas, giant robots, the undead, honestly just about anything before some random white dude some Vegas poker tournament jacket and a gun. 

But it was still pointed at Mike, expected or not. Jakeem tried not to check his watch, not wanting to twitch. How long could it take to get to Canada and back with poutine? Yz can't be that far away. He could feel the empty pen in his pocket, though.  

"Look, you don't want to do this," Mike was still reasoning with the guy. "We're just a couple kids in a little town where, uh, lemonade still costs a nickel, you know?" He'd ignored Jakeem's hiss to not make the guy mad, which would have made Jakeem a lot more upset if he wasn't also the one using his own body as a block between them. They'd just been walking on a side street, but there was still no one walking around, at least not close enough to notice anything was wrong. Jakeem gave a panicked glance towards the bell tower. Still too soon. 

The guy laughed, gesturing with the gun. "Two said you were a chatterbox. Move it."

"Who?" Mike asked, and Jakeem could hear the patented Dugan stubbornness in his town just as well as he could see his trying to dig his feet into the sidewalk. "We're not going with you. We're not literal toddlers."

Jakeem found his courage. "You could at least offer candy." When the guy looked at him, Jakeem promptly felt said courage flee. "Or not," he squeaked. 

"Funny. Now come here, Dugan, or I'll have to shoot you."

Jakeem grabbed for Mike's arm, but he tugged free. "Don't hurt him. Leave him out of this."

"I'd prefer too," the gunman said. "Need someone to deliver a message, anyways."

"Then take me instead," Jakeem said, shoving in front of Mike.  The part of his brain that screamed with his older sister's voice told him he was being an idiot.  The part of him that had to think ten steps around a problem to make a good wish argued back. This guy, his boss, or whoever, wanted Mike. Him not having Mike was safest.  All Jakeem had to do was run out the clock, and everything would be fine. It had to be.

"Jakeem, what are you doing?" Mike hissed.

"Trust me," Jakeem said, wishing he trusted himself. 

"Real cute,"  the guy said. "Stay out this hand, kid.  I need this particular bargaining chip."

"Why?" Jakeem asked, wincing. Half of him still screamed at the other half that this was a terrible plan. "We're, we're teammates. Anything anyone'd do for Mike, they'd--" he stopped himself. Would they really do the same for him? He wasn't Courtney's kid brother. Pat wasn't his dad. The guy, with his playing card hoodie, smirked. 

"Don't try to bluff." The gun moved, far too close to Mike again. "You run along and tell Pat Dugan and his wife that the King of Spades wants to have a chat."

#Stargirl #Dammit Hedgi Day 2023 #Jakeem Williams #Mike Dugan #The Royal Flush gang

[cerberussyndrome]

on catalysts

summary: meta not!fic about Team Minato being the big turning points in each others’ character arcs.

cw: canon-typical violence + child soldier-ing, canon compliant character death

Rin is Obito's, Obito (and before him, Sakumo) is Kakashi's. (Obito might also be Rin's, who knows. Minato's kind of a blank canvas in his early years.)

The boys fixate. The boys mourn. The boys idealize. The boys, to an extent, polish their memories into something that reflects what they need more than what the other person was. This comes with problems.

For Obito, Rin is the first person who believes in him and his dreams.

He's the Uchiha black sheep, the perpetually-tardy laughing stock of his graduating class. For fuck's sake, the kid loses to Guy because he's eating candy.

Rin is his best friend, his constant support. When he opens up about his personal and often-mocked dream of becoming Hokage, Rin's response isn't to laugh, or to tease, but to encourage him. Yes, she says, let's end the war. Let's change everything. She says, don't pretend with me. And he's in love with her, of course. He's young, in the middle of a war, and in love with her, and the intensity of those emotions felt like they stretched to encompass the entire sky. She is his most precious person. (They are going to survive the war, he thinks, they are going to win.)

And then the rocks are falling, Kakashi is falling, and it's not even a choice.

(He gives Kakashi his eye — you're a great jounin — like proof, like rebellion. Here is a thing that says I lived. His last request he spends on Rin: keep her safe. His last thought is only a quiet wish for more time.)

Obito wakes up in the dark. Half his body isn't his fucking body anymore, and he's imprisoned in some weird-ass cave with his creepy ancestor(?) and some inhuman plant-thingies. He can't move. He's a ninja and he can't move and his team probably thinks he's dead, and there's a war on. There's a war on, holy shit what if they die and he's stuck here in this fucking cave and he never even sees the sun again?

So he trains.

When he's tired, and lonely, he thinks about them — Rin and Kakashi and Minato-sensei. He dreams of them, even.

He gets out of the cave and he's running, he's running, his team is in danger, Rin is in danger, where the hell is Minato-sensei?

He comes into the clearing and the first thing he sees is Kakashi's hand through Rin's chest.

(When Obito was younger, when faith was a solid thing beneath his fingertips, he thought that life was good, people were good. Sometimes he looked at Rin, laughing, joyful, and tucked the sight of it away in his chest. It was a warm ember that burned bright even when there was shame in his stomach or fear in his throat. He screamed as the rocks fell, as his team ran for their lives and he was left behind in the dark. When he woke up in that cold cave, he warmed his hands on that memory of love and smiled.)

His eye burns. Like broken promises, like blood between his fingers, like the full moon overhead.

Rin is dead.

Rin is dead, his team's betrayed him, the whole world must've felt like it was ending.

Madara offers an alternate solution. Obito turns away from his childhood dreams, his childhood faith in other people — what good was that, was good was he then? — and embraces a dream world in its place.

Afterward, Rin is less a girl than she is a memento, all that was good in the world and all that he lost, proof that his theory is indeed correct. It doesn't matter, later, that Rin's death was her own choice, a sacrifice, an act of heroism. Everything that was good about Konoha was personal, for Obito, because everything that was good about Konoha was in Rin. In the coming years, Obito believes the entirety of the world is worthless, the entirety of the world is hell. There is nothing worth saving here.

In death, Obito turns Rin from a soldier to a shrine, as if she were the only thing untouched by the sins of the mortal earth.

—

For Kakashi, Sakumo is everything: not only his father, his precious parent, but the sum of Kakashi's expectations of the world. He is a clan child and a prodigy and there is never doubt that he'll become a shinobi — and the White Fang of Konoha is the epitome of a shinobi.

Then his father comes back, turns distant, turns cold, turns strangely, terribly sad. Kakashi clings. When that doesn't work, doesn't retrace time back to before, Kakashi trains. His father is everything in the world — Kakashi will make him proud if it kills him.

Then he comes home one day and opens the study door and his father's blood pools around his feet.

Afterward, he looks for something infallible to hold his faith.

(Sentiment led to his father’s fall. Conversely, a shinobi with no emotion would be the perfect tool. If Sakumo hadn’t loved his team, perhaps he’d be alive.)

Obito is the antithesis of a soldier. He's loud, emotional. He's the opposite of a shinobi, Kakashi thinks, and all Kakashi wants these days is to be the consummate shinobi (not like his father). He was never all that nice in the first place, given to honesty over flattery, and Obito stands in opposition to everything Kakashi is and wants to be. It gets under his skin. They argue. They compete. Kakashi beats him; thinks, there. Thinks, is that enough proof for you? Thinks, get your act together before you get us killed.

They take Rin. And Kakashi knows, deep in his gut, that this is it, this is his crucible, this is what he has been waiting for; this is how he will prove he is better than his father.

Obito says, The White Fang was a hero.

Kakashi tries to run. He tries to leave them behind, this wreck of a team that's always been a burden, but his shoulder twinges. He thinks of Rin, Rin's careful hands and cool chakra, thinks of Obito, his ironclad loyalty, thinks of Minato-sensei saying, teamwork.

He goes back. He loses an eye, gains infinitely more precious things in its place: trust and faith and being part of a greater whole.

The rocks fall.

The dust clears.

It is Obito in the dirt, Obito crushed and bleeding. Kakashi knows in his bones that it should've been him.

Obito gives him his eye. Kakashi swears in turn, gains purpose in this frenzied war other than the drive to survive and climb the ranks and bring glory to his name. At Obito’s grave, Kakashi can admit that he was wrong. The things he thought mattered — rules and records and his name decoupled from his father's — never had. He has a second chance now, and he won't waste it.

Rin jumps in front of his Raikiri, and there is something blank in Kakashi's head, something disbelieving. Then there's only darkness. He wakes up to white hospital walls and the smell of antiseptic. Even though his hands are clean, he can't get rid of the feeling of Rin's blood between his fingers, like grief, like failure, like accusation.

(What would Obito say to him now?)

(His father had been many things, but he'd saved all his teammates.)

A couple years later, war come and gone, Kyuubi come and gone, everyone who Kakashi loves is dead. In the mornings, he spends hours in front of the memorial stone, looking for atonement at first, then just something to ease the loneliness. In the meantime, Obito's turned from dead-last burden to aching regret — a martyr to friendship and misplaced faith. Kakashi polishes his memory of him into something unreal and perfect. Sometimes in his darker moments, he warmed himself with the shining memory of him. He spends his life trying (and failing) to live up to his own impossible standards.

Obito becomes the sum of all his regrets and mistakes and failures, everything he might've had if he'd only gotten over himself, if he'd only been better.

tl;dr In the process of becoming a villain, or something like it, Obito memorializes Rin, disregards everything she died for. In the process of becoming a hero, or something like it, Kakashi idealizes Obito, tries to embody everything he died for.

#my writing #naruto #meta #not!fic #i wrote this literal years ago #anyway team minato makes me sad #uchiha obito #hatake kakashi #nohara rin

[miarose21]

Chapter Four: Home Island (part 1)

Once we hit the edge of the forest we really had to start being more careful since we were not the only village in the area who used this forest area.

“Nightshade, are you going to be okay walking on your own?” I asked concerned for her safety

“Silver you worry too much I will be absolutely fine”

“Nightshade you don't need to push yourself” Cyrice added

“Guys I am going to be absolutely fine, look I can move all on my own, stop babying me,” she said while swinging her arm around

“Fine, let's go”

As Nightshade started hoping off all victorious from winning the discussion, me and Cyrice just followed behind sighing. As we walked deeper into the forest the mist started rolling in and it became very humid, and then cold.

“Cyrice, Nightshade we should stay closer together so we don’t get separated,” I said but as I looked behind me they were already gone “DAMMIT!!”

“Silver, Cyrice, where did you go?” Nightshade said well looking around her “This isn’t what we agreed upon” as she continued to walk around annoyed

“This is exactly what I thought was going to happen dammit” Cyrice grumbled “where are you guys?”

Welp this is just great we came in here to look for one stupid wolf and now we are all lost now. As I walked along I had to constantly hide behind bushes and trees to avoid other tribes that were nearby.

“This is so stupid!!” I said well throwing my hands up

In another part of the forest:

“How did I agree to this” Cyrice sighed well walking “Like this has got to be one of the stupidest things I have decided to go along with, I am never going along with Silver’s ideas again”

As an arrow shoots past Cyrice’s head.

“You have got to be kidding me!!” he screams while starting to run away

On the other side of the forest:

“This isn’t my idea of a good time” Nightshade stated while hopping from rock to rock to pass the time

As Nightshade continued to hop along she spotted a familiar pair of black ears appear from behind a bush up ahead. As she quietly approached, her theory was confirmed, as she jumped on the dude's back.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!” he yells as he throws her off, as he gets a closer look however “Nightshade why are you here?” he asked confusion plastered on his face

“Oh well the village got destroyed and Silver came up with the great idea to come and find you before doing anything else,” Nightshade said all in one breath with the same excitement as a kid in a candy store

“Oh, Silver’s here, what do you mean destroyed,” he said turning his head from his stuff he was packing up

But before Nightshade could respond Cyrice came through some trees and body checked Nightmare.

“Owww” Cyrice moaned

“What in the…”

“No time to answer,” he said while grabbing Nightshade and bolting

As Nightmare looked in the direction Cyrice came from he saw about 10 people chasing after him, so Nightmare grabbed his stuff and started running as well.

“Cyrice WHAT THE FUCK!!” he screamed

“I don’t know man” he responded

“Can you put me down I can run on my own” Nightshade stated while trying to squirm out of Cyrice’s grasp

As Cyrice dropped her, I came out of the void and started running alongside them.

“Oh, I see you found Nightmare, but why are we running?” I asked

“Well Cyrices dumbass clearly got spotted and now we are being chased” Nightmare respond justifiably annoyed

“No we aren’t” I answered smiling

As Nightmare slowed to a stop and looked behind him, and saw that no one was following them he looked back to me.

“Silver, how long have we been unnecessarily running?” Nightmare asked with veins popping from his forehead

“I took care of them right before I caught up with you guys so, about 15 minutes” I smiled back while whistling

Nightshade was laughing her head off and Cyrice was dying on the ground because by this point he had been running for half an hour.

“Can we get out of this god-forsaken forest now?” Cyrice managed to get out through all of his panting

“Yes I suppose we can now that we have what we came for” I stated while looking at Nightmare

As we started to make our way out of the forest the full weight of our situation really hit us, we no longer had a home to return to and no family or friends to rely on except for each other. We still weren't out of the forest when night hit so we set up camp.

