#p.. pink lantern....

[fae-morrigan]

star sapphire guy gardner commission (plus sketch work) for @battlships !

#during the creation of this masterpiece i discovered clip studio paint has a glitter brush. and i went mildly Insane. #guy gardner #green lantern #star sapphire corps #p.. pink lantern.... #my art #my commissions #save a horse ride a cowboy and so forth lol #dc #guy dc #dc art

[cumikering]

Werewolf Keegan x reader 5

3.2k | fluff, suggestive You threatened Keegan with a good time (part 1) (part 6)

Guess who didn’t wipe off your lipstick smudge the rest of the evening. Keegan was into the whole claiming shenanigan more than he thought he did after all.

He smiled to himself as you hiked to the cabin in his jacket. ‘It’s warmer than yours,’ he said, and he was a few seconds away from offering you his beanie. How soon could he make you wear a shirt that said Keegan’s without it being weird?

As part of Raider’s handover process, he had started his training with Gabe. The K9, however, stayed with his handler that weekend because Keegan was taking you on an overnight trip. He figured the cabin was too small for the three of you. That, and he couldn’t find blindfold for dogs.

On the deck next to steaming cups of tea, you had wraps you packed that morning. You leaned onto his shoulder, looking over the city in the distance.

“I miss Raider,” you said longingly. “He’d keep me warm.”

How dare you think he couldn’t keep you warm. Was this a challenge? He pulled you closer. “Are you cold? We can go inside.”

You smiled. “In a bit. Want to watch the sunset with you.”

He moved you to sit between his thighs before putting his beanie on you, tugging it past your eyes. You giggled as you repositioned it.  He held your hands and stuffed them in the pockets of your (his) jacket, chin resting on your shoulder.

Against the textured pink backdrop, the sun inched towards the horizon. Keegan nuzzled your neck, his strong arms wrapping around you. The night fell as the golden flares fizzled out and he flicked on the LED lantern. He laid you down on the deck, his hand behind your head, kissing all over your face with his fingers lacing between yours.

“We need to get in! I don’t want the wolf to come by again.”

“Leave some PB sandwiches out as a peace offering,” he said, rubbing his nose against yours.

You laughed. “No, they’re mine and I’m not sharing with anyone.”

“Not even with me?”

“No, all mine.”

He let out a mock gasp. “I’ll have to eat them all when you’re sleeping.”

He got up to his feet before taking your hand to help you up, leading you into the cabin.

“This is the bed?!” you exclaimed, gesturing at the mattress, which was more of a glorified yoga mat, if he was honest.

“I thought I’d warned you.”

“Well, yes, but you didn’t tell me it was this small. How are we going to fit in there?”

We? He melted a little. “It’s yours. I’m taking the floor. There’s an extra blanket here somewhere.”

“You know I won’t let you do that, right? But… I can’t sleep pressed up to you without a shower either!”

Silly you, threatening him with a good time. “I don’t mind. Not at all.”

You got cleaned up and climbed into bed in his hoodie and your thickest sweats. With your back against the wall, you lay on his chest.

“You know, the first time you stayed at mine,” you began.

His heart skipped a beat. Oh shit, did you-

“I dreamt of my childhood dog, that he was next to me in bed.”

Oh, thank fuck. “What’s his name?”

“Jake.”

Huh, so that’s what you said.

“He was a huge Newfoundland, fluffy jet black fur, like your hair.” You smiled. “Now you know why I like touching it so much.”

It was official. He wasn’t going to cut his hair ever again.

He slid your hand under his shirt. “You sure it wasn’t just me? I’m pretty hairy too.”

You laughed, pinching his stomach.

“Hey, peanut,” Keegan said, fingers twirling your hair.

“What did you just call me?”

“Peanut, like peanut butter.” My favourite fucking thing.

“At this point the P in your name should just be Peanut.”

He chuckled. “Would you still like me if I was a dog?”

“I think the question is supposed to be worm, not dog.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got no plans of becoming a worm. Dogs though, they chill and nap. It’s always a good time being a dog.”

“You’re making it sound like you do plan on becoming a dog.”

“Look at Raider. He’s always happy, isn’t he?”

“That’s true.”

“So? Would you still like me if I was a dog?”

“Yes, I will. Maybe even more.” You paused. “But don’t shed too much!”

He pressed a kiss against your temple. “I promise I’ll clean up after myself with an industrial-sized lint roller.”

He knew it was silly banter, but the words lulled that little part of his brain, that you’d like the other him anyway. He wanted to soak in it, fantasise that you were staying despite his demanding schedule and sullen silence, that maybe you liked him enough to make it work.

Would you, he wanted to ask. If you wanted to bear it with him, make you promise you’d never leave and be the end of all of this, give him what he never knew he wanted.

But that’s not how life worked, so he didn’t. Not now with his terrible secret anyway.

Comfortable silence filled the room. Your hand was still under his shirt, warm against his fuzzy stomach.

“I might go out for a walk later tonight, so don’t be worried if I’m gone, okay?”

“Don’t get lost.”

He chuckled. “No, you don’t get lost.”

“Touché.”

Keegan held you close as your breathing eventually deepened. When he was sure you were asleep, he carefully removed his arm from under you before tucking you in, kissing you on your forehead.

Outside, the night was still with the crescent moon high in the cloudless sky. He stepped out onto the deck and took a deep breath of the fresh cold air before shifting behind the bushes.

With a content sigh, his wolf rolled on the ground, the dried leaves tickling his back making him pant. He jumped to his paws before running through the woods, revelling in the breeze in his fur. He’d missed this. It was nice to finally stretch his legs after so long.

And that better-than-peanut-butter scent filled him again. He stopped in his tracks and turned back towards the cabin. Uh oh, did he wake you?

Sure enough, you sat on the deck, arms wrapping around your legs as you gazed at the moon with a small smile. He sighed. Oh, you were so pretty. He could, and would, look at you all night. He’d love to come up to you, but you were scared of his wolf. As quietly as he could, he crawled behind the bushes. He could settle for the next best thing for his peanut.

As he pushed his snout against the leaves to peek between them, a twig crunched under him. Your head whipped to his direction, and he ducked and froze in place. Dog logic: if he couldn’t see you, you couldn’t see him either.

You leaned back again and began combing through your hair with your fingers. He held his breath, letting your scent breeze pass, but it wouldn’t, and it was his undoing. The leaves rustled as he sat up, panting behind the bushes, front paws padding in eagerness. Why did you have to make it so hard for him?

“Keegan?”

His tail swayed faster. With a whimper, he stuck his head out.

“Oh God, it’s you,” you gasped.

Yes, it’s me!! He hopped out, tail wagging.

“Okay,” you said breathlessly. You stood as slowly as you could. “I guess it’s my fault for going outside. Keegan said you’re friendly, but you’re huge and I’m still very much scared.”

His head tilted. Why did his name sound so good coming out of your mouth?

You backed towards the door. “Respectfully, I don’t mean to be rude at all, but on the off-chance you understand this, would you mind terribly if you keep your distance? Please?”

It was hard to register your words when your scent made his head spin. He crawled towards you, making himself as small as he could as his tail continued to fan behind him. When he got to you, he rubbed the top of his head against your stomach.

“Please don’t bite me,” you said under your breath.

I won’t! At your feet, he rolled onto his back, blocking the door. Give me belly rubs NOW! He waited, his paws folded in front of him, panting. When nothing happened, he lifted his head.

You stood there frozen. He whimpered, high-pitched and desperate. I promise I won’t bite! With a shaky breath, you tentatively reached for his belly. He boofed, tongue lolling.

You let out a nervous chuckle. “I suppose you’re pretty friendly after all.”

I told you! He huffed. Now keep going, please, miss.

You sat down, still scratching him. When you stopped, he lifted his head again. This time you had an amused smile on your face. He flipped over and licked the back of your hand before splaying over your lap.

“You have no idea how big you are, do you?” You laughed, scratching the back of his ears.

He sighed, tilting towards you. Yes, yes, right there. On the brink of falling asleep, his eyes fluttered. I CAN’T. You’d get a heart attack if he shifted back to his bare human form right there.

He straightened up, sitting on your lap as he stared you down with his bright yellow eyes, unblinking, face inches away from you.

You looked away. “C- Can you not do that, please? It’s rude to stare, and I feel you’re going to bite my face off.”

He whimpered, looking down at his paws. It was hard being a misunderstood wolf.

“Thank you.” You ran your fingers down the fur of his neck. “I know Keegan would be laughing if he sees me talking to you.”

His tail trashed again at his name.

“Do you know him?” You chuckled. “Keegan?”

His paws padded on your thighs.

“You do, huh?” You patted his head. “You’re such a sweet boy, very smart too.”

You called him a sweet boy! Could he sprain his tail from excitement? He was going to pass out.

A gust of wind rushed between you, fresh, smelling like dawn. He walked over to the edge of the deck, snout in the air. The rain was coming. Sure enough, the first drop fell.

“Oh, I hope he’s not too far away. I don’t want him to get sick.”

That reminded him. He needed to secure his clothes behind the bushes before they got wet. He nuzzled your neck and licked your hand one last time before disappearing into the woods.

You stood on the deck with your hood drawn tight when Keegan rushed to the cabin with his lantern, rain splotches on his shirt.

“What are you doing out here?” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, guiding you back in. “It’s cold out.”

“You went for a walk with no jacket on.”

“I don’t get cold, you do.”

“Well, then you should have stayed in bed and kept me warm.”

He smiled. “Sorry. I won’t leave again.”

You told him about your encounter with the wolf-dog before quickly falling asleep in his arms.

“Would love to see that handsome boy again. His fur is so soft, like your hair,” you’d mumbled.

It made his imaginary tail wag.

When he left for his next mission days after, Keegan took his beanie and hoodie you wore that night. Sleeping on floors of differing textures didn’t feel so bad when he felt like you were there next to him (on the rare occasions he could tune out Ajax’s snoring). In the field, your handkerchief stayed in his pocket. On his phone, there was now a peanut emoji next to your name.

It was a luxury that he arrived back in the city during the day and finished his debrief before it got dark. With a racing heart, he waited outside your work to pick you up for dinner. It had been too long since he saw you last.

“Keegan!” You gave him a chaste kiss and wrapped your arms around him. “Thank you so much. I love, love it!”

He chuckled, his hands on your shoulders, looking you over. “What?”

“The flowers. They’re my favourite.” You held out the small bouquet, the smile on your face too sweet as your eyes twinkled.

He blinked. “Those aren’t from me.”

“Oh,” you said in a small voice as you took a step back.

He didn’t mean to break your heart, but bitterness pricked.

“There’s no sender, but you got back today and I thought-” You didn’t meet his eyes.

He pulled you to him, kissing your temple. “No, I’m sorry. I should have got you something.”

He didn’t know who those flowers were from, but he could fight. The dude would have to go to war with this jealous spec ops soldier before even dreaming of snatching you, because he sure as hell wasn’t about to let that happen.

He should be flattered you thought it was him when it could have been anyone. He had to step his game up the following weekend. You deserved it.

Time to find new date spots and get you more jackets.

But as luck would have it, that Friday afternoon the familiar heat crawled up his spine. He groaned. His rut was approaching and he knew it was only going to get worse for the next day or two.

I’m coming down with a fever. I don’t think I can meet you tonight, and I might have to cancel the reservation tomorrow. I’m sorry

Bare in bed, Keegan buried his face in one of his beanies you wore, his hips squirming in discomfort, skin damp with sweat. With you in mind, for hours, he did what he could to nurse the distress but as he’d expected, to no avail. It could have been worse really - at least this time his rut came while he was home. Still, he wanted to scream at the thought of the weekend without you.

Fuck this rut. He was supposed to be cuddling on your couch watching a movie, making you laugh with his lame commentary. He should be sleeping next to you, nuzzling your neck with your back pressed to his chest, but there he was instead, stuck at home with his body on fire.He just wanted you. Was that too much to ask for?

He groaned pitifully, not even registering the knock at the door until-

“Keegan?”

He stilled, thinking he was imagining your sweet voice, but you called out again.

“Peanut?” he said to himself. He sat up, swiping his boxers from the floor and stumbling to the door, eyelids heavy.

There you stood in your clothes from work, holding a bag of takeaway with a smile that immediately dropped when your eyes travelled down his flushed, shirtless body.

“Oh dear,” you muttered, looking away. “Am I interrupt- Are you with someone?”

