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quinloki · 9 months

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Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Eustass Kid Kink: #15 Bratty Reader Prompt: #20. "Kiss me like you missed me." Gift Giver: @swampstew

Summary: Eustass up and vanished for a whole day, and gave orders to keep you on the ship no matter what. Then he had the audacity to expect a warm welcome.

Content Notes: oral sex (reader receiving), of course he calls them mouse, vaginal sex, inappropriate use of a devil fruit >.>, cream pie, swearing, short but mighty - fluffy end

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Kid’s golden amber eyes were on you like a predator watching its prey. His head was between your thighs, and after a few teasing kisses against them, he was now buried in your cunt, eating you like a man starved.

It felt good.

It felt really good.

But you’d be damned if you were going to let him know how good it felt, or how much you missed him.

He’d been gone before you woke up, and came back so late you were truly dead to the world by the time he came to bed. The day had dragged without him around and no one on the ship seemed to know what had kept him. Only that Hip and Hop had explicit orders to keep you aboard. No exceptions.

When you’d woken up, wrapped in his arms, you’d wriggled yourself free with the intent of just being somewhere else when he woke up. Your movements, careful as they were, had been enough to wake him. After you’d refused to kiss him, and he’d refused to tell you what he was up to, you ended up here.

Kid was certain he could fix your bad attitude and had spent the last ten minutes kissing your body and stripping away your pajamas. You didn’t deny him, didn’t tell him to stop, but you refused to kiss him back until he told you what he was up to.

Damn him and his skills.

The first soft moan escapes you, and you can feel the grin on his face with his lips pressed against your pussy like they were. There was no winning for you now, and even if you didn’t want to give in, your body was done trying to protest.

Your legs trembled as he gripped your hips and twirled his pierced tongue against your clit. Your hands grabbed the sheets so roughly your knuckles were white, and a much louder moan was ripped from your throat as he sucked harshly on the bundle of nerves.

You could feel the familiar hum that followed his devil fruit power, and nearly swore as a smooth, round, long, and cold metal object began to rub your slit, just below his lips. It was a gift you had given him some time ago, a perfectly smooth glob of metal that you had happened upon after a particularly fierce battle.

It reminded you of a wish stone, aside from the fact that it wasn’t a stone, but for Eustass Kid it was a perfect one. You told him about wish stones, gave it to him and just left it at that. It had been a few months before either of you had admitted your feelings.

You were delighted to know he kept it on him all that time, but you couldn’t believe what he was getting ready to do with it.

“Is… is that my g-gift?” You didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want to give an inch, but you were too surprised by the revelation.

Eustass only looks at you, spreading your legs wide as he teases your clit with his teeth. Your body freezes, if you buck you could hurt yourself, but the hard, almost sharp sensation of his teeth against your throbbing clit was sending lightning through you.

The brute could be terrifyingly precise when he wanted, and you’re nearly whimpering as the metal wish stone pushes into your cunt. You can’t move, you can’t twitch, all you can do is accept every single drop of pleasure. The stone’s nothing compared to Kid, but it’s vibrating as it slides back and forth inside you while he pays careful attention to your clit.

The pleasure’s building, your toes are flexing, and you’re worried you’re going to leave holes in the sheets as you try not to move.

“Kid – Kid, please. Please. I ca-can’t take it!” You cry as the pleasure seems ready to overwhelm you. You need to move, you can’t stay perfectly still when you cum, you know you can’t, and you want to squirm and scream and cry for him on top of it.

Everything stops, except for a few heavy, lazy licks from Eustass against your shivering clit.

“You miss me, mouse?” He questions evenly, bright eyes regarding you from beneath hooded lids.

You almost cry, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Gonna show me how much you missed me?” He prompts, the wish stone slipping out of you and into Kid’s hand as he changes positions, caging himself over you.

You nod as thick arms hook your legs and push them open, Eustass Kid leaning down closer to you as his heavy cock presses against your clit. You reach out as he leans down closer, letting your hands disappear into his fiery red hair, pulling yourself up to meet him and kissing him.

The press of your lips together included the push of his throbbing cock into your pussy. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly as you gasped from the pleasure, Kid leaning into you and diving into the kiss as he thrusts deep inside you. He took you, devouring your cries and moans with relentless and aggressive kisses as his hips slapped into your thighs.

He was so precise. So exacting. Even at his most bruising, Kid took you to the limit he intended. Limits you weren’t even originally certain you could reach. Not just behind closed doors either.

“K-Kid!” You cry, your voice muffled by the continued kisses. His lipstick is a mess on his face, it’s a mess on yours, you’re sure. How late did he get back, that he didn’t even clean it off?

“Yeah, sweetheart?” The question falls from him in a grunt as he continues to pound into you.

“F-fuck, fill me up, please!” You beg, feeling yourself melt at the glint in his eyes as the devious grin slips along his face.

“Missed you too, mouse.” He grins before leaning down and kissing you again. His tongue pushing past your lips as he commands control of both of your mouths.

Your body tenses, shivering against the immovable will that his Eustass-goddamned-Kid as the pleasure within you crests. Your cry of pleasure breaks the kiss as you’re squirming uselessly under him. His lips find your neck instead, teeth and tongue leaving their mark and urging more desperate growls of pleasure from you as you orgasm against him.

A few heavy thrusts, a satisfied grunt that sinks into your neck, you can feel his pleasure already leaking down your body. He slumps against you, head resting against your chest, as you both just enjoy the quiet afterglow for a moment.

You wonder idly if he got any sleep at all last night, and what could he possibly have been up to? What the hell happened yesterday that would leave Kid docile and spent after a single round?

It would be some hours before you would know. The velvet wrapped custom wooden box was still perfectly wrapped in Kid’s coat. From the box to its contents, he had made everything, in a single day, at someone else’s workshop, because he didn’t want you to see anything.

Not until he was ready.

Check out the event - requests are accepted until 7/31/2023 EST

#birthday request event #one piece drabble #eustass kid #eustass x reader #x reader #reader insert #Raven my sweet sweet dear friend thank you thank you so much for this prompt.#Happy birthday to you dear friend ♥#I hope this is a good gift =D #writing gods forgive me I love writing Eustass Kid fics.

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digitalmidnight · 5 months

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The Mouse Prince

Tom and Jerry, Swan Princess Au

Once upon a time, there was a king named Merlin who ruled a large and mighty kingdom. And yet, he was sad. What once had been a large family had been dwindled down to two by the evil sorcerer Rutherford. Him and his baby cousin, Jerry.

On the baby’s first birthday, Kings and Queens came from all around to offer their gifts to Jerry. Among them was King Terrance and his chosen heir, Tom.

I completed a fic and so will be uploading it on an actual schedule this time! 8 chapters, 1 chapter for every Friday remaining this year. It will be around 20k words completed (more or less depending on any editing I do)

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So I rewatched Swan Princess and thought "Hey wait what if this instead" and it spiraled out of control into this fanfic. With Tom and Jerry of course.

There's technically no original characters in this! When the fic is completely posted, I'll make a list of the characters and where they came from. I did consider making the evil sorcerer to be the witch from Tom and Jerry and the Lost Dragon, but I didn't. Oh, well.

At first, I wanted to tag it as OOC. Now "out of character" is very hard for Tom and Jerry because, being honest here, I could probably justify almost every personality or relationship for them by cherry-picking episodes. I had to change Jerry in this fic from Odette's character to more based around himself in the 1992 movie. Tom, however, wasn't based on anything. If anything, I wrote him based on him from my detective fic, which does make him OOC. Then there's the fact they talk SO MUCH. Like, way too much for Tom and Jerry. Ultimately, I decided not to tag OOC because I could see them doing the actions at least.

So, to write this, I downloaded a transcript of the dialogue as a guide. However, I still had to create a vast majority of the dialogue. For starters, I changed character's personalities from their original characters, so there were several "HE WOULD NOT SAY THAT" moments I had to change. Then, there were several changed plot points, which meant I was making up a large portion of the ending's dialogue. For instance, Jerry is the one to come with the ideas, unlike Odette, who just kinda followed everyone else's lead. I had to make dialogue for when there was music, as this is not a musical fanfic. Then the small changes spiralled, and I had to make up almost every line of dialogue by the later chapters. This was overall pretty good practice for knowing where the plot goes, but needing to write the dialogue to get there.

This was cathartic as I fixed almost all of my personal plot issues with this movie from when I was a kid. Except for the fact I did remove every woman. Oops. I need to write a Tom and Jerry fic that passes the Bechdel Test one day.

I am working on the other 2 fics. About 5-6 chapters of this fic = 1 chapter of the other two. I haven't posted for practically a year! Oops!

#tom and jerry #tom x jerry #fanfic #Im sorry i swear i was working on the other fics too #this one was just so much faster because it's about 80% dialogue #and the plot was already practically written for me #and Im back in Tom and Jerry hyperfixation hell so they are fighting in my mind 24/7 #i wish i could schedule chapters on ao3 I set reminders on my phone but i fear I will forget #tom and jerry fic

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average-giant-kissing-enjoyer · 9 months

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G/t July #7: Thief

Amy struggled against the cords that bound her. This whole thing had to be a wild dream.

