#started with vex and it just escalated from there

[fourteenthz]

CRYING. SCREAMING. THROWING UP.

#kelly watches cr #OH THAT WAS NICE. THAT WAS SO NICE. I ADORE how this came from a conversation of forgiveness and healing. GOD. #they are not fixing each other they are fixing themselves to be a better version and enjoy one another #they are ALWAYS on the same page it's so insane to me like when percy starts to talk about it and vex gets excited #because it was exactly what she was trying to say #and she's not the one good with words so it gets so fun watching her get more and more excited with the conversation #once percy duels more into it and then she's all giggles taking off her bow and showing him her cravings #also GOD BLESS TRAVIS. he was SO EXCITED FROM THE FUCKING START #SAME I was hiding giggling twirling my hair they make me SOOO NORMAL. #it seems to me that some of them talked about it before because matt seemed to encourage tal with the kiss #its SOOO CUTE how they can make sure things go well while improvising all the rest... the way percy ends with a commentary about vax #and vex laughs it off and the conversation gets a lot more light-hearted so it doesn't feel too out there that he kissed her #it's so funny seeing this kiss vs vaxleth “you know I'm im love with you right?” THEY ARE TRULY OPPOSITES #percahlia cautiously walking around each other for so long. vax having to talk some sense into his sister. #and just omg im not over how they found middle ground there in the forest. #vex calling him to talk just because she wanted to and it escalating to them understanding each other more than themselves could #its so cute seeing laura's and tal's reaction to it you can picture percahlia doi g the exact same expressions #and getting overwhelmed with the thought of the other having the exact same thought #it stuns me they really have nothing alike one another but they just are perfect for each other solely for the fact that they get it #they truly seem to react differently to most stuff but still being there on the same page. #idk how to describe it but the way percy always interacts with vex makes me think that's exactly what she deserves #and the same goes for the other way around. like they don't need each other but they deserve what they have in each other #ITS SO. I CARE THEM SO MUCH YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. #going insane over these guys i need fanart why am I so late im scared to search for fanart and see spoilers BUT OH MAN DO I NEED IT #screaming you with the dark curls song while staring at the ceiling and thinking about percahlia for unhealthy amounts of hours #i had forgot to post about her kiss before so i just did it NOT REALLY KNOWING WE WOULD HAVE ANOTHER ONE THIS EPISODE #thinking about the fact that percy doesn't know that vex said she was giving him her heart and that she kissed him #and how that means he had to gather so much courage to kiss her in the woods.... running away right after... how vex didn't told him abt it #.... cowards in love. my favorite trope. I swear these two are just a pair of friends that are so into each other its so simple and healthy #i just.. i love love. i love complex characters having simple beautiful things.. they deserve the entire world actually but I'll take this.

[confessionbrain-writings]

Backbone part two - Syverson

Summary: You had a confrontation with The Captain but got interrupted before things could escalate. But that doesn't keep the grumpy Captain up as he orders you to meet up later. And meeting up you did.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, unprotected p in the v, spanking, let me know if I missed something.

Word count: approx 2,7k

A/N: So hi there. It's been a while, but life kinda happend (which I'm not gonna bore you with). So a (wayyy) bit longer than I wished but here is part two of Backbone. You can read part one here. English isn’t my mother tongue so apologies for typos or mistakes. I hope you enjoy. Feedback is very welcome!

As soon as darkness fell, the camp grew silent and prepared itself for another night. But it wouldn’t be like any other, not for me. I had slipped on my boots and tiptoed my way back to the Captain’s office. Even though it was dark, it wasn’t that hard for me to navigate back to the designated spot. Without a lot of thoughts I silently stepped into the hallway and eyed the closed door of his office. 

The sight of it brought me back to our banter from earlier today. It had played over and over in my head and that didn’t exactly help to keep my hormones and the throbbing pulse between my legs in order. But not only his words were the culprit, it was also the ghost of his touch. How his body had felt, pressed against mine and how he had grabbed my jaw. It was like I was this horny teenager again who could only think about dicks and sex. Sex, sex, sex. It was a silent chant in my head and I cursed myself for it. Since when did I let it affect me so much? 

A mix of excitement and anxiety settled in while eyeing the door closely, almost burning holes through it in hope to see if he was behind it. What if he wasn’t there? What if he just wanted to vex me? What in the bloody hell was I even doing… 

I’ve shoved the train of thoughts down before they could derail and stepped into his office, silently closing the door behind me. It didn’t take long for my eyes to adjust to the darkness and I quickly could make out his shape. He was leaning back against the wall, one foot popped against it and arms folded across his chest. Without seeing his face, I knew he had his brows furrowed. 

“Ya late,” he stated and pushed himself from the wall, taking slow and tensive steps towards me.

The tiny hairs on my body stood right up as my defense mechanism kicked in and screamed at me to run while another part of me wanted to stay, anticipating the Captain’s actions.

“Well, I’m here now, aren’t I?” The retort was out before I could stop it. Somehow there was something about him that just hit all the wrong nerves that’d put me on edge. And I was damn well sure he knew that too. 

“Ya think ya smart, hu?” He asked as he stepped closer. I kept my stance right as it was. Confident.

“You wanna know what I think, Sir?” I asked and cocked my head, lips pursed. 

“No.”

“Well, I’m gonna tell you anyway.”

That earned me a scoff.

“Then why do ya ask?”

“I was attempting to be polite.”

“Mmm,” was his only reply as he folded his arms across his chest again. Even in the darkness, I could make out his bulging biceps.

“I think…” I started but my words were cut off as he closed the distance between us. I noticed his approach, but I let him as his hands curled around my biceps and pushed me back against the closed door. 

Shit, this was so wrong but it was also exhilarating. The heath between my legs started to pool again, going from zero to a hundred. I inhaled through my nose and took my gaze back to his face as he opened his mouth.

“I don’t care what ya thinkin’” he growled and pressed his lips hungrily against mine. One hand slid to my jaw as I clawed at his buzzcut, pulling him in. 

The kiss was wild and full of need. Our lips moving in unison as his other hand found my waist. Quickly tugging the shirt out of my pants and placing his hand on my bare waist. The feeling of his warm palm against my skin sent an electric shudder across my skin. And that electric feel shot straight to my lower stomach as he made his way up, roaming over my ribcage and squeezed the skin just under my boob. 

A deep moan escaped my throat. My own hands skimming over his warm skin and solid muscles. It was no secret that he was well-trained and muscular, since that was easy visible to the naked eye, but feeling those muscles under my palm. Damn it. It only edged me on.

“Fuck—“ I whimpered against his lips and clawed at his shirt, needing more of him. The Captain seemed to notice and slipped his shirt over his head in one swift move. My hands instantly roaming the exposed skin. 

He was quick to grab the hem of my shirt and let it follow his on the floor. He cursed when he met my bare breasts, since I didn’t bother wearing a bra. What would be the use anyway?

“Jesus, Sugar,” his hands quickly shot forward, kneading the plump skin which made me gasp. 

“Ya came prepared,” he stated and shot me a dark look. That look only could make me cum right then and there. 

“Ya needy lil’ thing, ain’t ya?”

Lost for words I just nodded. Somehow the need to defend myself and stand my ground like before suddenly flew out of the window. The need consuming my body and started to haze my mind. It almost was like I was in some sort of drunken state. High on his touch and craving for more. More, more and just more. 

“Hu.. Cat got ya tongue? Do ya want it that bad?” He grits and empathizes his words by squeezing my breasts harder.

I whimper and struggle to find words to answer. “I— yeah..” Is all I can choke out.

A feral grin starts to form on his face. He’s well aware how his touch and words affect me.

In an instant he takes a step back, leaving me a little confused and light-headed. Did he change his mind? Oh, he’d better not ‘cause there was no way my fingers could comply the building fire inside. 

He takes a deep breath and nods to his desk. “Take off ya clothes and place ya hands on the desk.” He orders and I gape at him.

“You— I— Wha—“ I spluttered but he interrupted me before I could finish.

“Ya heard me. Don’t make me tell ya twice, sweetheart.”

The new nickname and command shot straight to my core but did as he told. I felt his hungry gaze follow me as I made my way to his desk. Kicking my boots off, followed quickly by the rest of my clothes. The wooden desk under my palms was a bit clammy, but hey, what a surprise - you were in the fucking desert. 

As his heavy steps came closer I turned my head to glance at him. He still had this feral grin on his face and twirled his finger in the air. 

“Turn back. I didn’t order ya to turn around, now did I?”

I swallowed and turned back, looking at my hands on the desk instead. Suddenly I felt his broad hands on my waist which made me shudder. He leaned forward, his bare chest covering my back, his lips brushed the shell of my ear.

“I asked ya somethin’” he breathed which made goosebumps break out over my skin. 

“No,” I whispered back.

“No.” His voice is steady. “No I did not.” He continues as his hand slowly sank to my ass. Caressing my cheeks and then — WHACK. 

A yelp fell over my lips at the sudden sting. He just smacked me. He smacked me hard and I liked it, a lot. I bit my lower lip to contain my panting breath. 

He smoothens the smack by gently massaging the red skin. 

“Ya wanna know what I think?” He asks, copying my words from earlier.

I nod my head, afraid my voice will betray how rilled up I am.

“I think this is what ya like, don’ ya? Gettin’ handled by ya Captain. Should I find out?”

It feels like my heart would jump right out of my chest. The words making my face heath. Why was this so hot when not even a few hours ago I could strangle him? The need to fight him now nowhere to be found. The feeling of wanting this was immensely stronger.

Those thoughts quickly faded when I felt how his hand slid down over my spine, onto the curve of my ass, switching to my front and lower stomach and hovering over the aching part between my thighs. 

I swallowed thickly as I slightly started to spread my stance, giving him more acces. Hoping he would dip his hand further down to where I needed it the most. As if he could read my mind he did and I felt how his breath hitched against the side of my face when he met my undeniable arousal. 

“Just like I thought. Fuckin’ soaked for me already.”

I whimpered when he slowly moved two fingers up and down my slit, spreading the wetness. 

“Fuckin’, filthy little thin’ ” he hissed and it only made the inferno worse. So bad that I couldn’t stop the plead falling from my lips.

“Please, I need—” my voice broke as I pushed my hips back, trying to fuck his fingers. Needing him so bad, it felt like my body was as tight as a bowstring. 

“If you want it so bad, I’ll give it to ya.” He breathed hoarsely. 

Turning my head slightly so I could steal a glimpse at him, it was clear that he also was starting to lose it. He could pretend to be tough but seeing me bend over his desk - naked and needing - made him also threw his morals out of the window.

“Fuck it.” He cursed and he unbuckled his belt swiftly. Not even bothering to take his pants and boxer completely off, he shuffled them down to his ankles so his erection could sprang free. 

Holy. Shit. I watched as he fisted his big cock, giving it a few tugs before lining it up at my soaked entrance. Only the feel of the tip made me moan again. That seemed to bring back his attention and he growled as he gripped the roots of my hair with his other hand and pushed me face down onto the desk harshly. My right cheek meeting the wooden and sticky surface.

“What did I tell ya?” He barked through clenched teeth and I wiggled against him. I needed more. I needed more of him, now.

“Just fuck me,” I begged. “Please.” I added and that was enough for him.

He snaps his hips up and slides in, making the both of us moan and whimper. The stretch of him filling me suddenly made me hiss and clench my teeth. But the sting wasn’t that bad, the banter from earlier and his dirty words made the pleasure overrule.

Pushing myself back - as far a possible since he still held my face to the desk - to feel him more, feel him deeper. He planted his free hand on my waist, steadying himself and stopping me.

“No,” I whine and try to look over my shoulder. “Please, Captain,” I beg and he snarls.

