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#not even blue anymore its teal

fairykazu · 5 months

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I have a request

Ruffling scara's hair

Thats it thats the request i leave the rest to your imagination 🗣 also feel free to ignore this if you want to

thank you sm for requesting anon :3! this was so cute to write!

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the sun was peeking through the blinds, you could see the lighter strands of scaramouche's hair appear more purple than indigo, he laid on your lap. "what do you want to do today, name?" he asked you as you messed with his hair, disheveling it from its usual jellyfish like shape. well, actually, his hair is growing out. it would look so pretty with some bows. imagining it makes him appear more princely than before. so cute, you thought.

"hmm, i don't really want to do anything other than hanging with you. wait, did you have work today?" scaramouche must have work since he already had a day off last week. if he ditches again, his mother would definitely be mad. he'll be skipping his lessons to become the ceo of the raiden company. if he does it again, i'll scold him. as you were lost in your own thoughts, scaramouche just got off the phone.

"not anymore." did he really just get out of work just to hang out with you? how romantic.... and incredibly irresponsible. you huffed, stopping yourself from petting his head,

"wouldn't your mother get angry that you ditching?" you were initiating scolding mode. but when he placed your hand back in his hair, tangling your fingers with his locks, you melted instantly. so much for scolding mode.

"hmm, nah, she'll be fine." you trust his word. after that, you two were quiet, listening to the ambience of the city in the background as you disheveled his hair.

then out of the blue, scaramouche asked, "okay, why are you so quiet, name?"

"what? i didn't even say anything." you spluttered out, pausing your destressing moment with his hair. again, he patted your hand and put it back on his hair. he sighed,

"exactly. by now, you'll be blabbering about some game you're interested in." he's right. you would be raving about a new game or an item you just bought. it wouldn't be bad to ask right?

"can i braid your hair? or add bows to it? i think you would look so pretty."

he quirked a brow, "is my hair long enough for it?"

"it's a bit shaggy so yes." you examined his hair, running your hair through it, detangling it from the process. scaramouche winced a little from the pain as you whispered a sorry and pecked his forehead. after a while, he finally just said,

"alright." however, you don't exactly have the bows on you right now and the only way to get them is if you get them from the bedroom. "scara, honey," you spoke, getting his attention. "i need to get up to get the bows and hair items."

instead of moving away, he stayed still on your lap, you could feel your legs getting number. your nerves were tingling as you tried to wiggle your boyfriend off. "scara, c'mon." you were afraid to get out the big guns. you tried to imply it, "scara, y'know what would happen if you don't get up?"

scaramouche slowly raised up from your lap and said, "honey, i think, i'll get it for you instead. you deserve to sit down and such, is it in the bedroom-" you nodded. "-okay, will be back..."

he was back with a plastic bag filled with bows, ribbons, different clips that varied of different color. you smiled as he placed it on the other side of you and settled into his spot, being your lap. "thank you so much, honey."

he laughed as if he wasn't scared of you earlier, "of course, honey." you picked up a teal ribbon and asked if he liked it. he shrugged and told you it was very pretty. you giggled as you braided it into his hair. the end result? very frizzy but very cute. the teal really helped to bring out the deep indigo color. "do you think this color would be cute on you? orr this color?" you showed him a red ribbon with lace trimmings and a dark blue ribbon with lacy patterns. he chose the dark blue because it would fit better with the teal. "you're so right, scara."

"aren't i always?"

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blood-grove · 2 months

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unnatural bleeding

merfolk au!

part 1 -> part 2

parings: gaz x reader

chars: gaz, price , soap , ghost

tws: blood, injuries, violence, past abuse, language, slow burn, rude reader.

a/n: i hope this was alright 😭 not proofread fuck it we ball

Where were you?

You couldn't move,

Were you in holding again?.

You didn't attack anyone, At least no one you could remember.

You still felt bad for that other merfolk they shouldn't have gotten so close.

Your mouth dry as you licked your even dryer lips despite the strange humidity in the air your body felt numb your limbs slack as you tried to look around only to realized you were in darkness shifting as your body regained it's senses.

You eventually woke up your body enough your tail thrashing in its confined space till you realized.

You weren't even in water you were moist yeah damp at the very least, You could feel the rubbery texture starting to agitated old and new wounds. Newer wounds plastered in this weird cold material that you found out was resistant to the water helping your wounds stay closed.

You learned quick back then not to try and scrape it off ending up in the sick bay was near hellish those babying voices, all those hands on you, and those needles the tiny things frightening you after finding out that such a small dose of whatever they gave you could send you helplessly lethargic and eventually unconscious as they shipped you over to a new tank.

But this?

This was weird as the sounds of voices and whirring finally reached your torn ears.

"There starting to wake up c'mon!-"

"You sure the crane is gonna be able to handle all of well that?"

"Yes just fuckin' dump em'"

And then you were suddenly weightless as your vision flooded with light blinding you and not helping your coordination as you fell into the water.

You couldn't breath the hard shock of the temperature of the water and the brightness stunning you enough that you didn't even realized you were free from confinement the brightness of the sun still clearing up the black spots in your vision.

"Is it dead? It's not moving-"

"Fuck we need to go- C'mon!"

"But-"

You finally came to your senses enough has you stole a quick breath of air before diving back under blinking rapidly as you looked around this felt different.

The water lacked its smell of strong chemicals, and nearly vivid teal blue look.

Where the fuck where you?

Okay there was a big issue you'd been swimming for a while now.

And you hadn't run into any walls yet.

You found yourself flinching sometimes when you approached what you thought was the end of the tank but it kept going, You didn't think you were in a pool anymore.

You kept swimming resisting the urge to pick at your wounds you were confused beyond belief as you went around there was fish everywhere most avoiding you you would too as you swam around.

You've never seen fish at least not when they weren't floating around dead to the pool bottom.

Vibrant coral still flourishing.

This wasn't right.

A grumble in your throat as you surfaced for a moment blinking as you looked around quickly realizing there was no pool edge in sight.

No person in sight.

No chairs.

No bright lights.

No sounds other than the water it's self and bird up ahead.

Oh fuck.

Wait.

Oh fuck yes.

You dove back down the pervious shock and horror changed into releif.

You were fucking free, You sighed your body slightly relaxing as you swam looking around.

You didn't remember much of the ocean, Barely much memories as a child but the open vastness was familiar you swam around till something or more like someone caught your eye a smaller merfolk collecting seaweed.

You tilted your head should you approach them? Maybe just to see where the hell in the ocean you were.

Or maybe you could scare the shit out of some poor guy who just slashed you with his makeshift knife.

Okay maybe slowly stalking up to him like a predator wasn't the smartest idea, You knew larger merfolk hunted and regularly ate smaller or merfolk who were more prey-like than usual if that made any sense.

But stabbing you?

That felt personal, Now you were desperately chasing after this guy trying to apologize and beg him to stop swimming it was starting to piss you off.

From behind you could see him better or at lease see what his mer half was better.

Shark.

Oh.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You eventually catch up to him grabbing him not at all gently flipping him around as you exhaled grumbling you'd need to take a breath soon and all the biting and scratching he was now doing.

"Fucking stop- Look I'm not going to eat you will you just!-"

"Get the fuck off me you fuckin' asshole!-"

"Look please I just need-"

"Si!-"

And then you feel like you got hit by a boulder as the mer you had previously been shaking and trying for him to stop yelling was yanked from you.

It took you a second to realized you were being dragged down your teeth meeting your attacker flesh as you struggled with whoever this was they were heavier and larger than you which didn't help your predicament that you needed air and quick.

Scratches and bites exchanged as they pushed to drag you deeper now you could say with full intent they wanted to drown you, You finally bit down as hard as you could as you slammed your tail against there body finally getting them off as you swam to the surface catching a quick breath before diving down and finally seeing what you where up against.

A orca mer much larger than yourself barreling towards you.

You barely had time to react as you flipped slamming your tail fin into him head first before darting off as fast as you could taking quick gasps of air till you felt you were no longer in his sights.

You surfaced panting heavily the reality of your wounds set in and your adrenaline wore off finally making you realize how tired you were you kept on swimming trying to ignore your own blood dyeing the surrounding waters red.

The reality of it all made you realize there's no injections to save you this time, No bandages and creams to help keep your wounds clean.

You were helpless.

You didn't know why you didn't realize it early, Was it the taste of freedom that blinded you? You had no idea how to hunt, No idea how to properly fight, And no idea how to treat your own wounds.

You eventually forced your self to swim till you saw some semblance of land the weird horrible chemical smells that came from human settlements was familiar too you but you avoided it.

You doubted you'd be recaptured you were too old, Too ugly, Too beaten up to be a nice new attraction having lost your baby face and charm years ago.

You could barely keep yourself awake as you swam yourself to the near perk of rocks it felt too close to the docks but you need something to rest on it was cloudy enough to not risk a sunburn which was something you did not need today.

You just hoped a human wouldn't come along and gawk at you like they usually did sometimes even throw bits of food clearly not made for consumption like you were a stray dog.

You just need a few minutes to rest.

Maybe a hour.

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artistsfuneral · 10 months

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(this contains graphic description of violence and is absolutely skippable if that's not your thing!)

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The Road to Kaer Morhen - p.6

“Gentlemen,” he greeted the soldiers with a face-splitting grin and a courtly bow of his head. “It appears, there has been a misunderstanding.” The men stared at him, unmoving, tense. Behind them Aiden was still caught in his rage, not able to recognize Jaskier by his scent or sound anymore. “Why don't we all just sit down and talk about this like civilized people? I'm sure we can find some common ground.”

The bard's smile never wavering, he took a step forward only for the five soldiers to draw their swords at him. Steel for humans, Geralt's voice echoed in his thoughts as if any of that mattered. Silver had never stopped Jaskier before. Holding his hands up in what he knew was commonly understood as a surrendering gesture, he cocked his head to the side, watching as the archer reached behind his back for his bow. “How about some tea? I have this lovely mixture of zerrikanian spices that goes great with the apples you can buy around here. Oh, that reminds me! I wanted to keep some for apple cakes! Which would mean we can't use all of the tea, but surely some of you would prefer chamomile anyways, there's always one person that-”

“Shut the fuck up!”

Jaskier's mouth snapped shut with an audible click of his teeth. His initial smile had fallen off his lips as he stared at the man that had interrupted him with pure bewilderment. “Well that was incredibly rude. You are not getting any tea from me now.”

“I told you to shut the fuck up!” The same soldier as before yelled at him, spitting towards Jaskier's boots as he did so. The bard pulled a face in disgust.

“In the name of the crown of Redania, you are under arrest to be executed in the capitol!”

The forest was quiet around them, silent except for the wind in the trees and the metallic sound of the redanian soldiers readying themselves to arrest him.

The bard stared at them unblinking.

“Drop to your knees, this instance!” another soldier ordered harshly.

Jaskier's head fell back as he started to cackle loudly. The sound coming from deep inside his chest and forcing way through his throat like creature of its own.

“I don't think so, darling.”

Jaskier took a deep breath and exhaled it as the world slowed down around him.

They had hurt Aiden. Five soldiers in front of him, despicable creatures, faceless and worthless. Throats easily accessible from above. Exposed ankles. An unprotected back.

The Archer; almost too easy to kill.

A sixth trying to sneak up on him from behind. Useless.

His pack and lute slipped from his shoulders. The dull thumb cushioned by the forest floor. Aiden cried out in pain.

Jaskier inhaled and spun his body around, faster than any witcher ever could. His short sword was off his belt and in the man's eye socked before the soldier could even react. It popped with a horrible squelching sound that turned into the cracking of bones as the blade dove deeper and deeper into his skull. He was dead before his scream could form in his chest. Jaskier took hold of the man's throat and pulled his sword out, blood and chunky bits of soft tissue being forced out of his skull. He had been the one that made fun of the scar in Aiden's beautiful face. Now his body dropped to the ground lifelessly. Jaskier released his breath.

An arrow seared past his head and struck the bark of a tree not an arms length behind Jaskier. The archer's face lost all color as he watched the body of his fellow soldier hit the dirt floor. Freezing blue eyes fixated on their new target. Pulling a knife out of his blood splattered sleeves, Jaskier mourned the death of his favorite teal doublet and threw the barbed knife at the archer. He dropped to his knees like a puppet who's strings had been cut, cradling his stomach as a fearful scream broke from his lips. They always screamed in the end.

Running towards the next soldier, Jaskier couldn't help but to roll his eyes when the archer pulled the knife out, gutting himself in the progress.

The horses whinnied in panic, fighting against the reigns. Aiden snarled.

The soldier closest to him raised his arm high above his head, ready to strike down at the bard. Jaskier scoffed. Angling his own short sword upwards he closed the distance between himself and the other man and stabbed him right into the pit of his raised arm. The tip of his blade tore through flesh and bone until it hit the underside of the soldier's shoulder guard. Jaskier's opponent let out a primal howl as he dropped his sword to the slowly reddening forest floor. The bard ignored him, jerking his blade back out with brute force and kicking him to the side, eyes already focused on the next one.

Their swords met, loudly crashing against each other. The screeching sound of steel carving into steel seemed dull to Jaskier's ears. He inhaled and the world slowed down once more. He easily parried the next attack, taking hold of the man's elbow and twisting both of their bodies around, so they were chest to chest. As a result the redanian soldier that had tried to surprise Jaskier from behind found his sword stuck in his comrade's back. Jaskier slit the wounded's throat without hesitating and shoved his dying body towards the other soldier who easily crumbled under the unexpected weight. Mercilessly, the bard jumped on top of the fallen man's chest, breaking his rips and crushing his organs within seconds. This one had dislocated both of Aiden's shoulders for fun. Now he was choking on his own blood. He deserved worse.

