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Wings. Fire. Magic. Part Four

18+, Minors Do Not Interact

DragonTrainer!Joel x Female!Reader

Summary: Joel has to follow through on his deal with The King, the two of you share tender moments, and maybe you don't want to go home after all. Dragon divider by @saradika-graphics CW: 18+, p in v sex (wrap it up folks), mean Joel but also tender Joel. Praise (duh, it's Joel), dirty talk, female and male orgasms WC: 6K

Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three

Fuck. I’m dead. So very dead.

The terrifying milky coloured dragon is going to incinerate you.  You can see building in his throat as he roars at you. The last one was so loud that you clamped your hands over your ears and started to back away. Your family flashes before your eyes. Your mom is about to celebrate her one thousandth name day, she’d ask for those little mushroom and cheese pastry puffs she loves so much, your dad would make some joke about her being older than him, even though just a fortnight later he’d be celebrating his same name day. 

“Eaaasssyyy,” you say shakily to the dragon, your hands are trembling as you move them from your ears, holding them up to try to calm him. 

Suddenly you’re being pushed to the side, hitting the ground hard, rolling over yourself a few times. The wind is knocked out of you and you roll onto your back to try to get oxygen, gasping against the invisible hands restricting your lungs. You can see Joel standing in front of the dragon in just his tight black boxers. The sunrise casts flecks of gold around his tight and tanned skin, more tattoos swirl around his back, as well as 3 thick scars from his left shoulder to the middle of his back. They’re not new, but still raised and pinkish in colour. 

“Whoa whoa whoa,” he says loudly, holding his arms up, palms facing out to the dragon. “Uvri, easy boy.” 

The dragon pauses, sniffing slightly at Joel before lowering himself and folding his wings back into his body. 

“There you go.” he praises the dragon, still with a tinge of fear on the edge of his voice, “That’s it. Easy.” 

The dragon touches his nose to one of Joel’s palms and then peaks behind him at you. “She is our friend. It’s ok.”  

You slowly stand up and Uvri side eyes you. “Sorry,” you say to both Joel and the dragon. 

Uvri turns back to the eggs, his large scaled body nestling around them. He lets out a content hum and shuts his eyes. Joel grabs your shoulders, eyes raking over you with concern. “Are you ok?” 

“I’m fine, Joel.” You look away from him, your cheeks heat at how you touched yourself to thoughts of him last night while you were tucked into the soft sheets of your bed. And now he’s here in just his boxers holding your face and looking at you like you’re the most important thing in the world. 

His hands cup your face gently with his large palms, “Sweetheart, not all dragons are Rem. She doesn’t know she’s a dragon if I’m being honest. You have to be careful out here.” 

“Ok. I’m sorry.” His eyes trail down each of your arms, hands not moving from your cheeks and even though you’re completely clothed, it all feels a little too intimate. When he doesn’t see any injuries he seems to start breathing again, his muscular chest expanding as air fills his lungs.  

“We need to talk about The King, I have to go back before those eggs hatch.” His hands slide to your shoulders as he continues, “I need you to trust me, and after we see The King I will take you to see your family. We’ll make sure they’re taken care of.” 

Your eyes fall to Joel’s strong bare chest, landing on the small hand tattoo over his heart. His hands fall from your shoulders and he smiles awkwardly at you. He’s suddenly aware that he’s practically naked. The animals of the forest around you start to wave up. Birds chirping, chipmunks chattering, the air seems to come alive. The morning sun is finally high enough to peek through the trees and warm your face. 

“You should probably get dressed before we talk,” you laugh. You and Joel walk side by side back towards the log cabin and you fight the urge to ask about the small hand tattoo over his heart. “How many dragons do you have?” 

“Umm,” he rubs the back of his neck nervously, bicep flexing, “I have five. They live around the woods here.” 

“And they just stay?” you ask. Considering you were stealing an egg you know very little, almost nothing actually, about dragons. 

“Dragons are loyal. They might leave for food, but they come back each night.” 

Joel opens the back door and you head into the kitchen, propping yourself up on one of the stools. The log cabin is somehow more gorgeous in the morning sunlight. Joel’s half naked body putters around the kitchen, he pops open an airtight canister and the smell of coffee beans fills the room. When he turns back to you, you avert your eyes, looking down at the granite island. 

“Is being in your underwear an important part of this plan? Or?” You feel your cheeks heating. 

“Shit, sorry. My adrenaline is up here,” he raises an arm above his head and you glance over to see all the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he reaches. “Just, stay there. Please.” 

Joel disappears down the hallway and you finally understand what humans mean when they say ‘hate to see you go but love to watch you leave’, the tight boxers hug the strong globes of his ass, the soft fabric straining against his muscular thighs. But what really draws your eye are the two dimples in his lower back, just above the waist band. Your mouth waters at the sight of him.

When he returns the coffee is brewed and, since you already scared Joel half to death, you listen and stay on your stool. He pours you a cup of coffee and slides it across the counter to you, along with cream and sugar for you to add. You give him a tight lipped smile. 

“Rem and Uvri have five eggs that are going to hatch soon.” He says as he stirs a little bit of cream in his coffee, “I am going to leave tomorrow to take three of those eggs.” 

“Is Remmer going to be ok?” You can’t imagine she’ll be happy to have three of her babies taken from her, she’s so sweet and gentle. “You can’t give away your dragons.” 

“No, she’s probably going to be very upset with me,” he places his coffee down and opens the fridge, pulling out eggs and bacon. “But remember how I told you dragons are extremely loyal?” 

“Yes,” you’re starting to feel that guilt again, being taken care of while your family is struggling and probably worried sick about you. 

“You stole that egg, but once it hatched, the dragon would find its way back here.” you hear the tick-tick-whoosh of the stove before he grabs two pans and puts them over the flame. “They’ll always find their way back to their family.”

“Ok,” you say curiously. “So, what about me?” 

“You’re staying here.” he says firmly, his back to you as he puts the bacon in the pan, the sound and smell of the fat sizzling causes your stomach to growl. 

“No, Joel,” you argue, “ You have to make The King think you hate me more than he does” 

He turns to face you, crossing his arms across his chest. “No.” 

“Joel, you have to.” You practically beg him, he turns around and cracks eggs in the second pan, avoiding your eyes as best he can. He already knows he has to take you, but he is a stubborn man, and if you start begging or look at him with those big sad eyes he’ll break. “If he knew that I slept in a big plush comfy bed or soaked in a bubble bath. I’m supposed to be your slave.” 

Joel shakes his head. “I’m taking him the eggs. You’re staying here. I’m not bringing you back there. I cannot bring you back there.” 

You wrap your hands around your coffee cup and bring it to your lips. He cannot bring you back there. You already know that there’s no arguing with him, even when he knows you’re right. Actually, especially when he knows you’re right. He’ll come around, he just needs to do it on his own time.  

After breakfast Joel tells you he’s going into the village to get you clothes and boots, and after a stern warning to stay out of the woods, he hops on his horse and off he goes. You spend the afternoon close to the house, wandering outside but staying clear of the woods. Around one side of the house is a large garden, vegetables sprout up every which direction and nothing is labeled. On the other side of the house, just below your bedroom window, is a flagstone patio with a large fire pit, wooden chairs and a bench. Everything outside of the house looks like it belongs there, like the earth put it there itself. You sit on the bench and start making a small fire. You catch Rem watching you from the tree line. You smile at her, but she stays near a peculiar tree; stark, white bark and a large canopy of deep purple leaves. It’s the only leafy tree in the area, the whole property is surrounded by large conifers, how that tree even exists is beyond you. 

Once the fire has started, you head into the house to get a bowl to start picking ripe vegetables. The sun is starting to set and you may as well make yourself useful and make dinner. After picking carrots, beets, potatoes, green beans and a handful of fresh herbs, you skip back into the house. You spotted chicken in the fridge this morning, so you take it out and rub it with oil, sprinkling the fresh herbs on top. Next, you chop all the vegetables up. Unlike Joel, who can just reach up and grab the cast iron pans hanging above the island, you have to climb up and stand on the counter to grab them. You take everything outside and start cooking. 

Dinner is almost ready when Joel's deep voice floats across the back yard, “Hi.”

“Hi.” You smile sheepishly at him over your shoulder.  

“Something smells amazing.” The fire pops and crackles, birds chirping in the woods calling to each other.  

You turn back to the fire, stirring the veggies. “I figured I could make myself useful”

“Thank you. You don’t need to do that.” 

You pat the bench beside you and Joel comes to sit beside you, knees grazing one another. You both look at the purple tree in front of you. 

“Can I -“ you start. Joel saying, “how’s your -“ at the same time. 

You both laugh quietly and you say, “you go first.” 

“How’s your back?” he asks, you glance over at him and he’s looking at you with that same big eyed concern he had this morning when you stumbled into Uvri.

“I think better.” you roll your shoulders backwards slowly, testing the muscles and checking for pain. Joel notices the slight wince in your face, “I have more movement in my arms but it still feels like I got trampled.” 

“I put some muscle relaxing oil in your room with your new clothes.” He says it so casually and your heart flutters as you thank him. Someone doing something for you is still so foreign. Are you that deprived of the goodness of humanity that you let one little act turn you all gooey? 

Joel’s knee nudges yours, bringing you back to reality. “What were you going to say?” 

“I was going to ask about that tree,” your eyes peel away from Joel’s.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he says, hand coming up subconsciously to his heart. The sadness practically etched across his face. 

“The tattoo?” You ask. 

“It’s - umm - that’s where my daughter is.” He says, avoiding looking at you and the tree, instead he grabs the metal poker and starts to stir the fiery orange coals. You don’t press him, somehow you know that he’ll talk when he’s ready. “So I think you’re right. You have to come with me.” 

You nod, you were right not to push. Joel does everything methodically, he doesn’t jump in. You clear the fear out of your throat, fear that feels like shards of glass and say, “Make him think you hate me.” 

“Problem is,” he stands, sliding on a large mitt and grabbing one of the cast iron pans off the fire grill, “I don’t hate you. Not in the slightest.” 

Dinner was silent between the two of you and you went to your bedroom early, exhausted from the last few days but full of nervous anticipation for what was to come. You drift off easily, falling into a deep and dreamless sleep. A distant roar causes you to stir, rolling over and pulling the blankets up around your neck. You hear yelling in the distance and it slowly brings you to be fully conscious. Now awake you can hear it more clearly - it’s Joel. He’s yelling. You shoot out of your bed and creep into the hallway, his door is closed, “No, leave her.” 

You knock gently, his bed creaking under him as he tosses around his sheets. You open the door a crack, peeking in. His eyes are clamped shut, a pained look on his face. His curls are sweaty and slick to his forehead. He’s twitching and mumbling. 

“Joel,” you whisper, walking over to him slowly. He thrashes again, violently this time. “Joel,” you repeat, a little louder as your hand reaches out to him. As soon as your palm touches his shoulder he grabs your wrist, jerking you violently and flipping you onto the bed below him. You’re trapped under his large, muscular and naked form. His eyes are glazed over, rage and anger contorting his features. 

“Joel!” You practically yell it this time and when he blinks you slowly start to come into focus. He shakes his head, blinking quickly as his breathing starts to calm.

“Fuck,” he huffs, almost leaping off of you, covering himself with his hands before finding some underwear.

“You were having a nightmare,” you whisper, walking over to him. “Are you ok?”

“Did I hurt you?” He’s back, that soft and caring man that you’re starting to fall for. The moonlight paints the room in a light glow.

“No, I’m fine,” you reach out to touch him and he steps away, “Joel, are you ok?”

Joel wanders back to his bed and starts to straighten out the sheets, “I’m fine.”

“Ok,” you say, uncertainty waving through the word, “I’ll just…” you start to leave as he crawls back into his soft sheets.

He calls your name, when you look back at him he’s on his side, back towards you. “Ya?” you whisper.

His voice is sad and cracks a little as he asks, “Please stay.”

You smile to yourself and pad over to him, gently crawling in behind him. You’re not sure what comes over you or makes you feel so bold, but you press the front of your body to his warm back, one arm bending under your pillow, the other draping across his waist, your face nuzzled between his strong shoulder muscles. He’s tense for a second before he relaxes into you. Neither of you speak, and when his breathing gets relaxed and heavy, you place a gentle kiss to his shoulder blade and fall asleep. 

