#taking a moment away from commissions to draw this. as a treat

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ROMANCE KILLER </3

#aromantic #aro #pride art #crows art #aro awareness week #artists on tumblr #YAYAYAY ^_^ I KILLED ROMANCE #taking a moment away from commissions to draw this. as a treat #also i think its my one year fully identifying as aro? so thats cool :-) #trying to remember if it was last year or 2021 kdjgdfkjg

[ficcrimes]

Royal Treatment

Fandom: Helluva Boss & Hazbin Hotel Characters: Blitz, Charlie; mentions Lilith and Stolas Ship: Blitz/Charlie A/N: I was craving some RoyalBlitz smut and couldn’t find any out in the wild that I enjoyed, so here’s a little NSFW something I wrote for for myself between commission work. Summary: When Lilith tells Charlie an imp could never treat her the way a Princess ought to be treated, Blitz makes it a point to prove her wrong.

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Comfort had never been Blitz’s strongest suit. That, however, hadn’t stopped him from making it to the hotel in record time and with coffee and a small bouquet of flowers in hand. Part of him hoped the flowers wouldn’t be too much, but there had been an obvious upset in Charlie’s voice when she had asked him to come over, and flowers seemed like the least he could have done in this case. Assuming he wasn’t the cause for concern, then he could at least hope the flowers would cheer her up a little.

Thankfully, they did. She accepted the haphazard bunch graciously, taking in the scent of the arrangement before setting them aside on a nightstand. Her smile, however faint, was reassuring at the moment.

Next, she accepted the coffee from him, setting it by the flowers without trying it. Well, when she did finally decide to take a sip, he hoped she’d be impressed to find he had remembered the way she liked it. There were more important things at hand to worry about than coffee, though.

“Soooo, you gonna tell me what’s wrong, or…?” he asked, taking a seat on the edge of her bed and kicking his boots off under the assumption he’d be here with her for a while still.

“I’m... working up to it?” Charlie replied, and her smile seemed to weaken further. She took a seat beside him on the bed, wringing her hands together.

Any confidence he had been clinging to started to feel as though it could slip away in an instance. He furrowed his brow and watched her hands, unsure if he should have been reaching for them or not.

“Try just spitting it out,” he suggested, shrugging one shoulder, as though his nerves weren’t suddenly beginning to fray. “Blurting shit out without thinking about it too much can be good for the soul, y’know.”

Charlie glanced at him sidelong and chuckled softly before drawing in a deeper breath, trying to find some resolve. After a moment of thought, she straightened herself up and reached behind herself for her phone.

“Actually, maybe I don’t have to say anything,” she said, opening up the phone and quickly sifting through icons and apps as needed.

Curious and a little absently, Blitz scooted closer. His hip brushed hers and his tail loosely looped around her, the spade coming to rest on her opposite thigh. She didn’t seem to mind, and Blitz didn’t let himself think twice of it, instead craning his neck to get a better look at her phone, assuming he was supposed to see something there.

What Charlie ended up pulling up was her voicemail. The most recent message, only a few minutes long, Blitz saw was from “Mom” and he felt his blood run cold for a split second. He knew that Charlie’s relationship with her parents was rocky at best as of late, but considering Charlie’s current mood, he felt as though he could safely assume the contents of that voicemail were not good.

“Sorry, in advance,” she said quietly through a grimace, and then she played the message.

There was a moment of silence before a heavy sigh practically breathed through the phone.

Charlotte, your father and I can… overlook that ridiculous Hotel of yours, but…

But fucking an imp?!

A creature so lowly and pathetic will never treat you the way you ought to be treated.

I know it’s been a difficult concept for you to grasp, but you are a Princess of Hell.

I think it’s about time you start acting like one.

The recording ended abruptly, and Charlie sighed heavily as she turned her face toward Blitz. The imp at her side was quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat, leaning away from her just a bit.

“Your mom’s kind of a bitch,” he commented, and was pleased to see her trying and failing to ward off a weak smile.

“She… can be a lot,” she agreed, setting her phone aside and running a hand through her hair. “I know we haven’t exactly been secretive about… all of this, but.” She paused, brows knitting together in frustration as she let herself fall back on the bed.

“This… is the first time Mom’s called me in months,” she went on quietly, bringing both hands to her face and digging the heels of her palms into her eyes. “And that’s what she has to say?”

Blitz let himself frown while slowly shifting a bit, tugging his tail out from where it had ended up under her so that he could kneel beside her properly.

“Yeah, that… That’s really shitty,” he said slowly, not entirely sure what sort of ground he was treading on at the moment. Despite budding anxiety, there was no immediate sense of wrongness, but he still thought it was best to be careful until he knew exactly how Charlie was feeling.

“But, uh. I gotta ask,” he continued carefully. “Did you want to… keep fucking this imp?”

Charlie was quick to move, pulling her hands away from her face so that she could prop herself up on her elbows. Her frown was deep and he’d almost felt bad he asked at all.

“Of course I do!” she blurted out, blushing soon after as the realization of what she had said caught up to her. Still, she pressed on with her reassurance, reaching toward him and grazing her knuckles against his red cheek. “That was never even a question.”

“Oh,” Blitz said, brow furrowed as he willed his confidence back. He could spend all the time he needed unpacking what Charlie had said and what it meant to him later but for now, he felt he should have been focusing on making her feel better. Especially now that he knew, with one hundred percent certainty, that his own feelings and ego were in the clear.

“Well - good!” He grabbed for her hand and gave it a tiny squeeze. “Your mom doesn’t know shit, anyway,” he said with a bit of a huff, but finally found his grin just as he brought her hand toward his mouth. He kissed her knuckles and then spoke against them,

“Fuck a Princess, I treat you and your pussy like a goddamn Queen.”

Charlie was quick to yank her hand back and away from him, holding it fisted against her chest. The bridge of her nose and her cheeks were dusted a deep pink, and her voice cracked when she did her best to scold him.

“Blitz! Don’t - Don’t say things like that!”

Seeing that got a rise out of her, Blitz grinned wider, showing teeth as he leaned in toward her. He hooked a finger under her chin to ensure she wouldn’t duck away.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” He brought his thumb to her bottom lip, gently stroking it while his tail slithered over one thigh teasingly. “I’m nice to you and your pussy, aren’t I?”

Her blush had deepened and the quietest whimper escaped her before she reluctantly nodded against his hold. “Y-yes.”

His tail moved upward against her thigh, and he could already feel a heat coming from between her legs. He is grin remained firmly in place as he leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers.

“You don’t sound so sure, Your Majesty. Do I need to remind you?”

As the spade of his tail finally met her clothed crotch, her thighs came together to squeeze against it. She lowered her gaze, suddenly unable to meet his.

“Blitz… You – ” she had started to perhaps protest or at least negotiate when his tail started to move just so against her, causing her words to become lodged in her throat. She bit her bottom lip and drew in a deep, slow breath.

“Ah, ah,” he tutted, swinging one leg over her hips as he leaned back, giving her some space again. “None of that. How about you just,” he took hold of her shoulders and playfully shoved. He was pleased, and relieved, to find there was no resistance and she not only went down easily but also allowed herself to be pinned. “Lay back, and let Daddy get to work?”

Comfort had never been his strongest suit, but he’d be damned if he didn’t know how to offer a distraction. Since she had made it clear her mother’s opinion held no power over their relationship, the least he could do was make her feel good.

Charlie’s blush had deepened, and he took pride in the way he was able to get her so flustered so quickly. A few choice words and some clever, well-placed strokes of his tail, and she was already struck complaisant beneath him. Which he took as silent consent to continue; if she really did not want this to be happening, she would have stopped him with more effort. And, of course, he would have complied. The goal was to make her feel better, not worse.

He took both of her hands, pinning them above her head and holding them there. He gave them a little squeeze before moving his grip to her wrists just as he bent the rest of the way to kiss her. The kiss was deep and perhaps a little rough, but there was no hesitation on Charlie’s part to return it with as much earnestness as she could manage then and there.

His tail, still caught between her tense and now trembling thighs, continued to rub her through her pants. The right amount of pressure in just the right spot made her gasp against the kiss, a soft, whimpering sound that he gladly swallowed.

“No complaints?” he asked when he broke away from the kiss, grinning at the flushed princess beneath him.

Charlie hummed quietly, shaking her head as she met his gaze, peeking up at him through heavy eyelids. “No complaints.”

“I didn’t think so,” Blitz smirked, wiggling his tail out from between her legs so that he could start to slink down between them himself. Her legs opened obligingly for him as he moved lower, and he dragged his claws gently down her arms, then over her breasts and sides until he could take hold of her hips. Now kneeling on the floor, Blitz tugged Charlie forward by her hips until her knees bent properly over the edge of the bed.

He used one hand to start working the fly of her pants undone, while the other was already eagerly beginning to peel the material away from her body. As he started to pull them down and off, she made the task easier for him by squirming and lifting her hips as needed. As he let her pants fall away to the floor carelessly, he couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of the damp spot in the crotch of her underwear.

He pressed both of his palms to the insides of her thighs and pushed her legs apart, giving him room to lean in and kiss the dampness. He glanced up the length of her body to see her already biting her bottom lip, fists full of sheets as she watched what he was doing. He made sure to maintain that eye contact as he dragged his tongue across the wet spot of her panties, delighting in the way she audibly gasped and visibly tensed at the gesture.

When he leaned back, he reached for the waistband of her underwear, tugging them down and then off entirely. He dropped them to the side with her pants, then brought both hands back toward her. He gripped the insides of her thighs for a moment, squeezing and kneading before moving one hand inward. He slid a finger through the wetness between her folds and smirked at her, wide and sharp.

“You get so wet so fast for me. I fucking love it,” he told her, leaning in slowly again. With both hands at her groin now, he used his thumbs to open her up. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaked.”

Charlie released one fistful of sheets from her death grip if only so she could drape that arm over her face instead. “B-Blitz - come on, do you have to… talk like that?”

“No,” he replied while shamelessly admiring her; the outer lips were already flushed and swollen, and her entrance was slick and ready for him. “But it gets you all riled up like you are now, so I think I’m gonna keep running my mouth.”

He finally leaned the rest of the way in, planting a rough kiss between her legs and then mumbling against her, “...or, I will. When it’s not full of this pussy.”

“Bli– A-ah!” Charlie had started to scold him again, but her attempts were cut short by an involuntary gasp when that tongue of his made contact, sliding between her lips and over her sensitive opening. Pleased with the reaction that alone had gotten from her, Blitz repeated this motion a few more times. It didn’t take long at all before she was rolling her hips and whining quietly and wordlessly, encouraging him to do something, anything more.

To which, of course, he obliged. He moved one hand just slightly upward so that he could press gently against her lower stomach, thumb now stroking and circling her clit. His tongue circled her opening before he eagerly slid it inside her. A few choice strokes and thrusts of his tongue later, and her hands were suddenly at his horns, gripping what she could of them tightly, encouraging him and holding him in place.

He groaned as she did this, and then glanced up the length of her body to her flushed face. He smirked into her cunt, moving his arms so that he could wrap them around her thighs while he lapped at her insides and stoked her swollen clit. When she started to roll her hips and thrust them out toward him, he growled appreciatively and did his best to meet her demands with only his tongue.

By now, he had hardened in his pants, and his cock ached to take the place of his tongue. He grunted in surprise when he tried to pull away and found Charlie too easily tugging him forward again, holding his head between her thighs. His laugh was muffled, and he obliged a few kisses and strokes of his tongue before he mumbled against her.

“I can’t fuck you if you don’t let me go, Princess.”

Charlie’s grip on his horns shuddered, then reluctantly loosened and slid away from them. Her hands found his on her thighs and she squeezed as she looked down at him, offering a shy, somewhat apologetic smile.

“I - just got caught up in it,” she explained, though she didn’t need to. He didn’t care to hear it; it drove him mad to know he could bring the Princess of Hell to her knees, metaphorically and literally.

“Never worry about shoving me face-first into your cunt,” he said with a smirk, sliding his hands out from under hers and making sure to rake his claws along her smooth skin, leaving pink welts in their wake on her pale flesh. She shivered as he stood, and he took pride in knowing she was watching every move he made to free himself from his pants. He couldn’t have been bothered to take his pants off completely, instead only shoving open his fly and pulling himself out into the open.

Charlie’s quiet “oh” did not go unnoticed, and he grinned as he grabbed for her hips again, tugging her forward until only her ass remained perched at the edge of the bed.

“That being said though, I’d really rather be the one shoving my dick into you right now.”

His hands slid from her hips and to the backs of her thighs, too easily hiking her up against him and pressing her wet and eager warmth against his desperate hard-on.

“Any objections?” he teased, rolling his hips so that he could rub himself against her. He was tantalizingly close to just slipping in, but he could hold out for at least one moment more.

“N-none,” Charlie whined, grabbing for the sheets again and jutting her hips out toward him.

“Good girl.” He smirked as he dug his claws into her thighs, the only warning she had before he slid himself into her, inch by inch. He moaned, deep and throaty, as her body accepted him, shuddering around him.

Charlie wasn’t as thin as Stolas but even so, once Blitz’s full length was buried in her up to the hilt, there was a slight, albeit obvious, distension in her lower belly. As he started to thrust into her, the modest bulge came and went, and he shamelessly watched this happening for a few long moments. It made him ache to know he filled her so well.

As he started to settle into a steady rhythm, he moved his hands along the undersides of her thighs again, then pushed her legs up and hooked her knees over his shoulders. He kept his arms wrapped around her legs as he bent over her, gradually beginning to drive into her harder and faster.

She gripped the sheets tightly, tugging at them as she whined his name and arched her back. She did her best to meet his demanding thrusts, rolling and bucking her hips. And when her hips lifted just right, his tail came around toward her, looping itself about her waist. He squeezed her gently and carefully with it, and her sharp gasp in response told him she certainly didn’t object to that, either.