Jaskier snarled and took hold of a stray sword, ramming it into a whimpering mess of human flesh on the ground. Two left. His face-splitting smile was back.

Aiden woke to the familiar taste of swallow in his mouth and a pounding headache. His first attempt to open his eyes failed miserably, the midday sun so bright it hurt enough to make him hiss out loud. It still hurt like a bitch the second time, but Aiden was now prepared for it and could work through the awful sensation, thinning his pupils through sheer will.

He found himself lying on the floor, free of chains and rope and with his wounds slowly mending themselves together thanks to the potion. The bard was kneeling right next to him and when he noticed that the Cat had woken up, his cornflower blue eyes softened with relief. During the last month Aiden had been in this exact same situation often enough that he could call it familiar. And yet something in the back of his mind was gnawing at him like a feral dog. “Thank goodness, you're awake again. You honestly had me worried there for a moment! Didn't I explicitly told you not to get caught?” Jaskier scolded him lightheartedly as he helped him to sit up. Nothing about the bard's gentle scent or the typically playful behavior warned the witcher about what he was moments away from seeing.

Aiden's breath caught in his throat as he took in the fucking massacre around them.

The corpses of the redanian soldiers that had overpowered him a few hours earlier littered the floor, broken and mangled as if they'd been mauled by a full pack of werewolves. The stench of blood and death was overwhelming and yet, Jaskier was completely unharmed.

His hands and face were covered in drying blood, as well as his boots and the rest of his clothes, but the bard himself had not a single scratch on him as far as Aiden could tell. “I thought about searching through the camp, see if I can find anything worthwhile, but I wanted to be here for you when you wake up. I hate waking up alone, but the troop leader had a sword that could possibly replace your broken one and hopefully we can find some spare clothes and other useful stuff. If we take their horses with us we can carry a bit more,” Jaskier babbled happily on, completely oblivious to the witcher's inner turmoil. “Not like they need the horses anymore,” he laughed.

Aiden grabbed him by the wrist, finger nails digging into Jaskier's blood-caked skin.

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bloodfin · 4 months

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Rain Ghoul x Dewdrop Ghoul x Phantom Ghoul (plus some background polyghouls)

Rated: E for Explicit, 18+ only

Word Count: 4.347

Summary: Dew spills some wine on Rain's pretty moonrise outfit; shenanigans ensue

Pronoun tags for this fic: She/Her Rain, He/Him Dewdrop, He/They Phantom (everyone has a dick today)

Warnings: pre-existing relationships (and therefore pre-existing kink negotiations), ma'am kink, mommy kink, alcohol consumption, blood kink/drinking, spitting, aether is always a little stressed (and gets called daddy once), handjob, blowjob, anal fingering, spit as lube, anal sex, dumbification, come play, come eating, there is so much come, praise kink, knotting, breeding kink (very mild and only if you squint but just in case), horribly unreliable narrator, no beta we die like nihil; as is typical of my writing sensitive kink (mommy in this case) has been italicized and bolded for easy skipping - i know this isn't a kink for everyone, please keep yourself safe

Author’s Note: as always please mind the tags and don't read if anything squicks you out! i fear my brainrot is now terminal and i am making that everyone else's problem (sorry). if i missed a tag in the warnings or you think i should add something please let me know - i try and be thorough! enjoy, share what you can, and be well ~

additional disclaimer: this is about literal demons straight from hell and has absolutely nothing to do with the actual band members of Ghost, unless someone dyed themselves blue or gold and we all missed it

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Vernal equinox had passed, but the ghouls were still in celebration mode, the walls of the den overflowing with small paper flowers. The pink moon was due to rise - the first full moon of spring always cause for extra celebration. It was welcomed around the abbey by all members for ushering in growth and change, solidifying partnerships of all sorts.

Phantom, Aurora, and Dew decorated while Sunshine and Cirrus cooked, the den slowly filling with the warm smell of freshly baked bread. Mountain and Aether were arranging the plants to best receive the moon's energy, while Swiss and Cumulus worked on setting up a large nest in the center of the den.

The only one absent from the preparations was Rain, but her packmates were certain that she would come by when she was ready if she felt so called. Every moonrise was different, but this moon in particular had a strong effect on her. Sometimes the pull was so intense she would spend the evening at the bottom of the lake worshiping in her own way, or she would slink away with the other water ghouls of the abbey.

Today, however, she wanted to play with her pack, painting her face with a gentle pink blush and lipstick. It stood out beautifully against her navy-freckled teal skin, making her sharp teeth seem even brighter. She hummed at her reflection once she finished smudging her eyeliner, the red she put on the waterline bleeding into faded black. Predatory.

Rain was flicking through her closet when the smell of dinner wafted under her door, her ears flickering once they picked up on the sound of quiet laughter. She huffed, passing over dress after dress, jumpsuit after crop top, nothing feeling quite right or looking as powerful as the moon was making her feel. She was fiddling with her belly ring when her eyes landed on a small black skirt next to the laundry that she had been meaning to return. One more wear wouldn’t make her anymore late on giving the clothing back to its rightful owner, right?

“Perfect,” she smiled to herself, wriggling into the skintight black leather miniskirt, sporting a slit that left absolutely no thigh to the imagination. It hugged every part of her perfectly, highlighting where her cock was straining against a too small pair of panties. Once satisfied with its placement she put on a black lace bandeau, followed by a sheer black crop top.

The only thing missing was shoes, and she slipped into pink heels that matched her lipstick before heading out the door, her tail wagging slowly through the air.

When she rounded the corner into the den’s common room the air shifted, the whole pack taking a collective breath when they saw her.

“Wow,” Swiss whispered under his breath, his foot tapping rapidly under the table.

“Mo- mo- mom-m-”

Phantom was stuttering, frozen in place before Cumulus clapped her hand over his mouth, whispering in their ear.

“She will eat you alive baby. Let her get settled, she just got here.”

Their ears started to twitch like he was going to make a move, but when they saw how Rain's teeth seemed to glow in the light he nodded, leaning into Cumulus's side, content to watch for the moment. Dew, however, was not. He wanted Rain near him always, and especially now.

Dew was probably a little too inebriated to be attempting anything close to chivalry, but anytime he saw Rain like this his brain deflated while his blood supply funneled south.

“Saved you a chair, beautiful,” he hummed, standing to pull out the seat beside his own.

He should have left his glass on the table, really, but the thought didn't cross his mind until he bumped into Rain, burgundy wine sloshing out of his glass to drip down her exposed stomach. The room was still, Mountain having sucked in a sharp breath while Aether started to stand, readying himself to intervene. The sparkle of Dew's skin began to fade as his face fell, turning to run into the kitchen for a towel.

He didn't make it very far, Rain's hand reaching out to grab the back of his neck. She pulled him back and pushed him to his knees, leaning on the chair.

“Clean your mess, Dewdrop.”

Aether breathed a sigh of relief and plopped back into his chair while the color returned to Phantom's face, eager to see what was next. His tail thumped quietly on their chair.

Dew looked at Rain for a brief moment before dropping his head, speaking quickly.

“Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am.”

Rain's eyes dilated and her fingers flexed, breath stuttering for just a moment when Dew’s hot tongue met the cool skin of her stomach, lapping up the wine. He made sure to clean around the band of her skirt first, knowing how much she hated stains.

Once he felt the area was thoroughly cleaned he delicately worked his way to her belly button, wrapping his tongue around the glittery, dangling jewelry and sucking it clean. He tongued around the attached belly chains, not wanting to miss a single drop. There was a quiet moan from behind them, but Dew didn't dare lift his eyes, focusing instead on the beautiful creature before him.

Rain stuck her hand out and Cirrus placed Dew's half spilled glass of wine into it, complimenting her skirt.

She smiled while she swirled the glass in her hand, bringing it to her nose for a quick sniff.

“Thank you, I've been meaning to return it -”

Cirrus's laugh sounded like little bells in the wind.

“Please, keep it. You look better in it then I do.”

Rain smiled and bent to the side, knocking their horns together. “You're too sweet to me Cici, I'll be sure to properly thank you later.”

She smiled back, blowing her a soft kiss before returning her attention back to Mountain, tugging him from the table and towards the nest. Chairs scraped on the floor as everyone shuffled around, still watching Rain and Dew’s exchange.

Rain studied the glass of wine in her hand, turning it slowly. It was her favorite one, thick and full bodied, a few citrus notes at the end.

Expensive.

“How many dicks did you have to suck to get this?”

Dew shrugged while lapping at her cool skin. It didn’t matter to him so he didn't keep count, he would do anything for his mate. Anything to see her smile, even if he wasn't sure she'd attend the evening festivities.

“Four,” Sunshine giggled from Cumulus's lap. Rain purred, licking the tips of her fangs.

Dew had finished his task and was sitting back on his heels, looking up to watch Rain take another sip of the wine. His tongue darted out from between his lips with a quiet whimper. Rain looked down at him, one perfectly done brow raised.

“Need more?”

Dew nodded his head rapidly before opening his mouth wide, groaning when Rain slipped her thumb into his mouth, pulling at his cheek. She took a large sip of wine before setting the glass down, bending at the waist to bring her lips to Dew's. His sharp gag as he struggled to swallow triggered a series of muffled groans and the slick sounds of hands meeting wet skin.

“Thank you ma'am,” he panted, struggling to speak around her thumb. He rolled his head to the side, exposing his thick veins and the silvery scars of their prior couplings.

“Got plenty for you, too, if you need.”

Dew often begged to be bitten where his gills once were, aching to feel something there again. But now he was offering in submission, to let Rain take what she needed under the power of the moon.

Her tongue darted out of the corner of her mouth as she looked him up and down.

With a quick nod of her head Dew was scrambling towards the nest, quickly divesting himself of his clothes as he went. She slowly followed him, sinking to her knees to pull his back to her chest, running her nose along his neck.

“Please,” Dew sighed, flexing his claws against his thighs.

Rain inhaled deeply against his cinnamon-scented skin, fangs fully dropping before she sank them into the crook of his neck, blood quickly filling her mouth. He groaned low, the pitch only going higher when she took his hard cock into her hand, slowly stroking him from root to tip as she drank.

“Rainy,” Aether warned gently from across the nest, voice cracking with the way Swiss had his mouth wrapped around his cock.

She pulled herself from Dew's neck, licking at the corner of her mouth to gather a drop of his shimmering blood.

“Don’t worry so much daddy, Dewdrop knows his limits. Would never hurt him more than he wants, promise.”

“All good Aeth,” Dew agreed, raising a thumbs up which quickly dropped back to the pillows with a loud purr when Rain started to clean the wounds at his neck. Her tongue slowly worked around each puncture, her fist mimicking the movements of her mouth against the quickly darkening head of his cock.

Aether nodded and fell back on his elbows, digging his fingers into Swiss’s hair, determined to enjoy the first night off in… a while. But a set of eyes still remained fully planted on Rain and Dew, the movement of a flickering tail catching her attention from the corner of her eye.

“You okay bug? Not in the mood to play?”

Dew barely opened his eyes, biting into his lower lip with a groan as Rain gently stroked him.

“Wanted to watch, if that's okay with you both mm-ma'am.”

Dew was nodding before he even finished their sentence, and Rain was grinning like a shark, Dew's crimson blood smeared all over her lips and chin. She didn't miss the way Phantom's eyes dropped to her mouth, watching her lick another spot clean.

“Just want to watch?”

Phantom blinked hard before forcing their eyes away from the mess, chewing at the corner of his lip.

“He um… He just smells really good.”

“Would you like a taste, sweetness?”

Phantom nodded eagerly, eyes back on her mouth. “Please ma'am, please.”

Rain beckoned him over with two crooked fingers, stifling a laugh at the eager way Phantom's tongue licked across her chin. Dew whined in her lap, quickly hushed by the drag of her pre soaked fingers up his chest to toy with the bar running through his nipple.

Phantom hummed as he licked at her lips and chin, quiet thank you's between their breaths.

“So polite,” Rain smiled, holding his chin to kiss them deep and slow. Phantom groaned when she slipped her tongue into their mouth, filling him with the taste of a beachside bonfire and hot iron. It was intoxicating, and they would let her have every ounce of air in his lungs if they could stay just like this forever.

When they broke apart Phantom was a panting mess, claws digging into his own thighs.

“Thank you mommy -”

They paused, blinking his eyes and shaking their head to clear it.

“Sorry thank you mommy -”

Another huff, trying to hide a whine that would rival Dew's.

“I'm sorry momm- ma’am. Thank you ma’am.”

Rain just smiled as she twisted Dew’s nipple between her fingers, his keen cutting through the heavier sounds of fucking that had filled the room. The way her head was tilted probably should've sent Phantom running, but instead his cock kicked against their thigh, a shiver running up his back.

“So dumb you're having trouble speaking and I've only kissed you. Don't worry sweet little bug, mommy will take good care of you.”

Phantom choked on their inhale as pre blurted on his leg, and Dew whined even louder, drawing Rain's attention back to him. His cock was weeping freely, begging for release while she kept teasing at his chest, working her other hand under his chin to turn him towards her.

“Did you lose your words too?”

Dew groaned when she started to slide her hand back towards his cock, lifting his hips to try and meet her.

“You know I love your voice Dewdrop, if you need a moment you can watch Phantom and I play for a while.”

Phantom's tail smacked against the pillows so quickly it sounded like someone running down the hall. Dew shook his head, voice just starting to splinter with need.

“No ma'am, need you. Need you please.”

“What do you need,” she cooed, pushing a lock of golden hair behind his half drooped ears.

“Want - need your cock, your knot. Need you to fill me ‘til I swell with you, please, need you so bad.”

