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smol-nevi · 2 years

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Locked my NSFW Twitter because I got exhausted of people being fucking weird about it. I'm not a lalafell. I'm a human being. "Lalafells DNI" is fucking brainrot nonsense because they don't exist therefore can't interact anyway. I'm also not cool with people blocking me then sending their friends to stalk and screenshot me after I block them so they can post it and continue to laugh at everything I say behind my back. And for fuck's sake I don't want to fuck children, what is wrong with people. Why would you even imagine someone doing that?! And I especially don't need absolute random people (who run an IRL porn selfie account! And who looks fucking 15 in their pictures!!) DMing me with harassment that Twitter won't do anything about.

Why is this on this account and not my (nominally but obviously not really) NSFW Tumblr, you probably ask? Because more people should know what it's like when you're an adult and you just want to RP a normal adult character and she happens to be short. That's literally the only difference. I don't like the ingame model, I don't like the childish appearance, I don't like the people that do like the childlike appearance for sexual reasons. I don't draw her as anything remotely like a child. I don't imagine her as anything remotely like a child.

"B-b-bu-buh-but the ingame description says other races mistake them for children—" Oh, fuck off. Nobody cares if you make something that's totally contrary to the ingame description. If you go by the ingame description and unmodded models only, there are no Au Ra with opal scales, there are no Mi'qote with giant tails, there are no tall Mi'qote or female Au Ra or short male Au Ra, there's no old characters, there's no fat characters, there's no body hair, there weren't even male Viera until recently. I think it's LESS weird to say, "hey, this Lalafell should look her age and not like a freaky bobble-headed chibi," but people will go to any fucking length to say, "NO, you can't do that, if you make this character look completely in her mid-40s and you find that attractive, you actually wanted to fuck a baby!" Because that totally follows, somehow! Obviously the definition of "pedophile" means "someone who is solely attracted to adults and likes height difference" right?

And like, she's not even "an ERP character," she's a character on which I don't mind ERPing. I have a character who's actually an older teen. I will absolutely not do ERP-related stuff with her because that's gross to me. If I wanted to be gross about minors, I could literally go do that and I never have and I never will.

Shit, I didn't even have RP of any kind in mind when I designed Nevivi. I picked her race because she had the same general body shape as me, and I gave her traits about myself I didn't like. She's fat, she's loud, she's got no internal filter, she's female. And then I said, she's also confident and attractive, and she doesn't need to change anything about herself for that to be true. I was reclaiming things about myself that I hated. How the hell in any universe is it possibly pedophilia to look at your own adult body and say, "you know, this isn't so bad actually"? But you try explaining that in 240 characters to people who don't even want to hear you out, they just want to roast you for a little bit of self-righteousness because the rest of their life is miserable and they don't care who they have to drag to their level to get out of their crab bucket.

But the fucking kicker is that I'm asexual and don't actually want to fuck anything, really. So...yeah. Again, how the hell. Like what kind of leap in reasoning does it take. The most that's going on is that I like the concept of sex, necessarily between adults or else I don't like it anymore, and that's it, but who wants to listen to that when you can brigade someone instead and pretend you're "protecting the community from predators"? There's no reason to it. But, spoilers: reasoning is not the thing they're doing, here. They're reacting emotionally and believing that it's justified because they felt gross so the thing they saw must have been gross.

And honestly it's cool if people don't want to see or know about whatever I'm drawing or writing. That's fine. That's good actually. Have boundaries, enforce them, don't look at things that make you feel gross. Seriously! I've always kept my shit segregated because I know it's squicky to some people and I respect that! But I'm doing literally zero harm to anyone, I'm going out of my way to make sure I don't, and I do not deserve to be treated this way.

So yeah. If you want to follow my NSFW Twitter, you still can, but it's approval-only because I'm fucking tired of being treated like garbage by strangers who don't even know who I am or what I'm doing and just want to project their own obsession with pedophilia and child pornography onto any convenient surface they can find. I can't have a curiouscat, I can't have DMs open, I can't even be publicly searchable because the FFXIV community, especially on Twitter, is pathologically hellbent on harassing every single person they see doing something they don't immediately approve of. And yet it's also the only place I have a following anymore too. I hate it.

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ezzydean · 2 years

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Trick or treat for the Kitagawa Daiichi boys!

come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and I’ll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU (I’ll use a random generator to pick trick or treat)

send me “trick or treat” and a character(s) or ship in my inbox and I’ll write you a short little thing (I’ll be doing these all of October so send away!)

so ro and I are being us and taking a list of rather fluffy sounding prompts and doing our best to twist them into our tricks.

this one is “The smell of nutmeg and cloves around every corner” combined with “Making lots and lots of soup.“

#sorrynotsorry

“For crying out loud,” Tooru says as he spots them. Akira freezes, arm outstretched. “What have I told you about the cloves?”

Yuutarou smacks Akira’s arm and he jolts, dumping the rest of the cloves out of the jar and into the boiling pot. The glass jar follows a second later when Yuutarou smacks his arm again. Akria smacks Yuutarou’s arm in response.

Hajime breaks up the slapping contest that ensues by literally walking in between the two of them and forcing them apart, Tooru and Tobio only a few steps behind him.

The glass jar bobbles for a few seconds before tipping enough to fill with liquid and sink to the bottom with a dull clank.

“Um.” Yuutarou clears his throat. “Less is more?”

Tooru blinks twice, then three more times, before spinning away with a huff and stomping over to start rummaging in the cupboards.

“If we’re going to save this pot we’ll need at least twice as much nutmeg and no less than three brand new sprigs of mistletoe.”

“Mistletoe?” Hajime eyes the pot. “You sure you don’t want parsley? Or maybe pine?”

“No, Hajime. I don’t want parsley or pine. I don’t even want mistletoe. But since our dear, sweet apprentices can’t seem to remember not to drown their concoctions in cloves we’re gonna have to go for the mistletoe.”

“Right. Okay.” Hajime looks at Yuutarou and Akira and then jerks his thumb towards the door. They nod and scurry out. “I always forget how testy you get about your soups.”

“I swear to every unholy beast I’ve prayed to in the last century if you call it soup one more time I will add your head to it along with the dozen ones already in there.”

Tobio grabs one of the long spoons from the sink and holds it up for Tooru to inspect. Tooru nods and waves in Tobio’s direction and he starts stirring the pot.

The jar thunks into the side of the pot and Tobio’s eyes light up. “Can I break it?”

“Use the yew spoon.”

Tobio grins, just this side of maniacal, and swaps spoons. The glass thuds and thunks and then cracks against the inside of the pot. Silver bubbles rise to the surface and the heavy smell of nutmeg in the air makes Hajime sneeze.

“You would think,” Tooru grumbles. “You would think that after all these years those two would manage a simple Boil Your Enemies based concoction.”

“You would think after all these years you would stop trying to sound fancy by calling them concoctions and just call them what they are,” Hajime grumbles back.

“Potions just sounds so lame though.”

“Which is why I call them soups.”

Tooru snarls and leaps at Hajime as he darts away, magic and mischief filling the air as Tobio continues to stir the pot and watch with glee as the heads inside bob around; he loved Boil Your Enemies time. It was always so satisfying. The perfect time of year.

#trick or treat 2022 #haikyuu #hq writing #kindaichi yuutarou #kunimi akira #kageyama tobio #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #prompts #notsuchasecret #kitadai kids #kitadai kids fic #half k burst

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luveline · 2 years

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hi miss jade! hope you’re having a lovely day. would you consider writing sirius taking care of drunk reader? 🥰

hi baby! always good! hope ur good too! thank u for ur request i hope this is ok <3

“What likelihood would you say I have of getting you home in one piece?” Sirius asks you conversationally.

You blink up at him. One of your fake eyelashes is coming off. Your makeup is smudged and your hair is in disarray. If you weren’t half-cut he would’ve kissed you by now.

“You can’t stay on the floor forever, doll.”

You’re looking at him like you’ve never seen him before, and then suddenly something clicks. “Sirius!”

“Yep, that’s me.”

“Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re here!”

“How’s that?” he asks, bending down, hands braced on his knees. His hair goes in his eyes, dark curls missing their usual bobble.

You raise a disobedient hand and seem surprised when it touches his neck, fingers brushing over the collar of his button up shirt. “I missed you so much.”

“When? When I was just in the bathroom?”

“Mm,” you agree gravely.

“I was five minutes, at most.”

“Awful,” you murmur. Your hand falls like a leaded weight. You look to it, study it, and then look around yourself. “Why’m I on the floor?”

“Not sure. I asked you an hour ago, and you said it was in protest.”

“Oh. Of what?”

“Let me know if you ever find out. Ready to go home?” he asks hopefully.

You nod enthusiastically and push onto your knees. He helps you stand and finds you’re pleasantly more stable than he first thought, clutching his elbow with your cold fingers. He neatens up your t-shirt, your jacket, pulls your trousers up where they're slipping down your hips. You let him without complaint.

He leans you up against the counter for a moment. Your hands automatically leap to his waist, squeezing, and he cringes as you lean up for a kiss, tilting his head back to escape your searching, too pretty mouth.

“No, doll. Don’t do that.”

You pout. “Why not?”

He frowns and grabs your face in one hand, firm but gentle, holding you still as he pulls the precarious fake eyelash from your lid. You close your eyes on instinct and he takes the opportunity to pull the second one free too.

He tucks them in his pocket and hopes they won’t go missing. You open your eyes and smile at him.

“Thank you. Kiss now?”

He feels awful for crushing the creeping hope on your face. “Later, let’s get you home first,” he says.

“Can’t I come home with you?”

“No.”

You pout but take it gracefully, following him down the hallway. He calls goodbye to your friends and helps you out the front door and down the steps, and only grins a little bit when you slip your fingers between his wordlessly.

“Where are we going?” you ask, swaying your joined hands between you.

“My car,” he says.

You wrinkle your nose. “I’m not fucking you in that.”

He barks a laugh, startled. “You’re not fucking me full stop. And what do you mean, ‘in that’?”

“S’dirty,” you mumble.

He’s hard-pressed to disentangle your fingers as he opens the passenger door for you, guiding you down into the ragged leather seats. It’s a beautiful car, he argues with himself. You’re drunk. You don’t mean it.

He leans down to plug your seatbelt in and you’re on him like a rash, hands coming up to cradle both his cheeks. “You’re handsome,” you tell him, and then wince in inebriated shame. “Don’t tell my boyfriend I said that."

“I’m your boyfriend, bub.”

He kisses you on the forehead chastely.

You open your eyes properly and grin with teeth. “Oh my god, I forgot! Isn’t it, like, our one week-aversary?” you ask him excitedly. He laughs at you and shakes his head, standing up straight. You bemoan this deprivation of contact as he checks your arms aren't in the way and shuts the door with a resounding clang.

“Try two weeks and two days,” he tells you, knowing you can’t hear him.

When he gets behind the wheel you’ve already moved past this, picking at the thread of your seat and murmuring nonsense to yourself.