"You, tall maiden, are a thief!" squeaked Rimsleydale, king of the Bumblyruffins.

"I don't understand," Amy said, gazing out over the crowd of little mice men that had gathered in her backyard. "A thief of what? What did I steal?"

Rimsleydale bent down on one knee. It wasn't much of a change, seeing as he only stood up to her ankles at his full height. "You have stolen…" (and here he paused dramatically) "my heart."

"WHAT? No, let me out of these ropes!"

"Never! You have trespassed on our lands for much too long," said Rimsleydale. "But I was struck by your beauty, fair maiden, and my adoration of you convinced me to stay my hand."

Amy looked over her shoulder as if searching for some kind of hidden camera. Was this a prank? A very elaborate prank with high production values, if that. What were these things anyway? They walked and talked like humans but were a few inches tall and furry like mice.

"I have brought you a gift, a symbol of my love," Rimsleydale continued. "Axurelia! Fetch the gift!"

"Fetch the gift! Fetch the gift!" cried the rest of the Bumblyruffins as some of them dragged in the carcass of a raccoon.

"Oh my god what are you doing?" Amy said, trying to wiggle her way as far from the carrion as possible. "That's a dead raccoon! Are you nuts?"

"Perhaps," said Rimsleydale proudly. "I have slain this giant beast, for you!"

Amy coughed and tried to ignore the smell. "You definitely did not do that. I can see the tire tracks on its corpse."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw one of the Bumblyruffins turn to another and smack it upside the head. "I told you she'd notice that."

Rimsleydale looked genuinely crestfallen. "Beautiful and intelligent," he said. "I knew she was too good to be true. Next you'll tell me she knows how to cook."

"Like it's hard?" said Amy. "Just turn on the stove and put stuff in…" She trailed off as she saw some of the Bumblyruffins pulling out tiny pads and pencils to take notes.

"It is all the braver, then, to ask for the woman's hand," said Rimsleydale. "Do me the honor of being the wife of the king of the Bumblyruffins." He extended his little hand up towards her.

"Um, I'm tied up," Amy said. "And besides, I don't consent."

Rimsleydale looked confused. "You don't what?"

"I don't consent. I'm just not into… well, we just met. This is all moving way too quickly."

"Ah, then you wouldn't be interested in a parting gift?"

Amy shook her head.

"Forget the bird!" Rimsleydale called out somewhere behind him. Just then Amy noticed the dead pigeon being dragged her way.

"But your majesty," protested the little mouse man pulling the corpse by the talon. "Your majesty, we worked really really hard to get this one. You owe us a lot of overtime."

The king paid him no mind. "Alas, for a woman of such caliber, we will need to find a better token of my love. Very well, release the girl."

Amy felt the ropes holding her fall away. "Thank you," she muttered darkly. "Weirdos."

"But mark my words," the little king continued, "I, Rimsleydale, ruler of the mighty Bumblyruffins, will return to win the love of the fair maiden…"

"Amy."

"Amy. The fair maiden Amy has stolen my heart and I vow to be the kind of man to earn her affection. Until we meet again. Huzzah!" He snapped his fingers and the Bumblyruffins all scattered into the bushes at the edge of her backyard.

All except one - the one dragging the pigeon. He craned his neck to look up at her. "I'm not dragging this thing all the way back home. You have to take it."

"Ok," Amy said.

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #agke microfic #sfw gt #g/t july

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dapper-comedy · 5 months

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“Once upon a time, there were the wolves, and the hunters. Now, the wolves, as you well know, are of the most esteemed nobles and founders of Midsummer Meadows, and we should be so thankful! But back then, they were not quite as fortunate.”

“Well, you mentioned hunters, so I would imagine so.”

The old, weathered hare turned a glare towards Adelaide, and the mouse instantly retreated to her little notepad, pencil scribbling as if something else took her attention completely. The house sounded with rain lightly pattering the roof, wind rudely tapping against the windows; and yet the crackle of the fireplace promised warmth and safety as old hare Liesel let out a quiet harrumph, sinking herself back into her worn red chair.

“If you were half as patient as you were sharp, you’d have gotten the whole story by now, miserable urchin.” She muttered, her paws folding across her stomach, feet extending towards the fire. Adelaide was quite warm enough, her cup of tea (poured out of an obligatory hospitality) already lukewarm now, and untouched, but perhaps a chill in one’s bones came with old age.

“So... the wolves and the hunters?” The mouse prompted. Liesel made a nasty sound, waving a dismissive paw.

“Yes, yes. The wolves and the hunters. It was miserable times, then. The wolves were mighty, but the hunters outnumbered them. For years upon years, they hunted the wolves, slaughtering them, chopping their heads off, until they kenneled the wolves into a pen. Released like toys, every winter to run, and they would hunt them again. A cruel, vicious cycle.”

Liesel stared into the crackling and popping flames, eyes half-lidded and for a moment, Adelaide was fearful she would fall asleep. But the hare continued.

“It was years of slaughter. Years of hunters playing games, laughing, tossing the bodies of their prey outside the pens, while flinging their heads inside to frighten the new pups that would be born. Until enough was enough. The head of the most esteemed family here, Lord Octavius Levisay, was gifted a dream-”

“A dream?” Adelaide interrupted, leaning forward in her seat eagerly. Her eyes had that glimmer to them, and her whiskers twitched in excitement, “From who?”

“Well, little urchin, if you waited, you might find out!” Liesel snapped. The mouse let out a huff of exasperation, settling down as the old woman cleared her throat.

“As I said, Octavius Levisay was gifted a dream, from Pan himself- You heard me!” She interrupted herself, as if anticipating Adelaide’s next words, and true enough, the mouse was near trembling with emotion. “From Pan himself. He was instructed to take the bodies of the previous prey thrown, and pluck them of their fur. From that, they would craft scarves, imbued with the magic of Pan, that would allow them to tie their heads to their necks. Then, once these scarves were crafted, and held their heads to their necks, on the first night of winter, when they would be released for the hunters to ready themselves in the morning, they would hide their scarves among the bodies in the pen, and run. When they would be hunted, as they would be, their heads thrown into the pen, they would take their scarves, tying their heads to their necks, and run once more- for good. Octavius did not say where, but if it was word from Pan, then it was a blessing they would not refuse.”

“And so, they crafted their scarves, fur glistening with magic of Pan, and the love of their lost ones, and on the first night of winter, they hide their scarves among the decapitated bodies. They were hunted, one by one, their heads chopped, and thrown into the pens. Until they were all found and the hunters ended their hunt early, for there was a blizzard approaching. But this did not stop the wolves.”

Liesel let out a sigh, her lungs whistling like a moth-eaten pipe, and her shoulders hunched up higher, her twitching nose buried in the scarf she wore indoors.

“Taking their scarves and wrapping them around their necks, they escaped into the night. Their fresh blood stained the scarves scarlet, but did not drip. Octavius led the pack, of course, but it was not an easy journey. Even a trip or fall would cause a wolf to stumble, their head tumbling from their neck, which made them realize something. Pan had not promised the longevity of the magic- gods can be fickle like that.” The hare leaned up from her chair, spitting into the fire, earning a faint sizzle, but nothing else.

“Once their heads fell from their necks, that was it. The magic of the scarves would not bring them back. Many were lost in that blizzard, staining the snow, only to be covered by it once more by the merciless winds. But they continued. Octavius was determined to find a home and safety for his family, and for all beasts and creatures.”

There was a silence, Liesel staring into the fire, and Adelaide looked up from her notepad at last, noting the pregnant pause. This time, she made no prompt or push to continue, letting the silence settle, and making the most of the tea she’d been offered (making a face when she found it now cold).

“The Levisay descendants of today don’t know how exactly they found it. There are many different versions of that part. Some say that on the first day of spring, when the blizzard cleared, crocus sprouted into a path, and led them here. Others say that they stumbled onto a river of ice, it broke, and drifted them to the Meadows. No one really knows. But they found it. Home. Midsummer Meadows. Of course, they named it different back then- the Equinox Fields, being spring and all. They changed it once they found the wall and the Beings behind it.”

Adelaide cleared her throat, as if asking permission to finally speak, and though Liesel seemed displeased, she waved a paw and thus it was given.

“Could you explain why the Levisay family still wear red scarf-like accessories today? Is it to honor their ancestors and Octavius, or-?

At this, the hare’s eyes gleamed, and a wicked grin crossed her features as she leaned forward in her slumped position (Adelaide was near convinced she’d slide off, relieved the hare was moving up). Her voice lowered, and so the mouse leaned closer, nose twitching at the smell of cabbage and sharp peppermint.