“Silver, where did you go?” Nightmare asked while dishing the food from over the fire

“I umm I had been taken to fight in the war” I answered but it was a strained answer that had conveyed to them that I didn't want to talk about it

“I'm happy your back sister,” Cyrice said well handing me a bowl of stew

“I am too Cyrice” I tried to give a smile to relieve their worries but I don't think it worked

As Nightmare dished the final bowl to give to Nightshade, we found that she was already out cold. We couldn't help but start laughing at the sleeping friend.

“Well let's get some rest so we can get out of this stupid forest,” Cyrice said well finishing his bowl

“I agree,” I said well putting the bowl down

“I'll keep watch since you guys seem tired,” Nightmare said while stocking the fire

“Okay, night Nightmare”

Once morning came we packed up and finally got out of the forest by noon.

“Thank fuck that's over,” Cyrice said smiling ear to ear

“I kinda liked it,” Nightshade said while walking ahead

“Meh it wasnt to worst thing ever” I stated while hoping to catch up to Nightshade

Nightmare hadn’t said much since we left this morning but there seemed to be a lot on his mind. As we made our way to the home island we stopped by many places and met a lot of different kinds of people. It was fun since for me and Nightshade this was our first time leaving home and doing stuff like this.

“We should just fly to the home island once we get to the port town instead of teleporting or taking a boat” Nightmare suggested

“I have no problems with that what about you two” Cyrice answered while looking at us

“Sure why not it'll be cheaper than taking a boat or a teleport circle” I answered

“Nightshade, will you be able to make the trip?” Cyrice asked

“Ya I should be fine” she answered smiling at the idea

“Okay good since we are a day away from the port town” Nightmare added while looking ahead

As we continued on the feeling of someone following us had only gotten stronger and it was starting to make it hard to sleep or eat at times. It definitely didn't help that Nightmare was keeping a close eye on me cause he was worried, then again Cyrice was doing the same with Nightshade after what had happened in the village.

“Let’s stay in an inn tonight, I want to sleep in a bed” Nightshade insisted

“That should be fine” Cyrice answered

“I have no problem with that idea, it has been at least a month since I've done that” Nightmare answered while putting food in his mouth

They all looked at me in unison for a reply to Nightshade's request.

“Fine just stop looking at me like that” I replied while moving some of the food on my plate around

Nightshades lit up like a star when I said fine that if I had rejected the offer I would have felt bad. Cyrice and Nightmare also looked pretty pleased as well so I guess it was worth it. When we got to the inn that feeling was there in the back of my mind constantly. I hated it so much.

“Two rooms please,” Nightmare asked the person at the desk

“Okay give me a minute sir,” they said while looking at what they had available

“Cyrice are you able to go into town and get three bags please” I asked while handing him something

“Yes I'll be right back guys”

“Here you are sir”

“Thank you, where did Cyrice go?”

“He went to town to pick something up for me” I answered while taking one of the keys “Come on Nightshade let's head to the room”

“Okay Silver,” she said while following me up the stairs

Nightshade had looked back at Nightmare and he looked like he was looking at a wounded animal.

“Silver, are you and Nightmare not getting along?” Nightshade asked looking worried

“No Nightshade we aren't fighting, we've all just been through a lot lately,” I said well patting her on the head

“Okay, I think you should talk to him though cause he looks really worried”

“I will I promise”

When we got to the room it looked very nice, it had two beds and the window had a really nice view. I started setting up protection ruins around the room so that we didn't have to worry about anyone coming in through the window. 

“I'm going to head down stairs” Nightshade said while leaving

“Okay”

As Nightshade left, Nightmare slid through the door.

“Silver we really need to talk,” he said while hugging me from behind

“Nightmare I really don't want to discuss it right now”

“Silver you can't keep ignoring it”

“Yes I can watch me”

Nightshade came back with the bags I had sent Cyrice into town to get and kinda just stood at the door staring.

“Nightmare let go”

“I'm just gonna go” Nightmare said head low

I grabbed the bag from Nightshade and checked that Cyrice got all that I had asked for. I pulled the dagger out and double checked it.

“Silver why did you ask for a dagger”

“I just did, okay”

She just nodded and walked out. I don't want to worry them, but this feeling is overwhelming and scary. By the time Nightshade had come back up I had already laid down.

“Silver I know it must've been hard for you over the past couple of months but we are here for you” Nightshade sounded incredibly sad

Nightshade laid down and went to bed. I sat up and looked over at her. I want to tell you guys but I'm scared that if I do, you will look at me differently. I laid down and cried myself to sleep.

When morning broke we packed and headed to the port town, we got there just past noon and decided to walk around a bit before flying over. 

“Let's head over right away” I stated

“Okay Silver” they all answered

We headed to a secluded area to start going, when we got there each of us let our wings out. Nightshade has black to light blue wings, Nightmare has all black wings, Cyrice has brown to green, and I have grey to silver to gold.

It took us about five hours to get from the island we were on to the home island.

#writer #writerscommunity #creative writing

[abluescarfonwaston]

Franziska didn’t really get to do Halloween before Miles came to the house, both because she was little and it wasn’t a priority. (Also they’re german so it’s not really a thing for them. VK wouldn’t have celebrated it even when he was in country.) But he asks what she wants to dress up as and her eyes get all big when he explains the holiday and now Miles is taking her out.

She is dressed up like Papa. He couldn’t come so the effect is greatly diminished but she still loudly proclaims that she’s the Best prosecutor when people ask. Puffs out her little chest like ‘guess!’ After a few houses of ???? that’s what she thinks prosecutors dress like? Miles just takes to saying she’s dressed up like her Father. That gets a great deal more cooing.

Miles isn’t dressed up but people keep thinking he is. They get a fair amount of candy before Franziska starts shivering because its COLD. But she wants to keep going!!! More candy Miles!!!! He says Missile is getting cold and they have to turn around, but they’ll hit the houses that look good.

They pour out their bags like Larry, Phoenix and him did last year so they can swap for the stuff they like best. Franziska is four and never had access to this much candy before. She immediately starts stuffing her chubby little baby face with it. He has to slow her down because if she gets sick there is No way they get to do this again.

She spends a Great deal of time every year thinking of matching costumes for them to wear. Miles Objects but is frequently subjected to them anyway. He takes her every year until she’s 9 and declares that she’s too old for trick or treating because she’s an Adult.

He stares at the carefully crafted matching costumes peeking out from where they were stuffed under her bed. Sighs and shakes his head. “I already signed us up for the trick or treating on campus Franziska. It would be unprofessional to back out now.” Which is enough to get her out one last time.

He watches her carefully meter out her candy because she can Only eat x amount in y time so she must carefully ration it out like an Adult especially since she isn’t going anymore- because Again. She is an adult. He sits across from her and lets her ‘trade’ her worst candy neither of them will eat for the best ones at unfair prices and wishes he could tell her you’re not an adult. And you shouldn’t have to pretend to be one. But he knows that’d just make her angry so he just quietly lets her take all the best candy and laments not getting to go again.

#miles edgeworth #franziska von karma #yes he could say 'you're not going to take your little brother trick or treating anymore?' and she'd be like !!! The perfect reason! #which might be what she says at 10 #Kay is 17 and still goes with sebastian #Miles thinks they're too old but does take them when they ask #having an adult with us will really Sell the fact were kids #Trucy and Pearl too #this man is vibrating with joy he gets to dress up and see his (not) kids excited #They carved pumpkins and kay got a glorp in his hair #Simon owns the scariest looking house on the block #and sits still as a statue with Taka #(The eyes follow you) #and then moves to hand them candy and half the kids scream and run away #the other have get extra candy

[youreatotalposer]

Breathe - (Yelena Belova X Pregnant!Reader) (Kate Bishop X Reader) (platonic) (Kate Bishop X Yelena Belova) (roommates) pt. 1

Word Count:

A/N: this was a fun one to write, I love the idea of Yelena being a mom so much. I am going to make this into a series..

Warning: Fluffy Soft Yelena, protective yelena, bestie kate. Cussing, Vomit, Pregnancy things.

Kate, Yelena, and I went to the store we needed a few things, and by a few things I mean everything. We found out that my eggs took the donors sperm about 14 weeks ago, WE ARE PREGANANT. I mean me and my fiancé Yelena. Kate moved in with us a few months ago after a bad relationship with some crazy female whom I can never remember her actual name. Walking into the mall I could smell the food court and to most that would mean they were hungry, but in my case, it meant running to the bathroom.

I could hear Yelena yell after Kate who was walking in front of us, but by the time they made it to me I had already thrown up in the toilet. “Ew.. I am never going to get use to th-“Yelena elbowed Kate in the ribs before she could finish what she was about to say. “Baby are you okay?” Yelena bent down and moved the hair out of my face, all I could do was nod. This baby needs to get the hell out of me now.

After the whole bathroom incident, we went into the baby store and Yelena was like a kid in a candy shop, she wanted to buy everything... we didn’t even know what we were having yet. Kate walked next to me picking up items she thought were ‘cool’. “Okay you two listen and listen good.” They both stopped dead in their tracks and turned and looked at me. “We first need a crib, so if you two could stop picking up random toys, clothes, and gadgets that are not useful that would be great.” They both nodded at me and put back the items they had picked up. Yelena came and grabbed my hand to walk beside me, “This is so much fun, I am going to be a mother.” I smiled at her, she wanted this so bad and for so long I was glad we finally were able to conceive.

After we had picked out a crib, we all went back to the apartment to start figuring out how we were going to set everything up. “I think the crib should be away from the window, what if someone were to break in.” Kate said standing there with her arms crossed. “I would kill them, point blank” Yelena said shrugging her shoulders and I rolled my eyes. “Fine crib can go on the south wall next to the door, in case of an emergency.

*2 HOURS LATER*

“HOW IN THE HELL DO THEY EXPECT SOMEONE TO PUT THIS THING TOGETHER!” I heard Kate scream to Yelena who was cooking Mac and Cheese at the time. I was sitting on the couch reading a pregnancy book, all I could do was laugh at the two. It has been an hour and a half since they took the crib out of the box to put together. “Kate Bishop it can not be that hard to put this crib together you are smart, I am smart. We got this” Yelena stated in her cute Russian accent.

“Kate you are a trained archer and martial artist, Yelena you are literally a trained assassin. If you two cannot put together a crib and I have to get my pregnant ass down there and do it myself. Both of you will rue the day.” I said sternly glaring at them both. Kate grabbed the instructions, “I CANT READ THIS ITS IN RUSSIAN” I looked at her like wtf, Yelena ripped the instructions out of Kates hand, “Dumbass I speak Russian.” Kate just mouthed Oh before listening to Yelena translate the instructions to her. After three and a half hours we had a beautifully built crib and two very whiny adults. “I need Vodka.” Yelena stated, while walking towards the kitchen.

“Make that two!” Kate said getting up quickly and running into the kitchen.

Tag List: @alotofpockets , @nats-dreamland , @svftpetker, @gigistylestomlinson , @latincrimefan , @hot4milfs , @atlas-nex

#yelena belova #black widow #florence pugh #hawkeye #kate bishop x yelena belova #mcu phase 4 #kate bishop #hailee steinfeld #kayak fics #marvel fic #mcu fics #yelena belova x reader #yelena x you #kate bishop x reader #kate x yelena

[gnorkel]

in which i make a lot of minecraft jokes for some reason

ID under the cut

[ID: Image 1 - A drawing of Stanford and Mabel playing chess. Instead of regular chess pieces, though, they're all switched with other assorted items that include: a stapler, a moving snail, a gummy bear, a banana, a drinking bird desk toy, an actual rook, a monopoly dog, Ford's UFO keychain, and a piece of candy corn. Mabel is holding up a monopoly iron. She is slouching in a bean bag, with her leg crossed over the other looking smug into the distance. Stanford is sitting on the floor with his legs crossed trying to figure out how to play the game, rubbing his chin with his hand and looking at the board with a puzzled expression. The board is being rested on the dinosaur head found in the living room. Below this drawing is a crude comic. "I switch monopoly iron with.." Mabel says. Then, she yells "hammer!", smashing the board in half with said hammer. Stanford is taken aback.

Image 2 - Stanford and Fiddleford in the basement during the portals building process. Fiddleford is sitting on the floor staring intently at his laptop with a tired and determined expression. The laptop is being propped up by three thick books which are titled "Unofficial..", "How to redstone", and "Beebo's chronicles". There is a sticker on the laptop that reads "property of fart", in caps. On the laptop, Fiddleford is playing Minecraft. In it he is looking down at a line of redstone. His speech bubble is a screenshot from Discord, reading: "Not now Stanford if I can't figure out how to run Pokemon Blue on this Minecraft Gameboy in the next 5 minutes I reckon I'm going to have a heart attack", sent by then perish. Coincidentally, their profile picture is a drawing of Fiddleford. Stanford is looking at Fiddleford from farther away, utterly confused.