“What are you on about?” he asks, not unkindly.

“Why can’t I come home with you?” you ask, frowning.

“Cos I’m coming home with you,” he tells you, to your delight. You reach for his hand on the gearstick and he sighs, long-suffering, swapping your hands around to sandwich yours under his. "Don't tell anyone you’re driving right now," he whispers (and lies) to you, turning the key in the ignition.

You giggle and flex your fingers against the stick. "S'our secret."

#sirius x you #sirius orion black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius x reader #fluff #sirius black imagine #marauders era #marauders #sirius black drabble

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ibis-gt · 2 years

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"Are you cold" for the writing prompts!

(maybe with borrower!Luther if you'd like?)

YES GOD i love huddling for warmth. football au time.

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The inevitable had happened. The heating had broken down in the dead of winter. A thick covering of snow lay over the pitch, making practice difficult, so the team attempted to exercise inside. As members of the ailing Atlas F.C. jogged down the halls, their breath fogged in front of them. Guy’s poured out with a steady stream of complaints and curses.

“I hate this country. Fuck! Who let it get this cold? What loving god would condemn us to this? Jesus ‘aich Christ. You people are all insane, to be living here. I am going back to Meaux and you will never see me again.”

“Uh-huh,” Hugh panted, keeping pace with him. “Send us a postcard, eh?”

“I will send you a postcard. No one else.”

“Aw, you charmer.” Hugh’s face, already pink from the cold, flushed a deeper red.

While it was a lost cause to try and heat the halls, some team members had dragged in space heaters for the office and locker room. They did their best, radiating a gentle warmth, but couldn’t completely banish the cold. Cam was huddled in the manager’s office now, filling out the latest swath of paperwork. He was a big, solid, well-built man, and he did not get cold easily. In fact, winter was one of his favorite seasons, as it meant he wasn’t overheated all day. But this level of chill was a little out of his comfort zone. He was bundled up in an old wool coat with an Atlas F.C. scarf wrapped around his neck, pulled up the way up over his nose, an incongruously bright pink bobble hat perched on his head.

Cam stole regular glances at the desk across from him, where the head coach and assistant coach were curled up together. Being five inches tall, they felt the chill more strongly than anyone, and they were currently shivering in a little pile under a thick quilt that Hugh had made for them, just about the size of a handkerchief. The two were as mouselike in nature as they were in appearance, and frequently flopped on top of each other for warmth or to nap. But even their shared body heat and the blanket seemed to be doing little for them.

Cam tapped his pointer finger on the desk for a moment, considering. Then he pulled the scarf down so that his face was exposed and asked, “Are you cold?”

Two little faces turned up to look at him. There was a moment of silence, and then Boots, predictably, broke it.

“What the hell kind of question is that? Of course we’re cold. Good lord, man, it must be six below at least.”

Cam laughed. “Well, do you want to warm up?”

“Yes, but Honeysuckle says we can’t lay on the space heater,” Luther piped up. “Cos it’ll roast us like little sausages. Her exact words.”

“Fascinating. Well, c’mere, I’ll warm you up.”

Boots hopped up in an instant, stretching his arms over his head. “Finally! Thought you’d never offer, sitting over there hoarding all your body heat.”

Luther was less enthusiastic. He inched backwards, sinking deeper into the recesses of the blanket. Boots looked down and rolled his eyes. “C’mon, worrywart,” he muttered. “You’ll freeze to death on your own in there. And I’m not passing this up.” He held his hand out and waited.

Slowly, Luther emerged, keeping his eyes focused on Cam. He took Boots’ hand and got to his feet, shoulders hunched, fist clenched at his side.

Cam leaned over his desk and stretched his hand out, palm up. He could nearly reach all the way to them like this, but there were still about five inches between the tips of his fingers and the edge of their desk. They’d have to jump.

“Leap of faith, huh?” Boots murmured in Luther’s ear. Luther set his jaw and nodded.

Together, still holding hands, they easily cleared the distance, landing softly in Cam’s palm. His fingers curled in slightly, making Luther flinch, and then he retracted his arm as slowly as he could. Cam settled back down in his seat with a sigh. He lifted his other hand and began to cover the two, but stopped as Luther let out a little squeak of fear.

“Oh! Sorry. I was going to just, you know, press you between my hands a little. Nothing rough, I promise.”

“Don’t think we’re there yet,” Boots said, shaking his head. “How about you tuck us in your scarf?”

“My scarf?”

“Yeah, just right up by your neck. You’ll still be able to do paperwork and Luther won’t flip out and bite you. Right? Promise?”

Luther scowled at Boots but nodded. “I wasn’t going to,” he muttered.

“‘Course you weren’t,” Boots said, slapping him on the back.

Cam chuckled. “Sure, that’ll work. Careful, though, watch those claws.” He pulled his scarf down again, exposing his neck, and brought his hand up to his shoulder so they could climb on. He felt their little hands and feet scrabbling over him, their miniscule weight settling against his neck, and those curious tufted tails twitching back and forth. It was lucky he wasn’t ticklish, but the sensation still made goosebumps rise on his skin and sent a shiver down his spine.

As carefully as he could, Cam pulled the scarf up over the two borrowers. He heard a tiny gasp from Luther, then Boots making quiet consoling noises, and felt them shift as Boots wrapped an arm around his shoulder. They were so close, all those little sounds and movements that would have been imperceptible became magnified exponentially. Cam pulled the scarf back up to his nose. He didn’t dare say a word, worried that his voice this loud and close would startle them. Instead, he picked up his pen and got back to work, trying not to notice how fast their tiny hearts were beating.

Inside the scarf, it was toasty warm. Boots sighed happily as the shivering tension went out of his body. With every exhale, Cam sent warm air gusting over the two of them. His pulse was steady and slow, a comforting rhythm that made the skin of his neck throb. Boots’ eyes slowly drifted shut, and his consciousness started to fade out. Before he completely succumbed to sleep, he cracked an eye open to check on Luther.

Luther was in much the same position as Boots, arms wrapped around as much of Cam’s neck as he could manage, legs tucked in, held in place by the scarf at their backs. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be breathing easily. A tiny, secret smile played at the corner of his lips, and his expression was totally relaxed and at peace. Boots couldn’t stop a little smile of his own, and he let himself drift off to sleep at last.

#asks #ask game #writing #g/t #giant tiny #cam and luther #football au

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bl--ankhaeji · 3 years

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Picture Perfect

Pairing ~ Johnny x reader

Genre ~ Smut,,some fluff but mostly smut

Warning ~ uhh unprotected sex,,creampie,,very vulgar probably the most i’ve been with a smut so far,,a sprinkle of degradation and praise here and there,,

A/N ~ I wrote this in a couple of hours after inspiration struck,,uhh if you ask me this probably the most graphic smut i’ve written so far,,i really should be focusing on finishing my other shit that I already started but what can ya do 🤷🏽‍♀️,,sorry to the people who are waiting on me to finish shit

W.Count ~ 2.2k

Pulling into the driveway you see the car’s headlights illuminate the quaint house. It’s as if you can feel your heart about to leap out of your chest, the anxiety from meeting his parents for the first time is almost overwhelming. That’s when you feel his hand grab yours tightening his grip a silent way of reassuring you that everything will be fine. “Babe, calm down I can practically hear the alarms going off in your head. Everything will be fine, I promise they’ll love you almost as much as I do.” his hand squeezes yours once more before you see the door to the house open a small kind looking Asian woman sticking her head to see who is outside.

“It's time.” you think to yourself taking in and releasing a deep breath. You see out of the corner of your eye your boyfriend of 2 years stepping out of the car, making his way to your side. The crisp night air that hits your exposed skin brings a chill before you see his hand reach into the car and his loving gaze sets on you. You both make your way to the still open door hand in hand and it’s like your soul leaves your body as the older woman takes you into her arms immediately.

“Y/n, oh my gosh it’s so nice to finally meet the girl I can’t stop hearing about.” You feel safe and at home in her loving arms and suddenly you’re not so scared anymore. She loosens her grip on your body standing back a little to survey your face. “You’re just as beautiful as I’ve been told.” she says and the smile on her face anything but malicious.

“Wow mom I can’t believe you just skipped over me like that. It’s not like I’m your son or anything.” you can practically hear the eye roll in his words as they leave his mouth.

“Ohhh my John-ah you know I love you my big baby.” and you feel the warmth from Johnny’s mom’s hug evaporate as she wraps her arms around her son. “Oh my god why are we still outside. Come in, come in.”

Inside you meet Johnny’s father and the apparent creator of coffee. Having to stifle a laugh when you are reminded of the time Johnny told you about that. Safe to say after meeting both of his parents you come to the conclusion that you had no reason to believe they wouldn’t like you. Throughout the night you even believed at some points Johnny’s parents were more excited to see you than their own son. Which also did not go unnoticed by Johnny who made sure to voice his discontent.

“Babe I told you, you didn’t have anything to worry about.” You both were on the way back to your shared apartment. It being late and the exhaustion that came from stressing over meeting Johnny’s parents made you pretty tired. “They loved you, I think even more than me.” he quips, his jovial laugh filling the expanse of the car.

“Yea, your mom wouldn’t stop complimenting me, I was starting to get flustered. At least now I can see where you get all of your charisma.” you chuckle placing your hand on his that sat on top of the gear shifter.

A pout makes its way onto his handsome face as you notice yourselves about to pull into your apartment complex, “I was a little salty to see my mom take my job for the night. I didn’t get to flirt with you nearly as much as I would’ve liked.” Squeezing his hand you reach into your purse grabbing the keys to the door.

“It’s ok, you have me for the rest of your life so you can make it up to me.” you say not fully hearing what you just implied, but Johnny heard you, loud and clear. Making your way into your apartment you instantly kick off your shoes at the door, happy that you can finally change into something more comfortable.

You and Johnny both walk into your bedroom Johnny making his way to the bathroom whilst you stand in front of your vanity taking off the clothes and jewelry you had put on for tonight. After stripping down to nothing but your bra and panties you’re in the process of taking off your necklace when Johnny walks out of the bathroom in nothing but his underwear. “God Bless Calvin Klein.” you think as he walks across the room to the closet as if it was nothing, and it usually is but tonight it wasn’t.

You lower your upper half onto your forearms, bent over the vanity, “My, what a,” you gesture to his lower regions, “Nice sized bulge you have there.” looking into his eyes through the mirror with hopefully all the lust you currently feel. Johnny stops mid stride and looks at you, his face twisted in confusion before he sees the look in your eyes and you watch as a cocky smirk makes its way onto his face.

“Why thank you, I work it out to make sure that when it grows it’s all nice and strong.” The words fall from his lips like its second nature, playing along with what you started. You step closer to male, so close that you can feel his body heat radiate from his skin.

“You wouldn’t mind if I,” Leaning towards his ear you make sure to lower your voice to the most seductive tone you can imagine , “Take a look.” the breath from your words ghost over his ear and you slowly run your tongue up the expanse of his outer ear before landing a kiss on his neck.

