#when i open requests for spring break which i'm planning to do

[danikamariewrites]

hey I love ur writing!! can I request some headcanons (or a drabble, whatever Ur feeling) where reader is part of the inner circle but has never been super close to Azriel, but then she has a dream that they're together and the next day she's very blushy with him and just sees him differently now? and he likes it lol (I'm normally a Rhys girlie but I dreamed abt Az last night, like kissing him and him being protective and amazing and now I'm 👀)

Closer to you headcanon

Azriel x reader

A/n: thank you anon❤️ this is such a cute idea especially with Az

You had no idea why you and Azriel were never close

You had talked every once in a while

But it was never anything overly personal, mostly work and casual conversation

It’s not that you didn’t like Azriel

You wanted to get to know him but he was always so quiet and reserved and you never wanted to bother him

That was until your dream the other night. You don’t know what your subconscious was doing but it was clearly working against you

You tilted your head back soaking in the sun. It was a beautiful day. Spring time had just arrived in Velaris, the flowers were in bloom and the weather had turned warm with a gentle breeze. Opening your eyes you turned to face Azriel. He had a large grin on his lips as he admired you. Az gently pushed you hair back leaving a daisy he had just picked tucked behind your ear.

You giggled at Azriel as he pulled away. He wrapped an arm around you holding you close to his side. “What would you like to do first love, eat or take a walk?” For your date this afternoon Azriel had planned a picnic on the Sidra. Just the two of you. No interruptions from the rest of the Inner Circle. “Let’s eat first.” He nods and pulls the basket toward him with his free hand. Azriel pulled out a chocolate covered strawberry holding it out for you. You tried to grab it from him but he pulled back slightly clicking his tongue at you. “Let me my love.” You wordlessly open your mouth, waiting for Azriel to place the sweet treat on your tongue.

Before you could get a taste you jolted awake, very confused as to why you weren’t sitting on a blanket by the Sidra with Azriel until you realized it was just a dream

You were freaking out until you talked yourself into getting dressed and facing your family

Besides no one would know. But just in case you would keep your mental shields extra fortified today

Azriel was absent from breakfast which made you relax a little

You went about your day as normal and didn’t give your dream another thought

Taking a break from work you wandered into the kitchen to make a cup of tea

As you pour the water one of Azriel’s shadows gently snakes around your wrist and flys back to Azriel. The little shadow almost made you drop the kettle

You while around to face Azriel who’s giving you a small smile, “Is there more?” “Huh,” you mumble out

Azriel steps forward forcing you to back against the counter

You start to blush furiously at how close Azriel is to you

You start stuttering and can’t seem to pick where to look

Azriel had never seen you so nervous before but he thought it was cute

He gently brushed a finger over your cheek and that made you pause and look at him with wide eyes

“Uhh…yes there’s still um, there’s still water.” Az backs up a little and you give him a quick goodbye, scurrying away

A week later you and Azriel were still dancing around each other

Azriel thought this new shy side to you was adorable

He liked being around you and for years he’d tried to get closer to you but he just couldn’t find it in him

You had always started the conversation with him but now he was done keeping to himself

When Azriel found you next you were reading on the couch in the living room

“Mind if I sit with you?” As your eyes met his that pink tint came back to your cheeks, “Of course.” You said, maybe a little over eager

As Azriel sat with you he actually talked

You eventually abandoned your book on the coffee table and talked the afternoon away with Az

By dinner time the two of you were more comfortable with each other and laughing at silly stories from your childhood

You could get used to this, to just being with Azriel

It seems your dream brought you both out of your shells

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader fic #acotar reader imagine #acotar imagine #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #acotar azriel #azriel #azriel fic #azriel imagine #azriel fluff

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

I NEED A PART TWO OF THESE

You're beautiful 2

Warnings: PURE fluff, domestic fluff

Word count: 1.2 K

Pairing: Carol Aird x Fem!Reader

Prompt: An impromptu date, books and men?

Requests: OPEN

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The next morning, I realised that we had forgotten to close the curtains in the bedroom, as the sun was beating directly into my eyes. I couldn't fall asleep again, so I started to move around in bed, until I heard a groan and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carol's blonde hair move.

"Hmmn, don't go," still half asleep, she put her arm on my hip and tried to pull me closer to her.

"I'm just going to close the curtain. The sun won't let me sleep".

She only moaned again, but she didn't let go. She opened her eyes, giving me the pleasure of being the first to see those blue rivers in the morning.

I had always thought I had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, but in the morning, they were much more beautiful. They turned from a greenish blue to a light blue, like spring skies, like carnations.

"Good morning princess smiles" the blonde teased.

I didn't notice, but I was so engrossed in Carol's eyes, I didn't realise I was looking at her with puppy dog eyes and a stupid grin.

"Good morning"

"Did you sleep well?"

"I'm the one who should be asking you that question, did you sleep well… after what happened?"

"Hmm next to you, I slept wonderfully."

I didn't know what to say to her, so I simply reached up to caress her right cheek with a smile, causing me to give her another.

"Do you plan to do anything?"

"I had lunch planned with Abby…" I felt my heart break a little, and apparently it was all too evident on my face "But I think she can wait."

"So…?"

"Fancy going into town?" she asked as she rested her weight on her right forearm and with her left hand, tried to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"Sounds like a great plan.

———————————————————————————

Carol let me use some cleaning products, and she let me use her bathroom, but when she insisted that I use some of her clothes I had to refuse.

I was too clumsy, and was well known for spilling food on myself. I would never forgive staining clothes as expensive as those of the blonde woman.

I came out of the bathroom in the same simple dress I had on yesterday and quickly went down the big stairs. Carol was not in the hall.

"Carol?"

"Darling, do you want me to make breakfast or can we go to a coffee shop?"

"Can you cook anything without Florence?" I joked with her.

"You found me out," she said, smiling with those beautiful lips of her.

"Going to a coffee shop sounds perfect".

"Well, if that's the case, you won't be able to go with your coat" I quickly turned my head to look at her doubtfully "It's too cold, and your coat isn't warm enough to cope. You'll have to wear one of mine."

"No, I refuse"

"It's not an option, darling"

"Then I can't go out. I'm not going to wear one of your coats."

"Sweetie, what's your problem with wearing any of my clothes?"

I felt the heat and warmth start to rise in my cheeks, so I bowed my head to the ground.

"I'm afraid to stain it"

She just laughed and made me raise my head.

"Oh darling, that's not a problem" she quickly disappeared into the hall wardrobe and came out wearing a black coat, which matched my white dress perfectly. "Look at you, you look like a sweet doll."

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The breakfast had been perfect. Fancy enough for Carol to feel at home in the place, but homey enough for me not to fall apart next to her.

We were both completely different in that respect. She came from a wealthy family, who had fallen in with Harge's even wealthier family. I had had to sell the only souvenir I had of my mother in order to eat.

"Are you all right?"

Carol gently took my arm, causing me to stop walking distractedly and start paying attention to her.

"What?"

"I asked if you were well. You seem distracted"

"Oh, it's nothing"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes…" but just as I was trying to come up with a better excuse, my eyes automatically focused on the second-hand bookstore across the street from the shopping plaza Carol wanted to go to.

The blonde seemed to notice, so she turned her head to look around the room.

"Do you want to go?" she asked with a toothless grin.

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"Not at all. On the contrary, now, without Rindy, I think I could do with a good book."

Without even waiting for Carol, I quickly ran to the bookshop, looking at the millions and millions of books that could be housed in such a small space.

Not only were there shelves full of books, there was also a small shelf full of vinyls, another full of magazines and another full of comics.

"Wow, I've never seen this shop before," Carol said as soon as she opened the door.

From a connecting room, a man emerged, handsome, rather portly, with lank blond hair, and green eyes behind big black glasses.

"Good afternoon, can I help you with something?

"No, thank you…"

———————————————————————————

"Actually," Carol interrupted, still looking at the neatly organised vinyl. "I'd like to see if you have any Billie Holiday."

"I think we can find something that will satisfy your desires, fair lady."

Yes, the books I could find on the shelves were varied, interesting and eye-catching, but not even my love of reading made me look away from Carol and the man.

The two stood facing each other, holding a variety of vinyls in their arms, talking animatedly.

But, something inside my stomach churned when the man passed her a red vinyl, but his hand brushed a little against the blonde's freckled hand.

I quickly grabbed the two books I wanted to buy and walked over to them.

Carefully I turned my back to Carol and rested my head on her shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

The blonde jumped in fright, eliciting a small giggle from the man.

"Girl, don't scare me"

I couldn't help laughing either.

Carol and the man kept flipping through the vinyl sleeves, until I saw the one I knew Rindy would love.

"You should buy that one," I pointed out.

"'The Wizard of Oz?'" asked Carol, raising an eyebrow.

"It's Rindy's and my favourite film".

"It's a GREAT film," the man said.

"Well, if you two are so insistent, I'll buy it."

Before I could say anything else, Carol snatched the books from me and walked to the counter. The man followed her, as did I, and proceeded to collect the items. He put them in a bag and before handing it to the blonde, he pulled out a pink card from under the table. He looked at us and asked us to read it.

'Homosexual bar'.

We both looked at him with confusion. He just winked at us.

"My boyfriend and I would be delighted to welcome a couple as beautiful as you".

"But how?"

"The looks they give each other are charming. And 'The Wizard of Oz'? is the gayest thing in the world".

Now it was my turn to laugh along with the man.

"I plead guilty," I said.

"Well, thank you very much…"

"George"

"Thank you George"

"See you there George"

Note:

Sorry for the delay, I had an eye infection and being in front of a computer was impossible for me.

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I hope you enjoy it

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!!!!! um... I don't know if you want to write about new ones or not... but I also can't think of any new ideas since I'm freakin out a bit but I'll do some more thinking so.... um... a short little drabble or maybe a snippet of their lives in spring leaves after they confessed, how life is fr them now....?

i had a really fun time with this one, thank you to my designated spring leaves fan for requesting :) I hope it's up to your standards!!

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words: 1.5k

There is a quiet peace in marriage that you’re still coming to terms to.

It goes beyond learning each other’s habits, or making time for each other, or even whispered words of love. It is more the realization that you are loved— the knowledge that you can take care of yourself, but now, you are creating a space where you can take care of each other. That you could be trying to open a particularly difficult pickle jar and Jimin could take it and say “Let me help you,” that in it, there exists a prayer for which no words are said: You could do it yourself, but why should I let you, when I am here, and you are loved?

That being loved in this way is a choice, one that you both continue to choose.

Jimin chooses this, still, as he runs in tune with your pace, when you both know he could leave you in the dust.

(That morning, a gentle arm tries its best to slip out from under your head without waking you. When you groggily come to, even in your haze you can see the guilt on Jimin’s face. 

“Sorry,” He says, pulling his arm out the rest of the way to run a hand through your hair.

“S’okay,” you croak, cupping the back of his head to pull him back down to bed. He’s smiling as he complies, lets himself be pulled, be held, and when you wrap your arms around his neck, he wraps his arms around you, too.

Just as you’re trying to gather your thoughts into one coherent sentence, Jimin pipes up from where his nose is pressed into your shoulder, body twisted into an awkward angle as he leans into you, “Gotta go.”

“Where?” You say, then, “Oh. Running? Don’t go. Let’s cuddle instead.”

You feel his lips move before the words are even formed, feel the way they curve into a smile. “I can’t. And we cuddled all night already.”