“You didn’t hear it from me,” Liesel whispered, her voice rushed in excitement, “Some call it a curse, others call it a consequence. It’s said that each Levisay born was born with their heads detached. They claim it’s tradition, but my great grandmother worked for them years ago, so I know! I know! It’s unclear why! Whether it be the fickleness of gods, the consequence of dodging death, or the residue of magic in their blood from their scarves... No one knows. But why else do those wolves remain clear of hazards, and keep their scarves and shawls, and dainty little handkerchiefs tied so tightly?”

Adelaide lowered her notepad to her lap, astonished. For a moment, she joined Liesel as they both stared into the fireplace. The history of Midsummer Meadows weighed heavy in her mind, questions occasionally springing up, but none spilling from her lips. Absent-mindedly she sipped at the cold tea, until, as she opened her mouth to speak-

Liesel made another nasty noise, waving her paw once more, as if waving Adelaid away. The mouse blinked blankly, baffled as to what the old hare could want, until her ears twitched- the sound of rain and wind no longer there. The only sound the house cradled was the crackle of the fireplace.

“Well.” Adelaid spoke, her word carrying some finality in it.

Liesel did not move or speak.

“Thank you, Miss Liesel, for the history lesson.” Adelaide tried again. The hare continued to stare into the fire.

Hopping off her chair, she folded her notepad, and slipped it inside her satchel, before clearing her voice and nodding a farewell, though whether Liesel saw it or not, it was unclear.

The mouse exited the cottage, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

The sun shone down once more on Midsummer Meadows.

#idk what to tag this lol #midsummer meadows #its my fun lil world that i think about thats like the wind in the willows #except its animals who practice magic in secret and there's a big wall far off where mist and giant beings walk #and adelaid is the main character along with her roommate lucy who is a crow... magpie?? i dont remember

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mrscorpio · 8 months

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Another MR. SCORPIO'S HOUSE FIRE is UP!

Mixcloud: http://bit.ly/Mixcloud306

D/L: http://bit.ly/DL-HF306

Shows: http://bit.ly/ScorpioPodcasts

Featuring:

Name/Artist/Album

Party People (Extended Mix)/CASSIMM, Gene Farris/Party People

Drippn' (Karizma Baltimore Drip)/Mr. Flip/Drippn'

Acid Groove (Extended) /Zurra/Acid Groove

Professional Widow (Armand's Star Trunk Funk Mix)/Tori Amos/A Tori Amos Collection: Tales of a Librarian

Ruleta (The Real Deep Bossa Mix)/The Sandbust Orchestra/Ruleta

Suncastles (Original Mix)/Libellula/Suncastles

Afraid To Feel (Extended) /Lf System/Afraid To Feel

Better Off Alone (Extended Mix)/Marlon Sadler/ Sam Supplier/Better Off Alone

Let Me Show You (Extended Mix)/AKA AKA, Artenvielfalt/Let Me Show You

Alegria (Extended Mix)/Dave Winnel/Alegria

Freak Me (Extended Mix)/Adapter/Freak Me

Overture (Edit)/Tibi Dabo/Overture

Mighty (Untouchable)/Blu, MED & Bane Capital/Good Fortune

Tsunami (Intro) (Prod. By Jamil Honesty)/Substance810/Makin Waves 2: The Tsunami

ComeOnHomeSoul!!!/9th Wonder/Zion IX

Lost Forever/Travis Scott/Utopia

Memba/Mustafa Shakir/A Harlem Boi Biopic

P.O (Patent Ocean)/ONENESS & Freemanz Production/Unity

W.E.B./Count Bass D/Walter Dwight

Locked Up/Jemini The Gifted One & Danger Mouse/Born Again

C.A.U.T.I.O.N/Nyck Caution/Nyckstape

Cold Sphere/Da Flyy Hooligan & Kong The Artisan/F.O.M.A. (Fundamentals Of Musical Art)

Marionette Flex (Feat. Nolan & Fly Anakin)/Denmark Vessey/Omakase

Don't Panic feat. Defcee, ZeroStar, SolarFive & Ace Cannons/Zilla Rocca & Jason Griff/Stacking Chips

Spiderman/Giggs/Zero Tolerance

The Speed of Power/Raw Poetic. Feat. Damu the Fudgemunk/Away Back In

Born Sinner/J. Cole/Born Sinner (Deluxe Edition)

hold me down (feat. Jimetta Rose & Voices of Creation)/Noname/Sundial

Vibe 56/Marques Murrey/Chai Tea Vibes LoFi/ Vol. 6

Painted Houses feat. Conway the Machine/Smoke DZA & Flying Lotus/Flying Objects

Show & Tell (feat. Freddie Gibbs)/Mick Jenkins/The Patience

RUNAWAY/Touch Sensitive/Ta-ku, Rini/Songs To Come Home To

Time To Go/A.M. Breakups/REDIVIDER

It's On/Kaidi Tatham/The Only Way

#mixcloud #mrscorpio's house fire #podcast #invader.fm #electronica/house/hip-hop/beats

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chaosworthy · 1 year

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↳ @familylightfox asked: "Fafo... Get back here with that!" Harmony chased after the large kitten in the lobby, who made a beeline for the young hybrid playing on the floor. He had something in his mouth that he happily dropped next to her before rubbing up all around her and grooming her hair and ears.

The item in question, a very terrified, very much alive mouse who was completely frozen in fear before Harmony scooped it up with a look of apology.

"Sorry, Unca Arrow... He got int' Blep's enclosure when I wasn't lookin'..."

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{➹} – IT WASN’T UNUSUAL to find the couple at the Inn, or in the lobby for that matter, on certain days of the week. It may have seemed weird for a pair who lived in the middle of almost nowhere, but sometimes getting away was exactly what they needed. Both for their own sake of mind, and their muse. Music was their passion, after all, and they had never stopped indulging in it.

Sometimes all it took was being around friendly faces, the laughs and smiles that came with them all, to inspire them. And, of course, Lyra was far too happy there on the floor, either munching away on the treats the villagers snuck her or crawling between tables and chairs to her heart’s content. Occasionally the little hybrid would find her way back to her parents, smiling and talking in her own brand of gibberish.

But she and her parents froze at the all too familiar voice that accompanied a sudden flurry of movement through the room, though the latter weren’t too surprised to see the large feline trotting towards them. Lyra, however, was quite surprised to see the ‘gift’ Fafo had brought and the next sound from the infant wasn’t exactly a pleased one. In an instant she was in her mother’s arms, face buried while the mongoose consoled her. Though it wouldn’t take much to see the adults weren’t actually upset, something Arrow made clear as he offered a small smile.

“’S alright, ‘s not the first time she’s seen some panicked critter in front of her, unfortunately...”

As if on cue, a certain hawk only unfurled her wings from her perch up high. Looking mighty proud.

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tobebrutal · 2 years

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@afurydefiant from here.

this was miserable. the moment he spoke, hawke opened her mouth to argue and by the grace of andraste herself, thought better of it. tensions were already high with the group — anders and fenris were at each other’s throat. isabela and aveline were giving each other hell just a few yards behind them. the last thing she needed was to play a verbal cat and mouse game with the one person in the world who knew how to get right under her skin.

“ fine. fine. but i swear — if mom finds out and screams my ear off about how we’re going together, i’m going to play the xylophone with your ribcage. ” empty threat, hawke didn’t even have the energy to truly be annoyed with him. by this point, she was just exhausted. “ although i’m not sure why you would want to be stuck with me in the deep roads for maker knows how long. but if it so pleases you... fine. we’ll go together. maybe this is the sibling bonding we’ve always needed.”

marian’s arguments have long since met the steel of his raised jaw. what growing up in her dust has gifted him. the clench so tight and his teeth in a gnash that’d have him barking loud enough for their mother to hear, all the way across the city. what would make the bickering and sneering of their cohorts seem juvenile at best and downright friendly by comparison. that he’d taken to lording his height over her of late didn’t help, either. a small victory, for carver, was one that moved mountains.

“ which is why we’re not going to bother telling her, sister, ” it groans out the obvious, bright eyes in a roll while shoulders slacken out from their broadness and leave him, somewhat triumphant, but lacking the bluster of a man who’s gotten his way. and that is what he’s gotten.. for what little it was worth.

she’d understand, eventually.

“ this has nothing to do with what i want. ” it isn’t snapped, but the bite lingers with every word. chips away at them to form an image of desperation and remind her that, in spite of what the whole of kirkwall chants, she’d not gotten this far on her own. not solely for the borrowed might of companions who kept an earnest distance from his grousing.. his sword had been at her side long before they’d come along. “ if you do not allow this of me, what purpose does my staying here serve ? i cannot sit idly by in your mighty shadow forever. this isn’t about mother and it’s certainly not about you, marian. ”

#afurydefiant #playsoldier #i. playsoldier & afurydefiant #queued

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snapdragons-sunshine · 4 months

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Twins.

I wrote a little thing for the Vinter twins' birthday. Didn't really know where I was going with this, but I think it gives some insight into their relationship that I didn't think of before. Never really tried to write from Conor's POV before so I was kinda nervous.