He craned his neck a bit to press his face into one of her thighs, nuzzling and kissing the soft flesh there. As he did this, he kept his eyes on her while he mercilessly continued to thrust. He could feel her becoming slicker, tightening around him, and he could tell she was close.

“Gonna cum for me?” he asked between determined grunts, watching as all she seemed to be able to do at the moment was wordlessly whine, clumsily nodding her head while squeezing her eyes shut. He smirked, doing his best not to break pace even as his own orgasm crept up steadily on him.

“Cum for me.” This time it was an instruction, and he made sure to drive his point home by first kissing the milky white of her thigh, and then biting into it. Not hard enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to send a surge of pleasure and surprise through her - if the way she suddenly cried out his name was anything to go by, anyway.

He grinned around the captured flesh, growling deeply as she came. A moan, choked and broken, left her as she shoved herself against him, taking him in all the way again as she rode the spasms out.

He had to break away from the bite, instead leaning over her and practically forcing her knees to her shoulders as he returned the favor. He let out a long, drawn-out “fuuuuck”  as he came, spilling inside her deeply. He bucked his hips a few times as he rode the own waves of his orgasm, and then slowly leaned up just enough so that her legs could fall away from him and into a more natural position. Once she seemed to start relaxing, he pulled out.

At the same time, he let himself lean forward the rest of the way, toppling over and onto her face-first. Shamelessly, he nuzzled into her chest, sliding his arms around her and smirking to himself. He could feel her trying to catch her breath beneath him, and it thrilled him to no end to know he had been the one to do this to her.

“You… are something else,” she said when she seemed to have finally caught her breath and find her voice again. Her arms came around him, one hand taking a gentle fistful of his shirt while the other toyed lazily with the base of one of his spikes.

“And you like that,” he smirked before nuzzling into her chest again, pressing his face between her breasts through her shirt and purring.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, circling the base of the lowest spike with a delicate touch. “I do.”

He could feel his face warm up at the sincerity of her comment, and though he considered the mission accomplished - he had successfully made her feel better - he still wasn’t sure how to properly respond to it. So he chose to remain quiet for a moment aside from his purring.

When he did choose to speak again, he peeked up at her with a grin.

“You should call your mom back and tell her to go fuck herself half as good as I just fucked you.”

“Blitz.”

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #blitzo #charlie morningstar #royalblitz #fanfic

[cynthplop]

Hhmm, if you like talking about your Robin and Tardif, pls don't hold back! What do they like about each other? What do they dislike in one another? What is their dynamic, which roles get filled by who? Will they stick together? Are there any crisises or huge arguments between the two? Maybe I'm negative, buut I personally find the abundance of pure love/sympathy-at-first-sight-till-the-grave scenario representations a bit frustrating and unrealistic as in real life that's a minority, right?

Yea I really do like talking about them :'''') been thinking of commissioning someone to draw them for me as of late bc school's really shredding me a new one it's not cute 😭😭😭😭😭😭 it makes me really happy to know that there's interest in them that's not just me, they're my everything my sugar candy apples :'D You'll have to pardon me if my descriptive skill is not entirely up to par today, been doing homework all day and now I'm gettin reddy for beddy. Join me, dear traveller, in the read more..... (again, minor DD2 spoilies)

Now what they like in one another: abridged, Robin really loves how Tardif makes him feel very human. He likes that Tardif comes from and to him represents a normal, human world he never got to experience; life and joy and flowers and fields, marketplaces and inns, travelling by river. To Robin, Tardif is proof that a normal (as normal as it gets with DD but bear with me) life is possible and that it's not out of his reach.

Tardif likes that Robin notices the beauty in everything about the world that a lifetime of looking out for himself has blinded him to. And despite everything he's gone through, Robin is still annoyingly hopeful, patient, kind, everything that he didn't know was possible in a man anymore, no less nobility. He hated it all at first, hated it violently, but against his better judgement it grew on him :)

This kiiiinda ties in with what they dislike about one another, but I think one of the more major crises that happens between them is that Tardif repeatedly does NOT let Robin engage in any sort of violence once they start to develop feelings for one another, a reckless act of way too much protectiveness on Tardif's end. Basically the moment he notices he's catching feelings he doesn't really know how to reel it all back in after spilling. This prompts Robin to get really angry at him, obvs, because he feels like he's being treated like a child or fragile glass, a feeling which he despises. They figure it out eventually tho, lol. Tardif also hates how self-sacrificial Robin can be, regularly martyring himself because he thinks he deserves it for the crimes of his family. Tardif doesn't hate ROBIN for it, but he hates that he feels that way and that someone ultimately undeserving of suffering has to go through that when so many others who actually do deserve it live cushy lives.

In regards to them sticking together, that was the plan. Tardif promising to take Robin away from the Hamlet once everything is over and setting up a bakery somewhere nice... something he doesn't know if he can truly do after everything, but something he wants to try for the sake of someone else, for once, as he's long learned that Robin is the only exception to all of his lifelong rules. But, as per DD2, that may not have worked out, and I'm still waiting on some info before getting to work on that ;) a tragic divorce arc (literally, bc they got Actually Married in DD1) where "Robin has ulterior motives of tracking down his husband during the apocalypse" might be in the works, tho 👀

I can't lie and say I'm Not a fan of pure love kind of scenarios, I'm a romantic at heart and I like to see all sorts of different types of relationships play out. But you're right, for my dark dungeon, I like to see some drama more >:) These two can get a little bit codependent and fucked up, and be so very selfish and possessive, but that's what makes it juicy hehe

#anonymous #ask #darkest dungeon heir #THIS WAS A FUN QUESTION THANK YOU #by all means this was a nice distraction from Thesis The Pain so by all means.... #if you have any more questions.... inquiries even #about them #please #eye emoji

[subtle-edge-of-rot]

No real thoughts, only spoiling Vincent rotten with attention and affection because he deserves it 👉👈

Especially since he doesn't get it often but he'd be so susceptible to praise kisses. He always treats you right so why not return the favor? Let him use you to relieve pent up stress from the last week since he hasn't had it easy and then when he's in the heat of the moment tell him how beautiful he is while he's folding you nearly in half and rearranging your guts.

When you guys take showers and baths together, give him little neck kisses and hold his hand while he pins you to the wall. When you're brushing his hair give him a little kiss on the top of his head and tell him how valuable he is, as soon as he looks up at you, kiss him upside down to give him butterflies.

Also, cute things like baked goods. He's always baking for you, so you make him little confections to give to him out of the blue. Also, one of his favorites, cockwarm while he's drawing. You coo sleepy positive affirmations, grazing your nails between his shoulders and openly saying that despite how frequently you guys have sex you always seem to crave to be one with him regardless. Tell him you feel safe in his arms and that you're grateful that he was born.

Between the overwhelming emotions and the feeling of being in you while you tell him what a good person he is, sweet king would be so happy to hold you all night. If you praise him too much, he might hide you away all day for personal use. Bo and Les can have you tomorrow, today it's his day to be selfish because you told him he could.

-💙

Imagine peppering kisses all over his face while he practically folds you in half while he takes you, telling him between gasps for air that he’s absolutely perfect and that he feels so good inside of you. His face would flush and his hips would stutter—praise really gets him going. It’s the same when you’re just chilling together or taking a shower or bath—he always blushes at praise.

Also cockwarming with Vincent? That’s his favorite thing ever, next to actually plowing you.

He’s working hard on a commission, and you come to sit with him. You look at his furrowed brow and slight frown and know he needs some sense of ease and comfort, so you interrupt him for a moment, laying kisses on him and singing his praises and stroking him until he’s nice and hard. Next thing he knows you’re slipping off your panties and straddling his lap, lining him up and sinking down onto him. He’ll be pleased and nice and warm in no time 😌

Also I love him keeping you for himself for a day. Each brother gets their turn like this, but sometimes they choose for you if they’re particularly needy 😌

#payton’s asks #💙anon #blue my beloved #Vincent Sinclair

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary8

gentle annoyance

gently annoyed at people who are talking about the all art is political thing and walking it out how it always is. it's not that i disagree, it's just utterly reductive in both directions of what constitutes politics / art, i guess having to say it at all, as if dividing the goals of art up, naming of the organs and treating them as if it's not a single organism pointed at a cluster of things, made up of clusters directed, is really annoying to see. seeing someone look at a drawing of an anime girl and explain why it's political and the political aspects are that it's a girl eating a hamburger wearing a burger king crown on her head and that it's an advertisement and therefore representative of america's expansionism. this is dull analysis, what is the point, to gather any of the political content in that kind of art, and often in most of this super character oriented slice of life / non-stuff contentless visual art that gets spread all over you have to think about it in terms of what it reveals about the relatively unthinking gaze that produced it, the assumptions it makes of subjects and what it prefers as subjects / objects, what it essentially needs to objectify to exist. if art isn't consciously political, then all a surface reading can offer is the signs it takes up and what those signs mean currently, but since so much art we see now is about producing fantasy (and this being the state of things, also drives us towards another question of why this is and how it works) we need to pull whatever skin is there back and observe what those fantasies are, what the pulse towards that is, and so on. that is the political function of the work, it is a quiet and effective sort of propaganda not for the nation but methods of seeing and alienation. this is why we're all fucked up about ourselves, we meaning people who like anime drawings a lot. i still like the anime drawings. i try to look at ones that are at least more obviously thought through/engaging with the world around them more, more than what i saw in hs / early college at least. it's of course still stuff that's entangled in my 'how i wish i looked' and 'how i wish i felt' and 'what i wish would be done to me' parts, but i don't know if that will go away. so all i have is analysis, and to see that tool used to such dull ends that don't direct all the furries (i don't hate furries but they're kind of super oblivious a lot and that's crazy to me) in this discord to question what is going on in themselves and in the world when they commission their ocs or whatever doing, i dunno, literally anything.

i'll put a drawing by usuno taro here, since i love him so much

/ morumoru06 also

anyways, sorry to be annoying. really this is just me working out my thoughts instead of approaching someone with this and having a pointless 'we both basically agree' but i'd feel misunderstood still. does that make me a cunnnnnt? i dunno.

another thought now, that a lot people might write off a lot of the anime art i like as substanceless like i have, but i would go to bat for it, rather than walk anything i said back. a lot of art that i feel drawn for is drawn by women who are engaging with cultures/ moments and their effects that are ignored in more 'serious' art. stuff that absorbs / uses kawaii culture and things, exploring those realities and emotional states and wishes and desires that whole world confers, it's real, i think it means more than just someone who is able to draw a character from a show well and put them in some really strange graphic environment or do a bunch of aftereffects or whatever. the difference between that ilya kushinov person (sucks) and idk, @mitsunavinilo88 on instagram.

anyways today was super slow or not actually. i did three songs today, 2 new really short ones, and an old one that's not as screamy. actually 2 songs today aren't so screamy, but one is like, as of today written and completed, which is really exciting, like all in one day. i think i'll put it as a b-side to the next single, really happy to have it cuz i was worried about the b-side.

people don't really do b-sides anymore, but idk, i guess i like making songs and just want to offload more junk onto people. the b-side is kind of super arab on radar-y i think, which i'm excited about cuz i love them a lot.

wwhat else.

i did eat the leftovers, i didn't finish my day's working out yet. i guess i can do that now. oh, i drank this powdered apple cider vinegar stuff, it smelled awful but it went down fine, as a health drink thing. they had the best health drinks in japan, they were a little addictive. they also did make me feel like i was in silent hill which is way autistic to say but it's real i felt like i was restoring myself or something. i wonder if stuff in america is just so broadly poisonous that everything else in the world not being like that (wishful thinking to imagine that's the case probably) makes it all feel much better. anyways i'm going to go do stuff and come back and say more maybe.

thinking about showa era cultural radiation and mutation, the way the grotesque was shoved into the underbelly where the authors engaging w/ it were receiving works by bataille and the french surrealists beside (as these things are meant to be seen) cheap and strange reproductions of freakish drawings and nightmare sex-fiction.

anyways i did just workout.

my girlfriend is sick, it seems, as well. she's okay basically, it's a pretty minor cold but her nose is really bothering her. maybe i should tell her that if she has to she should try the humidifier we have.

she could, she seems to think it's a good idea. i had to open these gummies for her w/ a bunch of vitamin c in them. they really were intensely difficult to get open, idk why they were made so difficult to open. it makes me think about kid's toys made to look like food and medicine, plastic bottles incapable of being opened. they are also fairly uncanny gummies, really dark, solid feeling, medication for radiation poisoning.

annie-ways, that's not all that happened today, did almost vc with my friend, or i asked him, but he came back too late. and ofc this isn't every mood but it's what i care to put down for now.

bye bye!