Rain hummed, tapping her fingers along Dew's length while he squirmed. Phantom crept closer, kneeling in front of the pair, fangs poking into their lower lip.

She paused, looking across both Phantom and Dew, finally settling on an idea.

“Phantom, sweetness, you're being so good. Do you want a nice hot dick in your mouth?”

“Please, mommy.”

“Excellent,” she purred, kneeling tall behind Dew as she folded him to the floor.

“Why don't you come get this skirt off, without ripping it, while I get Dew all worked open hm?”

They smiled so wide Rain was sure his ears would fall off, scrambling to her side to examine the zipper. With careful fingers Phantom undid the clasp, gently sliding the zipper down while watching Rain run her nails down Dew's back, making him arch.

He leaned in close to her to work the band of the skirt down, breath hitching when they caught the gentle scent of orange blossoms on a sea breeze. Rain was always dangerous, the sharp iridescent scales that framed her face and joints were a reminder of that. But right now, she was deadly.

A whine bubbled up from their throat when the band of her skirt caught on her cock, unable to bring it any lower. Rain glanced down to find Phantom gently pawing at her, looking up at her with big sad eyes.

“Wanna be good and help you, but it's stuck. Don't wanna ruin your pretty skirt.”

“Sweet little bug.”

She smiled as she stood, gently ruffling their mop of hair before letting the skirt pool around her ankles. She stepped out of it and her shoes, returning to her spot behind Dew. Phantom's mouth watered at the sight of her cock hard and leaking into delicate pink lace, barely contained.

She brought two fingers to his lips, tapping them as she spoke.

“Get these nice and wet for me, then you can have a taste.”

Dew groaned loud, wrapping his tail around Rain's free wrist. He pushed his ass further up, hips swaying slightly.

Phantom moaned around Rain's fingers, wrapping their tongue around her long digits while sucking at the tips. When they pulled away he made sure to leave a thick line of saliva up her fingers, watching with rapt attention as she smeared it around with her thumb.

She nodded her head towards Dew's exposed hole, telling him to spit. They were happy to oblige, sticky with want themselves, aching to make Rain happy. He trilled when she hummed with approval, bringing her wet fingers to Dew's hole, pressing the tip of her index finger inside. Dew's gasp was anything but quiet.

“You're both being so good for me,” Rain praised, shifting on her legs to make the bulge of her cock more prominent. Phantom couldn't help the thin line of saliva that dripped from their fangs and down his chin.

“Come have a taste, Ant.”

Phantom eagerly licked across his lips, dipping down to settle against Rain's lap. They began to mouth at her cock through her already too wet panties, running his tongue up and down her length. She purred low, her free hand working into their hair while the other pressed into Dew.

“Just the best bug, sweetest little thing,” she cooed.

“Rainy,” Dew whined, wiggling back onto her fingers. “I need -”

She curled her finger up, stroking against his prostate while shushing him gently.

“I know baby, I know.”

Dew adjusted his arms so he could rest his face against them, his back making a pretty arch. His golden skin always seemed to glitter most in dim light; he’d certainly be glowing once the moon fully rose.. Rain hummed as she worked a second finger into him, quickly followed by a third. She scissored them as much as she could, making sure Dew was starting to stretch. He was already leaking, a leftover trait from his time as a water ghoul, the slick sound filling the space.

Phantom moaned at the sight, his drool further wetting Rain's cock. She rolled her hips gently against their chin, his attention quickly returning to suckling at her tip.

“Please,” Dew whimpered, claws flexing into whatever poor cushion he latched on to, “ready for you now. Need to feel you, want it to ache.”

Rain purred as she pulled her fingers from Dew, her other hand still nested in Phantom’s curls.

“Don't worry baby, it's coming. Being so good for me. Showing off for Phantom, huh? Showing them how good you can be?”

“Only for you ma'am,” Dew sighed, wiggling his little hips.

Rain pinched at his nearly non-existent ass cheek before returning her attention back to Phantom, gently pulling him away from her cock.

“Do you want to watch, or would you like to play with Dew?”

Dew trilled, his answer obvious. Phantom had the sense to at least look like he was thinking about it before planting a kiss to her cheek and shuffling towards Dew's head, settling on their knees in front of him.

Dew stretched out as much as he could, wrapping first his fist and then his tongue around Phantom's cock. Plum-flushed like Aether gets, although the purple was swirled with grey instead of gold. He hissed when Dew took them into his mouth, head dropping back at the heat of his tongue.

Rain smirked as she watched them, taking her own cock in hand and pressing the head to Dew's hole. He leaned back into her, stretching himself between his partners, urging her to give him more.

She wrapped her long fingers around the base of his tail and tugged, using the extra leverage to slide inside with a guttural moan. Dew responded with one of his own, muffled by Phantom pushing themself deeper down his throat.

“Not gonna last,” Phantom grumbled, his hand locked around Dew's bun. “Feels too good.”

“Mhm I know,” Rain smiled, rolling her hips to drive her cock straight against Dew's prostate. He popped off of Phantom with a little whine of protest, his breathing heavy when she began to pull at his puffy nipples.

“Dewy isn't gonna last so long either, huh baby?”

She asked with a particularly hard thrust into him, Phantom's eyes wide watching Dew's roll back into his head. They pulled from Dew’s mouth to rest for a moment, unwillingly to reach his end so soon. Dew’s mouth was legendary for a reason, after all.

“Go ahead, get that pretty mouth on Dew's little cock, he wants it so bad.”

Rain's words pulled them from their trance, blinking a few times with his head tilted just to the side before nodding quickly, shuffling back down to take Dew to the back of his throat.

Rain wrapped one of her arms around Dew's waist and the other tangled back into Phantom's hair, rubbing gently at the sensitive skin behind their ear. Dew's hands were everywhere, flying from Rain's head to Phantom's, digging in his own thighs and pressing on Rain's, lifting his hips to help guide her into that perfect spot while desperately trying to not choke Phantom.

She didn’t need the help, she knew Dew's body as well as she knew her own. Maybe better, even, with the way she had him moaning while dragging her cock over the perfect spot. Each roll of her hips was punctuated by one of his breathy sighs, adding to the cacophony of the room.

Phantom for his part was chirping happily, licking long trails across the thick veins on the underside of Dew’s cock. When Rain pushed them forward he happily followed, swallowing around Dew's length with a pleased hum. Rain cooed at him from over Dew's shoulder, scratching behind his ear again before grabbing the back of his head.

“Tap twice if you need to breathe, yeah?”

Phantom brought his tail up and tapped the spade twice against her hand, rolling their hips gently into the nest of blankets below him.

Rain smiled that far too toothy grin, thrusting into Dew and driving his cock further into Phantom's throat. Dew was all but jelly between them, held up by Rain's arm around his waist and Phantom’s hand pressed into his chest, his tail slowly tangling with Rain's in search of something more to hold onto.

Phantom's tongue was good, great actually, Dew's thoughts on the matter filling the space as choked off babbling. When Phantom wrapped their tongue underneath Dew's head and sucked Dew was certain he'd open his eyes and be back in the pit, unholy pleasure running hot in his veins.

Rain hooked her chin over Dew's shoulder, nuzzling at the space below his ear.

“Don't swallow sweetness, let him dribble out of your mouth, down your face. That okay?”

Phantom moaned in affirmation around Dew's length, nodding his head as best he could. It wouldn't be long now, Dew's balls were heavy in their hands, getting tighter with every thrust of Rain's hips driving him further into their mouth.

She drove harder into him, and Dew's hands fisted Phantom's soft hair right next to Rain’s.

“Rain, Rain, Rainy, fuck -”

Dew's voice went high until it broke off, dying out as he painted inside Phantom's mouth. Phantom hummed as he took every drop, careful to not swallow. Once Dew had stopped pulsing they pulled away, sitting back with their head slightly tilted slightly forward before smiling, Dew's spend trickling out of his mouth and down their neck.

“Fucking nasty,” Rain mumbled, pressing herself hard against Dew, grinding her hips to his ass. “Just how you like it, huh?”

Dew nodded in agreement, his voice breaking on every whimper Rain pulled from him as she chased her own release.

“Lay back bug, slide closer to me.”

Phantom melted for her, nearly pressing themself into Dew's chest before dropping onto his back, tail shifting to rest on Dew’s thigh. They moaned when Rain wrapped her talented hand around his length, back lifting from the pillows.

“Haven't even been touched yet,” she cooed, and Phantom shook their head. “Such a good, patient little thing.”

Phantom nodded hard, like he was trying to say waiting for you.

“Whenever you like, sweetness.”

Their voice was trapped in his throat, muffled by every unholy sound Rain could pull from them as she worked his cock at the same tempo she nailed Dew, who was putty at this point. He was limp in her arms, begging for her release, her knot. For everything, for nothing, for all of it at once.

Phantom wasn't sure how long they'd last, and when Rain rubbed her finger across his slit to gather a pearl of pre just to taste it they knew it wouldn't be long.

She hummed in pleasure at the tang of him, mixed with the carbonated vanilla of their benzoin scent. Her hand quickly returned, long manicured fingers wrapping around their length, pulling in the most devastating way.

Phantom could feel their eyes crossing as he watched, Rain's hand firm against him, the other tight around Dew. They brought their tail to where Rain and Dew’s were tangled together, joining the heap.

Dew was crying now, his cock hard again, gold skin glistening. He begged, Rain purred, Phantom tried to keep their claws to themself but he looked so pretty, eyes screwed tight under a crown of sweat, his golden bun no longer neat and tidy. So they reached out, grabbing Dew by the base, feeling his little knot start to inflate under their hand. And if Phantom thought Dew had been crying before, well… He was really going now.

“Little bug is being so sweet to you, aren't they,” Rain purred, licking below the shell of Dew's ear as she slowly ground her knot into his rim.

“Yeah, yeah you both are. Need it ma'am, need your knot, need to cum -”

The movement of Rain's hips became more frantic as she pressed more firmly into Dew, hissing when his tight body finally swallowed her knot, enveloping her in delicious heat. Dew keened, high pitched and devastated as he came into Phantom's hand, a string of thankyouthankyouthankyou falling from his wine stained lips.

Dew was babbling, words broken and punctuated with breathy moans. Phantom wasn't much quieter, egging Dew on with their own muttering. C'mon Dewy, come for mommy. Make a mess, make me a mess.

Rain followed quickly, the squeeze of Dew around her knot too much, biting into his neck with a groan from the depths of her throat.

Phantom wasn't sure what brought them to the edge. Dew's hot come, the scent of his blood, the noise Rain made when she slid fully into his body. Maybe it was the way her calloused fingers rubbed against their frenulum with a talent flick of her wrist. All he knew was that they were floating, high in space, coated from the chin down in their own and Dew's release.

He stirred when they heard Rain shuffling on her knees, laying down next to them with Dew tight in her arms. He hissed a little at the shuffle but it was good natured, her knot still buried tight inside his hole. Dew shuffled a bit closer, admiring the mess that was Phantom before turning his head to bat his lashes at Rain.

“Go ahead Dew,” Rain smiled, blood dotting her lips. “Clean up your mess.”

#nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #raindrop #raintomdrop #the band ghost fanfic #all warnings are as described above i will run out of tags down here #she/her rain #lunar cycle gender fluid rain my beloved #phantom and dew see rain dressed up as their sexy vampire girlfriend and their brains flatline #(same)#pls let me know if i missed a warning tag i try to be specific and nothing is ever intentionally left out!#love you all byeeee

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Chapter 2 ma paysyul

Paring: adult ao'nung x adult female reader

Wordcount: 6.6k

Summary: nothing is stopping you now a flirtatious game of cat and mouse and one night truly alone changes everything in your relationship with Ao'nung somthing your both eager to explore

Warning: Minors DNI UNDER 18 NO MINORS AT ALL squirting, eating out, fingering.

Y/N Y/N" you open your eyes and sit up hearing Tuk running and calling to you "y/n come on come on you have to come quick its ready" she exclaimed pulling you up and dragging you to your own mauri.

"Tuk come on you are practically dragging me what is going-" you stop seeing Norm Max Jake even Tonowari. You look around seeing a avatar link bed a remote one….. her brain scam on the screen. Your heart lept into your throat nerves wracking you system. "Jake?" You look confused unable to say anything else but your body language said it all you were so nervous your flight reflex was flashing like a beacon. "Hey hey easy easy it's okay it's fine we are just here as support your avatar is ready" he chuckles. You couldn't help but smile and nod taking a deep breath "okay let's get started then" you say softly the nervousness becoming replaced with excitement.

You let Norm and Max fuss over your body as they put you in the link bed checking your scan making sure everything was normal before Jake looks down at you "see you on the other side" you smirk and roll your eyes "means I can finally kick your ass for calling me short" you tease as you close your eyes letting your mind go blank.

"-n…..y/n…..Y/N" you hear your name called by a familiar voice. Your eye slowly flutter open coming into focus seeing Norm Max and Jake. You looks around smiling "I hope you guys are this attentive when I'm on my death bed" you tease looking over them with a laugh. They help you sit up and you sigh softly rolling your neck "mmmm thanks I'm fine I'm fine like I was I a deep sleep" you reassure them before stopping noticing your arm….it wasn't dark blue it was almost teal.. unable to speak for a moment your mind putting together the pieces. This wasn't a omatikaya avatar, you stared at the mirror seeing a metakayina girl staring back at you just as shocked as you were. "We decided a long while you were better suited for a metakayina avatar and with the chiefs permission we decided to make yours the first…." Norm states. Shocked you look to them "thank you I don't know what to say" your joy and appreciation is immeasurable.