“I was planning on takin’ it easy on ya but ya makin’ it so fuckin’ damn hard!” He’s clenching his jaw hard and I notice how he shakes slightly, his control starting to slip.

I can’t help but smile at him, suddenly feeling a bit of a victory for getting him rilled up as well. His brow furrowed and he smacks my ass again.

“Oh!” I yelp and he does it again. Twice. But my smile returns and his nostrils flare. 

“Is that what ya want?” He snapped and leans over me so his weight pressed me more into the desk. Even though breathing got a little bit heavier, the weight of him on me is.. good, nice, welcome. 

Due this angle his cock slides further in, stretching my walls and I whimper softly.

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Then let me give it to ya, sweetheart.” 

Without wasting a breath he snaps his hips and is instantly off on a feral pace. Fucking me right into the desk. This is punishment.

The sound of our arousal and slapping skin echoes through the office. The wooden desk groans under our weight as it’s moving back and forth with a scraping noise.

Whimpers, moans and pleads spill over my lips as he keeps rutting into me. Fucking me just like I asked him to and it’s hot as hell. This was wicked, this was madness and almost animalistic. 

“Is this what ya want?” He groans out. Releasing his tight grip on my hair and leans back. I place my palms flat on the desk and push myself up. Creating another angle that makes me see stars every time he thrusts into me. 

“Yes, sir,” I choke out and glance over my shoulder. 

Fuck. The primal look on his face makes me squeeze my core, pulling the strained bow even tighter. His hands are digging harder and harder into my hips which I’m sure will leave some prints. But I couldn’t care less. Not when he’s fucking me this good. This hard and raw. Both chasing our carnal desire.

“Fuck, Sugar.” He curses and his movements starts to falter, getting closer and closer to the edge. He grabs my arms and pulls them back, bending my back even further into a crescent curve. And with that movement the pull in my core is as tense as it can be.

Tears start to form in my eyes due the sensation. It’s almost too much to take. 

“Sy,” I sob and don’t even care when I called out his name. He reacts with a growl and curse.

“Again—Say it—“ he pants, “Say it again.” 

I willingly comply. 

“Fuck Sy— you— I’m gonna—“ before I can finish, the bow snaps and my orgasm washes over me. 

I feel his hand clamping down over my mouth, muffling my screams. He follows me just after by three feral thrusts. With my name on his lips as a curse he reaches his climax and spills his seed into me.

My heart is pounding like crazy, creating a ringing in my ears and I let my head fall back onto the desk. Taking time to catch my panting breath and lower my heart rate. 

The Captain slowly pulls out and I hear how he is dressing up already by the sounds of rustling fabric and the clink of his belt. 

How in the hell can he dress up already? It feels like I’m gonna need all night to pull myself back together and descend into my body again.

I feel his palm on the small op my back. “Ya good, Private?” He asks. 

Private. Alright, so I guess thats that for the nicknames. Fine.

Taking a deep breath I straighten myself and feel how my core is pulsing. Well, tomorrow is gonna be fun.

“Yes, Captain,” I answer and turn around. “Fine.”

He hands me a towel and while I wipe both of our releases off, he gathers my clothes and places them on the desk before he crosses his arms in front of his chest again. Just like he did when I walked in. 

I dress silently while he keeps his eye on me like a hawk. I take a deep breath and straighten to my full length when I’m finished.

We have a stare down for a few seconds and then I’m off to unlock the door and make my way back. 

Just as I open the door he slams it shut. His arm extends above me and I feel his presence close behind me. Giving me an immediate deja vu. I swallow tightly and only cock my head slightly to look at him.

He open his mouth but then closes it. He takes a deep breath and swallows.

“This cannot happen again, Private. Ya hear me?” 

His smooth and arousal-filled voice is replaced by the well familiar Captain’s one and I bit my tongue.

I nod at him and held his stare. “Yes, Captain. I hear you.” He nods and I watch how his gaze flicks to my lips. He leans in slightly and the movements sends a shudder down my spine. But whatever he planned to do halts and then he leans back, opening the door

“Goodnight, Private.” “Goodnight, Captain.”

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[tsunderetypea]

Little Slayer| TLoVM x platonic!reader

Preface| Every party had its outlier. For some, most people would think it was Scanlan of the legendary group Vox Machina. Yet as we know fate has its own workings on the matter.

Enter amnesiac [Y/N] who happened to cross their paths. For the most part, they appeared utterly normal as a human could be but well as the party would soon realize there is more to them than meets the eye.

Word Count| 2148

Link to [Part 02]

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[A/N]: I’ve been dying for a platonic!reader with the group even though I just started watching the animated series a couple of days ago. I apologize if at some point some of the character's seem out of character or I get something wrong.

Think of reader as the group’s Perrito or Groot in a sense.

I’m mostly making this for shenanigans so idk if this really has a plot or if this will be a couple of chapters ordeal.

This takes place after S2 of the show and I know next to nothing about what happens in Critical Role...

“Arghh! When are the others getting back! Grog hungry!..” whined the half-giant as he hugged his lower abdomen, his expression teary like that of a child as his best friend touched his bicep.

“Soon buddies, it shouldn’t be long now.” Pike assured with a smile that went away by the sounds of loud crunches heard nearby. “I’m telling you, this is the best sandwich I’ve ever made!” chomped Scanlan with a grin as he ate his meal while Grog growled at him, taking it that he was teasing him for his amusement.

“Gimme a piece!” Grog exclaimed with a lurch, trying to grab the food from him. “No! It’s not my fault you wasted your part of the gold on ale!” the bard argued back as he backed away from the bigger man’s grab.

“It was for good reason! I needed ale for my nuts-trucian!” the axe-wielder barked as he kept trying to take the sandwich from the gnome.

Pike could only watch as the two argued over the meal, Grog still trying to take the hoagie while Scanlan played keep-away.

She hoped it would not escalate.

—

“This is taking longer than I would like,” huffed Vex with a frown as she and Keyleth watched Percy and her brother negotiate the bounty they had made.

“You tell me,” the air Ashari sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair. “I just want to eat and… sleep.”

“No ale?” the half-elf questioned with a side-glance. “After the last time… no.” Keyleth nervously chuckled as she recalled their last drinking expenditure which ended mostly in vomit.

“But it was fun,” Vex teased with a nudge. “It was, the aftermath wasn’t.” she giggled.

“What, are we talking about our last drink?” interrupted Vax as he and Percy approached them. “You could say that,” answered his sister as she ushered them to leave to join the rest of the party.

Little did they know, something would change when they regrouped.

—

“For the last time Grog, I said no—“ were among the words Scanlan used in an attempt to get through his friend’s mind but fell through as the half-giant was successful in getting ahold of his meal.

“Ha, ha!” Grog said in triumph though no before Scanlan used his magic to propel himself as he managed to grab it back. “You were saying…” he said with a smirk though faded as Grog quickly lurched after him to get the delicious sustenance.

“Buddies, no!” Pike came forward in an effort to stop the two.

“Mine!” “No mine!” they both yelled as they both had their hands on the hoagie. “Let go!” Scanlan hollered though not before quickly thinking to use his bard power in kicking the sandwich out of both their hands.

“Nooo... my food!” cried the light-blue skinned half-giant. “Ha ha, smart thinking Scan,” snickered the gnome praised himself.

“Not really since you kept it away from yourself. Now you’re just feeding the rats.” pointed out Pike as the other gnome began to fully realize what he had done. “Oh shit, no!” he exclaimed as he ran toward the direction that he kicked the sandwich.

“No wait that’s mine! I’ll still eat it!” Grog followed running after him. “We can literally make another sandwich when the others get back!” Pike called after them but her words fell on death ears as they vanished from sight.

‘I better make sure they don’t do something stupid…’ were among the cleric’s thoughts as she also ran after them.

—

“Let’s see…” you whispered to yourself as you clambered down from the trash bins you had been searching in. “Not a bad haul if I do say myself [Y/N].” you said with a smile with your hands on your hips looking over the food you had managed to scavenge.

An orange looking fruit that was a bit mushy in some areas, some moldy bread, and the bone of a turkey leg with little chunks of meat here and there made up your score. You were truly feasting that night.

You slid down against the wall, grabbing the moldy piece of bread as you sat down to eat at last. Carefully you picked off the mold before taking a bite out of it, the staleness of the loaf entering your tastebuds as you looked up to the stars.

Normally you would have been chased off if people found you going through their trash even if it was for food, but tonight was the first time in a while that hadn’t happen.

‘Maybe my luck is finally changing…’ you thought with a small smile as you finished the last of the bread, though your stomach growled for more.

With only your name as the thing you truly knew for sure about yourself you had no idea who you were or where you came from as you wandered the land in search for… even you had no idea what you were doing.

Something you supposed.

But there was something inside you that urged you to go on despite your impoverished predicament you were in. So you had to continue, whatever it was.

That was until you heard a splat of something very close to you. “Ahh I’ve been hit!” you shrieked, thinking you were wounded as you felt something splatter on you, your eyes shutting close to brace the pain.

But you felt… nothing?

Carefully you opened one eye, looking around before looking at yourself to see if there was any sign of bodily harm on you. But all you found was a tomato slice on your cheek.

“Huh?” you uttered in confusion as you opened both eyes completely to look around at what had caused the noise from earlier and the origin of tomato slice only to find a somewhat squished sandwich on your right. It happened to land on the flipped crate you were using as a table to hold your dinner though now it was on top of it.

Seeing this as possibly a sign of some sort you quickly said a “Thank you!” before diving into the slightly pulverized sandwich.

You couldn’t stop yourself from slowly eating as you chowed down on the food, savoring each bite. Yet it was in your ignorance that you hadn’t noticed the rumbling sounds of something larger stomping close by.

“Hey let go of my sand—“ a loud voice boomed before feeling something grab the neck of your shirt as you were lifted to meet the eyes of a giant in your eyes. “AAH!” you screamed dropping the sandwich while Grog looked at you speechless at the sight of your scrawny form. He had expected to pick up a rat not a person which is why he cut off from speaking when he lifted you up.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know it was yours!” you quickly apologized as you averted your eyes from him. Grog said nothing yet kept looking at you. You had no idea what he was going to do to you so you kept talking.

“I’ll get you a new one! I’ll sell my uh, my arm to pay you back!” you squeaked, your mind in panic over the situation you were in.

“You better pay me back..” said a new voice.

You looked up to see a gnome coming up beside the giant with an even more pissed off expression. Though his expression faltered slightly when he saw you being held up by his friend and even more so when he saw his sandwich splattered on the ground.

“My sandwich!” Scanlan cried at his now wasted meal, his knees buckling in despair at the sight of its ruin.

“I’ll-I’ll pay you back too!” he heard you utter, though confusion crossed his expression at your words. “Why would you have to pay me back kid?” he asked as he rose to his feet.

“Because I was eating it and then he grabbed me and I dropped it!” you quickly said as you tried your hardest not to cry.

“Aww Scan, they remind me of Pike. Can we keep them?” Grog now held you to his chest which made you jolt as you thought he would crush you. Now you were just trembling in his arms.

“Look they even vibrate!” he added with a grin.

“They aren’t a pet, Grog. Besides, we would all have to decide.” the bard pointed out.

“Decide what?”

Grog and Scanlan turned to see Vex and the others join them with Pike leading the way.

“Buddies!” Pike said in relief before running over to meet them closer and it was then she saw you in the half-giant’s arms.

“Who’s this?” she asked questioningly as the others approached behind her. “Are they another person in a bounty?” Vax queried all the while looking you up and down.

“It doesn’t appear so…” Percy was quick to offer his judgment and he was proven correct when Scanlan said, “no it’s some kid Grog picked up that was eating my sandwich.”