You can feel the low rumble in his chest before you hear it. His hands grip your sides before they make their way to your shoulders and he makes you stand face to face with him, “Be my guest.”

Your body lowers itself before you can even realize what’s happening. Once on your knees you pull Johnny’s underwear down in one fell swoop. “You have one, lovely cock here if I do say so myself.” you drag on,“I have the burning urge to put it in my mouth,” licking your lips you look at the man standing over you, “Can I?”

A grin etches itself onto Johnny’s face and you can see in his eyes that he is having too much fun with this. “Well that is why I work it out ma’am so please do.” Johnny’s words are like fine wine and they are most definitely getting you drunk. You take the hardening cock into your hands guiding it into your mouth. Even when not at full mass Johnny still has a monster of a dick and you feel that at times like these when he stretched your mouth to its limit. Working your tongue down his cock you make sure to not leave one spot untouched.

Your hands find a home on his thighs gripping to steady yourself. Knowing Johnny’s cock like the back of your hand you instantly flick one of his sweet spots under the head. You can feel the wetness building up in your panties and when you massage Johnny’s balls pulling a delicious groan from him you feel like you can’t get any wetter. “Shit miss, you sure know how to suck cock. I think it’s my lucky day to have stumbled upon a slut like you, huh?” He caresses the bulge in your cheek from his dick.

All you can give is a Mhmm taking him deeper into your mouth whilst sucking harder you hear him moan and his hand travels from your cheek to your throat cupping it where his dick bulges. “Fuck, you love my dick in your throat huh? You were so hungry for cock that you have to ask the first man you see if you could suck it.” He takes you off of his dick as you watch the line of saliva connecting you and the head of his dick.

Johnny pulls you up and gives your face a once over, no doubt he’s looking at your swollen lips envisioning them still around cock. He picks you up sitting you on top of your vanity, his forehead rests on yours, “I have to get a taste of you.” he all but forces out of his mouth.

Your hands make their way to his shoulders gripping them in desperation, “No, w-we can do that later. But now I just want you to fuck me, please.” you speak, lips grazing against his. Johnny takes a rough kiss from your lips pulling your underwear down and taking your bra off. He slides a finger into your dripping hole before working in two more. A moan drips off of your lips like honey followed by a whine, frustrated that it’s his fingers and not something else.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get my dick in here.” and although his mouth said one thing his actions said another, removing his fingers he grabs his cock rubbing it up and down your slit before positioning it at your entrance, but instead of pushing in fully he only pushes the tip in before taking it back out again. He keeps doing that, making you restless.

“Sir, mmm please. Stick it in, please.” your legs wrap around his waist as your hips start moving trying to figure out any way it can get his cock in your cunt. He lowers his head to your neck, biting and sucking fully knowing of the marks that’ll be left behind. Against your neck you feel his tongue lick under your jawbone.

“Mmm at least this slut knows how to beg. Maybe I’ll grant your wish but I’ll need clearer instructions first, what exactly do you want me to do.” His warm breath ghosts across your skin and you have to find every bit of patience in you.

“I want your cock.”

“That’s good baby now tell me where.” All the while he never stops rubbing the tip of his dick up and down your slit and slightly pushing it into your wet cavern.

“F-fuck in,” taking a deep breath only being able to focus on the movement of his cock your mind goes blank, “Uh-uh fuck, I want your cock in mmm in my dirty cunt.”

“Ohh I like the way you worded that. You do have a dirty cunt don’t you baby, just letting whoever wherever use it. I could make you my personal cock sleeve and you wouldn’t mind would you?” You probably resemble a bobble head the way you vigorously nod your head. A chuckle leaves his lips and he delivers a cool kiss to your neck, “That’s my little cocksleeve.”

Like an itch being scratched you feel him push his way into your wet snatch as a moan involuntarily leaves your body and you feel him groan into your neck. His hips snap into yours at a steady pace as he delivers slow deep thrusts. “Damn, you’re like a vice. Gripping me and sucking me in,” he moves his face to be level with yours. A cocky smirk sits on his lips as he looks into your eyes, “Best damn cocksleeve out there.”

His thrusts speed up, reaching deeper every time he enters. Your moans quickly turn into babbles as he moves his hand to your clit rubbing it just the way you like. “Look at you, barely able to form coherent words just from my cock, and to think earlier tonight you portrayed the picture perfect image of a sweet girl to my parents. When in reality you’re just a picture perfect cock hungry slut.” Dropping the role he had taken on his words continue, “But no you’re not just any cock hungry slut, you’re my cock hungry slut aren’t you baby.” his unoccupied hand comes up to wrap around your throat applying just enough pressure to cut off your airways as he lays another kiss this time on your cheek.

“You’re my good little cocksleeve aren’t you?” your eyes practically roll into the bad of your head as all of the sensations come together at once, overwhelming you pushing you to the brink. You didn’t even feel your orgasmn coming, it just took over you by storm. Your body convulses and you’re so focused on the pleasure of your lower region that you don’t even feel the tears roll down your cheeks Johnny lovingly kissing the salty beads of water away. “That’s it baby, cum for me. You’re doing so good.”

“Shit, you’re so tight. I-I’m about to cum.” He alerts you of his impending orgasmn, “Take it baby, take my cum.” His arm comes up to the wall behind you supporting himself as his sentence is punctuated with a moan as he forcefully cums in you creating another mini orgasm to kick off for you. You both revel in post coiatal bliss as Johnny lets you down, and your legs almost instantly give out having been turned to jello. You walk against the wall in order to make it to the bathroom so you can pee.

Walking back in you see that Johnny has moved towards the bed the post nut clarity still in the forefront of his mind. You crawl under the covers and onto Johnny. You almost doze off to sleep until you hear his voice, “You want to get married?”.

#nct #nct johnny #nct johnny smut #johnny smut #nct smut #nct fluff #nct 127 #nct u #nct 2020 #johnny suh #nct 127 smut #nct 127 fluff #johnny imagines #MY STORIES #nct imagines #nct scenarios

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tweetiepiecas · 3 years

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Positivity and Innocence

My first ever little ficlet, inspired by this post by the indomitable @floral-cas

Jack races out of the double glass doors, his backpack bobbling up and down as he runs, leaping into his father’s arms. Castiel makes eye contact with the teacher, and she waves them off with a little smile.

“Hello Honey Bee! How was school?”

“It was great, Daddy! We learned about firetrucks and I painted a picture and we went to visit the garden!” Cas smiles at the child’s excited babbling and gives him a small squeeze before he sets him down. When he reaches down to take Jack’s chubby hand, he notices something clutched in the toddler’s other fist.

“What have you got there?’ Castiel asks, leading them expertly through the after school crowd to the Continental.

“A flower.” Jack holds up a daisy, wilted from being gripped a bit too tightly.

“It’s very pretty.” Cas says, only half paying attention as he maneuvers a wriggling Jack into his carseat. Once he has the baby strapped in safely, and he’s turning to climb into the front seat, Jack beckons to him.

“Daddy I have to tell you a secret.” His little face is grave, as though he’s about to impart some kind of cosmic wisdom. When Cas pauses and leans in to hear, he whispers “This flower has magic powers.”

Castiel can’t help but laugh a little. Jack has more power in his little baby toes than the most powerful witches reach in their long lifetimes. But he plays along.

“What kind of powers?”

“It can tell you if someone loves you or not.” And with that Jack starts plucking the flower’s soft white petals murmuring “Love me, love me not, love me, love me not…”

Cas tries not too look too perturbed at the smattering of white flecks that now litter the backseat of the car.

“Loves me!” Jack finally exclaims triumphantly, holding up the last petal. The poor flower tilts over, it’s bright yellow center all that’s left.

“Who loves you?” Cas smiles, leaning forward to kiss his son’s cheek.

Jack wraps his pudgy arms around his fathers neck. “ You do Daddy!”

“That’s right.”

Later that night, long after Jack’s bedtime, Dean wanders through the bunker in search of Cas. They made plans to watch The Never-ending Story and Dean is eager to share another of his childhood favorites with his best friend. Cas, however, isn’t perched at the kitchen table, or hunched over a dusty book in the library, so Dean heads up to the clearing outside where he sometimes watches the stars.

Dean finds him there, sitting on his knees in the grass, brow furrowed in concentration. Castiel is looking down at his hands and muttering something Dean can’t quite hear until he gets a bit closer.

“He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me…”

#destiel #ficlet #destiel ficlet #Castiel #Dean Winchester #Jack Kline #floralnatural #spn #supernatural #baby jack truthing

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radiant-flutterbun · 2 years

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It’s Mordecai Part 8

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The wind rustled the leaves in the trees over Arkina’s head. She knelt in the dirt below, making sure her white dress was smoothed out before doing so. She brushed her thick lockes of brown hair out of her face as she reached out to the fawn shivering beside her. It was brown and blotted with white just like her.

“Hush now little one. It will all be over soon.”

It was skinny. She was surprised it had lived as long as it had.

“Poor thing. You lost your mother, haven't you? Left to starve. What a horrid fate.”

With one last breath the fawn was still. Its eyes glazed over, staring into the Nihil.

Arkina stood and brushed off the dirt on her dress then she took out a scythe and slashed it across the body. Her weapon made no physical mark on the animal, but it did pull out the glowing white image of the fawn. The little creature stared at its own corpse and sneezed.

“D’aww now arn’t you a cutie? I’ll let you stay for a bit. Technically I’m not supposed to do that, but you had such a short life, it’s only fair. Besides it’s not like you’re the first I’ve bent the rules for,” Arkina giggled as ghostly butterflies flew around her face. A transparent cat rubbed against her legs purring. A frog hopped through her hair singing a song that would never be answered. Several other creatures flew and leaped and slithered around her. All were transparent, glowing and white.

A wolf puppy barked at the fawn and it froze in terror.

“Now don’t worry. Nothing can hurt you now. You have nothing to fear!”

The fawn approached the puppy. It walked right through. Then the fawn began to leap around Arkina, its fear evaporating.

“There, now that’s better!” Arkina smiled, “Alright, gather around everyone, time to move along!” She placed her hands on her hips and searched the treetops “Hmm now where did Bobble go?”

Arkina skipped around, searching “Bobble! Bobble where are you!” when she received no answer she frowned “Oh no, if i’ve lost Pixel’s parrot they’re gonna kill me.”

“Arkina?”

She looked up at the sound of her name, but all she saw was an unusually large buck.

“Come to pay your respects?” She asked, gesturing to the dead fawn “No worries, they’re safe with me now.”

“I can see that. Hello little one.” Arkina blinked and the ghost fawn was leaping around another god.

They had tall jackal-like ears, dark skin and braided hair.

“Oh hey! I know you!”

“Y-yeah you uh. Braided my hair the last time we saw each other, do you remember?”

“Oh yeah! I should braid them again, they’re starting to look messy!”

The other god’s face flushed “I… I would really like that.”

“Then it’s a date!”

“A-a date?”

“Yeah like. On the calendar.”

“Oh.”