“So what? Are you tired of me? Am I not appealing to you anymore?”

“So dramatic.” He laughs quietly. “You could always go running with me.”

You think for a second. It’s not like you don’t want to keep him company, moreso that if you were to try and get up, you’re pretty sure your legs would turn to jelly. You would barely walk, let alone run, given that it’s—you squint at the clock(oh my god, is that a seven?)— well. Very early.

Except.

“I’ll run with you.”

Jimin blinks. “What?”

“Yeah. Cuddle for thirty minutes and I’ll run with you.” He gives you a dubious look. “I’m serious! Set an alarm. Thirty minutes.”)

As he stops you from snoozing the alarm for a third time and practically puts your shoes on for you, you’d already accepted the fact that he’s well built. Jimin stretches, and jogs, and lifts, and it’s not like you can’t run, rather that you’d prefer to be doing, well, anything else.

Still, he works to match your pace, a gentle rhythm on the pavement as you make your way around the house, through the garden, past the greenhouse. Not through the forest like he usually does, since it’s dry around this time of the year, and the fungi would rather be left alone.

Well. A water break would be nice.

“We’re almost at our bench,” He’s saying, and you’re struggling to understand him past the need to lie down on the dirt and die. “We could rest up a bit and continue, yeah?”

“Good. Good plan.”

You practically collapse on the bench. You’ve sat here plenty of times, what with the way it sits neatly between the garden, the hydrangeas and the back of the house, but never have you felt so relieved to have leftover humidity and dried up dirt on your butt. You pat the bench in thanks. Good bench.

Your head lolls against his shoulder. “I don’t like you.”

“You offered to come! We made a fair transaction!” He laughs, his skin sun-kissed and sweaty and pretty. He leans his head over yours, “C’mon, it’s just a mile left, back the way we came.”

“A mile? Still?”

“It’ll be quick! We can walk the rest of the way.”

Your voice is muffled from how your cheek is pressed to his shoulder, “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of going on a run?”

“If you can be a smartass that means you don’t have to sit anymore,” He feigns getting up long enough to draw a whine from you, and he’s laughing when he leans back. You move to glare up at him indignantly, and take the opportunity to stare. He’s so bright. The sun rose twice this morning.

You bump your forehead back against his shoulder, and he seems to take that as an opportunity to kiss the crown of your head, hands working their way over your arms and down to your hips. “Still don’t like you,” You grumble.

Another kiss. “What was it you said to me yesterday? Something like...'You’re weird and that’s why I like you?’” Jimin presses a trail of them up to your jaw, letting them linger.

“A lapse of judgement.” You say, but you’re melting into him anyway, and when he laughs, it rumbles through his chest and down your throat all the way to the tips of his hands where they now touch your bare skin, the very edge of where hip meets belly.

“Brat,” He smiles against your neck, half-whispered. His hand trails down further until it reaches your fingers, playing with your wedding ring. Something fond flutters in your chest. “Do you ever think about our wedding?”

“All the time,” You say, voice embarrassingly breathy, but you’re too scraped raw to come up with excuses for it. “Still dream about it sometimes, too.”

“Yeah?” He says, soft, but there’s a trepidation, there. Like he’s still trying to find the best way to words his thoughts. You love that about him, so you hold his hand back, letting both your rings tap together delightfully, giving him the space to think. After a while, he continues, “I still regret those first few months. How I treated you.” You open your mouth to reply, take a breath and everything, but he pinches the skin of your hand to stop you, “I know you say I shouldn’t, but I do.”

Because that’s the thing about Jimin: he gives too much of himself away, loves too openly, too eagerly. Never asks to be more comfortable, as long as the other person is. His heart stretches to make room until it bleeds, like a mother’s womb, and you’re worried about what will happen if it ever were to stretch too thin.

(You’d told him, once— you don’t have to please anyone, you know— and, please, put yourself first sometimes, Jimin smiled, a little sad, said: I don’t know how, anymore.)

“I never blamed you for it.” You’re so close you can feel each time he draws a breath. It’s soothing. “There was nothing to forgive.”

“You say that, but. But.” He makes a soft noise. “I didn’t make it any easier.”

I am very much in love. It’s not new, nor a belated sort of realization. It was a belated realization at one point, surely, but not now. Now, it’s as worn through a fact as any other you know, something else to tuck away for safe-keeping.

You are in love, and so is he, and so even if the beginning was rough and unfair, everything that happened in your life that led up to it has been worth it.

You hold him a little tighter. “Not everything can be easy.”

For a moment you both sit there, listening to the gentle breeze, the distant sounds of the waking world. There’s a far-off chirp, like that of a baby bird learning to sing, and overhead, the early morning dew is giving way to a foggy sky. Spring is on its way again. Each one is getting easier than the last.

After what feels like a long time, Jimin raises his head. You stare. Not everything can be easy, but this is. Loving Jimin is the easiest thing in the world.

“Do you want to get married again?”

For a moment, you feel the world’s axis start to tilt towards the sun.

“What?”

He smiles, something slow and tentative. “Wll you marry me?”

Inexplicably, you laugh. “Again?”

“Again.”

“Jimin.” You feel Jimin grow in happiness. You feel like you’re growing, too. “If this is because you feel bad—”

“No. I want this.” He draws circles over your fingers, tightens his hold. “I want this very much.”

Never has the world felt so vibrant, and so, so lived in.

“I think.” You breathe. “I want that, too.”

(“Can we celebrate both anniversaries?”

“Brat.” Jimin laughs, all curled up around you. Has he always been this warm? “I’ll make sure to schedule the wedding on the same date as before.”

“What the hell!”

He’s still laughing as he kisses you, both hands cupping your neck, and there’s no hesitance in how he loves you.

You think, for a moment, about how every question you had about loving Jimin has been answered: He smiles into his kisses. He rolls his head back when he laughs. And—

He tastes like the sun.)

#bts x reader #jimin x reader #witch bts #bts #bts fanfiction #bts fluff #bts jimin

[whywontgodletthisblogdie]

WAIT YOU DO FANFIC REQUESTS???

ok, ok, would you accept other ships that are not marshallworth?

if so, PLEASE do a farafey fic (maya fey x kay faraday)!!!

i don’t care what it’s about, i’m just starved for content and would give my life to anyone who would do farafey related stuff for me.

if ya can’t/don’t want to do one, then that’s ok!!! even so, i’m just curious if you would do other ships.

anon i'm SO sorry this took so long to write, but here you go!

word count: 1485

find it here on ao3 as well:

Kurain had always been a place of peace and relaxation for Kay. She knew the same couldn’t be said for her girlfriend, but spending time in the quiet little village in the mountains was the perfect way to recover from a hectic semester in the city.

Finals week had just ended and given way to summer break. For most of the summer, she’ll be assisting Mr. Edgeworth in his investigations. He’d always been reluctant to allow her to crime scenes with him, but now that she’ll be able to turn the experience into college credit he’s more willing. His only requirement was that she take a break between the end of the semester and the beginning of work, hence why she’s on a train to Kurain.

She hasn’t seen Maya in person since spring break, and god she misses her. All the good morning and goodnight texts, video calls, and care packages in the world can’t hold a candle to actually being with her. They’re not sure what exactly their plans are for after Kay has graduated, whether they’ll move to a halfway point between Kurain and wherever Kay finds work, or if they’ll continue their long-distance thing for a while.

For now, Kay makes sure to be the first one lined up at the train's doors, even if it means standing up while the train is in motion and receiving a glare from the attendant. The extra few seconds saved by lining up early is an extra few seconds with her girlfriend, after all.

She tumbles out of the train when the doors actually open and nearly trips on the platform as she scans the station for Maya. It’s busier than it had been over spring break, so finding her is more difficult than it had been, but she catches a glimpse of purple robes and black hair, and instantly takes off in her girlfriend’s direction.

Maya is standing on her tiptoes looking for her at another of the train's doors and doesn’t seem to notice Kay’s arrival until she’s already been wrapped in a tight embrace.

Maya giggles at her enthusiasm before returning the hug, tucking her face into her neck and squeezing so tight she can barely breathe.

“My little crow,” she turns to press a kiss to Kay’s cheek. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“Mmm, I’ve missed you too, Maya,” Kay squeezes her even tighter.

They stay like that for a while, letting the other exhausted travelers maneuver around them. They’re probably in the way, but Kay really can’t be bothered to care right now.

Maya pulls back eventually and cradles Kay's cheek in her palm before giving her a quick kiss and pressing their foreheads together. Maya lets out a content sigh, and Kay takes her free hand in her own.

Finally. Together.

“Hey uh,” Maya pulls away, an urgent look in her eye. “Did you-”

Kay rolls her eyes, letting out a fake exasperated sigh. “Yes, I brought the snacks you wanted. I had to pack a whole extra bag just for them.”

“I’m sorry, they just don’t sell them here! I have to rely on you and Nick and Miles-”

She throws her head back and laughs at that, “Give me another kiss and we’ll call it even?”

Maya leans in, unable to keep a grin off her face. “Sounds like a deal to me.”

—

After arriving at Maya’s place and saying hi to Pearl, Kay excuses herself to the bedroom to unpack. Maya always makes sure to have a few dresser drawers and some closet space free for her, so it doesn’t take long at all.

She brings the snack bag to the kitchen which she finds empty, surprisingly. Laid out along the counter is a selection of toppings, presumably to go with the simmering broth and noodles currently on the stove.

“Oh, hi Miss Kay,” she jumps in surprise as the younger girl appears behind her without warning. “Mystic Maya is in the courtyard if you were looking for her.”

“Thanks, Pearl! Did you make all this for dinner tonight?”

Not that Maya was helpless when it came to cooking, she just prefers the final product rather than the process of making it. Pearl seems to enjoy cooking quite a lot for someone of her age, so it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for her to have made dinner for them.

“Yes, but Mystic Maya helped quite a lot. She always does, whenever you come to visit.”

Kay turns away to hide her blush, “Aww, how sweet of her,” she mumbles.

“I think it should be ready to eat,” Pearl says before testing a noodle to make sure it’s cooked through.

“Sweet!”

Kay takes two clean bowls from their cabinet and begins filling them with noodles, broth, and toppings. One for Maya with extra of each topping, and one for herself.

“Are we all eating outside then?”

“You and Mystic Maya can, I have some class work I need to finish so I’ll probably have dinner in my room.”

Ah, right. Pearl hasn’t finished school for the semester yet. She’d been encouraged to take some classes online by Maya and Mr. Wright to make up for the education she’d missed out on when she was younger. She seems to enjoy them more than the average teenager, but she can't imagine still having another week of school left before summer.

“Oh, ok. Have fun learning then!”

Pearl sighs, “I’ll try…I just wish it was summer already…”

Kay laughs at that, “Don’t worry Pearly, just a few more days!” She gives her a comforting pat on the shoulder on the way to the cutlery drawer.

“I suppose…” Pearl mumbles, making her way from the kitchen to her room.

Amused, Kay just smiles and shakes her head. Teenagers.

Carefully balancing the two bowls as well as chopsticks and spoons, she makes her way to the door, turning to ease it open with her hip.

“Woah, careful there!” Maya suddenly appears at her side and takes one of the bowls from her.

“Thanks, babe,” Kay shuts the door quickly, to make sure no bugs can get inside.

Maya leads them to the center of the courtyard where she’s built a fire. It may be summer, but the setting sun ushers in a chill that has her welcoming the extra warmth.