Conor was hiding.

Mother wanted to invite Lord Ladon over for a feast to celebrate the advent of Myffa, and Lord Ladon was a great monster who always gifted Conor toe-bones and smelled of sour blood, so Conor resolved to hide until he was gone.

He was a master at hiding - Father always told him so when they went hunting together, and Father was always right, because Father could kill a full grown hillbear unarmed.

Jasper was not a master of hiding. In fact, Conor doubted he was even trying to hide at all.

“This cabinet is so small.” Jasper rolled onto his back and kicked at the roof of the cabinet with his bare feet. “How does Mama fit all her coats in here? I barely fit in here!”

Jasper had been a curse on Conor’s existence ever since he was born. For some reason, the Great Snow Dragon of the Sky had chosen to give Conor a twin brother, and no matter how many times Conor had asked Grandmother he was always told that the Great Snow Dragon did not accept returns. “You’ll have to make do with your brother,” Grandmother had said. The gentle fall of snow around her quickened into a flurry. “I had to make do with mine.”

Conor still didn’t known what to do with that information. He doubted Grandmother could possibly have had it any worse than he did.

“Conor!” Jasper was still laying on his back, kicking the top of the cabinet, but now his head was turned to the side, his colourless eyes shining in the half-light. “Look what I caught!”

Conor looked. He made a face. “Put that mouse down, Jasper. It’s diseased.”

“You say I’m diseased, too, so me and Mousey will be friends!” Jasper hugged the squirming mouse, and then sat up so suddenly he nearly smacked his head on the top of the cabinet. “Why’re we hiding, anyway?”

“Lord Ladon.”

The mouse bit Jasper’s finger and escaped. Jasper didn’t notice. “Lord Ladon’s such a nice dragon! He always smells of blood and he brings me toe-bones to play with!”

Conor shuddered. “I don’t like blood or toe-bones.”

“But Mama and Grandmama want us to play with blood and bones. Grandmama wants us to be like her. She’s so happy because you’re just like her. With sparkles and snowflake magic!” Jasper giggled and threw the terrified mouse in the air. He caught it. “I wish I had magic like that.”

“No, you don’t.” Conor’s hands balled into fists. “I don’t.”

Lord Ladon and Mother and Grandmother were only ever happy with him when he used his magic. Conor didn’t want his magic, any more than he wanted to live in an ice castle deep in the Nix Mountains, surrounded by the bones of human messengers sent to talk with Grandmother. “I want to play with dolls and other children. The village children sound like they have so much fun. I want to have fun like that. I don’t want to meet Lord Ladon, because he scares me.”

“Village children hit me and bite me.” Jasper put the mouse in his mouth. Making a face, he pulled it out by the tail. “Yuck. Mice taste worse than rats.”

Conor was barely listening. He’d just have a great idea. It was such a great idea, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of it sooner. He was a mighty genius, just like Grandmother always told him. “What if I gave you my magic?”

Jasper answered his eagerness with confusion. “Huh?”

“It’s a great idea! You take my magic, and you can play with Lord Ladon and Mother and Grandmother; and since I’m a dunce like you, Father sends me to school and I can play in the village with other children!”

He was practically vibrating with excitement. “It’s a sudden idea, but I think it can work. We just need Grandmother’s spell book!”

Silence greeted his masterful pronouncement. Confused, Conor looked at Jasper. His twin was staring at the mouse, lying still on the ground. Jasper’s face looked like Father’s did when he returned from trading trips to Skanlad, right before he took a bottle and retreated into his room for hours on end. It was a look Conor hadn’t seen on his brother before.

“Jasper?”

Was his brother not in agreement? It didn’t make sense - Conor’s plan was perfect. Jasper couldn’t not be in agreement. It was simple: Jasper wanted Mother and Grandmother’s approval, and Conor didn’t. Swapping places was the only reasonable answer.

Jasper nudged the mouse with his foot. It sprang to life and bolted for a crack in the cabinet door. “Yes. All right. Let’s do it.”

The world was righted again.

“All right.” Conor grabbed Jasper’s wrists and pushed him toward the cabinet door. “Now, go out there and play with Lord Ladon for me. I have plans to do!”

#my writing #zehm tag #conor vinter #jasper vinter #i should probably tw tag this yeah #blood mention #death mention #animal abuse mention #because of the mouse #honestly conor was more fun to write that i thought #jasper too #i love my boys

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Whats new on Disney Canada in November 2022

Disney has announced all of the movies and TV shows hitting its Disney+ service in Canada in November. Highlights include the Tim Allen-led The Santa Clauses, Disenchanted starring Amy Adams and the eponymous sequel series to George Lucas’ Willow. See below for the full list: November 1st God Forbid: The Scandal That Brought Down a Dynasty November 2nd Donna Hay Christmas (Season 1 premiere) Future Man (Seasons 1-3) Rescue Me (Seasons 1-6) World of Flavor with Big Moe Mason (Season 1 premiere) November 3rd Marvel Studios Assembled: The Making of She-Hulk: Attorney at Law (premiere) November 4th The Gift (premiere) Marvel Studios Legends (new episodes focused on Black Panther) November 9th Mickey Mouse Funhouse (Season 1 premiere) Revenge of Others (Season 1, two-episode premiere) Save Our Squad with David Beckham (premiere) The Stolen Cup (Robo Mundial) Season 1 Premiere (all episodes) Zootopia+ (Season 1 premiere) November 11th November 16th Ben Gri Season 1 (two-episode premiere) Limitless with Chris Hemsworth Primal Survivor: Mighty Mekong (Season 1 premiere) The Santa Clauses (Season 1 premiere) Ultra Violet & Black Scorpion (Season 1 premiere) November 17th November 18th Best in Snow (Premiere) Breakaway Disenchanted (premiere) ESPN Films Presents: 144 June 17th, 1994 Marion Jones: Press Pause Mickey and the Roadster Racers: Diggity-Dog (Season 1 premiere) Mickey Mousekersize (Season 1 premiere) Mickey: The Story of a Mouse (premiere) Once Brothers Straight Outta L.A. The Two Escobars Unguarded Winning Time: Reggie Miller vs. The New York Knicks The Wonderful Autumn of Mickey Mouse (premiere) You Don’t Know Bo November 20th Elton John Live: Farewell from Dodger Stadium November 22nd November 23rd Arranged (Season 1) Best in Bridal (Season 1) Big Bet (Season 1) Born This Way (Season 1) Bride & Prejudice (Season 1) Celebrity Ghost Stories (Seasons 5-6) Daddies on Request (Papas Por Encargo) (Season 1 premiere) Evil Genius (Season 1) The First 48 (Seasons 13-14) Kocktails With Khloe (Season 1) Limbo (Season 1 Premiere) My Ghost Story (Season 1) Revenge of Others I Want a Baby November 25th The Hip Hop Nutcracker (premiere) November 30th El Club De Los Graves (Season 1 premiere) For Life (Seasons 1-2) In Canada, a Disney+ subscription costs $11.99/month or $119.99/year. Find out what came to Disney+ Canada in October here. Image credit: Disney Originally published at San Jose News HQ

#San Jose News HQ

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My friend Heather's cat is a Mighty Hunter! ;)

#cats #hunting #success #mouse #look mom!#a gift!#good boy #mighty hunter #pets #friends

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Chrome’s shadowgast fic rec list, vol 1

Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of my own obsession with wizards. I might make another one of these eventually if y’all keep churning out absolute bangers, but in the meantime, here is a list of my top Shadowgast fic recs.

One rule here: I’m limiting this to one fic per author--but many people on this list have a broader oeuvre you should definitely check out.

Your disclaimer: this is not a full literature review, but rather my personal favorites. Caveat lector!

* = fic is rated M or E

sleeping in the shadow of an other self by nonwal | @nonwal

Essek has a moment to consider that gravity-based trust exercises have never worked for him, and then the spell hits. He leans back into it, falls, falls.

(In which Essek is resurrected by the Mighty Nein and framed for innocence.)

Okay, listen. If you haven’t read it yet, you’re missing out. There’s a reason it’s at the top of the list. 30k of absolutely phenomenal characterization of not only Shadowgast but all the M9 and the coolest plot to ever plot. Not only a fantastic first read, but a phenomenal re-read as well.

multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance by mousecookie | @ariadne-mouse

Caleb takes a step forward and stumbles. As he catches himself he realizes something very odd. His hands are shadowy and translucent. His whole body is a shadow, in fact. If he holds his palm up to the sky, he can see the stars twinkling faintly through it.

Sharp talons of panic dig into his chest. He feels solid - if he grabs his own wrist, he has mass, but it is wrong. Everything is wrong. What is happening?

Prepare Fireball, commands a voice in his head.

The voice is familiar.

It takes him a moment to realize it’s familiar because it’s his.