“Oh! Did you think-? Ha! Oops! I forget all the lingo and what not sometimes! Sorry. Yeah no I’m not asking you out I don’t even find you cute!”

“O-oh.”

“Anyway, what was your name again?”

“It’s… Cenotaph…” Their voice was barely a whisper.

“Oh right! Ceno! I remember now! Do you want me to braid your hair now or…?”

“N-no I’m fine. Thank you though.”

“Then why are you here?”

“It’s best to let our King explain. Follow me.”

***

Cenotaph went ahead to search. Muerto and Niossa were once again in a forest, but a different one than the one before. Muerto decided he didn’t like forests as he had to untangle his tail from yet another thorn bush.

“Fucking hell, let go! Stupid plant!” He tugged, causing black blood to ooze from where the plant had his tail ensnared.

“Just be patient and yank the thorns out,” Niossa suggested.

“Or maybe I’ll just burn it!” He summoned his cold flames and the plant withered and died “There. Stupid plants deserve to die.” He flicked his tail and nearly got it caught on another thorn bush.

Niossa rolled her eyes and continued on in the direction Cenotaph disappeared to.

The black blood continued to drip from Muerto’s tail for a few seconds until the pricks healed. Plants in the path of the blood shared the same fate as the thorn bush.

“Fuck you!” A voice called from above making Muerto stop in his tracks.

“Excuse you?”

“Bitch!” Muerto spotted the culprit of the profanity, there was a gray parrot watching him from the trees.

“Well that’s rude,” Muerto scoffed.

“What is?” Niossa asked.

“That parrot just called me a bitch.”

Niossa scanned the trees “What parrot?”

“You don’t see it?”

Niossa shook her head.

Muerto squinted at the bird which then shouted “Motherfucker!”. He noticed he could see through it.

“Oh. It’s a ghost. That’s why. Arkina must be near then.”

“But I can see ghosts!” Niossa protested.

“Yeah in the Underworld.”

“Huh. I didn’t know the ability to see ghosts in the mortal realm was a Gods of Death only trait.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t know that. I thought it was obvious.”

“Well yeah, to you it is! Because you’re the God of Death! Me? I’m just the Goddess of Love. Why would I know anything about ghosts?”

“True. I wonder if this parrot could take us to Arkina. She’s not supposed to use her powers to keep the souls of animals. She’s supposed to reincarnate them, but hey who am I to judge?”

“You do the same thing with your necromancy and cats.”

“Exactly,” Muerto cupped his hands around his mouth “Hey parrot! Take us to Arkina!”

“Little bitch baby!” The parrot responded and did not move from its perch.

Muerto frowned.

“I’m guessing it didn’t do anything,” Niossa said.

“Oh it just insulted me again but other than that no.”

A moment later Cenotaph returned with Arkina skipping behind them.

“Oh good, you found her,” Muerto said.

“Bobble!” Arkina said, looking at the parrot “There you are! Get down here!”

The parrot flew down from the tree and perched on her shoulder.

“Good boy! I don’t want to lose you, ok? Pixel needs to see you again!”

“And speaking of Pixel, you’re going to the dragon planet where they are at the moment,” Muerto said.

“The dragon planet?”

“Oof of course you’re out of the loop too.” As Muerto explained the situation to Arkina, Cenotaph slumped against a tree.

“Oh no. She broke your heart, didn’t she?” Niossa said.

Cenotaph looked up “What? N-no! What are you talking about!”

Niossa smiled coyly “You can’t hide a crush from the Goddess of Love. Arkina doesn’t return your feelings, does she?”

Cenotaph looked away “I don’t know. You tell me.”

“Hmm. She doesn’t know you. That’s the problem.”

“But I know her!”

“Do you?”

“Yes! She’s sweet and kind and silly and loves animals and is so pretty!”

“But that’s so surface level. Admit it. You really don’t know her either.”

Cenotaph’s tail twitched “Fuck off,” They quickly covered their mouth “Oh gosh I-i’m sorry! I didn’t mean-”

Niossa laughed “It’s cool. No apology needed. But all I’m trying to say is, you both just need to get to know each other, that’s all. The spark is there, it just needs to be kindled. Hope isn’t lost.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course! I don’t know anything about ghosts or graves, but I do know a thing or two about romance!” She began to walk away from Ceno and towards Muerto who was just finishing explaining to Arkina “Speaking of which, Muerto once I’ve dropped these two off at my palace I think it’s time to visit my ex!”

Muerto sighed “Oh great.”

#firefly writing #tcotg

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poc-movie-supremacy · 3 years

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I’m coming home to you

Christopher wanted to see his Buck today and who was Eddie to refuse? They picked up Buck for a nice day at the pier. When things go from great to catastrophic, will Eddie reunite with Buck and Christopher. Based off this tumblr post by @sexyapplemilk

This story is for @sexyapplemilk/ @fandom-101 @its-like-looking-in-3d

Thank you to @not-falling-but-flying for reading over this long long fic!

I hope you guys like it!

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Eddie and Buck had the same day off. Well Eddie had the day off and Buck didn’t have work but potato potatoe. It was Saturday so Chris didn’t have school today either.

Eddie was sitting across from Chris at the breakfast table munching their way through breakfast. It had been a quiet morning so far, Chris was lost in his own thoughts. Eddie wondered if his kid was planning anything, but decided not to put much thought into it.

“Daddy can we see Bucky today?” The question made Eddie cock his eyebrow. He knew that Buck had been wallowing in his bed for the past few days after he got the news he couldn’t go back to work just yet. Part of him didn’t want to disturb the younger man, but the other part of him figured this could be good for Buck. Also he can’t say no to his kid.

“Let me ask him if he’s free.” Eddie will probably come over anyways, Buck can’t get mad at him, he had Chris. “Finish your breakfast first though mijo.” Chris shouts in joy and resumes eating his breakfast, bagel with fruits cause eddie can’t mess that up, with renewed rigour. Eddie smiles fondly at his kid while he takes a bit of fruit.

Eddie made Chris finish getting ready for the day. They had to do Chris’s PT, get changed, fix their hair. Eddie combed his hair back, put on a nice white shirt and a plaid button up, jeans, and some sneakers. Chris put on a yellow stripped shirt and blue pants. He waited impatiently for his dad by the door. Eddie chuckled, unlocked the door then walked with his kid to the car. “What do you want to do for today Chris?”

“We can color or Bucky says he got a new video game!”

“You don’t want to go outside?”

Chris looks at his dad curiously. Eddie helps him into the car then doubling back to get into the drivers seat. He starts the car and starts to drive. “What could we do outside?”

“You could go to the park, play on the play structure?”

Chris wrinkles his nose. “Bucky can’t fit on it though, I know, we’ve tried.” Eddie laughs out loud at that. The idea of Buck trying to fit into a play structure is way too amusing.

“Well okay then, no park, we could… go to the laser tag?”

“I promised I’d go with Denny next week though.”

“Hmmm yea we gotta keep our promises don’t we?”

“That’s what you always say.”

“Well maybe Buck will have better ideas huh?”

“Bucky has the best ideas!”

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They get up to Buck’s apartment and Eddie doesn’t knock, instead he just lets himself in. The apartment is eerily quiet and Eddie wonders if Buck wasn’t home. “Buck, Hey Buck me and Chris are here to hang out.” He looks around the apartment for any signs of his best friend.

“Daddy look.” Chris points up to the loft to the mass on the bed.

Eddie smiles proudly at his kid. “Good job mijo. Go sit in the living room while I go rouse Buck.”

“Can I watch tv?”

“Sure kid.”

Eddie sets Chris up in the living room before heading up to Buck. The bedroom is a bit messy, loose clothes strung everywhere. The blinds are closed and all the lights are off. Any evidence Buck is here is the gigantic mass on the bed. Eddie frowns in worry, before getting to work. He opens up all the blinds and repeatedly pulled the covers off of Buck to force him to get up.

“Dude I have nothing to do today.”

“Nope, you're taking me and Chris, more importantly Chris, somewhere today. Heads up, he’s vetoed the park and laser tag and he’s downstairs. Get changed and start thinking of places to go. I’ll make you something to eat.”

Buck looks at him incredulously. “Eddie, you can’t cook.”

“Yea it’ll probably be toast or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but food is food and you need to eat.”

Eddie watches Buck calmly. Anger, confusion, acceptance and happiness flit across his face. He gives Eddie a smile before turning around. “Okay Eddie. Anything for my favorite Diaz.”

Eddie knows he means Chris, he still leaves the loft with a small smile.

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The Diaz’s make Buck a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with some strawberries Eddie found in Buck’s fridge. Buck’s in a white shirt and a plain pink button up. His hair is slightly gelled up and any trace of sadness was gone from his eyes. Happily he let Chris pull him to the kitchen table. “Wow this all looks so good buddy, did you make it?”

Chris beamed. “No Dad helped a bit.”

“You coulda convinced me otherwise.”

Chris giggled as Eddie rolled his eyes, “I cut up the strawberries.” Buck made a small noise of understanding before starting to eat. Chris quietly colored beside him. Occasionally he stole Buck’s strawberries. If Buck cared he didn’t comment on it.

“So have you picked where we’re going Buck?” Eddie asked.

“Yes actually, May’s been talking about visiting the Pier with her friends and I figured if it was good enough for her, it’s good enough for us right? You wanna go to the pier buddy?”

“What’s on the pier?”

Buck’s face lit up in a blinding smile. Quickly he starts listing off all the unhealthy snacks sold at the pier. Eddie shakes his head and mock glares at Buck, but he only gets a cheeky grin in response.

“You’re going to give him such a sugar high. Ugh, if you want to do this you have to put him to bed tonight.”

“You’re going to stay with us for the whole day?!” Chris smile could put the sun to shame. He looked eagerly between his father and his Buck.

“Sure Buddy if that’s what you want.” Chris nodded his head so fast he looked like a bobble head.

Buck chuckled, “Okay buddy, I’ll hop you up on sugar then have the pleasure of tucking you in.” Buck sent Eddie a teasing smile, only to receive an eye roll in response.

Once Buck finishes his food, the boys head for Buck’s jeep. They could’ve ridden in Eddie’s truck, but Buck likes driving more than Eddie. Chris’s car seat is transferred to the back of Buck’s jeep and they all pile in. Some top 40s song blares from the radio as they head to their destination.

The wind feels nice in Eddie’s hair. He stares out the window as he listens to Chris and Buck have an animated conversation. Eddie doesn’t really pay attention to it, but it still sounds nice, his son and best friend being happy.

“Will you ride with us Eddie?”

“Hmm?”

“The bumper cars? Do you want to ride on the bumper cars with us?”

“Oh why not. You sure though, I’ll kick your butt.”

Buck squacks offendedly. “As if, I’m a pro at bumper cars Diaz. In fact I should be asking if you’re okay going against me.” Buck flashes him a cocky smile and Eddie gives him a deadpan stare. He’s impossible yet so endearing. Eddie can’t bring himself to hate it, any of it for a second.