They huddle together on a cushion Maya has laid next to the fire, and pull a thick blanket around their shoulders. They both start eating, and the first few bites have Kay realizing just how hungry she actually is from the long day of traveling. This combined with Maya’s usual ravenous way of leads to them both finishing their meals in less than ten minutes.

As they finish, Maya takes their bowls and utensils and puts them to the side before wrapping an arm around Kay’s shoulders. She strokes her hand up and down her bicep and Kay sighs in contentment and rests her head on Maya’s shoulder.

The two of them have a lot to catch up on, given the length of time they’ve been apart. But Kay is tired. It could be from traveling all day, or it could be lingering exhaustion from the stress of finals week. Or maybe it’s just the warmth from both her partner and the fire.

Cause aside, she’s tired and wants to sleep. She wraps her arms around Maya’s torso and turns to tuck her head into her neck. Maya smells like fresh air and fire smoke, and right now it’s the best smell in the world. She nuzzles in closer, and Maya giggles and wraps her other arm around Kay as well.

The cushion they’re laying on isn’t big by any means, but Maya is able to maneuver them into a laying position, where they’re both curled around each other.

The sun is just below the horizon now, and they’re able to just barely make out the first stars of the night. Living in a big, light-polluted city, Kay rarely has the chance to see the stars, and actually being able to see them here is one of her favorite parts of being here in Kurain.

But she doesn't think she can keep her eyes open to watch the sunset.

“Hey, if I nap will you wake me up when the stars are out?”

Maya smiles, the beginnings of crow’s feet crinkling at the corners of her eyes. “Of course, love. Get some rest.”

Kay smiles in return and scoots up to be able to press a sleepy kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. As she pulls away, she fumbles under the blanket for Maya’s hand and laces their fingers together. She resumes using her girlfriend's shoulder as a pillow, and Maya reaches her hand up to gently stroke her hair. Maya cranes her neck to kiss the top of her head, and it’s the last thing she feels before drifting off.

#kay faraday #maya fey #pearl fey #farafey #ace attorney #ace attorney fanfiction #my fics

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I’m realizing more and more that this blog is honestly just me fangirling over Kirishima almost daily

And you know what? I’m fine with that

#i looked at my masterlist today trying to figure out what to do with it #and i saw that I had like ten Kiri fics #where everyone else has like three #its the monogamy #i remember my last obsession where i did crush on a few characters at the same time #but I did eventually settle with just the one #i guess history repeats itself #i still like the other boys but its clear i have a bias #like #when i open requests for spring break which i'm planning to do #i was going to say no kirishima or bakugou requests #since literally all my requests generally include either one or both #and hardly anyone else #but then it occurred to me that actually they're some of my favorites to write for #and i don't really want to close them? #idk i'm just rambling #i feel like i had a point to this #meh kiri supremacy #sugar spam

[thepenultimateword]

Hey I love your writing so much and first off I want to tell you you're an amazing writer and to keep doing what you're doing so long as it makes you happy because I feel like no one gets told such things enough. Then if you're open to requests (if not please just ignore my begging) I was wondering if we could have a part three of the Shiny snippets because while there are many of your snippets I would love to read more of corvids are my jam and I rarely see any writing with them. If you've got no inspiration I totally understand and I stand by the fact you're a terrific writer have a lovely day.

-friendly neighbourhood winged anon

Thank you so much! I actually wasn't planning to do another part to Shiny, but you've convinced me ;) You're right, we need more corvid fiction out there!

Part One, Part Two

Villain never should have done this.

They had been comfortable with their station in life. Content even. A back alley villain. That was it. They didn't need the spotlight; they didn't even need a lot of money. Just a knife in their hand and a city full of suckers to rob. This is what came of letting someone rouse your ambitions.

"Villan! Villain!" Supervillain's voice was frenzied and their wings flapped loudly in place, scattering loose feathers across the pavement.

Villain shifted a little in the coil of barbed wire pinning their arms to their side and tried to face their lover. They regretted the small whine that escaped their pursed lips as they did so; it only made Supervillain flap harder.

The master criminal pressed their face against one of the several layers of freshly sprung nets barricading them from Villain. A clever setup. If the trap had caught Supervillain, as it was intended, Villain never would have cut them loose in time, but now, even with the wrong person inside, Supervillain couldn't do anything without getting tangled themself. A fact they were clearly ignoring at this moment.

"Hey, hey, hey," Villain said as the hybrid slammed up against the net, claws catching between the knots and wings getting dangerously close to collapsing the ropes on top of themself. "Stop it, I'm alright."

"You're not! You're bleeding!"

Villain had been trying to ignore the warm stickiness on their back, dozens of barbs digging deep puncture wounds between their shoulder blades and along their spine, but now that it had been said out loud, they felt nauseated. The wire had been designed to restrain Supervillain's powerful wings; for a normal human like Villain, it sort of felt like a mouse who'd walked onto the spring of a bear trap. Very messy. They might pass out soon.

"Mm, it's fine," Villain forced out.

"It's my fault. It's all my fault. I never should have involved you."

Villain wasn't used to seeing their partner so shaken. They never bowed before anyone, and they had a plan for everything. Apparently not this time.

Villain swallowed the panic welling up their throat. They so wanted to break down. Supervillain had always been the tough one, the calm one, not them. But if they showed weakness now, Supervillain would keep trying to save them. That meant them sticking around. And that meant them getting captured, which is what the heroes really wanted. Villain couldn't allow that.

“Baby, I…I need you to listen to me, ok?”

“I should be in there! It was meant for me!" In Supervillain's desperation, one of their claws ripped out from their nail bed, splattering blood in large drops below them. They were unfazed, fixing their grip once again and attempting to snap the hanging ropes by flapping backward.

"Supervillain!" Villain shouted, tears pricking the corners of their eyes. "Please, just get out of here."

"I'm not leaving you!" Supervillain screeched. Villain had only ever heard them this furious when they were in the middle of a fight and being faced with it directly made their hair stand on end.

Villain clenched their teeth and did their best to push the words around their winces. “You can't save me!"

"I can--"

"No! The heroes are coming! If you really want to do something for me, go! Make a plan so good that the agency wishes they never touched me. Come back for me then."

Supervillain hesitated. They let the net swing back into place and met Villain's eyes through the holes. Their mussed feathery hair cast a shadow on their frown.

"You can't help me if we both get captured now," Villain pushed. "Help me later, by saving yourself now."

Lies. Villain didn't believe a word they were saying, but Supervillain wouldn't leave if they thought they were abandoning them.

"If I stay..." Supervillain said, "maybe they'll let you go."

No!

"You can't guarantee that!" Villain squeezed their eyes shut. It was getting harder to bear the pain. "Please! Do as I tell you!"

Supervillain thrust their wings out wide, giving a few anxious flaps. It was more controlled than the earlier frenzy, but they still generated a breeze rough enough to creak the nuts and brush over Villain's face.

“You don't understand! This trap was designed by the compound! You don’t know what they do to villains in there!”

The barbs dug harder as Villain tensed. The compound was the dark side of heroism. The part that didn't belong on tv. They didn't want Supervillain to leave them.

"It's ok," they said around the lump in their throat.

"What if it's not? What if I never see you again?"

Villain broke. Hot tears spilled down their cheeks and their voice cracked. "Then know I love you."

Supervillain folded in half as if stabbed. They weren't given much time for recovery though. A sudden chill to the air signaled the heroes' arrival.

Supervillain's dark eyes bore into them. "I'll never love again."

The finality ached.

Don't go.

Supervillain shoved into the air.

Villain couldn't tip back far enough to watch them disappear, but they imagined them rising high into the clouds. Condensation gathering on their feathers. Nothing but freedom ahead of them.

"That's not Supervillain," someone growled a few moments later. The nets suddenly crumpled in a heavy heap overtop Villain, and a moment later the tv-famous face of Hero towered above them. An icy blade encasing their entire arm was held haphazardly at their side and slowly dripped out of existence. Hero's frosted steel-toed boot hit Villain in the side. One of the barbs bent inward and hooked into their flesh, causing an involuntary gasp of pain. "Who's this nobody?"

"Careful!" another person said. That voice was even more familiar. It had probably been on every existing tv channel and radio station at some point or another. Villain's insides twisted. They'd never done anything big enough to warrant a visit from a top hero. Certainly not Superhero himself.

Golden brown wings made a swishing sound as they dragged along the pile of ropes like an imperial train. Villain fought the urge to look up. It turned out they didn't have to because they were suddenly seized by the back of their shirt and lifted, nets and all, into an unsteady upright position. Superhero ducked down a little to look into their face.

Villain had never seen the Eagle in person. They immediately wished they could have lived free of his terror forever.

Feathers fluffed out and tumbled over the hero's neck like a mane, making him seem even bigger than his already monstrously large stature granted him. His head cocked uncomfortably far to the right to study Villain, cutting features and sharp yellow eyes peeling away their defenses. Everything about him was far too eerily satisfied.

"We need them."

"What do you mean?" Hero said, sounding skeptical.

"I've been doing some birdwatching lately." Superhero ran his hand over Villain's head with exaggerated gentleness. "This is the crow's mate."

Part Four

#villain x villain #supervillain x villain #hero x villain #heroes and villains #writing snippet #villain #creative writing #hero #fiction #heroes and villains community #villain x hero #superheroes and villains #hybrid #writers of tumblr #writblr #monster x human #corvid #crow

[blueberryrock]

For the sickeningly sweet romantic cliches bingo card: Over the top romantic gestures with Fili? While the OC/reader (whatever you’re most comfortable with) is kinda like “dude you are so cheesy” while still thinking it’s kinda sweet?

Stars.

A/N imma try to make this as cheesy as i can, which when it comes to flirting I kinda am lol, so definitely tell me if I did it enough! But hope you enjoy 💕💕

Rules, Requests, and More!

Spinning in place, Y/N watches with a grin as the skirt of her dress follows perfectly. Turning to face her mirror, she smooths out the ruffles of her long sleeves when she hears a knock on her door. Standing straight as the excitement bubbles in her, Y/N takes a deep breath in before answering the door.

"Are you," her date trails off when his eyes land on her.

"What do you think Fíli?" She asks nervously, swaying slightly in place.

"You look absolutely beautiful Amrâl," Fíli says breathlessly, earning Y/N's gaze. Her eyes widen when she sees a large bouquet of her favorite flowers.

"Fíli!" She squeals when he holds them out to her. "How did you come across these?" They don't grow so far north."

"Indeed they don't," he says as Y/N takes the flowers, breathing in deeply their sweet scent. "But I saw an elven merchant carrying them, so I had to grab them for you."

Feeling heat creep to her face, Y/N quickly turns back to her room, letting the dwarven prince follow behind her. "Thank you of course," she says, taking one last whiff of the sweet scent before moving to put them in a vase. "Now we best by going," she says, turning to her date.

"Right," he nods, offering to take her hands in his. Giving Y/N's hand a squeeze, Fíli leads her out of her room and the large hall it resides in. "You will love this," Fíli says, his voice filled with excitement. "It took me most of the day to set up."

Y/N feels a small smile creep its way onto her face as they continue through the mountain. Her mind wonders what Fíli could be leading her to, Y/N knows it's not the gardens.....not after last time which earned them a permanent ban from the King, but the springs are still open to them! Then why would Fíli have her wear such an expensive dress? Her thoughts immediately stop when Y/N finds herself in front of the to the mountain.