Confused by the crack in your voice, he looked himself over. He wanted to die when he realised what you saw. Fuck. This. Rut.

He pulled you in by the wrist and slammed the door close before bolting into his bedroom. “Give me a second!”

Behind his door, he took deep breaths and willed the situation to go down (it didn’t, of course). But he did his best concealing it in his sweatpants and the baggiest hoodie he owned that felt like the sauna cranked to infinity.

When he emerged out, you were sitting at the table.

“Are you o-“

“I’m so sorry. I swear that happens whenever I get a fever.” He knelt beside you, gripping your hands.

You stared at him for a few seconds before letting out a chuckle. “You don’t look good.” You pushed the clumps of hair off his wet forehead.

His head thumped, skin scalding, but your scent swirling around him dulled the ache. Ever the sweet little thing, you surprised him with a visit, even brought him food to his den. Did you know you were playing a dangerous game?

His fingers grasped your chin as he leaned in. Thinking it was a peck, you pulled away after a beat but he pressed on, arm wrapping around your waist, making you giggle. You were intoxicating even that your shirt carried faint scents of others too. What a nuisance. You needed that off.

He led to his bed and pulled you on top of him, cupping your cheek.

“It’s your fault if I get sick too.” You smiled against his lips.

He knew you wouldn’t, but he couldn’t help wonder what would happen if you did magically catch the same illness, and if you’d be able to keep your hands off him, if he would be able to keep his off you if you couldn’t. His fingers dug into your waist at the thought.

“I think about kissing you a lot. Way too often,” he said breathlessly, eyes closed.

You pulled at the fabric stuck to his skin. “Do you want to get changed? You’re sweating so much.”

He pulled his hoodie off in a swift motion, not caring where he tossed it. “Miss you too much.” His eyes flickered close again. “Just… Stay. Need you here.”

You lay next to him with your head propped up, wiping his face and chest with the small towel on the nightstand. Your fingers went to his hair.

He let out a satisfied sigh.

“You love scratches, don’t you?”

“Love when you touch me,” he rasped.

Your fingers trailed down his neck and chest, dancing over the rise and fall of him, slowing the closer they travelled south. He could feel his own heartbeat as chills ran down his spine, his breath growing shorter. Eyes half-lidded, he tugged your fingers just a hair lower.

An invitation. A plea.

Keegan woke with your back to him, wrapped tight in the comforter you hogged all night. You’d changed into one of his shirts and sweats, your feet sticking out from the burrito you’d rolled yourself into. He got up to grab a pair of socks, and as he put them on you, he realised his head had stopped spinning. His fever was gone.

Last night, he recalled, with the blush over your face and the way your chest heaved, you couldn’t meet his gaze. Even through fluttering lids, he didn’t miss how your eyes raked over him, over and over, your lips parted. Your touch lingered the rest of the night until sleep took him: breathless, but floating with the glow in his chest.

He chuckled softly at the sight of you sleeping so peacefully, leaning in to kiss your temple, and he lingered over you. The morning had started spilling into the room, golden against your perfect face, your pretty lashes fanned over your cheeks. The lips he never got tired of kissing curled into the faintest smile. He sighed.

Keegan chose this path to make use of soul he was granted, for a purpose. He put his life on the line to fight, to protect what he loved. He never knew what it was until then.

@tiredmetalenthusiast @shadofireshinobi @keegansshark @two-gh0sts @rowanyaboats @mangoguy @astraluminaaa @dead-cipher @synnicall

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[wackyharpy]

Solicitude

Eric (Divergent) x Fem! Reader

Summary: Eric takes care of his girlfriend after the hard day.

To find more stories — masterlist

A/N: English isn't my native language. I'm obsessed with this man, oh gods! Needed to write something like this. I'd be very happy for your comments and reblogs. Enjoy :)

Warnings ⚠���

NSFW 18+, fingering, p in v sex, she/her pronouns.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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She enters their shared apartment late in the evening locking the door. Muscles all over the body ache after hard trainings with the squad she's part of. Their commander always keeps them fit.

She finished her initiation taking the third place on the rankings board. Such success for a girl, who was one of the two among other male initiates, ended up with her becoming a part of the squad of the special purpose for secret missions.

Since the day their commander chose her, he has never regretted. It was a right decision. She is smart and witty — former Erudite — calm and placid — a perfect person not to blab plans and inside scoop.

Additionally, she's the youngest leader's girlfriend.

To start relationships with Eric wasn't an easy decision, but two years have already passed and they're still together. Unexpectedly, Eric has turned out to be a simple person to live with. Yes, the character he has, sometimes drives her crazy, although it's not the problem that can't be solved. He's dominant, intimidating and frightening, as he was the first time she met him during the initiation.

Nevertheless, she's discovered much more other facets of his personality. He's not just that cruel leader everybody is used to seeing him. Eric can cook — the first thing that surprised her a lot. He's a good listener and adviser. He motivates her to work and to become a better version of herself — she appreciates time they spend together in the gym where he shares his knowledge of how to obtain skillfulness in fighting, shooting, plotting plans and strategies.

They've learned how to be a leader and a subordinate, a mentor and a student outside the walls of their apartment. But here, they're only Eric and her. Just a boyfriend and his girlfriend.

She walks deeper in the room greeting Eric who is finishing dinner in the kitchen area. Dim lights of lanterns illuminate the space along with the moon whose rays permeate into through the panoramic windows — their apartment is situated on the upper floors of Dauntless compartment.

She rubs red weary eyes with her calloused palms, and sits at the table in the dining area. Exhales heavily. Eric places a plate with baked salmon and veggies in front of her. He constantly pays attention to her diet for her to have energy and be healthy.

"Thanks," she smiles warmly.

Being a leader, he's never provided her with advantages that may assist her easily gain a position in Dauntless. Some people may consider, she got her place in the squad because of Eric, though that's not true. Her efforts are the reason she's there. The only benefits she has is access to products of high-quality, good clothes, domicile and protection.

She eats every now and then looking at sharp features of Eric's face, at his perfect nose and slightly plump lips, at his cheekbones which she adores to contour with the finger. Her eyes go down viewing vividly black tattoos on the neck. She feels how something is tugging in the lower abdomen.

"Eat your meal. Stop gazing at me," she hears his voice's deep timbre. Abruptly, her cheeks turn pink and she chuckles. She sees how a perfect line of Eric's lips twitches in a smirk.

"Salmon is really good," she praises dinner.

"Mhm... received two fresh fish this morning."

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They finish dinner and clean the table, then do the washing-up together. Eric hides two plates in the shelf above the faucet and turns to her immediately embracing her little petite figure with his strong arms.

"Tired?" The serene tone of his voice soothes her.

She cuddles closer to his chest smelling a pleasant male scent, and just nods. She feels a soft kiss on her forehead, and then Eric rises her from the ground taking to the bathroom.

After brushing their teeth — they've got used to do all this plain routine together, the couple gets ready to take the shower. Eric turns on water and begins to undress her. She yawns finally feeling how much her muscles are strained, in need of rest. Hooded eyes watch how Eric attentively takes off all of her clothes, then undresses himself.

He's not a type of guy to say "love you" and other sweet nothings about his feelings, but she doesn't need that. She's got used to his own tongue of showing love and affection.

Before stepping into the shower cabin, Eric checks the temperature of water, only then leads her inside along with him. She closes her eyes relaxing under warm streams realizing how much her body's got exhausted. Eric massages her shoulders gently once in a while placing kisses on them, her neck, or back. He helps to soothe knots in her strained muscles. She sighs contendetly leaning back on his powerful chest. She feels that Eric is smiling, feels his tender touching on her hips and stomach. She enjoys such moments when he takes a lead, dominates but gently, and looks after her. At times like this, she feels safe and peaceful.

After the shower, he dries her wrapping in the soft towel. Eric takes her face and kisses her affectionately and possessively.

"Fancy sex?" His look is demanding and piercing.

She bites her lower lip that doesn't escape Eric's attention.

She nods, also adding:

"But I'm too tired to be active in bed."

He is silent for several seconds, just rubs her cheeks with the thumbs. Then responds:

"I'll take care of you."

With these words, he leads her to their bed that stands opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows. She sinks in the black linen that smells of them. After coming into contact with the duvet, her head and eyelids suddenly feel heavy. Drowsiness washes over her, foggy curtain falls onto her eyes.

Eric lies beside her and she immediately snuggles her nose into his bicep closing her eyes, giving her whole body to him. He unwraps the towel revealing her steamed, after the shower, body.

His calloused hand creases her breasts, plays with her already hard nipples and then goes down reaching her labia. Eric rubs them leisurely watching her reactions. She's a bit sleepy, though still reacts to his movements gasping quietly. He finds her pulsating clit giving it proper attention until her pussy is wet enough to insert two fingers inside. Her moist insides welcome them and he starts gentle but steady movements back and forth. She breathes out, moans a little, and Eric looms his head over brushing his lips against hers.

"Like it?"

"Mhm," she cuddles closer, still keeping her eyes closed.

"Open your legs wider," he commands whispering.

She obediently does as he orders. His thrusts become faster. She feels hotness rushing to her core, something tugs, then her walls clench, and she releases sticky juices orgasming. She exhales heavily feeling pleasant relief.

Eric takes out his fingers spreading clammy liquid of her pussy all over her entrance and inner labia. He pumps his already hard dick for some time and settles himself comfortably between her lean legs. He rubs pinkish head of the cock against her drenched folds, then starts intruding with his member inside.

Eric bites his lower lip feeling how her enjoyable tightness wraps his member. They both gasp. He looms over her hiding her safely from the world conquering all her senses with only his presence.

"Eric..." sweet moan of hers.

His thrusts are slow and gentle — he's not planning to make rough sex tonight. He wants her to enjoy herself, relax, and ultimately sleep peacefully.

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[owlespresso]

lavender haze. vere. tags: fem!reader, alcohol, vere being himself, not 18+

The Haze is a domed Eden, straddled comfortably on the border between Hightown and the Amaryllis District, coddled between stained glass lanterns and columns of stark ivory, sat in the midst of a sprawling patch of multi-tiered gardens. Lavender curtains of wisteria layer this verdant paradise into its different sections. The stone gardens and artfully arranged hedge sculptures and various water features each a sight to be seen on their own.

You enter from the east. To your left, a triangular cut of land rises between two merging brooks. Perched upon that jutting ledge is a gazebo surrounded by pale roses and fresh foxglove, vines strewn along strips of lattice fence, affixed to the gazebo’s bottom half. As picturesque a place to meet as any, but Vere has commanded your company indoors.

Up ahead looms the Haze, a series of seven, octagonal towers of varying heights. Each one is domed, stonework lovingly etched and painted, shaped into candy-colored spirals. Hooded windows of stained glass prod out in even rows. Buttresses and arches link the towers, alongside skywalks which hover stories above ground height. It’s a mess of a building, a decadent spectacle which intrigues and befuddles the eye. Bricks and ceramics layer the towers in different patterns, a stain of vibrant color against Eridia’s greys and whites. It’s still smaller than the Senobium, built so that it remains comfortably tucked into the spire’s grand shadow most of the day. On purpose, you would assume. 

A group of guards, clad in tight black and red uniforms roam the premises, prowling along the various plazas in duos and trios. Two of them eye you as you approach, as discerning as the towering doors they stand watch over.

“Hold it,” the one to the left snaps as you ascend the final step. Your brow wrinkles. They don’t turn away patrons, Vere had told you. That’s the receptionist’s job. “You stink of the road. And you don’t look like you can afford the flat fee. Scram.”

Your face rumples into a sour frown.

“I was invited.” you inform them flatly. And you most certainly do not smell—not after an hour with Leander’s fancy soaps. “And the man who invited me doesn’t like to wait.” 

That seems to give them pause. The Haze’s clients are all come from places of great wealth and power—from some of the Senobium’s finest sages to the old nobility of Eiridia’s founding clans. Holding up any one of their guests could hold dire consequences for those responsible. 

“If I’m late, I’m going to have to tell him why. And I would hate for anything to happen to two find guards just trying to do their jobs.” you press, resting your hands on your hips, cocking your head to the side. Your lips remain twisted into an impatient frown, boot tapping staccato against the white marble. The difficult guard’s face contorts with righteous offense, cheeks flushing pink. The leather of his glove squeaks as his fist tightens ‘round the staff of his steel polearm.