An absolutely fabulous pre-relationship fic, written before the end of the show but you wouldn’t know it from how perfectly it nails the dynamic. Ariadne has written a ton of other fabulous Shadowgast fics and I encourage you to read them all--I’m just limiting this list to one fic per author to try and cover more ground.

Great Minds by bluebirdsongs

Essek uses more high-level dunamancy in battle, and Caleb tries to reverse-engineer it when he can't sleep. AKA What if we were both wizards and I cast Tether Essence on us to save your life?

This is a gorgeous fic, both for how it handles Caleb and Essek’s conversation--with profound deftness--and for the treatment of magic-as-math. A beautiful exploration of both dunamancy and Caleb and Essek.

to make a cradle of your palm* by renquise

Essek offers Caleb his spellbook, open to the page of a new spell.

As Caleb suspected, his adaptation of Essek's gravity spell was different in its conception, for all that the result was the same. The architecture of this similar spell speaks of a different thought process, a different set of basic assumptions. It is beautifully engineered, efficient in its use of components and energy: a simple spell requiring only a length of silk thread and yet capable of reaching over a great distance and causing great damage, if applied with intent to harm.

“If you would like, you can, ah. You may—" Essek gestures at his own throat, a quick, inelegant spread of fingers. "Test the application of pressure that the spell exerts."

It takes Caleb a moment to register what Essek is proposing. He is a delicate speaker, as always.

Oh man, this one just goes for the jugular (ha) in the most perfect way. The prose here, like everything renquise writes, is absolutely masterful, and the tension between Caleb and Essek is exquisitely rendered.

fist-fighting with fire just to get close to you by kaeda | @the-kaedageist

Caleb caught Essek’s eye across the dome, and Essek returned his small smile. “It would seem that it is trickier than expected to keep things on a…private channel,” Essek thought at him.

“Unfortunately,” Caleb replied.

“Unfortunately for all of us,” Fjord interjected.

(Spoilers for campaign 2, episode 138)

Kate has a fabulous gift for getting the Mighty Nein’s voices exactly right, and this fic is no exception. This takes the hive mind/telepathy of the eyes to its hilarious, heart-warming, logical conclusion and it’s an absolute joy to read.

(perhaps i may) elaborate by demonstration* by marsastronomica | @marsastronomica

After the second fight, they rest again. There’s still time left in the day, and they may as well push as far as they can. Essek and Caleb find time between action to talk. And negotiate.

This one is an absolute banger. The flirting! The tension! The incredible intense game of chicken that Essek and Caleb are playing this whole fic...it’s amazing, you can hear the dialogue in their voices, this is another one that I read and then had to tell everyone about. And now I’m telling you about. Go read it, it kicks ass.

I’ve been lost before (and I’m lost again, I guess)* by toneofjoy

Caleb has plans to take down his old coaches. Essek has secrets. They climb rocks, make new friends, explore professional boundaries, learn about consequences, and maybe even fall in love. It’s the Shadowgast climbing AU.

AUs can be a tough sell for me, but this one’s not. Half the joy in this is the fabulously vivid world that is built by the author who absolutely knows the ins and outs of competitive climbing and expertly shares it with the reader. The other half is the beautiful growing relationship between Caleb and Essek, which is a consistent joy to read. It’s still a WIP, but I promise it’s worth reading along.

the other things that make us* by saturday_sky | @saturdaysky

Essek returns, when he can, to the sanctuary of Caleb's home. The peace of it is a balm against the tedious peril of the road, which has more misery to share than Essek had ever thought. It's nice to have a place where he can lose himself: in a book, in arcane study, in the confusing allure of Caleb's smile.

It's nice. And the cats miss him, Caleb says.

[First chapter is a complete story. Second chapter will be a follow-up epilogue to it.]

This one hurts in the best possible way. I can’t highlight my favorite bits without giving it away, but the emotional beats of this absolutely beautiful post-canon fic are top-notch and the reveal of information is perfectly executed.

darkness to me is only water to the sea by treeviality

Essek knows how his story ends. There is a place in Rexxentrum where executions are carried out, wooden steps leading up to a wooden platform. There hangs a noose, swaying lightly in northern wind, while polished cobblestones shine bright in golden light.

There will be birds, Essek imagines, and when the lever is pulled and gravity takes hold of him one last time, he hopes they take flight.

This now-AU take on Essek being arrested is lyrical and beautiful and the author has a tremendous grasp of language and also how to rip your heart straight out of your chest and then gently replace it.

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And, if you’re still looking for fic, I have a few, but one of my favorites is:

we never do go over (we always gotta go through) by Chrome

In the last fight with the Tombtakers, Essek Thelyss bends reality to keep them all alive and pays the price. As he copes with the aftereffects of his own magic and the party takes the long journey back to the surface, Essek and Caleb finally confront what they are to each other.

or,

Five times Essek woke up with level(s) of exhaustion and one time he didn't.

#shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #critical role #cr fic #cr fic recs #fic recs #fic rec #cr

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🔪Serial Killer Beelzebub and Belphegor🔪 as yanderes with an investigator GN- Reader

News of Killings

The headlines of newspapers and news broadcasts were going wild with the new streams of killings. Each of them is precise and left without any witnesses. The victim was put to sleep and then paralyzed by some sort of gas released into the places. Then when they passed out, their blood would be drained completely, not a drop left.

People all around would discuss it, talking about their theories and warning people to keep their windows and doors locked up tight. It was affecting everyone’s daily life. You really had your work cut out for yourself.

You started pouring yourself into the investigation, pouring over collected evidence, and you were pulled to a new crime scene every night. The smell of the gas was terrible and other cops on sight offered you gas masks at every turn. No matter what, there’s no motive you can find.

But you are able to find footsteps in one of the cases, finding out there is a duo, not just one. It gets more and more complicated as you go, but you slowly start to peel apart the layers.

Hunting you

Soon after you start narrowing down possible suspects, the latest crime scene has a letter addressed to you in ransom note style, with different letters cut out of magazines and newspapers addressing you fondly, loving the game of cat and mouse you're playing and seeming happy you’re investigating them over everyone else. The squad working with you scans it and does every trick in the book only to find nothing.

They offer you more home protection since they start leaving love notes at every crime scene. Leaving you gifts of flowers, your favorite CD’s, even small chocolates. They keep talking about how excited they are for you to try and catch them.

They then start leaving treats on your windowsill. Flowers at your doorstep. They start getting more into your personal life and finding out more about you.

One day, as you're staying up late pouring over the evidence, one of the cops you’ve been on the case with brings you a coffee. You’ve always felt safe around him; he seemed kind, and with his large stature you felt protected. He smiles at you and offers you some snacks, telling you that all these late nights must be getting to you. He comments that he got you your favorites. But your heart sinks since you just found out about this treat two nights ago and you hadn’t told anyone about this one.

You see him frown sadly and he just mutters, "Oh, I messed up huh?" Trying to respond calmly, he’s pretty gentle but insistent that you need to come with him. He’ll tie you up and gag you so you can’t make any noise. Fight or panic, he’ll simply knock you out with one mighty swing while apologizing.

Kidnapping you

You wake up bound to a cushioned chair and see someone different staring at you. His blue hair has white tips and tired looking eyes. He’s smiling down at you and playing with your bindings. You can see the cop who brought you here sitting not too far away, chugging something. Both crowd you and introduce themselves as the killers you were after. Beelzebub and Belphegor. They admired your dedication to your work and how you got closer than anyone had. They both admit that they’ve fallen in love with you and want to be one big happy family with you.

Trying to deny them, Belphegor grabs your chin and stares down at you with a blank stare, telling you that you don't have a choice. Just accept their love. Accepting it leaves them both shocked, but they look thrilled. They smile at each other with squinted eyes and a toothy smile.

They leave you tied up still. They bind you to a wheelchair so it's easier to move through their house. They feed you meals that Beelzebub whips together, eating meals at the dinner table with you. They play games with you, and they even try to learn new hobbies with you. It's a sickening mock of a family. They even keep calling you their sweet little spouse. Even if you protest, they stare at you blankly and say, "You are our spouse." Stop saying silly things like that. "

When you ask them why they kill, they both smile, like you asked them about their favorite hobby. They explain that Beelzebub has an insatiable need to drink blood. He craves it and goes wild without it. Belphegor likes to watch people sleep and slowly wither away from Beelzebub drinking from them. They call it a family bonding activity. They tell you they'll be happy to include you when you're properly trained.

#obey me #Obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #yandere beelzebub #yandere belphegor

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My gift for a secret santa I participated in!

Summary: Blitzo gets hurt on a job on the night of a full moon, and figures he can just push through it. Stolas has other ideas.

Rating: T

Warnings: Injury, brief IMP-related gore, nonsexual nudity.

Wordcount: 5640

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It was muddy. By now, Blitzo was pretty damn used to any sort of Earth environment- he even quite liked rain, as it was genuinely refreshing and he could see through it a lot better than targets could from how much fun cat-and-mouse games became. Nothing like getting two feet behind someone and seeing their horrified reaction as they realized they were screwed before getting to plug holes in their face.