Shooting a curious glance at the prince beside her, Y/N shakes her head as she's led through the mountain's entrance. The cool spring air nips at her cheeks as they break away from the main path. Immediately recognizing it, Y/N's heart melts with each step.

The sound of running water makes her giddy with joy as Fíli begins to slow, reaching the end of the path, he lets go of Y/N's hand and lets her look around.

Small lanterns were strung through the thick canopy above them, mimicking the stars that the trees block. Before her was a large cleared patch where soft dirt lay, resisting the urge to go and stand under the trees, Y/N turns to face Fíli with a grin.

"I, umm, did my best to recreate it," Fíli mumbles, taking her soft hands in his. "But I can not make it colder nor have the trees shed their leaves of course."

Letting out a soft snort, Y/N pulls Fíli back to the cleared land, their decorative boots sinking slightly in the dirt. "I prefer it this way," Y/N smiles softly, letting Fíli place his hands on her hips and start swaying gently to a soundless beat. "No long dress that I would trip over, you being bolder to join me, no snow." She ends with a sigh, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"I'm glad you enjoy this Amrâl," Fíli whispers, the endearing name making her swoon. "But try not to get so comfortable, I have a few other plans."

She can practically hear the grin as he speaks. "May I ask what they are?"

"You may," Fíli hums, his hands gently running up and down her side. "I have gotten a few servants to bring up desserts to our new room for us to try, as well as a nice long few hours in the springs."

Burying her head into his shoulder, she lets out a silent laugh, slightly overwhelmed by all of the Prince's plans. Moving to look him in the eyes, Y/N's amused smile only grows bigger as she sees the slight confusion on Fíli's face.

"Is something wrong?"

Shaking her head, Y/N bites her lip in order not to smile or laugh any more than she already has. "No, no." She begins, watching a wave of relief wash on the Prince. "You just...hmm what's the word?"

"Are perfect in every way?"

"Oh haha," she says sarcastically. "No, umm, well yes, but I was going to say that you spoil me too much."

With a grin to match hers, Fíli twirls her around before saying, "ah but you deserve it! And more!" Which earns him a small giggle and a long sweet kiss.

#the hobbit #fíli #fili x reader #fili #fili x you #fili x y/n #ft. clumsy wonderland #fotfics #the hobbit fanfiction #fics #$$nat's drabbles #drabbles

[laviethepooh]

the small things | xiao x reader

summary. xiao lets you braid his hair

ft. xiao and mentions of zhongli & venti

cw. xiao's karmic debt

wc. 1k

notes. i saw him in the moonchase festival quest so i'm posting it now! love him sm <3 enjoy!

it was a perfect spring day. the breeze was refreshing, blowing the hair away from your face; the sun was warm, the beautiful rays illuminating the world. sitting atop a cliff on jueyun karst with the view of a waterfall and moving clouds in front of you, you felt more alive than ever. but perhaps what really made it perfect was the adeptus accompanying you.

it had taken a bit of convincing for xiao to agree to join you. when you first asked him, he replied saying, “my eternal doom will only shackle you on a day like this. not to mention the adepti living there.” but the weather was so amazing that you didn’t want to spend it with anyone else other than xiao. when you shared that with him, he finally accepted it, saying, “i suppose i shouldn’t let you go on your own.”

now that he was sitting next to you, watching the waterfall, you were content. life wasn’t always easy for you and it wasn’t always easy for xiao, but being able to spend time together was the few times you were able to relax. having a partner who constantly had to deal with karmic debt wasn’t easy and it pained your heart to see him live an agonizing life. although the day off was partially for you to relax, it was also an excuse to have xiao rest and take a break from enduring the constant suffering.

“xiao.” he immediately turned to look at you. “i have a small request.”

“hmph, if it is within my abilities, you may do as you wish,” he replied.

you hesitated for a moment, wondering if he really would do what you had in mind.

“then would it be alright if i could braid your hair?”

he turned to you in disbelief. his eyes widened and his expression was one of slight disgust. although it was nothing you didn’t expect, you still felt disappointed. xiao must have noticed though and you saw his expression soften just slightly.

you watched as he thought for a while, causing you to grow slightly anxious. of course he wouldn’t let you braid his hair. why would an adeptus agree to doing something as silly as that? and xiao of all people would hate to have something as trivial as braided hair. but just as you were about to take back your words, xiao finally responded.

“i suppose...it will be alright if you wish to braid my hair. it is within my abilities after all.”

your eyes lit up and you started thanking xiao. “you’ll love it, i promise!”

you decided to get up and sit in front of xiao cross-legged. since he had two multicolored lofts of longer hair, you planned on braiding the two of them. although it would look reminiscent of another certain archon, you had a feeling it would suit xiao in an uncharacteristically cute way.

you started humming a simple liyue tune as you got to work on his hair. it was a song that every kid knew since they were young. it was oddly soothing to be braiding his hair which felt soft and silky against your fingers. the tranquil sounds of rushing water and rustling grass filled your ears. xiao’s eyes were closed and his breathing was slow; you could feel his exhales against your arm. he must have felt relaxed which made you happy because you knew how hard xiao worked to hunt demons and how his karmic debt left him agonized.

you reached the end of the braid and took a thin purple ribbon to tie the ends. “i finished one,” you announced and xiao opened his eyes to take it into his hand.

“it looks...nice.”

you hummed contentedly and moved onto braiding the other side. though you were focusing on his hair, you could see xiao watching you out of the corner of your eye with his intense gaze. you looked at him and his eyes softened to sweet honey. xiao gave you a smile so precious and endearing you wished you had a kamera to take a photo of it. his smiles were rare and beautiful, so every time you saw them, you felt your stomach explode into a flurry of butterflies.

you had heard that there was a time where xiao wasn’t like this. a time where he wasn’t always so cold and he was able to laugh freely. you didn’t know where those times went, but you didn’t want to pry into it seeing how xiao often grimaced when you asked about his past. zhongli told you that xiao was smiling more frequently, especially when around you, and you felt some sort of relief. you couldn’t do much to protect him, but if he was happier, then you were doing your job successfully.

once again, you reached the end of the braid and you tied it into a bow with another purple ribbon. you let go of his hair and sat back to admire your work. the deep green and turquoise braids just barely extended past his chin and they framed his face nicely. the breeze playfully swayed his hair almost as if it was teasing it. xiao looked at you and looked at the hair and looked back at you again.

“well, i never imagined myself with such a hairstyle,” he admitted as he carefully took the braids into his hands, “it’s...different.”

“do you like it, though?”

he simply nodded.

then he gave you that smile again that left you feeling fluttery. you leaned in to give him a kiss before toppling over him and landing on top of his chest. you stayed still for a few moments, his honey irises meeting your own. then you felt his arms wrap around you and pull you into his chest. you could hear his heartbeat singing a song of love against your ear.

it was simple moments like these that you felt were the most special. although xiao had lived for thousands of years, you found it endearing how he always remembered every second he spent with you. perhaps in a few years you and xiao would look back on the day where you braided his hair without a single detail to be forgotten. you both knew moments like these wouldn't last, but you would do anything to stay in the warm embrace of xiao forever.

#lavie.txt #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x y/n #xiao x reader #xiao x y/n #xiao

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

A life With You Chapter 1

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Mason Lockwood x Reader,  Eventual Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Requested: Can I have an Elijah x Pregnant!Reader? Not his baby, but he loves her and is willing to be the legal father of the baby 🥺 I need fluff in my life lmao ✨👌 -Anon

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Nothing in this one. Just setting up the story for us.��

Author’s Note: Oh look! A new series! Welcome to the first chapter of A life with you. I had an idea for a hallmarkish story and this is what came of a request that I had gotten. I do hope you guys enjoy it. While this will be an Elijah x reader endgame it will be a while before we catch a glimpse of Elijah. So bare with me okay? 🙈

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

<< Series Masterlist || Chapter 2 >>

“This isn’t some walk in the park!” Damon yelled at Y/N as he took a step closer to her. “This isn’t just some chance to prove that you can handle things! We’re talking about your life.”

“You don’t get to make this decision for me.” Y/N said as she shook her head. Her hand on her bag filled with her gear. She was set out to leave in just minutes. “We both knew what would happen when we signed up for this.”

Y/N moved to walk past Damon. The moment she did, Damon grabbed a hold of her arm, causing her to turn back to him. “We may have signed up for this, but I didn’t sign up to watch you agree to a suicide mission.”

A sad smile pulled at her lips as she brought her hand up to Damon’s face and placed it on his cheek. As she looked up at him, she didn’t say anything at first. She couldn’t get her thoughts out as she wanted to. “I’ll always come home to you. That isn’t going to change with this mission.”

Damon’s hand came up to place his hand on top of hers as he watched her. He opened his mouth to speak, and then shut it quickly before shaking his head and laughing a moment later. 

“Cut!” The director called out. 

Y/N chuckled as she watched Damon take a step away from her. “It’s it really that hard to tell me you love me?” She joked.

“It’s kind of hard when you’re making faces where the camera can’t see you.” He chuckled causing Y/N to laugh.

“That’s definitely payback for yesterday’s go of things.” She said with a nod and it was Damon’s turn to laugh.

“You lasted longer than I thought you would.” He said with a shake of his head. 

"I may be new to the field, but it definitely takes a lot to break me.” She said with a smirk.

“Alright, let's get our Scarlet and Jason back into their places and take it from the top.” The director called out before Y/N and Damon found themselves back on their marks at the beginning of the scene. 

After four more takes, the scene had come out flawlessly. Damon and Y/N had managed to go through the scene without any jokes or pranks in the process. The heartbreaking goodbye between Scarlett and Jason perfected before getting a break. 

"What do you plan on doing tomorrow?" Damon asked as he and Y/N began to walk off the set.  

"I'm not sure. Knowing Mason he might have something planned.” Y/N didn’t miss the way that Damon’s face dropped. 

“Well, if the two of you aren’t doing anything, Elena and I are having a barbeque at the rental since she’s coming out here for a visit.” Damon offered. 

It definitely wasn’t a secret that Damon didn’t like Mason. There were a few times where the cast and their loved ones got together on their days off. But no matter how many times Damon interacted with Mason, there was always something that gave him a bad vibe. 

Damon had grown to care for Y/N as a close friend. With the vibe that he constantly felt coming off of Mason, he was never sure if he should cross those boundaries with her. They were co-stars who were becoming friends. He’d hate to overstep his boundaries by telling Y/N the man she was with wasn’t liked by not just him but a few of the others on set as well. 

“I’ll be sure to let him know.” Y/N said with a nod of her head. “How long is she staying for this time?”

“Just for a few days.” As they passed a table with an assortment of food, he reached over and grabbed a doughnut and continued to walk. “The kids are coming since it’s spring break, they can’t stay longer.”

A smile pulled at Y/N’s lips at the mention of Damon’s kids before she chuckled at the way he eyed the doughnut before shoving half of it into his mouth. “I’m sure they are going to love coming out. I can’t wait to see them again.”

“Oh they’ll definitely love that.” He said a moment later. “They just can’t get enough of their favorite new actress.”

Y/N chuckled. “It was the princess role, wasn’t it?”

“Wait, you were a princess?” His words had caused Y/N to smack his arm, causing him to chuckle. 

Y/N only had a few titles under her belt. But with the growing success of the movies she’s starred in, the more roles she was being offered. Including one being a Princess that Damon’s kids had watched and loved. That was how he knew Y/N when she introduced herself to him. 