“As if any of our clients would want the company of some filthy little street urchin,” he snaps, voice rolling down the ivory steps and into the gardens below. 

“Keep your voice down, goddamn you!” the other guard hisses quietly, brown eyes blown wide. “Or Vernal’ll have both our heads—”

At his coworker’s prompting, the ornery guard seems to settle down temper kept at bay by the threat of this “Vernal’s” wrath. Regardless, he still looks at you with obvious contempt, clearly unmoved by your vague threats.

“We aren’t letting you in,” he repeats. “I don’t care who you say invited you—not unless you have an actual, physical invitation or the madam’s personal seal on your person. Now, scram. Before we have to—”

“What seems to be the problem, here?” a familiar voice drawls from behind the guards. The doors haven’t been opened. Vere seems to slide from the shadow cast over the building’s entrance, heels clicking against the pale marble. His head tilts as he drags his prying gaze over the scene, lingering on you for a mere moment before turning to the guard so insistent on denying you entry. Both of the sentries have whirled to face him, both suddenly wrought with tension. Their spines have gone ramrod stiff, shoulders squared as he prowls forward.

“Just another tourist, sir,” the guard says, barely keeping the shake out of his voice. “And she was just about to leave—”

“Really? That’s a shame, considering I invited her here,” Vere says, flat and frankly unamused. The color drains from the guard’s face, and any satisfaction you could feel in the moment is cooled by the frigid, heavy feeling that settles over the vicinity. The lingering humidity so typical to Eridia’s climate has been sucked from the air, the cold hanging heavy like morning fog. “I hoped the madam’s esteemed employees wouldn’t be dimwitted enough to lie to me. I’ll have to have a chat with her about the gutter trash she decides to hire.” he croons, oozing condescension and disappointment. 

“My apologies, sir,” the man bows his head. You can practically hear the restrained outrage in his voice. It won’t be enough to satisfy Vere, you know immediately. He should be groveling on his hands and knees for forgiveness if he hopes to keep his life. 

“How dare you even speak to me,” Vere begins coldly, cutting him off without hesitation, “After harassing my esteemed guest. You were hoping to shake her down for some extra coin, weren’t you? I’ve heard rumors about the guards here, but I didn’t think you would actually be this stupid. Consider yourself fired—” Vere snaps, fangs bared and eyes alight with visible animosity. The otherworldly pink glints, catching the sun’s last rays. Behind you, you’re sure the gardens look resplendent, dyed in that warm, golden light. 

The guard looks up at that, eyes wide and wild, unsuppressed panic written across his pale visage. “B-but sir, I had no way of knowing—”

A clawed hand shoots out, fingers fixed in a crushing grip around the man’s windpipe. Nothing about Vere’s lithe build belies the unearthly strength he levies, a forceful reminder of what he so unabashedly is—of what you’ll attempt to unleash over the following weeks or months.

The guard squirms and chokes. His hands fly to Vere’s wrist, legs feebly kicking. His struggles are rewarded by an even more crushing grip. As his bones creak and his trachea crumples, you can't help the morbid curiosity that you observe with—the strange sense of awe that comes with Vere attacking your antagonizer with such little hesitation—

The remaining guard stays frozen in place, helpless but to watch in silence as his coworker’s air is stripped from his lungs.

—Surely, Vere isn’t doing this for your sake, for some feeble, twisted notion of chivalry. He’s probably just annoyed at being spoken back to, by someone he views as so incredibly beneath him. Yet still—

Vere inspects his free hand, looking over his perfect manicure with placid interest. A faint wrinkle to his brow is all that potentially belies his agitation. The guard is getting purple in the face.

—And where do you fall, on the totem pole? Will he do the same to you if you get into a disagreement? Based on the interactions you’ve had thus far, you don’t think so. You hope not. You are in possession of something he desperately wants. And you like to think you’re clever enough to avoid the beast’s bite. You have to be. To fail is to sup on nightshade and the noxious shadows which compose him, to impale yourself on the razor ivory and sable of his maw.

A resounding splash sounds from behind you. Something’s been tossed into one of the streams close to the very base of the stairs. When you look at Vere, the stubborn guard is no longer there. There’s a small, red splatter on Vere’s cheek. His long, pink tongue slithers out from between plush, painted lips to lick it up. The remaining guard stands still as stone at his post, unreadable gaze fixed straight ahead.

“I would have just brought you with me had I known the employees were so eager to shake down unsuspecting customers.” Vere says with a put-out sigh, before turning to the remaining guard.

“Tell me,” Vere leers into the poor man’s personal space, sharp teeth flashing. “How many times has he tried that on other people? How many times have you just stood there and watched?” His voice dipped from sanguine sweet into a low, gravely snarl—a noise no mortal would be able to make. The guard, much to his credit, does not stammer or wither away or begin to beg for his life. 

“This is the first time we’ve been posted together—” he begins, but Vere steps away with another, dismissive scoff.

“Booooring,” he says. He glances at you, motioning you forward. “Stop gawping and come on. We’ve already wasted enough time.”

Not eager to test his already dwindled patience, you hastily bounce up the steps. Perhaps, if you were younger and braver and stupider, you would have been embarrassed at how readily you scrambled after him. 

“Sorry for the trouble,” you apologize, because he’s still in a shitty mood and your blood is not hot enough to make you forget the ease with which he can dispatch a man. 

“And what, my little morsel, are you apologizing for?” Vere’s eyes crinkle with teasing mirth, the tip of a fang prodding his lower lip. How many have stared down that maw just before being swallowed whole? Countless, surely. “You don’t have to grovel—but feel free to. It’s almost cute.” All wrath and rancor is left forgotten as he turns on his heel. The sheer fabric of his sleeves sways with the motion, glistening underneath the sun’s dying rays. Like a hound commanded, you are at his heels, head lowered. You can’t even look at the remaining guard, but Vere has no such trouble.

“Keep up the good work,” he says, a sneer in his voice. Will the man have to haul his coworker from the water with his own two hands? Or do they have people for that?

“Are you going to get in trouble?” you inquire, stepping through the threshold.

“Me? Get in trouble? Perish the thought,” “No one’s going to miss a single guard—not even the madame. Especially not one that acts like that. All of his coworkers probably hated him, anyway. We did them a favor.” he rattles on. He leads you past the entry point, to the second floor. You spare a glance down the rounded corridor. An overpowering flowery scent blows in your direction, making your nose crinkle. Translucent, pearly curtains, more like veils, flutter from rounded doorways. There are sounds, too, giggles and breathy moans, which makes your ears burn hot, despite already knowing this venue’s many, many purposes.

“Hurry up,” Vere scolds over his shoulder, and you don’t need to be told twice, hastening your strides. “Like I was saying—no one cares if a random guard or two goes missing. That’s why they all wear the same thing.”

“The sages who come here to get their dicks wet are the only reason this place hasn’t been demolished yet. They could commit murder in broad daylight and management wouldn’t say a word.” He rattles on, deeply sardonic. The kind of bitterness that could only come from someone with long-lived experience. There’s a graveyard’s worth of skeletons in the Senobium’s closet. You wonder how many he is responsible for.

“A murder in broad daylight.” you repeat dryly. 

“Broad daylight. Not sunset,” Vere points out helpfully. “The Senobium can do whatever they want, wherever they want, to whoever they want. This place isn’t any different from the rest of the city, even if the window dressing is nice. And as an esteemed asset to the Senobium, their authority naturally extends to me… And even if it didn’t, what could they possibly do?”

The conversation moves. Vere leads you up flight after flight of stairs, until you stop bothering to keep track. You’ve already leaped into the lion’s mouth. There’s no point in counting your steps or turns. Did he have to climb down all this way just to meet you at the doors? Suddenly, you find his ire more comprehensible. Your legs feel leaden by the time he leads you from the stairs, through an arched doorway. A current of air, thick with magic, ripples over you as you pass. A warding spell, you realize a moment later. Only select people can enter this chamber.

The chamber itself is massive, a circular room with a glass skylight, the soft shine of the stars flooding the room. The moon’s pale face peers down through the glass, shining off the marble floors. A circular bed sits on a platform up against the wall. The rest of the furniture is just as fine, all carved wood and black velvet. A bottle of… something sits atop an elm table at the room's center. It’s rounded with a suspiciously tall neck. Vere snatches it up, pours it into two crystalline glasses which sit next to said bottle. It’s a pearlescent, amethyst fluid. Curls of white and silver churn amongst the pale purple, the liquid covered in a glittery sheen. 

“Here,” he holds out a glass. The fraction of a second you spend hesitating makes him roll his eyes and scoff. “What reason would I have to poison my new and incredibly useful little friend? Don’t be stupid.”

You take the glass begrudgingly, because you’ve seen what his displeasure looks like. The body crumpled in the fountain sticks at the forefront of your memory. It could have been you. It still could be. He knocks back the whole glass, swallowing its glittery contents in one, smooth go. You watch the rhythmic bob of his throat, the elegant line of his neck pulsing with each swallow. 

“Happy now?” he drawls, frosted with forced sugar, like he’s talking a child into taking their medicine. The condescension is grating, but you fend the feeling off. You’ll earn more flies with honey than with vinegar.

Yet, you have to wonder, how would he eat you if he grew bored, or decided this arrangement isn’t worth the trouble? Would he swallow you whole, or sever you into smaller cuts, morsels to dip in honey and savor over time? What are you in your most consumable form?

You tilt your head back and drink deep of the draught. Thicker than water, not as viscous as you feared, or cloying like syrup. Sweet in a way that somehow makes your eyes water. It coats and clings to your tongue. You blink the tears out of your eyes. Vere laughs. You’re glad he finds it funny.

“Delicious,” you deadpan, licking furiously at the roof of your mouth in hopes of scrubbing the taste. You’re quietly glad for something else to focus on, because you feel hopelessly out of place amongst the soft silks

When you turn to look at him, he’s lounged atop the elevated mattress, sheer silk parting to give you an unobstructed view of his stomach and chest—all lithe muscle framed by the silvery chains which drape from his collar. You take care not to let your gaze wander, no matter how tempting. The long lines of his legs are just in your periphery, one bent and folded atop a thick, bunched thigh. His chin is propped in the palm of his hand, roguish smirk curled onto fittingly fox-like features. He’s looking at you, eyes two pinpricks of luminescent pink. Unnatural in their vividity, their glow.

You look down at your feet, at the floor, at the table. Anywhere but into those prying eyes. “What?” 

“You look so lost, poor thing.” Vere coos. “Come,” you take a single step towards him. “Oh! But be a dear and bring another glass with you.

And so you do. Unfaltering and unquestioning. Hopefully, if you’re compliant enough, you can finally get some answers to your burning queries. It all ends with you flat on your back, staring up at the ceiling. He’s still on his side, only a few centimeters away. It doesn’t bother you as much as you thought it would.

“Why did you call me here?” you stare up at the myriad stars, an endless trail of them emblazoned across the dark, dark sky. If there ever was proof of a god, it’s hanging right above your heads.

“Do you really have to ask? I went through the trouble of inviting you and getting you inside just so we could be alone,” he purrs, an insinuation in his voice. One of his hands splays over your hip, fingers curling possessively into the thick fabric of your trousers. You squint at him, flat and unimpressed, ignoring the gnawing unease which eats at you. It’s been a constant, enduring feeling, crushing at the sides of your wearied brain since you entered this city. Yet, Vere brings it front and center, alongside a heady heat you don’t care to examine too closely. You school your expression into one of near perfect neutrality, ignoring the weight of his hand until he breaks, rolling his eyes as he rolls onto his back. Long waves of russet fan around his head like a lion’s mane, feathery tips of several strands teasing your upper arm.

“Because I wanted to get you drunk and pick your brain.” Vere replies, almost boredly. 

“Hm. If you have questions, you can just ask.”

“You play your cards close too close to your chest for me to just up and ask you.” he says dryly. “Remember your first night here? You cowered when I so much as looked you in the eyes. Thought you were going to piss yourself.”

You frown. “Not true. Keep in mind that you stole from, grabbed and threatened me only hours before.”

“Didn’t stop you from following me into a dark alley after,” Vere chimes, the corners of his smile a little tight, a little too smug for your liking.

“Because you were the only honest person in the room. I knew you wouldn’t give me any bullshit.” you reasoned.