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Going to the pier, Eddie will admit, was a very good choice. The smell of fried food and the noise of the amusement park rides was relaxing. It felt like being back at the state fairs in Texas. Buck and Chris dragged him along to every ride and Eddie went willingly. He doesn’t remember the last time he had so much fun.

Eventually they tired down. Eddie was sitting on a bench next to Buck with a frankly gigantic brown bear on his lap. Chris is watching the surfers surf the waves down below with Buck holding onto his shirt. Eddie let himself relax after spending a whole day running after a child and a golden retriever. When Chris comforted Buck, Eddie snuck a photo of the moment. Buck was smiling sadly up at Chris while Chris held Buck’s chin in his hand. It was so sweet Eddie could’ve gotten a toothache.

He went about saving the photo when Chris started talking again. “Where did all the water go?”

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So there was a Tsunami in California, and Eddie was in the middle of it. He really can’t have nice things. Immediately Buck grabbed Chris and together they started running off the pier. Man can’t outrun nature though and they were barely halfway across the pier when they got swept away.

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Buck tightened his hold on Chris as he felt the water slap them around. As much as he wanted to keep Chris with him, he wasn’t stronger than the water. Eventually Buck felt Chris get torn away from him. Debris the tsunami picked up hurtled toward him. He could feel little nicks appear on his arms and legs.

When he finally broke through the surface, he spotted Chris clinging to a pole twenty feet in front of him. Carefully he angled his body so the water would take him to Chris. When he got close enough he leaped and wrapped his arms around Chris. With the same intensity, Chris clung to Buck tightly. It was nice to have proof that Chris was safe. After hearing the little guy cry out for him and Eddie, he wasn’t letting Chris go anytime soon.

For a while the duo was at the mercy of the water, but when Buck spotted a half submerged fire truck, he used his reserved energy to swim towards it. Once there, he lifted Chris onto it and then lifted himself onto it. The whole act hurt his leg, but Buck didn’t voice his pain. Quietly he breathed a sigh of relief. The open air stung his fresh cuts and his soaked clothes clung to him uncomfortably. Chris climbed into his lap and rested his head on Buck’s chest.

“Bucky, where’s my dad?”

Buck sighed, not wanted or knowing how to answer this question. “It appears that we got separated when the wave hit, but that can’t be permanent right buddy? When the water recedes we’ll go search for him okay?” Silently Chris nodded. Buck carded his hand through his curls and let his head gently hit against the truck. He breathed deeply once before getting into action.

“Hey superman, can I give you a quick check-up? I wanna make sure you aren’t too injured.” Chris nodded and Buck went about a modified version of the paramedic check up. (He’s been around Hen and Chimney to know it by heart. He also is a certified EMT.)

“You’re all healthy, kid, just a few cuts but that’s okay. Pretty amazing, I need to know your secrets.” Buck poked Chris’s cheek to make him giggle. He succeeded.

“I had you. You saved me.”

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Somewhere along the way Eddie got separated. In the water he tried to reach for Chris or Buck, but his hand kept getting smacked by debriefs. He did it enough times that he was sure his wrist was sprained.

When he finally broke free from the waves he couldn’t tell where he was. There were string lights hanging above him and a row of nondescript red buildings. Eddie let himself be dragged along with the waves while he thought of something to do. Buck and Chris weren’t beside him, making him officially alone. He hoped they were still together, the thought of all three of them trying to survive this on their own was enough to puke.

He clutched onto his St. Christopher’s medal as he searched for someplace to grab onto. There were inflatable toys, scraps of metal, and spare tires; but nothing safe to actually hold onto. Eddie tries to groan in frustration, but he ends up swallowing a mouthful of water instead.

After another half-hour he finally sees an awning of a restaurant. He makes his way over and lies down on the awning. He breathes in deeply and lets out a slow breath. He’s safe. He’s safe and alive and all alone. Dread tries to settle in his stomach at the thought of his son. He knows he can’t think like this, but god it’s so easy too. He can only hope that Buck is with Chris, Buck will keep Chris safe.

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When the water finally recedes, Buck climbs down the truck. The nice lady, Mrs. Violet, hands Buck Chris before climbing down herself. “Stay safe you two. Good bye.” Chris waves goodbye and Buck gives her a megawatt smile. She’s nice company while they were stuck on the truck. Buck hopes they find their husband. He waits to make sure everyone else gets down safely too.

The winds from earlier have died down. The warmth from the midday sun beaming down on him feels nice. His clothes have dried into uncomfortable messes, but it’s fine. He gave his pink button to use a tourniquet for a man with a bloody arm.

Chris tightens his hold on Buck, shifts around to get comfortable, then goes lax in his arms. “You don’t want to be let down buddy?” Chris shakes his head. Buck hmmed in acquiescence .

As an eight year old, Chris is hesitant to let people hold him. He says he’s too old for it now. The first time it happened Eddie called Buck to drink with him. Buck agreed and listened as Eddie complained at how big his kid was getting. The fact that Chris was willing to be held right now meant that he was more scared than he appeared. It made Buck worry and want Eddie. He shouldn’t be here, Eddie needs to be here to console his kid.

Buck hiked up Chris further up his hip then started walking. He didn’t know which way he should go, just hoped wherever he went would lead him to Eddie.

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Eddie fell asleep. He fell asleep on top of the awning waiting for something to happen. It wasn’t a great sleep, he kept seeing Christopher get torn away from him. Eddie shocked himself awake and took stock of his surroundings. The water was gone, leaving in its wake the debris it swept away. Also dead bodies. If Eddie had anything to puke up he’d be hurling.

Okay, okay, you can’t stay here. You gotta go find your kid. How… Eddie thought. Call someone? Call Buck! Or Bobby or Carla! Hope invigorated him to pull his phone out despite the fact that his wrist was definitely broken. Hope left him when he saw his completely waterlogged phone. Okay Plan A was bust on to Plan B… whatever that was.

The awning was connected to a pole that he could climb down. Best way to find his kid and his best friend was to look for them. Slowly he made his way to an edge of an awning. Then he edged himself off the edge slowly and feet first. Eddie wrapped his feet around the pole and shimmied down.

There were a few stranglers around him, similarly confused and lost. He tried asking them if they’d seen his lost kid or best friend. Unhelpfully they shook their heads no. Eddie sighed and continued walking.

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Buck’s arms were on fire. His leg was also on fire. He’s pretty sure he was also bleeding something… not good. Holding Chris and walking around for hours in the hot sun hadn’t been kind to him. Buck was still searching for Eddie or a hospital. Finding Eddie was better than finding a hospital, but at this point he’d take either.

Technically he had found two hospitals already, but they were filled to the brink. The wait was astronomical and there was no place to sit. And there was no Eddie. He let a nurse check Chris out and give them some supplies, water and granola bars, before heading out. In hindsight he should’ve also asked for a phone to call someone but he forgot.

Chris had long since passed out in his arms. The kid's soft breaths on his necks was very reassuring. It was part of the reason Buck didn’t want to let him down. Another reason was because he wanted to physically pass Chris off to Eddie. Who is fine. He’s healthy and fit and able to carry his kid when Buck finds him. ‘Cause he will find him, Buck can’t not find him.

Chris shifting in his arm brought Buck back to the present. “Bucky? Bucky, I'm tired.”

“I know superman, you’re okay. I heard there's a new hospital a few blocks from here. They’ll be able to help us.”

“Okay Bucky. Can I have ice cream when we get there?”

“We deserve it don’t we? Still need to ask your dad though buddy.”

“Why? He’s not the boss of you?”

“This is a trick.”

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After searching for Buck and Chris for five hours (and getting nowhere his evil mind adds) he’s starting to lose hope he can find them on his own. No one has seen a tall man in a pink button up nor a little boy in a yellow striped shirt. Eddie’s poor heart doesn’t know whether or not to implode at that. By now the sun has started setting. The winds aren’t as refreshing as they once were.

As he made his way down another debris filled street, two first responders found him. Eddie resists their attempts at checking him over for any injuries at first. He needs to find his partner and his kid, but he’s also tired. The first responders seem to pick up on this. They promise him that they’ll help him find his kid and partner if he just cooperates. This is how they cajoole him into going to a hospital. With promises of phone calls to his kid and a message passed around to the other first responders that Firefighter Eddie Diaz of the 118 is looking for his partner Evan Buckley and his son Chris Diaz.

This satisfies Eddie a great deal and he then becomes a much better patient. (He’s still grumpy and aloof, but now he’s tolerant). He’s almost fine, acquired a cut on his right arm, broke his left wrist, is dehydrated and exhausted. One of the first responders tosses him a bottle of water on the way to their destination. Eddie finds out when they arrive that it’s a VA hospital set up specifically as a halfway point for the sick and wounded.

The first responders usher him in through the door and into the hands of a nurse. They describe his injuries, and tell her about his missing family. He’d correct them but the statement doesn’t feel wrong anyways. The nurse takes him to a free cot before giving him a check up too.

The first responders hit the nail on the head with his list of injuries. Since it’s not severe he doesn’t need to be transported to the hospital right away, although it is recommended. She leaves to go get him pain meds and once again, Eddie is alone. The people in the cots beside him don’t count. Hell one’s unconscious and the other one is having an intimate looking conversion with a loved one. There are tears, Eddie looks away.

To keep himself busy Eddie makes a to do list of what he needs to do next. Find Christopher. Give him a big hug. Give Buck a big hug. Sleep. Tell people he’s okay. Buy a new phone. Buy ice cream. The last one isn’t technically an emergency but forgive him he’s in pain.

The nurse comes back with a wrap for his wrist and disinfectant and band aids. He finishes his water while she works. The nurse tells him he’s lucky his wound isn’t infected. Eddie nods, mind focused on something else.

“This is awkward, but my phone got damaged in the tsunami and I need to tell some people I’m okay. Is it alright if I borrow your phone and make some calls?”

The nurse smiles and nodds. She gets out her iphone, unlocks it and gets out the phone app. Eddie takes it gingerly and thinks of who to call first. His parents? Ha. He could call his sisters, but if they don’t know then he didn’t want to worry them. He’d call Tia Pepa but she’s probably with Abuela already so calling Abuela’s home phone is the best bet.

She’s calm if not incredibly saddened when she picks up the phone. Abuela lets out a fast stream of spanish that’s said through tears once she realizes its him. He waits patiently for her to finish talking before reassuring her she’s fine. Eddie wants to tell her about Christopher, but he’s worried about Abuela having a heart attack so instead he promises to bring Chris over for lunch tomorrow. He then talks to Tia Pepa for a bit, but there’s not much new to say because Abuela had the phone call on speaker. She thanks god that he’s okay and that he better see her as soon as possible.

When they hang up he immediately calls Bobby. As he waits for him to pick up the phone he gives the nurse a sheepish smile and promises that this is the last call.

“Hello Bobby Nash, who is this?”

“Bobby? It’s Eddie, listen, my phone got damaged in the tsunami. Buck, Chris and I were at the pier and I can’t find them anymore Bobby.”