The four of them expect Pike sent confused glances their way before the cleric sent them a “it’s a long story” glance at them.

“But I was saying we should keep them! They even vibrate!” Grog spoke enthusiastically.

“Grog they are a person not a pet.” Vex spoke with her arms crossed. “Besides they are trembling from fear not because they actually vibrate.” she stated as she took a look at you. “… unless there is a creature that can do such a thing.”

“None that I have seen,” piped Keyleth as she went forward to the half-giant. “Yes, with that said put them down, Grog.” ordered Vax as Grog groaned, disappointed before taking heed in his command.

You could feel the smooth stone under your feet as you were gently put down, though it didn’t stop you from shaking as you now head yourself. You felt your throat blocked off as if you had swallowed a frog as no words exited your lips.

“Are you okay?” asked the air Ashari as she sent you a comforting smile. “Sorry about Grog, he means no harm… most of the time.” Pike had joined in and also sent you a comforting glance.

But she tried to hide the true face she wanted to make at the overall state you were in. They all were trying to not show their pity.

You were dirty and obviously malnourished, a state no one should be in especially someone as young as you. Percy obviously saw himself in you and looked away when you felt his gaze on you. There were some things of the past that still pained him.

“I’m… okay,” you managed to croak out. “I’m sorry about your sandwich,” she turned to Grog and Scanlan. “I’ll pay you back—“ “No it wasn’t your fault. You had every right to eat it. Right Grog?” the bard elbowed the strongest member of the party.

“Oh right! Well since I can’t keep you, I’ll give you some money to eat!..” Grog looked to Percy and the twins in response as they caught on and quickly got out some of the gold they were rewarded. “Right, here’s your half,” Vax tossed him his portion of the bounty. “Mine too, I don’t mind.” Percy quietly added this time actually looking at you and sending an empathetic look to you.

You quietly gasped recognizing that he had also been in your shoes even though in your eyes he hadn’t looked like he had been. In that moment you were trying to figure out why they were helping you when you had done nothing worthy for them.

But your thoughts were cut short when Grog pressed the gold coins in your hand, you looking up to meet his brown eyes.

“I can’t accept this,” the words spilled out of your mouth. “This is yours… you might need it than I do.” you said truthfully.

“But we want you to have it darling. It’s a gift. Please take it.” came the soothing voice of Vex as she assured you.

“Yeah, take it so you can eat… maybe another sandwich,” offered Scanlan with a wink.

“We have to go now but please take care of yourself,” Vax spoke directly at you, your eyes locking to his. He wished they could help you more but they had to worry more on the journey ahead of them with Tal’Dorei at stake.

They could at least do some good along the way.

“Yeah, be safe.” Keyleth sent you another smile before leaving you to join Percy and the half-elven twins. “Who knows we might meet again,” Pike encouraged as she also left to join them.

“Bye my little pet,” Grog patted your head before leaving with Scanlan. They all waved at you before leaving the alleyway as you stood watching them leave.

However, the air around you seemed different as they disappeared from sight.

Something had changed within you.

#tlovm fic #the legend of vox machina #TLoVM #critical role #critical role the legend of vox machina #x reader #tlovm x reader #platonic #the legend of vox machina x reader #Little Slayer #Little Slayer TLoVM Fic #The Legend of Vox Machina #Legend of Vox Machina #Vox Machina #Vox Machina x Reader

[nerves-nebula]

(The fun thing about shitty parents, is you don’t even have to make up prompts :D)

oOo

Donnie is tired. He knows it’s late, but he still tries to sleep.

He’s roused by yelling, an argument brewing like distant thunder.

Donnie is tired but he gets up.

He’s not sure where this energy comes from, this rare, but routine urge to tamp down the flames that Mikey’s fanning.

He stand in the doorway of the kitchen, and he can already tell Mikey’s going to cry; his words are furious and rambling, emotions and thoughts moving too fast for him to keep up with.

He’s teetering on an edge in his frustration

Donnie thinks Splinter can tell, can see the tantrum, and is pushing back, egging his son on as he throws one in turn.

Donnie is tired.

“Do you really expect me to buy food, because you don’t feel like eating what we have?” Splinter says.

“It’s not about what I feel like eating! Half of everything we have is past its expiration date already, and we never get nice food!”

“Expired doesn’t mean inedible, Orange.” Splinter replies easily, rolling his eyes.

Donnie wants to disagree. “That’s t-true.” He says instead, despite how the concept revolts him, “Anything we can’t eat when it goes bad, we do throw out.”

Siding with their dad, would hardly calm his brother down, but it would likely keep the argument from escalating. And Donnie could lay out reason and logic, where Splinter wouldn’t.

Mikey turns to him, vexed, “You never eat it. Because it’s disgusting.” He glares pointedly at their dad.

“We c-c-can’t exactly just get food whenever we want, Mikey. You k-know that.” He reminds gently, hoping Mikey will drop the subject.

“But we can!” He argues, “We could get out food from the Hidden City, or we could ask Draxum-“

“Orange.” Splinter snaps, truly annoyed.

“We have options!”

“We do not need options. It’s not as if you are going hungry.”

“But we do! All the time. Raph’s always hungry, and Donnie just doesn’t eat, whenever he thinks something’s going to make him sick.”

Splinter sends him a scrutinizing look and, that’s hardly Donnie’s only reason, but… “that is- um- sometimes th-the food we keep does-“

“You wouldn’t get sick so much if you didn’t think like that.” Splinter interrupts reproachfully.

Donnie… Donnie truly doesn’t know what to say to that.

He glances over to Raph. He wonders if he can even hear them, in that distant state he looks like he’s in. His eyes stare forward, empty as he washes dishes mechanically. He looks tired.

Donnie’s tired too.

“-And I don’t think it’s a big ask for you to get food we actually like.” Mikey continues.

Donnie agrees, honestly; their dad only ever really got what was convenient, and would last longest.

“If the food we have isn’t good enough for you, then don’t eat.” Splinter says, tone flippant and patronizing. Donnie cringes at the words.

Mikey just screeches, bitter and wet, before he storms off.

Splinter sneers to himself, and begins ranting of childishness. That Mikey is unreasonable. Mikey is ungrateful.

This goes on, and Donnie quietly tries to leave, only for his father’s ire to turn onto him.

“And you, stop getting involved unnecessarily, Purple! Do you think you’re helping by encouraging your brother’s undesirable behavior!” He hisses, and Donnie suddenly feels twice as overwhelmed.

He fumbles, shrugging helplessly, as he can’t quite think up a response, beyond the roiling self-loathing and wordless outrage warring in his head.

Splinter scoffs, looking at Donnie with a contempt he hadn’t directed at his youngest son in a while, and Donnie wishes he had never left his room that afternoon.

Before he leaves, Splinter tells Raph not to make Mikey anything for lunch. Raph doesn’t respond for a moment, then gives a small nod, and Splinter stalks off, telegraphing his annoyance with every step.

Donnie is tired.

With a glance back at Raph, he leaves to return to his room. He realizes he already started crying when Leo rolls his eyes at him as he passes him by.

Donnie doesn’t leave his room for the rest of the day.

hey this reminds me of my dad hahhhhnnn

also, splinter keeps the best/longest lasting food for himself lol

#nnstuff #ask #neglected fic #oh god i forgot to post this im so sorry #teenage mutant neglected turtles #ill get to the abe one later i promise its so good fasdgsadg #child abuse tw #starvation tw #i feel so bad i got these fics on sept 4th ;_;

[shallowseeker]

AU where Dean is Claire’s t-ball coach.

He doesn’t care too much for her parents—they’re fine. Bit boring, but fine.

One day, Jimmy starts acting like an asshole and Dean doesn't know why, but's it's...very vexing. He doesn't know what crawled up his ass and died, but fuckyouverymuch, Jimmy.

---

There's a pattern to it. Whenever Amelia isn't there, Jimmy becomes a bastard. A whole year goes by, and Dean feels a little swimmy around Jimmy sometimes, but he manages to ignore it. It's wildly inappropriate, for one. Awkward as Hell for two.

---

The next year, he stays with the same group of kids. It's coach-pitch and boy, that's a blast. Claire makes it a personal goal to hit Dean with a line drive, the little shit.

Unfortunately, as the kids get older, the parents get crazier. Usually, it's nothing he can't de-escalate.

Until the day of the disaster.

---

They're playing one of those fancy, over-country teams. You know the kind, completely branded from bag to cleat. Matching shoelaces. Parents with "I <3 my shortstop" tee-shirts.

God.

The trouble starts when Sam's the only umpire available. He does it part-time, and usually he never calls Dean's games.

This is why.

Halfway through the game, one of the opposing parents figures out that Sam's Dean's brother, and it all goes downhill from there.

---

Dean's team scrapes a win, but Dean would happily give it up to avoid the whole fiasco--the accusations of cheating.

It gets worse and worse, until one of the parents is spitting in Dean's face after the game, screaming and cussing and making the worst scene Dean's ever been apart of.

Just as Sam is about the step in, it transforms from a bad scene to national news-in-the-making. SOB pulls a gun, and Dean's older brother instincts kick in, stepping in front of Sam's giant body to shield him.

That's when Jimmy comes flying out of the crowd and like a linebacker pummels the crazy parent to the ground, breaking his hold on the gun. Once he has him down, Jimmy clonks him brutally in the forehead, a Glasgow kiss that knocks him out cold.

Dean doesn't usually need help--he'd been a wrestling champ in high school--but hot damn if his ill-advised attraction to Jimmy hasn't come roaring back to life in an instant.

Claire, too brave and not at all aware of the danger, dances around the felled goon, cheering Jimmy on. "Dad," she shrieks, and Dean can't tell if she's happy or upset, "Cas killed the bad guy, Cas killed the bad guy!"

Something about that is confusing.

Cas?

And Dean does a double take as Jimmy's gentler-looking double steps into view, concerned but relieved. Dean blinks, looks between the Jimmy on the ground and the Jimmy standing just a few feet away.

Amelia says, "The cops are on their way. Jesus, I'm glad Cas was here."

Dean cant' help it. He blurts, "Cas?"

And now it's Jimmy's turn to look perplexed. "You've met my brother. He's been bringing Claire to games for two years."

Cas doesn't move from his deadly pin, but he fixes Dean with a steely, x-ray-vision-kinda-look.

"I--I thought he was you this whole time."

Jimmy and Amelia exchange knowing looks, like this is typical behavior for Cas. Jimmy steps forward to swat his brother on the back of the head. "You didn't introduce yourself?"

Cas shrugs.

The man underneath him groans, apparently coming back to life. Only when the cops arrive does Cas ease his grip on him.

When he stands, Dean tries to introduce himself, awkwardly shoving out a hand with a, "Thanks for that. Guess you're Cas then?"

Cas looks at his hand with deep suspicion before taking it and giving it a firm squeeze that goes right to Dean's toes.

How could Dean have missed it? This guy is nothing like Jimmy. He's not even wearing a wedding band.

#i don't write these kinda AUs....but i think of this one often #it's been a VERY long week so i'm day dreaming to high hell rn

[nellie-elizabeth]

The Legend of Vox Machina: The Hope Devourer (2x12)

I don't want to wait for more!!!

Cons:

Okay, to start, didn't really need the second shot of the dragon's innards and asshole. Like, we just saw it in the last episode, not sure what was added by showing it again. I'm not being a prude, it's just not a funny gag to me when we have to belabor the point! We get it, it's gross!

I have two "big" complaints here, and by "big" I mean that I absolutely adored this episode so, so, much and will be giving it high marks but these were just two things that kind of made me go "huh".