Image 3 - Grunkle Stan is sat down at a computer with Mabel and Dipper by his side. He has headphones on that don't reach his ears, as they're resting on top of his fez. He's looking at the computer screen with an unimpressed expression. Mabel points to the screen and says, "See, and here you can find diamonds!". "Maybe you shouldn't be mining straight down," Dipper points out, looking at the screen as well.

Image 4 - a crudely drawn comic. Dipper and Mabel are staring at the time wish in their hands. "Mabel, with this time wish we can get ourselves anything we want!", Dipper says, emphasizing the "anything". Both of them close their eyes tightly, and soon there's a "pop!" sound. Now Dipper is wearing a diamond helmet and holding a diamond sword, while Mabel holds a diamond pickaxe. "Haha, yes!" Dipper exclaims, as Mabel starts mining his head. Blendin Blandin is dumbfounded. "I could have just gone to Target and bought those for you, what the fuck is wrong with you," Blendin Screams. The kids are looking at him stunned. End ID]

#gravity falls

[potatoes-is-are-food]

Neighbor Bully Bakugou leaving a good impression on your parents so they invite him over all the time not knowing that when he comes over he stuffs you full of his cum over and over again and then forces you to scope his cum out of your abused hole and eat it 🤪🤪

phew omg okay let’s go – I switched up the last part of that just a little but I think you’ll like it...

also the ending came out soft, I couldn’t not make it soft

“Katsuki!” your mom gives him a little squeeze, “Did your mom try that recipe yet?”

“Yeah, she said to say thanks,” he says, polite as ever. They keep the small talk short, both so your mom can keep helping your dad in the kitchen and so Katsuki can whisk you off to your room to “study.”

He’s not a bad tutor, and he does actually get you to finish the assignment for the class you have together before he starts being a total menace. He orders you to strip down while he puts the materials away, a wicked grin crossing his face when he finishes and sees you did as he said.

He’s got you straddling him while he gropes every inch of your body and suckles at your neck when your mom calls up the stairs.

“Is Katsuki staying for dinner?” He slaps your ass and you answer, doing your best to sound like he hasn’t been coaxing whines and whimpers out of you for almost half an hour already.

“Y-Yeah!” You can feel him smirk against your skin, his nails digging in as he pulls away with a soft pop.

“You want me to stay the night, too?” he teases, “Play house like when we were kids? Maybe we should play doctor instead,” he punctuates the sentence with a harsh pinch to your ass, soothingly rubbing the skin after in mock kindness. You sniffle, clinging to him for whatever bastardization of comfort he’ll give.

He’s mean, but it’s not like he doesn’t know how to get you riled up enough to want it, even if you won’t admit it. He forces you down, making you grind against where his cock is straining against his pants. Your hips move almost on their own, eager to please if it means he’ll go even slightly easier on you. He probably won’t.

His tongue glides along the top of your breast, the movement interrupted by the occasional bite or kiss. He groans when you put more pressure against his bulge, risking the noise of another slap to your ass. You can tell he’s irritated your parents are home, that he can’t make you scream and cry the way he usually does. It’s unclear if that’ll be better or worse for you.

“Ka- ah- Katsuki,” you moan, caught off guard by his hand collecting both your wrists and holding them behind your back. He uses his grip to force you off him, bending you over your bed while his free hand works down his pants. Once his dick is free he ruts it against your ass, sliding its weight between your cheeks to let you feel how hot and heavy it is. As if you don’t know, as if he doesn’t do this at least four times a week.

“Beg for it, slut.” He trails the tip along your folds, slicking your juices across your skin.

“Please fuck me, Katsuki,” you breathe, pushing your hips back, “I-”

“Use the other name,” he demands, pressing into you slightly.

“Kacchan,” you murmur, heat flooding your cheeks. He presses in further and stops, gripping your hips with both hands before slamming inside and making you gasp.

He doesn’t give you more than a second to adjust before he’s pounding you into your own bed, dragging himself against your walls roughly. You grip the blankets, shoving your face in them to stop yourself from sobbing as your eyes roll back into your head. He hits every spot he knows drives you crazy, making you groan and pant uncontrollably.

“Is it that good, y/n? You’re already fucked stupid? That’s pretty pathetic,” he taunts, only slightly out of breath. He mumbles, mostly to himself, “M’gonna ruin this pussy.” He hunches forward for leverage, hips snapping against the curve of your ass violently.

You grip at anything you can, desperate to ground yourself as tears well up in your eyes and spill down your cheeks. Your muffled sounds are still loud, and you struggle to keep them to a minimum. He had enough foresight to put on some music, but the sounds of his skin slapping against yours and the cries you can’t contain are louder.

The force of his movements rocks your mattress over and it starts to squeak, causing him to groan and pull you down to the floor with him. He pulls out to lower you to the floor, careful not to hurt you too much or make too much noise. His leg kicks yours apart and he settles between them, slipping back in easily due to how drenched you are with both his precum and your own fluids.

You moan softly at the intrusion and squeak when he hits your cervix, and he groans again before shutting you up with a kiss. He fucks you harder on the floor, pinning your wrists to the sides of your head as he grinds his hips into yours. You wrap your legs around his waist and feel him smirk at it, going just a little harder in response.

You can tell he’s getting close when he’s muffling his own moans in your mouth, forcing his tongue past your lips but keeping everything sealed tight. He lets your wrists go and holds you tight, pressing your body against his as his rhythm gets sloppier. You bury your faces in each other’s necks, sweating bodies as close as possible as he starts to cum.

He always cums a lot, forcing himself as deep inside as he can get, cock twitching and spewing the thick liquid against your cervix. His hips are pressed flush against yours even as he lifts his torso off you, watching you pant limply under him. When he’s finished he pulls out slowly, trying to leave your cunt as stuffed full of him as possible.

You barely register his fingers brushing some of the sweat-soaked hair out of your face. It would be sweet if he didn’t immediately shove his dripping, half-hard shaft against your cheek, smearing it with white. Your mouth falls open and he tilts your head for you, watching you clean him with your mouth. He almost silently whispers to call you a good girl before he stuffs himself back in his pants.

He surveys the mess he left between your legs, leaning down and suckling at your sore pussy before it can drip onto the floor. You gasp, but make no move to stop him as he expertly laps at your folds. His tongue knows you just as well as the rest of him, and it’s no time at all before you’re cumming, voice barely audible as you buck your hips before falling still again.

You’re not sure what he’s doing when he crawls back up your body and tilts your chin up. His lips are soft when they press gently against yours, and you instantly fall for his trap. You kiss back, opening your mouth for him to spit the mixture of both your cum into it. You gulp it down and he rewards you with a real kiss, the taste still prominent on both your tongues.

“C’mon,” he peels you off the floor, rolling his eyes but being more gentle when you wince. He often showers at your house, and as far as your parents are concerned you’re both responsible, so no one will question it when the shower runs, shuts off, runs again, and you both go downstairs with wet hair and flushed faces. They won’t question it and they’ll invite him back any time.

He’s soft when he sets you on his lap under the water, washing himself off your pliant little body. He lets you cling to him while he erases the evidence. Sometimes you cry, sometimes not, but either way he fixes it. He’s mean, but at least he makes you feel better when he’s done wrecking your body, your mind, and your life.

He’s even softer a week later, red in the face as he tells you you’re his girlfriend. It’s uncharacteristically shy, the way he shoves your favorite candy in your hands and pulls you back in the direction you both live. Maybe it’s not so bad, being Kacchan’s neighbor.

#bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #bakugo fluff #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugou #bakugo #bakugou

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half-Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Part 2!

Part 1 Lessons 1-5 Lessons 5-6 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

Okay, They’re Your Cousins but You’re Not Sure How They’re Related to You...

(Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke)

(It’s mostly Luke)

Barbs likes smol Lucifer. Smol Lucifer likes Barbs. They bake together with Luke. MC nearly set the kitchen on fire. MC needed to learn to cook.

MC is forever delegated to mixing duty because they refuse to admit that they don’t know how to work the oven.

Simeon is the one telling MC embarrassing stories about Lucifer and the rest of the Student Council from when they were all angels. Lucifer never hated Simeon more than when he found out that Simeon told MC about how hard Lucifer cried when he got to hold baby Mammon for the first time. MC was sworn to secrecy.

Well... sworn to secrecy, but if Uncle Mammon just happened to find out through a series of coincidences it wouldn’t be MC’s fault, right?

Simeon also tried to help teach MC to fly... but he kept distracting them with stories about Lucifer and Michael learning to fly.

“So my father was even WORSE than he told me he was?!”

“Yes, he actually challenged Michael and Raphael to a race at one point. Lucifer ended up slamming directly into a wall because he didn’t know how to stop.”

“SIMEON!”

Solomon was absolutely fascinated with MC. How did their half demon half human nature affect their reaction to certain spells and potions? Do half demons have more or less magical strength than normal demons? Can half demons make pacts with humans? Wait- Lucifer why are you taking MC away they were talking- Lucifer!

Immortal troll needs to troll. MC is the unwitting victim of many of Solomon’s shenanigans.

“Why must I speak in rhymes?! This is the end of times!”

“MC, just stop talking.”

“Father, I don’t mean to be a bother but-”

“So the rhyming spell works the same on half demons... interesting...”

“Solomon...”

“I’m leaving, Lucifer. I’m leaving!”

Aw! Two kids in the Devildom! They were fast friends. Sure, Luke was a little annoying and MC was a bit of a dick, but their mutual smallness and desire to impress their parental figures brought them together.

“Michael’s just so cool and amazing! The way he flies, the way he commands everyone... I want to be just like him someday!”

“Is that why you’re making a cake?”

“Michael has a sweet tooth, and I want to impress him.”

“I wonder if Lucifer likes sweets...”

“Why would you want to give HIM sweets?”

MC just gave Luke a toothy grin and started making the dough for the cake.

Remember back in Lucifer’s section where I said MC would keep their lineage a secret to freak people out? Yeah... they kept it from Luke. At first it was a joke! They were going to tell him! They just uh... it got really awkward. They planned on revealing it to Luke right after they learned how to properly fly so they could swoop in, pick their angel buddy up and zip the two of them to school. It’d freak Luke out at first, but it was meant to be funny! MC would have even sung the song from Aladdin! It um... didn’t turn out that way.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” MC growled at the lesser demons that were crowding Luke.

“O-oh... uh... nuh-nothing...” a few of the demons backed off, mumbling a few harried apologies to MC as they scurried away. The remaining demons seemed a tad more... hmm... they say there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity.

“M-MC! You can’t fight demons! I’m an angel I-I c-can...” Luke sniffled, but tried his best to step in front of MC.

“Oh please, the little half-breed and the lowest ranked angel are going to put up a fight?” One of the demons jeered, a few of the remaining demons joined in.

MC’s eyes narrowed, their glare as cold as the worst winter storm. “I’m going to tell you once, and once only,”

Their wings sprouted from their back, horns now fully grown and on display, teeth sharper and glistening in the light. Hm, it seemed half demons could make their eyes glow too, how delightful.

MC gave the other demons a sweet smile, it would have been comforting if it weren’t for the amount of teeth they were showing off. They lazily placed their hand on Luke’s head and lightly moved him out of the way.

“Leave, or I will make you regret ever crossing us exchange students.” MC’s carefree smile couldn’t mask the malice that coated every single word that left their lips. “Run along now, you’re not needed here.”

The demon that had started the taunts stiffened, he looked from MC, to Luke, to the other demons, before scoffing and shaking his head. “Whatever, the two of them aren’t worth it anyway...”

When the offending demons weren’t leaving fast enough for MC’s liking, they snapped their fingers and shot a fireball right behind the fleeing demons’ feet. They cleared out pretty quickly after that.

“Luke?” MC turned to look at their friend. “Are you...”

Luke was backing away. That look in his eyes, he was... scared. Scared of MC...

“Y-you’re a d-demon?” He whimpered, taking another step back.

“Half demon, actually.” MC let their demonic elements disappear. “I meant to tell you, I really did! It just was never the right time-”

“You lied to me! You said you were human! But you’re a demon like the rest of them!” Luke shouted, he wiped at his eye with his sleeve and sniffled. “I tried to help you, but you just..! I thought you were my friend!”

“Luke- hang on!” MC took a few steps forward, but Luke was already running away. MC felt something twist in their gut, something awful. That ball of innate pride twisted and practically screamed, filling MC’s head.

“He’s not worth it!”

“You’re above him anyway...”

“If he can’t understand how perfect you are, he doesn’t deserve your kindness.”

“Don’t grovel for his forgiveness. He’s beneath you.”

“Your help was rejected. Let him hate you. You’re the child of one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, who is he to make you upset?”

The thoughts filled MC’s head as they desperately tried to shut them up. They were their father’s child, their pride wouldn’t be easily combated.

“Just be quiet!” MC clawed at their head.

“You’re better than this. You’re better than this. You’re better than this-”

“Luke!” MC called out again. “I’m sorry!”

It truly was a shame that their friend didn’t understand how much an apology from MC really meant.

They guessed Luke was right, wasn’t he? Demons were nasty awful liars. MC was no different...

That hurt.