“Hey, hey, hey, Eddie, you need to breathe. Okay breathe.” Eddie rubs his hand over his eyes as he takes a deep breath.

“Okay Where are you right now.”

“The new VA hospital they set up.”

“Okay I know where that is. I’m going to send out a message to keep an eye out for Buck and Christopher. I’ll also ask Maddie to start calling the hospitals to see if they have Buck. We’re going to find them okay Eddie. Buck’s a fighter, we’re going to find him and Chris.”

“I know Cap it’s just-.”

“Hey Hey, this isn’t your fault, you can’t blame yourself for this. Stay there at the hospital so we know where to send Buck and Chris when we find them.”

“Yeah okay, okay, okay.”

“Okay, are you okay?”

“Umm yeah I’m fine, shallow cut and sprained wrist. I’m fine Cap, it's Buck and Chris.”

“I know that, but I worry about you too. I gotta go, they need me, but take care of yourself okay? Stay safe?”

“Yes sir.” Bobby hung up and Eddie gave the nurse back her phone.

The nurse left almost immediately to tend to other patients. Eddie took a deep breath before taking the next step. He knew someone had to have a list of patients at this hospital somewhere, he just had to figure out who. Eddie got up from his cot to start looking around.

The first few people were a bust. Lady #1 was actually a nurse who just finished tending to a patient. Man #2 was actually an off duty first responder helping out. Lady and Man #3 and #4 were family of some of the victims of the tsumai. Eddie was starting to get frustrated. He needed to find his son and partner quickly. The longer they were out there the more Eddie’s insides turned into knots.

He walked forward towards the entrance and saw a woman with a clipboard. “Hello ma’am is that a list of patients for the VA hospital?”

The woman turned toward him and smiled politely. “Yes it is. Who are you looking for?”

“My son Christopher Diaz. He’s 8 years old and about 4 feet 5 inches tall. He was wearing a yellow striped shirt and khakis. I’m also looking for my partner Evan Buckley. Late twenties 6’2’’ wearing a pink button up, white shirt and some jeans. He has an identifiable birth mark on his right eyebrow that could be mistaken for a burn scar.”

The lady pursed her lips as she scanned through the papers. Eddie tried not to loom or tap his foot as he waited. When her face fell and she frowned he tried not to cry or get violent. “No, I’m sorry sir, I don’t have anyone like that listed here. They could be at another hospital, or,” the lady pointed to a nearby tent, “they could be there.”

Eddie followed his gaze to the place she was pointing at. “The, the-” black trash bags were piled in front of a stark white tent. That could mean it was only one type of place.

“I’m so sorry sir, if your family is actually there.” Eddie barely nodded at her, listlessly making his way over to the tent. Part of him wanted to believe that Buck and Christopher was at another hospital, but if they were, wouldn’t they have been found by someone. Wouldn’t Eddie have tangible proof that they were alive? Tears started streaming down Eddie’s face. His knees started to wobble as he started scanning through the list of the deceased kept just outside the doors of the tent.

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“Eddie! Has anyone seen an Eddie Diaz?!” A loud voice echoed in the background. Eddie frowned. It sounded a lot like Buck, but he- the lady said he was-

“My name is Evan Buckley, have you seen Edmundo Diaz?” The voice was slightly softer this time. Eddie turned around and almost fell to his knees. There, bathed in the LED lights was his best friend clutching his child in his arms. Eddie sobbed and started running to them.

“Buck! Buck!”

“Eddie?” Buck wanted to run to Eddie, but walking was hard enough. He stayed where he was and let Eddie run into him. It didn’t take long. Buck quickly felt Eddie wrap his arms around both him and Christopher.

It was then in his best friend's arms that Buck finally let the weight of the day catch up to him. His knees buckled and he went boneless in Eddie’s arms. Said man took it like a champ, first he made sure he had a secure hold on Chris, then he let himself sink to the ground with Buck. The younger man rested his back on Eddie’s chest and relaxed. The uncomfortable, burning pressure on his legs and arms was finally eased. Buck made a happy little sigh and burrowed further into Eddie, just as Chris was doing in his sleep. Maybe he should’ve been embarrassed by it but he just spent over five hours slowly losing hope that he would ever find Eddie alive. It would take the fear of God to separate them.

Eddie seemed to have the same idea. The arm that wasn’t around Christopher tightened around Buck’s waist. The younger man could hear his partner murmur prayers in what he thought was spanish. Tears, of what Buck hoped was relief fell from Eddie’s face onto Buck’s shoulder.

“Oh god, oh my god, I thought- I-” Eddie rambled, finding his voice again.

“Hey, hey hey, I’m fine. Me and Chris are all right.”

Eddie made a disbelieving noise. “Okay my leg hurts like a bitch and I probably have one too many cuts, but it’s nothing life threatening.”

“You wouldn’t lie to me?”

“Not after the day I’ve had.”

“In a minute we should get you checked out.”

“Aww you can’t do it for me?” Buck shifted his head slightly to bat his eyes at Eddie.

“No, an unbiased professional should handle you,” Eddie whispered hoping the night sky would hide his blush. Buck nodded and listened to Eddie breathing.

“We’re okay, we’re okay, we’re okay,” Buck whispered, like a mantra. He brought Eddie’s hand up to rest above his heart so Eddie could feel his heart beat. “We’re okay, we’re okay, we’re okay,” Even though Buck actually did need medical help, the trio stayed like that a little while longer, basking in the fact that all three of them were lucky enough to make it out alive and to return to each other.

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“...and that’s why we can’t let Ella and Etta have soda anymore.” Alya paused, then sighed. “Earth to Marinette?”

Marinette’s spoon fell out of her hand. It dropped into her half-finished cup, and sent a splatter of cold tea across the table.

She grimaced, reaching for a napkin. “Sorry, Alya.”

No matter her other responsibilities, their annual hunt for Paris’s Christmas lights usually would have always had Marinette enraptured. The great decorations strewn across the city, the hot drink burning her throat, the chill of winter brushing by her cheeks as she and Alya sat at an outdoor table of their usual cafe — Marinette would shrug off every upcoming deadline and every looming responsibility to jump head-first into the experience.

This year proved to be a little harder — what with Chat Noir lurking at the back of the building they were sitting at.

Alya shook her head and smiled. “Stayed up too late sewing again?”

Marinette swallowed, then looked up again. Not at Alya, however, but at the distraction a little ways away behind her head.

“Yeah,” she said, wiping at the tea on her raincoat. “Something like that.”

Chat Noir, from the end of the street, bit back a grin and ducked into the alley way once more.

Marinette stood up.

Alya raised an eyebrow.

“Uh…” She struggled. “Bathroom? I probably shouldn’t have drank all that tea.”

“Alright,” she said. “But come back quick. We should try and catch the seven o’clock bus to see the lights near the Champs Elysées.”

“Sure, yeah,” Marinette said, already pulling her pigtails out of her coat collar and searching for Chat Noir once again. “Seven o’clock.”

She inched her way out of their table, and, after finding Alya’s head turned safely away from her and instead at her phone, Marinette scurried down the street. She had a hand clutched to her pink scarf and another on the back of her bobble hat, breaths misting in front of her as she neared the back of the building. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Alya herself, a few yards behind, may as well have been able to hear.

She skidded to a halt behind the building.

Chat Noir, leaning against the wall, straightened. “Hey, My Lady.”

Marinette let out a deep, cloudy breath. “Hey.”

Cars passed by, as did pedestrians, but the street lights were too weak to reach the thin strip of an alleyway they were wedged in, and even if they did, nobody really cared to pay attention to whatever happened in places like that.

She took that breath back in, and held it. “You haven’t come to patrol for a while.”

Fifteen days, two hours, and fifteen minutes.

(No, Marinette hadn’t been counting at all. Technically, the countdown app she had on her phone had done all the counting for her).

“Yeah, sorry,” he said. “I should’ve told you. I had some… family stuff.”

The knot in Marinette’s chest loosened. Well, at least he hadn’t been avoiding her.

“I hope everything’s okay,” she said. Of course the sentiment was genuine, but there were other matters she wanted to discuss. Other questions she wanted to leap in and ask. Despite the mind-numbing winter and the mind-numbing boy, Marinette’s brain-to-mouth filter was somehow doing much better than she would’ve anticipated.

For example, she hadn’t confessed to the fact she’d thought about their kiss every millisecond of those fifteen days, two hours, and fifteen minutes. That was a success, wasn’t it?

“Oh, yeah, everything’s fine,” he said. “It was more like… family work stuff. You know?”

“Yeah.”

She didn’t know.

She didn’t know what ‘family work stuff’ was, she didn’t know what colour his eyes actually were, and she didn’t know whether he regretted that long and slow and impulsive kiss they had shared at the end of patrol fifteen days, two hours, and fifteen minutes ago.

Marinette stuffed her hands into her pockets and fiddled with her house keys.

“You’re not wearing gloves?” he said. “Your hands must be freezing.”

He'd noticed her hands. Had he seen them shaking before she put them in her pockets?”

“I mean, not really,” she said, and, without thinking, brought one out and held it up for him. “Feel.”

He took it. “They’re pretty cold.”

And perhaps neither of them were thinking much, that night, because Marinette was at least ninety-percent sure Chat Noir couldn’t feel her temperature through his suit.

She went to pull it away, but he held on. “No." He went as far as taking her other hand, too. "They’re cold.”

Her cheeks had been, too, before that.

Marinette stepped closer and he did, too, so their arms weren’t stretched out to meet each other. She hoped, from this proximity, that he couldn’t see the spots of flush burning on her face, but if she could see the jump of his throat as he swallowed, she had no chance at hiding from him.

Chat Noir cupped both of her hands in his, rose them to his mouth, and blew on them.

His lips brushed the jut of her thumb. They almost lingered, but didn't.

"I've been thinking about you," she said quietly. "Have you been thinking about me?"

Chat Noir's eyes flicked up to meet hers.

Marinette's hands shook hard. She couldn't even clench her fingers lest he noticed.

"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I have. A lot."

He continued blowing on her hands.

They had gone numb since they felt the touch of his lips (much like she had two weeks ago). Had they really warmed up that much since the start of his ministrations? Had they really been so cold in the first place?

His face was warm. Marinette could feel it. She could've cupped it in her hands and held him like that for a while. She had always been good at killing two birds with one stone — she would have been warm in her hands but also her heart.

But his lips were tranquillisers, and even if she wanted to, Marinette couldn't move her hands away.

"Did it mean something to you?" she asked. "The… you know…"

Chat Noir stopped. Not as abruptly as it felt (the warm suddenly replaced with cold, the tranquilisation of her hands falling away at a shocking rate) but he stopped, nonetheless.

"Isn't that my line?" he asked.

She gulped. "Is it?"

He didn’t let go of her hands, but he did lift his head. The look he gave her made something flutter in the pit of her stomach. It was all too similar to the way he had looked at her on that rooftop fifteen days, two hours, and fifteen minutes ago, when her heart had clenched with the certainty that he had been about to kiss her.