“And is that all it takes? You’re a cheap date, darling,” Vere purrs. You open our mouth to once again protest, but he continues. “You have a shitty sense of self-preservation, which means I’ll have to keep a close eye on you. Be good and listen to everything I say from now on, if you want to stay out of trouble.”

The encroaching haze blankets the edge of your good sense and sharp wit, yet another reason as to why you seldom imbibe. Even so, you only had one drink. Whatever he bullied you into drinking was no joke.

“Did you invite me here just to bully me?” you mumbled, on the edge of a complaint. Your foundations are fracturing. You observe the destruction of your carefully crafted countenance as though you are a distant spectator. Your oak spillars splinter, cracks spider-webbing up your brick walls. You’re left to flounder about in the debris, but it’s not as alarming as you assumed it would be. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but you can’t bring yourself to reach that fever pitch of fear.

“Oh,. please. I haven’t even started bullying you yet,” Vere clicks his tongue, chiding.

“Well. You’ve already tried to shake me down with my own roomkey. That’s kind of like… stealing my lunch money… I should have tattled to Leander.”

“Ew, no. That slime doesn’t deserve any more excuses to talk to me,” Vere reaches over to his nightstand and gulps down another dose of amethyst bliss, arching his back and raising his arms above his head in one, serpentine stretch. “We have to move you out of that shithole as soon as possible. I don’t trust that freak.”

“Me neither,” you muse, realizing it aloud, in that very moment. “Who gives out free food and board to someone they just met like that? He said I didn’t owe him anything, but—”

“He could take that back at any time. And what could you do about it?” Vere finishes for you, looking at you with an unreadable expression, pink eyes calm and flat. “Tell him ‘no’? On his turf? Full of his drooling goons? They practically run that part of the city. He could find you no matter where you hide or who you pretend to be.” Vere murmurs. You tilt your head to look at him. You glance down at his lips and swallow. That gets him to smile, smug and mischievous. No more of that monotone dread, that sense of being evaluated, the feeling of being sized up like a meal.

“Why are you helping me?” Vere asks after a long moment of silence. You blink at him. “I was surprised when you decided to take me up on my offer.”

“You said you can get rid of my curse,” you regard him carefully, ruminating over each word. Or maybe it’s the substance. Your tongue is heavy in your mouth, thoughts slow and sticky like summer haze.

“Bullshit. You wanted nothing to do with me even after I made that offer, and I have no doubt that slobbering beast Leander made you a similar one. Did he promise?” Vere’s voice dips into something sugary sweet and mocking, a mean edge to his smile now. “Did he hold your hand, look right into your eyes when he said it? Was he on his knees? That’s one of his favorite places to be. Really, it’s the only place he’s of any use.” Vere pries and rattles on. The small space between you feels cold, all of the sudden. Still, you are not sobered. “Why not cozy up to him? Or that fucking doctor, because I just know he offered.” His tail comes to lay over your thigh. You look at it through hardly open eyes.

Something seizes the underside of your jaw. It takes you a moment to realize that it’s Vere’s hand. His nails bite into your cheek as he forces your attention upwards, into the dark maw of his gaze. Your hands, which have flown to his wrist on sheer instinct, freeze.

“I don’t know,” you begin, words falling out of your mouth in a current, previous caution utterly forgotten in the face of animal fear. “You’re dangerous—but you’re honest—and I don’t know why you were locked up or what’ll happen when you get free, but I also don’t really care.”

“You don’t care?” Vere inquires, lips curling into another smile. He looks relentlessly amused. “What if I told you… that I plan to eat every man, woman and child I see after I get out? I’ve been hungry for that kind of flesh since before you ever dreamed of coming to Eridia. Eating off the same menu for centuries will do that to you. And they won’t stand a prayer, you know. Do you really not care?”

“I probably should, but I think… I realized I can’t worry about everyone, especially people I don’t know. I’m not Leander. I’m not delusional enough to think I can save everyone.” Your pulse rings slow in your ears. It’s grounding, somehow. 

Vere releases you, the tight warmth of his hand gone with him. If you were sober, perhaps you would be mortified at how much you miss it.

“You can’t play nanny to every poor sod that comes crawling up to you on the street.” Vere observes airily. “I suppose that’s a start.”

“Gee,” you say.

“Oh, please. Don’t pout,” he tuts, tapping you on the nose. He’s closer now, pressed right up against your side. “Human morality is the first hurdle to realizing our goals.” he drawls, lifting himself over you as he continues. His knees dip into the mattress on either side of your hips, eyes go bright through the lavender haze which permeates the room. “You’ve mounted it with flying colors. Now, do I need to throw in a little extra something to get you to stop moping? I wouldn’t do this for just anyone, but you’ve been such a good—”

He rattles on, voice falling to the wayside as his plump lips run absentmindedly along your jaw. Your world becomes that single, molten point of contact. Your head tilts to the side, eyelids dipping low as he whispers his filth into your skin. Little pinpricks of pleasure wind straight down your spine, throbbing pleasure building between your thighs. 

The tips of his hair tickle your exposed skin, where your shirt has ridden up to expose a sliver of stomach. Belly-up, you realize idly, close enough for him to dig straight into your soft center.

“Surmounted,” you mumble groggily.

“Pardon?” Vere asks, looking up at you with one eye. His face is half-pressed into the column of your throat. A fang peeks out from between his lips. There’s a pleasant numbness settled at the back of your skull, a silvery sense of weightlessness. Whatever you were worried about before has been washed away by that dreamy lavender, that pearlescent hue which even now veils your vision.

“Before—you said I mounted it. But you, uhm, meant to say. Surmounted.”

Vere reaches out and pinches your cheek. “You have me in your lap and that’s what you’re thinking about?” He settles atop of you, chest-to-chest, one cheek gracefully perched atop his palm. “I don’t know if I should be offended or worried. That brain of yours isn’t smoothing out, is it? Your skull isn’t getting soft?”

“I’m drunk,” you remind him, still coherent enough to try and inch away from his hand, nose wrinkling. You stretch your neck until the muscles creak in protest, smooshing the back of your head into the pillow.

His finger freezes a centimeter above you, and he laughs. “You are, aren't you? Forgot about all that.” 

“You’re the one who made me drink,” you grumble.

“Ah, ah, ah, I didn’t make you do anything. I simply offered my honored guest a refreshing beverage, like any half-decent host would,” Vere tuts. “Trying to blame my good manners for your sloppiness? You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I’m not really cute,” you hum, reaching over to gently toy with his hair.

“Don’t be dense,” Vere coos, pressing his finger against the tip of your nose. Your eyes cross to look at it. He snorts, privy to some sort of irony beyond your current ken. His hair gleams like… rubies under the watery light. It’s soft as it looks, silken and smooth where it washes over the sheets in tides of russet. 

He sighs, “I could swallow you whole here and now and you couldn’t do a single thing to stop me.” he says, wistful.

“I know, but I would taste like—like that weird nut stuff the Wick makes.”

“Nut stuff? Now you’ve caught my attention,” he purrs in a way that even drunk, you know spells trouble.

“I don’t mean anything—dirty. Y’know, the stuff they put on the counter. It tastes bad,” you stammer. You blink several times in succession, as though it’ll make your thoughts less syrupy. The world still blurs at the edges of your vision. You’re thinking through a layer of cotton.

“Of course it tastes bad, it’s free,” Vere retorts. “Nothing worth anything comes for free. Not in this shithole.” You hum in consideration. His bushy tail is still behind him, rested off to the side, next to your thigh. You don’t dare touch it, even though you’ve already touched his hair. 

He radiates warmth, and you find yourself lulled by it in combination with the downy soft mattress at your back. You make a small sound, nestling closer to the heat, to the craven beast with nary a peep of protest. Perhaps being devoured is a far better fate than you initially thought. Because it’ll at least be warm inside. Warm like the breath which fans over your cheek.

“Got to come here for free,” you mumble in the last throes of consciousness. There’s a pause.

“Well, aren’t you sweet,” he says, voice dripping with fond condescension. He says something else, and something else. Vere, you get the sense, sometimes talks more for himself than he does for others. But you can’t say you mind, because you say so little. And what a wonderful ability, to be able to spin such incredible weaves of conversation out of thin air. Not that you’ll ever tell him as much.

Soft lips press to the space above your brow. In the dark, a small voice whispers. “You’ll pay your dues later.”

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Run, the fawn within you, weak and knobby-kneed, beseeches. Its cries go unheeded.

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My little love

Chapter 14

Pairing: Bucky x enhanced!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: bit of fluff I guess, smut, v fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, just a lil bit of cockwarming, lil bit of praise kink, shower sex, little bit of angst

A/N: three chapters in one week?? Enjoy the badly written smut…

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The sun was fading for the day. Leaving in its path a sky painted in pinks and purples that turned dark. The lake reflects the disappearing sunset while a breeze rolls over the top of the water. With a lantern at his side Bucky continues to read to Henry. It was just the two of them sitting on a blanket. Henry dressed in a cozy hoodie and sweats since he was somehow always cold. He rested his back against Bucky’s chest and looked over the pictures in the book. The orange teddy bear Bucky had bought for him tucked safely at his side.

The boy with big, big feelings was one of the books you had chosen. You hoped it would help Henry process and understand his emotions better since he had been so neglected in that area. The book should have been over quickly but he was curious and since both you and Bucky encouraged it, Henry felt safe enough to ask questions. Bucky stops when he feels his son’s head start to fall to the side. Closing the book he manages to stand and pick everything he brought with him. Henry rubbed away the sleepiness from his eye just as Bucky walked through the apartment door.

“Hey, jerk.” Steve said from the couch. He was leaning back with Lottie sitting next to him.

“Hey punk, I didn’t know they’d release you yet.”

“They didn’t.” You say as you walk in with a pillow in hand. “He snuck out and the nurses freaked. I had to call down and tell them he was fine.” You hand over the pillow so that Steve can prop himself up better.

“Hey sport.”

You snort at Steve’s greeting toward Henry. He rolls his eyes in your direction.

“Sorry, I just forget how old you are sometimes.”

Steve mutters something under his breath before turning his attention back to Henry.

“I heard you have a name now. Is that true?”

Henry nods his head.

“What’s your name?”

“Henry.”

“That’s a nice name.” Steve smiles.

“Tell him your full name bubs.” Bucky encourages.

“Henry Grant Barnes.”

Steve opens his mouth to say something but words fail him. He looks at Bucky and then at you. Steve can only huff out a small laugh as he comes to terms with what his best friends have done.

“You guys.”

“You saved our lives Steve,” you say “you almost died protecting Henry and me.”

“You love these kids like they’re your own, it’s the least we could do.” Bucky adds.

Steve clears his throat and smiles. His eyes were glossed over as he held back a tear or two.

“Steeb kay?” Lottie’s hand pats his cheek.

“Yeah sweetheart. I’m ok.”

“Kay. Bubba pay?” She looks over at her brother as she wiggles off of the couch. Her hand outstretched for Henry to take once Bucky set him on the floor. Together hand in hand they walk back to their shared room.

“They’re so cute.” Steve comments. “And how are you two doing?”

“We’re fine.”

“Be honest. You started raising a child together, then you started dating, then you found out you lost three and now you have a second child all in the span of like two and a half months. I’m pretty sure it’s ok to not be ok.”

“It’s a little overwhelming sometimes.” You say and immediately Bucky looks at you with concern. “Don’t worry I’m not going anywhere. It’s just I want to give them everything they missed out on and I wish I could take away their pain. Especially Henry, it’s heartbreaking seeing the fear in his eyes if there’s an accident or something. He thinks we’ll punish him for it.”

Bucky nods in agreement. “Or when he goes really quiet and has this far away look in his eyes. It takes us a few seconds to get him back into the present.”

“You know you don’t have to do this alone right? We’ve got your back.”

“We know, but Henry is still very cautious around people and he gets overwhelmed when he’s introduced to too many people at once. It’s not the same as with Charlotte.”

“Well whenever he’s ready we’ll be here for him too. But I should go, the team medic would beat my ass if she knew I wasn’t resting.” He groans as he gets up, his face turning a shade of red because of the pain.

“Need help down to the medbay you relic?”

“Shut up, magnet.” You chuckle as you embrace Steve lightly. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Bucky ends up walking down with Steve to make sure he goes back to the medbay. While you head into the kids room. Lottie has already fallen asleep. Her head resting on Henry’s lap while he gently plays with her hair. He’s focused on only her, as he yawns. You knock softly on the doorframe to let him know you’re there.