[gludgenbell]

Tell us about your your day! Did anything interesting happen?(answer by the end of the day)

04 12 2023;

I missed the bus for school so my sister dropped me and my brother off

My classes are biology, graphic design tech 2, participation in democracy and algebra 2-

So I started the day with biology and learned about the systems in the body; in depth

But it was a short day today so class was not an 95 minutes and I spent 6 minutes getting to my second period because it's at the back of the school

And all biology classes are at the front

I made my shirt yesterday for the shop my class is doing this Friday, and today was a crunch day

We finished more pre-orders, did keychains, more shirts, and stickers especially

I did some promotional video editing on the side

By lunch I was very hungry, was the first one in the cafeteria as usual and went to the wrong meetup spot (where my friends hang out)

Got a bit insecure that I'm always the last person to find out specific things even though I try to ask everyday, but it's whatever and we talked about a guy who didn't like women taking birth control

Because she'll piss it out and it'll end up in the tap water and then everyone will be drinking birth control

And we came to the conclusion that he just wants to be a dad so badly ✊️

Anyways

3rd period was fun, we're writing our own constitution and my friends and I are my teacher's prized group because we always make the projects fun

And now we're collaborating on a for fun storyline about a night school for Knights (because we had to design a school and we came up with: Knight of Bell; the Night School for Knights [18:00-00:00])

Anyways there's this chill guy Kjell who's always in my group and I'm just mentioning him because he's nice

Was late to my 4th, as always, today because I had to piss

Class went surprisingly well, I drew as per usual and worked on requests for my table mates because I mention commissions and they tell me no so a sketched easy request it is

Took the bus home and talked with another friend (she lives in my community) about the night school for Knights and the rival character

My sister picked me up from the bus stop, the dogs in tow, and we went around getting gummies and catching pokemon

I did some more writing for my story spirits of eden and then discussed with my mom possible shirt designs for our upcoming fundraiser (I'm going to Utah for our next next game maybe and since I'm already doing shirt work my parents think it'd be nice to use my art)

(In general also, if I want a shirt design my dad said he'd help me get what I need together)

Then I got nervous because all my art is sketchbook art and no real digital ones at the moment and I'd like to show actual art like everyone wants and I don't have much at the moment...

I asked my younger sister to help me with Mt laundry, then started a sketch of rukkadehvata (hope I spelt it right) and scheduled it for sometime saturday I think?

Around 7ish I started fixing my room; just putting my clothes away

All my siblings and both my parents were home so we gathered and decided to play fnaf 1 (we don't do this extremely often; it's always a treat when we get these nights together) and it was my turn at night 3

I didn't realize Freddy would move and my strategy did not account for him until I kept hearing his music and peeked at the stage

Only to find it

Completely empty

But I lived!

Freaking foxy jumped from phase 1 to 2 in under a second where I flipped the camera twice because I didn't get a good look the first time 😒😒😒

In between that I was playing sky with my wives, and the night will end with me in my room, drawing Rukka again

I did not call with one of my wives as I usually do; but all is well! Another time another time

I'll sleep in an hour

#gludgen answers! #anonymous #long post

[abyssalfreefall]

My Contributions for AyaSara Week 2023!

Hello! I swear I do come back here from time to time when I have something new, but anyway: I've written stories for AyaSara Week 2023!

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I learned about it from a friend who's a devoted AyaSara fan, and decided to tackle it with the additional challenge of writing the stories for each prompt(s) within one day without planning in advance. It's safe to say that I succeeded in that challenge and it was a lot of fun!

Anyway, without further ado: here are the goods.

The First Sparks of Courtship

Rating: General Audiences Prompt: Firsts / Soulmates Theme: Strangers to Lovers

"I… I know we have only ever spoken at official settings and that we had our fair share of disputes when it came to our servitude towards the Almighty Shogun and her vision of eternity, but…" Sara had to pause, as though to digest what she herself had just spilled between her lips. "I… I have a selfish request." "What is it?" Ayaka leaned forward, out of curiosity. "This… C-Can we be… Friends?!" "… Surely that was not the objective of your visit?" The Shirasagi Himegimi almost sounded disappointed, even to the obtuse general.

Unfair Elimination

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Prompts: Injuries / Sports / Angst Theme: Disability

Sara flipped the photo album to the next page. "See? The bruise never bled again!" "But you’re still getting bruised! Actually, why do you have so many pictures of your bruises?" The spread of black and purple and yellow left Ayaka feeling a little squeamish. "Are you a masochist, by any chance?" "N-No!" Sara leaned into her girlfriend's face for emphasis. "But... I do like-to-kiss?" Ayaka nearly snorted a chuckle at the silly pun, but she opted for an affirming peck on her girlfriend’s speckled nose instead. It crinkled when Sara made a goofy little grin.

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Sleeping Habits

Rating: General Audiences Prompts: Secret / Celebrity AU Theme: Married Life

Ayaka was the type who sometimes woke up in the middle of night, for no apparent reason. She used to find it rather inconvenient whenever she roused from sleep and found the room still shrouded in the night. However, this little quirk recently allowed her to discover a secret about her wife—the dashing, charming General of the Tenryou Commission: Kujou Sara was always cute, but in her sleep, she was criminally adorable.

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Prehistoric AyaSara

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Prompts: Arranged Marriage / Historical AU Theme: Crack Treated Seriously

The chaotic thumpering of a rampaging woolly mammoth signalled the start of a gruelling hunt. If Sara was successful, her tribe would never have to worry about meat again for as long as it would take a meandering infant to take her first baby steps. Sara hoped to be able to witness it for herself—the moment her child rises to her feet as she clings onto her mother’s hands—but, for now, she must focus on the hunt. A moment’s distraction could easily cost her her life, and Sara was determined not to let that happen. She would not be able to bear hearing Ayaka mourn over her death as her body returns into the earth, let alone force her to raise their child on her own. There was a limit to how much she would be willing to burden her tribespeople for making one fatal mistake. Sara would not let that happen, thus she was wholly prepared to make the kill. She had planned this for several moons, when she came across the mammoth lost and wandering along the winding river’s edge. It was very unusual to come across such a beast when the tundra was many mountains away, but she decided not to let the opportunity go to waste. Not when it was clear that the weary beast would not survive the sweltering climate for another few days. With several traps in place, and the uncountable bundle of arrows Ayaka had painstakingly assisted in crafting, the cavewoman raised her bow and aimed carefully, before making her first, crucial shot—and it hit the mark as intended, drawing an anguished trumpet that roared directly into her skull. It had daunted Sara, but she refused to back down.

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Ugly Duckling

Rating: General Audiences Prompts: Wings / Mythology, Moon / Confession Theme: Hurt/Comfort, Character Development, Acceptance

Albeit, the nickname Shirasagi Himegimi—or “White Heron Princess”, coined by her closed ones—was one that she had not yet fully taken to, despite the doting intentions behind it.

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Unconditional Love

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Prompts: Family / Domestic Theme: Married Life, Lazy Mornings, Romantic Fluff Content Warning: Menstruation (non-sexual, just an fyi for non-menstruators)

It took much effort, but Ayaka eventually pushed and pulled her limp body into the nook of Sara’s hunched torso—wrapping her arms around Sara’s back and resting her face into her wife's lovely chest—before sighing with some slight exhaustion. The movement and contact had slowly roused Sara from slumber. Once she had sufficiently awoken, the first thing she did was to ask Ayaka about her condition. “Mhm, just a little tired, but nothing to worry about,” Ayaka murmured sweetly with her voice slightly muffled, her voice higher pitched than usual. It made her a little bashful to realise the intimate position they were in. “You’ve helped me again with the, uhm…” The moment Sara realised what her wife was referring to, she swiftly swooped in to save her the embarrassment. “I have. Please don’t feel too uneasy, it’s only my duty as your wife to take care of you.” Ayaka could feel the vibrations of Sara's light, hearty chuckles, like the rumbling of distant thunder. The soothing effect they had was instantaneous.

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#genshin fanfic #ayasara #genshin ayaka #genshin sara #ayasara week 2023 #genshin impact #lots of fluff with a dash of angst #this post took me 1.5 hours to format properly help I'm going to cry why does ctrl-z delete everything

[xiaowhore]

blinded by stardust.

premise. keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

word count. 973.

note. ridiculously self-indulgent. i just wanted to write some sexual tension between an assassin and their commissioned target, man.

“A great blade you have.”

Sharp, stretching to a curved edge. It gleams ominously in the moonlight, draped in cold silver. Gloved fingers wrap around the hilt, tracing the carved patterns, curiously smoothing over embedded diamonds. A twinkle of interest rests in his eyes, but the scimitar doesn’t hold his attention for long—his gaze shifts to your figure, pinned beneath his grip.

“Unfortunate you never got to use it.”

Contempt blemishes your otherwise fair face, twisting to a scornful expression directed solely at his irritable attitude. Ayato feels a flash of sadistic joy at that, but dissatisfaction rolls off him in waves at the way you worry your lip with your teeth.

“Not very keen on responding?” A thumb presses down on your mouth, brushing the swell of your lip. The snarky reply at the tip of your tongue dies the moment he applies more pressure to the blade ghosting over your neck, a firm weight that threatens to cut you open.

You try your best to suppress a shudder when it digs further to your skin, one stroke away from drawing blood. He revels in your panic, your pride crumbling to dust and burnt to ashes; glows in delight knowing you’re pliant at his mercy, rippling in every delicate touch.

(More than he should, probably.)

“You know, I was quite flattered,” Ayato begins, eyes darkening when you squirm in futile attempts to escape. “You kept approaching me, bright-eyed and eager just to exchange pleasantries. I was under the assumption you were interested.”

He sighs in solemn contemplation, dismayed by the turn of events. “Though it seems you were only after my neck. I'd say I have far more attractive qualities than that.”

His voice takes on a cheery lilt as he moves closer, the tips of his hair tickling your cheek. Stiffening, you turn away, but that only prompts him to tilt your face in his direction, the edge of the blade beneath your chin.

“No need to play coy with me,” he reassures, a kind smile gracing his features. “You were so bold to invite yourself to my room tonight, after all.”

You twitch.

“Pardon the intrusion, my lord,” your words come out firm, less shaky than you expected them to be, “but with the way your door was left wide open, I presumed visitors were welcome.”

“Mhm. I figured it would spare you the time to sneak inside,” Ayato answers, all too merry for someone who anticipated an assassination. “It did save you the trouble, didn’t it?”

You smother the urge to grimace and take on a wry simper, “Truthfully, it wasn’t much of help. I would’ve preferred if you remained obedient and slept the night away like you were supposed to.”

“Oh? I didn’t take you for the kind to go for defenseless men.”

“You don't have to worry about that.” Too smug for someone held at knifepoint, you drawl, “Scheming men aren’t my type.”

“That’s a shame then.” He has the gall to look disappointed. “You were mine.”

Unconvinced, a chuckle bubbles out of your throat. “So you’re saying you treat people you like this way?”

“Do you have a problem with it?” Ayato cocks his head to the side questioningly.

“Even for someone like you, I thought you would be a little nicer.”

He laughs at that, breathy and quiet, the faint gust of air tickling your ear when he leans further down to stroke your cheek tenderly. “Thoma always did say I have a bad personality.”

His hand travels south, pressing on the column of your throat. “I want to be kind to the person I like,” he whispers softly, like a confession you aren’t supposed to hear. “But you’re so cute I want to bully you some more.”

Psychotic bastard, you think as the scimitar hovers above your skin. This is beyond bullying.

“You thought something rude about me just now, didn’t you?”

You avert your eyes. “I didn’t.”

He laughs again, dubious. “I’m not sure if you’re aware,” Ayato comments, tracing the line of your chin, “but you’re so awful at lying it's almost impressive.”

Before you can retort back, he cuts in, “It makes me want to believe you weren’t deceiving me the entire time.”

You dig your nails into the rumpled sheets, the mattress sinking with his weight. Swallowing, you measure the remaining distance placed between you and the sharp edge, pondering his reluctance to end this farce.

“Don’t you remember?” He hums, a chipper tone lacing his words. Like reminiscing a fond memory. “You gave me muffins before. You made them yourself. You said you wanted to know what I thought of them.”

To your bewilderment, he sets aside the scimitar, gently laying it down the bed. It sits a safe distance away.

You can try to run. Your hands are free, and the only threat that kept you immobilized was the sword. Ayato would probably let you, even though you doubted the credibility of his self-proclaimed affections earlier.

You don’t.

You stay right where he wants you.

“We were alone. Nobody would’ve known you came by. I ate those muffins, knowing the risk.” His free hand settles on your waist, but you hardly notice when you’re too immersed in the intensity of his gaze. “But you didn’t poison them at all.”

He leans down. Closer.

“You should know best why it's advised to keep smaller weapons. You conceal them until the target is vulnerable. Yet you brought a scimitar.”

Closer.

“Like you were trying to get me to notice you.”

Until your nose brushes against his, your lips separated by a hair’s breadth.

“Even now, you don’t push me away. Like you want to be caught.”

His eyes burn like embers, a smoldering flame that sears your very being.

“Can you tell me why?”

You don’t know the answer either.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin impact scenarios #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato kamisato x reader #ayato x reader #genshin x you #ayato x you

[imagineimpact]

Could i request Diluc angst oneshot where reader and him get into a big disagreement or argument where Diluc makes them cry and feel really bad about themself so they go and end up hanging out with Kaeya a bit much cause he offered to cheer reader up and Diluc won't apologize. until he see's his s/o hanging out with Kaeya

I actually wrote 2 different versions of the ending for this, but this is the one I decided to go with! If you want the more angsty version do let me know.

Anyway,

Harsh Words

Diluc x Reader

Screaming. Yelling that could be heard throughout the Dawn Winery residence late into the night, heard only by the maids, the night security, and perhaps a late worker or two.

And of course, by the two individuals who held the voices.

It was rather unusual for the two of you to be at odds; and, on the occasion in which you were, it wasn’t nearly to this degree.

But the two of you were outright screaming at each other. It wasn’t even about one thing anymore - it was everything. Whatever you had been arguing about had reached the point of irrelevance; It never should have reached this point and you knew that, but you were under fire and you couldn’t stop.

All you knew was that this was Diluc’s fault, and that you couldn’t take this kind of argument.

“If you just thought about your actions for once-”

You cut him off, “Oh don’t try me with that, you’re the one treating me like I’m an idiot and trying to control my-”

“If you had just listened for once and been less of a selfish bitch then I wouldn’t have to!”

His words had cut far deeper than either of you had expected, and you physically recoiled at the words, a sudden wave washing over you which forced tears from your eyes. The truth in his words was irrelevant - It felt true, even if it wasn’t.