Now, his eyes flicked over her, and, self-consciously, Marinette broke one hand away from him and wiped her nose with the sleeve of her raincoat.

“Will you kiss me again?” she breathed.

His eyebrows shot up. They lowered again, slowly, and Chat Noir smiled.

Just like a breath, the words had left her without any real thought. But then she registered them, processed what the milky-white mist had carried over to him, and a scalding blush shot through her cold face.

“Oh my God I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to say that out loud—”

“I really hope you don’t take me for the kind of guy that’d drag you behind a building to make ou—”

They both stopped.

Marinette’s heart pounded in her ears.

Behind a building make out the parted-mouth, flickering gaze look he was giving her.

With a shaky hand, she touched her cheek. “Can we pretend that didn’t happen?”

“You wanted me to kiss you?” He sounded dazed.

She sighed. “So we’re not gonna pretend that didn’t happen.”

There was a pause. Then, he laughed.

“This is weird,” he confessed. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to see you again. I missed you.”

The tightness in Marinette’s chest alleviated.

“I missed you, too,” she said, curling her fingers around his hand. “I was worried you regretted it.”

Another pause ensued, but the silence was loaded. Chat Noir held her gaze. She felt his intensity all through her, like one of those computer wires she had in her room that always got too hot if she kept the switch on the plug socket on for too long.

“You clearly don’t know me as well as I thought you did,” he said.

Marinette took in a sharp breath. “Well, you're the one who knows my identity. Technically you know me better than I know you." She hesitated, then said, "but you don't regret it, right?"

He shook his head at her. "Marinette…"

"What?" Embarrassed, she averted her eyes. "I just want to know."

"No, My Lady, I didn't regret it, and I’ve been wanting to do it again for fifteen days straight.”

She broke out into a smile. “You’ve been keeping count, too?”

He grinned at her, taking one of her chilled hands and placing it on his warm, rosy cheek.

“Fifteen days, two hours, and thirty minutes,” he said.

“Wait, thirty minutes?”

Chat Noir blinked at her. “Yeah, thirty minutes.”

Marinette’s brow furrowed. “Chat Noir, what time is it?”

He fumbled for a second, then produced his baton. Throughout it all, he kept her hand firmly clasped to his cheek. Marinette felt her own cheeks ache with a dopey grin,

“Six fifty-five,” he said casually.

All the lovesick warmth inside of her vanished as reality emerged amongst the haze in her mind.

“Oh my God.” She jumped back, snatching up her phone from the pocket of her raincoat. “Alya wanted to catch the seven o’clock bus. I have to go.”

“Ah,” he said. “Well, I’ll see you later?”

Marinette looked up at him.

Yes, she had to go, but…

The clouds above them parted, and the premature moonlight glazed his eyes.

But she really wanted to kiss him again. And if what he had said was true (which it always was, because her kitty would never lie to her), then she had all the more reason to go for it.

She closed the distance she had put between them — hesitant, a little footstep at a time. He seemed to realise and put his baton away, then opened his arms out to her as she drew nearer.

“I’m not going in for a hug,” she clarified, setting her hands — one of them still holding her phone — on his chest.

“Neither was I,” he said, nonetheless wrapping his arms around her. “I just wanted to hold you.”

A wave of lightheadedness overcame Marinette. All that she could comprehend of her thoughts was the cold wind lying flat against her face and Chat Noir’s mouth right in front of hers.

The kiss was sweet. Unlike the last time, it wasn’t dizzying. It was gentle, slow, and planned. Expected. Her brain was not a jumble of oh my God what am I doing what is he doing what are we doing, unlike the last time they had done this. His arms around her tightened, pulling the material of her raincoat around her waist, and she tracked every sensation with a serene kind of attentiveness.

He broke away first, pressing his forehead to hers. “Your nose feels like a little ice cube.” He rubbed his nose against hers, then kissed it, making her giggle.

This time, she did go in for a hug. She wasn’t sure why she did, and her lips tingled with the wish of another kiss, but when he sighed happily into her hair and hugged her back, she was glad she had done it.

Her phone buzzed against Chat Noir’s shoulder.

“Akuma?” he asked, stepping back.

Marinette laughed, glancing down at Alya’s caller ID. “Maybe, if I don’t get going soon.”

Chat Noir made an unhappy sound, and tugged her back into his arms. “You don’t think the Christmas lights would look prettier if I tagged along? I’m sure Alya wouldn’t mind.”

“You’re such a stalker. How do you know that’s what we’re doing?”

He kissed her temple, beginning a journey across her brow and cheek. She had to keep a hand at the back of her bobble hat to stop it from falling.

“I have my ways, Bugaboo,” he said.

Fondly, Marinette rolled her eyes, pecked him once more on the lips, then answered the phone.

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bitchfitch · 3 years

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Conall woke to the smell of cinnamon and burning hair. His nose scrunched and his lips curled in a silent snarl he wasn't awake enough to suppress as he sat up in the bed he kept trying to escape.

His every bone protested as he stood, and his muscles shook, with the aftermath of another full moon spent hunting through the woods like a common beast after being twisted into the shape of one by this stupid fucking curse. He managed to get his feet steady under him as he sought out the absolute bastard that kept dragging him back here.

Arlo was where he always was, sat in front of the vanity in one of the bedrooms with his fingers combing through his stupidly long hair. He huffed as a greeting, not even bothering to look at Conall as he picked at a few strands and started the work of braiding it all into a manageable length.

One of these days Conall was going to take a pair of shears to it all. Just to be cruel, just to stoop to Arlo's level.

"Why am I here," Conall demanded, "I left, I told you I had no interest in staying,"

"Yes well you see, I didn't bring you back here," Arlo retorted, "You crawled back all on your own, and collapsed on my doorstep like you do every damm month,"

"You know full well its your stupid curse that keeps brainwashing me back here," Conall stormed up to his side and was step away from grabbing him before that stupid curse twinged and forced any ideas of hurting the stupid unicorn out of his skull with a painful snap,

"It's not a curse, Its not My curse, and there's nothing to do about it that I Haven't already done,"

"I'm sorry, do you just expect me to believe you have nothing to do with the curse that makes me want to protect you? That turns me into a dog everytime you are at your most powerful? You Truly believe I'm that stupid?"

"I believe you're that stupid, because you can't see that that's the truth, I didn't give you this blessing, I didn't make it. I didn't even know it was still kicking around until I Saved your sister from it," he spat,

"Fucking Explain it then, Explain why you are such a fucking liar," Conall had to swallow down bile as Arlo's hurt bumped up against the stupid curse.

"Im Not A Liar. And it's a long fucking story," Arlo snapped at him,

"Then get fucking talking," Conall didn't care that he was scraping gouges in the wooden floor as he dragged a chair closer and dropped into it with a heavy huff.

Arlo rolled his eyes and sneered as he started, his tone that of someone telling a bed time story to a brat they didn't particularly like, "Once upon a time, there was a queen who ruled an expansive and beautiful kingdom. She was perfect, and regal, and swelteringly kind, and most of all she was devoted to making sure her people Thrived no matter the cost.

So, one day, she gathered her kingdoms most powerful sorcerers, calling them each by name as she beheaded them and drained them of every drop of blood they had to give before rending the meat from their bones so that those may be used too.

When she was done she poured it all into her cauldron, and preyed and chanted and sang as she cut her own heart from her chest and dropped it into her brew.

The blood boiled around this offering so willingly and lovingly given, and the magic found her soul and bound it back together as the first of her children rose from the pot with her mounted on his back.

He was a bull, white like the clouds above and as thick around the middle an entire chariot was wide, with golden hooves and single horn jutting from his forhead as he galloped and pranced with the reborn queen laughing on his back.

The second was a similarly single horned war horse, white and gold but smaller than the bull that came before him. Still, he was stunning as he joined the joyful parade with blood clinging to his coat.

The donkey was next, again with one horn growing from the center of his skull like a stake. Short and lean but powerful as he charged along with his brothers and their perfect mother.

Then the deer burst forth, his single horn forked as he bounded so proudly around the room, leaping and prancing over the ruined remains of their imperfect fathers and other mothers.

Finally a goat clambered out after them all, bleating and struggling to keep pace with his long legged family. He was the runt, the weakest, made from the dregs of the sorcerers' magic.

The queen saw her runt and opened her arms to him and carried him on his brother's back. None of her children would ever be forgotten, or allowed to be trampled as long as she was there to protect them.

The family, complete and beautiful and perfect burst from the chamber and into their palace, the joyful cries of the people echoing through the halls at the sight of their reborn queen. They screamed and screamed as they welcomed her children into their court by offering up a feast of a first meal for their hungry mouths.

The Queen's already prosperous land Flourished as though spring had finally hit after a year of winter. Her beloved and perfect and powerful children served their people with joy in their hearts. No one in the entire land ever went hungry, no field was ever blighted with rot, no wound left un-mended nor was even a single disease allowed to spread. The coffers were full and gold paved the streets, the water of their rivers and lakes ran crystal clear and sweet like honey.

The Perfect Queen and her Perfect children were worshiped by their people, but such beautiful perfection bred vile envy.

A vile and selfish little human crept into the children's rooms one night. A lasso in one hand and a dagger in the other as it hunted through the corridors, looking for which one it would steal away from its family.

But oh that silly little thing, weak and stupid as it was. It found the children curled up together with their mother watching over them.

The Queen cought it before it could even take a single step, her wings beat as she dragged it out the window with her, her claws digging into its soft body threatening to destroy it completely. But in her divine mercy, she lifted it higher and higher and higher, twisting and bending its imperfect shape into something even more grotesque.

She landed with it held in her arms and she called to her children, who of course always headed their mother's call.

She laid the creature at their feet and told them that it would protect them now, that it was their pet and that they should look after it, that they should love it so that it would love them.

That was the first werewolf, it stood guard over their rooms and when others like what it had been came close it would tear into them and spread its gift. They would turn too then, and join it in its guarding.

Though, the children only ever loved the first of their precious dogs. The rest were too much fun to not play with. So, long as at least one lived, they could do whatever they pleased with the others. So they did. They tore them apart and painted their rooms in their blood and takes their hides with their brains and the children made their mother necklaces and crowns and bracelets and rings and every other little bobble they could from those precious wolves' bones.

The children loved their mother, so of course they wanted to lavish her with every gift they could. She had already given them so much, it was only fair.

The perfect family and their perfect pets weren't allowed to be happy forever though. A man, A king, their mother told the children to call him that, came into their home and soon their mother was heavy with his imperfect children.

She assured her eldests that this was only a means to an end, that she needed an heir. Someone who would look after her perfect children when she was gone. She told them that while the children the king gave her would never be perfect, she would make them so. Just like she made herself perfect, just like she made all of them perfect, she would make these new lives perfect too.

To prove her devotion to the children born from the blood of her heart instead of the water of her womb, she gave the first of the king's imperfect offspring to them.

Oh how the king sobbed as they ripped it to shreds. Its awful little body not even worth being made into a gift for their mother.