“Hey bub, did she just fall asleep?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to move so she didn’t wake up.” He answers as he looks up at you.

“Do you want me to help you so that you can lay down too?”

“Yes please.”

You walk over to Lottie’s bed and shift her around so that Henry can get up. Once he slides out from under her you cover her up with her blanket and kiss her forehead.

“Alright sweet boy, are you ready for bed?” You whisper and he nods again.

While the other room was cleaned out and painted and the rest of the furniture was put together Henry’s bed was now in Lottie’s room. He walks over and lays down, allowing you to tuck him in.

“Did you have a good afternoon with dad?”

“Yeah. I went on the swings.”

“That sounds fun. What else did you do?” You say as you push his hair away from his face.

“We sat by the lake and he readed a book but I got sleepy.” He yawns again and you smile.

“Well sounds like a fun afternoon to me. Here’s your bear to keep you company, and what is the rule?”

“I can look for you if I have a bad dream or need something.”

“That’s right. Sweet dreams sunshine.” You kiss his forehead. Henry wraps his arms around your shoulders as best he can and hides his face in your neck. He lifts up the bed a little and you wrap your arms around him, returning the hug.

“I like being here, with you.”

“I like that you’re here with us.”

The hug lasts a few more seconds before he pulls back and gives you a shy smile. You tuck him in again and decide to stay until he’s asleep which only takes a few minutes. Before leaving the room you make sure the nightlight is on and slip out silently.

The warm water of the shower soothed your aching muscles. For some reason Charlotte has woken up with even more energy if that were possible. So your day was spent trying to tire her out. You sigh as your muscles slowly start to relax and then the door opens and closes and you tense slightly again. Strong arms wrap around you and you’re able to relax into Bucky’s hold.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.”

Bucky starts a trail of kisses on your shoulder. He works his way up your neck and then your cheek. His hands cup your breasts and he begins to tease your nipples. You gasp as he pinches and rolls the pebbled peaks between his fingers before one hand travels back down your body until his middle finger is working slow teasing circles around your clit. Bucky’s fingers slide between your folds until he’s at your entrance. He pushes one finger in while he continues to work your little bundle of nerves. One of your hands goes into his hair and you tug as you start to feel that coil tightening low in your belly. You turn to capture his mouth in a desperate kiss. Bucky adds another finger and you moan into the kiss.

“I can feel you clenching around my fingers. You gonna come for me, sugar?”

“Yes… I’m gonna come.” You reply breathlessly. “Right there, Bucky. Please don’t stop.” You mewl as his pace gets faster.

“Be a good girl and come.” Bucky whispers in your ear.

His voice is deeper and it sends a shiver down your spine and all at once you come undone. If it weren’t for him holding you up you’d be on the floor of the shower. You could feel his hardened length against you and you reached behind you, stroking him slowly. Teasing him how he had teased you. Bucky turns you around and in one quick movement you’re off the ground and pinned between the wall and his body. Your legs wrap around his waist. His lips find yours in a languid kiss. Tongues fight for exploring each other’s mouths, hands roam freely and then Bucky lowers you onto his throbbing cock. He groans against your lips.

“So damn tight, sugar. So fucking good.” He says as he starts to roll his hips.

“Buck- oh fuck just like that.” You say as he sets a hard fast pace.

Your nails dig into his back enough to leave little crescent shaped indents on his skin. His mouth is everywhere. On your neck, on your chest, leaving open mouth kisses on your chin. It’s all too much and not enough as he continues to pound into you. His thrusts deep, touching places only he could and rendering you speechless. Your eyes roll to the back of your head once Bucky’s hand finds its way between your bodies. The movement of his fingers against your clit matches his thrusts. The coil in your belly winding up tighter and tighter the more Bucky keeps going.

“So fucking good. Gonna give me one more sugar?”

You nod unable to say anything.

“Give me one more, be my good girl. Oh, fuck just like that.” He says as you fall over the edge again.

You clench around him, his hips stutter and with a few more thrusts he spills into you. Bucky hides his face in the crook of your neck as he groans from his release. You run your fingers through his wet hair as you both just stay there in each other's embrace for a moment.

“You did so good for me. Let me clean you up, sugar.” He says as he pulls out and you whine at the loss.

“I was already clean before you came in here.”

“And then I came in here.” He smirks as he places his hand between your legs.

You purse your lips trying not to laugh but you fail.

“Shut up.” You push Bucky’s shoulder playfully before you take time to actually clean each other up.

Once you’re both done you head straight for bed. Bucky pulls you in close. His lips meet yours for a sweet almost chaste kiss.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.”

You sigh happily as you fall asleep in the arms of the love of your life.

“We found a lot of information on Henry.” Tony says from his place at the conference room table.

It had taken a few days to recover anything useful from the Siberia base since the explosion that almost took Steve’s life also ruined a lot of computers and servers. The team had already debriefed but now you all sat around waiting to hear what was found.

“Here is a list of experiments done on him.” Tony passes a folder to you and Bucky but you don’t bother to look at it. “His birthday is November 11th, 1966, but technically he’s seven years old. He knows three languages already. Knows how to use a handgun as well as some skills with a knife and some hand to hand combat. But most importantly he’s already been programmed to become the winter soldier.”

“Imagine what hydra would have done if we never found him.” Fury states. “Shield’s only concern is that if hydra gets their hands on Henry they will make sure he can’t be found again until he is completely trained. By then it might be too late to save him.”

“We’ve also picked up a lot of talk of trying to get Henry back. I can safely say that they are planning something. The next few months we are going to have to be extra vigilant to make sure we don’t give hydra the opportunity to attack.”

“I’ve already talked to T’Challa. When we met the night of the auction he offered Wakanda’s help to whoever it was that hydra was programming. His invitation still stands and we’re going.” Bucky says.

“Good. Make that trip as soon as possible.”

“We will.” You nod and with that Fury leaves.

“Before you two go I have something to show you.” Tony uses the remote in front of him and pulls up some videos. “We found very old training footage for Henry. It’s from 1989.”

A much smaller looking Henry is sitting in the middle of a room. He’s barely dressed and you can clearly see bruising all over his body. A doctor enters the frame and places something in front of him. Some cooing and babbling can be heard and then you see Lottie. She looks to be about nine months old, sitting in front of her brother. Her little hand pats his cheek and then Henry hugs her. A man’s voice is heard off camera but he’s speaking in Russian so you don’t understand what he’s saying.

“You have done a very good job with your knife skills, soldier.” Bucky leans into you and translates. “So you get to see your baby. But I’m afraid you won’t see her for a while so you must say goodbye.”

Henry holds on to Charlotte for dear life pleading for them to not take his baby away.

“Soldier, you didn’t complete your mission. You were supposed to kill the other child but you didn’t. Since you failed the mission you won’t see her anymore. Once you prove to us that you can follow directions we will consider letting you see her again.”

Henry begins to cry which makes Lottie cry. The same man from before walks into frame and begins to pull the siblings apart which in turn makes them scream and cry more. Henry gets up and kicks and punches the man who is taking away his sister.

“Shut it off.” You say desperately. “Shut it off.”

Tony turns off the tv just before you see the physical violence you were sure they endured. You hide your face in your hands as you try to calm down.

The room is quiet, no one says a word. Bucky gets up and walks out of the meeting.

“We don’t want to know if there are other videos like that. Destroy them for all I care.” You say and get up as well.

“Y/N wait, there’s a mission you’ll be needed on. We have to do the briefing.”

“Is the mission like right now?” You look at Steve.

“No, it’s in two days.”

“Ok then the briefing can wait for a few damn minutes while I make sure Bucky’s ok.”

You walk out without another word to anyone.

Bucky looked out onto the playground. Lottie and Henry running around without a care in the world. Each of them carried the bear he had bought them. He wasn’t surprised when you sat down next to him, silently waiting for him to be ready to talk about it.

“Are we supposed to just live the rest of our lives looking over our shoulder because of hydra? They deserve better than that. Our kids deserve to be able to go out and do whatever they want without being afraid that someone is going to kidnap them.” The gears in his metal arm whirled to life as he made a fist.

“Baby…” you moved closer to him, this time wrapping an arm around his back and leaning your head on his shoulders.

Henry picked his sister up easily and carried her around. Lottie kicked her feet and giggled as she held on tight. It’s obvious even without having seen each other in decades that their bond was unbreakable.

He didn’t have to say anything for you to know he was planning something. The look on his face was murderous and if you didn’t know that it was directed at all of hydra it would have scared you.

“Bucky, you can’t go through with whatever you’re planning.” You sit up straighter. Lottie calls you and waves before running up to get on the slide. “Bucky promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”

Bucky doesn’t say anything.

“James, you can’t do it. Henry and Charlotte need you. And-“

“They have you.” Bucky says after finally looking at you. “No one would take care of them better than you.”

“No. They need you. What if something happens to you and they come after us? I can’t protect them alone. Besides, they need their father. I need you.”

You take a deep breath as you blink back tears.

“I’m sorry, please don’t cry. I just don’t know what to do to keep them safe. If hydra thought that they could get me back maybe they would forget about trying to get Lottie or Henry back. Then we could end them for good.” Bucky was talking quickly, desperation hanging on every word.

The kids run toward you hand in hand. They were smiling and unaware of the heaviness in both your hearts. Henry stops right in front of Bucky and throws his arms around his father’s neck. Hugs had quickly become his favorite form of physical affection.

“Can we watch Toy Story tonight, daddy?” He asked once he pulled away. Innocent blue eyes looking up at Bucky, full of hope that the answer is yes.

“Of course we can bub.”

“And can we have ice cream, mama?” He had turned to look at you. Your eyes softened as you looked from Lottie to him.

“Of course, sweet boy. Why don’t you start heading inside.”

“Ok.” He says happily as he and Lottie lock hands and start to walk toward the main building of the compound.

You and Bucky looked at each other, sharing the happiness of the moment between you. The tears that wanted to spill from your eyes were of joy.

“I promise.”

You take his face in your hands and kiss him.

“Thank you.” You tell him as you pull back.

“We should go before they get up to no good.”

“Partners in crime those two.” You smile as your hand finds Bucky’s.

Hydra was still a very real threat. One that wouldn’t be easy to take down. But at the moment the only thing you could be bothered to care about is your family. Hydra would still be there waiting in the shadows.

Ch 15

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[shadowreader23]

Batfam prank fic (part 1)

Dick laughed as he  finished changing the color of the suit so it was Illuminous pink , and started adding glitter onto the suit as well. 5 minuotes later Dick stepped back seemingly pleased with his masterpeice clapped his hands together. And smirked.

"Time to get this show on the road." He thought to himself as Tim entered the cave

"Road work ahead?"  Tim quipped

Dick beemed in response it was common knowledge he was obsessed with memes and vines at this point,.

"Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does!" He responded. He had tried to grow closer to Tim latley and it seemd to be working.

Tim looked at the batsuit now pink and sparkly and laughed for a moment, before clearing his throat.

"Why is the batsuit pink?" He asked

Dick grinned in response. Bruce has been even more of a downer latley and its annoying so im trying to liven thing up around here.

"Please tell me thats all you did" Tim said

"Nope!" Dick responded popping the P

"Your not going to tell me what else you did are you?" Tim asked

"No youll see later byt please don't tell bruce"

"Dont worry i wont but honestly this is a pretty boring prank" Tim jnformed his brother

"I'd like to see you do better!" Fick responded Tim relied on caffine for everything and was always tired there was no way he could sucessfuly prank anyone especially Bruce

"Your on!" Tim replied

"May the best brother win" Damien responded from his perch atop the rafter

"When did you get up there!" Dick exclaimed

"I need more caffine to deal with this" Tim groaned and went to make himself a coffee.

Dick hadnt no idea the chaos this would lead to.

Several hours later Bruce came down to the cave with Alfred and Barbara. She was visiting the Manor and bruce had offered her the use of the Batcomputer while the clocktower underwebt repairs.

The lights turned on as they entered the cave and they were all looking at a bright pink sparkly batsuit.

Alfred managed to keep a straight face while Barbara burst into a fit of laughter seing the terrifying batsuit covered in pink and glitter looked so ridiculous. She couldnt help herself. Bruces eye twiched he had a leauge meeting after this and currently no spare suita he had a spare cowl but that woud not help much. Reliuctantly he put on the suit and swapped out the cowl for the spare. He looked ridiculous. Dick watched cakling as Bruce left for his leauge meeting.