First, I wish Umbrasyl had looked more beat up before the killing blow. The Herd of Storms, all the buildup, the trap building, Vax and Scanlan going inside the dragon, and then none of it matters because Umbrasyl heals himself immediately in the cave and seems to be relatively unfazed by all of their attacks up until Scanlan takes the killing blow. I think this would have been an easy fix. Instead of having Umbrasyl fully heal to show off to Ripley, show him healing his cuts a bit, but there's still some wound visible. During the fight in the cave, I noted that Umbrasyl didn't use his acid breath as much. Maybe that was meant to be the evidence that he was in some way affected by the earlier encounter, but I could have used a verbal call-out. Maybe someone notices that it's taking him longer to build up to more of an acid blast, so they're all trying to attack in those windows of time. Or something. My point here is that it feels weird for all of the help they were able to get from Grog's herd to amount to absolutely zero gain. I like the idea of Vox Machina being hugely outmatched by Umbrasyl, obviously, but still. The way it played out made it seem like Scanlan one-shotted that dragon. That because he stabbed him in the eye with a Vestige, that was game over all on its own. But then it kind of feels like if Grog had punched him in the eye with his vestige, or Vex had shot him with her vestige, that could have ended it too, you know? I didn't sense the cumulative damage weighing on Umbrasyl until Scanlan's final brave attack finished him off, and that's the way I would have preferred to feel.

The other complaint isn't even so much a complaint as just an observation that I don't really know what to do with... it occurs to me that season one of this show ended with Vox Machina getting praise from a state leader, and then a big uh-oh as we learn that dragons are coming. Season two of this show ends with Vox Machina getting praise from a state leader, and then a big uh-oh as we learn there's a dragon in the room with us, and some more baby dragons on the way. It's not a problem, so much as it feels like the final episode of both seasons had very structurally similar final scenes, and that can make the story feel cyclical, instead of like an escalation. Season one had four full-grown dragons flying directly at Emon. And I know those dragons have wreaked serious havoc on Emon and Westruun and Pyrah and beyond, but this final button kind of just reiterates the threat we've already established: these dragons are super bad and things might get worse.

Pros:

But whatever. Who cares about any of that, this was awesome!!!

In contrast to it feeling like Umbrasyl could have kept fighting indefinitely, it was cool to see our group of heroes in the most dire straits yet. Grog and several of the others with physical injuries they can't shake, Pike and Keyleth both so exhausted in their magic that their spells are taking more and more effort, and the results are more and more feeble. Vax half-conscious for half the fight, for fuck's sake. They really were at the end of the line before Scanlan pulled off his last trick and saved the day. Grog's injuries from his fall were severe, and while Pike was able to get him almost back to fighting shape, his leg was out of commission for the rest of the fight, which I thought was a cool way to put limitations on him here. It was an unspoken contrast to his physical weakness from earlier, which he couldn't handle, whereas now he fights through it, since he's learned his lesson about where to find his strength.

Jumping back, we start the episode with Scanlan dreaming of an imagined future where he's telling stories to his grandkids about his heroic exploits. The portrait of Vox Machina made me tear up a little. Vax with the silly mustache, still in the armor... I'm not going to be okay when this show ends, holy shit. And I liked Vax's panic trying to wake him up from the dream, too. These two got such good moments in the last two episodes, I love seeing this pair get attention. I'm always praising the way this show finds moments for the background relationships to flourish.

And then we get Vax's wing moment! I very much adore the scene with Gilmore in the original stream, but come on: in the same way that Grog learning his strength comes from his friends was moved to a pivotal climactic action sequence, having Vax discover his wings here, as he's plummeting to his death along with Scanlan, was pitch fucking perfect. It looked visually stunning, and everybody's reactions were amazing too. Scanlan says he's in love with Vax (relatable), Keyleth tells him he's beautiful (relatable), and Vex gets annoyed that she's stuck with a broom while her brother gets actual WINGS. I love all of them so, so much.

Vax seems to really have embraced his new mantle now, talking to the group about fate, the way they've all been led here. He brings up all the people in their lives who have been involved in this hunt for the vestiges: his and Vex's family, Keyleth's people, Grog's herd... and how none of that was happening by chance. It was all leading here, to this. They're supposed to be here. Scanlan can't accept that, but Vax is ready to, come what may.

On the romance front, we get the following developments: Keyleth chickens out of saying something to Vax as he goes in to scope out Umbrasyl's lair. It's a sweet moment, as Vax gives her a soft little smile and seems to be a little less withdrawn than he has been for most of the season. We also get Percy and Vex having so many cool moments in battle where they heroically save each other from danger and call out each other's names in fear when the other one is in peril... I eat that shit up every time, you know I do.

And SCANLAN AND PIKE coming in with the steal... after Scanlan's big heroic moment where he realizes he needs to step up and take what belongs to him, and save his friends in the process, Vox Machina finds him on the ground, apparently dead. Pike cries over him and gives him a kiss, and then Scanlan wakes up... I loved that Pike was annoyed for half a second and then just gives the BIGGEST smile and pulls him into a hug. Y'all, I can't believe the glow-up of this ship for me. I liked the concept fine in the stream, but here I'm just so freakin' obsessed with it. Truly excellent stuff. Also, Scanlan, hold onto this moment, buddy. Did you see how relieved everyone was that you were okay? They love you, Scanlan. They're your family. (I had to have this pointed out to me, but that key that Scanlan gets in the dragon's hoard is totally for the Magnificent Mansion, isn't it??)

As always I find it hard to talk about what's cool in the combat, but I remain consistently impressed by the little character moments that are interwoven throughout the action. Vex catching Vax as he falls dangerously close to the pit of acid, the shot of Percy and Vax holding each other up as Percy takes a shot, clearly weakened, Pike and Grog coming in for the surprise attack after the rest of them had already been worn down, Keyleth using vines to pull Grog out of danger when it's clear none of them are making a serious dent in Umbrasyl's health... I love all these small moments and my attention is always riveted to the screen to catch every single one.

And another Scanlan and Vax moment to round things out, as Scanlan says he doesn't believe in all that fate stuff, but Vax does. And he believes in Vax. Why is that the cutest, sweetest thing I've ever heard???

Despite my complaint above about the structural similarity between this ending and the one for season one, I did enjoy the last scene a lot. I love watching Cassandra in her element. I was wondering when Raishan was going to make her appearance, and the idea of making it Keeper Yennen who serves as the disguise works so well! Surprising for fans of the stream, even though we knew something like this must be coming! I of course loved Vax calling out "Shaun!" and catching him as he slumps to the table, and all of Vox Machina calling out in alarm as their friends fall unconscious around them. This is a show that never fails to emphasize the care and love that these characters have for each other and the people around them.

I think it's what elevates it for me above everything else, honestly. I've watched plenty of shows where there was a ton of action and violence and chaos, where it would be a big deal, a very special moment, when we actually got to see any two given characters share a moment of affection or connection. In this show, as with the stream, it's constant that we see moments of them checking in with each other, reaffirming their care and support. And I for one can't wait to see how that all continues, knowing the plot points we'll be facing in future.

9/10

#review #tlovm #tlovm review #critical role #the legend of vox machina

[sleepyjaneart]

Just realized that it’s pretty late, but here are some sketches I just did of VM. Just to see if I still remembered their design while keeping the lines quick and simple.

#critical role #vox machina #vex'ahlia #vax'ildan #percy de rolo #pike trickfoot #keyleth #scanlan #grog strongjaw #myart #2022 #obviously scanlan was drawn in seconds #I can draw this gremlin with my eyes closed #I don’t remember the last time I drew keyleth or grog #started with vex and it just escalated from there

[wolken-himmel]

In which Azul and (Y/n) have to sit through detention after a fight of theirs escalated.

Maybe that will get them to overcome their hatred for each other and actually see how much similarities they share.

Request by anon.

"Meow! Meow."

"Oh, Lucius," Azul retorted with a large grin on his lips and a small chuckle escaping his lips. The cat mainly ignored him, mostly napping away the desk after whatever he had said to the Octavinelle student. Nonetheless, Azul was quite happy anyway since he excelled in Animal Language. Still grinning from ear to ear, he turned to you, who sat just a few desk away from him. "You flatter me, Lucius."

You furrowed your eyebrows and silently rose from your seat to saunter over to your rival. The other students grew quiet and excited, about to witness another fight between the two top students of the class. A smug grin decorating your lips, you put your elbows onto Azul's desk and looked him dead in the eyes. "Tsk, I don't think he said that," you mumbled under your breath while mindlessly running your hand through the cat's soft fur. "Did he not say: Azul, your hair looks like curly spaghetti today?"

Your classmates began to snicker at your snide remark, and soon, everyone aside from Azul himself was laughing and whispering to each other. The merman's hands were shaking, and his face was pulled into a deep grimace. He opened his mouth and was about to throw something equally as witty back but was stopped when you snatched up Lucius from his desk and walked away.

"Hey!" Azul hissed while grabbing onto Lucius' hind legs. "Give me back Lucius, you idiot!"

You rolled your eyes as you held onto Lucius' front legs, equally as relentless as your rival was. The cat let out vexed mewls and hisses with how mercilessly you two pulled at his limbs. Yet, Azul and you were so busy bickering with one another that you ignored his complaints.

"It's my turn to talk with Lucius!" you yelled angrily.

Azul quirked an eyebrow and rolled his eyes, very much annoyed by your childishness. "I'm way better at Animal Language than you are!" he retorted in a haughty and proud way that made your heart flutter in a strange way.

"Oh really?" You quirked an eyebrow after having snapped out of your trance. "What grade did Professor Trein give you for this semester?"

Azul was grinning from ear to ear. "An A!"

"Well," you drawled victoriously, "he gave me an A+! Eat that—"

Your little squabble was soon interrupted by a stern and enraged voice cutting through your arguing. "Ashengrotto and (L/n)!" The two of you froze upon realising that it was Trein who was standing next to you, frowning in such an angry and intimidating way that the other students shrank into their seats and averted their curious gazes. The professor had his hands on his hips. "What are you doing to my poor cat?"

Azul and you were both at a loss for words at having been caught red-handed. "Professor Trein—!"

Trein ignored your foolish stuttering and excuses, merely swiping Lucius out of your hands before the cat's spine could be stretched out any further. Lucius immediately calmed down upon being in his owner's arms, and his whines died down when Trein ran his hand over his head. The professor's icy glare remained on Azul and you. "That is not how you treat a cat..." he hissed under his breath before briskly turning around and walking away. "Detention, both of you."

The two of you gasped in horror. "But—"

The way Trein had raised his hand made you shut up immediately in fear that he would punish you even more. Slowly, the other students went back to whatever they were doing beforehand, and soon, the classroom was filled with idle chatter again that made the tension loose up.

You turned to Azul and crossed your arms in a frustrated way. "Great job, Ashengrotto..."

"You started it!" Azul narrowed his eyes at the way you pushed all the blame on him, but couldn't complain to you any further when you simply snapped around and gracefully walked back to your own desk. The dorm leader sighed and buried his face in his hands. "By the Great Seven, you're so annoying..." he whispered to himself, exasperated, "...and so pretty."

•••

"Oho, Ashengrotto and (L/n)— I did not expect to see you sitting here!" Vargas exclaimed as he stepped through the door leading to the classroom in which detention was currently taking place. Confusion was written all over his face, and it looked like he was questioning if he had walked into the wrong room. "Aren't you two like... top students?"

You shot Azul an angry glare that he returned. "Eh, things happen..."

Vargas merely shrugged and pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of the pocket of his training jacket. "Well, it doesn't matter anyway!" Laughing loudly, he slammed the paper sheet onto the teacher's desk and then threw his arms into the air. "I have an amazing workout planned out—"

Azul's eyes grew in horror. "No! Please no—"

Before Vargas could scold him for his unwillingness to work out, the speakers attached to the ceilings of the classroom yelled out, "Ashton Vargas, to the marvellous and amazing headmaster's office, please!"