It feels like minutes later when Remmer’s cries have you rushing from Joel’s empty bed to look at the large window. You see him heading towards the house with a small wooden chest, Uvri follows along behind him, saddle and reins already affixed to his large and intimidating body. 

You go to your own room and slide on your new leathers and boots and head out to the kitchen to meet Joel. He has a ratty looking cloth dress in one hand, chains and a small collar in the other. You both stare at each other. You don’t need words. You knew exactly what being his slave would mean and what playing that part would look like. You’ve seen plenty of Fae in this uniform, following along behind whatever creature owned them. Joel looks at you with a tender sadness, swallowing hard while you nod at him and head out the back door. Rem lands beside Uvri and nuzzles against you, crying out again. 

“It’s ok, Rem.” You say quietly, running your hand down her neck, her scales are warm and smooth, you didn’t realize how soothing petting a dragon could be. 

Joel helps you up in Uvri and with a click of his tongue the dragon shoots up into the sky and dread fills your body. 

The flight is most quiet. You occasionally point to places that you’ve been to, Joel points to an orange and red canopy of trees and tells you his brother lives there. You need the distraction, and assume he does too, so you ask questions about his brother. You learn his name is Tommy and he’s younger than Joel. He’s married and they have a baby on the way. He also trains dragons, just like their father did before them. Finally you see the mountains come into view and you know that you’re close to The King. 

Joel lands Uvri in a clearing near the castle. Your insides clench as Joel slumps against your back. His forehead rests softly on the back of your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh before wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You both sit like that for a minute, your hearts pounding in sync with one another’s. “Make this quick for me, Joel.” 

He releases you and you follow him, climbing off Uvri. You reach into one of the bags strapped to his saddle and pull out the tattered dress.

“I’m sorry about this.” Joel says softly. 

“I know,” you say sadly as you walk behind Uvri to change. 

You slip out of the new leathers, even though you’re gutted over not having your wings, getting dressed has been easier. You stare down at the thin bra and panties, squeezing your eyes shut before sliding them off. The scratchy fabric of the plain dress is uncomfortable against your skin. You stuff your clothes in a bag and walk back around to Joel. 

He looks at you with big sad eyes, recalling what you said last night while you ate dinner, “The King needs to think that you hate me more than he does. You have to hate me to keep me safe.” 

His eyes lower down your body, stopping where the hem of the dress ends at your knees, then his head turns to look at his right hand. Your eyes follow, a thick rusted chain connected to a metal collar grips in his fingers. He walks to you slowly and you lock eyes. He stops just a hair away and you force a hard swallow before taking in a shaky breath, gathering your hair in your hands. 

“I’m sorry,” he croaks, placing the cold, heavy collar around your throat. The hinges creak menacingly before the loud click of the lock reverberates down your whole body. The weight of it rests on your collarbone and it feels like it’s pressing you down into the earth. Even though this was your idea and you have no reason not to trust Joel, you feel absolutely humiliated. Uvri stares ahead at the castle and you find yourself longing for Remmer. 

“Why can’t we take her?” You asked Joel last night. 

“She needs to be the one to imprint on the babies if I can’t. She fully trusts me, so the babies will too.” 

Within seconds of remounting him, Uvri lands on top of that same tower and your body starts trembling, teeth chattering in your skull. Joel helps you down and then pulls you into his arms. You sink into his body, letting his warmth and comfort wash over you. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I’m going to make this as fast as possible. Just look at the floor the whole time. Don’t look up. I got you.” 

You clear the glass from your throat, “Don’t let go of my chain.” 

He hands you the case that contains the three dragon eggs before looping the chain around his hand a few times. You follow down the stairs and hallway, and before the guards open the doors to the main hall you take a shaky breath and look down at the case. 

Don’t look up.

“Joel!” The King exclaims as you enter. “You brought your little slave, I see!” 

“Probably should have let you kill her,” he says darkly as he pulls you along the long corridor. “Ungrateful little thing. Couldn’t trust her to stay alone.” 

Don’t look up.

When you reach the foot of the stairs, a guard grabs the box from your hands roughly. Joel bows, and when you stay standing he gives the chain a hard yank towards the ground. Your knees crash down on the cobblestone floor. In a cruel mocking tone Joel says, “bow to your merciful king. You should be dead.” 

You let out a small cry of pain and The King laughs cruelly, “look at my trophy, fairy.” 

Don’t look up. 

When your eyes stay fixed on the floor he shuffles in his throne and chuffs like a petulant child before yelling, “I’m talking to you!” 

Joel tugs on your chain again and you look up at The King through your lashes. Above him, your wings are hanging from the wall, suspended in a swirling, thin black mist. 

“When your master brings me the other eggs, I might let you have these back.  But I’ve grown quite accustomed to them. They look better here than they did on your useless back.” The King is smiling like he’s at an amusement park, clearly getting nothing but pleasure out of the torture you’re being put through. 

Joel crouches beside you, grabbing a handful of your hair and forcefully pulls. You let out a yelp as he brings your face within inches of his. His face is harsh, eyebrows knitted together and jaw clenched. “Thank your King, little whore.” He spits and yanks your head towards The King. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly, voice trembling with fear. Joel shoves your head down, you lose your balance and your palms collide with the floor before he pulls you back to a kneeling position by the chain. 

Your heart feels like it’s in your stomach. Your beautiful iridescent wings hung up in such a cruel and harsh place. Tears start burning in the back of your eyes, everything about this feels wrong. Joel has slipped into this role too easily. Maybe he’s using you to get to the rest of the remaining Fae. 

As Joel and The King discuss when the next eggs will be ready, you fight to keep your tears in. You focus on breathing, blood surging so loudly through your ears that you can’t make out what they’re saving above you. 

My wings. My wings. My wings. 

Soon, Joel pulls sharply on your chain and barks, “Up.” 

You stand and walk weakly behind him.

My wings. My wings. My wings. 

Joel leads you back up the stairs, never looking back at you to keep up what you hope is a facade. But he was so goddamn convincing in that room that all the tender moments you’ve had are gone. His face was so harsh, so full of hatred. You don’t remember how it feels to be safe around him anymore. He hoists you up onto Uvri. Joel flicks Uvri’s reins with one hand, his free arm wrapping tightly around your middle. As he takes off, your body slumps back against Joel, the emotional exhaustion starting to take over.

My wings. My wings. My wings. 

The dragon flaps his wings fiercely, the wind whipping so hard your eyes start to water, blurring your vision. The air cools the steel around your neck and it nips at your skin. You close your eyes against the cold and all you can see is Joel’s cruel expression, as if it’s been tattooed on your eyelids. 

Within minutes you’re landing in the same field you had just days ago. It took Remmer half a day to fly to the castle from here, and that’s when you realize just how powerful Uvri is. The dragon has barely touched down when Joel is pulling you off the dragon and into his arms. 

“I’m sorry, baby girl. I’m so sorry.” He whispers into your hair, holding your tense and exhausted body tightly against him. His fingers work quickly to undo the collar. As it falls to the ground, his fingers trace the light bruises already forming at the base of your neck.

Your hands push at his chest and he lets you take a small step back. You stare at the ground and fight against the urge to run. He called you a whore and ungrateful. He made you look at your wings after he told you not to look up. Everything he did in that hall was done with such conviction that you’re tempted to believe it yourself. You could run. You don’t have wings, no one would hunt you now. You could just run, run and hide. 

When you finally manage to look at him, he’s nothing like he was with The King. Dark eyes have turned warm, flecks of brown sugar shine throughout his chocolate brown eyes, tears lining his lash line. His jaw is relaxed, lips parted as he looks at your neck. Without warning he drops to his knees and sits back on his heels. He lets out a hiss when he sees the deep purple bruise already wrapping around your knees. His hands come to rest lightly on the side of your thighs. 

“Please talk to me,” he chokes, one tear rolling down his cheek. 

You swallow down the lump that’s been in your throat since landing on that tower. “My wings,” you whisper sadly. 

“Fuck. I’m so sorry you had to see that.” 

You blink a few times at Joel. Each flutter of your lashes morphs your sadness into rage. “Kiss me.”

“What?” His brow furrows slightly, but you don’t miss the uptick of a small smile that appears on his lips at the thought of kissing you.

“I am fucking livid. Kiss me. Kiss me so I know that it’s ok. Kiss me to show me that we will get my wings back and that all of that was just an act back there. Kiss me to distract me from going there and ripping out that vile man's throat.” 

He leans forward, warm velvety lips gently press to your right kneecap, then your left. Joel stands, hands coming to tangle in your hair. “It was all an act, I feel horrible. I’m so fucking sorry.” 

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” you say, hands trailing up the strong muscles of Joel’s back, concealed under his leather coat. “This was my destiny, to destroy The King. With you.” 

The second the words leave your mouth you and Joel come together in a mess of lips and tongue and teeth. It’s frantic and desperate, both of you saying everything you need to say with this kiss. He swallows your moans with his mouth. Gripping your hair tightly with one hand. The other running down your back, lifting you up by the meaty globe of your ass. Your dress hikes up your hips as you lock your legs around his waist, hands gripping his shoulders as he walks you to the edge of the clear blue river. 

You break your kiss to undo his jacket, sliding the leather buckles out of their metal clasps. First the one at his collar bone, then chest and stomach. You press your lips against his again as you slide the zipper down. He’s not wearing a shirt, his strong tanned chest warms your body through your thin dress, your nipples stiffening in anticipation. 

Joel lowers your feet to the smooth, colourful rocks of the shore and breaks apart from you. Your bottom lip slips between your teeth as you watch him drop his jacket to the ground, your hands working on their own to undo the leather tie of his pants. The outline of his cock pressing through the thick fabric. 

His hands grab your wrists. “I don’t - I don’t have protection.” 

You blink up at him. “Joel, I’m over six hundred years old. I don’t think pregnancy is a worry.” 

You stare at each other for a second, sexual tension morphing as he smiles at you and you start to laugh. His hands come to your neck again, fingering the light bruising before his lips press gently where the collar sat. The hurried rush of his lips and hands is replaced by a slow passion. 

His lips caress your neck and you close your eyes. Head falling to the side to give him more access. Your hands reach for the growing bulge behind his pants. He moans into your neck at your touch, kisses moving up your neck. 

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart.” The deep baritone of his voice sends a fresh wave of arousal to your core. You’re not wearing anything under this thin dress, you can almost feel how wet you are on your thighs. 

“Need you,” you moan, voice husky with want. 

Joel grips the hem of your dress. “Use your words,” he says, his forehead resting against yours. “Need me to what, baby girl.” 

“Make me feel good.” You say. 

He slips your dress up and over your body, leaving you completely bare to him. He steps back, toeing his boots off and working at his fitted leather pants. He slides them down his hips, his cock springs free, slapping against his hard abdomen. You lick your lips at the sight of him naked before you. Tattoos and scars on display for you, tanned skin glowing under the setting sun. 

His hand reaches out for yours, intertwining his fingers with yours and leading you into the water. It’s cool on your skin and eases the pain in your knees, which just makes you crave Joel more. When the water is passed his hips he grabs you again, lifting you into his arms, bodies pressed tightly against each other.

“Make you feel good how?” He asks, kissing your neck and collarbone. 

“Please Joel.” you whine.

“Please what, baby girl?” 

You grind your hips into his, you can feel his cock sliding underneath you as your clit brushes against his body and you whine. 

“Need my cock sweet girl?” You moan out again. “Say what you need.” 

“I need…” fuck why is this so hard for you. After years of giving to everyone else and having no one to take care of you it’s nearly impossible to ask for it. 

“Please, darlin’. Say whatever you need and I’ll give it. Fingers. Tongue. Whatever you want.” 

You grind against him again, the water of the lake making everything slippery. “Want you inside me.” 

“Good girl,” his voice is rough with need, “guide it in for us.” 

You reach your hand between your bodies and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping his length a few times before lining it up with your entrance. You can feel your walls fluttering already, anxiously waiting to be filled. 

“Look at me,” he says. 

You lock eyes and slowly sink down onto him, the head of his thick cock filling you. “Oh god - Joel - fuck.”