Still, mud thick enough to make lifting his feet a chore and sticking his heels in every time he tried? Yeah, that sucked no matter how many times you’ve dealt with it, and he mostly wanted the job to be over so he could get home and wash up before tonight’s meeting with Stolas. (The guy might be into him walking in all dirty and rugged in, like, a lumberjack-flannel top, but he didn’t want to push it on those fancy sheets.) Blitzo sucked in a breath as the mud made another squelching ‘shllllk’ noise, his foot nearly coming out of the boot again. The target lived on the edge of swamp, and it must have rained just before they got there, because finding them in the mess of thick trees that they knew far better than any of IMP on top of the muck was becoming a massive chore.

“C’more, kitty kitty kitty…” Blitzo clicked his tongue. “I’ll even make it fast if you stop being a pussy-footed little bitch and face your death with some dignity, the last guy got offed when he was on the shitter and it smelled like- well, you can guess.”

A faint ‘fuck off!’ echoed from somewhere to the right, and he let off a warning shot in that direction, getting a yelp that curled his mouth up into a slight grin.

“You two, fan out. Moxx, ahead and right, Millie, towards that one tree that kinda looks like a wizard’s dick. I’ll go straight right. One of us is bound to find her.”

The couple nodded, following their directions as Blitzo’s toes curled underneath the leather, trying to be a lot more stealthy than was reasonably possible in this muck. There was water dripping from the trees and animals skittering on the branches, but he could hear breathing, breathing that sounded too loud to be from anything but a human- particularly one that had just gotten a hell of a cardio workout. He grinned, taking one more step-

And promptly tripped over a protruding root and slammed into the ground, sinking full inches into the mud as pain shot up his leg. He shoved himself up by his hands, spitting and cussing, just in time to see Millie give a mighty swing and separate the target’s head from their body with a joyful whoop.

Well, that was one problem solved.

Unfortunately, not only was he filthy, which was a somewhat easily-solvable state, his leg nearly collapsed under him when he managed to get back up on it, which was… slightly bigger of a problem.

“Shit, Blitz, you okay?” Millie offered a hand when he stumbled against a tree, sweat dripping down the side of his face as he tried to scrub some of the mossy mud off his perfect mug.

“Fine, just… fuck, think I twisted my ankle or something.”

“I’ll text Loona to open the portal back up,” she said as Moxxie’s head popped into view between a fork in the tree.

“You got her?”

Millie nodded. “I got her. Blitz’s foot got messed up, though.”

“Don’t-” He grimaced. “Don’t worry about me, just need some ice and it’ll be fine.”

(The throbbing in his ankle disagreed, but he ignored it.)

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Ice did not make it fine. Okay, it helped a little, but not nearly as much as he would have liked, as the swelling had gone down but it still hurt like a bitch to put any significant amount of weight on, and from the text Stolas had sent earlier about coming with a whistle and sweatpants, they were going to do some kind of sports coach thing, which would… probably necessitate walking around instead of just having the guy bounce on his dick once he got on the bed. Fuck. Well, he’d find a way to lessen the pain and ride through it, the same way he did everything. What else was he supposed to do, call up Stolas and say he had a little boo-boo and could they please cancel the one reason they even could do their jobs to begin with? Yeah, he wasn’t having that conversation.

An hour later, (and after awkwardly jamming his injured foot under the seat so he could press both the gas and brake with his in-injured one) he was sitting in front of the Goetia palace. Thank fuck Stolas had said to just go in the front door, at least he didn’t have to scale up to the ivory fuckin’ tower tonight.

The stairs were intimidating but manageable if he leaned most of his weight on his left foot and sort of dragged the right behind him, especially considering the tranquilizers currently buzzing through his system that dulled most pain to a low drone. (Dulled everything to a low drone, actually, but he could work through that- he’d shot up with way worse stuff than this before, and at least this one came from a pharmacy. Sure, it said ‘for use on horses or really big bitches’, but he’d only taken like… three-quarters of the dose, so it was fine. Roughly three-quarters. There was still a little left in the needle when he pulled it out, anyway, and he’d downed a cup of coffee afterwards to not kill his energy too much.)

He knew his way to the master bedroom, but getting there was going to be a bit of a feat at the moment and he gritted his teeth, leaning against the wall. He smudged a couple of low-hanging paintings in the process, but they were of ugly fuckers he didn’t like the look of anyway, so it was no big loss. The few staff members that he ran into mostly just ignored him, which was fine by him- the one that offered a hand saw how sweaty he was when she got close and rescinded the offer anyway, so it was for the best. This was his problem, he didn’t need anybody treating him like a baby who couldn’t handle his own goddamn business-floating booty call.

Why did Stolas have to live at the top of the stairs again? At least the attire for the night was cozy and not the kind that rode directly up his ass, even though the whistle was bouncing against his chest every couple of steps. Blitzo was practically hopping by the end, and the tranquilizers were mixing funny with the coffee, considering how his vision was starting to swim on the edges. He took an indulgent moment to shiver before he grasped at the doorknob, taking a deep breath before flinging it open.

“Gooood evening, Stolas.”

“Oh, there you are Blitzy!” Stolas gave a delighted hoot, and Blitzo took a moment to drink in the sight- he’d dressed himself in tight red shorts and a blue crop top that had a cute little star pattern repeating over it. If he’d been a little less woozy, his boner probably would have popped up a lot faster, but as-is, Stolas’s eager grin fell a little. “Are you- is everything alright? Normally you’re-”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine.” Blitzo waved a hand, eyes tracking around the room for whatever they were going to use- Stolas had gotten them to bring a goddamn treadmill in next to the balcony, of all things. If he was supposed to use that, he was going to strangle fate for laughing at him. “You need coach to show you the fun kind of workout?” He could tell that his grin was somewhat lopsided as he tilted his head, but Stolas unfolded himself from the bed before kneeling in front of him and feeling at his head.

“You look sweaty… did you just not get a chance to clean up before coming over?” he tutted, and Blitzo pushed his hand away. Nosy bitch.

“I did bathe, for your information.” (The fact that it had mostly been sitting on the bathtub with his leg propped up and scrubbing at his face notwithstanding.) “You just decided to live in the furthest room from the front door just to annoy me.”

“You’ve never had any problem with it before. You’re a very fit, athletic little imp, that’s part of where the idea for tonight’s game came from.” Stolas said, toying with the whistle around Blitzo’s neck for a moment before nodding as if he’d come to a decision without bothering to keep the only other guy in the room in the loop. He settled back down on the bed, patting next to him. “Come. Up.”

Blitzo bristled. “If you’re gonna just treat me like a fuckin’ little show pony-”

“Oh, perish the thought! If I wanted to do that, we’d have something far more befitting that atmosphere. I could get a bit… hmm. I’ll mark that one down for later. Anyway!” He patted the sheets again, and Blitzo gritted his teeth as he took a few careful steps across the room before (embarrassingly clumsily) scrambling up the giant bed. Stolas’s fingers brushed feather-light over his back, and he tutted. “Your muscles aren’t tense, at least. I thought a massage might help.”

“Yeah, that’s the-” Blitzo cut himself off.

“That’s the what?”

“Nothing. Had some booze before I came over, that’s all.” Blitzo turned his face away, but Stolas sighed.

“I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong. I’m not going to continue with our activities until I know that you’re well enough for them.”

“I’m not- look, I’m fine, okay?” Being on the bed did sort of help, with his leg just dangling off the side instead of bearing his weight, but Stolas’s eyes were still narrowed and his shoulders were slumped slightly as he looked Blitzo up and down.

“We can reschedule-”

“Oh, fuck no. You get the book and the fuck one night a month. You don’t get to-” The word died in his throat for a moment. “Once. That’s it.”

“Then I’m not in the mood tonight, and we’ll have to find some other way to fill our time.” Stolas fluffed up a pillow next to him, and Blitzo raised an eyebrow.

“Really?” Come on, he could work through it. Sure, it’d hurt like a bitch in the morning after the tranq faded, but until then, he just needed to find a good position. Let it never be said that he was a little bitch who couldn’t carry through on his promises. He’d just said that Stolas only got one, he couldn’t change the rules halfway through and pretend that was fine, that he could just take away the one thing Blitzo had to offer-

“Yes, really.” He stood up and stretched, tail flicking and the low lights bathing his shiny feathers in a soft glow. “Come bathe with me instead.”

…If he found the right angle, maybe hooking the bad leg up, shower sex didn’t sound too bad right now. He did feel kind of grody again. Blitzo nodded, about to slide off the bed, but Stolas scooped him up before he could.

“Hey!”

“Ah ah ah. I’m taking care of you for the night, darling.” Blitzo glanced down at the ground (that really was further than it should be, even taking Stolas being a leggy bastard into account, was the stuff fucking with his depth perception?) and sighed before allowing himself to be carried across the room.