Vargas sighed and rolled his eyes again. "What does Dire need of me now..." Nonetheless, he made his way to the door again without much more complaining. Before he slammed the door shut behind him, he shot the two of you a large smile. "Anyway, you two, I'll be back soon! You can start getting warmed up already."

Azul and you waited until his loud footsteps had faded from your earshot before you exhaled in relief and let your shoulders sag forward.

"I absolutely hate sports," you muttered under your breath.

Azul nodded in such an energetic way that he almost reminded you of an adorable puppy — wait, adorable? When did you start thinking that your enemy was adorable...

"Agreed. It's the worst class out of all of them... especially because of Coach Vargas..." Azul remarked and put his elbows onto his desk to rest his chin in his palms. For a moment, strangely comfortable silence occupied the classroom empty of people with the exception of you two. The peaceful quiet was interrupted by Azul's amused chuckling as he turned to you. "But to think that the two of us agree on something... what a strange thought."

The corners of your lips quirked up into a grin. "Maybe you're not as bad as I thought, Ashengrotto," you mumbled, growing amused when he began fidgeting around in surprise. "I hate to admit it, but you seem quite busy with your establishment. Handling the Mostro Lounge doesn't sound easy at all."

"Oh?" He soon had regained his composure again, and his voice was smooth and honeyed as when he was trying to rope people into signing contracts. "Am I dreaming or are you complimenting me?"

His words caused a small chortle to escape your lips, one that made him grow proud at his success. "You're quite charming, too," you said after a while of looking him up and down. "But your charm doesn't work on me."

Azul shrugged playfully. "How unfortunate... I was planning to make you sign a contract."

"And your sense of humour isn't too horrible either," you added with your lips contorted into a grin now. "You know, you're not that bad."

Azul could feel his heart skip a beat at the strange feeling of receiving compliments instead of insults from his otherwise so merciless rival — but he had to admit that this was a welcome change from the usual. Humoured by the way you had changed your opinion towards him so suddenly, he cooed, "What a strange turn of events, my dear."

Yet, you raised your finger and soon wagged it in front of his eyes like a reprimanding mother. "That doesn't mean I'll go easy on you when it comes to grades and classes, though!" you exclaimed with a giant grin on your lips. "A friendly rivalry makes for quite the exciting thing, after all."

The tension between you was almost tangible, and there was a certain attraction that drew the two of you closer to each other.

Azul returned your grin. "Then may the better one win, darling."

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst x you #disney twisted wonderland #reader insert #y/n #disney twst #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst azul #twst azul ashengrotto #twst azul x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland azul #gender neutral reader

[kaiqarker]

the watchtower’s lighthouse | stan vogel

pairing: stan vogel x reader

warnings: smut, swearing

summary: months after a disasterous first date with stan vogel, your paths cross once more when you’re lost within the depths of kern canyon national park during a thunderstorm and stan happens to have inherited a shift patrolling from the watchtower.

a/n: back from the dead because of this man. hope y’all enjoy :)

THE SKY EMULATED STAN VOGEL'S morals, consisting of gray unpredictability. If he was within the familiar walls of his assigned cabin, located along the grounds of Kern Canyon National Park, it would be an indication he wouldn't have to do much patrolling. Campers usually stayed put if there was rainfall, sticking to their own site and not off doing God knows what to the land Stan takes pride in preserving. Cascading a thick husk of superiority and knowledge was his favorite thing about the job, which is why he was disappointed he was stuck maintaining the watchtower for tonight.

The surveillance for the watchtower was run by a tight knit schedule of volunteers and the occasional firefighter that needed a change of scenery for a couple days. Needless to say with all the strange occurrences and sightings, there have been less and less people willing to take on the task. And now the duty was bestowed upon the park ranger— at least for tonight. He swore to himself that at sunrise he would be out of there and back to being the persistent, vexing gum stuck to the bottom of everyone's shoe.

Stan now sat in a wobbly chair, feet propped up on the desk and his trusty binoculars in hand. His surroundings were darkening, quicker than they would at his cabin because of the parade of trees towering over the area. He could mostly only see shadows and the outlines of the forest. His paranoia kept him on the lookout, knowing all too well what kind of perilous entities the park harbored, dark secrets he was trusted in keeping.

It was why his body jolted and he nearly fell out of his seat at a sign of movement. His hands itched to drop the binoculars and reunite with the shotgun propped up in the corner. His burst of anxiety was halted, however, once the lenses revealed a person. A wandering, soaked person clearly becoming victim to the thunderstorm that had been periodically easing and worsening for the past two hours.

Stan stood, walking over to the window with his binoculars hanging from the strap around his neck. He easily pried it open and stuck out his head. The drizzle of rain didn't reach him because of the roof stretching out along the perimeter of the watchtower, but he still felt the dip in the temperature. He estimated that it had dropped at least fifteen degrees since the start of the storm, the disappearance of the sun only escalating the drafty change.

He was about to shout down at what is most certainly a woman who had strayed too far from her campsite but then she twisted around, finally noticing the light emitting from up above. Recognization crumbles both of their attentive expressions. She becomes more than a drenched, carmine tank top, huddled body, and ropes of wet hair. He transforms into the exact opposite of a saving grace when his beige uniform and ironically angelic face are perceived.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is. Stalking your ex, eh?" Stan called down to her. The pattern of swift and drawned out words, swirled into a provoking and often mocking Australian accent, reached her ears over the light patter of rainfall.

She sighed, dramatically enough for Stan to see the rise and fall of her diaphragm. She considered turning around and braving the unknown of the wilderness again. If it wasn't for her sore feet and her prediction that she would develop some sort of hyperthermia if she stayed out in the cold, then she would've already been on her way.

"We went out on one date. You don't count as an ex," she clarified, craning her neck up at him. His smirk from knowing she was in a miserable condition and that he was the only one that could do anything about it ignited the first sense of heat she had felt in awhile. Her fists clenched against her crossed arms. "And you're the one with the pervy binoculars. On the prowel for half-naked campers, are you?"

He scoffed, winding his head to the side for a moment. "Enough with the bullshit. Are you coming up or not?"

In any other situation, he probably would've dragged their reunion out, teased her for being so helpless and naive. But she was shivering and looked so small curling into herself; it was a sight that played his heartstrings like a mystical harp. Even after a date gone wrong and the resentment that followed, he couldn't bare to see her like this.

She, on the other hand, still clung to some hesitation. Cozying up in a small, confined space with Stan where there were no other people around to ground her into the realms of sanity wasn't a compelling option. The both of them simply didn't get along. The nightmare of their date was very vivid in her mind, too, and she didn't want tonight to be a repeat of that.

Almost like nature could sense her doubts, thunder crackled and reverberated around the forest. Lightning flashed, incandescent and forbiding. The rain intensified, hitting her bare skin with a harsh force. Muddy shoes stumble forward a few steps but still don't gravitate towards the ladder.

"Better move your ass, sweetheart! Unless you'd prefer to get struck by lightning? Not to mention all the dangerous things lurking around that you haven't the slightest idea about."

Undeniable complacency was weaved into his taunt. However, it did get her moving. If she would've bothered to look up or if there wasn't such vast distance between them from their differing heights, she might've seen the concern nestled into glimmering, cobalt eyes.

Suffering through a climb where her wobbly legs and white knuckles were put the use, she eventually made it to top. Stan already had the latch swung open, bent down in the center of the room and waiting for her with an outstretched arm. Reluctantly, she took his offered hand and allowed him to pull her inside the watchtower.

"Crickey, you're freezing," he murmured. There was a softness to his features and the low timber of his voice. He'd even began rubbing over her fingers with his own, attempting to summon some warmth back into him, before he realized what he was doing and backed away.

"That's what happens when you get lost and separated from your friends and then get caught up in a storm," she summed up, monotonous.

"Your friends are idiots," Stan muttered.

She was about to deter the insults back his way until she suddenly felt a subtle weight on her shoulders. The scent combination of spearmint gum and lingering campfire smoke was sensed with a mere sniffle, and soon her hands were reaching up to pull on the sage green trim of his coat.

"You don't even know them," she settled for saying.

"They let you get lost, didn't they?" Stan's eyes found her wide ones, squinting slightly in familiar anger, but she could tell—this time at least—it wasn't directed towards her. "Yeah, bunch of mates, they are."

It was her turn to break the intimacy blossoming between them. She disconnects their stare that was inevitably going to convey all the unspoken feelings that still flourished inside of her to spare a glance over his shoulder. The furnace filled with a burning stack of dry wood lures her away from Stan, and she kneels down in front of it.

His hands go to his belt, elbows bent outward like he was posing as a chicken. He was unsettled by how consumed he was by his emotions. He wanted to give her space but then he finds himself reaching for her. He wanted to remain civil but the distaste in her tone and her infuriating, unreasonable glare casted towards him causes him to delve into his own hostile urges. The confusion of what to do and how to deal with her presence was boardering on insufferable.

But facing her, watching her beneath the firelight, the strain of his internal compass ebbed. He was no longer directionless or purposeless. The orange glare enducing a riveting shine to her hair and her tranquil countenance she upheld gazing into the flames had him feeling certain in just about every single thing that made the universe, the universe.

"You're staring," she whispers, a tremble in her reply she blames on recovering from the weather.

"And you won't even look over at me for a second." His observation coaxes her into peering at him, finding that he enclosed the distance between them by a few steps. A playful smile twitches across his lips. "What? Don't like a man in uniform?"

"I wouldn't be bragging about your outfit, Stan. You're a glorified Boy Scout," she remarks, rising from her position on her knees. Her thumb and pointer finger pinch the small, golden slate pinned to his shirt. "Even have badges and everything,"

"Get your grubby little hands away from my name tag. You're gonna smudge it," he grumbles, smacking her hand away; she lets out a humorless, short-lived laugh at his overreaction.

"Still an uptight asshole, I see."

"Still a mouthy brat, then?"

His retort makes her face harden. "Being honest doesn't make me a mouthy brat."

"Just inconsiderate?"

"You're preaching to me about being inconsiderate? You live off of ridiculing people. On our date, you insulted and humiliated our waiter because he didn't know the exact species of deer mounted to the wall."

"I was just taking a moment to educate him!"

"You called him a fumbling idiot who didn't know the basic fundamentals of biology!"

"Oh, like you were any better! Shoving your tits into the bartender's face to get free drinks!" He throws his hands up, easily overtaken by frustration and unresolved jealously.

"I know how much you make, Stan. You should be thanking me for that," she says slowly, deliberately, bringing up the one thing she knows will push him over the edge. He takes the bait, but she doesn't expect what he throws back at her.

"You're right. Thank you, sweetheart, for acting like such a slut on our first date that all anyone had to do for dessert was crouch down between your open legs."

Her mouth dropped at his statement. His exasperation dissolves to shock at processing his own harsh comment. He isn't able to focus on it for long, though, because she properly acts by allowing her palm to connect to his cheek.

Head snapped to the side, he can begin to taste a droplet of blood on his tongue, emitting from where his incisor pinched his bottom lip. He licks over the minor wound thoughtfully, heaving out a breath of false amusement. When he looks at her again, his face is dark and full of cruel intentions of revenge.

Stan surges forward and doesn't stop until her body crashes against the wall like she was just a bag of dismantled bones. His coat falls from her shoulders and slumps against the hardwood floor during the journey. His towering height and weight pin her in place, leaving her at the mercy of splayed hands and the relentless motions of his mouth against hers.