“Keep goin’ baby,” his eyes glaze over, “wanna be all the way in.” 

Your eyes stay locked to his, fingernails digging into his shoulders as you slide him the rest of the way inside you. You feel every inch of him stretching and filling you. The cool water of the slow moving river dances along your skin. 

“Fuck you feel so good.” He moans, bringing his lips to yours. Kissing you deeply. 

You grind small, slow circles with your hips into him, at this angle he’s hitting that perfect spongy spot, his abdomen rubbing against your clit. 

“That’s it, baby.” He praises as you cry out in pleasure. The small movements shouldn’t feel this good, but you’re surrounded by him in the water and as the sun fully sets and the moon and stars start to light up the water, he looks so beautiful. The trees are still, the world quiet and it feels like just the two of you exist. “Does that feel good?” 

“Yes, Joel. Mmmm yes.” You can feel your orgasm building, your heart pounds in your chest over the close intimacy. Your body reacts so well to his, your pussy twitching slightly around his cock.

“Relax. Take what you need,” he says, letting you rub against him at your own pace. 

“Oh fuck,” that familiar pressure starts to build again and you grip harder onto Joel. 

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” His hands cup your ass under the water, moving with your slow and steady rhythm. His dark eyes drink you in as you writhe against him. Moonlight reflects off the water, dancing around his body like candlelight. 

“More, please Joel. More.” 

“Ya?” He asks, thrusting up into you when you grind down on him. 

“Oh god. Fuck me. Please.” 

Joel crashes his lips to yours again as he takes over. Lifting you up and then slamming into you with his hips, hands pushing you down onto him. You moan into his mouth, he’s so deep and stretching you almost to the point of pain. 

He repeats this motion a few more times, you call out his name to the forest, completely unashamed of your pleasure echoing back at you. 

“You look so fucking beautiful like this. Look down baby, look how well you’re taking me.” 

You lean back, watching through the clear moonlit water as Joel slides in and out of you and that heat in your lower belly starts to erupt. You cry out, watching as Joel’s thrusts become slower and sloppier. 

“Play with your clit.” he demands through gritted teeth, he’s trying his hardest not to come yet. 

You lean back slightly, sliding your hand between your bodies and rub tight circles on your sensitive nub. 

“Joel!” it comes out as a high pitched squeal, you’re right on the edge, teetering towards all consuming pleasure. 

“I know. I know.” His voice is soothing.

“I’m. Oh fuuuuck. I’m gonna…”

“Cum for me baby. Let me feel it.” Your orgasm washes over you, sparks lighting up your whole body. You curl into Joel, biting his neck gently, muffling the sounds of your screams as your walls clench hard around him. Joel doesn’t stop thrusting up into you, “that’s it. Good job sweetheart.” 

You bring both hands to tangle in Joel’s curls, kissing him as you come down from your high. “Cum for me, Joel,” you say between kisses. 

He smiles at you proudly. You could ask for what you wanted when you two started. “Where do you want it baby?” 

“I wanna watch,” you moan, your pussy becoming overstimulated by his thrusts. 

He lifts you off, you reach for his cock as your feet hit the cool round stones on the bottom of the lake. You watch as you stroke him at the same pace he was fucking you. 

“Show me Joel,” your free hand cups his balls, massaging them gently. They tighten in your hand before his cock twitches and his milky spend rises up in the water around you. 

You look up at his face as he groans your name, his eyes are fixed on you and glazed over with pleasure. This big, strong dragon trainer is like soft clay, coming apart in your hands and you’ve never felt sexier. 

“Fuck,” he says bringing you in for a kiss. 

“Bring me home,” you whisper after breaking the kiss.

“We’ll go to your family first thing.” He says, kissing your nose.

“No, just take me home.” 

Joel smiles warmly. Home. His home, and now your home. 

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

If I had $1.25M to spend on a house, pulled up to this one, and saw the big red gummy bear, I'd know it was mine. The 1990 home in Big Bear Lake, California is whimsical inside and out. 3bds, 3ba.

The home looks like a modern Tudor from outside. Look at the mushroom and the little figure under the tree. I can't make out what it is, though. I don't think it's a gnome.

No need to get upset about the taxidermied heads, b/c they're Dr. Seuss characters.

Family room/kitchen combo open concept space.

These two platforms in front of the window are kind of odd.

There's a sunny dining area.

Gray kitchen cabinets and a smart fridge. Very high end appliances.

Double purple doors open to reveal a pantry entrance on both sides.

I don't like that the microwave is in there, though.

Glass block shower with modern glass blocks.

Plus a sizeable sauna.

Up the colorful stairs that look like book spines.

Spiral stairs lead to a low lounging loft above the main living area.

The primary bedroom is very large, colorful, has a cute little fireplace, and doors to a terrace.

Wow, cool en-suite.

Walk-in closet.

And, even the laundry space is whimsical.

Interesting loft space.

Cute secondary bedroom.

I don't know why, but they did this to all the closets in all the bedrooms.

Rec room in the basement has corrugated metal wainscoting. Not particularly loving that. It's too rustic for me.

I imagine that this extensive collection would go w/the owners.

Small bar in the wall.

Deck overlooking the pool.

There's the option of covering the pool or leaving it open.

Near a resort and forest on .66 acre of land.

#houses #house tours #home tour #colorful decor

[osleeplessflowero]

i watched sleeping beauty again and was enlightened. enjoy! 📖 Fairytale AU series! This time featuring Blue <3 ❤️ Reader is Gender Neutral as always, SOUL is up to you!

- 🗡Previous Oneshot - Next Oneshot (Soon)

It's a beautiful day outside. (Not that kind!) The sun shines brightly in the sky, birds sing songs to one another as they fly through the skies right above your head. You smile as you walk along a forest path, surrounded by glowing mushrooms and gorgeous flowers. Wandering through, you make your way over to some berry bushes and pick them, gently placing them into a basket in your left hand with a grin.

A few of the forest animals notice you, deciding to accompany you in your travels. Squirrels, birds, even a few deer. Seems you've got quite the audience for some berry picking. You smile amusedly as a robin lands on your shoulder.

"My my, there's certainly a lot of you, isn't there?"

You hear a variety of animal sounds in reply.

"Well, I don't mind that. The more the merrier." You chuckle, spotting some strawberries and picking them after ensuring they're ripe. You decide to spare some blueberries you'd found earlier to them, the gesture very much so appreciated.

You've been walking a while..perhaps it would be best to take a rest. Humming, you walk over to a lone tree stump and sit on it, resting your legs beside a stream. The animals surround you, seeming to want to take a rest as well.

"I didn't know I'd be making so many friends today." You smile, gently petting the head of the bird that's still on your shoulder with your fingers. It promptly chirps in response.

Feeling more at ease, you hum a familiar tune as the animals surround you that echoes throughout the area.

. . .

Two knights wander through the forest. Both skeletons, one much taller than the other. Both very bright eyed and seeking adventure. The taller skeleton has armor with themes of red, the shorter one wearing themes of blue.

The shorter one swings his sword around. "So, What Do You Think We'll Find Today, Papyrus? I'm Hoping We'll Find Somewhere New To Explore! Or Maybe An Enemy To Defeat To Save Someone." He pretends to attack an invisible enemy, making "swoosh"ing sounds.

"Nyeh Heh, I Wouldn't Doubt Either Of Those Happening, Blue! We'll Simply Have To See What The Day Brings Before We Must Return Home To Our Brothers. And Probably Find Them Asleep." He sighs, putting a hand on his hip as he walks. Blue lets out an amused chuckle.

"Yeah, That Sounds Like Them." He grins, amused by the scenario he's grown so familiar with.

Blue's focus is interrupted when he hears the sound of someone singing, turning his head towards the trees beside them.

"Blue? Is Something The Matter?" Papyrus asks, curious as to what's distracted his fellow knight.

"I Hear Something..Be Right Back!" He runs off.

"BLUE! DON'T GO RUNNING INTO UNKNOWN TERRITORY!" Papyrus shouts after him, sighing again. "That Skeleton.. We May Be Incredibly Alike, But I Can Still See Bits Of My Brother Within Him." He shakes his head and decides to take a moment to rest. His legs had admittedly grown a little tired.

Blue chases the sound of someone's voice, the sound like a siren's call to him, luring him in. He can't help but be a little curious. it's not every day you hear something like this out in the woods! Let alone a sound this..lovely.

He runs, following the sound to the best of his ability with a bright smile before he comes to a stop.. stepping past a tree and spotting you, finishing off your song with closed eyes and surrounded by very different animals.

When you open them, your eyes go wide at the sight of the skeleton, not having expected to see anybody. Your cheeks flush a little too, not having expected anyone to overhear. Well, apart from the wildlife that is.

He grins when he realizes you've noticed him, before backtracking a little. He did just show up unannounced..

"Oh! I'm Terribly Sorry, I Didn't Mean To Scare You." "Oh, no no, it- it's not that, it's just.." "You Didn't Think Anyone Would Hear?" "Yeah." The animals watch your interactions curiously. "I'm not usually one to speak to strangers."

"Well, Then I May As Well Introduce Myself! We Wouldn't Be Strangers Anymore Then." A cheeky grin makes its way onto his face.

You smile amusedly at this.

He bows, making your smile grow a little. "My Name Is Blue, A Knight Of The Swappe Kingdom. It's A Pleasure To Meet You!"

You stand up, bowing back to him. A gesture he's pleasantly surprised by. You tell him your name, "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Sir Blue. A Knight all the way out here in the woods? Whatever could be the occasion?" You smile, raising a brow.

"Well, I Happened To Be Travelling With A Companion Of Mine To Go Find Any Quests To Complete. Ah, I've- I've Left Him Behind!- ..I'm..Sure He Can Handle Himself Just Fine."

You chuckle, putting your hand over your mouth. He smiles sheepishly.

"See, I'd Heard You And..I Really Wanted To Know Who Owned Such A Nice Sounding Voice. So I Ran Over Impulsively."

You smile. "Well..I'm happy you liked it." Your face flushes a little. "I'm a bit..shy about it. I don't usually sing in front of people."

"I Can Understand That, But In Truth Your Voice Is Very Lovely! You Shouldn't Hide It."

"Well..thank you." you mutter in reply.

There's a comfortable moment of silence, before Blue disturbs the peace. "Ah, I..I Should Be Heading Back Now."

"Yes.. um..it was nice meeting you, Blue." "Could I..See You Again?" "Where?" "Here, Tomorrow?" "I'd like that." You smile, him smiling at you in return before he hears his companion shout for him. He's startled, abruptly starting to back up.

"I'll See You Soon!" He shouts, running away out of sight. "I'll be here!" You shout back, grinning as he fades from your view. You turn back to the animals, finding them a bit more smug than they were before..

"Don't look at me like that!" You shout, your face flushing brighter as you're met with various animal noises.

"Blue, There You Are! Whatever Happened?" "I Wanted To Go Investigate Something, Sorry If I Worried You."

Papyrus sighs. "Very Well, But Don't Go Running Off Without Telling Me Why Next Time!" "Understood!" Blue chuckles as they walk along the path they'd intended to before.

#sleeplessflower's fairytale series #swap sans x reader #underswap sans x reader #undertale x reader #sans au x reader #gender neutral reader

[soggytapeworm]

Round 2 Result Summary

Songs Remaining:

Vampire Reference in a Minor Key

Dr. Sunshine Is Dead

Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones)

Cotard's Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca)

The Song with Five Names, a.k.a. Soapbox Tao, a.k.a. Checkmate Atheists! a.k.a. Neospace Government, a.k.a. You Can Never Know

Front Street

Love, Me Normally

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA

…well, better than the alternative

Cicada Days

Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

Against The Kitchen Floor

Your Body, My Temple

Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture

Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)

Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

When Somebody Needs You [Song]

Songs Eliminated (in Round 2 ONLY):

Becoming The Lastnames

Misanthrapologist

That’s Enough, Let’s Get You Home.

Venetian Blind Man (Song)

The First Step

Welcome to Camp Here & There

Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D.

Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll

Ferryman

White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?)

Yes, to Err is Human, So Don’t Be One. (Song)

Under A Technicolor Sky

Mr. Fregoli and the Diathesis-Stress Supermodel, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Con (An Untitled Track)

Willard!