Lucifer noticed his kid was moping around, not even Detective Toe Beans could cheer them up. Mammon even came home covered in mud from a failed money-making scheme and it didn’t even make MC crack a smile! He needed to get to the bottom of this.

Upon hearing the reason for his child’s woes, he was fully ready to break down the door of Purgatory Hall and throttle the little chihuahua, but Lucifer came to his senses and realized that MC probably didn’t want that.

He teamed up with Simeon and Solomon the things he did for MC... And managed to get both Luke and MC to the Demon Lord’s Castle to hang out with Barbatos.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that Luke missed his friend too. Sure they called him a chihuahua sometimes, but they were still the bestest friend he had made during his time in the exchange program... maybe ever...

Maybe... just maybe... he overreacted. MC did protect him after all, and they never tried to hurt him...

Barbatos was fully ready to fulfill his role as Luke’s second dad and help his angel-son make up with his friend.

It may have been awkward at first, but the two had to join forces to stop Solomon from getting within a hundred metres of the kitchen. Nothing brings two people back together more than fear for your tastebuds.

Mission success. Lucifer could relax knowing that his kid and the chihuahua were back to being friends. Maybe MC could convince Luke to quiet his infernal yapping... Lucifer was trying to work here!

For some extra fluff, after many days of asking and asking, Lucifer and Simeon agree to take Luke and MC up to the human world for Halloween. They got to go trick or treating, and everyone complimented MC and Luke on their ‘costumes’.

*insert sitcom laugh track here*

Sure, it may have been a little immoral for MC to use their powers to manipulate the humans into giving Luke and MC more candy but... candy...

Oh shit would you look at the time- they had to get back to the Devildom for Diavolo’s birthday party- MC STOP WITH THE CHOCOLATE! THE SIGN SAYS TAKE ONE! DON’T BE LIKE MAMMON.

The exchange year had been a success. Well... sort of. MC wasn’t exactly the average Joe human the Student Council expected, which is why after a lengthy break where MC went back to the human world to visit their other parent and human friends, the seven rulers of Hell (+MC) were sitting and waiting for the new exchange students to arrive.

Unlike the previous year, the entire student council was present. That included Levi who they had to physically drag there, Belphie who was carried there and had to be placed in his seat because he was completely passed out, and finally Mammon, he just had to be threatened.

“Father,” MC pouted from their seat next to Lucifer. “Why isn’t my chair as big as yours?”

Lucifer sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Because you’re much shorter than me. You can have a bigger chair when you grow a few more inches.”

“Mmm...” MC murmured, crossing their arms. “Are the students going to get here, or what?”

“Can you be patient?” Lucifer asked. “They’ll be here any moment now. I can trust that you’ll behave, right?”

MC looked scandalized, placing a hand over their heart and gasping. “Father! Of course! I’ll be the most polite person these humans have ever met!”

Not so deep down, Lucifer severely doubted that.

“Come now, Lucifer and MC!” Diavolo said from his elevated seat. “It’s almost eight am!”

Right on schedule the portal opened, two sets of screams followed.

“The next big priority should be making the trip more comfortable.” MC huffed. “It’s demeaning getting dropped straight down like that and just slamming into the floor.”

“Hm.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Perhaps instead we can just teleport them up to the Celestial Realm, start a war, and have them crash through not one, not two, but all three barriers between the realms with no portal.”

“Father...” MC matched Lucifer’s eye roll. “That has the same energy as ‘when I was your age I walked to school 100 miles through a blizzard!’ The polite thing to do for the exchange students is to not let them hit the floor at 100 mph and possibly give them a concussion.”

And slam straight onto the floor the two other exchange students did. Well, one of them slammed right into the marble, the other had tried in vain to use their wings to slow their decent or fly back up.

Wait...

WINGS?!

WAIT THE OTHER HAD HORNS?!

THEY BOTH HAD-

Oh and would you look at that... one looked like... and the other looked like-

Shitballs.

Lucifer had to keep himself from actually shouting in frustration. One normal day... one day of no exchange student issues was all he asked for...

“Out of over ten million candidates out of over eight billion humans...” Lucifer grumbled. “How in my father’s name did this happen again?”

(OOOOOOOOOO SEQUEL BAIT!)

#Obey me #I’m not good at writing angst... I’m so sorry #Obey me! #obey me shall we date #I’m a crack and fluff writer... #obey me! shall we date? #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me! Headcanons #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me MC #Obey me Luke #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Solomon #obey me barbatos #Lucifer’s Kid

[randomrosewrites]

The aftermath of the tempest

Pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x GN reader Summary: Many, many years after Kaedehara Kazuha fled from Inazuma, a lot of things have changed, but his past burdens remain. Or, Kazuha has settled into his new life in Liyue, but still desires his home across the ocean. Words: ~2.7K Tags: Fluff, established relationship, Kaz and reader have a kid, gn pronouns for reader, kaz gets emotional at some point, implied beigguang as well

a/n: What's this? Rose is actually writing??!!

Read it on ao3!

The young girl furrows her brows, front teeth catching her lip as she stares at the board. She's in deep concentration, barely paying any mind to the sweets or the apple cider (poured within a much too expensive cup) beside her.

Her opponent, on the other hand, is the opposite, holding a cup of tea within her palms, white steam drifting from the cup the same colour as her hair. A mystical smile on the woman’s face gives nothing away.

The young girl places a hand on a chip. Then hesitates, thinking a moment more before making a move.

The woman sets her cup down, ruby eyes scanning over the board before she lifts a jewelled hand, moving chips across the board in great succession.

"And with that, I believe I win," Ningguang says. "You did very well this time."

The young girl pouts, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes.

"Oh, don't tear up. It's alright," Ningguang produces a handkerchief and holds it out.

The girl takes it gratefully, hiding her face in the cloth. "Uh- huh."

Ningguang exhales. Children are so delicate, like the petals of glaze lilies. "How about you go to the other room? I'll clean up here."

The girl nods, and slides off her chair. "Can I take my juice?"

"Of course, you may. But remember to hold it carefully."

She nods.Holding the cup carefully with two hands, she slides open the silk screen and enters the next room.

Your head turns at the sound, looking up from your spot by the window: perched upon a lounge chair, feet up. You smile and gesture for the girl to sit beside you. She sets her cup down and crawls next to you, burying her face in your chest.

"How did your game go, Haruko?" You ask, combing her hair free of tangles.

Haruko shakes her head and a sniffle escapes her. "I lost."

You hum sympathetically, “I'm sorry. There's always next time. You and Lady Ningguang were playing for a really long time! Good job."

Harukao's grip loosens a smidge. "Thank you."

The screen door slides open again and Ningguang steps through. The material of her gold dress drags behind her as she walks, the movement smooth as water. She has a familiar treat nestled in the palm of her hands, a famous Liyue sweet candy.

You nudge Harkuo gently. She lifts her head, crimson eyes widening when she sees the candy. She scrambles out of your lap.

Seeing them side by side, Haruko looks more like Ningguang’s daughter than yours. Their eye colour and hair are almost identical. But Ningguang has high cheekbones and a sharp jaw, whereas Haruko has round, filled in cheeks, like her father.

"For you," Ningguang offers it to Haruko. "As thanks for an excellent game of checkers."

Haruko takes the candy with an excited beam on her face. "Thank you, Aunt Ningguang!"

“You are most welcome.”

With the candy, Haruko’s sadness about losing the match is all but forgotten. She rummages through one of the cabinets by the wall, pulling out a colouring book (A collection of cartoon-like Rex Lapis drawings in his dragon form) and the crayons that are specifically kept there.

Many years had passed since the first golden house went crashing into the ocean after the battle with the Ancient God Osial. But the loss only pushed Ningguang to rebuild the new one, bigger, more elegant, and efficient than the last.

Currently, it was parked atop Mount Tianheng, overlooking the harbour. It was fancy, the walls a rich cream and the floors polished dark brown. Some things had to be kid-proofed (especially when Haruko was younger and Beidou insisted on bringing her to visit.) But now, she’s old enough, and familiar enough with the building, that you’re not worried. Not even by the koi pond that circles the living room.

Ningguang plants herself across from you on the couch as Haruko begins to colour in Rex Lapis’ tail. “She’s growing bigger and bigger every day.”

You nod in agreement. “I swear, she’ll be taller than her father soon enough.”

Ningguang laughs. “Sooner or later.”

Haruko’s finished two drawings and is on the third when you look outside the window to the Port of Liyue harbour, glimmering with the midday sun. The familiar outline of the Alcor’s sail and ship dots the horizon. You stand up.

"Are you finished with your juice, Haruko? We're going to get ready soon."

She perks up. "Is dad here?"

You smile at her. "Yes. Almost. You want to be the first to greet him, don't you?"

She nods adamantly, hurrying to put away her things in their proper places.

"There are some ingredients in the kitchen if you'd like to prepare a lunch before you depart," Ningguang suggests.

“Thank you,” you say to her, before turning to your daughter. “What would you like to make?”

She thinks for a moment. “What do you think dad would like?”

“Hm. Anything that isn’t fish,” you make your way to the kitchen, Haruko following closely behind. “After a month at sea, I think he’s sick of fish.”

---

Lunch made and packaged, you and Haruko begin the long walk down to the Port. Steps of green plaustrite appear as you walk. They used to frighten Haruko terribly. Now, though, she loves the way they appear under her feet and disappear when she steps off.

“Watch your steps,” you remind her. Though you trust Ningguang’s architects, you want her to be careful.

“Uh-huh,” Haruko says, half-listening. She’s always distractible on these types of days.

Kazuha isn’t a frequent member onboard the Alcor anymore, but occasionally Beidou will plead with him to accompany her. She says his anemo vision makes cutting through enemies so much easier.

Kazuha will go on month-long voyages with the Crux, maybe two months if he feels like it, but refuses anything more. He doesn’t want to spend time away from you or your daughter.

By the time you arrive at the docks, you’re sweating and the Alcor is pulling into the harbour. Haruko hops up on a dock anchor, waving to the ship.

“Hi!”

A deafening honk sounds from the ship, making Haruko laugh. Then again. Then once more. Honk honk honk honk-

Jeez, Ningguang can probably hear the boat from Mount Tianheng.

Haruko stands back just enough so that the sailors can tie the boat off and lower the gangplank, then she’s rushing onboard the ship. A woman hops down from the wheel, holding out her arms as Haruko leaps into them.

“Auntie Beidou!”

“Hiya Haru!” Beidou grins, swinging your daughter around in a bear hug, long brown hair flying everywhere. “How have you been? Jeez, you’re getting tall!”

“Good! Aunt Ningguang said she misses you.”

Beidou’s grin widens. “Has she, now?”

“Beidou,” you greet sweetly. (Walking on board with much more restraint.) “It’s good to see you’re well.”

Her eye softens. Haruko slowly slides out of her arms. “The same to you. I thought you guys were coming to meet us tomorrow?”

Your house, the one you and Kazuha have, is right on the border between Mondstadt and Liyue. It’s far from the port but it’s quiet, nestled by the beaches of Yaoguang Shoal.

“Well, Ningguang offered us to stay last night, so we did. Haruko wanted to see her dad as soon as possible.”

“Ahh, I see. Well, good to see you again.” Beidou turns to Haruko, mischievous smile on her face. “Your dad’s gonna be thrilled, watch this.”

She cups her hands around her mouth and shouts, “Kaz!”

High up on the mast, a tuft of white hair pops out from the crow’s nest. You smile and give a wave. The tuft disappears, and quick as the wind, the man reappears, hastily scaling down the mast.

He jumps the rest of the way and rolls to his feet, brushing white hair from his eyes, and is promptly tackled by Haruko, nearly losing his balance.

“Daddy!” she squeals.

“Haruko,” Kazuha grins, hoisting her up to rest against his side. “It’s been so long. How are you?”

“Good, dad. How was your trip? What did you do? Did you see any scary monsters?”

“Scary monsters, hm, I may have encountered a few.”

“You gotta tell me over lunch – can we eat it in the bird's nest? We made lunch for you!”

“Crow’s nest,” Kazuha corrects gently. “And really? Wow. Did you help make it?”

“Uh-huh! But I’m not telling you what it is; it’s a surprise! You’ll have to open it like a present.”

“That sounds lovely, Haruko. Thank you.”

You walk up to them and press a kiss to Kazuha’s cheek. “Hi, Kaz.”

“Hello, love,” Kazuha purrs, leaning into your touch. “You look stunning.”

Beidou guaffs, Haruko’s nose wrinkles. “Ew.”

(She used to scream at Kazuha to stop whenever he’d recite sappy love poems to you, covering his mouth with both hands so he’d stop talking. It always made you laugh.)

You pull away from Kazuha and save your daughter and Beidou from your ‘gross’ affections. “The journey to Inazuma ok?”

His eyes briefly harden. He smiles tightly. “It was alright.”

There’s a hidden we’ll talk about this later in his voice, unnoticed by Haruko. She wriggles and Kazuha sets her down.

“Can we climb the mast now?”

Kazuha takes her hand, “Ask the captain.”

“Auntie – Captian Beidou, can we climb the mast please?”