The awakening, leftover flavor of gum he must've chewed eariler just sinks in when he bites down hard on her lip. A whimper, the first sound she makes besides the ejection of a surprised gasp, is forced out her from the harsh gesture. A metallic taste replaces the one prior, one eager swipe of his tongue rolling past her parted lips.

The instinct to shoot her hands up and enmesh them in the soft, chestnut strands of his cropped hair is interrupted by an action of his own. He eases the intensity of the kiss, allowing her to breathe through languid, desperate puckers she reciprocates, but his fingers hook around both her bra and tank top straps, yanking them down her arms. She lifts herself out of them only to have him grasp the collar of her shirt and pull it down, her bra in tow, until they were just bundled material around her midriff.

Calloused hands fondled her breasts while his mouth diverts to her neck, sucking and nipping until her skin resembled the colorful patches of a quilt. She throws her head back against the wall, leaning into his touch and letting out the most delicate moans that had all of his blood gushing to the apex of his legs; she felt proof of it when he rutted himself against her.

Her forearms are squeezed between their bodies so she can reach the buttons of his shirt, manicured fingers working hastily and with not as much care she knew Stan would've liked, but he seemed to be too preoccupied by kissing her all over. Soon her hands were tugging up the white t-shirt he always wore underneath his uniform, and he helped her out by shifting it over his head and discarding it to the growing pile of clothes.

His chest was warm and inviting compared to hers. Her skin felt like cool marble underneath his fingertips, keeping her nipples pebbled and sweat from the heated exchange at bay. It was quite a contrast as their bodies continued to press together, her hands sliding along the expanse of his taut back while he concentrated on undoing her shorts.

"All mine," he mumbled against her jaw; it was certainly hard to disagree with him and all his handsy clutches and kisses that left her craving more.

"All yours," she confirmed softly.

The words barely left her mouth before she felt the heart-jolting sensation that was his hand sliding past her unzipped shorts and underwear. His fingers ran up and down down her folds, taking his time, ever the explorer. He often grazed her clit, encouraging her hips to arch into him for more direct contact, but he was careful to only give her a slight, fleeting amount.

"Stan." His name parted from her in a low whine—somewhat shamefully because she never thought she'd be in this circumstance, begging a hardass park ranger with a major superiority complex for a release.

"So wet for me. Awful naughty of you to get this soaked from one arguement with me, don't you think?"

She nuzzled her face into the side of his, nose brushing along his chiseled cheekbone. "Please."

"Aw, look at you. So sweet. You'd never think that you live to slander me."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I am nothing but nice to you."

"Oh?" He inserts his middle finger into her, curling it precisely, while the heel of his hand grinds against her clit with every deliberate pump.

"Yes," she gasps.

Shallow pants gradually rack through her torso, and the ache of his throbbing cock becomes unbearable at the sight of her defenseless against his advances. He adds another finger, the grip and warmth of her slick walls causing him to shudder in anticipation.

"Such a little liar," he groans out after a particularly provocative contraction around his digits, one that rids him of whatever patience he had left.

He abruptly removes his hand from her shorts, something that makes her closed eyes flicker open. Her mouth immediately morphs into a pout and she squeezes his biceps in protest.

She isn't left waiting for long, hands on her hips guiding her away from the wall until the underside of her knees hit the edge of a cot. His mouth parts from hers once more, a sweet dragging of overlapped lips exchanged during the slow steps, so he can pull back the blanket. She looks over her shoulder at the neatly presented cot, which Stan must've brought with him along with his own fitted bedspread. She was now appreciative that he always came prepared.

Without having to be told, she crawled underneath the covers after ridding herself of the remainder of her clothing. Stan did the same once she was settled, becoming the final layer that draped over her body. The blanket and the crisp white of a top sheet stopped at the dimples of his back, and she was trapped in warmth, intensified by the glorious weight of his bare body on hers. Arms on either side of her head latch the cage as he leans down for another kiss.

"Don't mistake me keeping you warm as forgiveness. I'm still very mad at you. You drive me crazy," he sighs against her jaw, his eyelashes fluttering against the apple of her cheek.

"Don't mistake me moaning for you as an apology. You don't deserve one." Her strokes at the nape of his neck never faltered. Her thighs spread, legs winding around his, desperate for him to do something with his cock that laid twitching and swollen on her navel. "Well, you might if you fuck me hard enough."

"Shut up already."

Long fingers brick over her parted mouth in time with the repositioning of his hips, muffling the cries of consumption that came from him sinking inside of her. Eyes roll to the back of her head, almost completely sated by just the feeling of being filled. The head of his shaft glided against her most sensitive spot like a brush of shoulders, and her thighs tightening around his waist was her turning around, ready to chase shattering gratification.

Although slow, his thrusts into her were brutal. They held onto to each other like you would to ropes of a ruinous bridge connecting two cliffs, like they would be faced with a plummeting death if they were to let go. And yet, they were fighting along the wobbly planks, the semicircles of hip bones clashing together like medieval swords. It was all extremes, but neither of them would have it any other way.

He was making the most beautiful sounds above her. Through his ruthless motions, were breathy moans and whines of her name, the occasional praise intertwined into his enticing responses. Eventually, he allowed his hand to stop sealing her lips, sliding it down to clutch the flesh of her thigh with the promise of bruises. Her soft pleas and moans of euphoria joined his to create a symphony worthy of a ballet orchestra.

Strings of saliva conntected rouge lips to the marked skin of his neck, where she continued to suckle and playfully nip. The roll of their bodies picked up speed, both becoming impatient by the delicious ache they kept provoking, daring one another to spasm out of control. They craved for their muscles to become a tightrope and for the most intimate parts of them to pulsate from the finality of release.

"You've never looked prettier than you do right now. Your cunt squeezing me so tight, your mouth only able to form breathless whispers... completely wrecked. I love it."

"Please," she cannot help but beg, flickering eyes undecided on whether to shut her continue their hazy, half-lidded stare into his own.

"You want to come?" The inward pull of his eyebrows and the slight curl of his parted mouth way as well have been a mocking pout. "I know you do. I shouldn't even let you, though. You've been intolerable. I should just come all over your writhing body and leave you here without any satisfaction. Even if you were to finish yourself off, it wouldn't be enough. It would only feel subpar, and you know that, don't you?" His breath fans her face like the furnace had moments ago, and she can only whimper in reply. "Only I can sate you, sweetheart."

Her hands, whose nails had already inflicted damage to the freckled canvas of his back, sweep over his shoulders to cup his jaw. Her thumb strokes his jawline while the other ventures down the column of his throat, feeling the bob of his adam's apple with every constristing swallow he took. She could tell he was close, too, and decided to nod her head gently in agreement to his words, to wave her white flag.

Her surrender is reassured by fingertips dragging down her torso to her enlarged clit, granting bone-vanishing swipes that causes stuttered gasps and limbs going slack. It only takes a few seconds of coaxing rubbing for her release to erupt, the molten lava bursting from the pit of her stomach to electrify just about every nerve in her body. Her encompassing walls clutch around him so tightly that it summons a delirious climax from him.

His strenuous pace wavers, his hold on the cot becoming prudent, as if it was a buoy keeping him afloat through the thrashing waves of pleasure. White, sticky ribbons coat the inside of her thighs, and it's only when his heartbeat ebbs from his eardrums that he cracks his eyes open and collaspes into the small remaining space between her and the wall.

Stan speaks after catching his breath, remaining pants interwoven into his declaration. "This should've happened sooner."

"It would've if you weren't such a prick," she noted, sparing him a quick glance.

"Okay, maybe... I wasn't on my best behavior. But I was nervous. I liked you a lot. I wanted to impress you."

"And you thought bragging about how you're a know-it-all when it comes to plants and wildlife and the park's terrain was going to the trick?"She questioned, snorting at his logic. His nose twitch, an indicator of embarrassment, and she grabs his arm and tucks herself into his side. "You're such a dork."

He smiled at the gesture before she continued, "I'm sorry that I flirted with the bartender. I didn't mean to make you feel like you were second best or anything. Honest to God, I just wanted free stuff."

"Well, the cream puffs you got out of it were actually delicious," Stan admitted, tilting his head in her direction.

She smiled back at him. "I know, right?"

Stan may not be a prime example of a good guy but he had always took glory in being good at his job. That's what kept him going, that's what fueled him all these years. Now, he was considering what life entailed outside of that. Outside of the stressful responsibilities and government conspiracies and the never-ending studious tendencies. She came to him for refuge tonight, but, the truth is, he had been relying on her for a long time. To fascinate him, to stand up to him, to guide him back to where he belonged.

He felt like he was finally pursuing something that was more important than his duties here, than anything else he's ever experienced. He was an off-bound ship, cruising blind into the dead of the night, and she was a lighthouse, promising purpose and salvation from every bad thing that ever tried to sink him.

// idk who to tag but i think @sojournmichael @fckinsupreme & @instinctsxbaby might be interested (you’re all so talented)!

#ahs #cody fern #american horror story #american horror stories #stan vogel #stan vogel smut #cody fern smut #xavier plympton smut #ahs stories #stan vogel x reader

[goodfish-bowl]

Ectober Day 5: Fairy Circle

Prequel to Lost in the Wood

AO3 link (will be updated)

Summary: Flynn should’ve known better than to go into the woods by himself.

Words: 1596

Content warnings: child abduction, manipulation

Notes: this is the first, and Lost in the Wood is technically the last, but there will be more in between, the order your read them in is irrelevant.

Flynn’s parents were fighting again. It was his birthday, they could at least wait until the next day. Papa was trying to teach him how to shoot a gun, which Mom had known he had brought. That’s what the argument was about this time. Flynn didn’t think he really needed to know how to shoot a shotgun. He knew how to get away from a bear and make a variety of traps, why would he need a gun?

The yelling escalated and Flynn decided an enclosed tent was not the place to be. He took a deep breath, bitter that his parents would fight on his birthday. He loved the woods, it had a quiet that didn’t exist in their cabin back in Spitoon. He loved his home and his parents, he just wished they’d get along more.

Flynn had an idea, then, and took a glance behind him. He wasn’t allowed to go into the woods alone. It was the chief rule, one of the few things his parents did agree on absolutely. Flynn grabbed his bag, shoved it full of the most basic gear, and took off running.

The woods consumed him in seconds. Another thing he loved. He instantly found the place in the woods where the trees were as thick around as the tool shed, and the light became dim, high canopy preventing it from touching the ground more than just enough to see through green lenses.

Flynn slowed down and took a glance behind him, the deer tail barely visible among the remaining brush. He couldn’t hear his parents anymore, and the forest was much too silent. He felt desperately alone. Flynn took a deep breath and calmed down, trying to keep from crying. He would never get his parents to work together to find him if he couldn’t at least wait for them to notice he was gone. (They’d notice right? They would come for him?) He made himself a comfortable spot and pulled out a protein bar to munch on. Now all he had to do is wait.

Flynn waited, and then waited some more. He was really patient, he knew he was, and he knew he had waited a long time by now. The sun was getting ready to set soon. Something sad and lonely settled in a corner of his mind. Where were Mom and Papa? We’re they looking for him? He knew that he hadn’t wondered to far by himself, he should be able to hear them from camp if they were calling for him.

Flynn held as still and quiet as he physically could, but he heard nothing, not even the sounds of the woods he had grown to love. Suddenly uncomfortable at the lack of sound outside of his own person, Flynn decided to go back to camp. He didn't want to be out here at night. He pulled a flashlight from his bag and clicked the button. The light flickered pathetically for a second before going out, leaving him in the coming darkness.

As fast as he safely could, Flynn went back towards camp. The woods didn’t go back to the familiar sight of the campground, but remained old and silent, judging him for his actions. Tears built up behind his eyes, but Papa said boys didn’t cry, so he shouldn’t. But Flynn couldn’t help it, and the tears flowed freely.