You turn away from him. In spite of your state, he makes no move toward you. None, not even to give you the slightest feel of any comfort. You knew - he wanted the words to cut through you.

You go to the door and slip on your shoes, leaving the room as fast as you humanly could.

You can’t take this anymore.

But you don’t make it past the front door. As if by telepathy, Diluc has two of his night security waiting by the door in a stance showing you that they’re ready to make sure you don’t leave. They block your path, silent in their menace. When you turn around, only then do you notice Adelinde and Hille quietly staring at you. Diluc’s footsteps down the stairs are a slow horror, an even pace which served to only emphasize that feeling of dread; Very easily, this felt like the perfect time to be murdered.

The drawl of footsteps approach, yet cease a few meters away - he’s far too distant to do anything himself. His eyes lock on yours, quietly assessing you.

“Diluc, let me leave.” You hiss through streaming tears. You nearly choke on the tension in the air.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. His eyes don’t show any expression, show any remorse or guilt, or even happiness. Truly, there is nothing in his eyes.

“Let me make myself clear: You are not leaving this premises in the middle of the night. Do you understand me?”

“Not even slightly.”

Silence. His eyes flicker, the way they do when he sees an abyss mage, or when Kaeya makes a comment that goes a little too far - pure anger.

“Adelinde, fix up the guest room.”

“No need. I’ll be leaving now.” You scoff.

Diluc tilts his head, peering over you and towards his security as if to say ‘don’t you fucking dare let them through’.

Then another look, and you feel yourself being pushed into the house again, the slam of the doors behind you.

A wave of anger washes over you, and you can’t help the excess of tears that fall, harder now than they had been before.

Diluc holds his ground, staring at you silently. You shake your head and look away, not sure what to do with yourself. Their staring puts you in pure disarray.

“Adelinde.”

“Yes, sorry.” She mutters, bowing and taking her leave in the direction of the guest bedroom in order to prepare it for you.

When she’s gone, you shake your head. “I’m not going to be sleeping.”

“Then stay in your room. I don’t care.” He huffs, turning away and wandering back up the stairs, his footsteps seeming less menacing now.

The argument was done.

Your eyes catch a light outside the window, seeming to exist a far distance away. Maybe it was the fire of a hilichurl camp.

What time was it? Surely the sun would be up soon anyway.

Fine. You would leave then, no matter what.

When you got to your room, you actually did manage to sleep. Not nearly enough; An hour was nothing in the long run, but it was still just slightly enough to not feel entirely exhausted.

Still, the sun was up when you arose, and you lay in the bed, uncertain as to what would happen when you left the room.

If Diluc wasn’t going to apologise, you wanted nothing to do with him.

So, after a little while of resting, it was a surprise to hear a knock at the door. You were summoned to breakfast. Nearly the entire time, you and Diluc sat across from each other - an oddity indeed considering he would always insist that he wanted you seated beside him - this time, however, you were as far from his as possible within the confines of the seated table. The usually empty seat felt hard beneath you, not softened by an everyday presence. Your usual seat to his right - where your plate had been placed before you had taken it to where you were now - was empty.

Neither of you could look into each other’s eyes. The silence, broken only by the light clinks of cutlery, felt burdenous.

You expected him to say something, anything really. You could barely eat the food on your breakfast plate, and without any words, you didn’t feel all too comfortable anyway. You let out a quiet sigh and stood up, tucking in your chair and lifting your plate to take it back to the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Diluc’s voice was quiet but the harshness in it was unmistakable.

“I’m not hungry.” You looked down at the plate in your hands. “I’m going to Mondstadt.”

Diluc stood up suddenly, pushing back his chair and stepping close to you. The sudden movement caused you to shutter slightly, and he pulled back a bit. Still, he tore the plate from your hands and placed it on the table. “When you return, be ready to have a serious conversation.”

Oh.

You opened your mouth to speak, but then huffed and turned away. “Right. I’ll look forward to getting yelled at again.”

Diluc scoffed, “Stop acting like a petulant child.”

“I’m not doing this right now, Diluc.” Your feet are moving before you can even think about it. This time, as you approached the door, no one was there to stop you. You left with no present company to watch over you, and you knew that today was going to be a long, long day.

——

Mondstadt thrives with life, as per usual. Because of how bright and pleasant the place is, any spec of gloom is extremely obvious on a day like this.

You took to the adventurers guild to take some commissions. Maybe killing some hilichurls or slimes would take your mind off of it all, or maybe just delivering some needed materials to someone.

The entire time you had been speaking to Katheryn, you felt eyes watching you, but you didn’t want to make it obvious you knew. Alas, it was only moments later that you startled at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder.

“No need to be so surprised.” The familiar voice chuckles beside you.

“Good morning, Kaeya.” You let out a soft sigh, the exhaustion of the day before wearing into you. You thanked Katheryn and turned your attention to Kaeya. His eyebrows twitched and his expression shifted as he studied you.

“What happened?” He asks rather blatantly, eyes clouding over. “Was it Diluc?”

You took a deep breath. “Wanna join me for commissions?”

Kaeya scans your eyes. “As long as you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Come on.” You nod, wandering out of Mondstadt with him.

The slowly falling night brought you back to Mondstadt. You agreed to go to the tavern with Kaeya, a subtle kind of thank you for spending time with you today. It wasn’t like you were doing anything else anyway.

The tavern was already busy before you got there, people crowding around for a nights drink. You subconsciously step towards Kaeya as if shading yourself away from the crowded atmosphere and he is wary of your proximity. He draws you to his side, a friendly notion, and steps inside before you.

Charles waves at you both from behind the counter. Kaeya quickly orders a round of drinks and takes you to a table away from the bar.

“Hey, look who’s been dragged in.” Rosaria wanders over, quietly making soft chatter with you. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to spend some time together.

Kaeya eventually wanders away, grabbing your drinks and bringing them back over.

Time seemed to dwindle away, the mindless chatter with your friends giving you more than ample distraction from anything else that might have been happening.

“Master Diluc! Didn’t expect to see you here today.” Charles’ voice rings out.

Of course, that wasn’t going to last long.

You lift your head slightly, tensing up. Diluc is scanning the room, twisting his wrist lightly as he speaks quietly to Charles; The words miss you. You freeze as your eyes lock. For just a moment you’re caught in that discerning gaze before he nods at you and turns back to talk to Charles. Kaeya draws your attention back away, and you slip back into your conversation, not wanting to deal with anything else.

“I’ll get another round.” Rosaria gets up and makes her way through the tavern, leaning over the bar and making another order for the table.

“How many are we on?” You ask, already flushed from the… how many glasses had you even had?

“Five.” Kaeya laughs, leaning on your shoulder. “But now that the killjoy’s here, he’ll stop us from having our well-earned fun.”

“I heard that.” Diluc scoffed, passing by you.

“Good.” Kaeya wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, more out of a delicate affection than anything else. Diluc’s eyes narrow at his brother, who just laughs in response.

“Get your hands off of-“

“Oh don’t worry, brother. I would never keep them somewhere they don’t want to be.” Kaeya mocks. “You, on the other hand, can’t say the same.” Even with his words, he loosens his hold on you and leans back a bit.

Rosaria returns with your round, greeting Diluc casually as she slips back into her seat. Your pissed off boyfriend wanders away back to his work.

It clicks in your hazy mind that the only reason he’s here is likely because you are. You laugh at the thought, then clink your tankard to the group and drink.

—

As the evening wears down, many people in the bar until it’s pretty much only your group and a few others left there. Diluc lets out a soft sigh as he watches you, trying to soften that jealous pounding of his heart. He takes a sip of his own drink - apple cider, of course. He could never slam back drinks the way that your group currently were. Where had the hours gone?

Oh, no. How many drinks had you had? Whatever was next, he swore to himself that he would make sure that it was watered down. At this rate, you were pretty much welcoming alcohol poisoning with open arms.

Kaeya, wobbly as ever, decides to be the one to approach the bar this time (mostly because Rosaria was leaning against the table, head folded into her arms as she groaned). Diluc shook his head. “No, no. The three of you will drink this whole tavern dry if I don’t stop you.”

“Oh, I’m not here to get any more.” He leans on the countertop. “I just want to know what the hell you did.” Kaeya motions over to you. You’re just giggling at Rosaria’s complaining, leaning over and patting her on the head.

“I’m not talking to you about this.” Diluc leans back, crossing his arms stubbornly.

“Suit yourself.” He straights up. “I should probably get her out of here before you say something stupid.”

“I’m not going to be saying anything stupid.” Diluc shakes his head, looking over the list of all the drinks you’ve had this evening. “You’re all wasted.”

“And yet, you haven’t said last call.”

Seemingly to spite him, DIluc immediately does. He signals over to Charles to round up the remaining people. He knew to leave you last.

Kaeya’s laugh is enough to haunt him. “You make this right, Diluc.” He runs his finger over the counter. “Otherwise I will.”

“Get out of my sight.”

The cavalry captain laughs again, then wanders over to your table. He practically drags Rosaria back up, but she pushes away from him and made her own way to the counter - always a good spirit, she paid for her own portion of drinks and left. Being a nun, she probably didn’t need to use the money elsewhere.

Kaeya was two steps away from just carrying you out the door, but through his drunk mind he finds the clarity to understand just how absolutely inappropriate that would be to do, especially in front of Diluc. Alas, you lean on his shoulder as he assists your steps.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Diluc’s voice calls out, as if to stop you both.

“Usual billing.” Kaeya calls back.

“No, no.” You both look back at him. He shifts on his feet, eyes locking with yours. “I’ll be damned if you go home with him.”

“Then damned you are.” You roll your eyes, turning away.

He calls your name softly. “Step away from him. Come here.”

You take a deep breath. “I am so glad I don’t have to remember any of this.”

Diluc places a glass of water in front of you. “Drink this. You wreak of alcohol.”

“And you wreak of your hatred.” You sit down in front of him, knowing that it wasn’t about to get better.

Diluc’s eyes flicker up to Kaeya. “Get out.”

“Not happening.”

“Kaeya, this doesn’t concern you.”

“Their safety is more than enough concern.”

“It’s alright, Kaeya, just wait outside.” You pipe in, not wanting even more stress.

Kaeya agrees, quietly slipping out the door. Charles is told to escort him away, an act which may have varying success.

Either way, you sat in front of Diluc, not sure what exactly to say to him.

“I’m tired, Diluc. I’m tired of this. I can’t put up with-“

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out, interrupting you. “Please, hear me out.”

“I’m not going to remember-“

“Then I’ll tell you again when you will.” He leans over the counter, not wanting to be apart from you. He calls your name again, as if to hold your attention, “Can we talk about this?”

“I think we talked about this already.” You groan. “Yesterday, plenty of yelling. The Maids and guards can confirm.”

Diluc takes a long breath out. You lift the glass of water and take an even longer sip.

Maybe the barrier of the counter between you made you feel better. But, as tears sprung to your eyes, you felt so, so much worse.

“Do you hate me?” You ask, your voice squeaking. “Do you want to break up with me.”

“No, Y/N.” He reaches for your hands, but you had pushed your stool too far away from him beforehand that he couldn’t. He circles around the bar and gently grabs both of your hands, soft enough in his hold for you to be able to pull away. “Don’t ever say that. I love you.”

“Then, why?” You sob, turning your face away from him, hands still in his. “Why did you yell at me? Why wouldn’t you talk to me this morning?”

“I…“ Diluc stops himself, taking a deep breath. “I was angry. We were both angry.” He shifts, pulling out a stool and sitting in front of you. “I wasn’t acting rationally.”

“When you said you wanted to talk this morning, what were you going to say?”

Diluc hesitates, gripping your hands just a little bit harder. “I was going to ask… I was going to ask if you were happy.” He admitted, quietly. “But I can’t do that. I can’t put you through that.”

You tug him toward you, pulling his hands close to your face. “Why would you say that? I love you.” You sob into his soft skin.

He takes his hands away from your gently, slipping them around your waist and pulling you close to him, into his lap. He tightens his grip. “I’m sorry.” He repeats. “I’m so sorry. I never want you to cry.” He feels his heartbeat heavily in his chest, a distraught washing over him. “Don’t ever destroy yourself like this again.” He runs a hand over your back.

You don’t say anything. You’re way too drunk for many more coherent thoughts to pass your lips. You lift your head and plant a soft kiss on his cheek, and he softly kisses your forehead, pulling you back to his chest so that you don’t try to kiss him anymore - He wasn’t about to let that happen, you were far too drunk.

Diluc was ashamed of his thoughts. His guilt, rising only when he saw you in the present company of his brother, showing affection and finding comfort anywhere except for him. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, nor to you, but as you cried into his shoulder, he couldn’t help the wave of disappointment in himself that washed over. Why could he never be there for the people who needed him most?

“Come on, finish your water, let’s get you home.” He insists, though he holds you tightly still until you stir.

You take the water, sipping it with a slight indignance. He would have to apologize to you again in the morning, but he would do anything to get you to trust him again.

(Part 2 here)

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[dourpeep]

Happy Father's Day! Enjoy a sweet little thing I whipped up in celebration :>>

Thank you to @the-mermaid-of-mondstadt for the name suggestion for Kazuha's son-

A Reason for Dreaming

Summary: A celebration, not just of fatherhood, but the little things that led to this lovely day spent with his wife and child.

Contains: Kazuha x afab!Reader, fluff, father's day, meet cute, domesticity, having a child together, Reader is Traveler but not Aether or Lumine

A little boy with ruby eyes and a smile brighter than the sun runs over to you clutching a large leaf. It’s green, picked fresh from a tree, no doubt.

He holds it in his small hands, arms sticking straight out towards your face.

“Oh? What are you doing, love? Having fun?”

“Look!”