Stolas smelled like lotion and fancy body spray, as well as the slight undercurrent of brimstone and ancient power that was impossible to smother no matter how many personal care products he used. Blitzo’s cheek smushed against the bare feathers underneath the crop top as Stolas nudged the door to the bathroom more fully open with his elbow. “What would you prefer, blueberry sunrise or peppermint rainbow?”

“Uh… mint, I guess,” Blitzo said. “I thought we were gonna shower.”

“Some other day perhaps.” Stolas slowly lowered Blitzo down onto the closed lid of the toilet next to the bath. “If you’ll disrobe, I’ll fill the tub.”

Blitzo tugged his shirt off easily enough, but had to grit his teeth as he rolled his sweatpants down over his ankles. Jitters were starting to tremble underneath his skin, and his hands shook as he felt both more and less pain than he should have when he tugged the fabric off entirely. At least he’d gone commando underneath, so he didn’t have to deal with taking his underwear off too.

Stolas removed his clothes while the tub started to fill, but when he glanced back at Blitzo, he didn’t start drooling like usual, just gave an approving nod and went back to testing the temperature with a hand.

Blitzo didn’t really know what to do with that as the water poured into the bathtub and Stolas carefully drizzled out a cupful of something greenish that bubbled up the surface. The air began to steam, and the heat made his now-exposed ankle throb as Stolas set the cup down, clapping his hands together.

“There we go! Mm, mint was a good choice.”

“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ aces at choosing shit,” Blitzo said as Stolas leaned forward to pick him back up. “I can get in myself, you know, I’m not-”

“This is a very tall tub by your standards. As flexible as you are, I don’t want you to slip and crack your skull open, it’d make such a dreadful mess,” Stolas said, easing both of them down into the water. “Just relax, Blitzy. You’re safe here.”

He was settled in Stolas's somewhat bony lap by the time that he blinked, and realized very quickly that the tub was, indeed, too deep to slip out of- considering his fucked ankle and the general height of the thing, he’d probably slip under if he didn’t remain precariously balanced between birdy thighs. Stolas closed his legs to provide a slightly better seat, scooping up a handful of bubbles and blowing them into the air with the iridescent soap glittering rainbow in the ambient lights. He’d begun to hum something, but it had the faint echo of a half-forgotten lullaby, and the steam, mint scent, and soft feathers around him created a soporific effect that had Blitzo’s eyes fluttering half-shut. The thought of drifting away was so appealing, but… he was so vulnerable, what if Stolas...?

(If he was going to do anything, he would have already, some far-down part of his brain murmured. Why bother doing this at all instead of fucking like they agreed, out on the bed instead of here in the bathtub where they were naked and exposed but his hands weren’t anywhere below the waist…?)

Blitzo shifted a bit, freezing as Stolas’s hands settled on his back again, gently kneading at the muscles.

“You’re usually so tense, when I’m touching you on our nights together, when I’m clawing down your back or you’re pressed against me…”

“I’m a busy guy, just gotta stay on top of shit,” Blitzo muttered, feeling vaguely like the steam had sunk through his skin and turned his muscles to goop. “Can’t let my guard down is all. Can’t let anybody get one over, everybody needs me or it’d all start going… going…” Oh, he was rambling. Shutting up time. Now. He cleared his throat. “Anyway. It’s just ‘cause I’m making sure you’re having a good time and shit, I’m not gonna be a selfish little bitch when we’re doing this for both of us, y’know?” Stolas’s fingers drifted down, tiptoing over Blitzo’s arms before flipping his palm up and intertwining their fingers. Between the fact that his hands were thick and Stolas’s were thin, their usual size difference didn’t really matter. They fit perfectly. Blitzo’s tail curled somewhere around Stolas’s waist as he looked down at them.

“You do enjoy our nights as well, don’t you?” Stolas’s fingers twitched slightly. “I appreciate you being a gentleman about it, but… well, I assumed that you finishing meant that you were having a good time. I suppose I should know from experience that’s not necessarily the case.”

“I…” Blitzo shook his head, and Stolas tensed at that for a moment before the imp tilted his head up to see four pairs of wide eyes. “I like this just fine, okay? I agreed to this. I’m fine with it. It’s fun enough, you’re not dragging me in kicking and screaming to have a guy who genuinely loves my cock pay it attention once a month, y’know? You’re good.”

Something in his tone had Stolas relax around him. “Mmm, good.” Stolas nuzzled the side of his head. “Was it simply a long day at work?”

“Kinda, yeah.”

“I’d like to hear about it, if you’d indulge me, darling.”

The words spilled from his lips in a rush- about how the target was a total bitch who made them chase her into the fucking mud, how it took ages to scrub it out of his clothes, how Millie had at least gotten a great shot in with her axe… he only barely stopped himself short of spilling about his ankle, but Stolas noticed his hesitation.

“Did something else happen? I… I want to help, if I can.”

Blitzo’s eyes dropped, crossing his arms. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure?” Stolas’s chest rumbled slightly as he spoke, and it made Blitzo shudder at the edge of pleading on the honeyed words dripping from the beak just above him.

“Okay, I mighta maybe kinda sorta probably sprained my ankle because that fuckface-”

Stolas tutted. “Goodness, and you expected to just be able to come here and fuck me just like that?”

“Sure I did. That’s how this shit works. I’ve still gotta come if I’m tired or whatever, and it’s not like I haven’t worked through bad shit before during the day.”

“Not for me,” Stolas said in a tone so certain that it hit like a brick wall. His hand dropped under the water, tracing along Blitzo’s leg before the palm settled flat on the swollen ankle, and he winced. “Goodness, how did I notice that before?”

“I was wearing thick socks, and then you dropped me right in the merry mint bubble bath of bliss here, so not sure when you would have.”

“Still.” Stolas tutted, and Blitzo grimaced as his fingers pressed down on the skin.

“Watch it, it only really hurts if you touch it right now.”

“My apologies, but this takes physical contact.”

“What does- ooooooh fuck.” Blitzo slumped back as magical heat layered on top of the warm water he was already soaking in spun through his foot, concentrating upwards until the twinges of pain faded completely. “Gotta say, I recommend the service here. Top notch, Stolas.”

“Why, thank you.” Stolas was bemused as he pressed a kiss to the back of Blitzo’s head. “It’s not perfect, but you should find it back to normal by the morning. I didn’t want to overdo it and accidentally make one foot stronger than the other.”

“Honestly, the idea of having one foot that just kicks ass at kicking ass is kind of hot,” Blitzo said, raising the previously-injured food and rolling it. Sure enough, it didn’t feel like jabbing glass anymore. “Huh. What do you know.”

“I take good care of what’s mine,” Stolas murmured, and that had Blitzo’s chest turn over on itself.

His.

Right.

“So you wanna go back to getting hot and heavy? Not that I don’t appreciate the fancy-ass bath, I’m going to smell like a candy cane nightmare for days, but-”

“Not tonight, I’m afraid- I’d hate to get messy after we got all clean, wouldn’t you?”

“You fucked me while in a dinosaur costume once, I don’t assume anything anymore.” It was an excuse and Blitzo knew it, but when his foot slipped back into the tub with a splash, he slumped back a little. “You sure? It’ll be another month before you can go back to poundtown.”

“I waited so long for you to light up my life in the first place, Blitzy, I can manage thirty more days.” He gave a little laugh. “I don’t want to strain you when you aren’t well- besides, you sound exhausted and we haven’t started yet. I doubt either of us want you passing out on me mid-coitus.”

“Coitus? Seriously? Call it fucking like…” To his irritation at Stolas being proven right, he had to force back a yawn in the middle of his sentence. “...Like a normal person, Stolas.”

“I’ll call it whatever I want,” Stolas replied breezily. “I said it in those words before, didn’t I? My vocabulary aside, I believe there’s a set of pillows that are calling our names when we’re done here.”

So they really weren’t going to do anything tonight. Oozing warmth bubbled at the base of Blitzo’s belly, and he swallowed.

This was… it had to be just to make up something really batshit for next month, right? Stolas didn’t want a disappointing fuck while he was partially out of commission and half-high, and he was old as balls anyway, so he could wait.

He normally didn’t like waiting, though, not by how often he’d used to call, so deciding to forgo sex entirely instead of just doing something low-key like stretching Blitzo out and blowing him… why, why why? It didn’t make any sense, not in the way Blitzo understood the world. Stolas liked him around because he was hot and had a big dick and was good at bossing him around in bed to make up for some weird control issues that he had in the outside world. The sun in Pride was red, people were always gonna want other people splatted on the upholstery, and Stolas just cared about him as a convenient fucktoy. That was the way of the world, and he’d accepted that, lived with it these last few months. He couldn’t ask for anything more, (even- or especially- if some part of him wanted to) or everything could come tumbling down, and everybody else with it.