You sighs a bit impatient having to go through the normal routine check the novelty of looking at yourself wearing off you wanted to swim, ride an ilu, be with Ao'nung…. Your ears flick your eyes widened thinking about Ao'nung he would have no idea. What if he didn't like her in this body. A large hand came to your shoulder and you smile seeing Jake "you look good…. Still short though" he teases and you get up still in fact shorter than him and punch him in the stomach "Shut up old man I can hear your joints groan every time you jump" she rolls her eyes smiling. Tuk had brought the entire family to see you pulling them into the mauri “ look look she’s like us now” she stops seeing you smiling “ wow y/n you are so pretty.” You smile hugging her tail swaying with how from the compliment. “ great now I can’t say im the best at diving anymore” Lo’ak groans and you roll your eyes smacking him on the head. “shut up skxawng” you stick out your tongue and look to Neteyam who gives you a warm smile and a hug and kiri who looks happy to see you okay.

Tsireya came into view gasping looking overjoyed running up and grabbing your hands “ you look beautiful y/n Eywa is smiling on you” she gushes pulling you in for a hug. “He’s going to love it too trust me”. She murmurs in your ear your tail slapping the ground from her words, she knew how close you and Ao’nung had become and your deepening feelings for him. “ i have so many things you can borrow to wear, we should all go on a swim together “ she offers. Jake smirks “ maybe you will run into Ao’nung” he chuckles. You turn your head and hiss at him for the first time your fangs coming out as your ears press to your head,he laughs looking at Tonowari who chuckles as well. “Feisty” he teases as you walks away to the beach with the rest of them.

Ao’nung came back early from hunting his mind wasn’t in it he promised to take y/n on a ride on his ilu he had learned everything he could about you in the short weeks you had been here learning and you had mention about being a dreamwalker being able to inhabit a Na’vi body and walk as one of them. At first the concept felt wrong but the more he thought about you as a Na’vi riding ilu with you, taking you out to the deep ocean, taking you to meet his spirit brother when the Tulkun returned. He couldn’t help the smile that came to his face thinking about the look on your face seeing them, but then his heart began to race thinking about courting you, truly courting you, and mating with you. He groans his ears pressing back to his head he needed to stop going down that path before he ended up with a hard on. Eventually his mind made up in a Na’vi body or tawtute body he felt the same you belong here with him his mate. “Hurry up Y/n lets go lets go” his head snaps to the direction of hearing your name squinting seeing the sully kids and his sister but you were absent instead another metkayina girl with them. He walked closer his eyes scanning for you his eyes trained for you sun- kissed kissed skin, but his eye caught the shell pin tucked in the metkayina girls loose hair. His heart began to race. Was that Y/n? His sister was the first to notice him staring and quickly grabbed the girl and spun her around to face him. He watched the girls eyes widen then her face flush, without hesitation his body moved him to her he could even stop to come up with some clever remark.

You walked with Tsireya you had always promised yourself your first dive would be with Ao'nung but Eywa didn't have that in the cards for you which made you a little sad. "Y/n look" you feel your body being forced to turn in another direction and you blush hard seeing Ao'nung. Everything in your mind screaming run every doubt coming to the forefront your humanity, your 4 fingers your. Your brain stopped working not even realizing he'd walked right up to you your inner thoughts having cut that part from your mind. You stare up at him nervously your now blue eyes staring wildly at him your ears flick a litle, tail swaying gently anyone could see your were hanging on edge and nervous for a reaction.

Speechless again like the second time this time he wasn't going to shy away. He cradled your face in his hand thumb rubbing over your cheeks. A small smirk on his face but his eyes said everything dilated wide with amazement, excitement, and a third swirling emotion that kept shifting and changing as his eyes took you in. His tail sways and he presses his forehead to yours closing his eyes "you look perfect ma tsawksyul so perfect….." He murmurs in your ear before pulling away.

You blush smiling and lean into his touch eyes closed before looking up at him saying nothing in the short time you both had been together conversations through body language mostly through the eyes became a second form of communication when words felt too difficult to convey. You stared into his eyes watching the small changes in his expression and you can’t help but smile your heart racing and. Slowly you pull him with you to swim. You gasp feeling him yank you back to his chest his strong hand on your hip the other tracing up your arm . His breath ghosting just behind your ear his nose nuzzling the skin he inhales and audibly groans pressing you closer to him "y/n i know they want to swim with you but i prefer what we had in mind before.” He murmurs his nose and lips never leaving that little space where your neck and your jaw meet. He pressed his lips into the junction his fingers roaming through your hair fingers grazing over you kuru making your mind fuzzy. “You can’t just hog my time Ao’nung , it's not like I'm going anywhere” you state looking up at him. He smirks your heart fluttering but could see the glint of mischief “ but don’t you want to ride an ilu with me you finally can now.” You squint and turn around pressing into his torso “ you are not playing fair Ao’nung and you know it” he chuckles watching you begin to walk away following after you in to the water.

Swimming was different when you were actual suited for it everything felt easier. You smile touching tsireya’s arm ‘he liked it he really did….but i do need a favor, Ao’nung is wanting to teach me a to ride an ilu and id rather not embarrass myself in front of him’. You sign to her remembering the conversation from weeks ago with him and your mind returning to Lo’ak and the story of how everyone laughed at him his first go around. You would die of embarrassment if you get dragged around by an ilu infront of him. 'You really like him don't you' she signs a large smile on her face. You blush and tilt back doing a slow back flip and cover your face unable to stop the wide smile hurting your face.

Ao’nung watched you swim and suspend yourself underwater unable to keep his smile at bay as he watch you truly enjoy the water, it was moments like this is why he wanted you here with him, why he wanted you he had never seen someone so in love with the ocean. He watch you interact with his sister he knew you had become inseparable with her which he liked at times when you weren’t being stolen by her to weave clothes or collect shells. He knew you'd fit in well with his family, his father often talked about your strong love of the sea and the people and how often he'd catch you working on broken nets for the hunters well past eclipse. He chuckles watching you flip and spin a huge smile on your face matching you with one of his own. He couldn’t help but watch you

Ao’nung had managed to grab you before anyone else the next morning insisting he teach you to ride an ilu. You were panicking as he dragged you into the water you were supposed to practice with tsireya first but somehow your luck had run out. “Ao’ are you sure” trying to gently suggest waiting if not a few days then a few hours but he stubbornly wouldn’t budge. You sigh praying to the great mother to not embarrass yourself infront of the man you were completely infatuated with as he let go of your hand. You stand behind him hearing him call and chirp for an ilu your heart racing something about the sounds he made had your stomach doing flips and turns you bite your bottom lip and watch in awe as a few appeared one nuzzling against your leg. You giggle watching the creature come to you "hello there you are adoable" you smile and reach out petting the ilu that seemed to take a liking you. You felt eyes on you as you Bonded with the ilu turning finding the culprit to be a smirking Ao'nung. You blush and turn away smiling only to feel his chest against your his lips pressed to your ear. "Now you must make the bond hold here" he instructed taking your Hand and holding it secure and lets your make the bond for the first time your ears pressing back eyes dilated wide "oh wow that is a intense feeling" you gasp out hearing him chuckle "ready to try riding for the first time" you bite your bottom lip knowing now the creature you were blinded to could feel your nervousness.

It felt easy at first as the ilu took you under but like you feared the current and force was too strong sending you flying off the ilu your hair a mess as the force had tangled it. You felt like drowning yourself as you heard his laugh. Your face burned with embarrassment wanting to dive off the sea wall or just lock yourself in your marui,the one to take over warring in your body. You couldn’t face him not after that you stay under water willing yourself to inhale before a large hand yanks you to the surface amused smirk happy expression you half expected him to tease you like he did Lo’ak. You look away hearing him chuckle “ don’t laugh Ao’nung” you say upset looking away “why because you look like you got dragged through-“ you didnt bother to listen your ears falling down as you look away, were tears threatening to spill right now?

Ao’nung stopped his teasing seeing how upset you look from your mistake, he sighs gently pulling you close and fixes your hair gently his heart hammering he could not bare to see you this upset no matter how adorable it was to see you so flustered and disoriented. He sighs pulling you close cradling your face in his hand rubbing your cheeks with his thumb “ don’t look so upset it happens to everyone” he murmurs softly trying to stop the watery tears in your eyes from breaking past. He couldnt help himself but seeing you this upset made him feel bad. He leans in pressing his forehead to yours closing his eyes for a moment before pulling away. You whimper looking up at him your fingers curling around his wrist leaning into his touch “i promise you will get better” he smirks looking at you as you close your eyes nodding. He leans in still holding your head in his hands pressing a kiss your lips. You melt into him kissing back your tail splashing in the water your fingers teaching down his chest. He grunts pulling away before pressing on more kiss to your parted lips “I couldn’t help but laugh a little yawne you look adorable flustered and disheveled” he admits watching you blush his smirk widening as you hit him again “ skxawng you are so mean” you slap his leg the best you could in the water with your tail. He chuckles tilting his head “let me make it up to you yawne hmm?” He murmurs his voice becoming a low whisper stepping closer tilting his head his thumb slowly grazing over your bottom lip. You look up at him heart racing your head barely nodding, his eyes darkens watching his jaw clench before letting out a deep sigh and pressing his lips to yours.

Your heart soars and knees buckle unable to stop the desperate whine that escapes your lips as you kiss back pressing up for more of him. He groans hands slipping from your face down to your hip squeezing hard as if trying to keep itself grounded. You arch your body into him breaking the kiss for all of 3 seconds breathless lips barely apart staring into his eyes the blue hidden under a bit of black pupils dilated beyond recognition. He snakes his arm around you hips pulling you up on instinct you jump wrapping your legs around his hips feeling him move until your sitting on the rough wet platform of the reef rocks exposed in the water. His lips had never left your skin peppering kisses up and down your neck. You whine pulling him back to your lips your fingers tracing down the sides of his neck feeling his own hands grip and squeeze you closer chuckling as he kisses you again.

He growls wanting more of you his fingers craving to mark every inch of your body as he pulled you closer to him exploring your mouth with his tongue before his mind screamed for him to stop once he felt your fingers on his tweng. He wanted to court you and mate you right not fuck you in the middle of the reef as much as the though made his cock twitch. He looks up at you taking in your wide confused eyes asking him silently 'why? Why did you stop?' He groans taking a deep breath "you are testing what little control I have ma yawnteu" he growls staring up at you. You smile softly "didn't seem to mind a few minutes ago Ao' " his cock twitching just from your voice,you smile and trace a finger down his chest tracing random shapes over his pecs and chest "I am trying to be a gentleman Y/n when all I want to do is mate with you right now make you mine for all to see" he growls looking around his ears pressed back to his "it won't be soft or gentle or sweet like you deserve it will be hard rough and you will be screaming my name until I make your sore and you don't need that…yet" he runs his fingers through your loose hair. You shiver and look up at him your tail audibly slapping the rock in delight your eyes shimmering. He chuckles and kisses your jaw "come on ma tsawksyul try again I promise It gets easier" he helps you back into the water and back on your ilu.

The sun began to set as you slowly caught on to riding a ilu. Ao'nung following you on his ilu as you ride through the water smiling and letting youe free arm flowing with the current behind you. Coming up for air you smile petting your ilu "we finally did it" giggling hearing a chirp as you pet her neck. "I told you y/n you would catch on fast" ao'nung deep voice comes behind you touching your lower back. You shiver smiling looking back at him as the sky began to slowly turn purple eclipse, ears drooping wanting to stay out longer so used to your human body forgetting you could stay out past dark. “We should get back shouldn’t we its not safe” she murmurs

He takes your hand and pulls you closer "yawntu you've been a tawtute too long" he puts your palm against his 3 fingers to 4 as your ilus circled each other "come on yawne" he hums and dives with his ilu. You follow watching the reef come to life in brilliant bioluminescence and glide above him reaching out your hand feeling his brush yours. You smile swimming close your ilus twirling and swimming around each other in a sort of flirtatious dance mirroring the thoughts from your bond and his. You smile the tanhi accenting your face glittering in the dark water he signs for you to follow and you agree following his ilu until you both come across a small secluded beach hidden by rocks

You disconnect from your ilu and swim to the beach. "I still will say pandora at night is the best" you hum looking around. Your ears flick hearing his laugh as you both exit the water "I think there is one thing I like to see at night" he murmurs you could feel his searing gaze on your body and you shake your head blushing walking onto shore feeling his hand take yours. You say nothing, smiling brightly as you both walk on the beach.

“Shouldn’t we get back” you say softly know how dangerous it can be at night pandora was a savage planet a savage beauty that you loved, respected and partially feared.

Ao’nung pulls you into his chest wanting to hold you straddling his lap,he sits against some rocks that faced out to the water and held out his hand “don’t you trust me you are going to be fine” he smirks leaning forward and taking your hand yanking you into his chest. With a soft yelp you fall into him rolling your eyes slapping his chest as he caught you “ was that really necessary” you sigh and shift getting comfortable in his arms going for your usual position eager to feel the safeness and security he gave you back pressed to his chest but his hands denied you staying on your hips preventing you from moving any further than as if he wanted you to be looking up at him instead of turned away from him. He was tired of depriving himself of your face just to hold you call that childish but he was greedy almost shamefully greedy when it came to you.“yes” he gasps making your heart flutter.

“i was robbed of this and i want it back” he murmurs. You smile softly in the past weeks with Ao’nung one thing you learned is how possessive he was of you, during teaching you he made sure to take you as early as your bodies would allow to prevent any of the others from joining them even taking you to secluded secret spots he could have you to himself mostly to do just this fawn and kiss your skin. And why bother using your mauri besides to link and de link both of your bodies slept with him in some form or another you always was with him and him with you. He was even prone to completely scent marking you to the point a dip in the ocean wouldn’t wash away the smell.