He presses it, hard, to his face and blows, cheeks chubby with the effort. Apart from the pbbbbt that erupts, no sound comes out. But the toddler looks up proudly regardless.

“Papa did that—”

A soft chuckle comes from behind you, your husband kneeling besides him with his hand out and palm upturned.

“Let me show you again, Natsume.”

It’s a beautiful summery day with the breeze making the leaves in the nearby trees dance, the clouds slowly rolling along the endlessly blue sky. Perfect for a picnic. So you, your husband, and little sprout found a lovely area tucked over by the shore of a lake.

Spread beneath a shady spot, you sit on a large mat woven from rice straw. You pat its smooth surface, and Kazuha takes a seat, soon joined by Natsume’s hurried steps.

In his hands is another leaf.

“Here, like this.” He shifts, sitting with one knee propping up his elbow, carefully holding his leaf against his lips. With it in position, he blows and it produces a high-pitched whistle. He pulls it away and laughs as your son tries the same. Once again, it doesn’t seem to work, but Kazuha leans to press a kiss to his hair.

“I think you almost did it that time.”

When the leaves are finally set to the side due to the demands of rumbling stomachs, Kazuha lays down against the mat and watches the clouds.

He never thought he’d be able to experience this, considering his life as a wanted man, constantly running and wondering where each day will take him. The life that he led was hardly fitting for a family, yet…here he was. His eyes close, the sounds of Natusme’s laugh and the smile in your voice making his chest flutter.

It’s been a while since he first met you.

A strange traveler from a distant land, unable to return—not unlike himself.

You had run across him one evening while he napped beneath a tree, the sun pleasantly warm on his skin and the weariness he felt calling for a break. A shuffle and a concerned noise caught his attention, and he opened his eyes to see you.

Relief flooded your features to see that the man was alright, the bandages that covered his hand worrying.

Before either of you realized it, a few days of travelling with you turned to months. It’s funny how much you made him realize he missed this sort of close companionship; one he seldom had when travelling over land.

Slipping into a comfortable routine felt natural, just as it was to take a moment’s rest on a nice day or shelter during a storm.

Getting ready for the night, gazing up at the stars beside you or the early mornings where he’d awake to the breeze tickling his cheek and you still sound asleep with a leaf nestled in your hair. These little moments compiled and formed a bond unlike any other he’s known.

He had fallen in love.

So imagine his surprise when you confessed to him on night, looking out towards the ocean somewhere between Liyue and Mondstadt.

You shared your first kiss together, with the moon and stars as witness.

But nothing really changes much between you apart from the way you seem to cuddle closer to him at night and the way that his hand instinctively finds yours.

Soon, you met with a dear friend from Liyue, a mysterious old woman that Kazuha couldn’t help but wonder about. She gave you something, kindness in her eyes and you accepted it quickly.

Not wanting to intrude on the conversation, Kazuha kept to the side. Not that it stopped you from gesturing him over to view it.

A teapot, golden in color and rather large.

Imagine his surprise when you take his hand in yours, squeezing it as the world suddenly faded away.

He hadn’t known a home since his abrupt departure of Inazuma and the countless months of life spent sailing with the Crux…and although he still expected that he’d one day leave whether it was by choice or to protect you, he helped.

Chopping wood, building furnishings, carefully placing each one just right within the realm—until you had a lovely home you could return to at a moment’s notice.

The ache in his chest began to grow, the wish to stay with you only making the idea of leaving harder. Then, he surprised himself when he realized that he quickly settled into domesticity. A quiet question that he asked after a long day, muscles aching after a difficult and long commission, Kazuha inquired if you’d like to go back home.

Your eyes lit up when he said that, and though his cheeks grew warm at the slip, he’d begun to accept the idea of it.

His favorite part of this new way of life would be that there was no longer the worry of shelter, nor of safety. If you were to ask him, that is. Otherwise, it’d be the ability to see you with your messy hair and eyes heavy while you fought the sleep that would undoubtedly come. Maybe even the way that you always seem to hover when he’s in the kitchen making a meal for the two of you, curious and eager to steal a taste.

Even as straightforward as he is, Kazuha wanted to keep this little secret to himself—just for a moment longer.

Some time later, while walking around Liyue, you took up a commission posted by a few children who frequented the harbor. He watched as you played pirates, holding out a toy sword and exclaiming. The children quickly reprimand you, making you laugh because of course, of course, they meant the good kind of pirate.

You presented them with a little gift of apology, producing fresh lotus heads as a snack with a flourish.

For a brief fraction of a moment, a thought crossed his mind.

It didn’t return until one night when you two were already half asleep in bed. He thought of how he’s become used to this strangely normal life—one where he was free to travel all Teyvat yet still have a home to return to and you right beside him. He no longer had to worry for your safety as well, having proven your abilities time and time again.

It was safe. This life with you was safe. And he was so deeply in love with you just as you were with him so perhaps…

That night, he turned to you, resolute.

When he first held the little bundle in his arms, there returned that little flutter, the warmth in his chest he felt whenever he was with you. Always so sincere and expressive, believing fully that each moment should be treated with just as much importance as the last, he cried.

A smile on his lips, tears streaming over his cheeks.

To think something like this—a home, a spouse, a family—could be his as well. After so much hardship and loss…

You must’ve blessed him.

Kazuha opens his eyes to view the sky. But it’s blocked by two familiar silhouettes.

“Ah, we didn’t mean to wake you…” A leaf falls on his nose and Natsume giggles and throws himself over his chest. With the air knocked from his lungs, the man feigns distress and draws another fit of laughter from the toddler.

“So…many…regrets…”

Laying limply, a red eye opens to peek at you before closing right back while he plays dead. But the feel of insistent little pats to his cheek makes him spring up, arms squeezing around his son and an exclamation accompanying his attack.

“Got you—!”

The wind blows gently, rustling the leaves of the big tree above you, carrying the peals of delighted laughter with it. So Kazuha watches as Natsume chases after a stray falling leaf, comfortable in the little world that the two of you have created together, enjoying a beautiful day outside in celebration of this life that’s found him despite the odds.

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[sashi-ya]

Hi babes! This is a commission I gladly wrote for my babe @kwnblack 💖. She kindly gave me permission to post it. It is based on the drawings Oda did some time ago about how some of the characters would look at 40 and 60! So here it is a story featuring 40 & 60 y/o Sabo. Hope you enjoy! ~

tw: NSFW. Death of a character. Slavery. My idea of "the ultimate war" Oda said it would happen. Fluff. Angst. Smut: fingering, oral, passionate & needy vag sex.

wc: 3.2k ~

An orange light filters through the corridors of your cell, you can smell burning wood. People shouting, desperately running, something is catching fire. And you are locked…. And of course no one is gonna come and rescue someone like you, they don’t even think you are a person. You are less than a human being for them.

You are a slave, soon to be sold to those demons… “the Celestial Dragons”.

“Well I think it is better to die here than to be a slave” you think. You are ready to die even if you haven’t been alive for less than 2 decades. You’ve been training yourself for it for so long. This looks exactly like a good way to escape; even if it meant to end this horrendous life, you were going to be free after all.

But, soon you learned a fire was indeed giving you freedom, yet not in the way you thought…

“Ryū no Kagizume!”

Golden locks, a red scar covering his left eye, a strange way to put his fingers into a claw covered in black. A man in his forties in front of your cell wearing a fancy outfit, a man that looks as handsome as threatening. He uses the claw to break the prison bars just enough for you to escape.

“Let’s go!” he shouts, lending you a hand. “No” you deny, you are not going anywhere. You will die there. “Trust me, I’ve come to save you!”.

But you don’t move. You don’t trust anyone, What if he is like the others? What if he is lying just like those who locked you up in here?... Plus, what about the collar? the moment you move out of the place it will explode. But smoke is rising as the fire consumes every molecule of oxygen available. You feel dizzy as air is replaced by smoke into your lungs and slowly your consciousness is gone.

“These damn collars” he grunts. You feel a soft hand grazing your neck as consciousness is slowly back, the tickling sound of the metallic bomb around your neck announcing it is the end for you, and the golden wavy locks of him covering his face as he tries to get rid of it. “Done!” he shouts as he runs away from the flames with you in arms. In between your dizziness you are able to hear the exploding effect of it behind your back…

Am I free?...

-…-

Some days have passed since you and a whole lot of other slaves have been freed, the RA has set up a camp where all of the injured people could get treated, as well as some members helping them to return to their homes. You, still unable to fully trust in them slowly but surely started helping them once you were recovered. But you savior was nowhere to be seen, and you really wanted to thank him for helping you. You asked many times to the members of the army who he was and kept getting the same answer “Oh it must have been our Chief of Staff, Sabo!”...

The night came and after helping Koala and Inazuma with the food, you decided to take some air outside one of the big tents where everybody eats.

The moon has a special red tint over it, it looks exactly like if it was on fire tonight. You get a little lost in the beauty of it while repeating “Sabo…”. You are getting obsessed; you really want to thank him or perhaps is it anything else?.

A warm gloved hand suddenly touches your shoulder. You jump scared until you hear that soothing voice, a man older than you is behind you. The man you’ve been wanting to talk to since your rescue. “Were you calling me?”.

You choke with your own words; he is wearing a black top hat with a pair of goggles wrapped around them and a fancy outfit that ironically resembles what nobles wear. “Sabo?” you ask. “Uhum! I’m really glad you are all right!” he says, a big smile wrinkling a red scar around his eyes.

You move to stand up, and he instantly lends you a hand to help you. The leather glove against your palm grazes it so softly while pulling from you up. You finally stand in front of him. Fixing your clothes and brushing inexistent crumbles from your skirt, you gather the courage to say something.

“Sir, thank you so much for saving my life. I owe you an apology for not trusting” you say, bending forward. “You don’t have to thank me nor say sorry. It’s me who is deeply sorry for not being able to rescue you sooner. It’s ok now, you know? You are gonna come back home!”.

But you have no home.

“Yeah, about that…” you mumble. Sabo takes his hat off and fixes his sight to the ground, apparently he understands you really well. “Well, then join us! Now, let’s go, this town is celebrating the Red Moon Festival!” he suggests with a smile brighter than the moon.

And that’s exactly what you did.

-…-

A couple of years have passed since that day, each day meant a new opportunity in life. You mastered the art of the Gyojin Karate next to Koala and Hack. Ivankov teach you the Okama Kenpo style. You learned about politics and as every member you swear to set the world free from the nobles would be your ultimate goal.

Of course, each night before sleeping you thought about him. About your hero. About Sabo. Every night you closed your eyes imagining how much you would give just to be sleeping at his side, to be able to kiss his scar. Sabo is way older than you, but that didn’t stop you from slowly falling in love with him. Yet, even if your love grew stronger each day you kept it enclosed into a deep, deep place in your heart. And everything was all right, as long as Sabo would stay on your side.

Until that day...

“Supreme Commander of the Revolutionary Army, Monkey D. Dragon has been killed in battle. Sabo, his Chief of Staff is MIA”.

The old Supreme Commander, Monkey D. Dragon has finally perished after fighting against one of the new armaments from the World Government. Meanwhile Sabo has disappeared after being seen protecting his sworn brother, the dangerous King of Pirates and son of Dragon, Mugiwara no Luffy. Marines say they are trying to locate them but they are still involved in the war so it will take time.

Your legs turn weak, the newspaper falls to the ground. Unable to speak, tears flow from your eyes to the wooden table in front of you. As much as you wanted to participate in the “Last War”, Sabo prohibited you from taking part in it. He felt somehow responsible for your wellbeing, so you were absolutely not taking any risk on it.

You replay your memories on and on hearing him saying “Little sis I’ll be back! Don’t worry, ok?” watching him leave with your commander, leaving the coast of your headquarters, waving at you from Dragon’s ship.

Around you, total chaos. The few members of the RA are desperately trying to check if that’s one of the usual lies of the WEJ. Den den mushis ringing that you can’t even answer. You are destroyed, Sabo, the man you love the most is nowhere to be found…

Life turned into a mess from then on, the army was almost dissolved. There were no leaders, there was no power. Those dreams of freedom weren’t important anymore. But you all managed to survive, and slowly but surely you recovered… Yet your heart, your heart could never forget him because Sabo never returned. You spent twenty years of your life thinking about what could have happened to him, mainly because they were never able to find his body, nor they had any clue where he might have gone.

-…-

20 years later… Festival of the Red Moon.

On the streets you could only hear chatter and happiness. Children run with caramelized apples in his hands and music blasting happily all around. The moon of course has once again that red tint that made it look like fire, and you can’t help but remember him. The festival brings back memories from that night, and even if you were going to marry another man you haven’t been able to forget about him.

Looking at the big moon above you, once again, an almost inaudible “Sabo” escapes your mouth in a sigh. But this time there was no glove touching your shoulder… instead a mysterious person, hiding under a green cape, took your hand all of a sudden.

“Follow me” he whispers. You shiver, but you don’t get scared at all. Somehow the touch of his gloved hand felt… familiar.

You walk through the busy streets following the stranger that pulls gently from your hand. You aren’t able to see his face, a wavy almost gray lock is the only thing you can see from him under the hood. You know you would put him down with a simple kick, so you are not afraid at all. You two walk up to a less crowded place, “I think we will be ok in here” he whispers.

The man turns around and faces you, the slight red shine of the moon is barely enough to illuminate mature facial features. He takes his time to take his hood off and as he does, he reveals a scar absolutely impossible to forget.

“Sabo…” you gasp in awe. At this point you think you are dreaming. You take your time to scan each part of his countenance. He has become older, more wrinkled, his hair is no longer covering his face and it’s almost white. His eyes look tired, and yet they look the same to you. His precious eyes still hold the same flame you remember since the day he saved your life.