“Y/N!” Hearing her name had caused them both to turn and look in the direction of where they heard it. 

Seeing as someone was waving her from the hair and makeup trailer, Y/N knew it was time for her to become bloodied and bruised for the next several scenes that she needed to shoot. It made Y/N sigh before she looked over at Damon. 

“Back to the chair I go.” She said before she turned to leave. 

“Enjoy the prosthetics.” He said with a smirk pulling at his lips. “I just need a touch up.”

“Remember who the hero is in this one, Salvatore.” She called over her shoulder, causing Damon to shake his head quickly. 

“I’ll see you for the next scene together, Y/L/N.” He said before walking away. 

The sound of the door shutting had caught Mason’s attention. The moment Y/N walked through the doors, there was as if there was this relief that had washed over her. She kicked off her shoes before she walked further into the house, finding Mason lounging on the couch. 

Unlike Damon, who had a house he was renting for the time being, Y/N lived close enough to the studio that she wasn't confined to a rental or even her trailer. The last several scenes that were being filmed were no longer on location, giving her the opportunity to unwind in her own home. 

"I've got a spot with your name on it that gives a full foot massage." Mason called over his shoulder as his eyes trained on the screen before him. 

It caused Y/N to laugh, but she practically ran to the couch and plopped herself on to it. She placed her feet onto Mason's lap as a smile grew on her lips. "Massage away."

"How was your day?" He asked as he brought his hands to her foot and began applying pressure to the bottom of it. 

"A lot of retakes." She said as she rested her head on the back of the couch as she watched him. “A lot of stunt work that I tried to be a part of, but didn’t work out.” They both chuckled at the same time. “Thankfully tomorrow we get a day off and I can rest. Speaking of which, Damon invited us over for a barbeque. Elena and the kids will be in town.”

Mason’s eyebrow raised. “You would think the man would want to spend time with his family instead of having people over.”

“He loves showing his kids who he is working with.” Y/N said with a small smile pulling at her lips. “I happen to be their favorite person right now. Plus it would be nice to hang out with everyone without being on set and in make up.”

“I don’t know.” He said with a shake of his head. “I’d like to spend the one day you get off with you. Preferably doing something here or going hiking or something.”

Y/N sighed. “You of all people should know why I need to go to simple barbecues such as this one.” 

It sometimes confused her why Mason had been so stubborn about it. She and Mason had been together since she was in college. For as many parties and get togethers she dragged him to, he should have been understanding. This was how she met the friends of friends. Friends who were producers and directors. Ones that were willing to take chances and she was all for being that chance. 

“But when it’s the same people you see at work every day?” He asked. “That’s not gaining you anything.”

“Maybe all I need are friends.” She said as she sat up and pulled her feet off of his lap. “Friends are needed too. We both need them. We moved away from all of ours and I know that hasn’t been easy for both of us.”

Mason stood up from his spot and ran his hand through his hair. “Making friends out here is only a convenience once they find out who I’m dating. It’s quite fascinating how many people want to be friends with your boyfriend.”

Y/N looked down. “We talked about this once.” She said after a moment. “I asked you if you’d be able to handle this. I asked several times if you believed you could handle how things are going to change. And each time you said you could. So I’ll ask you once more. Can you handle that our lives are going to change because of the work I will be doing?”

Mason kept his eyes on her as he thought it over for a moment. “I don’t know.” 

Y/N nodded her head. She didn’t think that there would ever be a time where Mason had wanted an out. For as long as they had been together, Mason had been there by her side. He helped her run lines for auditions and was there for her through filming, press tours and even premieres.

Through all of those times, she hadn’t felt like he had changed in any way. That he was still going to be by her side and now, there was that part of her that was now worried. Worried that maybe she had been blind to the changes while she was enjoying the time she had while working on different projects. 

“Okay.” She said after a moment. “Think it over. Take the time you need to figure out if this is what you really want.” She tried to keep the tears that wanted to form at bay, but it had been hard to do so. “Tomorrow I’ll go to Damon’s for a little bit and then I’ll be home.”

Before Mason could say anything, she began to leave the room. She knew that he was going to need his space. This was something he needed to do on his own and she couldn’t influence his decision. She didn’t want to be the reason that he wasn’t happy there with her. She didn’t want them to begin to hate each other before they broke up. 

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“What’s your poison?” Damon asked as Y/N as he opened the ice chest filled with a variety of drinks. 

She chuckled and reached for the bottle of water that was in there. That had caused Damon to raise his brow while he watched her take it. Seeing his reaction she shrugged. “I have an earlier call time than you do tomorrow. I’d like not to be hungover while sitting in a makeup chair for three hours.”

“Don’t let him fool you.” Elena said as she walked over and grabbed a few of the juices for the kids. “He’s got an early call time too, he'll be bitching in the morning when he has to be hanging from wires and hungover.”

“Have I ever mentioned how much I love that you give me ammunition against your husband?” Y/N said with a grin on her face. 

“A time or two.” Elena said with a grin. “Is Mason stopping by later?”

Y/N tried to keep her face from falling. After Y/N left the living room last night, Mason stayed there the whole night. And when Y/N got up this morning, he had been gone. She had no doubt that he was getting a run in or just trying to find somewhere to think about things like Y/N wanted him to.

“He had a few things he needed to take care of.” It wasn’t a lie, since Mason did have things he needed to be doing at that moment. “If he manages to get things done before we call it a night, I’m sure he’ll come.” 

“Good.” Damon said with a nod. “Then I can get ammunition from him to use against you.” A smirk pulled at his lips before bringing a bottle of beer to his lips and taking a drink. 

Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I highly doubt that. He’s on my side, remember?”

“Ouch.” Damon said looking between her and Elena. “You’ve turned my wife against me and I can’t even get the same opportunity with your boyfriend.” He placed his hand on his chest, feigning hurt. 

Y/N could easily see through it, as did Elena. They both knew that Damon was definitely playing nice. He wasn’t going to overstep without actually needing to. While Elena could play it off as girl talk, Damon was hoping that Mason was a no show tonight. 

Laughter had come from the adults as they sat around eating their dinner. Several cast and crew had shown up for the evening. Damon and Elena ensuring their guests were completely comfortable.  There wasn't a single moment of awkwardness for Y/N and she loved that. 

"You missed it, Elena." Lexi said starting up the next conversation. "The prank Y/N had pulled on set was the best I've seen done."

"Please tell me it was on Damon." Elena asked, looking from Lexi to Y/N.

Y/N chuckled and nodded. "Oh it was."

"Now I have to hear this." Elena said as she got herself ready to hear the story. 

Lexi began to talk about how Y/N had managed to switch out Damon's designated clothes with another person. Most of them were already used and bloody. It was never something that made Y/N queasy in the slightest. But the way Lexi had been explaining things had made Y/N’s stomach turn. In a way that she could no longer sit there and hope that the feeling would go away. 

With a quick ‘excuse me’, Y/N took off towards the house. Her pace was hopefully slow enough that it  wouldn’t draw questions, but quick enough that she was sure that she’d make it in time. Her only thought was that was getting to the restroom that was on the first floor of the house. 

Even as she entered through the back sliding glass doors, she didn’t notice the men that were in the kitchen chatting away. Their voices blurred out as she passed them. Her mind didn’t even register that Damon had called out to her, asking if she was okay. 

She barely had time to shut the door behind her before she made it to the toilet. The contents of her stomach coming up instantly. It hadn’t been the first time today that she had to stop what she was doing and make a run from the restroom. Today wasn’t even the first day either. 

As her stomach continued to heave to remove the contents of it, her thoughts had played out the last few days. From the moment that she had taken the test, things had changed rather quickly. While she was in her last week of filming it was how the rest of her life had changed. 

She was going to tell Mason last night. She was going to show him the test before they had gone to bed. But then they had their argument and her plans changed. Her mind was racing with how things should be done now. Especially now since she was currently at a barbeque with everyone she works with and the father of her child wasn’t there. 

Once her stomach had emptied and there was nothing left to give, she flushed the toilet before making her way over to the sink to not only rinse out her mouth, but to wet her face. She was hoping that she’d be able to calm herself before she left the bathroom. So that she could hopefully play it off as something else. At least for now. 

After a few moments of taking some time to get herself in order, she opened the door to head back to everyone else. As she did, she found Damon leaning against the hall besides the entryway of the door. At first there was a look of worry on his face. That was before realization in him hit as he took in her appearance. 

His eyes moved from her to down the hallway for a moment, before looking back at her. “I’d ask a stupid question, but I think I know the answer.”

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat that seemed to form at his words. “And what is the answer?”

Damon gave a small chuckle. “Elena has been pregnant twice. The water all day while I know for a fact, you can hold yourself when it comes to taking alcohol and an early call time. First clue there. Then it made sense as to what happened during our first take yesterday.”

He wasn’t wrong. During the first take of the day, Y/N needed to make a run for the bathroom. She had pulled it off as something not sitting right with her. It seemed to work with everyone, but it was now enough for Damon to start putting the pieces together. 

All Y/N could do was nod in that moment. Words couldn’t form as she tried to pull herself together that the thoughts she had moments before had gone out the window. But there was a part of her that felt relief that someone else knew. 

“Mason doesn’t know yet.” She said a moment later. “I was going to tell him last night, but we got into an argument and it just didn’t feel like the right time to tell him.”

“Well, he definitely knows now.” Mason’s voice carried from down the hall.

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Can I request levi with S (from the Soulmate au Prompt) please?

Thank you so much for the request!!!

This is for the Soulmate Drabble Alphabet I’m doing. The prompts can be found here if you want to request one!

Songbird (any songs a person sings will get stuck in their soulmate’s head for the duration they decide to sing it).

Warnings: None! Just good ol' fluff!

Pairing: Levi x GN!MC

Rating: G

Ever since MC was young, there was always a song stuck in their head and almost always it was a song they've never heard of in their life and it was almost always in a language you'd never heard before. When they were in middle school, they finally figured out some of the songs were in Japanese. One of their friends said they might be anime intros, which would explain why they hadn't heard them before, but there were only a few songs they could ever find. After years of obscure music, half in Japanese, some in English, and the rest in some language they couldn't figure out for the life of them, MC gave up trying to find all the songs and simply enjoyed them.

Then they woke up in the Devildom, and found themselves thrust into the whirlwind life of the new human exchange student. The songs in their head never stopped as they made their way through their busy new life. They grew close to the brothers in their time down there, but became the closest with Levi. Weekly gaming sessions and anime binge watching became habit. The pair quickly became inseparable over the months and as Spring Break approached, Levi had the brilliant plan to go to a Karaoke bar for their first night of the break.

Mammon, Asmo, and Satan joined the two, enjoying the drinks and the snacks and settling in as Levi scrolled through the list of songs. MC laughed along with the group's conversation when suddenly Levi began to sing and so did the voice in their head. MC whipped their head to the front, their eyes wide as they watched Levi gracefully sing the Ruri-Chan opening theme song in time with the voice in their head.

It couldn't be... Could it?

MC watched, transfixed, on the demon on the stage who, ever since coming down here, had quickly become their best friend. As the song faded to an end, Levi turned around, a shy smile on his face.

"MC! We should do the outro song together. It's a duet!" MC could vaguely hear the other bickering in the background, but none of that mattered. They had to know if it was true. Their feet found their place next to Levi on the stage and picked up the extra mic from the stand with a smile. Levi's face flushed as he started the next song. As the lyrics scrolled up on the screen and the pair began to sing, so did the voices in their head in perfect time.