“Ao’ what are you even talking about we spent the entire day together” you sigh tilting your head as his lips brush up the side of your throat “i know but not once did i get to hold you not like this” he murmurs “so beautiful,” he purrs mostly to himself his fingers tracing down your arm intertwining your fingers together. You moan out softly and look up at him his blue eyes smoldering in the bioluminescent darkness around you both. Your eyes closing feeling his hand trace over your jaw and throat slowly sliding up the length to tilt your head back further. “Is it wrong to want you….to have you alone” your eyes flutter open eyes shimmering with shock hearing his words and the meaning to them. He stares at you thumb brushing over your lips “its only fair when you tease and distract me with every breath you fucking take” he groans pressing his nose into the junction wher your neck meets the base of your skull. His tail smacking and swishing in the sand before moving to touch yours. You whine your ears twitching heart hammering in your chest.

Over the past few weeks he had gotten carried away becoming overly physical it started with a passing touch with every moment he passed you a touch on the hip or arm. But as the urge to resist whatever pull you both feel for one another was all but forgotten the light passing affection became touch starved, needy, and possessive. Often talking to other clan members the men there he was. His strong arms sliding over your torso and yanking you to him pressing his nose into your temple a content smile with a threatening glare to follow as you obviously accept his affection unaware of the wordless threats he shot at other males. His fingers had taken to aimlessly tracing the stripes and tahni you wear on your skin. Many joke he was touched starved with how often he had his hands on you. And if he wasn't around to physically stake his claim he did so in the fact you reeked of him. Jake didn't let you live it down so much so Ao'nung overhead and made his personal mission to scent mark you make sure everyone knew you were his

A sharp wave of heat snapped through your body hearing his words making her squirm slightly in his arms presssing into his shoulder trying to stop the pooling need not only in your lower stomach but now your cunt already creating a damp spot in your tewng.

You can’t help but press your thighs together trying hard not to let eh whine that was crawling up your throat escape into the night further giving you away. Pulse ringing in your ears feeling his tongue press into your exposed neck licking a long stripe right under your jaw growling your eyes fluttering open looking up as he stared Down at you eyes dark with lust only reflecting the dim light around you. “How is that my fault its not like you are doing anything about it” you asking making a valid point to your teasing shifting your body the view as lovely as it is was not your main concern. You gasp feeling his grip tighten as if to protest your movement but soon let go realizing you had no intention of leaving . Your body already that sounds like a personal problem Ao’nung” you tease voice sultry as you smile eyes blazing with the challenge. "So unless you are going to fix the problem why keep talking about it" you giggle turning your body to straddle him wanting to see him

He chuckles that smart mouth of yours was going to get you both in trouble right now you more so than him. He looks down at you seeing that spark in your eyes as if asking to challenge you. He smirks pressing a kiss into your jaw his hand instinctively grabbing your thigh pulling it “you’re right yawne it is my problem guess I'll just fix it the best way I know how" he chuckles his large hand sliding up your chest, fingers slowly tracing up your skin. He relished in the sound of your moans and gasp from a simple thing like his touch his eyes shimmering with a lustful satisfaction.

An intense hunger began to consume him his lips following his fingers exploring your body all rational thoughts leaving his mind and left a monstrous lust a cracking for you— your eyes, smile and voice become a siren-song driving ever closer to the brink of insanity.fingers wrapping slowly around your neck running his nose along your jaw line his other hand gripping your hip thumb drawing those ticklish circles in your skin. "Hands on" he growls pressing an kiss to your temple adjusting his grip the veins in his hands . He chuckles hearing you moan and gasp for air. He watches your eyes flutter close as his lips brush over your skin loving how you melted and reacted to his words his touch. He could smell your arousal it filled every crack every part of his already clouding brain.

You can’t help the shiver you feel run down your spine as he tightens his grip on your neck, the shock pooling in that ever growing tightening knot in your core. your walls clenching around nothing as a wave of arousal gushes from your now soaking cunt further ruining your tweng.your heart begins to race in your chest feeling his fangs on your skin the thrill of excitement making you squirm.

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out the look in his eyes something you couldn’t put in to words but yet you still understood somehow. Your body shudders involuntarily feeling his hands slowly shift from you hip sliding softly down your thigh the feeling ticklish yet lit a fire inside your body that made your heart pick up and stomach flip. You didn't couldn’t say anything feeling his fingers grip into your thigh the other following soon after. Your eyes never left his as you slide your hands ups his chest fingers dreaming over the swell of his pecs and around his neck feeling the bounce and shift as he slid you in to his lap the tension so thick you felt as if you were losing air as if venturing to far down in the the lagoon.

He couldn't stop himself as he pushed you into the soft sand bodies desperately pressed together as his tongue swirls around your own exploring your mouth claiming it as his, tail slapping the ground as his lips became a little more curious. He couldn't help himself. You had become his obsession he wanted to know, see, feel, every part of you inside and out. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone out loud but he was a man possessed happily so. A growl left his lips as his hand wrap around and grip into your torso and back pressing into your soft skin pulling

He smirks “ here alone i have access to every single part of you and your body.” He chuckle his hands moving up your inner thigh. You whimper arching your back unable to control the reaction your body had under his touch. The look in his eyes was akin to a deranged or rabid animal if you said stop it would fall on deaf ears as if you would utter the word. You look up at him and his predatory grin, a desperate whine coming from her lips as she shift under the hard cage of his body. He chuckles watching you squirm and whine under him as he presses kisses down your body. His nimble fingers slide acros you back the woven top becoming loose and sliding from your body. “ you're so perfect” he groans out as he presses his lips to your hardening nipples reacting to the cool air. He lips latch around one sucking biting holding you down in his iron grip as you writhed in pleasure.

You whine and whimper feeling him release your nipple with a pop pressing hot kisses down your body so,what idly tracing the soft tahni that adorned your skin. You relax let your body submit to him arching and accepting his kisses as he left a trail before stopping right at your thighs

He licks your inner thigh his ears flick hearing your desperate whine as you arch your back moaning in frustration as his hot tongue hit the wrong place the junction of your inner thigh meets your pelvis. “Please” you whine your body rolling up as you turn your head to the side panting your pussy having soaked your tweng in its juices desperate for him despite his insufferable teasing. “ are you asking me to continue yawne” he growls pressing his cheek into your thigh glaring up smirking pressing another soft kiss to your thigh taking pleasure in his torture of you. “You aren’t being fair Ao’nung” you groan as his thumb caressed the soaked fabric pressing his finger into your swollen neglected clit watching as a wave of arousal re soaked the already ruined fabric. He chuckles and decides to give in to your whining it was hard to resist he pulled of your soaked fabric leaving you bare for him to see. He slid his fingers in between your soaked folds groaning “ soaked already fuck you smell so good” he murmurs his face buried between your legs nose nuzzling you clit sending shocks up your spine. He took. A deep inhale seeming intoxicated with your scent alone before carnal hunger took over “ you smell so good wonder if you taste the same” he smirks

You could barely understand him your brain fuzzy just from the little stimulation from his nose on her clit. Walls clenching around nothing begging for release. You whine out begging for him “ pleas Ao’nung stop teasing I can’t take it” he chuckles loving how your voice sounded all needy “ but didnt you say if i wanted to fix the problem id have to do it myself “ he chuckles smug. Before you could respond his long hot tongue pressed into your swollen clit before licking the length of your soaked cunt. His eyes become black as they dilate from your taste alone something he could only compare to a Na’vi in heat or a shark in a feeding frenzy. His mouth latched onto your cunt his tongue flicking across your opening before making lazy circles around your clit.

You squeal fingers instantly finding his hair gripping and tugging as your hips roll and buck against his tongue. He growls pulling his mouth away lips and chin already slick and glistening “ did i say you could grind on my face hmm? Did you forget im in control.” He chuckle his grip changing holding your thighs apart as his forearms held your hips down. You whine as the sensation subsided and a burning unsatisfied need took its place. “Aonung stop teasing fuck your being mean” You whine and let your head fall back into the sand “ and your being disobedient im a metkayina warrior and a real warrior doesn’t need assistance especially when eating…..so. let. Me. Eat” with each word a lick to your opening then a suck on your clit only for him to spit on your cunt and lick it up again. you whimper legs trembling from those words alone. He chuckles and kisses your thigh before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh your eyes rolling back as the thick knot in your stomach tightens the sensation bringing you to nearly cum all over his face.

"Fuck fuck fuck ao'nung" you whine nails digging in the sand arching your back legs shaking. Ao'nung didn't stop slipping his tongue deep into your aching cunt swirling and teasing your clenching inner walls squeezing and gripping at his tongue as your needy cunt sucked him deeper. The tight knot in your stomach threatening to snap, he pulls away lapping and sucking on your clit the vibrations of his moans making your toes curl and wiggle."ao' nung, fuuck~ your tongue please" you whine beggin incoherently for more. He chuckles pulling away feeling your thighs shake around his face turning his head slightly chuckling nipping your thigh again. "That's right ma yawne wiggle your toes and let yourself go" he groans before continuing on your aching cunt. He licks up your juices groaning from the taste his fangs nipping your folds "fuck you taste so good" he groans out before letting his tongue lick and flick at your folds before slithering back into your quivering insides.

You whimper gripping his hair the bun messed up long ago carnal need to devour you. Fingers twisted in his wavy hair the only thing grounding you as his long tongue turned your mind to jelly. Nothing more than his name and long moans escaping your lips. He pulls his tongue away despite how much he loving the way his name rolls of your lips each moan you give. "Mmmm where did that smart mouth go hmm isnt this what you wanted me to fix the problem" he chuckles slipping his fingers inside of you his fingers dragging and pressing on your spot as he waits for your answer knowing your brain is to sex drunk to respond. Your ears flick to the sound of his voice "mmm alright guess I will let your body answer" he chuckles pulling his finger from your cunt sucking your juices from them "I suggest you give me what I want before I get irritated ma tsawksyul if that I'll keep you on the edge until dawn" he growls in your ear before returning back to your cunt his tongue flicking your clit without mercy his eyes sharp demanding you to stop holding back. He presses his tongue against your clit and sucks pulling his tongue moving abusing her sensitive little clit. "Cumming wanna cum" you whine legs quivering as the tight coiling your lower stomach snapping. He growls pulling away with a sloppy pop before pressing a kiss to your sopping cunt "I want to drown in you" he groans before sucking and moaning flicking ypur clit keeping you firm and still.

You groan and squeal as the coil unraveled and you release into his mouth. Your sweet squirt drenching his chin. He groans opening his mouth swallowing trying to catch every drop of your sweet cum as you did just as he asked and drowned him. He pulls away rubbing your clit licking his lips "yeah ma tsawksyul cum for me" he groans watching you drench not only his palm but the sand as you spray and gush for him.

You whine trembling your vision becoming white as your eyes rolls back in your head, as his assault on your overstimulated cunt made your body lock and tremble your brain becoming static.

"-/N…. Y/N" he chuckles tapping your cheek his voice echoing in your ears. Your eyes flutter open seeing his sweet concerned face "Hey there yawne welcome back you went somewhere" he chuckles. You blush and sigh smiling happily "I think I nearly delinked" you sigh panting. He chuckles smirking "I was that good….I'm flattered" he says smug. You laugh and smack his shoulder "Shut up it was amazing" you snuggle into his chest. And he kisses your head "you are amazing" he murmurs closing his eyes nose buried deep in your wavy hair.

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watcheraurora · 3 months

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The Hunter's Spirit

This one came from some ideas I had watching some Tango VODs... 1.4k words

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Light, delicate footsteps crunched through snow. Leaving no print. Listening closely to the draft that blew through the Frozen Crypt, one might hear a high, gleeful giggle. Sometimes, a curly braid disappeared around a corner, crusted over with so much snow and frost its original color was lost. Other times, the ring of a sword scraping over ice echoed from somewhere far away. Or nearby. A fur-lined black cloak, not unlike the Dungeon Master's, would swish up ahead with the speed of the owner's movement, kicking up snow.

Some players swore that when their Clank tolled too high, a ghostly figure sprung through the wall itself and chased them. A few even claimed to have been slain by the ghost. Most of the players dismissed the claims as paranoia in a game made to be suspenseful.

Other players knew better.

Tango sat on the platform entrance to the dungeon, looking at the branching pathways. He didn't mind the way the cold bit at his exposed fingers where they rested on the stone. He was more than used to it at this point. Ever since the dungeon's ice had overtaken his usual fiery nature, the frigid depths of the Frozen Crypt didn't seem to do much to him anymore.

"You can come out now," he called, his voice echoing down the ice. "Game's broken. I'm not fixing it until morning."

For several long moments, nothing happened.

Then, stepping through the stone and solid ice of one wall, the figure appeared.

Just as the rumors described. Black cloak lined with greyish ravager fur. Sword in hand. Small, delicate frame that belied a ferocious fighting prowess and strong confidence. A curly braid. The hair had once been warm red, but the dungeon had turned it as frosty blue as Tango's. Same with the eyes. Green as a jungle once, now piercing and icy blue-grey. Even the brownish freckles has greyed.

Gem tripped softly up to the platform's edge, and with an ethereally graceful leap, hopped the gap that a normal player couldn't hope to clear without Jump Boost, and perched delicately on the edge, sitting next to Tango.

"So you just came to chat?" Gem asked.

"Thought you might get lonely, down here on your own."

"It's fine when there are players running the dungeon."

Tango hummed in agreement. He couldn't quite meet her eyes, guilt still evident in his.

"I'm sorry. When I built this place... I never thought..."

"It's not your fault, Tango," Gem retorted fiercely. "I wanted this. The dungeon wanted me to be part of it. And I answered the summons."