The second was allowed to grow. Their mother would bring him to her perfect children every day and have each of them lay a blessing on him until he too was perfect.

Only then did they welcome him as a brother. Only then did they begin to follow his orders like they did their mother's.

Oh how foolish those perfect children were.

Death came for their mother one night, her blood stained the long dead king's son's hands.

Were he anyone else, they would have destroyed him just like they did that first child the king gave their mother. But their own blessings made him immune to their curses and their powerful bodies. Their mothers own blood protected him even when it hadn't protected her.

The Queen's perfect children cried and shrieked their mourning, and refused to lay their gifts on any of the cruel and selfish humans. It was their blood that ran in their littlest and most vile brother's veins, why should they serve any that would dare to share a history with him?

The new King did not have the patience for his perfect siblings. So he stole away their hounds and sent them to war, all but the one they loved, he killed that one in front of them and made them watch as it begged and suffered.

Then, when they continued to refuse to obey him, he took everything they had. He took their hair and their eyes and their horns, and the skin off of their flesh, then the flesh off of their bones and then he took those too. And he took until there was nothing left and those perfect siblings of his were gone,"

Arlo looked back to his mirror his shoulders tense and his hands shaking with ancient grief, "Then, one day many years later, when the Perfect Queen and her perfect children were only whispered myths, a pair of witches gathered all of their magic and the corpse of their beloved sister.

They went to the place that the Perfect Queen's castel had once stood and called on the fragments of her children, They pulled the goat, the weakest of his siblings from the aether and begged for him to revive their sister.

He looked at the humans, and saw only their selfish ways. But he could not return to his rest. No, they held him there and demanded he do what they asked. Said they would never let him go if he didn't. Said they would damn all of his brothers to that horrid… inbetweenness of not being fully alive and not fully dead while being all to aware of it.

So, he looked them in the eye and made them a deal, Their sister's heart would beat and her body would walk again, but they must never attempt to summon his brothers.

They were stupid, and agreed.

The goat took the dead sister's body as his. Her heart beat, and she walked and talked, but it was him who was in control.

He damned himself to this existence, knowing the witches had no way of killing him, nor did they have a way to summon his brothers while the body was being used.

Years passed again, now with the goat alone in the palace he had shared with his perfect family. Unable to leave because if he did some other ungrateful and selfish human might try to take from him again. They might not care about destroying the body he wore like the witches did, and if the body was destroyed, the witches might try to summon and damn his brothers.

So the goat lived in the buried castle and watched the world above through his mirror, and eventually he began talking to the witches, he was so dreadfully lonely that even their vile company held value.

Other horrid little humans would stumble close sometimes. He'd kill them on sight, Or curse them until their blood boiled in their veins, or he'd give them something that looked like a blessing just so they would lead more to him. It was the only fun he could have without risking his physical body being known.

But then the witches finally promised the goat a kindness. They told him that the wolves his mother had made for her perfect children still spread their blessings, but that with the unicorns dead and gone they had turned to vile beasts as they desperately searched for their charges.

The goats heart ached but then it soared when the witches told him that there was one being brought to him.

A little girl, they told him it was, a child so young that if he loved and cared for it it would grow up to love and care for him in return. He remembered the precious wolf he shared with his brothers and Gladly accepted the offer for them to let him care for it.

Offering them a loc of his hair and blood from his veins. He knew how to not be selfish, unlike the humans, he knew that you always offer something in return.

They took what he gave, but when they brought him his pup, she was in the arms of a strange man.

He collapsed onto his knees and begged for his sister to be cured tears staining his..."

Arlo hesitates, looking at Conall and picking his next words carefully,

"His face, that the goat had initially found repulsive but no longer minds. The goat was about to kill the awful and pathetic creature, about to take his precious pup to show her to the room the goat had put together just for her. But then the man's words registered.

He wasn't begging, he wasn't asking to take. He was offering everything he had for the goat to save his sister from a perceived suffering.

And the goat didn't see the witches making cruel demands and threats. He didn’t see that monster of a half brother demanding he and his perfect brothers work for the creature that killed their mother.

He saw himself, and he saw his perfect brothers, and their mother. He saw his family always looking out and protecting eachother.

The man asked for the goat to cure his sister of her blessing, and in return he would give everything he could.

The goat's heart broke. He wanted, truly wanted, to help a human for the first time since his mother's passing. But he couldn't do what the man asked. His mother was far more powerful, and even now centuries after her death and many many generations removed, her blessing still held stronger than the goat could ever hope to be able t overpower.

So he made the man, the pure and clever human who knew not to take without giving something in return, an offer.

The goat couldn't destroy the blessing, but if the man could offer up another to take his sister's place, the goat could transfer it to them."

Arlo looked back to his mirror, where he saw only Conall's reflection, as he finished the last braid, "I think you know the rest,"

A long moment passed as Conall tried to reconcile the story he was just told with the monster- no, the man, he sat across from.

"Were you really going to take care of Asena?" Conall asked, his voice low and quiet, as though speaking too loudly would break the careful peace between them,

"I was going to raise her as though she were my own. I was so excited to teach her magic, and to give her all the blessings I could... I guess the witches are doing that now though," He leaned forward against the worn wood of his vanity and rested his chin on his folded arms, "I was going to have a family again," he wiped at his eyes before the tears could spill,

"I'm sorry, Conall," he sighed

"Why?" Conall tried not to sound surprised at such a genuine sounding apology,

"I know those weren't the answers you wanted. I know you wanted me to tell you that it had all been a trick and I could just snap my fingers and cure you of my mother's blessing,"

"No, those weren't the answers I wanted but..." Conall didn't know what to say next, so he said nothing and just settled a hand on one of Arlo's thin shoulders. He squeezed it softly as he felt Arlo go rigid under his touch for just a moment before practically melting beneath his palm.

Conall had the sinking realization that this might very well be the first time anyone has touched Arlo since his entire family was killed.

Conall had the sinking realization that the same might be true for himself.

"Please," Arlo whimpered burrying his face in the crook of his arm, "Please, I don't want you to feel trapped here, but please stay, I'll offer whatever I can, but Conall please stop leaving me alone here,"

"I..." he tried to swallow down the words before they could damn them both, but he was so much weaker than The Perfect Queen's blessing,

"Of course,"

#arlo being arlo #cannibalism cw #violence cw #gore cw #body horror cw #child death cw #paternal death cw #ask to tag i guess

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Kissed Under The Mistletoe (Yunho)

Genre: Fluff, holiday special

Warning(s): none

Words: 1049

A/N: 16) “I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, waiting to be kissed.” - Love Actually

Being dragged along by your outgoing boyfriend to a holiday party wasn’t the ideal way to spend the evening. Being dressed up in an itchy sweater that matched your energetic partners wasn’t the best either, but seeing him smiling and bright eyed as he talked to mutual friends or meeting someone new.

You were nearly the opposite of him. You were someone who preferred to stay home, you liked to stay in your bubble of close friends and be comfortable without standing out.

Your boyfriend, Yunho was - as some people tend to describe - very puppy-like. He liked to go on adventures and play different sports.

You had met on a blind date. At first you were surprised because the man before you was awkward, and had a little pink blush across his cheeks the entire dinner. He was nothing like what your mutual friend had described him as.

He later on, maybe on the third date once you had grown closer, he admitted to being nervous. He said he had never been on a blind date before, but he explained he had never been on any date until that day. His career kept him from really being able to socialize and meet people the way he would like too.

But you wouldn’t trade him for anything, it was your second Holiday season together and not long after your first anniversary.

When you arrived at the party and Yunho had taken you around to introduce you, you were left with your friend who was there. The two of you talked in the corner until you were interrupted by Yunho rejoining your conversation.

“Did you see the mistletoe,” your friend asked, stifling a laugh when you shot them a glare.

Yunho’s eyes widen, “where is it, I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, waiting to be kissed,” he said, sending a not so subtle wink your way.

A blush flared up your cheeks as you watched him walk away in search for the plastic mistletoe. Sure people may think you're an odd pair, that your polar opposite personalities don’t match or mix well, but to you he was perfect for you and nothing would change the way you felt about him.

Your friend looked at you with a knowing smile, before taking your drink from your hand nodding in the direction Yunho disappeared in. Rolling your eyes you went after him, searching for the tall man you excused your way through the groups of people until you made it to the kitchen area where the food and drinks were.

“Yunho, where did you go,” you asked yourself, turning around since the kitchen was a dead end.

Standing there you looked around for the mistletoe, looking at the ceiling and noticing the way the garland and lights softly added a hazy glow to the room. Lost in thought you didn’t notice Yunho make his way around the edge of the crowd and towards the kitchen.

“I found the mistletoe,” he said, startling you out of your thoughts, “I had to turn down a few people because you were taking so long.”

You noticed the slight pout on his lips, and smiled at him in apology. You felt bad but there were a lot of people and he was hard to find, although not sure how since his sweater was a bright red with shiny sequins and bobbles on it.

“I did look for you, we probably missed each other,” You said, taking his hand, “where’s the mistletoe?”

He grinned and quickly led you from the kitchen. He apologized as he pulled you through the crowd to a distant end of the room opposite the kitchen. It was between the tree and the hallway towards the bathrooms, the small plastic green and white mistletoe hung.

You always hated the idea of kissing in front of a whole bunch of people, you weren’t one for public displays of affection weddings made you uncomfortable; this holiday tradition was right below weddings.

As the holiday playlist played, you stood side by side watching people laugh and smile, some couples danced to the slower songs; just taking in the atmosphere, it felt warm and happy.

“You don’t have to kiss me here, it can wait until later,” Yunho mumbled, rubbing his thumb along the back of your palm.

Guilt settled into your heart, you know he didn’t intend to make you feel guilty. Yunho wasn’t necessarily one for public displays of affection either but he liked to show that you were together.

Thinking back to the sweet smiles he alway showed you, and the shy way he’ll give you small gifts even when there isn’t an occasion for one. You plucked up the courage to and turned towards Yunho, he looked at you in return.

“I want to give you one of your gifts now,” you said, he tilted his head and gave a confused look.

Looking remarkably like a puppy your heart fluttered, “close your eyes, please,” you asked of him.

He did as you requested and stood there, making sure his eyes were closed, you held on to him for stability and stretched up to press your lips to his cheek. His eyes flew open and a smile lit up his face.

“I was so confused, I was wondering where you could have possibly kept a gift all this time,” he stated, letting giggles slip from his lips at your blush.

You were flustered at his reaction, although it was a good one and one you had expected your heart was racing.

As you were basking in the moment a slow song came on, one that was that was without words but fit the moment well. You glanced over to Yunho and he was slightly swaying to the song, you took a leap of faith and pulled lightly on his hand.

“Would you like to dance,” you asked, moving from the wall.

He nodded and let you lead him away from the corner towards an open spot in the people dancing. You turned towards each other, the music wasn’t too loud to drown out the conversations around you, but it blended together with the murmured words to create a dream like vibe. You would have been a fool not to kiss Yunho under the mistletoe.

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