Their eyes met, both hesitantly singing, trying to confirm what they both suspected. Then it clicked and the mics fell to the floor, forgotten.

"MC... you're... I'm...." MC rushed forward, pulling Levi in for a tight embrace.

"You're my soulmate," they whispered against his skin as they felt his arms wrap around them in return.

"And you're mine... i-is that okay?" MC only hugged them tighter.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

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[popcorn-kitten]

new hiveswap info and development timelines just dropped on the Kickstarter ✌️

Over the years, a lot of misinformation, as well as deliberate disinformation, has spread around about the history of Hiveswap. The purpose of this post is to clarify these matters for backers who've been wondering what the truth is.

The Kickstarter was planned by the What Pumpkin business development team in mid-2012. One member of the team was a crowdfunding specialist who led the planning process and managed the contracts with the developer. Prior to the Kickstarter opening for pledges, What Pumpkin worked out a plan for a flexible game concept that could be refined according to how much the campaign ultimately brought in. As Hussie was still working on Homestuck full time at this point, the plan was to hand over his game concept and story outline to a development company that could deliver the project.

The crowdfunding campaign finished out at a gross total of $2,485,506, as well as a gross total of $207,930 from PayPal pledges. But because of platform fees, as well as the costs of producing and shipping merchandise to backers of the campaign, the effective budget was significantly lower than the gross pledged total:

The above deductions from the gross total do not include taxes.

After determining the final budget for the game, What Pumpkin signed an agreement with the contracted game company (hereafter “GC”) to develop Hussie’s game concept. WP and GC entered into a development contract on November 30, 2012, shortly after the conclusion of the Homestuck Kickstarter. WP paid $788,000 to GC in late 2012 for development.

Because there was an understanding that delivering the complete game development documents would take some time, during which it would be difficult for GC to make meaningful progress on the Hiveswap game build, GC inquired about getting involved with other Homestuck-adjacent projects to do immediate work. WP let GC know about the Act 7 animation plans. With an assurance that this work could be done in parallel with a flexible timeline and would not impact the development cycle of Hiveswap itself, Hussie and What Pumpkin saw this as a good opportunity to establish a working relationship with this organization prior to the start of development and agreed to contract GC to do animation work for the Act 7 project. WP and GC agreed that this project would have a separate budget from the Hiveswap Kickstarter money, paid for from WP’s regular operating funds. As the existence of this animation itself would not be revealed until its release in 2016, this was not publicly announced at the time. GC and the lead animator on the project specifically requested not to be credited upon release of the animation.

Hussie initiated the “Megapause” on April 14, 2013 in order to devote his full attention to finalizing the Hiveswap development documents. What Pumpkin soon provided its story documents so that GC could formally begin core systems development. In July of 2013 WP and GC mutually agreed to push back GC’s deliverable dates without penalty. Hussie would share an update in 2013 detailing the state of predevelopment:

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/14293468/homestuck-adventure-game/posts/708686

In 2013 following receipt of WP’s deliverables, GC enthusiastically assured WP that it was positioned to begin development. GC would deliver its first prototype in early 2014.

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1qSXwWKD5Km1yL-3Cj_W5IevW-IA978zJ/view?usp=sharing

This prototype, linked above, was sent to WP on 2/18/14. At this point, it was becoming a significant concern among backers that WP had yet to show proof that the game was being made, so WP was looking for any sort of tangible progress update from GC that was suitable to share with the public. But Hussie and WP found the quality of the prototype somewhat alarming, and decided that sharing any shots from the game would only cause embarrassment for GC. Nevertheless, WP was still willing to assume that this was a very early draft of something that would develop into a more promising product soon, and gave GC some more time to improve on it.

But the improvements didn’t come. No other advancements on the prototype were ever made. After waiting weeks with no update other than assurances that progress was carrying on smoothly, Hussie initiated the “Gigapause” both to take care of personal matters and later to get directly involved in the development of the game himself. He decided to move to southern California from the east coast in hopes that working directly with the GC could help them overcome whatever obstacles they were facing with Hiveswap’s development. GC responded positively to the prospect of Hussie’s involvement, but when he made the move and tried to coordinate a time to visit the GC offices and meet, GC insisted it was a bad time due to office renovations and a busy schedule. Here is a timeline with quotes from emails exchanged between Hussie and GC:

May 12, 2014 - from Hussie to GC

“Just letting you know I actually moved to the west coast recently. I'm only an hour or so away from LA now.

I could drive down and check out the office, see how things are going with the game and animation in person some time soon. Is there a time that would work for you guys? In a week or two maybe?”

May 15, 2014 - from GC to Hussie

“That's awesome about being on the west coast. It'd be great to have you come to the studio.

Dev has slowed a bit on our end, as we wanted to take a step back and really evaluate what was needed and the best way to achieve the features that have been coming online in the docs. We're continuing to break that all down so we can build and plan most effectively moving forward. We also wanted to find some simple formats for input from your writing team for dialogue content and are getting that squared away.

The best time to come by would actually be right after E3. Things are a bit nuts until then.”

May 18, 2014 - from Hussie to GC

“[Name redacted], sounds good. I'll set aside some time after E3 to make the drive down. As we approach the date, just let me know what works for you.”

E3 was June 10-12, 2014. GC did not invite Hussie to visit at this time.

Hussie and WP representatives were in LA over July 4th weekend, 2014. When they inquired about visiting the offices again they were still not welcome. A GC representative insisted that they meet at a restaurant instead. Yet GC continued to telegraph that they were receptive to the idea of inviting Hussie to the office well into the summer:

Aug 18, 2014 - from GC to Hussie

“We'd love to set up a new time for Andrew to come to the studio as well as a skype chat to meet the other team members.”

Despite apparent enthusiasm about meeting with Andrew in their email correspondence, GC continued the pattern of refusing to meet at the office or supply any signs of progress on the prototype.

Over that summer, GC delivered several pieces of concept art that WP had been requesting since January. Hussie did his best to present this publicly as a positive development as WP felt it would be counterproductive to the project and harmful to GC to publicly detail the development troubles at the time.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/14293468/homestuck-adventure-game/posts/883860

There was no indication from GC that the Act 7 animation project was in any way in conflict with Hiveswap development. GC was enthusiastic about taking on this project, and bidded against other animators for the contract. They saw it as a useful tie-in to concept art work on Hiveswap, as GC leadership conveyed in an email to WP in early 2013:

WP also does not have any reason to believe that the Act 7 project in practice created a conflict that was not disclosed by GC to WP. Act 7 was a 2D animation project, and Hiveswap at the time was a 3D game, so it did not pull GC’s programmers or 3D artists away from work on Hiveswap. GC never mentioned the development needs of a separate project at all to WP, or cited any such reason as distracting from work on Hiveswap; GC instead repeatedly provided WP with various assurances that everything was still fine with Hiveswap.

Had GC communicated that they had scheduling conflicts or some other impediment preventing them from developing Hiveswap, WP would have terminated the contract even sooner.

WP moved to terminate the agreement with GC late summer of 2014, and Hussie pivoted towards establishing a new independent game studio while consulting with a designer who had stepped up into a leadership position during the GC development period. That individual lived in NYC, which is why that location was chosen to establish the new studio rapidly. They helped build the studio through a local network of professional contacts. While this “What Pumpkin NYC” studio shared a name with What Pumpkin, it’s important to note that all of WP NYC’s studio staff save for the aforementioned individual were hired without any prior affiliation with WP and thus had no association with the GC contract. WP documented this development on Kickstarter on October 30th, 2014. https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/14293468/homestuck-adventure-game/posts/1035099

At this point, negotiations were very amicable; both parties agreed the project simply wasn’t turning out to be a good fit for GC, and were both ready to move on. There were no signs given at all that WP was about to have trouble recovering the remaining funds.

WP is legally permitted to discuss details of the resolution of the dispute only under very specific circumstances. WP may make additional disclosures outside of this post to individual backers in accordance with legal obligations.

Following resolution of the GC contract, in Spring 2015 the WP NYC studio was running at full capacity on Hiveswap. The main problem was the fact that WP management was blindsided by the revelation that much less money would be coming back than expected. The WP NYC project manager had designed the schedule based on the good faith presumption that most of the development funds would be recouped. When it was finally revealed the return was far short of what was expected, and the repayment plan could in no way keep up with the schedule as currently drafted, it threw the project into a period of chaos as plans were quickly redrawn. The length of Act 1 was slashed, and other modifications were made to try to fit the rest of Act 1 into the newly shortened runway. But in the end, the revisions still weren't enough to save the game as it existed, and the studio needed to be closed in order to reserve what funds remained to finish the project in some form.

This may have come across as a sudden or spontaneous decision. Part of this is because the WP NYC senior staff and WP ownership were doing everything in their power to save the project, including injecting WP regular operating funds into the project, until it was determined that going any further would be disastrous for the future of Hiveswap. Another is that WP was legally unable to give any detailed disclosures about the financial troubles, even to many of the WP NYC staff.

It should also be noted that originally the NYC studio was not going to be permanently closed, but only frozen for a reassessment of the project. But during this freeze period, there were some dramatic events. One staff member behaved in a destructive and threatening manner. For the protection of those involved, details shouldn't be disclosed. But these events made navigating the post-freeze issues impossible. Communication between ownership, management and staff broke down because of these events, and the freeze turned into full closure. This version of the project was then abandoned for many reasons, including these events.

Some misinformation claims that at the time the WP NYC studio was shuttered, its iterations of Act 1 and 2 were complete. This is wrong. Act 1 was very far from a shippable state and absolutely no work on Act 2 had been completed besides some concept and 3D art. Here you can see a video documenting one of many major bugs with critical path progression in the final build produced by WP NYC, where it becomes impossible to re-focus on the Simon Says toy if Joey fails and then exits out of the puzzle:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1M2mmkMx8Wkwp1VU_5IpMKDvngmUFS0IG/view?usp=sharing

At the point the WP NYC studio was frozen it was still difficult to finish a full run of the critical path without the debug tool, and the UI was far from complete. With that build, Act 1 ended the moment Joey passed through the portal on Earth. The current version of Act 1, where Joey makes it to Alternia and meets Xefros, is more indicative of the original length of the NYC version of Act 1. Not only did it need to be slashed from what the original script proposed, the NYC version of Act 1 still wasn't that close to resembling a shippable product after those changes were made.

Because of the amount of time and resources already devoted to this project, WP was initially very reluctant to lay anyone off or scrap the work being done. It was for this reason that the studio stayed open for months after the contract with GC was resolved; WP made every effort to deliver a game with that team, but at the time WP NYC was shuttered, the funds just weren't there to keep the studio running at its current burn rate and schedule slips. The game was never going to reach delivery with the funds available. The studio urgently needed to be frozen for a full reassessment, and then it was closed after the freeze due to the reasons stated above. This was the only course of action that could have saved the project.

To WP's knowledge every artist whose work was used in the final release of Act 1 was included in the credits. The final version of Act 1 was in large part built off concept art and storyboards drawn during the WP NYC era, and many of the artists who made them continued to work on the team that produced the final version of Act 1; the roadmap for the completion of Act 1 was specifically planned because WP had determined that the existing 2D concepts could easily be refined into a final product that would both be visually appealing and more economic to produce. Unfortunately due to the transition to 2D WP no longer had a place for the 3D artists or the original 3D engine, and all of those assets were dropped. They were not used as a basis for the finished assets in Act 1, and visual similarities to WP NYC 3D assets are due to the fact that final Act 1 assets are in large part refinements of the original concept art. Any artist whose work was used incidentally was included in Additional Contributions.