“Sabo, Sabo!” you shout, hugging him tightly. He giggles and hugs you back, placing his chin over the crown of your head. “Little Sis, I’m really sorry… it took me so long and I became an old man, but I’m here again”. You bury your head onto his chest, he is wearing an opened shirt, no more ruffled cravats for him. You get drunk with the scent of his skin; the many many years weren’t able to erase it from your memories. Burnt caramel candy scent, to be precise, the smell his skin apparently got when he ate the Mera Mera no mi as he told you one of those nights under the moon.

“Sabo, are you… are you real? Is this a dream? Where have you been? It’s been 20 years” you ask, nuzzled in his flesh. “It’s not a dream, sis. I’m here. You have grown up a lot” he whispers, rubbing your back.

You are a grown-up woman, it’s true. And you’ve had enough...

“Don’t call me sis, Sabo” you firmly say. He looks at you surprised; he has always called you like that. You were his little sister; when he rescued you, you were really young, young enough to be her daughter. “How do you want me to call you then?” he asks, worried.

Hands on his chest, looking up with the tip of your nose so close to his chin, eyes fixed on his. “By my name, I want you to call me by my name” you whisper.

“Name…” he whispers, short of breath as your breasts are pressed against his thorax. You close your eyes; he hasn’t changed a thing. His voice may sound a little lower, but he is still the same and he will always be. Even hotter, perhaps.

Gently, slowly but surely you get on tippy toes. Your mouth reaches his. Sabo doesn’t even breathe; he is simply observing your sudden outburst of craziness. Lips almost touching, he has the chance to move… but he doesn’t. And little by little, as your mouths encounter, he closes his eyes.

The first kiss, a so delayed kiss… more than twenty years melted into a passionate one. He whispers your name in between soft moaning; you do the same while his hands get you from your hips.

“Let’s go, (Name)”

Both of you run, as if you were teenagers in love, through the crowded streets of your town. Him pulling you from your hand, you follow him smiling. You don’t even care if anyone would see you, and apparently neither does Sabo. His green cape flows with the wind and dances with your skirt.

A love hotel awaits in front of you two. With no hesitation you enter, giggling, happy.

There is absolutely no waiting, no shame, nothing. Sabo pounces on you, lifting you up by your waist immediately after closing the door. You pass your legs around him as your tongues play with each other. So many years, you needed this, you’ve dreamt with this moment for so long…

and it’s finally here. Sabo is gonna make love to you.

Collapsing in bed, the both of you fix your eyes. His strong arms at each side of your face. Your legs spread so he could fit in between them. The man smiles, silvery strands of hair mixed with golden ones softly fall at each side of his face like the old times. But as sexy as always. “I didn’t forget this smile, Chief” you utter, caressing his cheek with just one finger.

He sighs. “I missed you…” he whispers back, kissing the tip of your nose. He still wears his gloves. Gloves he takes off before grazing your skin. It feels warm, his palms feel warm. Hot like the fire that set you free. You press your cheek against his hand, oh how much you needed this.

“Are you sure about this, sis… I mean, (Name)?” he asks, worried. “Never been so sure in my life, been waiting for this for so long” you desperately tell him. You are desperate for his love, for his touch. So many nights dreaming about this, your heart beating faster with every second it passes.

And once again, his lips melt with yours. Passionate kissing session that leaves you breathless as he slides your clothes off. “Your body… you are so perfect” he mumbles, muzzled by your necessitous mouth. His lips abandon yours to trace a path from your chin, slowly down, leaving marks and pecks all over your flesh. Sabo slowly loses his calmness and kindness. You’ve always known something else was hiding behind that sweet man.

Your breasts squeezed by his warm hands as he kisses your belly. He traces circles with the tip of tongue around your belly button and even lower. Teeth that pull from the little string of your underwear, nose pressed against your skin, breathing your body scent; the perfume of pure lust and need your burning skin emanates.

And his mouth never stops going down. Sex exposed completely before him; he relishes at such delicious banquet. Placing a chaste peck over your entrance, he stands up just to take his shirt off. The cloth falls to the carpet, exposing his naked torso. Several wounds all scattered around his milky white skin, a burn that seems to continue the one he has on his eye from his left collar bone to his pectorals. Mature body so sexy and trained, the perfection only ageing could make you achieve.

“Do me, Chief” you whine, with sloppy eyelids and your forearms pressing together your breasts, so tempting for him. “(Name) I wanna make you mine… after all this time, fire still burns” he repeats on and on. Your eyes travel to his crotch just to confirm what you’ve always wanted to see; tenting trousers that get stretched by the size of his growing erection.

He pounces once again over you, his tongue ready to devour your sex. Mixed with the fantastic oral skills, as he sucks your clit and you squirm in pleasure, Sabo adds one finger. And then two… and a third one. Your hips move against them, needy for more as he goes in and out with a beckoning motion hitting your g spot so good.

And he goes faster and harder, climax is near, you are sure of this. But you need him inside, now. You can’t wait any longer… Now Sabo. Now.

“Fuck me Sabo, please” you beg. He quickly stands up, unbuckling his belt, black pants fall to the ground. There is absolutely no time for taking them off completely, as they get tangled on one of his ankles. Your feet reach the elastic of his boxers while he bends over you, your toes pull from it and slide it down. Hard, erect, big, dripping.

“I was afraid my body wouldn’t be able to…” he mumbles as his erection grazes your femininity. “But, you have always had that effect on me, sis” he says, smiling lasciviously. You bite your lip, ready to receive him inside. And just alone his dick searches for your entrance, penetrating you so deep while your legs snake around his waist pressing him against your body.

So deep he goes, you arch your back, unable to process Sabo is finally making love to you. Your chief, Sabo. The man you love, the man who saved you. He feels so warm inside you, stretching your walls. You throw your head back, him biting hard on your neck. “Mine” he whispers. “Yours” you moan.

“Yours, always been yours” you whine, kissing the scar on his eye.

Your nails carve his back as he moves faster, harder, violently in and out of you. Foreheads pressed; eyes full of tears. You almost cry, he almost does it too. “I needed you so much, why did you leave me?”. “I’m sorry, (Name)... I needed you so much too, I’m sorry”.

Pure love, pure desire. Pure lust.

“Sabo, I've been in love with you since the very night I met you. I love you! I love you so, so much!” An honest revelation during such intimacy, fingers interlocked as you are reaching climax.

“I love you too, (Name). After all these years…I’ve always loved you since the very first time I took you in my arms".

Ecstasy, bursting into paradise. Coming together, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. Nothing else mattered, nothing else.

Freedom and revolution.

Both escaped together, far, far away. There was so much time you had to recuperate… ❤~

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[marauderundercover]

Taking Chances Ch. 22: Petrichor and Bibliosmia (Library/books)

AO3

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Marinette frowned at the rain outside of her window. She had wanted to go to the botanical gardens with Harley and Ivy today. But with the rain, both women decided it would be better to just reschedule. They didn’t want her to get sick. Which, to be fair, was sweet. But still upsetting because she really wanted to go to the gardens. She’d planned on using the plants as inspiration to make something for Ivy.

“Tikki, I’m bored.” She says, looking at her smallest friend. Tikki just looks at her.

“You’ve been stuck inside because of the weather before, Marinette. Why don’t you design?” Tikki suggests. Marinette huffs, flopping back down onto the cushioned window seat.

“But there’s nothing inspiring in my room, Tikki.” She mumbles, before shooting back up. “Do you think any of the boys are here?” She asks.

“Only one way to find out!” Tikki says with a smile, obviously relieved to have avoided any more whining from Marinette. She jumps up, throwing one of Dick’s old hoodies on over her t-shirt. She’d always gotten cold easily, and becoming the holder of the Ladybug Miraculous didn’t help. That, and the manor was cold on a good day- it would probably be freezing with how bad the weather was. She slides down the banister, knowing her Dad was at work and couldn’t yell at her.

“Miss Marinette, if you insist on behaving like your brothers, I will have to resort to treating you like your brothers.” Alfred says with raised eyebrows. But she can sense the smile wanting to break through. She just grins apologetically.

“Sorry, Alfred.” She says. “Speaking of my brothers, are any of them here right now?” She asks. If they’re not, she could probably convince Alfred to bake something with her. As long as she promises not to slide down the banister again.

“I believe Master Jason is in the library. Masters Dick and Damian are in the gym and Master Tim is at Wayne Enterprises with your father.” He says and she hums, thinking. She could go do some training with Dick and Damian, or she could go sit and sketch in the library with Jason.

“Thanks Alfred!” She says, giving him a wide smile before turning and walking down one of the many halls. She glances in open doors as she walks. Despite having lived here for nearly a month, she still got lost going anywhere other than her room, the dining room, the kitchen, and the Batcave. They were kind of the places she’d gone the most. She could also easily find her dad’s study and the main sitting room, most of the time. But the library wasn’t really a place she’d spent a lot of time in. And while she loved Dick and Damian, she also knew that they hadn’t gotten time to hang out just the two of them in a while. She’d talked to Dick before, about how when their dad was missing, he was basically Damian’s father. She knew that bonds like that didn’t just go away, knew that neither boy wanted it to. So she figured she’d just annoy Jay instead of barging in on the others’ bonding time.

Finally finding the library, she grins. Pushing the cracked door open a little more, she moves into the room, jaw dropping. The floor to ceiling bookshelves were packed. There were huge overstuffed couches, and the large windows had window seats attached- perfect little reading nooks. Quickly making a mental note to come to the library more, she starts to search for Jay. She knew he had to be in here. Alfred is never wrong. She grins when she spots him, sitting in what looked like an insanely uncomfortable position, but one she knew from experience was the best.

“Whatchya reading?” She asks, walking over and getting comfortable on the couch next to him.

“<i>Pride and Prejudice<i>.” He says, continuing reading for a moment before putting a little scrap of paper in the book and shutting it. “What’s up, Pixie Pop?” He asks, looking at her with a grin. Marinette sighs dramatically and moves so that she’s upside down on the couch.

“It’s raining. And I was supposed to go to the gardens with Ivy and Harley but they canceled because of my ‘health’ and they were ‘concerned’.” She says with a pout.

“And you decided the library was the best place to curb your boredom? No offense kid, but you don’t seem like the type to read.” He says and she huffs.

“I like books! It’s just-” She pauses, remembering the way Lila had teased her for it back in Paris. Her classmates hadn’t joined in, not really. They’d just agreed that she was a little odd.

“You okay, Pix?” Jason asks, his earlier grin replaced with a slightly concerned look. Marinette winces and nods.

“Yeah it’s- I can read. I swear I can. But when I’m looking at a book, or an article or anything with a lot of text, it gets hard to pick out the pieces. Things just kind of swirl together and then I can’t decode it and I get frustrated and just stop reading. It sucks, ‘cause I do like books. I listen to audiobooks while doing commissions.” She rambles, stopping and turning red. Though that may be from hanging upside down on the couch. Sighing, she sits up and shrugs. “Sorry I’m so weird.” She says. Jason’s face morphs into a scowl.

“Just ‘cause you learn differently doesn’t mean you’re weird, kid. Just means you’ve got your own style. Don’t let any of those little shits you go to school with tell you differently.” He says, reaching out and ruffling her hair. She smiles at him, a genuine happy smile. She was so relieved that he didn’t think she was weird. Or stupid. Lila had thrown that word around. That one hurt. Marinette prided herself on her quick thinking and cleverness. And her grades. They were some of the best in the class! So for Lila to call her stupid…

“Pixie.” Jason says, drawing the nickname out in a sing-song voice. She looks at him and raises an eyebrow. “You were zoned out, kid. So, was there something ya wanna do?” He asks. Marinette glances down at the book in his hand and frowns.

“I don’t wanna keep you from reading. I can just sit in here with you. I’ll probably end up grabbing my sketchbook.” She says. Jason waves in a ‘no big deal’ motion.

“I’ve read this book a million times.” He reassures her. She glances at the cover again, realizing it’s not one she’s really heard much about before.

“What’s it about?” She asks. “I’ve never read it.” Jay’s face morphs into a huge grin.

“You said you like listening to books, right?” He asks. She nods. “Well, then settle in because I’m going to read to you.” He says proudly with a grin.

“Oh, you really don’t-” She tries to say. She didn’t want to make him read to her. That was not-

“Oh but I want to.” He says, effectively cutting off her mental ramble before she can complete her meltdown. “Listen Pix, this is one of my favorite books. If you go listen to some dumb audio book, you won’t get my commentary. Trust me, this is the best way for you to read the book.” He says and she snorts, shaking her head lightly.

“Okay, Jay, let’s read a book.”

---

Finally arriving home after being stuck at the office, Bruce sets off to find his daughter. Since his apology a few days ago, he’d attempted to make an effort to check in on her and see how she was doing. He tried to also do the same with the boys, but they had all given him odd looks, so he didn’t continue. He checks her room, the Batcave, the sitting room- nothing. He finally decides to check the kitchen. If he had to guess, she’d be there baking with Alfred. He walks in and sees Alfred, but no Marinette.

“Good evening, Alfred. Have you seen Marinette?” Bruce asks, silently hoping she hadn’t left the planet again.

“I believe she’s in the library with Master Jason.” Alfred says and Bruce blinks in surprise. He’d never seen her read a book before, while Jason always had a book on him. He supposed it could be a hobby of hers that he just hasn’t noticed. Or, she could have just followed Jason. Which seems more likely. The two of them were all but attached at the hip ever since the Gala. It was surprising, but at the same time welcoming. Thanking Alfred quickly, he walks towards the library. He’d just say hi and leave. No need to make them stop reading if they were having fun. Gently pushing open the library door he walks in and pauses at the sight. Marinette had wrapped herself in a blanket and was almost sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning forward with an intense look of concentration on her face. Jason had his legs swung over the arm of the couch and was reading out loud. Immediately recognizing the book as Jason’s favorite, Bruce slowly leaves the library, careful not to let the door slam. He’d have the chance to talk to Marinette later, but for now, he’d let the two continue reading in peace.