“Mom! Papa!” He called out, fear and desperation saturating his voice. He cried out again and again, but the woods gave him nothing in return.

Finally, the brink of darkness fell, and Flynn lost the ability to see.

“Poor thing. Did your parents leave you?”

Flynn froze and whiled around, yelping in fear as his heart sputtered in his chest. He hadn’t even heard someone approach.

And she was standing far too close, only a couple feet away, a strange green lantern illuminating her and the area around her. Flynn whimpered, scared, silently chiding himself for acting like a baby. He wasn’t scared! She just surprised him. Yeah, that’s all. The dark, silent woods, with surprise ladies had nothing on him. He built up his courage to reply.

“My parents didn’t leave me!” He shouted defensively, “I ran away.”

He couldn’t see her features under the black veil she was wearing, which he thought was weird. It was nowhere near Halloween. Even stranger, she started to sniffle and cry, like she was the one lost.

“Oh, oh, so sad. You must be so brave to run away from your parents! Tell me, little one, why did you run?” She asked, her voice quivering from her tears.

Flynn gulped, this lady gave him the creeps. “I wanted them to make them stop fighting on my birthday,” he answered truthfully.

She stood there for a moment, before wailing in anguish. It echoed in the forest much more than it should, “So brave, so selfless, so, so, so sad,” She cried out, “How old did you turn today?” She asked between another sniffle.

“Twelve.”

She was too close all too fast. He didn’t see her move, but now her face was leaned into his, and he could see her stange, bloodshot and crimson eyes underneath her pitch veil.

“Would you like to play a game with me? When we’re done I can take you back to your parents.” She asked, her voice and tone suddenly different.

When he tried to back up, her hand snapped to his wrist, ice cold and pale fingers digging into his wrist. He began to struggle, pulling desperately on her wrist and hand to release him.

“Stop! You’re hurting me.” Flynn wailed, throwing all his wait into him release. She didn’t as much as budge.

After a heavy second, her fingers cracked off of his wrist like old hinges. He cradled his wrist, aware that he would have bruises by tomorrow.

“Will you play?” She asked, her tone so monotone she could’be been a robot.

“No! I want to go back to my parents!” He demanded. She didn’t react.

“I will take you back to your parents after we play, I promise,” she swore, placing a hand onto her chest.

“No! You’re creepy and you hurt me! I don’t want to lpay with you!”

Apparently, she didn’t like that answer. She reeled back, and clutched and tugged at her veil. He could still see her eyes under her veil, and the green light of the lantern seemed to intensify.

“Then you won’t leave this forest.”

The light of the lantern snuffed out, abandoning him in the dark. He cried out, frightened or the pitch blackness and silence that had engulfed him.

“Please! Don’t leave me! I’ll play! I’ll play! Just don’t leave me here!” Flynn wailed.

The lantern light returned, this time several paces behind him. He could see her smile under the veil.

“Thank you so much. I’ve been so lonely,” she thanked him, and beckoned him closer.

Hesitantly, he took a few steps forward, but easily out of reach still.

“So, what are we playing?” Flynn asked, genuinely curious.

“I love to play castle. I’ll be the Lady, and you can be my lovely little knight!” He exclaimed in glee, before pausing, “I don’t know your name yet, little knight. Tell me so I may knight you as your Lady and Queen.”

Realizing the game had already begun, Flynn went down on one knee, “My name is Flynn Walker, my lady. What is yours?‘

She smiled, kind and cruel. “My name is Misery Vex, but you may call me Lady Widow.”

She suddenly held a blade, as long as his forearm, the metal reflecting the green of her lantern. His eyes widened. She hadn’t had that a second ago. She pointed it at him, then carefully touched his shoulders twice with it.

“Flynn Walker, do you swear to serve me and my will as long as you can, with your heart and life? Until your body no longer bleeds and mind no longer thinks? DO you promise to protect me from all threats and dote upon my every word?” She asked.

Still thinking it part of a game, Flynn swore. “I do, my Lady Widow.”

“Then rise, Ser Flynn.”

Flynn rose to his feet and she handed him the blade. It was stange to hold, and it hummed in his grip, slowly getting lighter and smaller until it suited him perfectly. He watched in awe.

“Come now, Ser Flynn, my little knight, lets go to my castle,” she commanded, and he knew it was a command, he could feel it.

He followed, transfixed by the sway of the lantern and the shadows it cast. The trees parted and the moon shone through a single hole in the canopy, revealing a ring in the middle of the bare clearing. It was made of strange mushrooms Flynn had never seen, growing in a perfect circle.

She stepped inside, and beckoned him to d the same. He obeyed, despite a voice in the back of his head that sounded like his mother, warning him to stay, that something was amiss. It was overwhelmed by the urge to do as Lady Widow said. Flynn stepped inside of the ring, right next to his Lady. She beamed at him in approval and unconditional love. She beat down, so much taller than any person he had ever met, and embraced him.

The lantern crackled, and the mushrooms stole its light. The ground fell away into green beneath him and Lady Widow, and they vanished.

#danny phantom #goodfish writes #Flynn walker #misery vex #aunt Alicia mentioned #unnamed exhusband mentioned #ectober 2021 #fairy circle #I only like the fannon version of Flynn #I have a whole story plotted out for him and Misery #Misey is now Lady Widow because spider theme #and she’s sad so its a pun like widower #goodfish draws #ectoberhaunt 2021

[this-is-my-procrastination]

hi honey! (●’◡’●)ﾉ could i request a oneshot with Dazai, and reader is just always sleepy? like if she sits still for longer than thirty minutes, she’ll be passed out? thank you!

pairing: dazai osamu x sleepy!reader

synopsis: sleepy y/n has trouble staying awake

request: hi honey! (●’◡’●)ﾉ could i request a oneshot with Dazai, and reader is just always sleepy? like if she sits still for longer than thirty minutes, she’ll be passed out? thank you!

a/n: omg im so sorry this literally took me 10 million years to finish!! i think i’ve rewritten this like more than four times at this point lmao but hopefully it turned out ok and you like it! as always, thank you so much for requesting ily <33

A pair of lips delicately brush your cheek. Your eyes flutter open, groggily blinking the sleep from your eyes as you slowly register the owner of the offending lips. To no one’s surprise, it’s Dazai’s smug face that beams back at you, grin softening as he teases, “Look who fell asleep again~ If you weren’t so cute, I might be offended y’know?” His playful pout causes you to giggle, your boyfriend already helping to make waking up so much less vexing than usual.

Retaliating to his teasing remarks, you attempt to ruffle his messy tuft of black hair but find that his head is sadly more than an arm’s length away, much to your dismay. Looking back down at your disheveled bedhead fondly, Dazai pulls you into his arms as you release a few indignant retorts. The movie you two were watching had been in its closing scenes, but when he looked towards you to ask your thoughts (and ask why you’d been so quiet after literally the first thirty minutes), he was met with your very cute, very endearing, very much asleep expression, eyes shut and mouth slightly ajar. Your head was adorably leaned against the crook of his neck, and he would prefer not to admit it, but he had spent more time than he realized just admiring your dozing features silently, appreciating and marveling at this human who made him feel so loved. Past Dazai would have scoffed at a serious romantic relationship that didn’t end in double suicide, but right now, the thought of not being able to spend peaceful moments like this with you was the most excruciating punishment he could possibly imagine. How could he imagine someone else when even just your sleeping face was so incredibly adorable to him?

Your freshly-awake ramblings brought him back to the present. Dazai lets his fingers drift and find its place loosely running down a stray strand of your hair, twirling it cheerfully as he listens to you continuing on.

You suddenly stop your rant, staring at him with an amused expression on your face before you gently prod his side, “What’re you so deep in thought about?” You pondered the possibilities, “Could you be thinking about what to eat? I’m pretty hungry too after that nice nap!”

“No, no,” Dazai dramatically denies your question, waving his hand dismissively, “Well - I’ll never say no to a snack, but I was actually mesmerized! You just look so cute when you’re sleepy~”

You playfully roll your eyes, nudging him with a teasing “uh-huh.”

“Is that why I can get away with falling asleep around you?” your smile is warm as you meet his eyes, and Dazai’s heart quickens just slightly, “I told you that you can wake me up since I sometimes fall asleep before I realize. I appreciate you always taking care of me though, Dazai. You’re a very good boyfriend for that~”

Your praise is music to Dazai’s ears as his lips quirk into a smirk, “Oh-ho, am I finally getting the appreciation I’ve been deserving? I’m glad you finally noticed!” Your boyfriend’s hand pats your head affectionately, and you laugh aloud as he plasters a quick sloppy kiss to your forehead.

You’re about to playfully call him out for his touchiness but your boyfriend’s chest immediately puffs out theatrically, “But don’t you worry! I’m self-sworn to protect my sleeping beauty for as long as I live - actually, even from the grave!”

Dazai’s sudden knightly attitude cracks you up as you swiftly duck out from under his hand. You grin widely at his antics before matching his energy with a statement fitting for a true princess: “oh, ya - uh! ok thanks buddy! so then, Sir Dazai, lead the way to the kitchen and let’s make a mid-movie - oh, never mind the movie’s over - a post-movie snack!”

Dazai’s cheers ring through your apartment as he eagerly yet still surprisingly delicately, always being careful to keep you unscathed and present by his side, grabs your hand and escorts you into the kitchen.

The plan was to make brownies. So, why is Dazai furiously beating a bowl of grainy “whipped cream” that he’d made using a combo of water and specifically granulated, not confectionary, sugar? Why is more brownie batter on cabinet doors than in the baking pan? Why is the salt tipped onto its side, spilling its entire contents into some kind of abstract shape on the countertop?

One reason: food fight. Maybe your abundant sleeping habits had finally caught up to you, but you had never felt as invigorated and actively mischievous as you had when you’d swiped some brownie batter onto your boyfriend’s face. It was worth it! You think. You thought. Dazai’s brown hues absolutely shined with mirth at your pathetic attempt of provoking him. You were prepared for him to laugh it off and call you adorable, maybe naive for playing with fire, but ultimately he would chuckle and move on. Except, that did not happen. Instead, he had immediately retaliated with an even bigger glop thrown into your hair, partly accidentally and partly to be a li’l gremlin, and oh boy, it just escalated from there.

The whipped cream Dazai had whipped up for “quick ammunition” was quickly used up - Dazai scooped it, and the heap had seemed to grow impossibly bigger with every additional spoonful. Currently, his smile was widening and creepily stretching ear-to-ear as his starry eyes zeroed in on your vulnerable form.

The ruthless battle continued for a while, but after finally agreeing to a truce, you both couldn’t help but stare at the resulting mess with equally blank stares.

“Mm... okgoodnightbabe! I’ll see you in the morning!” You almost trip over yourself as you flee, throwing a cursory glance at your incredulous boyfriend before giggling and rushing to close the bedroom door before he can follow. Dazai’s whining carries through the solid wood, but you playfully call back, “I’ll give you anything you want - just pleasee do the cleaning! And if it’s too much, come to bed and we can deal with it in the morning together, ok?”

You could clearly picture Dazai’s pout in your mind as the sound of his footsteps fades towards the kitchen. Smiling fondly, you quickly change into your pajamas and hop into your shared bed to wait for his return. However, listening to the distant clanging of bowls and whooshing of the tap water proved to be an effective lullaby, and you couldn’t help it as your eyes began to flutter and eventually stay closed.

By the time Dazai finishes cleaning, the dark night sky was starting to brighten and mix with the warm oranges and reds of sunrise. He quietly opens your bedroom door and is met, not really to his surprise, by your sleeping lump of a body. Dazai’s brows furrow slightly, but he quickly notices the open book laying by your form and realizes that you had been up waiting for him. He could also tell you by the blankets messily strewn around you - usually you preferred having them wrapped around you like a tight burrito.