Everything is a Lot

2012

Um, it’s Kind of a Lot

Everything Is A Lot:

3 songs left (Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones), Front Street, Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture)

10 songs eliminated (6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con), ¡Aikido! (Neurotic / Erotic), White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?), Cover This Song (A Little Bit Mine), Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D., Red Moom, Lysergide Daydream, The First Step, Jimmy Mushrooms’ Last Drink: Bedtime in Wayne, NJ, Everything is a Lot)

SELF-iSH:

4 songs left (Dr. Sunshine Is Dead, Cotard's Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca), The Song with Five Names, a.k.a. Soapbox Tao, a.k.a. Checkmate Atheists! a.k.a. Neospace Government, a.k.a. You Can Never Know, Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In!)

4 songs eliminated (Self-, 2012, Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tulpamancer's Prosopagnosia/Pareidolia (As Direct Result of Trauma to the Fusiform Gyrus), -Ish)

The Normal Album:

5 songs left (Love, Me Normally, BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA, …well, better than the alternative, Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!), Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

5 songs eliminated (2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.), I / Me / Myself, Outliars and Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples, Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave, Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world)

In Case I Make It:

3 songs left (Vampire Reference in a Minor Key, Cicada Days, Against The Kitchen Floor)

13 songs eliminated (Tomcat Disposables, Becoming the Lastnames, Euthanasia, Falling Up, Um, it’s Kind of a Lot, Half-Decade Hangover, You Liked This (Okay, Computer!), The Main Character, Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll, Big Fat Bitchie’s Blueberry Pie, Christmas Tree, and Recreational Jell-o Emporium a.k.a. “Mr. Boy is on the Roof Again” (Feat. Pasta by Sneakers McSqueakers) [From “B.F.B.’s B-Sides: Bagel Batches, Marsh-Mallows, & Barsh-Mallows”], Willard!, White Noise)

Camp Here & There:

2 songs left (Your Body, My Temple, When Somebody Needs You [Song])

10 songs eliminated (Welcome to Camp Here & There, Morning Announcements, Venetian Blind Man (Song), Good Morning, Campers!, The Rhumba of Death, Yes, to Err is Human, So Don’t Be One. (Song), Under A Technicolor Sky, Afternoon Announcements, Under A Monochromatic Sky, Evening Announcements)

Others:

0 songs left

6 songs eliminated (Misanthrapologist, …And If I Did, You Deserved It., Ferryman, Wealth & Hellness, Alma Mater, Mr. Fregoli and the Diathesis-Stress Supermodel, Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Con (An Untitled Track))

#will wood #will wood music #william woodiam #will wood and the tapeworms #icimi #will wood icimi #the normal album #tna #will wood the normal album #wwattw #wwatt #will wood self ish #self ish #will wood eial #eial #everything is a lot #wee woo #i was gonna do all eliminated songs list but my brain is dying #a for attempt

[rouecentric]

Hello! Your posts are really fun and enjoyable to read. If you don't mind, may I ask Platonic yandere Florentia and Perez from I shall master this family manhwa? Maybe a little romantic yandere Gallahan? Thanks in advance ^ω^

WFHQFJEWGEWGW- HELLO?? i'm a big fan of your writing!! thank's for reading my posts, two platonic yanderes and one romantic yandere is on the way! <3

now how did you even get a prince and a daughter of the infamous lombardy family attached to you??? AND a respectful and puppy-like father having a crush on you?? damn you must be special

-You have worked in the Lombardy dukedom ever since Beatrice was pregnant with Florentia, being her personal maid and both a voluntary library assistant, taking care of her was your top priority as well as hanging out with her whenever she has free time

-Well, you were bound to be acquaintances with Gallahan as he was her fiancee, although not being seen as one by his family

-Although only being officially as her maid, you taught yourself both swordsmanship and archery in case the lady was ever in danger or in an uncomfortable situation

-When Beatrice died during labor, successfully giving birth to Florentia, Rulac gave you some time to take care of the baby, as one of Beatrice's last words were to assign you as Florentia's godmother

-After that, the head assigned you a new job, requiring you to go work with the imperial family, becoming one of the second prince's maids

-Although you left, you wrote letters to Gallahan regarding Florentia and how she's doing, sometimes going as far as to sending gifts that you thought she'd like

-Despite working under the empress, you disregarded her ordering the staff to slowly poison Perez, instead you started growing crops and vegetables in a nearby place but hidden well enough to be hard to notice, as well as foraging for various berries and edible mushrooms to cook or boil for the second prince to eat without other's knowing, as well as making random medicines from a book you read back in the lombardy dukedom

-Thankfully, no one caught you, making the prince get healthier overtime, but you had to ask him to pretend that he was still sick, promising to give him candy by the end of the day, which worked!

-Your friendship with the second prince, Perez, is seen as rather tight knit, with him either calling you by your nickname, or in rare cases, mom, he started saying it more after his own mother died

-I mean, why wouldn't he? You practically raised him together his mother, you even tried nursing her back to health! You told him that you wouldn't leave him! He's really dependant on you, but won't you let him do that in his crumbling childhood? No one here is on his side, except the kind and loveable you

-When he first met Florentia, you two were foraging in the forest, disguising it as the prince wanted to go outside, but you were hiding between the trees when the young lady introduced herself, then going to the prince right before they could end their conversation

"Well thank you, miss Florentia, for taking care of Perez for me," you announced, standing beside the boy, handing out a white envelope to her "Bring this to Gallahan when the two of you are back home." you ordered.

Before Florentia could say anything, there were shouts from the front, seemingly looking for the young Lombardy. So she said her goodbye's and went back, hiding the letter from everyone.

.

.

When they were back home, Florentia tugged on her father's, Gallahan's, hand.

"Do you need anything, tia?" the older man asked, looking at her with a happy expression, but that soon changed to one of an apalled face when the younger Lombardy gave him a letter, immediately recognizing who it's from because of the stamp.

He rather quickly took the envelope from Florentia, saying a quick 'thank you' before going to his room, seemingly going to open it.

-After that, you waited while taking care of the young prince to the best of your abilities, telling him stories you made up on the spot whenever he had a hard time sleeping, even sometimes singing a lullaby if it seems he has a nightmare

-But after multiple weeks, Florentia and her grandfather, Rulac, went to the front of the second prince's living place outside, talking just outside the door. So you and the prince immediately went outside, greeting the head of the Lombardy dukedom while Perez ran up to Florentia and hugged her

-When the prince was given an actual palace and finally acknowledged by his father, it was time for you to go back to the Lombardy dukedom, as your job here was finished, of course, Perez first tried to argue with you that you were his maid, but the palace already had every worker they needed, leading you to resign from being Perez's maid, which practically broke his heart, how could you? Why are you throwing him away? Was he not good enough?

-Of course, you weren't swayed by his attempt at manipulating you, and so you went back to the Lombardy dukedom, becoming Florentia's guard due to your immense power and knowledge in swordsmanship and archery

-When you fully introduced yourself as her mother's ex-maid, her godmother AND her bodyguard, safe to say Florentia was not only at awe, but shocked!

-Gallahan was overjoyed when you returned back to the dukedom, happy to see that everything went well, but what he won't be happy about is you teasing him

-As the godmother of Florentia, you gained a habit of spoiling her, anything she looks at for longer than four seconds will be brought to her bedroom on her table

-Because of how close the two of you became, Tia became rather quickly obsessed with you! She's constantly singing praises about how strong and talented you are, comparing other staff members to you as if you're the standard! She want's others to know how amazing you are! and trust me, they will listen, no matter what time it is or what's currently happening, you're top priority

-Now let's go back to you and Gallahan

-Although he can be serious and intimidating at times, he's usually soft and submissive(sobbing) like a puppy, so you always take that to your advantage whenever you want to harmlessly tease him, of course, his face always heats up, looking like a tomato and starts rapidly stuttering

-But don't be discouraged, he really likes it! Even though he wishes he could do the same to you back, it always backfires with you returning the teasing!

-From teasing to him staring at you for long amounts of time whenever you're in the same room as him, seemingly dazed

-Florentia, as always, catches on and decides to help her father, as she always wanted you to be her other parent, so, she drops hints! Like how nice that hairstyle fits you! "those colors look stunning on you today (nickname), right, dad?"

-Basically does anything in her power to get her father to realise his feelings

-But he realised them when he was sick, because you took care of him, not caring if it makes you sick in the end

-Once he realises it, Gallahan gets protective over you, he absolutely dislikes it if any other man is looking at you and tries to hide you from their view with his body

-Another thing that changes with Gallahan is that he gets clingier, basically, get the number of how much he was clingy, but duplicate it a thousand times

-He has multiple pages of you in various wedding dresses he prepared ifwhen you two get married

-Did I mention that he daydreams about you?

-Once you and Gallahan get married, prepare to not be able to leave your chambers, I'm not joking

#manhwa #headcannons #manhwaxreader #yandere #yandere manhwa x reader #yandere manhwa #manhwa x reader #i shall master this family! #romantic yandere #platonic yandere #tw yandere #cw yandere #tw obsessive love #tw obsessive behavior #tw obsession #male yandere #yandere male #female yandere #yandere female #platonic yandere x reader #romantic yandere x reader #tw gaslighting #tw manipulation

[snowsiamese]

Giant/Tiny Ideas/Headcanons That Warm my Soul Part 2:

This is a Part 2 of my previous headcanon list! Again this list is just my silly little ideas that comfort me

Borrowers who use leaves/paper as a glider or parachute to land softly on the ground

Giants that are scaredy cats and have severe anxiety to the point where their tiny friend protects them and cares for them

Giants giving sweet nicknames to their tiny friend such as “Little Buddy” or “Little One”

A Giant teacher that teaches human children and is super sweet to them. The children even play on their teacher’s hand and give little presents

Borrowers that hollow out mushrooms or tree logs to use as a house

Kaiju’s that are over protective of their special tiny and will kill/devour anyone that hurts or threatens them

Tinies using scarfs as a blanket, wrapping themselves up in it

Tinies with yoinkable clothing such as having hoodies or capes where the giant can just pick them up

Tinies cuddling on a giants chest with them falling asleep to the giant’s soft rhythmic heartbeat

Giants picking trees like flowers to make a bouquet for their tiny, regardless of the tiny can hold the trees

Giants softly rubbing a tiny’s head with the tip of their finger, whispering comforting words to the tiny

Borrowers that live in businesses such as grocery stores or jewelry stores, hidden away and observe the humans

Borrowers that live in a movie theater, eating popcorn and candy off the ground and seats and sees all the films for free

Tiny rescued merfolks living in an huge aquarium. They were rescued by oil spills or a barbed net. Luckily a human found them and gave them a safe home

Giants who tease their tiny prey by allowing them to get a head start and then easily pinning them down, basically playing a game of cat and mouse

Tinies getting drunk after falling into a glass of wine/alcohol unattended

Giants who use tinies as fidget toys (with the tiny’s consent)

Feral giants picking up tinies by their mouth like a mother cat with her kitten

Tinies who can only hug the giants finger as that’s all they can manage

Tinies that are too proud to ask for help but need to be lifted up somewhere or pushing something

Tinies who do the ‘gimme gimme’ hands when they want to be picked up and cuddled

Kisses between tinies and giants. The lips of the giant completely covers the tiny while the giant has a bunch of tiny kids marks on their lips/cheek

Tinies who just steals food off the giants plate with no hesitation. The giant’s now left wondering “how will they eat that entire slice of garlic bread”

Tiny dentists that work on giants’ mouth as they can be more precise and get all the plaque off their teeth

Giants that are very nervous about using utensils and other tools around a tiny

Giants who visit the local village/town to play with tinies, but when they arrive the town is deserted

The vibrations giants make as they walk closer and closer to the village/town, causing the ground to shake

Tinies that help with wounds that Giant can’t fix/heal like lacerations that need to be precisely stitched up or a bad splinter

Tinies sleeping in their trusted Giant’s belly. The tiny curls up against the soft and squishy tummy wall as they sleep, knowing their safe

Mouth Play where the Giant pops the tiny in their mouth and starts to savor the Tiny’s taste, not caring about their protests but then spits them out, leaving the tiny covered in saliva

Tinies that get put in the jail jar for biting the Giant along with other feisty actions. The tiny then pouts until they are let out

Giant carpenters that design custom furniture for tinies such as beds, desks, chairs, etc

Tinies who perch on the Giant’s shoulder for a better look at the world around them

Chubby Giants getting all flustered when the tiny sits on their massive stomach, lovingly staring at them

Giants pouting when the Tiny doesn’t want to play with them. They then cuddle the tiny while whining

I had super fun writing this! I’ll continue with a part 3 if you guys want it! I appreciate all the reads 💜

#giant #tiny #giant/tiny #giant/tiny scenarios #giant/tiny headcanons #giant/tiny community #giant/tiny angst #giant/tiny fluff #g/t #g/t fearplay #g/t fluff #g/t safe vore #giant/tiny safe vore #g/t community #g/t related #g/t fandom #giant/tiny fandom #giant monsters #kaiju #gentle giant #kaiju giant #borrowers #g/t ocs #g/t writing #giant tiny #giant monster #giant/tiny writer #g/t angst #g/t shitpost #g/t vore

[verai-marcel]

Your Hearth Is My Home (BG3 Fanfic, Astarion x Female Reader, Part 9 of ?)