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[sturchling]

Hey I have a question can you do a reveal. You know the scene where Spiderman saves a train without his mask and the people help him from falling which in turns reveals his identity to the people on the train. Can you do that but with Ladybug instead please and thank you.

Sorry I have been away for so long guys. I haven't been doing to well lately and needed to take some time to myself. I'm sorta feeling better now though, not 100%, but I am going to try to write more now. Anyway, sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy the story.

To say things had gone very wrong with this akuma is a bit of an understatement. A woman, Cherise, who had just finished training to be an electrician had been demeaned and told she wouldn't be hired because she was a woman. Obviously, this was infuriating and insulting, which made her a perfect target for Hawkmoth. All that rage and hurt had made Elektra one of the most powerful akumas to date, with the ability to manipulate electricity and all electronics.

Elektra was trying to track down the man who had insulted her to make him pay. But Ladybug kept getting in her way! Elektra needed her out of the way for a bit, so she could get her revenge. Then she would get Hawkmoth what he wanted. So, when she saw one of those new electric trains the mayor had recently commissioned, she saw the perfect opportunity. Elektra used her abilities to sabotage the train, sending it careening down the tracks, with no way of stopping. To make matters worse, she also used her powers to switch the tracks, so the train was now racing down an uncompleted stretch of track, instead of its normal path. Ladybug would have to stop and help them now!

Ladybug was already having a tough time with this akuma. Chat had told her earlier in the week that he had a prior engagement in his personal life that he couldn't get out of with out drawing suspicion. Ladybug had thought she would be fine on her own for a few days, as Hawkmoth had just sent a major akuma attack recently and there was typically a pause after such a large scale attack. But this time, he sent Elektra much sooner than normal. And now Ladybug was struggling to handle this on her own. And with Elektra causing as much damage as she is, Ladybug hadn't had time to go get miraculous from Master Fu to gather her temporary heroes. Ladybug was truly on her own for this one.

Ladybug was just catching up to Elektra again, when she saw the run away train she had caused. As much as Ladybug didn't want to lose her and let her hurt more people, she couldn't stand idly by and let this train crash somewhere down the line. Ladybug raced to the front of the train and tried to thing of something. She tried jumping down to the track and digging her heels in, but that didn't do anything but hurt her leg. Marinette had already called her lucky charm earlier, so that was no help, and now the time on her transformation was running out. And now, she could see in the distance the end of the uncompleted track, which ended abruptly above a construction site. She didn't have much longer.

Suddenly, she had an idea. She used her yoyo to grab onto the buildings on the side of the track, hoping that would help slow the train. Her first attempt didn't work at all, and the building she had latched onto caved under the force of the train. She tried again, and this time she had much more success, but still, the building eventually broke. She could feel her energy draining from her body and could hear the now near constant beeping from her earrings, and knew she only had moments before she detransformed. She tried one more time in a desperate attempt to stop the train. She threw her yoyo and latched onto a very solid looking building, wrapping the yoyo string around both the entire train and the entire building. She held on for dear life, hoping that the building held.

The train began to slow, the yoyo seemingly working. As they approached the very literal end of the line, the train tipped over the edge slightly, before settling back on the track. Ladybug heard all the passengers let out a sigh of relief. She let out one herself, before it became to much, and she was enveloped by the darkness.

The passengers on the train, including a few students from Dupont were all thankful that they survived. Alya was thrilled to have caught such an amazing save by Ladybug on video for the Ladyblog. She also hoped that maybe she could ask LB some questions before she left, but knew there was slim chance of that. As some of the passengers turned to thank Ladybug, they saw a flash of pink light and then a young girl's body was left standing at the front of the train. The girl wavered for a moment, before tipping and almost falling off the track. But the passengers quickly grabbed her and gently pulled her inside, unsure if she was injured.

They brought her further back into the train car, and laid her on the ground. Everyone was shocked at how young she was, barely a teenager. But those that knew her were shocked to see that Ladybug, the girl who had been protecting them for over a year now, was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Alya was completely shocked. Marinette was Ladybug? Marinette started to come around, waking to see the crowd of passengers staring at her. She looked around her and noticed that she was detransformed. Just as Marinette started to panic, Alya stepped towards her. She may be confused on how Marinette is Ladybug, but that won't stop her from helping her friend. "It's ok girl. None of us will say a word about this." Marinette was shocked.

As Marinette watched, Alya deleted the footage of the rescue, which had also caught this accidental reveal. No cool video was worth risking her friend and hero's safety. Marinette looked around at the crowd of passengers, who were all smiling and nodding at her. Alya spotted Tikki laying on the ground at the end of the train, trying to get to Marinette. Alya went and scooped her up, and brought her over to Marinette. Marinette absentmindedly gave Tikki a cookie to recharge, still in shock that everyone on this train knew her identity and was willing to protect it. After Tikki had recharged, Alya said to Marinette, "Go on. Go be the hero. I'll stay here and help get everyone off the train. Don't worry, we will be ok." With one last look at everyone here, Marinette called out, "Tikki, spots on!" Another flash of pink blinded the passengers, and there Ladybug was in front of them again. With one last nod to Alya, Ladybug left the train and went to find Elektra again.

Ladybug finally was able to beat Elektra, and return her to normal. Cherise apologized for everything and felt horrible for what had happened while she was akumatized. Ladybug told her it was ok, and even promised to help her find a job somewhere else as soon as she could. Things returned to quiet normalcy for a while after that, and Marinette was surprised to find that all of those people on the train had really managed to keep her secret. And they all went to great lengths to minimize the chance they would get akumatized and be forced to reveal it. Marinette would sometimes pass them on the street and they would nod or smile at her. A few would buy her ice cream or a small treat after an akuma attack. But they never shared the secret, and they would protect it for the rest of their lives.

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[highdwightofmylife]

If your requests are open, could I request something with Jeff and his s/o basically adopting the legion as their kids please 🥺 thank you so much

God so WHOLESOME THANK YOU... also I'm writing this while waiting for a match why do I load in immediately as surv but the moment i wanna play killer it takes 300 years... just let me be Evan bhvr

ALSO FUCK THIS GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY 😳😳

Jeff, His S/O and Their Four Teenage Ruffians

Jeff had told you that he'd met with the Legion prior to all... this. The fog, yknow? He told you about how he'd painted a big mural for them; how they gave him drinks, how... How he felt like he couldn't leave them alone up in that abandoned lodge after he'd finished their commission because it didn't feel right. So he told you he often checked up on them, and they always seemed so happy to see him. He told you it was like he'd suddenly adopted four kids that he'd occasionally bring snacks and cds for and make sure they were looking after themselves.

So now in the fog. His kids are a lot more vicious than he thought they were! But... That didn't mean he wasn't their dad anymore!

You met Jeff here, you started dating him here, and, well, with Jeff comes his misfit kids.

It takes them some time to view you as anything other than just another survivor, really. They have respect for Jeff but still kill him (although they have, occasionally, turned a blind eye to him in trials). So you? You worm you way into Susie's heart first. She doesn't trust you by any means, but her curiosity about what papa Jeff see's in you is too much to ignore. She begins to like you because you don't talk down to her. You don't treat her as the child of her group, as some people have done. She likes that you talk to her as an equal.

Doesn't mean she won't kill you though. But, at least she feels bad about it.

Joey's next. He trusts and respects Jeff, but he also sees how you are with Susie, and that's a bonus for him. He's more laid-back than the others, and he would have no qualms about approaching you when you're alone, sitting down beside you and gently asking some things. About what you did before all this, about how you and Jeff got together... He's really chill to talk to, and once you start conversing with him, he gets more at ease. Consider the first spontaneous meeting alone to be a test where he sizes you up and decides whether you can get closer to he and his family.

Susie talks about you all the time. She really warmed up to you and fast. Honestly Julie has gotten sick of hearing how nice you are and veing asked when you can come over.

Surprisingly? Frank's the one that follows suit with liking you. He starts teasing you every time he sees you, "ewwww, they liked Jeff,, ew... Old people love". Doesn't matter how old you are. You could be 18 and this man still calls you old just for being with Jeff. "ew are you two gonna fuck?? Gross"

But all that teasing is literally just because he's not very good at dealing with things, and he doesn't want to admit he likes you without making a fool of himself.

But you know he does like you because one time in the dead of night he came to you to ask you to bandage something for him and he was all like "BUT THIS IS ONLY BC UR THE LAST OPTION, I ASKED EVERYONE ELSE" but when you patch him up and send him on his way he says "thanks mom/dad" and then you see him go rigid and he's like "I-I-I MEAN... UH... FUCK YOU" and then runs away

Julie is the hardest kid to warm up to you. She always puts on a sour face when she sees you, and she actively distances herself. It's like. She doesn't need a parent. Doesn't want one. Says Jeff is more so "just some guy who painted our wall once" but everyone knows that's a lie. And when the other three start flocking to you, she feels very left out. She feels angry that you're taking her family from her. Stereotypical biological kid getting mad at a step parent for existing.

Julie accidentally let's her emotions flow in front of just you and Jeff. He says something trivial and she just blows up. "YEAH?? WELL ITS NOT LIKE I WANTED YOU TO BE MY DAD. BUT NOW YOU'RE IGNORING ME AND EVERYONE ELSE LOVES /THEM/ BUT I JUST KNOW THEY HATE ME"

And Jeff looks at you and looks at her and. "When did you assume they hated you?" And you can hear sniffles from behind her mask as she sadly/angrily kicks at the floor and, "Well it's obvious isn't it?? Why would they not"

Jeff looks you dead in the eye. "Sweetheart, do you hate Julie?"

"Absolutely not. Never have, never will."

And Julie looks up like ?????

And then Jeff laughs and it's very hearty and just... Good man...

Julie is now your aloof daughter than every now and then will give you a quick hug from behind, where you can feel her sigh and get all her emotions out, and then glare at you and power walk away.

You love your kids.

All six of you watching old VCRs on a beaten up TV in the lodge. Jeff and you snuggled up in the middle of the couch. Susie with her head on your lap. Joey sprawled out on the other side of Jeff with his legs dangling over the arm rest. Frank on the floor, hogging some really shitty popcorn. Julie sat on the back of the couch, closer to you than she ever thought she'd let herself. One happy, albeit dysfunctional family.

Joey seems to be taking after Jeff. Sometimes you and Jeff would just sit and draw or paint (or if you don't, you just vibe with him as he does). It was nice. And now sometimes, Joey gently asks if there's a space for him. It's so soft to see Jeff enthusing about his work while Joey eagerly listens. You like to watch them both lying on their stomachs on the floor, sketching. Jeff is teaching him all his tricks and Joey just eats it all up. Father son activity that you get to witness. And sometimes Joey will lift up his art and show you! If he has taken off his mask you'll see the absolute joy in his eyes.

Susie makes u a keyring I don't make the rules. Its made out of scrap and she had to get evan to help and when she presents it to you she is just SO HAPPY. The model daughter except she kills people on a daily basis

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[shiversdownyerspine]

14. Isolation

A long chapter, just for y'all. :>

We gonna get a lil sad, a lil sweet, and a lil weird and dirty. >:D

18+

You fold your grocery list and tuck it safely away. The brothers doubt that they'd experience any significant injury, but you won't be discouraged. It's good to be prepared, just in case.

The Commission did provide its field agents with training and adjustments once they had been employed, but the improved healing wasn't as...thorough?..as yours. Some first aid wouldn't hurt.

You'd decided once the brothers leave for the mission you'd get the shopping done. Otto and Oscar had almost seemed to sulk, but Axel had agreed with you that this would be more convenient. There wasn't all that much to grab and everything would be ready and waiting when they returned. Scooting from between Axel and Oscar you remind them that if there are complications they are free to return to you to restrategize, and you certainly wouldn't mind a surprise visit.

Oscar playfully pulls you back against him. "Aw, you're going to miss us?"

Squirming with a laugh you tease him, "Maybe a little."

The youngest Swede releases you with a pout, feigning hurt as you apologetically rub his back. With a grin you wander over to the pantry to double check the cat food supply as Otto heads to their guestroom to retrieve their guns. Tugging the bag you estimate there's a good couple months left before it's gone, so no need to worry. Though you will be grabbing a couple cans of wet food for the kittens as a treat.

Otto returns with bag in tow as you head out to the garden to consider what to plant for fall...carrots, onions, maybe cauliflower? Kneeling you reach for your sugar pumpkins, happy to see that they're coming along nicely and should be ready around Halloween time. Lingering among the plants you take a moment to relax and think, breathing in the cool air. Autumn is practically on your doorstep, and the gray skies and yellowing leaves herald its arrival. Winter won't be long now, and you will once again be keeping an eye out for a space heater.

Long ago you'd found an old used one available in town, much to your delight. It had lasted a single day before the thing let out this awful high pitched noise and died right there on your floor. You count yourself lucky that it didn't burst into flames. For a moment you had considered keeping it to try to fix it, but it didn't come with a manual and you didn't want to risk it burning down your home, so you decided to do away with it. Hopefully you'd find another space heater, but the town is old and you've yet to get lucky.

In the meantime, you have Axel, Otto, and Oscar to help you with the cold. Your cheeks flush; the touches they've been giving you have been working, though some nights your condition successfully rears its stubborn head. You have a feeling you'll have to start knocking on their door when Winter creeps a little closer.

You've yet to see what they've done with the guestroom, if they've put up any knickknacks from home or from their travels. Certainly you're curious but you won't invade their privacy. Maybe they'd prefer your room? The sofa? You don't mind sharing your bed, you trust them.