Tango remembered when the dungeon swallowed her. Remembered when, instead of the sonic blast bursting outward, it seemed a warden's attack had instead pulled inward. He remembered watching Gem getting dragged closer to it. He remembered the warden's arms opening as though to embrace her. He remembered watching Gem collide with the warden, its arms wrapping around her. He remembered the flare of teal soul light. And then Gem emerged from the light forever changed. Bound to the dungeon.

"Gem... I didn't mean for this to happen."

"I know. But you made something with so much natural magic. Not everything is in your control," she replied, punching him—hard—in the shoulder.

Tango sighed. He wanted to keep arguing that what happened to her was wrong, but he knew if he did, Gem would pummel him. She was adamant that he didn't blame himself for what happened to her, and had been since that day.

After it happened, Tango had shut the game down and started to try to rescue his friend. To reverse whatever had happened to her.

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"Gem!" Tango broke through the walls of the Black Mines with his pickaxe, launching a rocket and weaving around a corner to see Gem kneeling on the walkway of the top floor of level three. Frost crunched in her hair as she looked up.

"Hi Tango," Gem said. Her eyes were crystal clear and her smile was wide.

Tango knelt in front of her, looking around. Panic the Warden had vanished when it seemed to absorb Gem, but Pain the Warden was still around here somewhere else. "Gem—Gem what happened? You—when you went into the dungeon—you were like in a trance—"

"I'm okay. I woke up and heard the dungeon calling. All the way from my base, I could hear the ambience and the drones. I heard the voice of the dungeon saying my name. The one that announces the cards. Beckoning me down."

"Gem—that's my voice. Prerecorded. There's no other voice of the dungeon."

"I heard it. As clearly as I hear you now. So I put a shard in and picked hard mode. I dodged the ravagers and got lucky with keys. Came all the way down here. And as I worked through the dungeon, the voice talked to me. Asked me if... if I wanted to be part of the game. Part of the dungeon. Like One-Eyed Willie. And I said yes."

Tango reached out and put a hand on her bare arm. Her skin was frigid for the brief moment he was able to touch her before his hand passed clean through.

"Gem what did you let the dungeon do to you?" he whispered in horror.

"Decked Out wanted a hunter. For when Clank gets too high. When a runner reaches maximum, I get to hunt them down. Talk about motivation to keep Clank down, right?"

"I'll fix this," Tango said. "I'll find a way to get the dungeon to release you. I built this game. It will release you."

"Tango," Gem said, slugging him in the arm. "It's okay. I agreed to this."

"But—"

"What if the only way to release me would be to tear the whole thing down, including Deepfrost Citadel, huh? Could you even bear doing that?"

A year's worth of work... all down the drain...

"To rescue a friend? Yes."

Gem's eyes, once warm green now icy blue-grey, hardened. "Don't. You. Dare. I'm fine. Let the game run its course. Maybe when it's all over, it'll let me go."

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The game was still running, and the dungeon had yet to release her. A sword hung off one hip and an axe the other. Tango could do nothing but watch as she hunted down the rest of their friends with glee when they reached max Clank. Sometimes she'd blow a goat horn to announce her hunt had begun. Sometimes she stalked after a runner in eerie silence.

"I still wish this hadn't happened to you," he said.

One of the ravagers came charging down the passage. Tango scooted back so it couldn't reach him. Gem didn't move, letting the beast nose at her cloak. She patted it, even though her hand passed through it. She giggled. "It's okay, Skippy," she said to the ravager. "Tango is a friend too. We're part of the dungeon, but he made it."

The ravager huffed and grunted, not looking impressed.

"Hey, Skippy," Tango said.

Gem continued to coo at the ravager until it got bored and wandered off. Tango watched it retreat deeper into the crypt.

"What if the dungeon doesn't let you go when the game's over?"

Gem shrugged. "Then it doesn't let me go and I get to haunt the dungeon as the Spirit of the Hunter." She threw her braid off her shoulder, frost crunching in its folds and snow drifting off of it onto her cloak. "It's okay. I'm okay with that. I like being part of the dungeon." She smiled, and Tango caught a glimpse of the bloodlust that always seemed to lurk just under her sweet exterior. "It gets a little quiet, but the peace is okay, after all the shenanigans."

"You sure?"

"Of course. And when the game's over, then you can figure out how to separate me from the dungeon if it doesn't let me go. How's that sound?"

Tango made a face of irritation. He'd rather figure it out now. But if he tried, she'd be upset with him. "Fine. When the game has run its course, if it doesn't let you go, I'm getting the others together and we'll find a way to get you out."

"Okay!" Gem smiled and got to her feet. "Get some rest, Tango. You've got a game to fix in the morning."

Another graceful leap sent her off the platform and onto the ice. She giggled—the sound echoing across the ice—and disappeared through a wall. The Spirit of the Hunter vanishing until she was called on to hunt.

#TangoTek #Tango Tek #GeminiTay #GeminiSlay #Aurora Writes #Rory Writes #Hermitcraft fic #Decked Out 2 fic

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obsessedfluffbutt · 1 month

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My own little entry, I wrote up for @glowweek

Day 1 prompt: Glow or Dark

A Perfect Picnic

“Steven!” Connie giggled as she held her hand out to help him climb over a large stone outcropping.

“Don't worry I got it!” He exclaims as he holds her hand, a large picnic basket in the other, thick pink and teal flannel blanket folded over one shoulder.

With her help they finish climbing the outcropping, practically halfway up a mountainside at this point, and glance into a large cave opening before them.

“You really want to have a picnic here?” She asks skeptically, snatching the blanket from his shoulder before it can fall. He'd insisted on carrying everything. The picnic basket, blanket and even his guitar strapped across his back. If she'd let him, he probably would have carried her too.

The cave opening is large, like the entrance to some superheroe’s hidden lair. The sunshine from the perfect warm day with its clear skies illuminates the entire opening, putting glistening stalactites and stalagmites on full display, making the cave look like the maw of a giant beast, waiting to clamp down on unsuspecting prey.

“Not here, here! C’mon, you gotta see this!” Steven guides her into the cave, making his way around stalagmites easily twice his height. Steven's not exactly the cute little shorty he used to be anymore, she sighs wistfully at the memories of when she was taller than him. Now grown adults, he towers nearly a full head over her.

“I found this place while hiking a few weeks back. Garnet called me saying I would be coming up on some old gem tech that needed to be taken care of, so when I saw the cave I decided to explore. I found something WAY cooler than old broken gem tech.” He tells her as he guides her further and further into the cave.

Connie just hums as she keeps a close eye on the stalactites above, and another on her beautiful boyfriend. Last thing they need is one of them to fall on his head when he's not paying attention. He guides them between one last pair of pillars into a large opening. Light from the cave entrance shines between the two pillars rising from the floor showing… more cave.

“Uh Steven? It's just the back of the cave.” Connie raises an eyebrow at him as he grins goofily at her.

“Just a second!” He exclaims, then, finding a dry spot on the otherwise slightly damp ground, he takes the picnic basket and sets up a cute little luncheon for them. Taking a light flannel blanket from inside the basket to lay on, he sets out plates, a thermos of tea, and several containers full of sandwiches and fruit.

“Wait. You had a blanket in the basket? Then why'd we bring this one?” She asks, holding up the thick flannel she'd snatched from his shoulder moments earlier.

Taking off his guitar he guides her to sit on the blanket, then relieves her of the heavy flannel and walks back over to the pair of stalagmites they'd squeezed through.

“This is why.” He carefully drapes the flannel around the stalagmites, securing the corners tightly in small cracks in the stone, plunging the two into complete darkness.

Just as Connie is about to scold Steven for making them practically hike up a mountain just to have a picnic in a dark dank cave something catches her eye. A pale blue begins to shine around the bases of the stalagmites near the very back. Gradually the cave is filled with tiny glowing mushrooms! She couldn't see the normally brownish-gray fungi in the light of day, but now, in the dark they show their beauty through bioluminescence.

As the cave is brightened and filled with soft bluish light, the cave walls themselves seem to glow. Like some stones do under blacklight, the cave walls begin to glow a reddish orange hue, tiger striping the walls. The entire space appears to come alive, the two colors mingling, growing and fading with each other, as though breathing.

“Wow!” Connie breaths in amazement.

Steven grins as he settles down onto the blanket with her, unpacking and handing her a sandwich.“Pretty great spot for a picnic right?”

She can't help but giggle as she munches her sandwich, “It's perfect.”

They sit, enjoying each other's company for a short while, basking in the beautiful glow of the cave around them. Steven picks up his guitar and begins strumming, humming a gentle tune to her as she sips on some tea from the thermos.

Connie gazes in complete adoration at the love of her life as the cave around them seems to swirl in a dance all its own to his music. Steven gazes back, his eyes filled with just as much love and adoration for her.

The perfect place for a picnic.

#connverse #steven universe #steven and connie #connie maheswaran #glowweek prompts #glowweek #su #steven universe future

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shirohige-pirates · 5 months

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Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes. 18+ only

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Chapter 16: Frustrations

Tuesday you entered the garage once Marco brought the two of you back to your house for the day. Sure enough there was your car - you’re practically new car. Everything had either been machined, replaced, or refurbished, and you were certain the only miles on the new engine were however many Kid used to make sure everything was perfect before driving it from the shop to here.

“Wow.” Marco whistles. “It looks brand new.”

“Technically it practically is.” You admit, walking by the small work bench you had in the garage and picking the keys up before walking around it. “Man, Usopp did a phenomenal job.”

The 1978 phoenix design had been expertly recreated on the hood. Black lined the body, fading into blue, and then teal, and finally there was small golden area around where the bird’s heart would be. The wings were hollow like the original design, lined thinly in metallic gold with teal for the flames. Against the blue of the car’s body it really made the design pop.

The final touches were what you and Usopp had talked about the most. It was based off a design you’d seen of the mythological Phoenix in a book you’d read. One that, well, you weren’t sure anyone else had access to anymore.

Three sets of golden rings chained from the main body of the bird’s tail feathers. One wove its way down around the headlight assembly, the final orb painted behind the car’s manufacturer’s insignia. The other two chains slid off the hood and fluttered down the quarter panels of the car, ending just before the door handles.

“`What uh… what prompted these colors and this design?” Marco questions, walking around the car with you and admiring the work.

“It’s a little unorthodox right? Usually the phoenix is depicted with reds and golds. A powerful entity of life and rebirth and immortality.” You begin. “Timeless and mythological.”

Running your fingers over the last few chain links of golden tail feathers on the car’s door you pause for a moment before continuing.

“I read a book a long time ago, thanks to Ivan shoving books in my hands almost faster than I could read them, that had an illustration of the phoenix with colors like these.” You smile softly, a mix of the memory and your little white lie. Ivankov had shoved books into your hands as fast as you could read them when you were younger, but even so, most of the books you had read were contained within your library. A place no one could enter unless you let them.

A place that would get you executed on the spot, changed world or not, if anyone ever learned about it. You hadn’t even told Ivan about it, though you were pretty sure that he knew you had a devil fruit, even if you never used it or talked about it. Your surrogate guardian was dangerously observant.

“It was a book on Devil Fruits,” you say a little abruptly, pulling yourself out of your own memories. “That’s where I got the word tori too. The Tori Tori no Mi are a class of bird-related devil fruits, and besides, Tori-chan is just an absolutely adorable name for a car that’s probably going to sound like a demon if I rev the engine a little roughly.”

“Ah, I see. So you’re a, uh, fan of that devil fruit?” His words are a little awkward, but his expression is relaxed. He gives you an easy smile when you look over at him.

“I mean, it is a really cool fruit, but I don’t know that I’d say I was a fan.” You clarify. “No matter what a devil fruit is or does, the effectiveness of any of them is based on a ton of different variables. The stamina of the user, their capacity to mesh with the fruit, the creativity required to utilize it, and the control to keep from burning themselves out.”

You clear your throat a little, popping the trunk to see if Kid left you any surprises. “If I was a fan of any fruit, it’d be more like being a fan of the person who had it. You know, how well they could use it, and what they used it for.” You explain, pulling out a jumper kit, an emergency kit and a blanket from the trunk before lifting up the floor to see how the spare tire and jack were situated.

“I mean, who’d be a fan of someone who had like, a healing fruit and all they did was go around and kill people?” You start putting the kits back in the trunk and give Marco a smile. “It wouldn’t be the fruit’s fault, at least, but what a waste.”

“That makes sense.” He murmurs. Taking in a breath he smiles, focusing on you more than the car. “Want some company for your first drive?”

You grin. “You trust me enough to relinquish control like?” You tease.

Marco grins. “I like driving my car, yoi.” He begins. “It doesn’t mean I have trust issues.”

“Mmm, but you do like being in control.” You assert, giving him a pointed look as you unlock the car.

“You’re not talking about driving anymore.” He grins, getting into the passenger seat and setting it as far back as it will go.

“I was not,” you admit, settling in and hitting the garage door before you start up the car. The engine in your Firebird is a little louder than Marco’s SEL, but it rumbles smoothly, and the even though it’s amplified within the confines of the garage, it’s not so loud as to be a nuisance.

“It feels like it’s been months since I’ve gotten behind the wheel.” You run your hands over the steering wheel. “It’s a little surreal honestly.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, everything’s new, effectively. This isn’t my car, but it is most certainly my car.” You try to explain. “Kid did a solid job.”

“You’re not wrong, yoi. I might have to consider seeing if he’d be willing to be my primary mechanic.”

“If you actually let him work on that SEL he’d probably pay you for the privilege.” You laugh. “Next time we have a reason to go to the shop I’ll see if I can get him to show you Victoria.” You turn, looking over your shoulder as you back out of the garage. “It’s certainly one thing you two have in common, if nothing else.”