Both the GC and NYC phases of Hiveswap were setbacks to the overall fulfillment of the project, but not insurmountable. WP reorganized the budget to establish a new version of the studio, and Act 1 was released two years after the closure of NYC.

As an addendum, WP has identified the primary source of a disclosure to a well-circulated document of the Hiveswap development process. WP has been aware of a pattern of false claims this former employee has made since the end of their employment at the beginning of 2014. As this individual was not present during the end of the development contract with GC, nor the WP NYC development period, all of the information they have shared is based on speculation and conjecture.

At this time, WP does not wish to invite more controversy into the lives of anyone previously involved with this project, and considers these matters to have been resolved long ago. The goal for years has been to turn the page on flawed attempts by earlier studios, and simply move forward and bring Hiveswap to completion without sparking the chaos, disruption, and threats to personal safety that would have resulted from disclosing many of the details stated above. Doing so would only make it more difficult for the staff to rebuild the project during these periods immediately following the termination of the GC agreement and closure of the NYC studio. Since preservation of the project was the primary responsibility to the backers, making destructive disclosures that put the project at risk along the way would have been at odds with that responsibility. This policy also served to protect individuals from personal or professional harm, including those who were responsible for serious setbacks with the project. Please respect the privacy of any persons affiliated with GC and WP NYC.

#homestuck #hiveswap #kickstarter info #nothing was edited or changed from the original

[echo-three-one]

All in a day's work

A Frank Woods x Reader One Shot

NSFW warning ( Yes this means both Not Safe For Work and Naked Sexy Frank Woods)

Read at your own risk.

Summary : Frank comes home from a tiring trip and you decide to cook him his favorite dinner. Little did you know that he's craving a different menu than what you have planned.

Requested by @maximumpoetrygalaxy

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The savory scent of roast turkey wafts across the kitchen as you transfer it from the baking tray to the plate, humming a tune of your favorite song.

Today is a very special day, because your man Frank Woods comes home from a three day work appointment across the country. You're sure he's going to be tired, so you prepared a feast fit for a king like him. He's never been a person who likes material gifts and you know full well that the best way to your man's heart is through his stomach. You set up the table, trying to make it as romantic as possible, with the hopes of sending a message. After all, you've been away from each other's grasp for quite a long time and you believe you both needed a moment together.

Glancing at the clock, you note that he could be here any minute, so you slowly dim the lights and light up the candles you've placed, sliding away your apron as you stand by the door wearing a beautiful red dress you wore when you first met.

Your heartbeat rises as you hear the revving of his car stop and heavy footsteps approach the door.

"Y/N! I'm home!" he roars, his voice is always that rough and tough, and it instantly turns you on when you hear him say your name.

"Welcome home, Frank!" You greet as soon as he pushes the door open. His eyes widened as he sees you in that dress, you also notice his jaw drop. He then quickly snaps back to his senses as he gives you a tight hug, dropping his bag on the floor. You could feel his warm length bulging from his jeans, making you stifle a moan as he pulls away.

"Hey, Y/N. I miss ya." his eyes stares at yours suggestively. You know this look, and you feel excited knowing that no matter how tired he was, he's still up to it.

You sway your hands across his muscular shoulders and slides it down to his arms, feeling the toughness by squeezing it softly using your thumbs. He might not say it, but he sure damn loves it when you appreciate his 'gains'.

"I miss you too..." You smile as your eyes never leaves his sight, it feels like you two have been sending mental images to each other, and those images happen to mean the same thing. Rough Sex.

He quickly swings his hand and slams the door shut as his hand gently squeeze your waist pushing you to the sofa. You giggle as you look at him unzip his leather jacket, and slowly take it off revealing a plain white t shirt underneath. You take your time and appreciate how the soft white fabric clings on to his shape, especially around the arms, eyes glinting reminding him of how much you miss his presence. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he slowly crawls over you until his forehead rests against yours.

"Damn, you really made me feel welcome. I could smell my favorite food already." he hushes just inches from your face, his voice vibrates across your ears sending shivers across your body.

"I'll let you decide which to eat first." you whisper against his ear, blowing a tickling gust against it. He gets the idea as he immediately gives you a kiss. His lips hungrily crashed against yours as you respond with matching intensity, showing how much you hunger for his taste as well as his touch. Soft moans mixed with smooching sounds fill your ear as you slowly close your eyes and enjoy the magic of Frank's mouth, your hand clinging on to his hair as tight as you can, letting him know that he shouldn't stop doing it.

You both break the kiss as you gasp for air. Frank looks at you with a suggestive look, as his hands slowly slide off your dress.

"So, are you going to stop me or are you now allowing me to fuck you senseless on your couch?" he teases as the dress slides off you and he slides his fingers under your intimate apparel, which happens to be soaking wet at the moment.

"Only this time." you whimper as he slides his finger inside just as you start to reply. He likes it when his actions catch you off guard. It breaks your character but then again, you wanted him to break more than just that.

"What made you change your mind?" He asks in a very seductive tone, almost amused but still the same roughness, he does it while sliding your underwear down. You want to retaliate by undressing him, but your whole body feels weak and it shudders in excitement as his fingers are working its way down there. It was no match against yours, you've tried touching yourself while he was gone, but this feeling was way more different than what he's doing now. His fingers slid knowing what to do and each movement makes you whimper in excitement. And that's just two fingers.

"I needed you... now... badly..." your voice is as soft as a sigh, there's desperation in your voice and it brings a smile to his face. The kind of smile that boosts his ego. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he holds on to your waist and rolls across the couch, that way, you're now on top of him.

"Suck me." he whispers as you hear him unbuckle his belt, you quickly turn your way around and sit on his face while you slowly massage his cock as is springs out of his underwear. Wrapping your fingers around his cock, you slowly jerk it up and down, grinning at his grunts while his tongue licks off your pussy, trying not to move much as his beard tickles your sensitive areas.

You slowly put your mouth on his length slowly as his tip makes it's way on your tongue, slowly pulling it back up again and then down, as his cock coats itself with your saliva. He then surprises you by thrusting himself up, making you choke a little.

"Fuck, that sounds good..." he looks at you with mischief as you get down from him while he sits up on the sofa, his legs spread open as he guides you to sit on his cock.

You didn't hesitate as you get on top of it and he slowly slides himself inside you, his warm tip gently punctures through your pussy. You breathe out a sigh of both pain and pleasure, as you feel them both simultaneously.

Frank lets out a soft grunt, he surely enjoys how eager yet careful you are, and he shows it by sliding his hands from your waist upward as his thumbs circle around your perkly nipples.

You moan at the sensations you've felt as another inch inserts you, Frank's eyes sparks with lust as you look at him, his mouth breathes out roughly as you let his cock dig further into you. Grunts getting louder as you rise and fall on him, feeling his every inch letting him feel welcome. Then you finally stopped, he's almost all the way in but your face looked like you can't take much more.

Frank notices this and let's out a soft smile as he gives you a kiss, which was quite quick as he didn't let you kiss back, moving quickly to your neck and shoulders. You want to complain but then you feel him slowly jerking a bit deeper, your walls clenched as it hugs his cock tight.

"Mmmh.." is all that you could muster as he thrusts softly inside you, your hand clenches on his shirt tight as he starts to pick up his pace as soon as you get accustomed to his size.

You can hear Frank grunt and groan as you bounce on top of him, smiling mischievously as he realizes that you're the one who's picking up the pace, you compose barely audible 'yeah's and 'fuck's while doing so, all of which brings amusement to him. You could feel insides flutter signaling your closeness to climax, Frank sees this in your eyes as he quickly halts and positions you on all fours across the sofa.

You turn back to him as he quickly takes off his shirt, revealing his well sculpted body, a sight you enjoy looking at most of the time. His erect cock sways sideways as he slides down his pants and takes off his socks and shoes.

He slaps your ass cheeks hard as you wince in pain, letting out a gasp as he hastily inserts his whole length inside you, you could feel how much he'd long for this to happen as he squeezes your ass cheeks while thrusting intimately with increasing speed, as evidenced by the loud sounds of your skin hitting against each other.

You didn't mind yelling out his name, you scream for it along with some words the dictionary couldn't describe, you scream for it even if he's just behind your neck, whispering words behind your ear, words that sends shivers across your whole body. Just as you thought you felt it all, he suddenly flips you again as he spread your legs, letting one rest on his shoulder, wrapping it with his arm. He continues to fuck you senseless, this time you could see him smiling at you, his eyes filled with the same lust earlier but this time, it's fixated on yours.

You whimper as you could see your breasts wiggle up and down on each of his thrusts, his free hand alternating between grabbing your breast and rubbing his thumb by your pussy, all those actions sending you to a flurry of incomprehensible yet ecstatic sexual desire.

"I'm coming." he breathes, his voice is raspy yet still sexy. You nod and whimper in approval, preparing yourself as he slams himself quickly on to you a few more times, sending you both on a very arousing finish. You can feel his warm load heat up your insides, as he slowly crashes his weight on you, giving you soft kisses while you finally retaliate with more tongue action. He seems to be surprised by this and he quickly kisses back as you feel him slowly getting hard once again.

#horRAYfic #one-shot #frank woods #frank woods x reader #requested

[tessiete]

hi ive read like all your stuff about korkie is a kenobi in the span of about three days and i'm so EMOTIONAL?? it makes such narrative sense - star wars is a story about fathers and sons and what happens when mothers are lost and in eternal spring, when obi wan doesn't reject korkie, and korkie doesn't reject obi wan, and they love each other and accept each other despite the gaping hole that satine left in their relationship it like heals and breaks that cycle of little blonde boys being 1/

of little blonde boys being left in the desert without their mothers and with father figures who don't quite accept the responsibility of being a father to all of their detriments! it lets padme live, and it lets luke escape, and it lets everyone who wants to heal and work towards a better future. anyway, this is some Good Fucking Food and thank u for writing it. if you're still open to prompts i would really like to see some kryze-kenobi family bonding. just the three of them happy and together 

AH! This has been sitting so beautifully, and lovingly in my inbox for ages now, and I do apologise, but I just - I saw fluff and I panicked. I PANICKED!!!

And, as you can probably see, wrote reams of whump and h/c instead. But I tried.

Anyway, there is so much I want to say about this - I’m going to have to bookmark this whole thing just so I can come back again and again to your generous words. Thank you! I do have such a fondness for Eternal Spring, and whether or not it began as a joke, I am SO attached to the idea of Korkie as a Kenobi, the idea that blood isn’t always bad, that healing can happen, that good people make mistakes, that forgiveness IS an option - and I love how that aligns with the Pacifism of Satine’s New Mandalorians. I wish we had more of it (that insistent, unrelenting kindness and compassion) in SW, and Korkie is my little effort at that.

RANTING ASIDE, I hope you find and enjoy this little bit of fluff for the Kenobi-Kryzes. MUCH LOVE.

AND BY THE HAND LED

It was not Life Day. It was not Holyrod week, and Belli’s birthday had been a full ten month ago. Yet still, on this day, Kirokicek Kryze woke with the sun, and raced to his window where he could see the Sundari dockyard in the distance. 