The creek of the door interrupts your thoughts, and you lift your head to see Axel motion you inside. Dusting your hands and knees off, you head in after him. Coats and jackets donned with packs strapped to the younger's shoulders, it looks like they're ready to go.

With your own canvas bags in tow, you walk along the dirt path with the Swedes to the abandoned bus stop. The vine tangled little shack is being overtaken by nature and is tucked back against trees and bushes, making it easy to miss. The windows are long gone but the door still remains, stubbornly resisting the wear and tear of time.

Before you get the chance to say goodbye, Oscar is pulling you into a hug and kissing you on the cheek. You wrap your arms around him in return. "Be careful, don't get into too much trouble."

"Only a little, here and there. Danger is..ah...spice of life." Oscar squeezes you again as Otto's hand rubs your upper back before lifting to stroke your hair. The two release you as their older brother clears his throat. Faces blank and eyes hard, they stride through the overgrowth into the little shack to wait for Axel.

The blue-clad man gazes down at you with scrutinizing eyes as the sounds of the forest ebb and wane. He steps forward and reaches into one of his coat pockets to retrieve a familiar item wrapped up in a familiar old cloth that you'd forgotten about. Your fingers curl around the 'gift'.

Grasping what you know is your paring knife, Axel's voice is a bit gruff when he declares, "For protection."

Touched, you step forward to reach for his empty hand and give it a little squeeze, smiling when his thumb sweeps over your knuckles. "Thank you."

His opposite hand cups the back of your neck as he leans down to press his lips to the top of your head, nose buried in your hair. The moment is interrupted by Oscar barking out one of the windows, "Pussa henne igen!"

Axel gives an exasperated sigh but takes a second to breathe you in, squeezing your fingers one more time before releasing you to join his brothers.

The three are gone with a flash of light and you're left standing alone. After a melancholy moment or two of eyeing the empty bus stop, you're turning your attention to your knife and unwrapping it to check the blade. But as the cloth falls away, it's the wooden handle that draws your curiosity.

A little symbol has been carved into the wood, but you don't know what it is or what it means. But for some strange reason you still feel a lump in your throat and a prickling in your eyes the longer you look at it. You remind yourself to ask about it when they return.

Your shopping trip was uneventful and you had successfully gotten everything on the list. The trek back to your home was lovely, though when you walked by the bus stop you had lingered a moment. When you entered your home and put away the groceries, the emptiness of your house was disquieting.

Efforts are made to distract yourself hour after hour after hour with relative success. The day fades into night and you curl up in bed to read your well-loved book of fairytale collections until sleep finds you.

The morning is quiet, but the cats keep you company. After lunch you take the opportunity to plant some of the carrot seeds you purchased. Towards the evening as you're figuring out what to make for dinner, you realize you can still smell Axel in the kitchen. It's bittersweet and you wonder at how deeply you miss your cooking buddy. After dinner when you're doing a load of laundry, you discover one of Otto's shirts in the dryer. As you're folding the garment, his scent grasps your heart and squeezes. The entire time you're wandering around your home, something in particular is gnawing at you, something is missing...Oscar's sneak attacks.

You drop on the sofa with a huff, shaking your head at how quickly you miss the three men. It's absurd, you're used to being alone...but at the same time it makes sense. You've gotten used to their company. As have the cats. Rubbing your temples, you watch a little television before heading to bed.

The next day is much of the same; distract yourself, do chores, care for the animals, read books, go for walks, tend to the garden and the forest, miss the Swedes. It doesn't take long for you to start worrying about them as well, if they're okay. Your home doesn't feel right and eventually, you don't feel right.

You feel...twitchy. And restless. And tingly?

The fourth day is a little easier, as is the fifth, but you still feel off.

On the sixth day your cats are crowding the living room windows. Not all that strange considering you live by a forest, who knows how many birds and little critters visit your home. Besides, more important things have your attention this morning; specifically, you feel the urge to bake.

When the front door opens you're in the kitchen messing around with baking sheets so you don't hear it. Maybe you'd have felt the cool air drifting in if your oven wasn't on. But you recognize Oscar's spicy scent a second before he pulls you back into his chest and nuzzles into your nape. He lets you twist around in his hold to hug him as the sound of his brother's boots grace your ears.

You wiggle out of Oscar's arms to pull Otto and Axel down for hugs as well, Otto with your left arm and Axel with your right. It's hard to tell whose hand is rubbing your back and whose is cupping the back of your neck but you don't mind. Noticing they still have their coats and packs, you welcome them back before telling them to make themselves comfortable.

The two brothers head for their guestroom and Oscar follows them after giving you one last hug...and scratching the chins of the cats desperate for the men's attention.

Your house returns to normal, but a little later you find you still don't feel quite right. Your condition doesn't really feel like this, so maybe you're just still feeling the absence of the Swedes? Only thing you can do is give it time...and pop on a cozy sweater, just in case.

The strange antsy feeling gets a little stronger one evening as Otto and Oscar play a game outside in your garden with a vicious looking knife. Leaning back against the side door to your kitchen, you watch as they throw the knife into the dirt at their feet, trying to see who can land it the closest. Apparently the game was called Mumblety-peg.

"Is this what siblings do? Assert...dominance over the other?"

Axel snorts, "For fun."

"...I see." Your next comment is cut off when the knife punctures Otto's upper thigh, courtesy of Oscar.

Immediately you're tugging Otto inside to sit at the kitchen table, the world fuzzing and voices fading as Otto removes the knife with a firm tug. Blood is staining and you're staring, focused and utterly silent before turning to Oscar. "You should have been more careful."

Oscar shrugs, "Not serious. Don't be...tråkmåns?..stick. Stick in the mud."

You know they have better strength, better stamina, and better healing. But while you were missing the three men, you had also been worrying about them...

Axel doesn't have a chance to reprimand his brother again before you're bristling and baring your teeth, "Well do excuse me for caring about you three. The first aid kit is in my bathroom. Get it now. Please."

Oscar blinks, surprise mingling with guilt and maybe a sprinkling of arousal at your feistiness. He follows your order, slinking down the hallway as he remembers the awful sinking feeling in his belly the one time they discovered a bullet buried in Axel's back that they had to dig out.

The eldest Swede watches the exchange silently, approving of this stern, no-nonsense side of you. Not to mention the 'please' you added at the end was cute. Even though you had reacted a little strongly to Oscar's shenanigans, it shows you care for them a great deal. You had worried for their safety while they had been gone. As you check Otto's wound, the large man admires the fire in you that is quietly sizzling down. You're deep in thought, forcing yourself to acknowledge that the Swedes are technically your mission so if anything should happen to them you would be notified. Sometimes it's hard to hear your voice of reason when it's warring with the paranoia and lack of trust in your employers.

Still, Oscar should be a little more careful. The youngest Swede returns with the kit and you apologize for snapping, that you know they heal more than civilians.

Feeling sheepish at having reacted the way that you did, you try your best to explain, "It wouldn't even take me an hour to heal from a wound like this. With my ability...if a wound lingers it's proof that it's severe. That something is deeply wrong. So...I just..reacted when I saw the bleeding. Before I could think."

You admit to them that you panicked a little...and yes, missing them may have had something to do with your reaction as well. Oscar apologizes to you, and when you raise an eyebrow, he apologizes to Otto as well.

That night when Otto pulls you down on the sofa with him to sleep, eyeing your sweater with a little concern, you decide it couldn't hurt. You've been feeling strange for quite a while, so maybe a dose of body heat is just the thing you need. Making sure the man was alright with the way you were positioned on top of him, minding his injury, you settle in with a deep contented sigh.

But you did not sleep through the night. In fact, you woke several hours later to darkness and that strange restless sensation that had been plaguing you for days now.

Otto's hand has slipped down a bit, fingers caressing the bare skin of your back that your sweater has revealed in your sleep. Your lips part with soundless pleasure at the gentle calloused warmth of his fingers, eyes fluttering when a tingle crawls up your spine...and down your arms and legs? Your brow furrows in confusion as your toes and fingers prickle and heat builds under your stomach before reaching a gentle simmer and lingering until...!

Startled, you shakily pull yourself up and stumble on your feet. You feel like you're wading through molasses, your head wrapped in fog as instinct leads you towards the safety and privacy of your bedroom. Entering your room, you whimper as you feel another wet rush that soaks your panties. Desperate, you lurch into your bathroom and rip off your clothes to find your inner thighs damp. With a trembling hand, you gingerly swipe your fingers through the fluid, not quite daring enough yet to touch the direct source. Clear and slightly sticky...hm.

You blink and look closer at the apex of your thighs...you're a bit swollen and flushed...and with a careful ticklish caress, find yourself to be somewhat sensitive as well. You're baffled, this looks to be simple arousal...well, deep arousal all things considered. As if to mock you, another shallow surge slicks your thighs and trickles down your legs. No, the small puddle your body is supplying isn't normal, your fuzzy head and lethargic body isn't normal, but you're not normal so maybe it's just...new? Something that's been delayed because of your long-term isolation? You've always lacked a menstrual cycle, so what are the odds this has some strange connection with it and your ability?

Without delay you hop in the shower, fiddling with the knobs as you begin to put the puzzle pieces together. The hot water that cascades over your skin is soothing, fighting back the earlier panic. Feeling quizzical, you once again gently slide your fingers down, pushing lightly over your clit as your eyes flutter shut with a soft sigh, touch lingering.

And suddenly it's not your hand, it's a much bigger palm cupping you possessively before fingers thicker than your own tease between your swollen lips and oh so slowly, a fingertip pushes inside, sliding to the first knuckle- A rush of juices from your cunt jerks you back to reality as you gasp, practically hyperventilating as you tear your hand away from your aching body to grasp at the tiled shower walls. ...Oh.

Maybe you missed your men more than you realized.

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Pussa henne igen - Kiss her again!

tråkmåns - Stick in the mud.

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[monstersandmaw]

Hi there. I've got lots of work in progress' I haven't gone back to in years, thing is I really like writing and want to get back into it but I just don't know how? I'm starting to think I might just not have what it takes to be a writer.

So as someone who is quite an extensive writer, what advice would you give to someone who desperately wants to write but won't ?

ooooof, Anon, your ask hit home with the accuracy of a flipping missile!! I know you’re not the only one struggling right now, and the key I think is to be a mix of very gentle with yourself and simultaneously just a little bit stern.

I burnt out completely in December 2020, and didn’t write anything for nearly five months, which was devastating. I’m a writer! That’s who and what I am. And I couldn’t do it??? I was deeply shaken by it, and I’m only just starting to claw my way back to my identity as a writer. I’ve had creative slumps before, but never a complete inability to write at all, and no one really... got it? I’ve had to postpone working on my novel, despite constant pressure from my family, which sucks.

I can’t tell you what will work for you for certain, obviously, but I can tell you what has helped me a bit, and hopefully something there will resonate, and you’ll be able to use it for your own struggles. Hang on in there, Anon!

First off, and I cannot stress this enough, you are still a writer. You don’t have to be sitting at the keyboard and typing actively all the time to call yourself a writer. You can be a writer while also taking a break, no matter how long that break is. If you want your identity to be that of ‘writer’, then you are. Tell yourself you are a writer, even when you’re not actively writing.

Force yourself to stop trying to write for a while. It sounds bonkers, and counterintuitive, but if you’re on a forced break, it might help recharge your energy. Tell yourself you’re not going to try and write for at least a whole month. Don’t open any WIP docs. Don’t re-read stuff you’ve got stuck on in the hopes that this time you’ll finish it. You’re on break, and you’ve given yourself permission not to be writing.

While you’re on your break though, feel free to use a little notebook or something to jot down any ideas you have, or snippets of dialogue/scenes etc., as scraps for the future. Just don’t try to make them into a big complete work just yet.

Read. Read lots of new books and stories. Push the boundaries of your usual genre comfort zones and try a new genre. Analyse the writing of these authors closely. Why do you like their style? What makes their style unique? Why does that sentence work so well, and why does that one feel flat or clunky? Be active in your reading, and it might trigger some enthusiasm for your own creativity. Hold onto that feeling, and see if you want to have another go after your break.

Write something for someone else. I took on some commissions recently, knowing I would be obliged to finish them, but I set a limit on the wordcount so I didn’t get super overwhelmed each time. (This is the ‘being a little bit stern’ part.)

Once your break is over (if you decide a break suits you in the first place!), write just one sentence and then walk away. Close the document and go and do something else. If you want to come back and write more later, then do. If not, you still wrote something. Do the same the next day.

Go outdoors if you can and think about your story somewhere else. Perhaps the change of environment will make it feel more refreshed. Take a notebook with you and write somewhere else. It might even feel like a treat!

Make sure you’re comfortable when you’re going to write. Turn your phone off, disconnect your laptop from the wifi, have some water or tea or whatever nearby, go to the bathroom first, put a jumper on or open the window. Just... give yourself permission to write for the joy of it. Remember why you wanted to tell these stories in the first place.

If you’re still not really feeling it, try creating character moodboards on Pinterest, or colour palettes for your characters, abstract watercolours, or whatever creative medium you fancy. Draw maps of the world, or just try and be creative within the universe of your stories without writing them.

Try a writing exchange with another author.

Take writing prompts for ten sentence drabbles or something.

And if none of that helps, forgive yourself for not having the energy to be creative in this way at the moment. Find a way to let go of the guilt and self-flagellation that a lot of creatives go through when their main focus isn’t playing ball. It’s ok to go into a creative slump, and it can take a long time to come out of it.

Hopefully some of that is helpful? It sucks, it really really sucks, when you’re not able to do something you love for whatever reason. Check out my ‘writing advice’ tag because I’ve written a few posts on creative block/writer’s block/creative hibernation before, and I might have missed some points in answering this.

Good luck, and go gently with yourself.

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