“Hm? He’s more into the older luxury cars?”

“Yeah, Vicky’s a 1957 Bel Air.”

You drove the two of you along a few back roads, hitting a long open stretch and really opening the motor for a couple of miles. You didn’t want to push your luck too much, but it was nice to be behind the wheel again. It was even nicer to have a car that wasn’t going to break down on you on the way to work, or well, anywhere within the island honestly.

You and Marco talked about cars while you drove. How he effectively inherited his from his Pops, and you admitted that your car had been a gift from Ivankov. It wasn’t in the greatest shape when you’d first gotten it, and you’re pretty sure Ivan had only meant for you to drive it for a couple of years before buying your own.

Before the car had given out, however, you’d ended up getting close to Kid. With his business it just made sense to let him keep the car running, and in the process you yourself had learned quite a bit about cars. It had worked out in the end, and even Kid had been trying to get you to replace the Firebird for the last couple of years.

He wasn’t sick of working on it, so much as he was probably worried the frame would just snap while you were in the middle of driving.

But now that wasn’t a concern. Tori-chan was as new and as safe as you could hope for, and in a way the entire process really had made her something of a phoenix.

After the drive it was dinner.

And then farewells.

The kiss in the foyer was gentle, long, sweet, and entirely too brief.

Your fingers had stayed entwined in his for as long as you could possibly manage, and you didn’t want him to leave.

He didn’t want to leave.

But there would be work in the morning, and you had your date plans set for Friday. Time that had danced around you and slipped through your fingers might deign to slow the next couple of days, but it would still move forward. It had no other choice.

Once you closed your front door, however, you had a problem you hadn’t really ever had before.

Your home was empty.

Empty hadn’t ever really been a word you had used to describe it before. It was, perhaps, a bit too big for a single person, but it had all that you needed and more. You had shelves of books, plenty of storage, and room enough to host parties occasionally. A little more than modest, decidedly less than ostentatious.

But it hadn’t ever felt empty before. Not like this.

You tried to tell yourself it was the rush of a new love, but you’d had “new” lovers before now, and even then your home had been comfort. The peace and quiet gave you time to recharge, or cool off. It never left you feeling almost hollow.

Almost cold.

It was frustrating! You were full-grown, not some teenager led around by your nose by your libido. There was no reason to be so dramatic about it.

Flopping onto the couch with a sigh, you already knew the problem wasn’t your libido. Sure there was a lot of chemistry between you, and a lot of tension, and a lot of tenderness too. You teased each other on near equal terms, and you were certain he was struggling as much as you were.

The flush in his cheeks, the red in his ears, the heat that rolled off his neck and the desire that slipped from his lips like silk. The way his fingers twitched and flexed, and the pleased sounds that rattled around in his chest.

The way he restrained himself even though you could tell he just wanted to completely take over.

In some ways you wanted to let him. Not to lose yourself in him completely, but a little. Enough that, at least in certain situations, you could happily let him lead. Let him decide.

Let him hunt you.

“-you’re going to end up that Vet’s pet, little mouse.” Kid’s words echo in your brain a little, and you scoff into the empty air of your home.

Empty.

Grumbling and muttering, you pull yourself off the couch and grab a shower before turning in early for the day. Time would pass because it had to, and if you were just going to be frustrated sitting on the couch, you might as well get a little extra rest.

If things went well this weekend you’d need the extra energy anyway.

#Birds of a Feather #Marco x reader #x reader #reader insert #marco the phoenix #marco the pinepple #modern au

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shi-daisy · 7 months

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Fallen

Day 2 with Angelformers and fluff because I couldn't pick a more concrete myth for my bots. Hope you all like

WaveWave Week 2023- Day 2: Mythology AU

Fallen

He'd seen angels fall before, but Shockwave never thought he'd be one of them.

He was of one of the 12 seraphim, at the right hand of the gods and yet... questioning one order once was all it too for his wings to burn as he fell and his halo tossed aside.

Shockwave didn't want to move, he'd laid on the ground for seemingly hours before someone came to aid him.

"Oh you poor thing. We hadn't had a fallen one in months. Can you move?"

That voice was so sweet and beautiful he expected an angel to gaze upon him. He wasn't wrong

The man in front of him had no doubt been an angel himself, though one of lower rank. He'd seen him in passing before the both fell. Now he stood before Shockwave with red eyes instead of teal and dark blue hair instead of baby blue, he also had a purple marking upon his dark skin. 'He's of the Decepticon order's Shockwave deduced.

"Soundwave? Is that you?"

"You know of me? I'm flattered. Yes, it is I. The former cherub under Ratbat's service. It is unexpected to meet you in such circumstances sir. You've always been of the best Heaven had to offer.

"No. Not anymore Soundwave. I merely questioned them and now I've become nothing but a former angel. Its...It's unfair."

"I agree. Come with me, let's get you healed up and we can discuss this."

He had no other option, but still followed closely behind Soundwave as the blue haired man led him away.

***

"All done! Good as new! Now just rest up until tomorrow and we can chat!"

"Thank you, Monochrome."

"No problem Shockwave, and don't be too formal dear, from now own you can call me Chromie!" She beamed.

The medic walked away and left him and Soundwave alone in the medbay. His charred wings were still sore but now that they'd been bandaged and covered in ointment the pain subsided a little. His golden hair had turned dark purple and his sparkling eyes were now golden rather than blue. He looked so different, but didn't dislike the look. Everyone else had changed as well.

He was surprised to have seen so may former colleges in passing, even catching a glance of Megstron, the first fallen angel. 'Too many of us were discarded'

"Try to rest, if you desire we can speak to Megatron tomorrow. Sleep on the decision."

"I do not need to sleep on it. I've made my decision the moment fire threatened to take over me as i fell. I shall join the Decepticons in the quest to take over heaven."

Soundwave smiled. "Glad to hear it. Lord Megatron will be delighted to know you're joining us."

He smiled. "There is one request I have, however. "

"Anything you like."

Shockwave placed his hand upon Soundwave's. "I'd like to have you as my guide during this transitional period. That is, if you'd like."

Soundwave kissed his hand tenderly. "As you command, Shockwave. Let's bring a reckoning to heaven together."

#wavewave week 2023 #wavewave #tf shockwave #tf soundwave #Day 2: Mythology AU

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muraenide · 4 months

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Ah great the class did not start yet. She takes advantage and zooms right in and through the students, just how exactly will she manage to figure out where is Jade's desk ? Well she'll find a way.

After a few seconds of looking around she luckly spots Riddle somewhere trying to make the students to settle down to their desks since class will start soon, ugh....to say she was less than thrilled to have to rely on him would be an understatement, however she needed to be out of there FAST so she can't waste any more time. She makes her way towords him to ask where Jade's desk is, and after a few minutes of lecturing her about some crap she doesn't care, she finally gets the answer. She leaves a box on the desk and then she's gone.

Inside the box was a photo frame in shade of light blue and some teal blended in. The frame had some beach-themed decorations such as sea shells glued on and some waves painted on but it also had the word Family sculpted into it. She stumbled across the frame while browsing Sam's shop for shit to waste her money on. It was not something she would ever buy, she doesn't even have a use for it, but it reminded her of a moment she heard Jade talking on the phone with his family. He seemed pretty happy, so he must love them. She doesn't know if they have cameras underwater but who knows, maybe he can put a picture of their family one day there. Or something like that, maybe just him and Floyd. Whatever he does with the frame is not her concern anymore, she just hopes nobody is gonna be a fucking snitch anout seeing her there!!!

Happy Birthday Jade! / @trestole

Riddle's cutting glares of disproval are an everyday sight. Jade shrugs them off with a cynical smile, waving at Riddle instead, pretending as if they were decent friends. He moves to his seat, light as a butterfly. It's not every day he finds surprise gifts waiting for him on his desk, and most certainly not from his classmates. Although he sees them almost every weekday, they are on distant, polite terms. His classmates had found him too conniving, and more than a handful of them preferred to stay away rather than risk Floyd jumping on them whenever he felt like it for being a friend of Jade's. Jade liked it that way, he found it comfortable, and nothing had felt more like freedom.

Long, slender fingers reach for the box. Fitting a thumb under its flap, he lightly lifts the cover and blinks.

Gold and silver were stuff he's grown up seeing. Anything valuable for that matter. His family's treasure trove was filled with countless priceless artifacts that anyone could barter away for enough money to feed a family of ten for three weeks or even three months. Perhaps it was ironic of him to declare that gold and silver did not interest him despite all that he has going with Azul and Floyd now. It's quite a hypocritical thing to say, but Jade would not lie to others or himself if he could help it.

In retrospect, rarely would he receive inexpensive, dainty gifts such as this. The student sitting on his left gives him a nudge. A Savanaclaw sophomore, their ears reminding him of Ruggie when they twitch curiously at the item in his hand. "What is it?" They ask, "Someone got yer a gift?"

"I suppose that is what it seems to be." Jade grins back, "Jealous?"

"Naw, just thinkin' how nice t'is to receive a present anonymously. Recently it feels like no one tries that hard anymore." Lying on his back, the Savanaclaw student lifts his legs, ready to prop it on the table with not a care in the world when he almost loses his footing. "J-Jade?!" He exclaims, "What ya doing?!"

Jade crushes the photo frame in a tight grip, throwing in a spell to further grind it to dust. He toys with what remains of it in the form of sand and lets it dissipate into the wind. His classmate stares at him speechless, a moment ticks by before he regains his senses, and then he scowls. "No wonder you've got no friends! What a jerk! Sheesh!"

Jade laughs and largely ignores him for the remaining period of the class. When the bell rings, they leave the classroom. Jade strolls down the hallway with his bag over his shoulders. Once he's out of sight, he mutters a spell under his breath, a small whirlwind resembling a tornado of bubbles appears and drops the same photo frame into his grasp.

Jade catches it, chuckling at the little show he'd just put on. Of course, it would be quite unlike him if he were who everyone expects him to be.

Looking over his shoulders, he grins to himself in the dark, overlooking the empty hallway trailing behind him, void of people. Now he simply needs a photo to place into the frame... what a delightful gift. To think whoever got it for him knew his favourite colour...

#trestole #𖦹 ⋆꙳ ⁄ ic.#𖦹 ⋆꙳ ⟡ ⁄ ᶜᴴ⁰⁰³ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄʜᴀɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜꜱ *:･ MAIN VERSE.#// sorry not sorry dana hes just horrible

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5p7lyy · 1 year

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Itoshi Rin x gf!reader

Requested by no one

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : some strong language (ex : bastard)

Side - note : Rin seems ooc, too unrealistic, not proofread, photo- banner got it from : @seichira on tumbler

“Tch..”

She heard him breathes out, annoyed by his current situation.

She raised an eyebrow, before huffing out and keeping her hands behind her back.

“Such lukewarm bastards..” he murmured under his breath, but she heard it quite well.

His arms folded up together, irking slightly with that stoic expression.

She had an awkward smile on her face, beads of sweat running down her sides of her head. Even her hand felt sweaty holding his, keeping him from snapping at any seconds.

It sure looked like a mother holding back her agitated son. They were in their highschool, in their soccer field, where some other players were fighting, violently…while some other were holding them back to prevent anymore violence.

And Rin..is more irritated that his precious time is getting wasted by some high school idiots, it was getting on his last nerve. He was holding her hand or more so, gripping it, she could feel her bones cry out in pain..

But she still had a small smile on her face, eyes imaginary crying, and this teal-eyed man, didn’t even realize..! Gosh he really is a stone..

It’s also not usual for him to show affection in public, especially like holding hands, it is unlike him.

And the poor girl didn’t know if it was good or bad.

He looked at his left forearm, noticing the time wasted. Dude..it’s been five minutes..

She glanced at his watch, her head leaning against his chest gently to get a better look.

His look was unfazed on the outside, but he can feel his heart doing its utmost at beating.

“How about going to another field..? There’s one big field by the small market..!”

She said, going back to standing next to him, staring at him softly as he he looked at the field, then his watch, then her. Sighing softly as he nodded, their hands getting separated.

They walked to the school lockers, changing their school-shoes to what they came with this morning. Walking together in silence is awkward.

She didn’t know what to say or do to lift up the mood. She kept looking at the street as she walked beside him.

Her eyes hung up wide as she saw a small ice cream truck, her eyes shined brightly.

She tugged to his blazer, as he turned around, the same expressionless look on his face.

“Can you wait here for a little bit, I’m gonna go buy something real quick..!” She said as he nodded at her words, confirming her to go.

He watched her go to the small truck, his expression hardening a little.

When she came back with one dual-popsicle, a blue flavored.

“Here you go, Rin..!” She smiled softly, breaking the popsicle so it’s two now, handing it over to him.

His hand uncontrollably moved and took it, eyeing it gently.

“…Thank you..” he said quietly but enough for her to hear. She smiled lovingly at him.

“You’re welcome..! I’m sorry I couldn’t get us two, it was the last one, we’re quite lucky..!”

“You didn’t have to..” he murmured, it is quite a shock to hear him talk more than usual.

She hummed, while popsicle in her mouth confused by his statement.

She pulled it out of mouth, leaning against his shoulder, chuckling softly as they continued walking.

“You really are so cute Rin!” She exclaimed softly, making the boy widen his eyes slightly, a few red hues form on his cheeks as he turned his head to the side.

They turned by the market, heading to the green field. It’s also belongs to the school, whenever there was a heated soccer match between other schools, it will be used.

She sat at a small bench, while him taking off his blazer, and school jacket. She watched him take a ball and started dribbling it.

She was always impressed by his soccer skills, it was like he was good. No perfect at this sport, no flaw no mistakes. She smiled genuinely, thinking how lucky she was to be his girlfriend.