Summary, Notes, Tags, & Part 1 are here.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

AO3 Link is here, my dear.

Word Count: 4892

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Act I, Chapter 9 - The Creche

When the sun rose over the canyon, you had already been awake for a half-hour, making breakfast. You had found some wild rice by the water and cooked it with some vegetables and herbs, making a light congee. It bubbled and steamed, and the addition of some wild mushrooms added a nice savory flavor without having to add meat. You wished you had some eggs, but this would have to do. 

Squatting down next to the fire, you slowly stirred the pot to prevent the bottom from burning, your mind floating along quietly. You didn’t notice that Astarion had snuck up and knelt beside you until he peered into the pot with you.

“Gah!” You jolted back, grabbing at your rapidly beating heart.

He smirked. “You really should pay more attention, my dear.”

You glared at him. “I’m… I’m concentrating on the food,” you muttered, turning your gaze back to the food.

“I can see that.” Then he looked at you with a more serious expression. “About last night…” He looked away for a moment, then cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t mind if you did that again. Brushing my hair, I mean.”

You blinked, surprised by his request. “Erm, sure. Just let me know.”

He nodded, then stood up. “Well, it looks like everyone else is hungry for”—he gestured dismissively at the pot—“whatever this is.”

Looking around, you noticed the others beginning to come out of their tents. By the time you looked back at Astarion, he had already walked away from you as if nothing had happened. You smiled to yourself.

I did not expect that from him.

***

The party left to explore the monastery, and hopefully find the creche, while you and Halsin were left behind to tend to the camp. In between your chores, you asked him about his life. You were delighted to hear that he had many stories to tell. It was a fascinating look into the events of the past, as you had only read about some of them in history books. He was so much older and wiser than you, and yet there was a humbleness to him that you really appreciated. Like he was still trying to figure himself out after a couple of centuries.

After the midday meal, you sat beneath the shade of a tree and stared out at the canyon beyond. The light breeze made the branches and leaves rustle softly, and the sounds of birds chirping nearby made you feel at peace. Before you knew it, your eyes started to slide shut and you fell into a light sleep.

***

1488 DR, Four Years Ago

The smell of blood and death suffocated you as you carefully pushed your way out of the cabinet that you had been hiding in. Working for a masked Lord of Waterdeep wasn’t the most glamorous of jobs, but you had mostly stayed out of trouble and had avoided being the target of assassins and other ne'er-do-wells. If anything ever happened to you, it was mostly because you happened to be nearby. 

Forever a victim of happenstance.

This night was no exception. Five non-humans were dead in this conference room, and you didn’t do anything to stop it. Couldn’t do anything.

Earlier, you had come to the conference room with a tray of drinks and refreshments for a group of up-and-coming politicians of various backgrounds who had come to have a meeting with your lord. You passed on the message that the lord was held up with a prior appointment that was running long, and to please enjoy these refreshments while they waited. 

You had brushed their hands as you handed them drinks to gauge their emotional state, just as your lord had told you. 

“Take a look at them, see if they are open and willing to talk. You can do it, can’t you? You’re so good at reading people, after all.”

They seemed a little agitated, but otherwise, they seemed relatively neutral. You were going to report back to your lord, but when one of them spilled their drink, you went to the adjacent storage room to look for rags to clean with. You had heard the door to the conference room open and close around the corner, but you thought nothing of it. 

Just as you were about to come back out, you heard the sound of metal being unsheathed, and quickly stepped quietly backwards until you found the large cabinet at the back of the storage area. Hiding inside, you covered your ears and waited until the screaming and other sounds stopped. When you heard nothing, you uncovered your ears.

Footsteps came into the storage room. Your heart beat so loudly that you were afraid that they could find you with just the thumping from your chest. 

But then they moved away, and the conference room door opened and closed. You counted to a hundred before you slowly stepped out.

Now here you were, picking your way around the pools of blood and the corpses. This wasn’t the first time you had to walk around dead bodies, but it was certainly the first time you had been so close to the causation of such.

Immediately returning to your lord, you reported the deaths.

“Ah, the mercenaries came sooner than expected.”

You raised your eyebrows. He knew they were coming?

“Don’t look so surprised. I have to remove the filth, after all.” Your lord sat back and smiled arrogantly. “After all, can't let their kind have any kind of power.”

You fumed silently as you carefully kept your expression blank. He’s a fucking racist? I’ve been working under this trash for the past nine years and never known? Fuck me.

“Erm, my lord, may I be dismissed for the night?”

He waved you off, as if you were nothing but an afterthought.

As you walked down the fortress halls back to your modest quarters, you immediately began planning for your escape. There was no way you were staying here any longer. Even though you had nowhere else to go.

You’d find a place. Somewhere.

***

1492 DR, Present Day

You jolted awake, your neck a bit sore from sleeping in a weird position against the tree. You hadn’t thought about that night for such a long time that you wondered why your subconscious decided to dredge it up from your repressed memories. Shaking your head, you got up, stretched, and continued your chores.

As evening approached, you were a bit surprised to see that the party hadn’t returned yet.

You were alone at the campfire, debating if you should make a stew or not, when there was a rustling in the bushes. Halsin was meditating by the tree that overlooked the canyon, so you started to slowly walk over to him, hoping that you were being casual enough not to alert whatever or whoever had snuck close.

A loud screech burst from the bush and two creatures leapt out. The firelight illuminated their red scales and black, sharp claws. Their flame colored eyes glowed slightly, reflecting the campfire.

Kobolds.

“Weakling!” one of them hissed.

You felt offended, even though you knew it was right. You didn’t look particularly threatening. Then you fled in fear as they brandished sharp daggers at you.

“Halsin!” you screamed. 

He was already up and running towards you as you were sprinting towards him with kobolds on your heels. The archdruid leapt into action, quite literally. You saw him transform into a bear mid-jump and land on the two unsuspecting creatures, crushing their small bodies beneath his mighty paws. Turning away as the sounds of bones snapping and kobold screeches filled the air, you hid behind the tree and cowered, covering your ears.

You hated such gruesome sounds of violence. It… reminded you of bad memories.

You remained in your spot, curled up in a ball with your head between your arms, until Halsin walked into your view. He knelt down and looked at you, sympathy in his eyes.

“It’s alright. They’re gone. And I cleaned up everything.”

You slowly moved your arms away from your ears and looked up at him. “I, um, thank you,” you stammered.

He held out his hand. You took it, and let him help you stand. “I’m alright,” you said as you walked with him to the campfire. “I don’t care too much about the sights, it’s the sounds that get to me.”

Halsin nodded. “I understand.” Then he suddenly turned his head towards the pathway out of camp. “I think they’re coming back.”

You sighed. “And no stew to welcome them back with,” you muttered.

But you need not have worried. The others returned, Karlach carrying a large bird over her shoulder.

As they regaled you with tales of their adventures in the monastery, and finding the creche entry, you butchered the bird into small enough pieces that could be cooked quickly. Gale helped you season the meat, using Mage Hand to skewer the pieces onto some long sticks, making the work go quicker to feed the hungry group.

“Not bad, wizard,” you said with a lopsided grin. “Guess those spells aren’t all just for show.”

“I do enjoy cooking, you know,” he said, using the summoned hand to deliver skewers to the group so they could cook over the fire. “I have quite the collection of spices and recipes in my tower in Waterdeep.”

“Ah, sounds lovely.”

“Did you have any favorite dishes when you lived there?”

Trying to fish for info, I see. “Not particularly.” 

He waited for a few moments, hoping you’d say more. When you remained silent, he just took the rest of the skewers from your pile. “Ah, well, I’ll pass these out, you get cleaned up and join us.”

You nodded. After cleaning off all the butchering bits from yourself, you sat down by the fire, squeezing in between Shadowheart and Karlach, grabbing a skewer for yourself.

“So anything happen at camp while we were away?” Shadowheart asked.

“Um, nothing much,” you said nervously.

“A pair of kobolds ambushed us,” Halsin said.

Everyone gasped and turned to you.

Godsdammit, doesn’t he know when to not say anything? I don’t want any attention.

“Are you alright?”

“I knew we should have searched for more of them.”

“They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

You held your hand up to stop their chatter. “I’m fine, clearly. Halsin took care of them, crushed them dead.”

You were lying between your teeth; the sounds of death, though necessary for your survival in this case, still rattled around in your head, and thus, still rattled you. But you were determined to fake being fine until you could get over it.

Shadowheart’s gaze assessed you for injuries. “You don’t seem wounded, but let me know if you need a heal, alright?”

“Alright. Thank you.”

Everyone gave you another look of concern before the conversation moved forward with their plans for the next day. You left to prepare everyone’s tents and clean up the rest of the cooking area, quietly letting their voices wash over you, becoming white noise as your head emptied and you just worked without thinking.

You realized you were done faster than usual. Or perhaps you were so engrossed in your work that you didn’t notice the time passing. Everyone else had already headed off to bed, including Astarion. He caught you staring in his direction just as he was about to enter his tent.

“What?” he mouthed to you.

“Are you hungry?” you mouthed back.

He smiled and crooked a finger in a come hither gesture. 

Raising an eyebrow, you walked towards him. Did he not find anything to drink today?

Astarion only smirked. “Coming to me so obediently, with your cheeks all flushed.”

You frowned. You were working in front of the fire, of course your cheeks were red. And you didn’t want to be yelling across the camp. Dammit. “That’s not why—”

“I fed earlier, darling,” he interrupted. “Kobolds are spicier than I expected.”

You snorted at his odd comment.

“But if you’d like”—he twirled a bit of his hair at the base of his neck—“you could brush my hair tonight.”

Ah. This is his way of asking. “Sure.”

You entered the tent with him, and knelt beside his bedroll once more. He slipped off his boots and sat on his bedroll, his knees up, his arms resting on top of them. Taking the brush, the wooden handle worn smooth with time, you lifted yourself up slightly onto your knees so you could see the top of his head. You began to brush his hair with slow, deliberate movements, the only real sound in the tent against a backdrop of night insects and the occasional wind through the canyon. Astarion was, to your surprise, sitting quietly without being snarky or seductive. Just content to exist in the moment.

With his hair being so short, it didn't take long to finish, even though you took your time. It looked so soft that you wanted to run your fingers through it. 

"Can I… touch your hair?" 

"Hm? If you want," he said, almost as if he wasn't really paying attention. 

You took your gloves off and ran your fingers through his hair, your fingertips grazing along his scalp. It was just as soft as it looked and you reveled in the feeling.

He shivered.

"Sorry," you said, pulling your hands away.

Lightning fast, he grabbed them and pulled them back towards his hair. "Do that again."

He let go, and you obeyed. You could sense his pleasure through your touch, like soft bubbles of contentment. He trembled ever so slightly, but since you didn't sense any fear, you continued, giving him a gentle scalp massage. 

Astarion slowly sunk into your arms, sliding down to rest his head against your stomach, his back supported on your thighs. You rubbed his temples, eliciting a soft, pleased moan from deep in his throat. 