At that, Dazai lightly chuckles, his heart warming at the thought. He takes his time putting on a fresh set of clothes and rolls his eyes as he ever-so-gently tucks the blankets over you. The bed shifts as he climbs in carefully, but Dazai quickly freezes as you start to mumble quietly. Your words are inaudible, even as Dazai strains his ears to hear any (possible) secrets that you could be spouting. Shifting restlessly, you roll around and suddenly shoot out your arm, making an interesting grabby motion. Dazai almost lets out a laugh as he wonders what in the world you could be looking for, but his eyes widen when you make contact with your boyfriend and immediately calm down, hand gripping his shirt loosely.

As your body relaxes, Dazai feels a wide smile creep up his face, adoring and almost grossly soft. And he lets it. He just can’t help himself - he leans in and places an affectionate kiss on your forehead, lingering there before pulling back and squeezing next to you under the covers. He shifts your arm into a more comfortable position, and as you unconsciously flip to face him, Dazai’s eyes soften into a sweet but intensely warm chocolate brown. If you had been awake to open your eyes, you would have witnessed a rare but genuine sight: your boyfriend’s peaceful expression illuminated by the quiet sunlight of dawn, his eyes deeply staring into yours with endless messages of comforting assurance and happiness, and his lips subtly quirking into a tenderly loving smile shared only for the two of you.

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[nellie-elizabeth]

The Legend of Vox Machina: Whispers at the Ziggurat (1x11)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Cons:

This is a small thing, because once again perfect episode is perfect, but I will say that Scanlan's "realization" at the start didn't quite hit right. They have him do a gasp and a flashback to him looking at the creepy book, and the star chart, and putting together the pieces, but I don't feel that we actually learned anything new here. It was basically: "ohhh that creepy book about a ritual and a Ziggurat means they're going to do a ritual at a Ziggurat?" I don't know, maybe they wanted to make sure the stakes were clear so we wouldn't be confused about the visuals of what Delilah does later, but for me it seemed like they were treating an obvious escalation as if it were brand new information, some sort of plot twist or reveal.

Could have done without the "you're their light now" callback during Keyleth's big moment, simply because it didn't quite hit for me right the first time, I felt the stakes weren't set up for why Keyleth getting that validation from Pike specifically would be important. It was fine, but didn't add to the epic-ness for me much. This is such a small quibble, though. Seriously.

Pros:

Fucking hell, this episode was everything to me. How to even talk about it?

We start off with some sinister setup with our villains as they prepare to do their creepy ritual. Cassandra calling Delilah "mother" really punched me right in the solar plexus, and then Delilah being so worried about Sylas keeping his strength up, offering Cass as a snack to munch on... yeesh. They give me the creeps in the absolute best way.

We then have a brief comedic interlude with Grog raring to fight Vax, and Vex saying no, then raring to fight Cass, and Percy saying no... and then Pike suggesting that perhaps he should have a rematch with Sylas...

We see our good guys approaching the Ziggurat and all the evil that's going to happen there, and then we have Anna running off, and the next ratcheting up of intensity with Percy and... Orthax, I'm just going to say Orthax, I mean, the subtitles do, so I figure that counts as not a spoiler anymore, even though his name is never said aloud on the show. The visuals of this scene, with Percy fighting against Orthax over whether or not to shoot Anna as she runs off... they're trying to sneak up on the Briarwoods, so a gunshot would give them away, but on the other hand Percy and Orthax really want that motherfucking revenge, y'all... god, it's so deliciously intense and this is only the start of the intensity ramping up and up and up.

And then of course Percy calls out: "Sylas! We have debts to settle." And we go into the action sequence, and that's the whole rest of the episode.

This whole thing was just... the action was so fucking stellar, it never stopped, my breath was caught in my throat the whole time, I couldn't look away... it's almost going to be hard to talk about, because my only thought the whole time is like... Keyleth vs. Sylas: amazing! Pike vs. Sylas: amazing! Scanlan running from Delilah: amazing! Pike vs. Delilah, saving Scanlan: amazing! Vex vs. Vax: amazing! Percy vs. Cassandra: amazing! Grog vs. Sylas: amazing! The whole way through, I was just intensely impressed by how dynamic and quick and impactful every bit of the combat felt to me. There are a lot of characters on the board, here. The seven members of Vox Machina, plus the Briarwoods, plus Cass, and yet I never lost track of anyone and who they were fighting, the pacing never faltered, I was gripped and completely anxious every second, even though I know how it all shakes out!

I guess I'll just talk about aspects I liked in no particular order...

First off, I like how overpowered Pike feels, because the literal glowing aura around her is a constant reminder that she's being projected here by her literal goddess. She has this artificial glow-up (sorry) that is so powerful but also so tenuous, as we see at the end of the episode. So we get moments like Pike withstanding Delilah's attack and then the "MY TURN" moment, and it's so fucking good and also doesn't feel like it's breaking the balance in any way, because there's this constant sense that Pike won't be this strong forever, and we don't know how long we'll get to have her with us.

The Pike and Scanlan stuff was particularly excellent. I loved "get away from my gnome!" and then Scanlan's literal heart eyes, and Pike's "probably a good thing I can't hear you right now." In my opinion, their hints of romance have been adapted so well from the stream. It's much better here, when instead of Scanlan just constantly pursuing Pike and her constantly rejecting him, it's just Scanlan simping so hard for this entirely bad-ass woman, and Pike sort of laughingly indulging him without full reciprocation. Maybe a small distinction in the scheme of things, but it's really working for me.

And then there's all the sibling angst! Give it to meeee. Vex and Vax's fight made me wince, every time the blood spray came I was horrified. I loved the "it's me", "I know", exchange because you do get the sense that Vax very much does know it's his sister he's fighting, he just can't cut through the charm to remember that he would never hurt her. And Vex screwing up her face and horrified with herself as she punches him again and again, and Vax waking up and breaking through because of Keyleth's timely Sun Tree intervention... the sob and the hug... I am so happy with how this went. Oof. So freaking intense.

Then Cass and Percy! Percy is literally having to fight off Orthax and his sister at the same time. He doesn't want to give in and hurt her, but she has no such reservations with him, and her name is on the List... god, the horror and tension of this. Again, even knowing how it's all going to turn out, I'm in the most intense suspense watching this stuff, wondering what's going to happen next. Of course there's the moment when Cass briefly flickers out of Sylas's control, and remembers Percy protecting and comforting her during their imprisonment, remembers them playing together as kids... I like the way Cass's betrayal is played because it's clear that it's not just Sylas using his mind tricks on her the way he did on Vax, there's the interplay of years going on here, the supposed abandonment by her brother, the indoctrination and brainwashing by her tormentors. It's not as simple as what's happened to Vax, and you can really see that playing out.

Keyleth gets some cool moments fighting Sylas before Pike takes over that fight; I love seeing her using all the elements like the Avatar she is most certainly based on... but of course she gets her big Sun Tree moment right when everything is at its lowest point, lying there weakened as all her friends are suffering and barely holding on around her... and then there are the tree roots. "I'm Keyleth of the Air Ashari. I know you're there. And holy shit do I need your help." The music. The light. It's so FREAKING COOL that Keyleth gets to have this intense moment, and it only builds from the first moment that the sun breaks Sylas's concentration and allows Cass and Vax to wake up.

But first you've got Grog and Sylas. A bad-ass rematch, but also some moments of levity, too: "No, I know what you're doing. Don't try and seduce me" and Sylas replies: "What? I'm not trying to..." that was so great, and I love that it worked, that Grog got a solid hit on Sylas and then was able to pin him down for Keyleth to take that final shot.

As I'm continually praising, the small moments that help establish character during fights are just everything to me. I love that you've got Grog holding Sylas down, and Keyleth ready with the strength of the Sun Tree behind her, but she stops to say: "Grog, I don't want to hit you..." and Grog tells her to do it anyway. Just such a great moment.

Scanlan gets his revenge on Delilah by silencing her the same way she silenced him earlier in the fight, meaning she's hopeless as she watches Keyleth burn Sylas to death. It's brutal, it's intense, it's everything I wanted it to be. Such an epic villain kill, that good ol' Grog and Keyleth combo, with Delilah screaming in her silenced condition, desperately reaching out for the man she loves. Brutal! Amazing!

Delilah's derangement here is excellent and there's so much setup happening in this scene where she tries to complete the ritual. "Sylas, I broke the world for us!" She said the thing! Ahhh. Honestly at first I was disappointed she didn't scream it like Matt did in the original version, but this worked for me too. Her creepy magic, the way the orb appears, The Whispered One standing there and then flickering away...

Meanwhile you've got the rest of the gang trapped outside of a door. Of course. I love that after Sylas's death, you've got Cassandra immediately snapping out of it, and Percy has this brief moment of relief that his sister is okay, but then it's right back into revenge mode. "That kill was mine!" he says after Sylas dies, and then "Delilah!" as he charges after his remaining foe. At this point not only do we have the creepy orange eyes and the smoke, we have the voice, layering over Percy's. How much of him is Orthax now? It's so fucking good and creepy and delightful, and for those who thought Delilah was the big bad of the season more so than Sylas, it's now becoming increasingly clear that there's an even bigger big bad waiting in the wings, hiding in plain sight.

Okay and let's talk about the cliffhanger now. Vex manages to get a shot off on Delilah, and we get one of my favorite line deliveries in the whole show as Delilah screams: "I'll see you suffer for what you have taken from me!" And then she tries to go for Vex, and...

Keyleth sacrifices herself for Vex. When I tell you I screamed, y'all. Now, I have some stuff to say about this in the next review, because I kind of don't think it works as an episode cliffhanger for various reasons. But honestly, I fucking love this change. Jesus Christ. First off, I have been totally gripped by this show all the way through, but I did in fact already know all the big things that were going to happen. Cass getting slashed in the throat by Anders? Later turning out to be a traitor? I knew it. Percy having a demon inside him? I knew it. Everything that happened, all the big shockers, I knew they were coming. And I was excited to see Vex get super mortally wounded and close to death in this fight, because I knew that was coming too. So when it was Keyleth instead, I was seriously so shook. I didn't expect it at all. And in my opinion, this is a great change.

This is the moment I mentioned before, where some people were having a hard time, and thought this moment stole something from Vex and gave it to Keyleth. But come on, y'all. If you're a fan of campaign one, you know exactly why Vex isn't the one to get a super scary "omg is she dead" moment here. You know. You don't need me to tell you why narratively we don't need Vex going down right here. Come on. And this is still a Vex character beat! This is about a season-long buildup of Vex and Keyleth's friendship, Keyleth willing to throw herself in front of Vex, Vex looking on in shock, asking "why did you do that?" I loved it. I loved it for Keyleth, and for Vex, and for Vax, and it completely threw me for a loop in the best way. I think they knew what they were doing, twisting this dramatic moment in a way older Critters wouldn't expect. As shocked as I was, and as upset as I knew some people were bound to be, I really took this moment as a gift, this rare chance to be as flabbergasted and thrown for a loop as anyone else watching.

And of course the true cliffhanger is Pike vanishing before she can heal Keyleth. This is what I meant when I said it's okay that Pike is the most bad-ass overpowered member of the party in these episodes, because at the drop of a hat she's gone and she can't come back and now Keyleth is dying.

And that's where we leave off episode 11. Fun fact: I hopped on an elliptical machine while watching these episodes and I beat my best ever distance in the same length of time because while watching this episode, I essentially sprinted through the whole twenty-five minutes. I was just so pumped, I couldn't handle the intensity, it was so. fucking. good.

I think I might have to give this one a perfect score, y'all.

10/10

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