Beidou ruffles her head. “Of course you can, kid. Keep an eye out for me on there, yeah?” Then to Kazuha. “I gotta run some errands on land. If I’m not back by the time you’re gone, thanks for everything.”

Kazuha raises a brow. “Might those ‘errands’ have anything to do with that golden brocade you bought?”

Beidou just waves and grins, trotting off the gangplank and jogging towards the Jade Chamber.

---

The crow’s nest is really only meant for one person standing up, much less three adults and one child, but you make it work. Haruko is obviously given the best seat, you’re squashed beside her, and Kazuha balances on the edge of the nest, legs dangling over the air.

“Why can’t I do that?” Haruko asks as you unpack lunch.

“Because it’s dangerous. Your dad’s very experienced and can catch himself if he falls.”

You’ve seen it happen many times before. Kazuha losing his footing or grip, that split second when he fell and your heart stopped. Then the gust of air that followed, propelling himself back up to safety.

“Once you’re bigger, you can do this,” Kazuha says.

Haruko huffs. “You always say that…”

He chuckles and pats her head. “We just want you safe, is all.”

You pass out bowls and chopsticks around. Kazuha helps affix a chopstick holder to Haruko’s (she’s getting better, but it’s still a challenge to her.) Haruko insists Kazuha close his eyes as you pour out lunch.

“Ok, you can open them!” she says once things are all set.

Kazuha opens his eyes. A steaming bowl of Jueyun Guoba rests in his hands. Juicy cuts of ham, crisp Jueyun chilis, and the rich aroma enough to make your mouth water.

“Ta-dah! What do you think?”

“Oh, Haruko, it looks divine. You made this?”

“Yep! Hurry and taste it!”

Kazuha takes a bite, closing his eyes. “Delicious. So tasty. Captain Beidou should hire you as a chef, or better yet, wanmin restaurant should hire you.”

Haruko grins ear to ear, “Hehe, thank you.”

As you all eat, Kazuha tells you all about the adventures from his trips. How he saw the most beautiful of flowers, or how he fought a translucent glowing eel, Captian Beidou cooked it up and ate it, how she was sick for three straight days afterwards.

Haruko listens to him intently, staring at Kazuha with such a light in her eyes that makes your stomach flutter with pride.

You snuggle closer to Haruko, wrapping an arm around her. The three of you like actual crows, tucked high away, safe from the clutches of the outside world.

---

Haruko wears Kazuha out that day.

She seems to want to do everything Kazuha missed for the past month in a single day. You told her she needn’t rush – Kazuha wasn’t going away any time soon - but that didn’t deter her in the slightest.

You soak your feet in the icy ocean and search for seashells in the sand. You catch crystal flies in the old ruins, delighting in the way Haruko’s face lights up when the yellow wings fade, leaving just the core. You scale one of the many stone cliffs just to enjoy the view as Kazuha plays a tune from a passing leaf.

On your way home, you get some mora meat from a vendor and share the remaining candies from Ningguang as the sun dips below the horizon. When Haruko’s eyes begin to droop, Kazuha carries her on his back the rest of the way home.

Kazuha brushes the hair from her face, kissing her forehead delicately. “Good night, my starlight. May your dreams be as sweet as shooting stars.”

“Poetic,” you murmur, barely containing a laugh.

Kazuha’s eyes gleam as the two of you tuck the covers tight around Haruko, kiss her once more for good measure, then gently close the door on her bedroom.

Finally, alone, Kazuha wastes no time in wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head against your shoulder and sighing.

“Tired, pretty boy?” you ask, a lilt of mirth in your voice.

Kazuha hums in agreement, releasing you to intertwine your fingers. He gazes at you, eyes-half lidded, and presses a smattering of kisses to your hand.

“Shall we go on a walk?”

You glance at Haruko’s bedroom.

“Don’t worry,” Kazuha reassures you. “The wind will watch over her.”

You’re tired, but you’ve also missed Kazuha enough to fight off your slumber. You both wrap up, then make the walk down to the sandy pools of Yougung. The full moon is high in the sky, the breeze cool against your skin.

“Things are still bad over in Inazuma,” Kazuha begins, softly. The wind almost carries his voice away. “It’s gotten better. The vision hunt decree is struck down. Some visions have been returned to the people, but things are still very tense over there…It’s not a place where I want to bring our daughter…”

You squeeze his fingers tightly. It’s felt like ages since you first met Kazuha, when he was just a spry young man onboard the crux. His hair was shorter, he still wore bandages over his arm to hide his injuries from escaping Inazuma.

Now, he lets his hair loose. He wears more Liyue-style clothing. His right hand – the one in your grasp, has healed. Though the physical pain has left, the scars remain.

“I miss my homeland,” Kazuha croaks. “I love what I have with you – I love our home. But a part of me feels forever trapped in Inazuma. Longing for it. I-” He shakes his head, speckles of crystal tears forming in his eyes. Your heart aches at the sight.

“It’s alright, Kazuha,” you wrap your arms around him, rubbing his back. “I can’t begin to understand what that feels like…but I can be here to help you.”

“I just fear-“ he chokes, gripping your shirt. “I fear I’ll never be able to see it again. I’ll never get to bring Haruko to see the cherry blossoms that bloom in spring, or let her feed the cats that roam the islands like wanderers.”

Though you want to, though every part of you wants to assure him he’ll see it, you can’t promise him that. He knows it as well.

You comb your fingers through his hair as his tears stain your shirt. “If that’s the case - If things never get better in our lifetime - then we will make the most of it. Nothing lasts forever. Inazuma will one day change.”

You pull his head from your shoulder to meet his eyes. They’re red and puffy. You rub your thumbs over his cheeks, wiping away tear tracks.

“But no matter what, we’ll see it through together.”

Kazuha covers your hand with his, leaning into your touch. “Thank you, love. I am forever grateful that I get to spend my life with you.”

You rest your forehead against his, pressing forward just enough so your lips touch.

“Forever,” you murmur. “And then beyond where the wind lies.”

#genshin impact #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #idk how to tag things #genshin impact x reader #kazuha imagines #kazuha scenarios #genshin impact scenarios #my writing

[cheelduh]

How to Not Kill a Ginger (High School Au!)

Part 5 to the series hehehe

Parts: 1 2 3 4

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Synopsis: Childe’s stomach stirs when you take care of him, and he’s not sure if it’s because of his major crush on you or just plain old diarrhea.

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic descriptions involving the true idiocy of teenage boys.

Words: Abt 2.6k

Note: Sorry I sort of half assed this. I have big ideas for the next part tho ✨😮‍💨

If there's one thing you're sure of, it's that Teucer knows how to throw one hell of a tantrum.

Him and his brother, Anthon, under your watch, manage to get into a petty squabble that's been airing for the last fifteen minutes. You've done everything, from offering candy to promising an extra hour on the switch, but your efforts do not bear fruit.

What did you tell Childe again? Oh yeah, that babysitting kids was a breeze. Apparently it's not a breeze. Maybe something more like a shart. A chunky, messy one at that.

"Listen dude," You reason to Anthon, the oldest of the bunch gently. "Where did you hide his toy?"

Anthon sticks a tongue out at you, and you nearly cry at the intensity of the insult. "Not telling."

Your patience runs thin.

"C'mon Anthon," Tonia lectures from her chair on the table like the godsend she is. "Just give him his toy back. You're being so annoying." She's taking the words right out of your mouth.

"Not until he apologizes!" Anthon crosses his arms, huffing. "He ate my cheese string!"

"There are more cheese strings!" You exclaim, opening the fridge to prove your point. "I'm sure Teucer's sorry for taking yours. Just pick another one."

"But it's not the same! He took the last cheddar and mozzarella one, now there are only mozzarella ones left." He speaks in between Teucer's wails. You wonder if this is a daily occurrence.

Tonia sighs, gets up from her chair, and hands the eldest her cheese string. "Just take this and give him his toy back."

Almost immediately, Anthon reaches a hand behind the tv table and pulls out the miniature Mr. Cyclops, then throws it point blank at Teucer's feet.

Teucer wails louder.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, shoulders sagging under the stress of being a temporary teenage mother.

Then you take a deep breathe, voice booming over Teucer's cries, Anthon's grumbling, and the clicking of Tonia's tongue. "Let's make a cake!"

Everything in the room stills. Even Teucer's loud cries comes to a halt, and he inhales so sharply that the streak of snot over his lip goes right back into its origin.

You wince inadvertently.

"Poggers!" Anthon cheers, and his siblings join in, laughing and clapping in excitement.

Tonia's eyes widen in confusion when she briefly pauses from her rally. "Wait a minute. What are we celebrating? We can't bake a cake for no reason! It won't taste nearly as good."

Everyone stops to ponder.

Then you snap your fingers in realization, and the kids huddle around you. "How about a 'get well better' cake for your big brother?"

They erupt in cheers again, but you shush them gently, wink an eye for extra measure. "We have to be quiet! He won't get better if we wake him."

The three nod in understanding and begin shushing each other, failing to conceal their giggles.

As you watch them making their way into the kitchen, bounce in their steps, you can't stop the warm smile that reaches your eyes.

That smile soon becomes a frown of horror when Anthon cracks an egg over Tonia's head.

-

The cake is not half as bad as you thought it would be initially. Between mixing the ingredients and ceasing the kids minus Tonia from being menaces to society, you were able to find middle ground.

Eventually Anthon found interest in finding ways to lick the batter whenever you turned around, and Teucer found comfort in your left leg, latching onto it as if it were a life line.

Just like how Venti latches onto his stupid little bottle of wine disguised as a water bottle. Seriously, you’ve never talked to him sober, and at this point are afraid of what’s he’s like lucid.

Tonia had been the only one taking things seriously for the most part, except for the sprinkles-to-icing ratio. She drowned the entire cake in sprinkles, the mere sight adding on the ghost of an ache in your teeth.

It looks like twilight sparkles took a fat dump on it.

"Okay besties," You inwardly curse yourself for giving into Gen-Z vocabulary as you brush your hands on the apron. "I think we've done a pretty decent job."

"It looks so pretty!" Tonia grins widely, eyeing the edible pearls she strategically placed. She quickly strikes down a finger Anthon tried to poke into the icing, with the accuracy of a true warrior.

You shudder at the thought of Childe teaching her how to stab someone with safety scissors.

"Can we add candles?" Teucer asks, but Tonia clicks her tongue in distaste.

"It's not a birthday cake." She crosses her arms judgementally. The power in her glare reminds you of La Signora, strangely enough.

You ruffle his copper coloured locks anyways, and his grip on your thigh tightens. "We can add candles if you want Teucer."

He nods his head and snuggles deeper into the side of your leg. Your heart warms up considerably.

After the candles are poked in, you try to shrug him off. "C'mon dude, just for five minutes. You don't want me to drop the cake before your brother can get a bite do you?"

Reluctantly, he obliges, and runs off to help Tonia collect utensils to take up to Childe's room.

Anthon's on door duty, kicking away any toys that serve as obstacles in your way like a professional soccer player.

Once you four make it up the stairs in front of the designated room, Anthon doesn't bother knocking. He barges in like he owns the place, chin up high and a signature smirk on his face that he probably learnt from his older brother.

Childe fumbles awake, kicking the air whilst in shock by the chaotic sound of the door hitting the wall and Teucer screaming "Happy Birthday!" at the top of his miniature sized lungs as he runs in to plop right on top of his older brother.

His bewildered expression soon turns into something of a loving smile as he begins to process what is happening, eyes lighting up despite the deep bags that frame them.

Tonia places the plates on his side table, right next to the empty soup bowl you placed there earlier. She climbs up onto the bed as well to join in on the hug.

Anthon approaches at last, hands in his pockets as he coolly acknowledges his older brother. Instead of a bone-crushing hug like the other two are indulging in, his opts for a fist bump that Childe happily reciprocates.

Then finally, between the shield that are his siblings, his cerulean eyes land on your near the doorway, then trail down to the cake in your oven-mittened hands. He averts his gaze back to your own, and grins so wide his cheeks start to throb.

"Big brother! We made you cake." Teucer moves his head from his chest to face him. "So you can get better."

Childe's laughs ring in your ears, but you don't shy away from the sound. It's a pleasant, something that you wish to hear more of in the near future. Sure enough he laughs a lot at school, but the genuineness of it at home, surrounded by his siblings, stirs something deep within you.

"How thoughtful of you." He ruffles his hair, then his eyes widen as he ushers the two off of him. "You guys can't be near me! I don't want you to fall ill as well."

"But-but how will we feed you the cake without getting close to you?" Tonia frowns, and her two brothers nod in unison.

You chuckle lightly, approaching the bed with the cake in your hands. "I'm sure he has enough strength to feed himself. The hugs and kisses surely must've energized him."

To be honest, Childe's all green in the face and the last thing on his mind would be to indulge in the cake. You understand the feeling all to well. With his nose clogged up, throat all sore, there's no way he'll stomach it. It took a lot of nagging on your part to get him to finish the soup earlier as well.