“Is this good?”

“More than good, darling.”

“Better than my blood?” you teased.

“I wouldn’t go that far. But it’s better than…” he trailed off.

“Than what?”

“Never mind,” he mumbled.

You filed away that comment for later to analyze when you were alone. For now, you only wanted him to feel comfortable, coddled, and cared for. 

Unbidden, you began to hum. From the depths of your memories, a melody of nature, of summer nights, and of…

Love?

Of all the songs in all the realms, why did this one pop into your head? But you didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, the song flowing past your lips without any thought.

After the song ended, you looked down to see scarlet eyes staring right back at you.

“Astarion?”

He blinked slowly. “Yes, darling?”

“Are you alright?”

He slowly smiled, like a cat that had eaten its fill. “Of course.” He closed his eyes again.

“Erm. Well then, I’m going to sleep.”

He didn’t move.

Huffing softly, you lifted his shoulders, pushing him to sit up as you moved your legs out from under him. As the feeling came back to your feet, you crawled towards the tent flap.

You heard your name being called softly, and you turned to him, expecting his usual attempt at seducing you into his bed.

Instead, he just looked at you with a slightly wistful expression. “Sweet dreams.”

Unable to stop yourself, you crawled back to him and pressed your forehead against his. “Sweet dreams.”

You left and walked back to your bedroll, replaying every word, every expression, and realized the soft smile on your lips was both unfamiliar and very well known.

After all, you had seen it on your parents’ faces whenever they had looked at each other.

Oh shit.

***

You hadn’t slept much, thanks to your sudden revelation last night. Did you really care for the vampire that much? But when you saw him in the morning, you felt your heart warm with fondness, and realized that yes, perhaps you did.

After a quick breakfast, the adventurers set off for another day of exploring the creche. Apparently it was a large place, and they had gotten the lay of the land, but there was still the matter of getting to the machine that Lae’zel believed would free them of their tadpole. While they were gone, your day passed quickly, as the others had previously brought back quite the pile of loot for you to sort through.

When they returned, with yet another pile of trinkets they had found, you just pointed at the travel chest. You’d sort it out tomorrow. For tonight, you kept yourself busy with making dinner and preparing their tents.

After supper and chores were done, you saw Gale staring at an ethereal image of a woman in the palm of his hand. You suddenly had a thought, and walked up to him.

“Gale?”

“Oh!” He waved his hand, and the illusion was gone. “Sorry. I was… miles away.”

You nodded. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“Not at all. What can I do for you?”

“Can you… can you teach me how to make an image of what I’ve seen before?”

He tilted his head. “Well, I can try. Your grasp of the Weave certainly seems… a bit different. But the theory of it might be similar enough.”

For the next twenty minutes, he tried to teach you how to create an illusion, using Shadowheart as your example subject. But the image always looked faint and distorted. Without a song, it was hard for you to manipulate the power needed to form an accurate representation from memory.

“I… I think I understand the concept, but I probably need to come up with a song to focus it.”

Gale nodded. “That makes sense. I hope it wasn’t that I was a bad teacher.”

“No, not at all!” You reached out to touch his arm, and you sensed some insecurity in him. You patted him amicably. “You’re a fine teacher, I’m just a very odd and eccentric student.”

He smiled. “I appreciate that.” You noticed his gaze slide away to something behind you for a moment. “Was there anything else you wanted to learn?”

You shook your head. “I think I’m good, thanks.” I bet Shadowheart is coming up behind me.

Sure enough, when you turned, the half-elf was there, coming up to you. She was beautiful normally, but her camp clothes accentuated her curves and highlighted her graceful form even further. Even you couldn’t help but watch as she came closer.

“Sharing some magic, I see,” she said as she eyed your sorry excuse for an illusion.

You waved it away and nodded. “Yes, but I need to noodle on this spell on my own for a while. I’ll go take a short walk, clear my head.”

“Don’t go too far,” she said, sounding like a worried older sister.

“I won’t,” you replied with a smile. “I’ll stay within sight.”

You walked away to give them some space, but upon glancing back for a moment, you noticed they were standing closer together.

You smiled. Glad I left them alone.

***

"So, you were teaching her to make an image of me?"

"You could recognize yourself in that ball of light?"

Shadowheart playfully shoved Gale with her shoulder, bringing them closer together. "Come on, it wasn't that bad. It was a bit wobbly, but it was familiar enough."

Gale chuckled. "She did alright, considering that her spell casting method is"—he gestured with both hands—"a bit unusual."

He glanced over at Shadowheart, who was watching their friend walk towards the overlook. "Are you worried about her?"

Shadowheart turned to him, noticing for a moment how expressive his eyes were. "She said she felt like she was a liability, like she was holding us back."

Gale quietly let her continue.

"I told her she wasn't. I told her... she makes camp feel like home." She looked up at him. "Am I the only one who feels that way? Am I being selfish?"

He shook his head. "Not at all. She is a wonderful addition to our merry little troupe. Can't imagine traveling without her." He noted the relief on Shadowheart's face: subtle, but there all the same. 

"You needn't worry about being selfish,” he added, his voice soft. “From what I've seen, you're the farthest from."

She looked up at him, touched by his kind words. "Thank you, Gale." She tipped her head and smiled. "You're not so bad yourself."

***

It was past midnight, but you were obsessed, so you were wide awake. Standing by the tree on the overlook, you were mumbling a cantrip to yourself, something you had been working on for the past few hours. It was finally working how you wanted it to, and as you enunciated the words with more confidence, a small image of Astarion from the neck up flickered into shape before you, made of thin lines of flickering silver light. It wasn’t as good as the illusion you had seen Gale make, but it was a start. Perhaps it was the wording? Or the intonation?

So engrossed in your work that you didn’t realize someone was next to you until he spoke.

“Who’s that?”

You waved your hand and the image went away. Of course you didn’t hear Astarion coming up to you. The one person you wanted to surprise, and he was already here. Of course.

“I don’t know,” you lied, avoiding his gaze.

He stepped closer to you and delicately placed a finger under your chin, turning your head back to him. “Come now. You know you don’t lie very well.”

You huffed. “Just point out all my deficiencies, why don’t you,” you grumbled.

He smirked. “We’d be here all night, darling.”

You scowled, but the sound of his laughter lightened your expression, despite his bullying.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he finally said, his gaze piercing through you.

You sighed. There was no hiding it now. “Should I show you?”

He let go of you and stepped back, gesturing for you to go ahead.

Taking a deep breath, you began to sing, meeting his eyes. You stared at him, memorizing every angle, every curve of his face, and expressing what you found into the tone of your song.

Starlight, shine down tonight

To weave the view in my eyes

Trace out what I can see

In silver lines for thee

Illuminate

My vision

Revealed in light

Shining strands of magic sewed together a shimmering image of Astarion between your spread hands, a mirror image of the man, created from glowing silver threads. You were quite pleased with yourself; you had never gotten the image to be so clear before, and never a full body replica. It probably helped that your subject was right before you.

Astarion looked at his image and walked around it, observing it from all angles. You held your breath, watching his reaction.

“Is this how you see me?” His tone was neutral, and you wondered if he didn’t like it. 

“Yes, this is what I see.”

“A damn good looking fellow, I must say,” he commented, staring at his own face for a few moments. Turning back to you, he smiled his perfectly constructed smile. “So, do you think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course,” you said without hesitation before you realized you shouldn’t have been so open and honest. You didn’t need to feed his ego as well as his stomach. But now your opinion was out in the open. Might as well stand by your words.

“Oh, you’re such a sweetheart,” he said with a hint of coyness. He stepped closer to you. Caught in his gaze, you forgot to move as his hand reached up to tuck back a strand of your hair. His fingers grazed the shell of your ear.

Your slightly pointed ear. 

He tilted his head. "You're part elf?" 

You stepped back and moved your head away from his touch, letting your hair cover your ear again. "An ancestor somewhere in my family tree. That’s all I know." You weren’t entirely lying, so it was easier this time to fake it.

He didn’t seem to pick up on your falsehood. Instead, he stepped forward again. "That explains your natural beauty," he purred, leaning closer. "And your lovely singing."

You raised an eyebrow. Oh, he was laying it on thick tonight. 

"I wonder how you would sound, at the brink of ecstasy, with my name on your lips." 

Okay, you'd had enough. "I told you, you don’t have to flirt with me."

“But it’s so fun. Especially with you being so beautiful.”

“You don’t have to lie to me either.”

“Would I lie to you, darling?”

You raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief.

He sighed. “It’s called flattery. Harmless little lies to boost the spirit. Don’t tell me you’ve never flattered someone. Even to make them feel better?”

“I have”–you shrugged–“but I got tired of doing it.”

He hummed and looked at you, observing you like an interesting specimen.

"So you meant it when you said I was beautiful," he finally said quietly. 

Caught off guard by his tone change, you replied honestly. “Yes, I meant it.”

The changes in his face were fascinating as he looked a bit astonished and then pleased, preening at the praise. “Well. A genuine compliment.” He smiled. “I could do worse.”

You shrugged as you waved the illusion away. “If you ever need to see yourself again, I can sing this spell for you.”

He smiled, another one of his practiced grins meant to seduce. “Thank you, darling. But it's enough to know that I'm beautiful in your eyes.”

You grinned mischievously. “I wouldn't trust my sense of beauty, Astarion. After all, I thought that large orange mushroom on the side of that cliff was gorgeous.”

Astarion grimaced. “Gods, I had forgotten. Can't trust your aesthetic sense at all.”

You both looked at each other for a moment before you shared a laugh, together.

“Oh! Are you hungry?” you asked. You were tired, but you couldn’t leave him alone without asking.

His eyes glinted with barely concealed hunger at your question. “You sweet, generous thing. It’s like you know how to tempt me so.”

You rolled your eyes and you tilted your head. “Just take your snack, kitty cat.”

“What?” He stepped even closer now, and when you stepped back, you realized he had cornered you against the tree. “And why would you call me that?” he asked, his voice lowered.

You’d be scared from his tone of voice if you didn’t see the slight uptick on the corner of his mouth, as if he was hiding a laugh. You grinned at him. “Because you like having your hair brushed and you’re haughty about your looks.”

He smirked. “You cheeky little pup.” He grasped your chin in his hand, and you realized you could feel his emotions. 

…amusement…

Dipping his head down, he bit gently, his other hand cradling the back of your head. If anyone looked upon the two of you, you would have looked like lovers sharing a carnal kiss.

But you knew that you were just feeding a hungry friend. That’s all this was.

Right?

He pressed you against the tree and took three long pulls, the heat from your body entering his. Through the thin fabric of your clothes, you could feel his chest grow warmer with each gulp. After his third draw, he released you, taking his time to lick your wound of any stray drops before pulling back. His tongue darted out to lick the remaining blood from his lips as he closed his eyes and savored your taste.

“Ah, perfectly delicious, every time.”

With the late hour and expending more magic than normal, losing blood on top of that was making you feel a bit woozy. You remained leaning against the tree to steady yourself. “What do I taste like this time?” you asked curiously.

Astarion tapped his chin as he thought about the answer. “Somewhere between a rosé and a champagne. A bit bubbly, lighter, a little sweet with a hint of floral notes.”

You blinked. That was… a lot. “Oh. Well, I hope you liked it.”

“Always,” he murmured.

“That’s good.” Sleep nipped at your mind. “Well, I suppose I’d better go to bed. It’s much later than normal for me.” 

He stepped back and made a slight bow. “Have a good night, my dear.”

You took a step forward and stumbled. Welp, hello ground, time to meet my face.

When your face, in fact, did not hit the ground, you realized belatedly that Astarion had actually caught you. His hands were gripping your upper arms, and you could sense both the surprise and actual concern from his touch. You rebalanced yourself and stepped out of his grasp. “Thanks. Erm. Don’t tell anyone I almost fell on my face.”

“I suppose you owe me a favor then,” he said, extending his arm like an actual gentleman. “Allow me to escort you back to your bedroll, darling. Can’t let my favorite snack get damaged.”

His callback to you calling yourself a snack was not lost on you. “Lead the way, kitty cat.”

Astarion’s mock glare melted away into a wry smile. “You will pay for that, you know.”