"Hey batman thats an uh intresting look you got going on there" flash said

Bruce gave him the most terrifying batglare he ever recieved and flash sped away.

Bstman made his way into the meeting room where Green Lantern burst into laughter

"Not a word" he said in his most threstning voice but he sounded like....Stitch...

"NIGHTWING!" He cursed

"Something tells me i should probably avoid the manor for a few days" Dick informed Alfred

"Master Richard i thought you had outgrown this phase" Alfred sighed remembering the last time a prank war had unflolded in the manor.

"On no Alfie this is just the begining" Dick smirked.

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Should i make more parts?

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[trulybetty]

Sunday Week in Review XII

Happy Sunday on a Tuesday!

(let's pretend it still is and I didn't fall asleep on the sofa last night and get sent to bed by Mr. Truly when I insisted I wasn't sleeping).

I apologize that this is a compact version - but I really wanted to make sure what I read last week gets the attention it very much deserves 💕

So, on with the show...

T R U L Y U P D A T E S . . .

oct' x 22 - pile of leaves (frankie x gn!reader)

oct' x 23 - harvest (gold rush!joel x charlotte)

oct' x 24 - fog (tim rockford x f!reader)

oct' x 25 - jack-o-lanterns (marcus pike x reader)

oct' x 26 -campfire (frankie x reader)

oct' x 27 - witches (sequins!joel x f!reader)

oct' x 28 -samhain(tim rockford x gn!reader)

W H A T I R E A D . . .

Wash Day (Marcus) by @secretelephanttattoo I re-read this one again because this is one of the most adorable pieces of Marcus Pike fluff - this whole fic just sucks you in and is just a comforting cloud 💕

Goodwill Hunting (Dieter) by @secretelephanttattoo This is just So Dieter branded through and through! Chaotic, fun and hilariously Dieter, just as our favourite trash panda should be.

in fiction (Dieter) by @sin-djarin Becca's follow-up to Joel's Coming Home is this beautiful piece on Dieter coming to bed and it's gorgeous. I'm here for anyone who can paint our favourite trash panda in a soft light.

A Gift of Light and Joy (Javi G.) by @prolix-yuy This hit right in the feels. It was the right balance between exploring the complexities of existing in a plus-size body, and being in a relationship with someone who doesn't see that, but not for lack of care. It hit home with a lot of my own experiences and was a truly comforting read. Honestly, I'm selling this short - please do read, you won't be disappointed!

Good Morning Agent York (Dave) by @morallyinept I'm in awe of Jett's Giflet series, 500 words or less and written based off of a gif. They've all been fantastic and this is another great addition. I'm tentatively dipping my toe into all things York and this was a soft landing. Jett does a fantastic job of weaving the interaction of the reader with Dave that is neatly left for your own interpretation of what comes next - but may have you itching to know a bit more.

Working Title (Dieter) by @rhoorl I'm very much enjoying the slow burn between Belle and Dieter and who can't enjoy it when it's set in the beautiful landscape of Hawaii? Chapter 15 does not disappoint and I love a cheeky cameo of any kind 😉

Dress Me Up & Call Me Pretty (Dieter) by @morallyinept This was both a character study and a delicious romp with Dieter. I really do appreciate a good fanfic of Dieter that explores the vulnerable side of him while leaning into the chaos that is him. I very much recommend this one.

Bubble (Joel) by @secretelephanttattoo This was beautiful! There's so much intimacy woven into the story without being explicit and gives you an understanding of these two with barely a word spoken between them. El does such a fantastic job here with building a little window into this relationship.

Hinterland (Frankie) by @legendary-pink-dot 600 words. 600 words and it's just amazing what Dot does here in crafting an intimate story between our reader and Frankie. So atmospheric, so dreamy, so hot and very much all Frankie.

Hope everyone had a fantastic Halloween if you celebrate or if not, a terrific Tuesday!

Here's to the rest of the week!

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[pikminapplebloom]

2024 predictions in case Apollo is correct

TF2 gets announced on the switch or dual switch

Halken unionizes and the announcement confuses everyone because it shows Kirby’s pink nub implying a fist

Miyamoto decides that Peter Jackson and Jeff Marsh should direct the Zelda series and Dan gets involved and they turn it into a P and F style cartoon with Zelda characters + they stop working for Disney. Lamar Abrams voices Ganondorf and gives him a Swedish accent somehow.

Italy legalizes weed, and Milleflori bongs are now considered “chic”.

Elon Musk dies when driving his car in an explosion.

Homosexuality found in cephalopods makes splatoon fans go “yep we know that”

Weird Al does a Minecraft collab called “Nethermind” but Bizzarely shows himself in Minecraft next to Steve Alex and herobrine and parodies the Weezer blue album despite saying they suck.

Studio Ghibli comes out with a scifi film based off of The Long Sunset and people keep saying Kywalla and Arin look like animal crossing characters

Side order DLC has a spoiler in the form of an mlp:fim reference though no one is sure why

Tomodachi life comes out. And the miis have “default styles” involving the standard male and female outfits, one with flared pants, one with a tank top, one with a crop top, and one with a romper and thigh high boots. they allow gay marriage and different accents and if you pick the English language option they let you have a boston accent

Mahou shoujo dc movie starring the green lantern.

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[nottapossum]

Itty Bitty Imps: Playlist 1: Youtube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL0r3AC0dAbNft5pYMg8xKNaBux6QzQJMV (This took so much longer than I thought it would lol)

1: Two Birds -Regina Spektor 2: Little Space - SXYE 3: Are You Satisfied? -Marina 4: I'm Still Here - John Rzeznik 5: You Found Me -Kelly Clarkson 6: A Million Dreams - Ziv Zaifman 7: No time for toxic people - Imagine Dragons 8: Love me Anyway - P!nk 9: Devil Doesn't Bargain -Alec Benjamin 10: Sick of the Silence -Mother Mother 11: Because of you -Kelly Clarkson 12 Black Roses Red - Alana Grace 13: Never Enough - Loren Allred 14: In the name of Love - Martin Garrix 15: Demons - Alec Benjamin 16 My Own Hero - Andy Grammer 17 Problems - Mother Mother 18: Rewrite the stars -Zac Efron Zendaya 19: Thorns -Rachel Rose Mitchell 20: THE CONTRTINIST - Melanie Martinez 21: Trauma - NF 22: Seventeen - Marina and the Diamonds 23: Show & Tell - Melanie Martinez 24: Lantern in the night -Rachel Rose Mitchell 25: You'll be in my Heart - Celtic Woman 26: Scared of love - Megan Faria 27: Carousel - Melanie Martinez 28: I don't love you - My Chemical Romance 29: Peace Of Mind -Imagine Dragons 30: My way Home is through You - My Chemical Romance 31: Sirens- Imagine Dragons 32: Trust - Christina Perri 33: Dull Knives -Imagine Dragons 34: The Tornado -Owl city 35: You broke me first - Tate McRae 36: You're not sorry -Taylor swift 37: Evil - Melanie Martinez 38: Lost again - Rachel Rose Mitchell 39: Shots -Imagine Dragons 40: Wrecking Ball -Mother Mother 41: If I'm being honest - Anna Clendening 42: Carnival - Rachel Rose Mitchell 43: Overwhelmed- Ryan Mack (Originally by Royal and the Serpant) 44: Pink elephants on parade- Dumbo 45: Fireflies - Owl city 46: Little do you know -Alex & Sierra 47:Gasoline -Halsey 48: Breathin' -Thomas sanders (originally by Ariana Grande) 49: Someone to you - BANNERS 50: Brother - Kodaline 51: Continual -Imagine dragons 52: If we have each other - Alec Benjamin 53: What did we know - Rachel Rose Mitchell 54: Baby Mine - Dumbo 55: Brother - Gerard Way 56: Tomorrow will be kinder - The secret sisters 57: Dynasty - MIIA 58: Moral of the story - Ashe 59: Tightrope - Mitchelle Williams 60:Just look my way (Stolas' lament) PARANOiD DJ

-Any other songs you think would fit this fic? Lmk

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[curvesomesunsets]

julie molina and the haunting of point medusa

the one in which Julie moves into the lighthouse of Point Medusa and promptly becomes a target for the building's frantic ghosts and less-than-ideal past. Hey, at least the girls in town are lovely.

Carefully, she folds the corners up and drops the cloth in the corner of the room. She’ll worry about laundry and new sheets tomorrow; when her brain isn’t a whirling mess of grey clouds. And even though the old sheets smell about as stale as they could, she just barely musters the energy to change into her PJs before crawling in and closing her eyes.  When she opens them again, it’s to the vast sight of the ocean and the night sky spreading out in front of and beneath her. Julie exhales and watches a small cloud drift out of her mouth and into the night. Her legs dangle where she sits on the railing, her hands curled loosely around the metal for stability.  Beneath her, the waves crash into the rocks where the lighthouse stands. Slowly, Julie becomes aware of how high up she is. Her heart leaps up into her throat, her vision blurs as she clutches the railing with a death grip. Her hands feel slick with something, too slippery to keep holding on for long. Julie knows she has to move and get back on the other side of the railing, where the light slowly turns inside the lantern room. She doesn’t remember lighting it, isn’t even sure it should still be functional. She doesn’t dare move.  The sound of the waves and her heart slowly meld together into a cacophony of low rumbling. Julie thinks she might hear a voice, distant and distorted. Her hands slip and she looks down again. The ocean breaks up on the rocks, the foam pink instead of white. The lantern turns and the waves shine red. Somebody screams. The railing disappears, and Julie falls. 

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so i FINALLY have started posting my @julieandthephantomsbb yall :D couldn't be more excited to once again bring yall a spooky multichapter (which is complete and will be updated either daily or every second day so no worries about this WIP being abandoned :P)

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[transmascnaotoshirogane]

tangled chains; see life as a worthy opponent

hey hello hi. linkverse fic anyone? first chapter, woo fun fact; we experienced a moment of humanity with the beloved/p over this fic ! yay! ok the links play pronoun roulette, ruby is mtf trans, and the ao3 tag for MCD is just for Hypnos being Hypnos, don’t sweat it too much haha ^^