While he’d been musing, Stolas had reached for a towel to wipe off Blitzo’s soapy shoulders, brushing over the skin. More than anything, Blitzo was reminded of how he cleaned up Loona after nights out, when she’d gotten messy in one way or another. Fortunately, he didn’t have fur to get gunk out of, but Stolas was nevertheless being just as careful with him, rubbing in circular motions. The steam and generally moist air made the towel pleasantly damp, and Blitzo couldn’t help sagging into it. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched him this… meticulously. Not so much like he was fragile, but like he was something that deserved gentleness, attentiveness, care.

“That’s it, darling…” Stolas cooed, setting the towel aside and wiggling one arm under Blitzo’s armpits with the other beneath his knees, standing up in one motion before stepping over the edge of the tub.

“You’re bein’ all… gentlemanly and shit. It’s weird,” Blitzo mumbled, fighting back another yawn.

“I do have my moments.” Stolas pressed a kiss to his forehead, and Blitzo only realized that his tail was lazily winding up Stolas’s arm when the owl shifted his position to better hold his weight. (He just wanted more stability, that was all.)

Another blink and he was laying in bed, still naked as anything before Stolas handed him the sweatpants he’d walked in with. “No pajamas that would fit you, I’m afraid, but you could put these back on if you’d like.”

Blitzo considered for a moment before tugging them on. The absence of pain in his ankle nagged like a loose tooth. Stolas just wanted to fix him so he’d be better at fucking him. Stolas was currently settling down on his own pillow, holding an arm out to snuggle, but not pressing any further than that. Both were true, somehow, (they had to be, one was the only way he could understand all of this and one was right in front of him) and Blitzo’s head was spinning.

For now, as Stolas’s hand drooped and he started to pull it back to himself, it was easier to just… slide over, resting his forehead against the soft feathered chest and give in to unconsciousness.

_____

“Fuck!” Blitzo teetered precariously on the chair dragged over from the room over, arm outstretched as he tried to reach the sprinkles that were, for some shit-forsaken reason, on the shelf so high he doubted even Stolas could reach without stretching.

He’d woken up curled into Stolas’s body, the owl sleep-hooting, and shoved down the twisty, turny feeling in his guts.

Okay, so they didn’t fuck. Can’t take the risk that Stolas would realize he didn’t actually need him. Be proactive. Make himself useful. Fuck, he needed coffee, but the beans were probably hidden in one of the fifty billion cabinets in the kitchen, so he was just going to have to muscle through it for a while and get something once he left.

The plan, for now, was to make eggs and toast. Nothing super complicated, he could do both of those things without burning the whole place to the ground, and Stolas would hopefully like it. (And make that soft little smile that made his face light up like the warmest sunrise- focus, Blitzo, focus.) The toast needed sprinkles, though, or it wouldn’t stand out, wouldn’t look like he’d put some effort in. He knew, vaguely, that imps probably had a different palette than owls did, but fuck it, at least it’d look pretty, but only if he could get the damn things. Stretch, streeeeeetch- aha!

The chair finally gave up, crashing forwards just as Blitzo lunged upwards, using the momentum of the falling chair to jump up and snatch at the container. Success! He landed easily on his feet, patting himself on the shoulder for a job well done. Off to a good start!

Unfortunately, while the stove wasn’t fuckoff huge like the stuff in Stolas’s room tended to be, it was made for an average-sized sinner, not an imp. Standing on a chair made him too tall, but trying to stand on his tiptoes wasn’t tall enough, so he ended up having to sort of awkwardly crouch while cracking the eggs. That led to having to fish out more than one bit of shell, but he was pretty sure that he got all of them? One egg had to be scrambled because he’d chased the hunk of shell around the yolk with a spoon, and then he had to scramble the rest of them just to be consistent. Since he was scrambling anyway and there was a fancy, rich-people mixer with a ton of buttons right next to the stove… he poured the eggs in. It could mix them smoother, and that would be good.

It was not good. It took fifteen minutes to clean the splattered mess off because some idiot had it still set to ‘high speed so it throws shit everywhere’, and he definitely got raw egg in his mouth multiple times in the process. He had to go back to the stove again and had to just stir it like a peasant.

The toaster took three tries to get something at least 75% crisp and golden over solid black, but in his defense, it wasn’t labeled at all, and every goddamn toaster in Hell had different timing on the notches. (Personally, he usually had to smack the one back at home to get it to release the toast before it burnt to a crisp, but occasionally it admitted fear when he growled at it and let the toast go without a fight. This one, at least, popped the bread back up when he used the little tab.)

In the end, he had three pieces of mostly-okay toast with butter and sprinkles, and a lump of eggs that were runny enough to join a marathon but didn’t smell too bad. Egg goo oozed over the side of the plate for a solid minute as he tried to corral them back into place with a spoon in order to carry up to the bedroom, snarling all the while.

“Come on, you stupid fuckin crybaby fetus-goo-chucklefucks, it’s not like the floor is gonna be any better for you than Stolas’s guts-”

“Blitzy?” Blitzo whipped around to see Stolas rubbing his eyes, bathrobe draped loosely over his shoulders. “I assumed you’d already taken your leave, when I woke up alone.”

“I, ah…” Blitzo considered for a moment. “I made breakfast.” He held out the plate, and Stolas blinked in surprise before leaning forward to take it. “Normally I’m hot shit in the kitchen, but I had to improvise a little, alright?”

Stolas leaned forward, placing a kiss on Blitzo’s cheek that probably still tasted vaguely like raw egg. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

“I was just, y’know, since last night you didn’t get to get any… anyway. Bon appetit.” Blitzo sucked in a breath as Stolas scooped up some of the egg using a piece of toast and took a bite. No indication that it was anything other than decent as he swallowed, hopping up on the counter with a satisfied hum. He was smiling, and his whole body was relaxed as he finished the piece of toast.

“I must say, the sprinkles are an inspired idea.”

“I’ve been doing it since I was a kid,” Blitzo said, chest puffing out a bit. “It’s good, isn’t it?”

“Very much so, although I’m not sure if it’s the taste or the way they look. Like strange little modernist paintings,” Stolas said, lifting one up and watching the half-melted bits of color slide around like rain down a window.

“Why not both? Food and a work of art. I’m a talented guy.” A grin spread across his face as he leaned against the chair next to him, before his weight shifted it to the side and he stumbled, thrown off-balance. “Fuck!”

Stolas lifted his fork to his mouth as he muffled a little laugh, and Blitzo scoffed.

“Oh, sure, yuk it up. You need leg caps on this thing or somebody is gonna fall flat on their face and sue you or some shit.” Blitzo brushed at his chest when Stolas shifted over, nodding at the countertop next to himself. “What? No, I made it for you.”

“I can share,” Stolas said, tearing one of the remaining pieces of bread in half and offering it to Blitzo. “Please, for me?”

“Fine, but just ‘cause I’m hungry,” Blitzo said, grabbing the piece out of Stolas’s hand and nibbling on the edge. “I know the eggs are kinda shit, but-”

“They’re fine,” Stolas insisted. “You made them, that's more than enough for me. I’m…” He took a moment. “I’m flattered that you took the time to do this. I only really have you for the one night, and I wanted to make sure that you were alright... Considering you managed to roll out of bed without even waking me and prepared this, I assume the healing spell worked. I would have liked to have gotten to chat a bit more last night, but you needed the rest. There's always next time, I suppose.” Stolas clicked his tongue and scooped up a forkful of egg, watching the liquid part drain between the tines before taking a bite. “Mm!”

"You'd really just want to talk?"

Stolas swallowed and nodded. "How you use the book on your job, or just about whatever you'd like to tell me. You're a fascinating specimen, darling, and I could listen to you forever." His eyes were half-lidded and his smile was soft, and Blitzo felt the same prickle of adoration as last night when Stolas had been carefully toweling him off. He cleared his throat.

"Nothing like my sexy, sexy voice ranting about how the cheap-ass machines in the laundromat fucked up my shirts to put you in the mood." Blitzo pinched a fingerful of scrambled egg mush and dropped it in his mouth- not his best, but not a disaster. “You know…” He rolled the words around in his brain for a few seconds longer than usual, hopping up on the counter and straightening up to a standing position so he was eye-to-eye with Stolas before letting them spill out. “I could try again at home, where I actually know how to use shit, and make you some eggs that’ll make you really jizz your birdy butt off.”

“For next full moon?” Stolas raised an eye, and Blitzo crossed his arms, heel bouncing on the too-clean floor.

“For whenever. I don’t think we’ve got a job on Thursday, if you can pry your ass off that giant bed on time.”

Stolas lit up, butt bouncing on the marble. “I’d be delighted!”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just… paying you back for helping me out,” Blitzo said with a wave of his hand, but remained on the counter as Stolas finished the plate with that dopey grin never fading, occasionally offering him a bite of egg or toast.

(He always took it, since it would just be a dick move to turn it down, and if Stolas’s fingers lingered on his lips for half a moment too long and warmed his cheeks a little… it was just the food. When they shared a good-bye kiss, it tasted of egg and candy, and he could hear that Stolas’s heartbeat was nearly in time with his.)

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