You only laughed in response, and he soon joined you.

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Chapter 9 End notes: This is my longest chapter yet, and probably the most unedited, so I’m sorry if things don’t flow nearly as well as the others. But I had scenes in my head that had to play out, and I’m busy the rest of the weekend, so I figured I’d get this out to y’all first, and I can make minor edits later if I feel like it. Also, the song lyrics are written to the tune of the first verse of the song Sora from the anime The Vision of Escaflowne. Hope you enjoy!

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My Relationship With Nature

My current relationship with nature is overwhelmingly positive. Almost all my favorite activities revolve around or include nature in some way. I enjoy hiking whenever I have the time to, and regularly visit the trails near my apartment. I’m always very excited to come across a cool mushroom, plant, or animal and I really enjoy walking around and feeling connected to the environment. When I don’t have time for a full hike, I like to get outside and sit in the sun or look around for cool stuff in the grass or trees. Aside from physically being in nature, I also really enjoy learning about the environment, watching nature documentaries (anything with David Attenborough <3) and making art or music about various aspects of nature.

Just a little guy I found while hiking near my house in Guelph.

This attitude has stuck with me since childhood. Some of my earliest memories involve me flipping random objects outside to find cool bugs, looking for cool rocks or shells, and running around in the park climbing trees. Now that I have attended university and studied biology, I have developed an even greater appreciation for nature. My understanding of how things work and why things look or act a certain way have filled me with an ever-growing desire to get outside and see cool things in nature or to take a million pictures and then find out all about them when I get home. I also find that as I get older, I feel less inclined to spend time on my phone or watching Netflix, and getting outside and appreciating nature feels like an excellent way to disconnect and refresh my brain. I have some of my happiest and most productive days while or after I get outside and go for a walk through my local nature trails.

A baby mantis I found hiding in a big field in Cambridge, ON.

I developed my sense of place in nature in three main ways. One way I have been offered a sense of place was from my partner trading knowledge with me. While I have a background in botany and animal sciences, my partner has a deep love for fungi. This means that as we walk through a forest, we will constantly be looking for cool things to see and trading facts about what we find. Our mix of knowledge gives each of us a better understanding of the forest as a whole and contributes greatly to my sense of place while walking around. Another contributor to my sense of place in nature is my curiosity. As I walk around, I always enjoy knowing more about what I am seeing, and this leads me to actively search for knowledge about areas I go to and try to understand what I see around me. The other way I develop a sense of place is through self reflection. I find that being in nature and thinking about how I interact with it is a great way to ground myself and feel connected to the environment. Overall, my sense of place in nature comes both from building and reflecting on my own knowledge, and from incorporating new knowledge from people with alternative perspectives to mine.

Wild almond blossoms I found while hiking in the Judean Hills in Israel (the almonds tasted like death 0/10 would not recommend)

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Part 3

Actually making his way through the grasses was pretty easy once he got started. And soon, Steve's spirits were back up again. He was dry now too so he was feeling much better. Still, he wasn't quite sure where he was going. He knew of the cardinal directions, but he didn't know where exactly his house lied.

"Maybe I should've read more books on geography", he said to himself, kicking a stray pebble.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?", a smooth voice was heard from further down the path. But it was very oily sort of smooth.

Steve looked up and saw a very sharply dressed beetle. Something about him said bad news.

"I'm just a person trying to get home", Steve said, attempting to walk around with minimal contact when they got close.

The beetle grabbed his hand and twirled him around until his back was against the stem of a mushroom.

"What's the hurry? This neck of the woods gets real fun after dark. William Hargrove's the name. But pretty boys like you can call me Billy."

"Okay, Billy", Steve said as he shoved him away. "It was nice meeting you, but I've gotta get going." The sleave was rolling off him in waves and Steve needed to get away.

"Don't be in such a rush, princess. I know how to show you a good time~" He grabbed Steve's hand and kissed the back of it. An action that when Eddie did it, made him melt. Now he felt ice cold and like he needed a bath. Especially when Billy started to kiss up his arm.

"You're-!", Steve snatched his arm away. "Being awfully familiar. I don't even know you."

"I've told you my name already Toots, try to keep up."

"Toots?"

"Listen, you shouldn't be goin' home. The place to be is with me. And where I'm going someone like you could take center stage."

Steve raised a brow. "Me on a stage? Doing what?"

"With the face like yours, who gives a shit?"

It was official. He didn't like this guy. But beetles did have wings so...

"What if in exchange for performing, you fly me...up there", he pointed to a tree. From up there, he could see if he was getting anywhere close to home.

"Heh, pretty big order. You gonna sing big too?"

"Not sure what that means~", Steve said in a sing-song voice. "But if we have a deal~?"

He held out his hand which Billy took without a thought and pulled him into his arms. Was he actually going to get somewhere in his journey?

"I'll take you on a flight, pretty boy. But we're gonna go where I want."

Steve let out a gasp as they lifted into the air. Of course it couldn't be that easy. And Billy flew so fast and so wild, Steve couldn't even tell up from down, much less try and see if his house was in sight. After the trip, he was so disoriented, he didn't quite know what was going on until someone tried to take off his shirt.

That brought him back to reality and he shooed everyone out of the room, sort of swept up in the preparation. He realized he was in a dressing room and if the mannequin in the corner was any indication, that was his outfit for the evening. Steve let out a sigh. Didn't feel like he had much of a choice.

Maybe Billy would be more accommodating once he went through with this. He'd been keeping up his end after all.

"Just hope he doesn't expect a perfect performance with zero rehearsal."

Thankfully, Billy had kept to one part of his word. He really didn't have to do anything but stand on the stage and look pretty. Pretty being in an outfit that had him looking more insectoid, antenna and butterfly like wings to match. Even Steve had to admit that it felt a little nice to simply stand there and bask in the adoration of a bunch of strangers in the crowd.

It didn't quite feel the same as the way Eddie looked at him, or complimented him, but it was something. Then Billy twirled him too hard and the costume came apart. The next thing Steve heard was a bunch of boos.

To those with hard exoskeletons and feelers, Steve was much too squishy looking to be considered attractive. And it shouldn't have surprised him when Billy flipped like a coin.

"Sorry princess. Guess you're just too ugly."

That....that had cut a lot deeper than Steve had expected. He kept his eyes down as he was booed off stage and changed back into his own clothes, feeling delirious with emotion. No one even glanced at him as he left the club.

Night had completely fallen, which meant Eddie would've already came and went. He could've decided that Steve wasn't worth his time and wasn't even looking for him. Steve found a young tree to climb up onto and sit on a branch.

It was only a few feet of the ground but after being kidnapped, swimming, then drowning, walking for hours, and not a single meal to show for it, he was exhausted.

"Hey, you're still out here", Dustin said as he landed on the branch.

"Yeah I'm still here", Steve replied, not feeling up to conversation with a baby bird right now.

But Dustin must have been more empathetic then he seemed, because he just looked at him for a moment. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Apparently that was all it took because now the floodgates were opened. "I'm so, so tired. I'm hungry. And that-! That beetle!" His anger deflated as the last couple of hours caught up with him. "He said I was ugly", he said, voice full of dejection.

......"Is that it?"

"Dustin, just shut up. You don't understand."

"You're right. I don't. So he called you ugly, so what? Do you believe him?"

"It's not that simple-"

"It actually is. Did you feel flattered when those toads wanted to marry you?"

"No."

"And if the beetle wanted to marry you?"

"Barf."

"What if the fairy prince wants to?"

The way Steve's shoulders went up and he looked away with a look in his eyes that was both bashful and dreamy was all the answer Dustin needed.

"Alright then, that's settled. Eddie thinks you're pretty. S'all that matters." Dustin settled into Steve's side like he belonged there. His downy feathers were both soft and warm, perfect for a night that was starting to get cold.

"As for your hunger, I'll teach you how to forage tomorrow. It's about time you got some survival skills." Then Dustin let out a chirpy yawn and was almost immediately asleep. Steve decided to go with it and fell asleep next to him.

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Despite Steve's worries, Eddie was indeed looking for him, diligently in fact. He flew on Honey's back even as the autumnal gusts blew them both around and tossed orange leaves their way.

Every time he thought about Steve out there alone, it spurred him on. He had promised his mother that he would bring her son home.

Whenever he thought back to that night, he thought of what-ifs. The biggest one, what if he didn't leave and instead just stayed over for the next few hours just talking? Eddie would've been fine with that, even if his Uncle Wayne found them. Maybe they would've even done more than talking. Eddie certainly wouldn't have turned away from a kiss.

He was so lost in that thought, it was only thanks to Honey that they didn't collide with an old well.

"Thanks Hon. And sorry. Gotta focus. Gotta focus."

When he found Steve he was never letting him go.

A/N: Steve and Thumbelina are actually the same character in that they are constantly put into situations and judged on superficial features and in this essay I will

Part 5

Tag team:

@telidina

@novelnovella

@ajeff855

@mars-the-witch

@ceejay-955

@punctualhowell

@child-of-cthulu

@estrellami-1

@cupcakesnwhiskey

@spectrum-spectre

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #thumbelina au #steve harrington #i am in fact a lover of harringrove #but billy is perfectly greasy for the beetle

[clovercrafted]

CLOVERCRAFTED'S BUILDTOBER 2022

hello and welcome to clovercrafted's buildtober 2022 edition! an event created to hopefully challenge and inspire people to build during the month of October!

So how do I do this thing?

Simple! There is a theme for each day of October (that's 31 days thus 31 themes) and you build something in Minecraft for that theme. For example for day 9. Witch Hut you could build your own witchy cottage or improve the existing vanilla one, its all up to you how to interprit the theme!

Can I use mods, texture packs, anything that isn't part of vanilla minecraft?

Of course you can!

Do I have to do these things in order? Can't I just do any day I want?

I mean you could but that kind've defeats the whole aspect of the challenge here. Try to keep the themes in the correct order, of course this rule doesn't apply if you're doing this after the event has finished!

What if I miss a day/ What if I end up super busy during October/ What if I plain just forget?

Not a problem! If you miss a day, feel free to upload late, this isn't a test where you get a little score at the end of it, it's just for fun! Of course the point is to try to hit every day but don't stress if you can't or forget to!

Wait so I can go at my own pace if I don't feel like pushing myself/ Can I skip days?

Sure! If you don't wanna stress yourself out you can go at whatever pace you see fit, those who want the challenge can do the daily uploads and you can vibe with the list for as long as you want.

Wait! What's this about a tag list? Can I still get involved?

The tag list for buildtober was created as an interest check for those who wanted to be notified as soon as this went live, don't worry, anyone can still join. This list is getting released at the start of September so people have a whole month to get builds made and make plans!

Sweet I think I know what I'm doing now!

That's great! If you have any questions feel free to shoot me an ask here or on my main blog @smothsmajor

You can upload your first build on October 1st your timezone, feel free to tag me @clovercrafted and remember to use the tag #clovers buildtober 2022 so I can reblog all your creations!

Image I.D and tag list under the cut

image I.D: a photograph of a autumn forest of muted greens and browns with text overlayed on top. The text reads:

Clovercrafted's Buildtober

Pumpkin spice, 2. Haunted, 3. Wither rose, 4. Graveyard, 5. Deep dark, 6. Overgrown, 7. Spider Wed, 8. Abandoned, 9. Witch Hut, 10. Rust, 11. Mushroom, 12. Magic, 13. Soul Fire, 14. Honey, 15. Ruins, 16. Snow, 17. Candy, 18. Dimensions, 19. Mangrove, 20. Buried, 21. Woodland, 22. Wizard, 23. Dripstone, 24. Candles, 25. Alchemy, 26. Monochrome, 27. Hallowed, 28. Gothic, 29. Alpine, 30. Glow, 31. Home

@valiantlytransparentwhispers, @not-from-mars, @penguinkool, @moonstonemoonlight, @lurker-extraordinaire-657645, @wjbminecraft, @auggofroggo, @clustercraft, @duckmumbo, @scottsmajwhore, @goodtimeswithetho, @cobble-stone, @violence-as-a-love-language, @robella-mc, @jbry, @unendingmonologue, @nostories-justheadcannons, @halloweensoularis, @death-headed, @cloversposts, @buildmarts, @cottage-werewolf, @skelement, @taran-wanderer, @cherrileaf, @slightly-stable, @voiidcupid, @mylmanburg, @fearofthev0id, @yellowjeans, @thefrogbin, @forestagain, @awful-roffle, @bullfrogr, @evilest-opossum, @stardusts-corner, @trees-to-meet-you, @ridiculysscraft, @notafrogblog, @who-needs-braincells, @bloomcraft, @effectedelk

#minecraft #mineblr #minecraft bedrock #minecraft java #clovers buildtober 2022

[alilgoblinthinks]

To Make a Goblin Altar

These are my initial thoughts about how to make an altar with a goblincore theme/how the goblins would make altars in the fictional goblin culture I've been creating. 