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Link doesn’t know where he is. He’d gotten up, went to visit his sister, went home to get his satchel and sword, then went on a walk through the woods. But it’s been hours, and Link should be out of here by now. He doesn’t get it—he made all the right turns, he’s sure of it! The trees are starting to look different, though… There’s something off. These aren’t Link’s woods anymore, he’s certain. But…where is he, then, if not home? The little prince doesn’t know, but he is determined to find out. This world does not belong to him, of that he is sure, so he must be careful. Link slipped his sword out of its scabbard, holding it tightly in his hand as he continued to walk, hoping to stumble upon an exit. The only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the sound of metal hitting against branches, which unnerved him for a brief moment before he realised that it was just him walking into bushes, his prosthetic leg—carefully made from iron, specially crafted by the blacksmith at the prince’s request—breaking the branches upon impact. But, even with this knowledge, Link feels he isn’t alone. Someone—or something—is with him in these woods. Link needs to get out. Link isn’t wanted here, and he knows it. The woods here are dark—darker than even the lost woods—and Link has resorted to using his lantern to see where he’s going. Is he going deeper in, or is it getting darker as the time passes? He isn’t quite sure. “Hello?”He chanced it, yelling out into the darkness. “Is anyone there?” There was no response. Link wishes there was, because if someone had yelled back, he would know that the feeling of being with someone—something?—else isn’t sinister. But there was no response, so Link remains on edge. He continued to walk in relative silence, eyes darting around the area as he walked. Link sees a split between the trees, exposing what looks like a clearing. ‘Finally!’ Link smiled, soft lilac eyes shining as he picked up the pace, but slowed again once he’d realised. This clearing was confirmation he wasn’t home anymore—the grass is too green, it’s too healthy to be his. It’s unsettling, because this reminds him that he is not at home anymore, and has ended up somewhere new. And that honestly terrifies him, just a little bit. Because he doesn’t know what to expect—he doesn’t know the threats, he doesn’t know the calibre of any enemies he’d run into…he doesn’t know anything about where he is. ‘This is fine,’Link reassured himself, heading towards the clearing, ‘I…will be okay!’ Gods, he has to be okay—what kind of hero is scared about a new place? Link let out a soft breath as he stepped into the clearing, glancing around. …well. He wasn’t expecting to find a group of people looking at him. “Um…hello?”Link started, gripping his sword tighter. “I—I’m sorry if I interrupted something, I’m just…a bit lost.” “You weren’t interrupting anything,”One of them spoke up, standing up and heading over to Link. He noticed that the other is wearing a blue scarf. It looks really nice. “What’s your name, kid?” “Oh, um..my name’s Link.” “...of course.”He frowned, then sighed. “Well, then, this isn’t just a big coincidence then.” Hearing that, Link tilted his head, growing even more confused when the older man seemed to think he would catch on. When he didn’t, the other elaborated. “We’re all named Link. Except Linkle, but that’s close enough.” “Oh that’s…well. That’s funny!”Link let out a giggle. “Though, you guys don’t look familiar—and I know everyone!” “Yeah…I would remember a kid with bright pink dreads.”One of the others spoke up, and Link frowned in confusion upon seeing that the others' sclera were black as opposed to white. I’ll put a pin in that for now. “Your teeth remind me of a bunny.”Another spoke up, startling Link for a brief moment. “Can we call you that? Bunny?” “Oh. Okay!” “Great, great.”He yawned. “They call me Hypnos.” “Hypnos?” “Yeah, cool name right?”Hypnos shot him a lopsided grin, leaning on a tree with eyes shut. “Rundown—weird face marks over there is Prism, guy with scarf is Knight, kid with white hair is Ocarina, the three idiots with bright hair are Emerald, Ruby and Sapphire respectively, uh, then there’s Linkle, and the lil fella with the tattoos is Tide. Cool? Cool.” Bunny nodded, looking at all of them before frowning. “A concerning amount of us are children.” “A concerning amount of us are children.”Ruby nodded, rubbing her eyes. “I think Knight and Linkle are the only actual adults.” “Oh.” “I wouldn't trust them to act like adults, though,”Prism spoke up, a soft huff leaving his mouth. “One’s stupid and the other’s clumsy.” “That’s not nice, Prism.” “Saph, you are the only one who cares.” Bunny let out a sigh, watching the argument before his eyes shifted over to Ocarina. ‘They do this a lot, you get used to it,’Ocarina signed once they were sure he was looking, and Bunny nodded along. “Is there any reason they do it?” Ocarina shrugged loosely. ‘Not that I can recall. I think Sapphire is too nice and Prism is just too honest. Prism hates withholding the truth. Not sure why—his honesty can be brutal. It would be a nice change if he would lie about a few things, but I suppose nothing can make Prism lie.’ “Oh.”Bunny frowned gently. “Prism…is he nice otherwise?” ‘Depends on the day. Sometimes he can be nice. Other days…’Ocarina’s hands fumbled, and he frowned. ‘Other days, Prism is cruel. We know he isn’t being cruel on purpose, but—he is. He is cruel sometimes. I would try and get on his good side, if I were you.’ “...what about the others?” ‘Hypnos is asleep most of the time. I…I can’t figure out why, but he…feels weird. Creepy, even. Not because of the weirdly-placed wings on his head, but something is off about him. Generally, though, when he isn’t asleep, he’s nice. Always tries to make everyone feel better. Only known the guy a month, but without fail he tells a joke when someone’s upset and it makes them feel better. But he is still creepy. I wouldn’t trust him too much, but it’s your call.’ Ocarina paused, allowing Bunny a moment to breathe before continuing, ‘Tide is 14. That’s important, because he acts older. He doesn’t really like jokes, but he’s still got a bit of childlike joy left. I don’t know what he’s been through, but it musta been bad yanno? I think he might like you—you look young. Anyways. Got a sister he adores and a best friend he would die for. He doesn’t talk to Prism, much, nor does he talk to Linkle or Knight. He prefers to talk to Emerald a lot. I think they’re close. He doesn’t like Hypnos much, though he has told me it isn’t because of how creepy he feels, but because he’s always cracking jokes, yeah?’ “He’s older than me.”Bunny hummed out, and Ocarina cracked a smile before taking a breath. ‘Sapphire, Emerald and Ruby don’t go anywhere without each other. They’re not related—they’re very adamant about that—but they went on an adventure together. Adventures do tend to bring people together, I suppose. Sapphire and Ruby are freakishly in-sync with each other. Two sides of the same coin, I’d say. Sapphire is usually nice, but he’s quick to anger. Ruby is the opposite—she’s always angry but can turn into a real softie within minutes. I apologise—the things I have said are what I’ve gathered from observing, so I don’t know anything much about Emerald, Linkle or Knight.’ “That’s okay.”Bunny shot them a grin. “It helps me a lot. Thank you.” A nod, before Bunny turned to the others. “Okay, um, question?” “Answer.”Hypnos grinned, ignoring Tide’s eye roll. “What’s up?” “How long have you guys been together?” “Bout a month.”Knight whistled. “Maybe two.” “Long enough that we didn’t expect someone new!”Linkle smiled. “Just forgot, you are the hero and not just some kid named Link, right?” “I’m definitely the hero,”Bunny laughed softly. “I doubt any sane person would arm a random child with a sword.” “No sane person would arm any child with a sword,”Prism pointed out, and Bunny shrugged with a mutter of ‘true’. “What exactly are we all doing here, then?” “...beats me.”Emerald huffed out, grinning. “We know we’re supposed to be doing…something, we just don’t know what. It’s…finding out is a work in progress! For now we’re just fighting monsters and figuring out the rest on our own, yanno?” “So…aimless adventuring?” “Aimless adventuring.” “I see. Now, I’m no expert,”Bunny whistled. “But maybe we shouldn’t be standing out in the middle of a forest?” “...kid has a point.”Knight hummed. “I think I saw smoke coming from over there.”Tide whistled, pointing north. “Maybe we should check it out. Might be a town.” “Well? Let’s go, then.”Linkle laughed, spinning around on her heel. A moment to recover, and then Bunny hopped to keep up with the others, a soft smile on his face. He just met them, but they feel safe. He hasn’t felt safe in a while—it’s a nice feeling. …it was a feeling that Bunny missed. He missed it dearly; after all, he only had his sister and Impa that made him feel safe. It’s been a while since Bunny has fully trust another—and he missed being able to. Bunny let out a contented hum, hopping down the beaten path with his new group.

#the rainbow twinks #rainbow writings #rainbow ramblings #thanatos + blue #loz au #not lu #tangled chains #tangled chains au #linkverse #tc #tc hypnos #tc linkle #tc knight #tc prism #tc bunny #tc tide #tc emerald #tc ruby #tc sapphire #tc ocarina

[unovanhunny]

it's been stuck in my head but I can't get over the idea of Ingo naming his kitty Chandie or Candle or Lavender or Wick (or *insert so many other names based on Chandelure here*). idk, I'm a sucker for non-fantasy aus having little callbacks to canon like that. just ideas if you don't have a name for the lil kitty yet? alternatively in a whooooole other direction: some sort of pink panther or Carmen Sandiego joke because the boys will never not be utter nerds to me regardless of circumstance :p

I do really love things like that. Usually in AUs I have with Karma, Ingo's cats end up being named Lady as a reference to Lady Sneasler. But Chandie for his cat is very very cute. Maybe its a nickname for Chandra, which is I believe a Hindi name for Moon. And what's more of a nightlight lantern than the moon?

#ku over the speaker #phantom thief blankship au

[vonkarma2]

8, 10, 11 for the oc asks?

8. Is there a certain song or playlist of songs you have that make you think of an OC/your story for them?

Im gna post the Rocio playlist I made a while ago here it is <3

I have playlists for some of the other characters as well but they’re not really as good imo + they don’t have as many songs. I do like this one I think it captures the character pretty well both lyrically and sonically. my Spotify playlist magnum opus

10. Do any of your OCs contain any symbolism in themselves/their story?

Yes ok I’ll make a list of everything Ive like either actually used or thought abt in depth of so far. In no particular order:

Melanie: water/rain/drowning to represent like. Depression. Very original I know lol

Tiago: Birds to represent freedom (from other people from the past from your own mistakes just like in general)

Victor: water again but this time it’s like to represent whenever he’s in danger (it’s like as a callback to his backstory where he unfortunately very sadly tragically drowned and died. I mean he’s ok now)

Angel: color scheme switches from mostly yellow/gold to mostly green to represent like becoming more down to earth and living in the real world instead of like his own (incredibly self-aggrandizing and inaccurate) perception. Similarly he starts out wearing a lot of jewelry and then doesn’t so much as the story goes on. I should draw like his design at the beginning of the story vs his design at the end that would be fun

Rocio: The night sky + the open ocean. Not really supposed to directly represent or be a metaphor for anything other than like what they are which is like a vast mostly empty space that you lose it if you stare into it for too long. So I guess it’s not a symbol. it’s just that she is weirdly obsessed with like the feeling they evoke and so thinks abt them a lot. They’re incorporated into her outfit

Cirillo: Light vs darkness but usually like with regards to his relationship with other characters, like he’ll be inside with warm lighting talking to people whereas Rocio is waiting outside and it’s dark and she’s by herself, or like he’ll be holding a lantern so people can see, things like that

Aya: nature/plant life to contrast with the cyberpunk city they live in where there are like 0 living creatures except for humans aliens and like bugs sometimes. Very occasionally birds

This probably all sounds super pretentious 😭 but like it is in the story as well. It’s fine it’s ok 

11. Which character has been through the most design changes?

In terms of volume probably Rocio they’ve had 3 completely different and solidified designs whereas most other characters (Cirillo, Angel, Gloria, Jacinto, Laura, and from other stories Grace and Saida) have been through 1 previous iteration before the current design they have. Maybe Tane as well (not from the main story) because his age and like the nature of his character has changed a lot. Only problem is I only actually drew the current version and like the first idea I had lol so does that really count? I don’t think so I think he still has only 2. Yeah I don’t really do that many passes of designs on characters :P I usually just go beta design > refine it to the design I use forever into thr future. The maximum so far is 3. 

Wait actually it might be Remy bc ive had him for a while he might have had 4 iterations. Yes ok I think he did it was 80s aerobics themed beta design barely even recognizable > indie musician flannel shirt design w/blue skin > kinda cutesy idol type outfit w/purple skin > current vaguely scenecore mostly just whatever bright colors I could think of outfit with pink skin and sharp teeth. He was deyassified and then yassified again. Only consistent characteristic being elf ears and curly light colored hair 

#ty for sending these :)) I think they were good questions #my ocs

[lisangart]

Panda Flowers acrylic on canvas 12 x 12 x 1.5 inches 2022 $500 CAD A big panda cuddles with a panda cub in a cozy room of red peonies, pink cherry blossoms and orange kumquats! Covered in symbols of prosperity and good fortune, this painting will only bring joy to its owner. Spot the lucky bamboo and the panda paw print lantern. Painting comes with a carrot and a bowl of fruit for delectable snacking. A great painting for any caregiver/"caregivee" relationship, done while the artist is just getting to know her own little toddler at 1 year of age while pregnant with her second. The family's rocking horse came in handy. All paintings are one of a kind originals. Finished with painted edges, 1.5 inches deep, they do not require a frame and are ready for your enjoyment, complete with hangy wire. #panda #pandapainting #pandaart #animalart #mothersday #familyday #nurseryart #nurserydecor #nursery #surrealism #originalpainting #kitsche #pandacub #pandalovers #pandapandapanda #motherdaughter https://www.instagram.com/p/CjBUhJ4JKzY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[samanthas-mess]

Diamond Playtime Chapter 2: Running Around (Preview)

The lanterns then flickered on. With light now in the room, Diamond gasped as he saw me.

I couldn't believe it. There he was. The Diamond was right there. He was sitting upwards. The two of us locked eyes with one another.

He wore a white dress. Blue ribbons on his hair. White heels that matched his dress.

I could see the fear in his eyes. He looked away from me.

I slowly got up, my wig falling off. I removed the pink shades and made my way to him. "H-Hello." I didn't knew what else to say.

Diamond didn't respond. But I noticed that he glanced at me.

He seemed a bit surprised. Did he actually think I was Heart?

He turned to face me. I saw how he looked uneasy. He fiddled with his fingers. "It's okay if you're scared, I actually came to figure out what happened with the band." I told him.