He blows the candles anyways, clapping along his siblings and letting Tonia drop a fat chunk of the golden cake onto his plate. You find it endearing, regrettably so. His dedication to keeping their dreams is admirable in more ways than you can count.

This is the same guy that wears meme shirts to school, topped off with douchey sunglasses to give him a pristine vibe. The same guy that punches holes in walls like a Kyle. The very boy that flexes his toned biceps in-front of you during lunch time, successfully ruining your appetite.

"Wait a minute..." Childe inspects the cake closely, narrowing in on the candles. "Why is there an eleven?"

Teucer scratches his neck sheepishly. "Those were the only candles we had left."

After another short-lived laugh, Childe manages a bite as everyone stares in expectation, the sound of a tight crunch enveloping the room, making you grimace in secret. If Childe feels like puking out his guts right now, he's doing a hell of a job hiding it from his darling siblings.

You're glad nobody forces you to take a bite, or it would've been a double homicide right then and there.

Soon enough, one by one the children file out of the room, satisfied with their visit. The reality is that they don't want to miss an episode of backyardigans.

Once they leave, you approach him with a napkin. He gets the gist, spitting out the remnants of the cake you slaved over for about two hours.

"Colour me impressed." You snort, moving the cake aside so you can take a seat on the open space next to him. "How're you feeling?"

"Amazing." He exclaims, eyes red like a crackhead's, nose runny, with goosebumps kissing his pale skin. He sure does look...amazing.

"Cool." You say, abruptly getting up. "I'm gonna vibe with the kid—"

His hand shoots out from underneath the blanket, clammy palms wrapping around your wrist to keep you locked in place. You gulp in anticipation.

"You kissed me." Childe reminds you, eyes twinkling in mischief, a vicious grin plastered over his stupidly handsome face.

You try not to choke on your words. "You have circumstantial evidence at most." No attempts are utilized to pull away from him.

He raises a teasing brow, and you give in because the tension is thick. Thicker than the tension between Albedo and Kaeya when the latter shamelessly unzips his front to show more of his biddies. You have no idea why he hasn’t been dress coded yet.

"Fine." You snap out of your impure thoughts, and huff out, frustrated all over. "I kissed you on the cheek."

"Still a kiss though."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes. Also, cute nails." He points out, hand moving down to grasp your fingers. The act is intimate, his caress gentle and caring. Despite his brash, violent personality, he shows you a completely different side to him that hatches butterflies in your stomach.

"Thanks." You show off the bright jewels on your index. "You have a real nail technician in the house."

Tonia has some serious talent.

When he taps one of the jewels, you slap his hand away. "Careful there dude. These cost me a fortune."

His chuckles die down and he smiles again, but this time apologetically. "They didn't trouble you too much did they? I know they can be loud."

"I like loud." You answer him truthfully. "They're fun to be around. Not nearly as chaotic as you."

He blinks in mock offence, eyes narrowing shrewdly. "You come into my house, talk to my siblings, and have the nerve to insult me? Right after taking advantage of me?"

"If you don't shut up, I'll also have the nerve to rip you a new one." You reply dryly with the innocent curl of your lips.

"Bet."

You're about to lunge at him and scream a string of obscenities that no one has ever heard of before, but the Archons are listening and you don't want his siblings to grow up without someone to look up to. Wait a minute—scratch that. You'd be doing them a favour if you wiped his existence right here and now.

You have a fragile heart though. So you sigh, and grab a fistful of sheets in both hands instead.

Childe's grin turns into a petrified scowl.

"Oh no," He pleads, weakly fighting you back. "Have mercy! Please!"

You have loads of mercy. Just not enough for him.

When you have him wrapped in a successful bundle, Childe can’t help but beam, laying limp in his confines.

“What are you smiling about?” You inquire, pulling out the medicine from his box, pausing momentarily in shock. “Wait a minute, don’t tell me you’re into these things you freak.” Head snaps up so fast you nearly suffer from whiplash.

He’s about to answer you but his words turn into a fit of shallow coughs.

“I’m into whatever you’re into.” Childe’s shrug is nonchalant. “Even if that means I have to be tied up. Kinky by the way.” He winks, and you roll your eyes, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you hold the spoon up. The dark reddish medicine swirls in deep hues.

“Shut up and open your mouth.”

“Girlie, I don’t think you understand how contradicting that statement is.”

You momentarily wonder if it’s too late to abort yourself.

—

Childe awakens at the crack ass of night, sweat slick, sticky all over, tousled hair sticking to his forehead. He’s a panting mess, eyes darting around the dark room, inhaling, exhaling, mind in a haze from the fever. Gaining somewhat of a grip on reality, he fumbles around to turn on his lamp, throat parched and in need of water.

When he manages to find the switch, he recoils at the brightness, adjusting to the sudden change in his vision. On his side table, there’s a bologna sandwich tucked safely in plastic wrap, a glass of room temperature water, and a bottle of painkillers.

His eyes disregard most of the things, finding interest in the bright pink sticky note next to the painkillers. Unable to ignore the dryness of his throat and the pounding of his head, he quickly gulps a pill down with most of the water, instantly feeling the relief of hydration.

Then, he pounces on the note, giddiness overtaking him despite the pang in his muscles, and the general feeling of absolute shit.

I had to leave. Don’t worry about your siblings, they’re all tucked in and fine. Except for Anthon maybe. Apparently he’s mildly lactose intolerant and thought it was a good idea to overdose on chocolate milk when I was busy with Teucer. Anyways, get better soon stupid.

— Y/N

He safely tucks the note under his pillow, edges of his lips turned upwards, warmth flooding his veins when he takes another look around his surroundings.

The room itself is cleaned, floor cleared from the initial clutter and the cool shiny collector’s knives he buys off of Amazon safely hung over the wall, not littered on his desk like they usually are.

The homework he was supposed do, but most likely wouldn’t, is already completed, stacked neatly atop each other.

Childe swears his heart bursts in his chest, exploding into tiny particles that overheat his entire body.

There’s no way in hell a few days worth of homework is gonna bring his failing mark up, but then again it’s the thought that counts.

While the sandwich is catered to his nausea, bland and plain for easy digestion, an easy fill, it’s the best meal he’s ever had in his life.

#genshin impact #genshin impact oneshot #childe #childe x reader #fanfic #genshin oneshot #genshin tartagalia #kaeya alberich #tartagila #venti genshin impact #albedo #teucer #genshin archon #tartagalia x reader #tartagalia genshin impact

[navegandoaciegas]

Broken Wings

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: You’re a small town girl with big city dreams, set on leaving Knockemstiff and its sheriff behind for good. Lee would do anything to make sure you stay with him.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, consensual sex, slight breeding kink, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of alcohol.

A/N: This is part 1. Part 2

I want to thank my baby @whateveriwant for your support, ily! I haven’t written anything in more than a month but it feels good to be back to it!!

Knockemstiff, 1957

The crisp air of the night hit your exposed legs when you swung them over the window sill, and a shiver ran down your spine as humidity seeped into your bones.

From your bedroom on the second floor, you could make out the shape of the Sheriff’s car hidden behind the line of trees near your father’s shed, and a bittersweet, faint smile spread on your painted lips. Fastening the clasp from the outside, you climbed down the drain pipes, savoring the thrill of it all one last time.

No more Knockestiff, sneaking out of your bedroom, shotgunning while he patrolled the streets, milkshakes and burgers propped on your things and Johnny Cash playing in the background, drowned by your giggles and his laughs. You wouldn’t get to call the sheriff yours anymore, and you would never spend another moment writhing in pleasure under his warm, soft body.

You loved Lee Bodecker in spite of everything he stood for, but not even the love of your life could keep you anchored to this town. Tomorrow you’d be far, far away, and God himself couldn’t stop you if he tried.

You’d promised your mother that you wouldn’t end up withering away with no chances and no future like she had. Like everyone who was touched by the curse of Knockemstiff did.

“Spread your wings and fly far, far away,” she’d hiccup between sobs each time you’d drag her limp body from the couch to her bed, the stench of alcohol and stale cigarettes oozing out of her skin, “my pretty little butterfly.”

Your mother would have sold her soul to the Devil to see you out of Knockemstiff.

A new beginning awaited you in New York. A job as a librarian, an apartment to share with one of your college girlfriends, a prospect, a future.

Hope, freedom, opportunities.

The pipe creaked under your weight, but you paid no mind to it. Moonshine would have knocked out cold anyone in the house by now.

Scurrying down the gravel road, you found Lee waiting for you, a smug smile on his clean shaven face and a brown paper bag in his arms.

“About damn time, dove. Been freezing my ass over here, waitin’ on ya.”

You flung yourself in his arms, knocking him back against the car’s hood, savoring the musky scent of his cologne one last time.

“Hello, Sheriff.”

His chest vibrated with a fond chuckle, and you looked up to him, trying to etch every line of his handsome face to your memory.

In another life, the adoration in his blue eyes would have changed your mind.

“Missed me?” he teased you, one arm snaking around your waist, holding you flush to his front. The other came up to your face, cradling your cheek in his palm.

You could feel his soft belly against you. His shirts fit tighter now than when you’d started dating, and his stomach was beginning to bulge over his belt buckle.

“More than you can imagine.” you sighed, offering him a weak smile.

Maybe he missed the melancholy in your voice, or maybe he’d made his peace with your mood swings long ago, because he didn’t comment on it, simply placing a soft kiss on your forehead and pushing you back, thrusting the bag in your arms.

“Let’s get inside dove. These streets ain’t gonna patrol ‘emselves.”

The inside of his car was always warm, and smelled like him.

He drove around while you fed him fries, and you talked until your mouths ran dry.

Guilt gripped your heart when he mentioned a future together.

You knew he’d picked a ring, voices spread fast in small towns. He wanted the white picket fence, a pretty housewife and kids.

You were selfish and cruel and revelled in his love and affection for months, knowing damn well you’d never give him what he desired most.

“You okay? You seem distracted.” he quipped, hand squeezing your thigh.

Your conscience screamed at you to talk to him, but your mouth stayed sealed. There were no words to make this easy on him, so you’d make it easier on yourself.

He’d hate you, at first, but he’d move on, find some other nice girl and settle down with her.

She’d be pretty, and good to him, and she’d love him for the rest of her days.

“I’m okay, you know me. My head’s always up ‘n the clouds. College,” you deepened your voice, mocking your father’s words, “makes ‘m kids airheads.”

His eyes crinkled when he laughed. You’d miss the sound.

“I know, my little dove’s always flying higher than the rest of this shitty town.”

It was bitter, really, that the one you loved the most was what kept you chained to the ground, where you didn’t belong.

You were meant for the sky, his little dove, your mother’s butterfly.

Spread your wings, you reminded yourself, and fly far, far away.

-

You swore time flew by faster when you spent it with Lee, and minutes melted into hours, slipping through your fingers.

You wished you had more.

When he pulled over to an all too familiar clearing in the woods, your body acted on its own accord, and you climbed in the back seat like you’d done most nights for months.

Those trees had seen you in all states of undress, fucked in the car or on the hood, on your knees, on your back, on your stomach, with his cock down your throat or in your cunt, his face between your legs or on the crook of your neck.

Everything made you melancholic, everything reminded you about what you were about to give up.

It was selfish, but you’d allow yourself to forget all about the future for the moment being.

Just you and Lee, just a moment longer before reality would inevitably hit you like a bucket of iced water.

You and the love of your life that you’d betray once morning came.

But in the dark, underneath the stars and the moon, he was still yours, and you were his.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful baby, God, I’m the luckiest man in the whole world.”

You ignored the guilt once again, and straddled his lap. Grabbing him by his tie, you slanted your mouth against his. He parted his lips with a sigh, resting his back against the seat.

“Fuck, dove, you’re so good to me.” he mumbled, calloused hands roaming over your body.

A moan escaped your lips when his strained cock rubbed against your flimsy undergarments, and you arched your back, seeking more friction to soothe your aching core.

Warmth pooled in your lower belly, and slick gathered in your panties.

You ran your fingers through his hair, and pulled him impossibly close to feel everything, his warmth and his scent, his soft body and his rough hands.

Teeth clattering, bruising touches, heaving chests. The windows were getting fogged up by your hot breaths, and the metal creaked and clattered under your weights.

Desperation and arousal clouded your mind, and you looked at him through half lidded eyes, hoping he couldn’t read into your soul.

“Lee, baby, I need to feel you, I need you inside me,” you whined, unbuttoning his shirt and tugging on his belt impatiently.

You were desperate to feel his cock inside you, to have his hands leave bruises and his mouth leave marks on your skin one last time. Be his, be one in the flesh, one last time.

“So eager, you’d think I was Paul Newman or somethin’,” he chuckled, kneading the flesh of your ass.

“Much better than Newman, Brando or whatever they worship in Hollywood now.” you panted through sloppy kisses, hand dipping inside his briefs, his weight heavy and hot against your palm.

He hissed through his teeth, eyes rolling to the back of his brain. “What are you butterin’ me up for, dove?”

A beautiful moan escaped his lips when you doubled your efforts, wrist twisting around the velvety skin of his shaft, working his sensitive tip.

“I don’t need flattery to get me anythin’ baby, just these hands and lips.”