These tips are definitely a little biased and based on what I have on my own witchcraft altar at home, but I haven’t seen anyone else creating a Goblin Witch Path so I guess I’m creating it all myself! Feel free to take some of these ideas or even comment some other suggestions/questions. I am slowly building this path and the goblin culture around it so I will probably add or change some things as I go. 

1. The Surface; traditionally goblins used to collect items on top of tree stumps or smooth boulders to create an altar. In more recent times goblins favour a chest of drawers which they can store collections or tools under the altar to share the power. 

2. Imagery; images of goblins is essential, either deities, family members, or a mirror to see the self in the magical space. 

3. Jars; goblins will collect their most precious treasures or ingredients in glass jars and will display these on the altar. 

4. Boxes/Plates/Bowls/Tins; goblins use vessels in a lot of their magick, some of these inherited, others created by the goblin themselves.

5. Divination Tools; goblin divining often involves charms, unique handmade runes, bones, or other objects from nature. 

6. Light; goblins view an altar is ‘working’ or ‘on’ when it is lit up by something. They may use candles, small lights, even glow-in-the-dark objects to achieve this effect. 

7. Noise makers; there will often be something on a goblins altar that makes a noise, whether that be bells, rattles, shakers, drums, singing bowls, or breathing instruments like harmonicas or ocarinas. 

8. Nature Treasures; goblins value what they find in nature, and showing parts of their collections on the altar is important. These might include mushrooms, crystals, shells, bones, leaves, flowers, sea glass, pebbles, water they’ve collected, even sticks if they have space! 

That’s all I have for now, but I thought this was a good starter kit without getting too specific yet. Thank you for reading! 

UPDATE: I am collecting my goblin posts on a masterpost here!

#goblin #goblincore #goblinwitch #witchcraft #witch #types of witches #pagans #paganism #goblinculture #gremlincore #altar #altar ideas #altar tools #altar tips #witch path #goblin altar

[honeyspiders10]

Hello, travelers!

This a collab with @nerdysleepybunny <3 we've written part one of our book together! I hope you enjoy travelers!

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Angel Meets Demon - Act 1

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A young ten year old boy was foraging for mushrooms in the forest near his home. He was looking for certain types of mushrooms. Morals and chanterelle mushrooms. These were his favorites to eat.

On his journey, crunching through the fall leaves, he came across a fiery circle. It was covered in moss and was quite beautiful. But he was aware of the danger of the formation and kept his distance. The animals talked about fairy rings often.. Specifically the foxes and opossoms. His creature friend, Hana, who is a skunk, tells him every now and again about how some of her fellow skunks tell stories about fairy rings. So, he has full caution when approaching. He remembered something Hana had told him; That if you left an offering, the fearies would thank you and not harm you. Therefore, he left a rock, a quite beautiful rock he had found on his travels foraging. He bowed to the circle and wandered a couple of inches away. Not too far, but far enough to not accidentally step in.

He heard the birds screech and caw. “What on Earth?” He thought. The noises they were making translated through him, “Run! Demon in the forest! Demon in the forest!” They yelled. He tilted his head curiously. "What are they going on about?" It’s not dark… nothing comes out of the day time…. He brushed it off as the birds being dramatic as per usual and continued foraging for his dinner.

An hour past, and he had collected enough mushrooms for his and Hana’s supper. He headed back through the trees and tall greenery. He made it back toward the fairy ring and saw what looked like a black hole… floating? He peaked into the hole and didn’t see anything. He just put it off as another forest mystery and started to walk back to his little cabin… until.. He heard screaming and crying....

To have light… there will always have to be darkness.

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Thanks for ready travelers! I hope you enjoyed it!

#creative writing #collaboration #orginal character #demon meets angel #angel meets demon #charlie stories

[justablah56]

Hiiii:3

I am becoming obsessed withyour wittle buny guy!!!!! I must know more about him here is a list of questions about the sweet baby

1. On a scale of 1-10 how much trauma dose he have?

2. Pronouns? I know at least he is there but any all silly gender stuff goin on?

3. What are his opinions on mac and cheese? He looks like the type of guy to like mac and cheese

4. Do his parents love him? Are they alive?

5. Dose he draw/write/play music/do plays/etc?

6. Can i take him home with me and keep him in my pocket

7. How old is he

8. Is he from a human-bunny world of is he the only bunny person in a human world (is it like a spongebob where everyone is an animal or like a paddington bear where everyone else is a normal human)

9. whats going on mentally with him? He got adhd? Autism? Dyslexia? Hallucinations? Ptsd? Anything else?

10. Dose he live in a cute little house (like a mushroom/tree stump/rock/etc) or in a more human like home?

11. Can you preform a dark arts spell to make him real so i can hug him?

ehhehehe glad you like my silly little bunny <33 and ahh ty for all these questions

id say probably like eaahhhh 7(ish)/10 on the trauma scale , he can usually just kinda ignore it but y'know , >:] not forever

just he/him I think , might end up changing that at some point , but for now it's just that . I am considering him being trans tho , in which direction I know not , but that bnuy is not cis <3

oh yes absolutely a Mac n cheese guy , would probably live off it if he could

an interesting question my friend , and the answer is no on both accounts :D

I think he definitely plays an instrument and loves specifically doing live music for theatre performances . I don't think he can really act all that well but he loooves being on stage and just thinks acting is the coolest thing ever even if he's not particularly interested in acting himself .

yes . in fact I think he would be overjoyed if you took him home and he got a whole pocket to himself

don't really have like . a specific age for him , but probably late teens - early 20s , he is just a little guy who doesn't know wtf he's doing <3

I'm thinking he lives in a furry world where everyone is just a bipedal animal bcs I think it's fun to draw furries and experiment with different animals lmao

oh definitely PTSD . also probably adhd , I think he might have tourettes or at least something that causes him to tic .

kinda the in-between land that is like . hobbit holes . he lives in a cute little burrow that then has like . nice furnishings on the inside but is just a nicely decorated mound of dirt with a door on the outside lmao

I can certainly try , I'm sure he would appreciate a hug tbh

#also his name is officially luca guys #anyways ahhh ty so much for the ask vik !! #i am now thinking so much abt him holy shit #also feel free to ask me to elaborate on anything i will be overjoyed #hes just a silly lil guy #luca my beloved #<- his tag now 😌

[snobgoblin]

If you wanna keep doing the summer headcanons, I've got an idea: going camping

hehehehehh goblin laughing thank you so much galaxy brain idea tbh

I'm gonna go with like, roughing it camping, no campers

2-D He's convinced he's going to be stabbed the entire time, super scared in the woods. Murdoc takes advantage of this and scares him with a mask, Courage style (Russel beats him up after don't worry). He's actually the greatest at ghost stories around the fire, though. Like. Scarily good. He can spin the scariest shit out of the most mundane objects- once he made Russel afraid to touch doornobs. Also, he's the one to play Wonderwall on his guitar for no reason- plus he's really good at identifying edible mushrooms for reasons he'd rather not admit

Murdoc Doesn't take it seriously, doesn't help- thinks the whole thing is cheesy and a waste of time. He just kinda gets drunk and trusts the others to babysit him. Once he stuck his hand in the fire trying to light his cigarette, screamed, then ran off. Woke up wearing only his boots 3 miles away from the campsite. Evidently he tried to fight a bear while intoxicated. He won

Russel He's the only one they trust to make the food- and he makes a killer s'more. He's the one who thought of most of the supplies because nobody else seemed worried about it. He makes sure everyone is wearing bug spray, though he had to sit on Ace to get him to wear his. He was grateful later on when he saw Murdoc (who refused. Russel didnt care enough to force him, and he was covered in bites later) though he'd never tell Russel that. He doesn't need to, he knows. But yeah Russ really enjoys camping, even if it's a bit stressful that the responsibility tends to be on him. He enjoys coming across dead animals, finds them interesting. Insists on taking them home in the cooler

Noodle Really loves to explore the woods, likes climbing trees especially. This is really just an opportunity for her to let loose and be a kid for once, and she really takes advantage of it. Loves pitching the tent, likes the puzzle of it, and really loves mimicking animal noises. She's always the saddest to have to go. She's usually the one to push for activities- while Russel is okay chilling at the campsite, Noodle really wants to do things like go hiking or canoeing or anything really

Ace He's a pro at this. His entire childhood was a step down from camping, so this is a breeze. He lowkey scares the other band members with all the weird little tricks he knows and with his willingness to kill a squirrel with his bare teeth. He's the only one that knows how to start a fire without a lighter- heck, he's the only one that doesn't own a lighter. He also tried to fight a bear, but he lost

#gorillaz #murdoc niccals #murdoc gorillaz #ace copular #ace ppg #ace gorillaz #2 d gorillaz #stuart pot #russel hobbs #russel gorillaz #noodle gorillaz #gorillaz headcanons #gorillaz imagines #long post

[radar-of-minecraft]

Minecraft Items Challenge Alpha 1.0 Part 5

The word of the day is travel, I am looking for Sugarcanes in a world where water in extremely rare. This legitimately took me about 6 hours.

My first idea for looking for sugar canes was trees along a coast, I figured sometimes ice might not freeze if there are leaves above the shore.

There are 4 somewhat rare items that I need to find in the overworld, The 2 types of mushrooms, Cactus, and Sugar Canes. The Red Mushroom is the first of those four, not even 75m from my base.

Headed back to my base because I left right before night fell, Minecraft before beds is a lot of waiting, this is when I started researching sugar canes in Winter Mode Worlds, I did not find anything yet

And that's surface exploration item #2, the Cactus.

I found this mountain and figured there might be a lot of overhangs on it because of how tall it is, where I found both of the ways water spawns in winter worlds, both in Gravel Beaches and in overhangs

After this, night fell again, and I did a little bit of mining while night passed. Got myself my first full set of iron armor, which will start to break by the end of this post and will end up in the collection.

I found this weird world gen thing, Ice only generating on the surface level, I think this is a quirk of lake worldgen.

Surface exploration Item #3, The Brown Mushroom. the worst fungus in minecraft to this day, love this guy.

about 150 minutes after that last image, I finally found sugarcane, this is the only block of water anywhere near here, super lucky. I wasn't even excited at this point, this was like 30 minutes before I had to get dressed for work and I wanted to make it back to base before I needed to leave.

Later, when I got back home, I finally found my base after being very nearly lost for way too long.

I did a bunch more mining and farming today, as well as crafting up anything I had all of the materials for, adding a bunch to my collection.

I added the Oak Fence, Wheat Seeds, Oak Boat, Raw Porkchop, Stick, Wooden Shovel, Wooden Hoe, Ladder, Wooden Axe, Wooden Sword, Stone Axe, Stone Pickaxe, Stone Hoe, Oak Stairs, String, Gold Ore, Iron Pickaxe, Milk Bucket, Bow, Iron Boots, Iron Leggings, Iron Chestplate, Iron Helmet, Block of Diamond, Book, Sugar Cane, Bookshelf, Stone Button, Stone, Oak Sign, Oak Pressure Plate, Oak Log, Painting, Paper, Brown Mushroom, Red Mushroom, Lever, Cactus, Redstone Torch, Wheat, White Wool, Bread, Bowl, Chest, Crafting Table, Golden Boots, Stone Pressure Plate, and the Jukebox (I accidentally put two ladders in the chest, this has since been fixed). I now have a total of 94 items, or 72% of Minecraft Alpha 1.0

#liveblog #minecraft #minecraft alpha #minecraft items challenge