Diamond began to shake. "Do you think you can help me find out the truth?" I asked. He shook his head. "That's fine. Well, I'm actually trying to get out of here. If you want, you can come with me." I stuck out my hand.

Diamond looked at it. He did a small whimper before hesitantly, accepting.

I helped him off the tube he was on. He was literally light as a feather.

(I can't believe it! I'm actually in front of Diamond!) I thought. I tried my best to stop myself from non stop squealing or asking for an autograph.

"C-Can you really get us o-out of h-ere?" Diamond whimpered.

His voice was so timid. So soft. It was like he as delicate as glass.

I placed my hand on his shoulder, he flinched and yanked himself away.

"P-Please don't t-touch me." He wept. I saw the tears already falling from his eyes. It shattered my heart. I despise seeing him like this.

"I'm sorry, I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable. But I do need you to follow me if we're gonna get out of here." I told him.

Diamond wiped his tears away and nodded. "Follow me. I'm getting us out of here." I said.

I picked up the wig and placed it inside my bag. Thankfully, none of the merch or evidence was destroyed.

We made our way through the long hallway, and eventually out of the red diamond I was told to find. I then remembered, the bridge I used to find the red diamond, was destroyed.

I facepalmed. "Right. I forgot." I mumbled. Diamond noticed the destroyed bridge and looked around. He tugged on the cosplay I was wearing and pointed somewhere.

"T-There." He said. I looked at the direction he pointed at and saw it. A door.

"Come on." I told him. We began to make our way to the door. About halfway there, I noticed how Diamond was suddenly getting tired.

He started to fall behind. He was a bit out a breath. He fell to his knees.

I made my way to him, where I helped him up. "You okay?" I asked.

Diamond shooked his head. "M-My body needs time to re-recharge." He stuttered.

"I could carry you if you like." I offered. Surprisingly, he nodded. I removed my bookbag and placed it in front of me.

I then lifted Diamond up into my back. Thankfully, he was light as a feather. So it was like I wasn't carrying anything at all!

"You comfy?" I asked. Diamond didn't respond, but I felt his nod.

"I'll carry you for as long as you need." I assured him.

When we finally reached the door, I noticed that Diamond's grip on me getting tighter.

"A-Are you really gonna get us out of here?" He asked again. "I'm definitely getting us out of here Diamond. I vow to get us out of here safe and alive." I promised him.

"O-Okay." He replied. I couldn't help but smile. He was so timid. So delicate. It was actually adorable.

(I can't imagine what he went through, especially since I found him in a force sleep state.) I thought. I carefully opened the door.

"Another hallway." I said. As I kept walking, I couldn't stop thinking about everything.

(This all started as an investigation. But here I am. Carrying a weak band member, I had to run away from a giant monster. And my bag is full of VHS tapes and merch.) I thought to myself.

"I really need to find out what the hell happened here." I whispered.

A few minutes had passed, and so far, nothing. Just locked doors.

But none seem to lead to an exit. Eventually, my legs started to grow weak.

"We should probably rest for a bit. Maybe we can find an empty room." I suggested.

I carefully put Diamond down. "I…I think I remember wh-where the l-lounge is." He said.

"Really? Do you think you can take me there?" I asked.

Diamond fiddled with his fingers. "M-Maybe. But I'm not sure if I c-can walk all the way." He stuttered. I smiled at him.

"That's no problem. I'll carry you and you can tell me the directions." I offered.

For once, I saw the upset expression leave his face. He was now surprised. "Really?"

I nodded. "You're light as a feather. I don't mind helping." I told him.

I helped get on my back once again. "I-If I'm correct, y-you go to th-that door." He pointed to the forth door on my right.

I went to it and miraculously, it was unlocked. I saw a flight of stairs.

"Hold on." I told him. Diamond nodded as I made my way down the stairs.

"M-Make s-sure to go a-all the w-way down." He told me.

"All the way to the final floor? Got it." I replied.

We climbed down about two floors before finally reaching the bottom.

I made my way to the door. I sighed with relief when it opened.

Sure enough, there was the lounge area. "Finally! We can rest!" I cheered. I put Diamond on a chair and placed my bag next to him.

"I wonder if we could find anything here to give us energy." I told him.

Diamond glanced at my bag. "You can look inside if you'd like." I assured him.

"Oh! No no. That's alright. I'm n-not nosey." He replied.

I sat on a chair next to him. I let out an exhausted sigh.

"We gotta find a way out of here. Especially if I'm going to figure out what happened to you and your band members." I explained to him.

"W-Why are you trying to figure out wh-what happened?" He asked.

I turned to him. "Because you guys are my favorite band. Even if you weren't, something just doesn't seem right about all this." I told him.

"One minute you guys are making lots of music, then all of a sudden you guys break up without saying why? That just doesn't add up." I continued. I placed my hand on my stomach. "Let's see if we find anything to at least snack on. I should've brought some."

I looked around the lounge area. Only seeing one vending machine. Surprisingly, there were still some snacks inside.

I then got an idea. I went back to Diamond and grabbed my bag. "You might want to cover your ears." I warned.

He obeyed and placed his hands on his ears. I we tback to the vending machine and took a deep breath before letting out a scream. The necklace glowed just like before.

And like with the monster, the glass on the vending machine shattered.

I stop my screams and signaled Diamond that he could uncover his ears.

"Lunch is served!" I chuckled. I grabbed as many bags of chips and canned sodas as possible. My poor bag was becoming really stuffed up.

I made my way back to the band members and sat next to him.

I handed him a bag of chips. He looked at for a bit before accepting it.

His hand wouldn't stop shaking. "If you ever need help. Just let me know." I smiled.

"H-Help." He muttered. I took the bag and opened it for him. "F-Feed me…p-please?" He whimpered. I gave him another smile before grabbing a chip a d gently placing it in his mouth.

I opened myself a bag and it really confused me how these bags weren't expired yet. "If these bags aren't expired, then that means someone must've been here recently." I explained. I shoved a handful of chips in my mouth.

Diamond tugged on my cosplay again. I grabbed another chip from his bag and fed it to him. It was honestly nice to help him out.

After an hour, both of us were completely energized. I had finished about three bags and two soda cans while Diamond finished two bags and one soda can. I had to help him with the soda.

Like everything else, I placed the rest in my bag. It was becoming a bit hard to zip it shut with everything inside.

"Do you think it's possible to find somewhere to clean my original clothes?" I asked him.

"It's getting a bit annoying wearing this cosplay." I confessed. "I'm honestly not sure." He said. "That's alright. Once we get out of here, I'll try to sneak back to my house to change clothes." I told him.

I struggled a bit to carry my bag. "Do you still need a lift?" I offered. Diamond shook his head.

"N-No thanks. The lunch gave me a bit of energy." He explained.

I placed my bag on my back. "In that case, follow me. Like I promised, I'm getting us out of here."

Diamond belongs to a close friend.

Here's what I currently have for Chapter 2. It's not good I know, but since the original chapter won't help, I have to do everything myself.

So if you guys have any ideas or feedback. Please let me know.

#Diamond Playtime #Story

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 504, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death

WORDS: 1221

“One, two, three, NOW!”

I woke up with a start, jolting as something lurched onto the bed and started jumping.

“O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, how lovely are thy branches, O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, how lovely are thy branches,” chanted the girls, giddy as ever as they jumped up and down on the bed.

“Cwissy twee, Cwissy twee!” babbled Baby Tommy excitedly, following his older sisters’ example and being absolutely stinking adorable at it the whole time. “O Cwissy twee, O Cwissy twee!”

“Sweetheart?” I giggled at the grumpy tone that my handsome older husband’s voice wore.

“My love, cheer up,” I pressed my lips to his temple. “The kids won’t stay this little forever.”

“True,” he grouched. “Okay now kids, that’s enough- mommy and daddy are up now. Give us fifteen minutes, and we can go downstairs and open presents, yeah?”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…!” cheered Elizabeth and Katie, both girls jumping off the bed and lifting Baby Tommy off to stand in between them both.

“Yay yay!” yelled Baby Tommy, his little dollie friend tucked up underneath his shirt with its head protruding out from his neck hole. “Yay yay!”

“Yay yay yourself, Baby Tommy!” I frowned at the happy little man as I got out of bed first, grabbed the Christmas sweaters that I had handknitted a few days before and handed them out- Elizabeth’s was a deep royal purple, Elle’s was a lovely pale lavender, Katie’s was a bold red, Jing’s was a bright hot pink, Baby Tommy’s was a handsome hunter green and his dollie’s was a beautiful pale green. Peter had a soft sage green Christmas sweater and I had a deep turquoise blue Christmas sweater.

“Thanks mommy!” Katie said, sitting down on the floor almost at once to dress her American Girl mini me in her Christmas sweater.

“Lizz Lizz?” Baby Tommy meeped, toddling over to her, taking his dollie out of his shirt and holding the sweater out to her, asking for help dressing. His big sister smiled at him as she set Elle down onto the floor before changing him. “Yay yay! Thank ou!”

She giggled at his sheer adorableness as Peter got up next, his pectorals flexing and stretching as he worked his morning kinks out of his body.

“Good morning, sweetheart of my heart,” he rumbled, yanking me into his lap, snarling playfully at me before playfully pecking and nipping at my neck. I laughed as I settled my knees onto either sides of his manly hips, giggling he nonverbally professed his neverending love for me. “Did you sleep well last night?”

“I did, yes daddy,” I meeped, tossing my arms around his neck and pressing our foreheads together. “Ten more days left until we can begin to try for Baby Ratajczyk 2.0.”

“Fuk.”

“BABY TOMMY-!”

~xoXox~

“Wow, thanks mommy!” Elizabeth cheered as she opened her latest present, Edwardian styled boots. They had a shaped top and scalloped sides, the tiniest of heels and buttoned straps. “These are so pretty!”

“And cool!” Katie grinned, opening her own shoebox and taking out Converse high tops, custom printed with bright red Chinese lanterns and pink blossoms patterned across the footware. “Thanks mommy! These are so cool!”

“My love, you spoil them rotten!” I scolded my husband as he started up the fireplace in the sunroom, hunched over the pyramid of firewood with a flickering match.

“I’m their father, sweetheart,” he reminded me with a chuckle. “Besides, I do not like the idea of us not celebrating Christmas due to mourning Baby Violet Marie.”

I hummed disapprovingly as I watched Baby Tommy unwrapping a box, which turned out to be baby sized Legos.

“Tank ou mommy,” he meeped out politely as he shook the box. “Mesies bid house for wittle Baa bee Tomm Tomm!”

“Well, I bet the house will be a sound house of living!” I told him, giggling as my husband grabbed a dark green blanket from the blanket box next to the fireplace and draped it snuggily around me. “Gramacy, my love.”

He just smiled at me before flopping down next to me and dragging me in under his arm, returning his attention back to the kids tearing open their gifts under the tree.

“Hey sweetheart, the band has been asked to perform at a bar on New Years Eve,” he told me with a gentle kiss to my temple. “Cammie- she’s the owner of the bar- told me that she set aside wristbands for the kids and you and told me not to worry if you don’t come.”

“Okay,” I told him, leaning my head into his shoulder as Elizabeth came to the presents that James and Aaron had picked up while in France.

“Mommy… Daddy…” she announced, handing us our parcels.

I peeled open my present and smiled at the thoughtful gifts of hand crafted biscotti bites and small hand soaps. I looked over at Peter and saw that he had received a gourmet coffee gift box with twenty little bags of coffee from around the world.

“Who do you think picked them out?” Peter asked me quietly.

“James,” I answered his question at once, keeping my voice also low. “Aaron isn’t the best at picking intimate, personal gifts.”

“This is so awesome!” Elizabeth yelled as she pulled out screen printed silk. “I can make a bunch of awesome stuff with this!”

Katie opened her carefully wrapped box and pulled out a plush panda and a baby plush panda, the two toys clearly meant for Katie and Jing respectively.

I smiled as I opened my stocking, pulling out white chocolate KitKat bars, a pretty pedant with the family members’ birthstones, a bookmark and a tube bracelet.

“That bracelet has ashes from Baby Violet Marie,” my soulmate breathed gently into my ear. “The kids each have one. I just figured that it would be a nice way to remember her and keep her in their hearts.”

I smiled up at him, tears pooling in my eyes as he gently fitted the bracelet around my wrist before lifting my hand to his mouth, where he pressed a sweet kiss to my fist.

Gramercy, thank you, old French? 

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