You popped your lips to emphasize your point, and let your tongue run along his bottom lip, taking it between yours and sucking on it.

He lifted your shirt with a swift motion, and the growl that he let out when he didn’t find any bra sent a thrill through you, straight to your throbbing core.

He groped your tits, squeezing until the line between pleasure and pain became too blurred to distinguish. You gasped when he rolled and pinched your nipples between his fingers, and mewled when his mouth closed down on one of them.

His tongue swirled around the stiff bud, teeth barely grazing the delicate skin.

A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his hot breath against your neck, and in a blur you found yourself laying on your back, his body caging you in.

“Don’t forget about this pussy, baby, I’d do anything for it.”

Your giggles turned to cries once his hand found its way between your legs, his name falling from your lips like a prayer while he caressed the hair on your mound.

He beamed proudly, feeling the wet patch on your undergarments, and dipped in your folds, spreading the slick around your entrance, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

His lips tasted like candy and strawberry milkshake, and you savored them as long as you could while your tongue intertwined with his.

You laughed when he knocked his head on the door, and then his knees on the floorboard.

“Can’t wait till we have a bed.” He groaned, already breathless while he fumbled with his pants, shoving them down his legs in a hurry.

Sadness filled you again, because one day he’d have a big, comfortable bed, but you wouldn’t be the one warming it.

You blinked away the tears as you clung to his shoulders.

When he breached your entrance, you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you.

You’d never gotten used to the stretch of his girth, and you wondered if anyone else would ever feel this right inside you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hips stilling once he’s sheathed himself inside you, “God, you’re so tight.”

You felt like you were bursting at the seams, your walls quivering around his cock.

He rolled his hips tentatively, observing your face for any signs of pain, and started pounding inside you once he’d found none.

The burn soon turned into a pleasant ache.

“I’m a lucky bastard,” he snarled, punctuating each word with a rough snap of his hips, “I can’t wait to have you all to myself, dove.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and didn’t notice how your lips quivered, or the tears that streamed down your face. He kept thrusting inside you, moaning each time he would feel your walls gripping his cock tightly.

Damp skin slid over yours, filling the car with the lewd sounds of his balls slapping your ass, and his belly smacking against yours.

“I’m gonna put so many babies inside you, I can’t wait to see you all swollen with my child. Fuck-, I can’t wait to come home to you everyday, my pretty little wife.”

You let yourself revel in the image. A pleasant, safe one. One that didn’t belong to you, but that warmed your heart anyways.

When the pressure in your core became too much for you to bear, you began blabbering and begging him to give you that release only he had ever given you.

“Please Lee, I need to- need to cum, baby.”

You choked on your words and shrieked when his hand dipped between your bodies, and he began rubbing circles around your clit.

“Cum for me, dove, cum all over my cock, wanna feel you fall apart on me baby.” he growled, hips stuttering.

He swallowed your cries with a kiss as you came undone. Your whole body trembled when hot waves of pleasure shook your limbs, the tight coil in your cunt unravelling all at once, releasing the pressure inside you.

You throbbed and gushed around his cock, arching your back and digging your nails in the flesh of his back.

He kept pounding inside you, riding your aftermath and praising his good girl through shuddering breaths.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he whined, and you felt his movements become errantic and his cock swell inside you.

“Finish up outside,” you managed to wheeze out.

He grunted, but obeyed regardless.

Knocking you up before he got a preacher’s blessing wouldn’t look good on his resume if he was to ever be mayor. Otherwise you’d have had a child on your hip already, you suspected.

You winced when he pulled out, and stood on his shins, hovering over you, brows furrowed, sweat dripping down his forehead.

You brought your hand down to his cock, and you stoked him once, twice, running your thumb over his slit before his hips stuttered and he painted your stomach with his white, warm load.

He collapsed next to you, holding you tight in his arms and catching his breath.

“You’re gonna be all mine soon, dove,” he whispered in your ear, rubbing his nose against yours, “and I’m gonna fill your pussy up every night, I swear. No more pulling out ever again.”

-

Freedom tasted bittersweet.

Corn fields gave way to tarmac too soon, and before you realized it, you’d left Knockemstiff and your old life behind, in hope of a new, better one

You rested against the window, your head rattling on the screen with each bump on the road. The stench of stale cigarettes, moonshine breath first thing in the morning and sweat filled the packed bus, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

The prospect of your future terrified you and thrilled you to no end.

You observed the cars speeding past the bus, and the streams of dried tears on your face in your reflection. Your mind swirled with thoughts, the images of Lee torturing you. Sighing to yourself, you clutched the handkerchief that the woman besides you had gently offered with a kind, knowing smile on her face.

Better forget all about him as soon as possible.

New beginnings were hard, but hope blossomed in your chest with each mile that went by. Besides, your mother’s smile when she’d waved you goodbye had given you all the strength you needed.

You let the gentle sway of the bus lull you to sleep.

She’d never looked so happy and beautiful, bathed in dawn’s warmth with her Sunday dress she’d worn to see her biggest wish come true.

Her butterfly had finally spread her wings.

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Part 2 (hopefully coming out tomorrow)

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So what do you think is going to happen in the next chapter? 🤭

I hope you liked it! I haven’t written in so long, but I hope it’s good. Please leave some feedback if you can, and reblog!

#sebastian stan x reader #lee bodecker x reader #sebastian stan x you #lee bodecker x you #sebastian stan fanfiction #lee bodecker x y/n #dark!lee bodecker #dark lee!bodecker x reader #the devil all the time

[twinklelilstarkey]

For the Colton Imagine can it be something like proposal or with kids (he just looks adorable with children)

Kids - Colton Parayko

A/N: Of course, baby! I chose with kids because I just couldn't say no to that. Here it is.

Words: 2.7k+

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Kids (?). Just Colton melting over kids and being their favorite.

To say that your boyfriend looked cute when with kids, is an understatement. He’s just the purest and most adorable person when he’s close to a kid. His whole expression can change when his eyes land on the small young humans, and so does his smile and his tone of voice.

Colton is just a sight to see. And a great helper too.

The reason behind that is that you’re a kindergarten teacher. You, as someone that has always loved the idea of being around kids, are still young and learning in your job on how to be a great teacher and even role model to such young kids.

Right off when you started your career, before meeting Colton, you wanted kids to have the best of experiences in your classroom. You wanted to be the coolest teacher, all because you also had that when you were younger. And that came with a lot of fun activities throughout the week and a lot of decorating to do in your classroom. 

Is it tiring? Yes. But is it worth it when the kids run in every morning all excited to see you? Oh, absolutely.

Close to any festive date, you remodel your classroom with the help of your coworkers - and Colton, when he’s free - and always do a list of all the activities you want to do during the week.

Imagination is key in this job.

You met Colton a year into your job. It was a random date you had set yourself in by a dating app - something your friends had forced you to try and see what would happen.

On that date, the first minutes were a bit awkward, you felt nervous and Colton felt all anxious. You were scared that it would all just be a recipe for disaster. 

For an example, the thoughts that ran through your mind were all about: what if one of you just said something completely random or talked too much? 

Ugh, it was stressful, to say the least.

But that was until you said what you do for a living. Oh, the heart eyes he gave you.

“So, you like kids?” He had asked you.

“Of course! Ever since I was teenager and babysat my neighbor’s kid.”

You won your way to his heart right away. He made you all sorts of questions about your job and just smiled all the time you would mention your favorite moments with the kids. 

And when you asked about him, and he told all sorts of opportunities he has had with his job to hang out with kids. And you felt like you melted into a puddle. 

He would mention how many times he has infiltrated himself onto small kids’ skating-classes at the Enterprise center and how they would always let him help out. Kids are, honestly, who rule the soft spot on his heart.

All the stories the two of you had, were just what saved that date. It was what made you talk for hours and hours about one another and make you notice how much more you have in common, other than liking kids.

Both of your friend groups would just think that their ears would fall off if they heard you talk about one another one more time, during the following weeks.

Three dates in and you’re dating. Living your absolute best life.

And two years later, which is now, you’re still dating Colton. You, now, go and see him in every home game and he picks you up from work every time he’s free. He also helps you with buying stuff for your classroom - when it needs redecoration, or when you need help with getting stuff ready on big days.

“Can you pass me the scissors, babe?” Colton asks you as he stares intensely at the piece of paper.

You pass him the scissors quickly and he whispers at you a little ‘thank you’.

You’re both sitting in one of the small tables of your classroom while cutting up some drawn and painted balloons. 

Today marks a week away from your class’s last kindergarten day, so you’re getting everything ready for it to the best last few days with them.

Most of the classroom, if not the school, is decorated. You, honestly, just need to add the little details you weren’t able to finish on Friday’s afternoon, and Colton, which had a day off, decided to come in with you super early to help.

You look over at the clock on the wall and you almost let out a gasp. The first kids, the ones that always appear before time for class, are almost here.

Quickly you stand on your feet and go get the other things ready while Colton continues to cut up balloons or drawing cute faces on them.

You open the bags of candy and start putting two down by the desk of each kid, probably looking like a maniac at how quick you’re moving around. 

You dunk the rest in the bowl by your desk, and you hear, very faintly, a little giggle at the end of the hall.

Oh, here they come.

You grab onto your sheets of paper and look over your shoulder at the door of your classroom, seeing it open very slowly. A small head of dark curls appears and a group of gasps escapes the children at the door.

“Good morning, Miss Y/N!” The girl that peeked in first says with her big smile.

“Good morning!” You say back with a smile.

Colton lifts his gaze from his little balloon and he sees the small kids, all staring up at you by the door. He smiles as you let them in the class and all their eyes land on him as he comes into view.

“This is Colton, he’s just helping me out, today.” You explained to them.

Some of the shyer kids hesitated a bit when walking in the colorful room, but the extroverts just sprinted to him with their toothless smiles.

“Hi!” They all screamed at him at different timings. “I’m Jacob!” One of them screams while everyone else also begins their introductions.

Colton smiles at them and soon a wave of questions hits him.

Children, when not scared, are one of the most curious beings in the world, so they will ask anyone about anything. And that comes with a large lack of filter too. But that is not something anyone that has come close to a child doesn’t know.

Colton, to your surprise, was able to answer every single one of them without ignoring any kids. Something you, their teacher, still have some difficulty doing, today.

While most of the kids are distracted with him, you go and drift your attention towards the shyest ones. You walk over to the door and go help the ones who are hesitating to walk in, holding up your hand at them before crouching down to their level to say a little ‘good morning’.

In a matter of very few minutes, you’re able to warm them up with the idea of walking in - which, indeed, has a lot to do with the candies that are resting on their desks. 

When the small group of kids clears out your door, you notice a special girl you’ve grown to love ever since you started working here.

Her name is Addison and she is the purest, yet the shyest kid you’ve ever come to meet. She’s timid to the point of preferring to be alone all day, even in the park in recess. She has had to change classes a bunch of times due to that lack of talking and not making friends, yet she landed on yours a year ago.

Throughout this year, you have been trying your best at winning her trust. She’s a very scared little being and you can’t just leave her in the corner, especially when most of the stuff you do in class is for everyone to be involved and have a great time as a group.

There have been good days and bad days, yet her good days are able to make your heart melt. Those are the days where she’s able to do more than half of the stuff you offer her to do and with a smile. The most precious smile in the world.

“Good morning, princess Addison.” You tell her as she stands behind the doorway. “I love your dress, today!”

A small little curve appears over her lips and she starts taking small steps towards you. You smile brightly at her, still crouched to be at eye level, and she quickly is standing in front of you.

“Mommy did my hair today.” She whispers at you.

You let out an enthusiastic gasp and she smiles at you.

“Oh, well, let me see the masterpiece.”

She turns around to do a little twirl and you look to see her coily hair separated in two perfect buns, which are held by two glittery light blue elastics - Addison’s favorite color.

“Wow!” You tell her and she turns back to you.

She is smiling so brightly that you swear you’re already a puddle. She’s just this adorable human being. 

If there’s any kid that will make you emotional when leaving on the last day, it will be her. No offense to anyone else, she’s just the princess of the classroom.

Colton, who is still sitting at the table, has found himself done with all the cutting and coloring, but also with two young boys climbing his back to dangle over his shoulders.

You weren’t kidding when you said that the kids are always in a good mood right in the morning.

He laughs at something one of the boys says and he looks over to check on you. You’re talking to a little girl in a blue dress and your smile is just as wide as it can be, as well as your eyes, which just twinkle with love.

When you finally stand back on your feet and extend your hand over to the little girl, Colton notices how her expression changes. Her small eyes study the room anxiously as she walks with you, and when they land on him, even worse.

Stranger danger, Colton, come on! Of course, the kids won’t like you right off the bat.

Before Colton could stand up or say anything to announce how he’s already done with his task at you, a little voice stops him.

“Mister Colton?” A little boy says while waving his arm around, “Are you and Miss Y/N dating?”

(...)

Half an hour later and your classroom is almost full, as hell as it’s almost time for class to begin and Colton’s time to leave. You stand back to look at what you just put on the wall, just to make sure it’s centered. 