She leaned against the bench, wearing his blazer on, her eyes following every single move he did.

‘Kyah! He’s so perfect!’ She thought like a fan girl.

While the other was focusing on his training. As he passionately dedicates himself to train every single day after school and especially weekends. He just wants to see his beloved brother getting crushed at soccer by him.

He glanced unconsciously at the bench, to see his lover in his blazer, watching him train attentively. His cheeks redden quickly, going to continue his training.

It’s been like an hour or more, and he was done with his soccer practice, the only issue was it started drizzling a little the minute he finished training!

She removed his blazer, giving it to him.

“Here, you’re sweaty and in this kind of weather you might get sick..!” She said handing out to him.

He tilted his head slightly, as he shoved the blazer away. She was confused by his act, while he simply did that so she wears it and does get sick.

“You’ll get sick.” He said, taking his bag and picking up hers. She stood there, her cheeks flaring up with the color red and her heart flutters softly as she could hear it from her ears.

“Are you gonna stay there and get wet?” He said bluntly, snapping the girl from the love-trance, taking her bag from his hand, murmuring a small ‘sorry’.

Gulps slowly, moving his arm to pull her next to him. Going to the small market to wait until the rain slowly softens and get an umbrella.

“Did you call your mother..?” He asked, earning a nod from her.

“She said she’s close, she’ll come pick us up!” She smiled warmly.

“No need to take me home (Name)..” he said looking away.

The girl wrapped her arm around his left one shaking her head.

“I had a nice day today even though I only just watched you practice..but I don’t dislike that! I love spending time with you, Rin.”

His eyes widened a little, feeling his heart thump fast. Moving his right arm to cover his mouth, his face returning normal.

“That was such Lukewarm cliché.” He murmured softly earning a sweet laugh for her, as his cheek reddened slowly, a small smile forming on his face.

#headcanon #oneshot #femreader #blue lock #bllk x y/n #bllk rin #bllk x you #bllk imagines #bllk nagi #bllk bachira #bllk fluff #bllk anime #bllk #bllk itoshi rin #high school #fluff #tumblr fyp

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sunwarmed-ash · 10 months

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Hello I return with more Gavin hc for you

I firmly believe he volunteers at the local animal shelter to help take care of the cats. The shelter staff do have to keep him away from prospective adopters cause he's still Gavin

I'm crying, I love Gavin and his cats 😻

"Ugh! Mr. Sweaty napkins no!!!" Gavin shouted, louder than he probably should have at the senior tabby cat, who on the best of days tolerates humans. But he had knocked over a glass of water for the 7th time now and this time it landed all over his phone.

In the cat's defense, he really wasn't supposed to be on his phone. Hes supposed to be working. But the customers who come into the Cat Cafe (which is attached to the Detroit Cat Rescue) on thursdays are always dicks. Its always the same 4 assholes who come in, loiter in their restaurant, spend no more than the cost of drip coffee, and worst of all, mistreat the cats.

Howell won't even kick them out. Their cafe\adoption shelter was barely scraping by as is. Any money coming in, even from bad customers, was worth it.

However, Gavin wasn't standing for it today. He shook water off his phone and finally looked through the kitchen window to see what Mr. Sweaty Napkins must have been trying to get his attention about.

Charles, MSN longtime boyfriend and best friend, is up on one of the red and teal booths, his hackles raised all the way up. He's hissing and swatting at Resident Jackass Number 4 who is currently shoving a fork in the animals face for fun.

"Hear ya loud and clear buddy," Gavin says to the orange tabby before demanding it to stay put, knowing he would do whatever he damn well pleased before heading into the small dining room to address the situation.

"Hey, asshole! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Gavin's sudden and angry presence startles the man and subdues the cat, who jumps immediately onto Gavin's shoulder when he gets close enough.

"What, we're just playing," the man scoffs, confidence back now that they had an 'audience' to entertain.

"Bullshit. I mean, are you stupid? He was phcking hissing. He's telling you he's not cool with that shit. So knock it off."

The man's smirk only grew when their spectacles humored the other dickwads that seemed to show up too often for comfort.

"Oh I'm sorry, I don't speak pussy."

The lewd comment doesn't bother Gavin, but it does bother the other smattering of customers. Specifically the handful with kids and Gavin growled and doubled down.

He yanked the scrawny man up by his jean jacket, reveling in the man's sudden choked surprise.

"Time to go asshole," he mutters quietly, pushing the squirming man up, out the front door, and out of their lives.

Howell, his junior, blue haired twink of a boss was furious, of course, because the man, a 'Jeremy Turnpike' left a one star review of their cafe a half an hour later and Gavin got his ass chewed for it.

Gavin didn't care. Even if Howell didn't have his back, he knew he made the right choice. He did the job he was hired for. He protected Charles, and all the other cats from cruel assholes.

"Well?!?" Howell demands suddenly and Gavin grimaces because he definitely checked out the second his boss started bitching him out.

"Well what?" He asks anyway, getting another pretentious scoff from the younger man.

"I can't believe you Gavin. I just can't believe you."

Me? I can't believe you don't have my back! Gavin shook his head and made up his mind.

"You don't gotta believe me anymore. I quit and I'm adopting Charles and Mr. Sweaty Napkins when I leave."

So, how is Sumo with multiple cats… 1:23 PM

His phone was still struggling to load certain apps and would need a rice bath when he got home but he was at least able to text Hank and Connor, forewarning them of the two new roommates coming home with him.

Hank texted back a

How many we talking? Knowing Gavin all too well and Connor called requesting video proof.

The camera only loaded partially, gaining confused remarks from the other side.

"Sorry if you can't see much. This guy, decided to knock a glass of water onto my phone. But it was to save his partner. So I guess I can't be too mad."

The cats were currently sitting in the zipped up fur of his winter jacket, looking at the inside of his car while the old engine roared to life.

"They sure are cute Gav," Hank says, a softness in his voice he only gets when he's talking about animals or babies.

"How soon until you're home Gavin?" Connor asks, a child-like eagerness in his voice that accompanies the addition of animals. The first time Gavin brought a kitten home Connor and the thing were practically inseparable.

"You'd know that better than me wouldn't you, computer boy?" Gavin teased gently. No longer holding any malice for the android.

Whatever Connor was gonna say next was halted by an inhuman static squeaking noise that confused both the humans and the cats. When they realized it was Connor's verbal reaction to the cats falling asleep in Gavin's jacket, they all laughed collectively.

"I'll be home soon as I can. I think you're gonna get along with these guys Con. They are a couple of old grumpy gays like Hank and I."

"Hey!" Hank rebuffed, causing another wave of laughter to fill his car, adding a bit of silver lining to his storm cloud of a day.

The cat cafe, Howell, Mr. Sweaty Napkins and Charles are all characters from Bee and Puppy cat lazy in space. I just rewatched Gentle touch as I was thinking up this ficlet

#max answers #detriot become human #gavin reed headcanons #send em my way and I’ll see what I can write #if you like these I have a jumbo fic called the Eden club #find me on ao3 #sunwarmed ash #i post new stuff every sunday #sinful sunday #gavin dbh #dbh gavin reed #hank x gavin x connor #hankconvin #gavin x connor x hank #hank x gavin #connor x gavin #the eden club

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megarywrites · 9 months

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find the word tag game

tagged by @writingbyricochet (thanks!) and mine were: brilliant, sparkle, charge, and feather. all of mine will be taken from Seafoam, ofc

I'll tag: @thewriteflame @isherwoodj @caitlinbirenbaum @daisywords and @pinespittinink and your words will be: near, necessary, need, never, and news

brilliant

“You don’t have to use any of the hammocks if you don’t want to,” she said as she smoothly slid into the one woven from frilly, olive-green algae. “Some of the others sleep wherever they want. But I really like having my own designated space to retreat to.” I swam a little further up, to the one strung across the beams just above hers. It was made from what looked like a ship’s sail, only it had been dyed violet. At one point, it had probably been a brilliant shade, but after however long it had been submerged in the saltwater, its vibrancy had been greatly diminished.

sparkle(ing)

The sky was devoid of clouds on a day that it should have been raining. The sky was blue and clear, the sun’s warmth beating down on us, its light sparkling on the sea. Even my downcast gaze was not enough to keep the too-bright light from glaring in my eyes. The bells in the latridom started to chime as we stepped onto the cobblestone lane, the Stoli moving out from behind us, flanking our sides to keep the on-lookers and well-wishers from approaching. My chin quivered as I held my head high, willing myself not to cry. Not quite yet. Ma’s steps faltered and I slowed as the Stoli on her side reached out, holding her up. Stroking her arms and back and veil-covered hair. “Ma,” I whispered, offering her my hand to hold. Her trembling fingers slid between mine, and I squeezed her hand tightly before I started us walking again.

charge

Dinner for the captains was already plattered by the time we arrived. The Sorma directed us to our places, and I was in charge of serving the vina tonight—a honey-gold vina to accompany the main course, and a pale violet vina that smelled of ender blossoms for the dessert. I could feel Zeno’s gaze on me for the majority of the night, but I didn’t pay him any mind, until he kept moving his goblet out of reach. If Geros hadn’t had been there, I would have smacked the back of his head and grabbed the goblet myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him grinning at me when I shook my head slightly. “Am I annoying you?” he asked softly when he finally relented and I started pouring the violet vina into his crystal goblet. I glanced up the table, finding Geros deep in conversation with one of the other men. Something about Jou’eou refusing to trade with Grea anymore. “Of course,” I whispered back, being careful to barely move my mouth and give my speech away. His chuckle filled my ear as I moved away and onto Omero.

feather(y)

“Please, let’s head to my home. You can ask all the questions you wish along the way.” She started forward, wriggling her nearly glowing teal tail to propel herself, the spiny, feathery fins waving around with each smooth movement. I tried to kick my feet, but they moved as one. Were my feet still bound? Again, I attempted to move, but when I looked down to inspect what was the matter, my hair bushed fluidly in my face until I frantically pushed it away. A tail. I had one, too.

#tag game #excerpt: seafoam #wip: seafoam #mc: thala galanis #sc: solera aurado #sc: mitapi galanis #sc: zeno kokinos #sc: geros kyriaku #tc: omero kokinos #sc: mitha #quite the range today i feel like #the first one is the only one i've shared before i think

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darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght · 4 months

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Chapter 9- Part 7

IT IS IT! WE’RE OUT! WE’VE FINISHED! FREEDOM AT LAST!!

…Wait…we’ve gotten through Obsidia Slums…I don’t think we missed anything or anywhere…AND THERE’S STILL NO AMARIA?? SHE WAS NEVER IN THERE!? Then where the heck is she!? Is she around this area!?

I think you’d better worry more about the fissures and trees blocking the way to any stores, I think that’s gonna be what’s stopping you more.

“Byxbysion”? What is that? I thought it was another gem/mineral reference, so I tried to look it up, but all I could find were pages from the Reborn Wiki and YouTube videos about the Wasteland itself (consequently, I nearly spoiled myself regarding this future area of interest, good thing I didn’t look at anything too closely).

Now, there’s bixbyite, however- is that what this is a reference to? It’s gotta be, I can’t imagine what other mineral this could be referencing (well, besides bixbite, but that’s just another name for red beryl and not really used anymore to avoid confusion with the aforementioned bixbyite). Still…definitely a choice to alter the name so much, though.

Huh? That must be the way to a different ward entirely- Coral Ward, it looks like. Is- Is Amaria down there?? If she’s not, after all of this, I think I’m going to become a Fire-type myself-

Hm- very…calm music. Sad, calm music.

Oh yeah, I remember someone from Grand Hall mentioning Coral Pier in that regard.

Too much to explain right now honey, Xera’s still on a mission!

Well, here we are- an entirely new area! Wasn’t expecting to go to a new ward any time soon, I really thought we’d find Amaria in the Slums…

Free Potions are the only things sparking joy right now, also wow this place is foggy-

Even better! Too good to use right now, but they’ll be useful way, way later! Speaking of useful- more street signs!

Fun name, but I don’t think anyone’s singing any sea shanties around these parts.

Ooh, but “Faeward” is an even neater name! But uh, more importantly- why is there just…a broken-down Gym lying around here?

Aw, but I wanted lore. :( Can the old lady standing there provide any information?

That’s…interesting, though vague. Ame did say at the start of the game something about this being the second attempt at setting up a Reborn League after…something happened several years ago. Maybe this Gym becoming all decrepit was another result of that incident? But what happened to its Gym Leader, I wonder?

There’s also this, though. And a new Pokémon Center! That’s good- means we can check up on that Egg in the PC. After speaking to…the only other NPC inside!

Riveting! Alright, let’s see what this Egg is all about, if we can even discern anything…

Oh, they gave the Egg a unique sprite! It’s not the default “cream-colored with green spots” that Eggs usually are, that’s great! That means we can try and guess what the Pokémon’ll be when it hatches!

Let’s see…it’s primarily a light blue, with a patch of darker blue to the side there, and a tiny yellow spot towards the top as well.

Horsea can be one candidate, it’s mostly a light blue with yellowish fins, but no darker blue spots. Same with Chinchou- in fact, I think a Chinchou Egg would have more yellow on it than just that one speck. Then there’s Piplup, who’s got…kinda the opposite- mostly darker blue with lighter blue areas and a small yellow beak, but I feel like a Piplup Egg would have more to its design than just what that sprite shows. Ducklett fits the coloration a bit better, though its own yellow beak is much bigger.

So uh, I guess those are my (imperfect) predictions? Horsea, Chinchou, Piplup, or Ducklett? We’ll hatch it later and see whether I’m right or not. Let’s head back out and see what’s by the piers themselves.