Yeah, looks good.

The usual giggles, ones you’ve grown quite accustomed to, are louder, yet only now you’re looking back to see what’s happening.

Colton is still sitting with the kids, he has two boys laying over his shoulders, which look like they’re about to do a handstand, and he’s talking to a whole other group that is sitting on the floor in front of him.

You walk over to your desk to check something on your computer before you announce the time to everyone - and end up breaking everyone’s hearts. And as soon as you take a seat on your chair, you notice that Addison has gotten up from her seat.

One of her little drawings is still sitting on her desk, but you can’t stop yourself from looking for her in the big group of children around your boyfriend. And that’s when you see her, walking towards him with a paper in her hands.

Colton continues to talk to the kids, but that’s when he notices a small figure appear beside him. He looks over and the girl from before - Addison, you already told him the name of everyone in the room - is standing right beside him.

He gives her a smile, which she gives back, just a little shyer.

A sudden weight is lifted off his shoulders - quite literally, because one of the boys became tired of hanging on his shoulder, but also because she had just smiled at him. 

So, he decides to try his best.

“What do you have there?” He asks Addison, pointing his finger at the paper on her hand, honestly, just trying to make conversation.

Why does he feel nervous?

He notices her lips moving, but he can’t hear what she said. So he leans in, turning his head to the side, so she can repeat right over his ear.

“A drawing.” She tells him, again, in a whisper.

Colton snaps his head back to her and smiles widely in excitement.

“Really?”

She nods.

“Can I see it?”

Her lips move again and Colton leans in again so she can talk on his ear.

“It’s for you.”

“For me?” Colton asks extremely excited and looks over at her.

Addison nods with a little shy smile and a little giggle escapes her mouth as he looks at her with an open mouth in shock. She, slowly, raises her hand with the paper on it and Colton, just as slowly, takes it.

(Kind of looks like this - but make it hockey)

As his eyes land on the paper, he feels his heart burst at how adorable it is. He can tell that it’s a bunch of hockey players, all of them with blue jerseys and with hockey sticks on their hands.

“Oh my god!” He whisper-yells, making the girl look at him a little worried, “It’s amazing!”

Another giggle escapes her mouth and Colton, probably getting too confident, extends his (now) free arms to ask for a hug. She looks at him a little hesitatingly, yet before he could even think twice about what he just requested, she throws herself into his arms.

Colton, like with any other kid from class that requested a hug, wraps his arms around her and pulls her into the hug. Her giggles fill the room and you smile at the sight.

It’s impressive, to say the least. It took you so long to get that little girl’s trust and with one simple morning, Colton, not only got a drawing but a hug?!

Sounds unfair to you. Even though extremely adorable.

“So, you’re a blues fan?” You hear him ask her, making you let out a laugh.

If she isn’t, he sure is going to convert her into being one.

She nods her head and decides to do the same thing as another kid is doing beside Colton - sitting over his leg. Colton, now with one kid on each leg, and still one over his shoulder, looks over at you.

His smile is just the brightest ever. He’s having the time of his life.

He looks back at Addison and shows the drawing she just did to her.

“Am I in this?” He asks her and she nods.

Her little finger points at one of the figures with blue jerseys and the only difference between him and the other guys is that he’s holding hands with someone. He eyes the other person with care, and just by the clothes that they’re wearing and from the hair.

It’s you. Holding his hand while he holds a stick with his opposite hand.

He unconsciously pouts at how cute it all is and fights his urges to stand and run to you, just to show you the amazing drawing.

You must have read his mind, because right as he thought that, you appeared beside him, also taking a seat over the carpet with everyone. It didn’t take long for some of your students to move over and sit close to you.

Colton hands you the drawing, which you carefully grab it, and he points at the pair of people in the middle of it. You smile brightly and Addison gives the two of you her biggest smile of the day.

She was proud of her drawing, but, now, more than ever.

“Ms. Y/N, can Colton stay for the rest of the day?” Someone asks in the crowd of children.

Colton laughs beside you and you smile at the boy who asked it. Before you could even open your mouth to answer him, Colton does it.

“No, but I can come back tomorrow (?)” He says, almost as if it’s a question.

He’s looking at you, and that’s when you understand that he’s asking you for permission. And as soon as the kids also notice that, a wave of screams hits your ears.

“Please!” and “Let him!” are screamed at you and you smile.

“Yeah, of course.” You tell him and he smiles.

The kids celebrate, some by jumping around, others throwing their fists in the air while screaming victoriously, and others - like Addison - just smile at the both of you.

Ugh, things can’t get better than this.

Hope you liked this! Sorry it took me a little long to post it, but I was a little stuck on one part. Really hope it was worth the wait.

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Chapter Three: Looking for Nigthmare

Once we hit the edge of the forest we really had to start being more careful since we were not the only village in the area who used this forest area.

“Nightshade, are you going to be okay walking on your own?” I asked concerned for her safety

“Silver you worry too much I will be absolutely fine”

“Nightshade you don't need to push yourself” Cyrice added

“Guys I am going to be absolutely fine, look I can move all on my own, stop babying me,” she said while swinging her arm around

“Fine, let's go”

As Nightshade started hoping off all victorious from winning the discussion, me and Cyrice just followed behind sighing. As we walked deeper into the forest the mist started rolling in and it became very humid, and then cold.

“Cyrice, Nightshade we should stay closer together so we don’t get separated,” I said but as I looked behind me they were already gone “DAMMIT!!”

“Silver, Cyrice, where did you go?” Nightshade said well looking around her “This isn’t what we agreed upon” as she continued to walk around annoyed

“This is exactly what I thought was going to happen dammit” Cyrice grumbled “where are you guys?”

Welp this is just great we came in here to look for one stupid wolf and now we are all lost now. As I walked along I had to constantly hide behind bushes and trees to avoid other tribes that were nearby.

“This is so stupid!!” I said well throwing my hands up

In another part of the forest:

“How did I agree to this” Cyrice sighed well walking “Like this has got to be one of the stupidest things I have decided to go along with, I am never going along with Silver’s ideas again”

As an arrow shoots past Cyrice’s head.

“You have got to be kidding me!!” he screams while starting to run away

On the other side of the forest:

“This isn’t my idea of a good time” Nightshade stated while hopping from rock to rock to pass the time

As Nightshade continued to hop along she spotted a familiar pair of black ears appear from behind a bush up ahead. As she quietly approached, her theory was confirmed, as she jumped on the dude's back.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!” he yells as he throws her off, as he gets a closer look however “Nightshade why are you here?” he asked confusion plastered on his face

“Oh well the village got destroyed and Silver came up with the great idea to come and find you before doing anything else,” Nightshade said all in one breath with the same excitement as a kid in a candy store

“Oh, Silver’s here, what do you mean destroyed,” he said turning his head from his stuff he was packing up

But before Nightshade could respond Cyrice came through some trees and body checked Nightmare.

“Owww” Cyrice moaned

“What in the…”

“No time to answer,” he said while grabbing Nightshade and bolting

As Nightmare looked in the direction Cyrice came from he saw about 10 people chasing after him, so Nightmare grabbed his stuff and started running as well.

“Cyrice WHAT THE FUCK!!” he screamed

“I don’t know man” he responded

“Can you put me down I can run on my own” Nightshade stated while trying to squirm out of Cyrice’s grasp

As Cyrice dropped her, I came out of the void and started running alongside them.

“Oh, I see you found Nightmare, but why are we running?” I asked

“Well Cyrices dumbass clearly got spotted and now we are being chased” Nightmare respond justifiably annoyed

“No we aren’t” I answered smiling

As Nightmare slowed to a stop and looked behind him, and saw that no one was following them he looked back to me.

“Silver, how long have we been unnecessarily running?” Nightmare asked with veins popping from his forehead

“I took care of them right before I caught up with you guys so, about 15 minutes” I smiled back while whistling

Nightshade was laughing her head off and Cyrice was dying on the ground because by this point he had been running for half an hour.

“Can we get out of this god-forsaken forest now?” Cyrice managed to get out through all of his panting

“Yes I suppose we can now that we have what we came for” I stated while looking at Nightmare

As we started to make our way out of the forest the full weight of our situation really hit us, we no longer had a home to return to and no family or friends to rely on except for each other. We still weren't out of the forest when night hit so we set up camp.

“Silver, where did you go?” Nightmare asked while dishing the food from over the fire

“I umm I had been taken to fight in the war” I answered but it was a strained answer that had conveyed to them that I didn't want to talk about it

“I'm happy your back sister,” Cyrice said well handing me a bowl of stew

“I am too Cyrice” I tried to give a smile to relieve their worries but I don't think it worked

As Nightmare dished the final bowl to give to Nightshade, we found that she was already out cold. We couldn't help but start laughing at the sleeping friend.

“Well let's get some rest so we can get out of this stupid forest,” Cyrice said well finishing his bowl

“I agree,” I said well putting the bowl down

“I'll keep watch since you guys seem tired,” Nightmare said while stocking the fire

“Okay, night Nightmare”

Once morning came we packed up and finally got out of the forest by noon.

“Thank fuck that's over,” Cyrice said smiling ear to ear

“I kinda liked it,” Nightshade said while walking ahead

“Meh it wasnt to worst thing ever” I stated while hoping to catch up to Nightshade

Nightmare hadn’t said much since we left this morning but there seemed to be a lot on his mind. As we made our way to the home island we stopped by many places and met a lot of different kinds of people. It was fun since for me and Nightshade this was our first time leaving home and doing stuff like this.

“We should just fly to the home island once we get to the port town instead of teleporting or taking a boat” Nightmare suggested

“I have no problems with that what about you two” Cyrice answered while looking at us

“Sure why not it'll be cheaper than taking a boat or a teleport circle” I answered

“Nightshade, will you be able to make the trip?” Cyrice asked

“Ya I should be fine” she answered smiling at the idea

“Okay good since we are a day away from the port town” Nightmare added while looking ahead

As we continued on the feeling of someone following us had only gotten stronger and it was starting to make it hard to sleep or eat at times. It definitely didn't help that Nightmare was keeping a close eye on me cause he was worried, then again Cyrice was doing the same with Nightshade after what had happened in the village.

“Let’s stay in an inn tonight, I want to sleep in a bed” Nightshade insisted

“That should be fine” Cyrice answered

“I have no problem with that idea, it has been at least a month since I've done that” Nightmare answered while putting food in his mouth

They all looked at me in unison for a reply to Nightshade's request.

“Fine just stop looking at me like that” I replied while moving some of the food on my plate around

Nightshades lit up like a star when I said fine that if I had rejected the offer I would have felt bad. Cyrice and Nightmare also looked pretty pleased as well so I guess it was worth it. When we got to the inn that feeling was there in the back of my mind constantly. I hated it so much.

“Two rooms please,” Nightmare asked the person at the desk

“Okay give me a minute sir,” they said while looking at what they had available

“Cyrice are you able to go into town and get three bags please” I asked while handing him something

“Yes I'll be right back guys”

“Here you are sir”

“Thank you, where did Cyrice go?”

“He went to town to pick something up for me” I answered while taking one of the keys “Come on Nightshade let's head to the room”

“Okay Silver,” she said while following me up the stairs

Nightshade had looked back at Nightmare and he looked like he was looking at a wounded animal.

“Silver, are you and Nightmare not getting along?” Nightshade asked looking worried

“No Nightshade we aren't fighting, we've all just been through a lot lately,” I said well patting her on the head

“Okay, I think you should talk to him though cause he looks really worried”

“I will I promise”

When we got to the room it looked very nice, it had two beds and the window had a really nice view. I started setting up protection ruins around the room so that we didn't have to worry about anyone coming in through the window. 

“I'm going to head down stairs” Nightshade said while leaving

“Okay”

As Nightshade left, Nightmare slid through the door.

“Silver we really need to talk,” he said while hugging me from behind

“Nightmare I really don't want to discuss it right now”

“Silver you can't keep ignoring it”

“Yes I can watch me”

Nightshade came back with the bags I had sent Cyrice into town to get and kinda just stood at the door staring.

“Nightmare let go”

“I'm just gonna go” Nightmare said head low

I grabbed the bag from Nightshade and checked that Cyrice got all that I had asked for. I pulled the dagger out and double checked it.

“Silver why did you ask for a dagger”

“I just did, okay”

She just nodded and walked out. I don't want to worry them, but this feeling is overwhelming and scary. By the time Nightshade had come back up I had already laid down.

“Silver I know it must've been hard for you over the past couple of months but we are here for you” Nightshade sounded incredibly sad

Nightshade laid down and went to bed. I sat up and looked over at her. I want to tell you guys but I'm scared that if I do, you will look at me differently. I laid down and cried myself to sleep.

When morning broke we packed and headed to the port town, we got there just past noon and decided to walk around a bit before flying over. 

“Let's head over right away” I stated

“Okay Silver” they all answered

We headed to a secluded area to start going, when we got there each of us let our wings out. Nightshade has black to light blue wings, Nightmare has all black wings, Cyrice has brown to green, and I have grey to silver to gold.

It took us about five hours to get from the island we were on to the home island.

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