Personal shuttles buzzed to and fro. Docking tugs hauled heavy freighters into place. Long, thin vactrains hurtled passengers from one platform to the next, or further on into the heart of the city. A few large ferries which had found mooring overnight made their ponderous voyage upwards, headed for the small opening at the apex of the Sundari dome. They were bound for transports anchored in wet space, the people aboard away for deep space travel to distant stars. 

Korkie watched as one neared the aperture, then, with incredible steadiness of hand, cleared the narrow gap with ease. He let go his breath, but his eyes remained fixed upon the opening. He was not much concerned with the ships that left, but instead found great interest in those ferries which were currently arriving.

They took turns - one in, one out - and with every exchange, Korkie felt as though the city was making room for a very special guest. One who loomed larger than life in his young consciousness, and one who occupied more and more space in his heart the closer he came.

Bebu was coming home.

A knock at his door was not enough to tear his attention from the spectacle outside, but he shuffled over to make room for his mother beside him at the window.

“Good morning, cyar'ika,” she said, pressing a kiss to his hair. “And what has got you up so early?”

She still wore her nightclothes beneath a fine gown of pressed velvet. Korkie leaned back into her embrace, stroking the soft fabric, and letting the warm, sweet smell of sleep wash over him.

“I’m watching the dockyards,” he said. “Look! Do you think that one of them has Bebu on it?”

Satine let her chin rest on the crown of his head, and followed his gaze to the sky.

“Perhaps,” she allowed. “Are you excited for your Bebu to come home?”

Korkie turned, trying to get a glimpse of her expression which could only be as teasing as his own was incredulous. She smiled.

“Excited, Belli?” he asked. “I am so, so, superlatively excited!”

“My,” she said, her face transforming to one of awe. “That is quite a superlative word you have discovered. Is it new?”

Korkie nodded. “I am saving it for Bebu, for our collection. Do you think he shall like it?”

“I think he shall be quite impressed, dinui.”

“I have another, but I always say it wrong, so I think I shall write it down, instead.”

“That is very wise,” she said. “For then there is no chance of misunderstanding, and then your father can teach you to speak it correctly.”

Korkie grinned, and squeezed her hand, so glad to be in such perfect accord. 

“That was exactly my plan, Belli!”

“Te jatne mind jo'lekir ti ast,” she said, laughing. “Now come.”

“Are we going to the docks?”

“Not yet,” she said. “First meal first, I think, and then we shall see.”

She stood from her place behind Korkie, and smoothed her skirts. The early morning sun fell kindly over her face, so that it lit her eyes from behind, like the facet of some bright gem. She held out her hand to him.

“But Belli -!”

“Is that fussing I hear coming out of your mouth?” she asked, the perfect image of confusion.

“No,” he conceded, hanging his head in defeat.

“I thought not,” she said. “Not my Korkie. Besides, we must first ensure that we are properly fed, and tidied before we appear at the docks. We cannot have our tummies grumbling and complaining while we are at the height of a superlative joy, now can we?”

“That would be rather distracting,” he allowed.

“And what would your father think if you showed up all bleary eyed, and sleep tousled? He’d hardly recognise you!”

“That’s not true,” protested Korkie. “He’d think me a ‘devoted legislator’. He said so last time.”

Satine cocked her head, a smirk curling in the corner of her mouth, and pinned just there, until such a time as she could give it to the owner of those borrowed words. 

“Well, cyare, I cannot think he meant it as a compliment,” she said, wiggling her fingers temptingly. “Now come - to firsts.

In the kitchens, his mother suggested they arrange a menu, scrounged from the conservator and pantry, while the staff set about preparing for the rest of their day.

“No need to bother anyone too much when it’s just us, right?” She placed a stool in front of an out of the way countertop, and held his hand while Korkie made a great leap to stand atop it. “Now, what are we hungry for?”

“Isbeans, and egg!” he cried. “With fresh muja juice!”

“Muja juice!” she echoed in surprise. “My, but we’re feeling quite indulgent today!”

“Well, it is a special occasion!” he said.

“Of course, you’re right. Muja juice it is. Anything else, ad’ika?”

He thought for a moment, but knowing how easily she had acceded to his first request, he concluded it most reasonable to forward several more.

“Perhaps some toast,” he said. “And flatcakes. And melon squares with black fire jelly? And then some moof milk and summerberries because they’ll go bad if we don’t eat them. With sucre crystals on the top. And maybe - only because Bebu says it’s healthy - a cup of kava. But just one, or I’ll be up all night.”

She crouched down to meet him, mischief sparkling in her eyes and not a word of protest at his requests. Instead, her tone was conspiratorial, as though they were together in some great game of hide and hunt. 

“Let’s brew a whole pot,” she said. “So that we may share it.”

He laughed in delight. Satine pulled down a tin of weava flour, and let him sprinkle the surface while she portioned out another measure into a shallow bowl for flatcakes. Under her careful eye, he cracked a tip-yip egg, and tipped in some sucre. She worked the mixture into a sticky dough, and portioned out small spheres for Korkie to press out upon the counter. Cook A’den looked on skeptically, but when his stack of raw discs began to pile up, she stepped in with a sigh, and a fond smile and lifted him on her hip while she fried them over a nano-cooker. 

As he worked, Satine gathered the berries and the milk, and a little pot of sucre. Helping hands piled plates high with toast, and ulik butter. Isbeans and hard boiled eggs followed, kept warm beneath heated domes. A whole pitcher of ice cold muja juice was produced from the conservator, and a fresh pot of kava was left to steep with wide, green leaves still in it. There was so much food that, in the end, a small cart was required to bear the fruits of their labours, while Korkie added the final touch of perfectly browned flatcakes.

Normally, they would eat their firsts in the family dining hall, but Satine insisted that she could not possibly do so while still dressed in her nightclothes.

“And scandalise the whole parliament? I think not, my very shocking dinui. No, it’s best we take everything back to my rooms, and eat there where no one will think us as uncivilised as we appear.”

So with many thanks to A’den, and her workers, Korkie followed his mother down the glistening marbloid halls with their wide windows. The sun was nearly all the way up, and the traffic in the sky had only increased since Korkie last looked. He was hit with the sudden realisation that perhaps many ferries had come and gone in his absence, and any one of them might contain his father. He raced to the window to check.

“Come along, Korkie,” said Satine. “Soon. I promise.”

Torn between food and the possibility that his father was waiting for him even now, Korkie gave into the demands of his hunger, and followed his mother down the hall.

They stopped outside her door, the cart pushed just off to the side. Satine looked at him appraisingly, smoothing one hand over his determinedly erstwhile hair.

“Oh dear,” she said, straightening his synfleece robe, as he reached for the cart to steal a summerberry from the pile. “You do look a sight. But I suppose it cannot be helped.”

She gave him a fond caress, her thumb tracing the swell of his little cheek with such reverence, and care that Korkie nearly felt guilty for snatching the fruit. But she smiled as he swallowed, and he supposed it must just have been one of those strange things buirs did from time to time, where they mixed up joy and sorrow and said nothing about it.

“I shall comb my hair later, Belli,” he offered. That seemed to do the trick, for she laughed, and stood, and gave his hand a brief squeeze.

“I will remember you said that,” she said. “Now, be a good boy and get the door for your Belli, would you?”

She returned to the cart, as he wiped his hands down the length of his robe, and reached for the palmpad. The door chimed, and slid aside with the barest sigh of air. Inside, Korkie could see that the curtains had been pulled back, and the room was flooded blue and gold with the oncoming day. Playful shadows danced across the floor where hanging tassels toyed with the sun. The carpet glistened like thick grass, lush and crowned in dew. A small table with three chairs sat to one side, and an old cloak lay thrown across it. There were boots, too large for his mother to wear, a belt too wide to be hers, and there, in the bed, swaddled in silkweed sheets and haloed by the sun, was Obi-Wan Kenobi, hovering on the edge of waking.

“Bebu!” Korkie shouted.

At his cry, Obi-Wan opened his eyes, and smiled, catching his son as raced across the floor and leapt upon the bed in a single motion. 

“Ah, ner wer'ika! Ni mirdir tion'tuur gar ru'kel olaror. Bic cuyir ori'udes tion'tuur gar cuyir dar.”

“Bebu!” Korkie cried again, laughing and wriggling with joy. His father lifted him over his head, holding him aloft as he made his cursory examination.

“Korkicek!” he groaned, as his strength gave out and Korkie tumbled atop his father’s chest in a tangle of limbs and blankets. “You must be very much grown since I last saw you, for you are getting too heavy for me!”

“No, I’m not, Bebu,” he said. “I’ve only grown two centimeteres since you were gone, and Belli says that’s only because I’m on a spurt.”

“Only two centimeters?” Obi-Wan demands. “Dear me, that’s not very much at all. I shall expect more diligence in your efforts at stretching if we are to make any serious headway in this matter.”

Korkie giggled. “Don’t be silly, Bebu,” he said. “I cannot stretch myself bigger. It takes time.”

“And heavy reading,” Obi-Wan agreed gravely.

“And good eating,” Satine added from behind them. She’d set the table in their distraction. Obi-Wan’s cloak now hung respectably from a hook by the fresher blind, and three plates sat waiting to be filled. The isbeans steamed, their skin crackling and blackened. The flatcakes dripped with galek syrup and butter. The summerberries shone plump and delectable in their precarious pyramid. The black fire jellies jiggled, and the muja juice sparkled.

“Is that fresh kava I smell?” asked Obi-Wan. 

“It is!” said Korkie. “And all sorts of things which Belli and I made! I suppose it’s a lucky thing we made so much extra, for now you can share it with us.”

“A lucky thing, indeed,” Obi-Wan agreed. He looked at Satine with such adoration that the smirk she had pinned up earlier unfurled completely and crossed her face in a radiant smile. 

“Come, Bebu,” said Korkie, taking his father’s hand in his. “Enough lazing about in bed. Let’s eat, or the kava will get cold.”

“Quite right,” Obi-Wan agreed, standing as Korkie slid to his feet beside him, and tugged him over to where Satine was waiting. “We can’t have that.”

“And you may have my cup as well,” added Korkie, magnanimously, “As it is truly a rotten drink, even if you say it is healthy. But since it is such a special day, I don’t think I should be forced to have it, anyway.”

“He drives a hard bargain, your son,” said Obi-Wan, leaning in to beg a small kiss.

“Ah, but of course,” said Satine, quick to grant his request. “He gets that from you, cyare.”

--

“Ah, ner wer'ika! Ni mirdir tion'tuur gar ru'kel olaror. Bic cuyir ori'udes tion'tuur gar cuyir dar.” - Ah, my little terror! I was wondering when you might show up. It has been far too quiet without you.

“Te jatne mind jo'lekir ti ast” - The best mind agrees with itself. (read: Great minds think alike.)

ad’ika, dinui, cyare - little one, gift, beloved.

#my fic #prompt fill #korkie is a kenobi #korkie kryze #obi-wan kenobi #satine kryze #obitine #fluff #fic

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

Thinking ahead to when you reopen requests, is there a Robbie character who would be good for helping fem reader through a migraine or other nasty head pain? (I'm guessing Nathan is right out.)

This request has been sitting in my askbox for months patiently waiting for me to have another event. Sorry to make you wait so long anon, if you even still follow me! :D

POP Goes the Prosecco

Vincent Rhodes x Fem!Reader Vincent tries to help reader with her migraine but best laid plans often go awry. TW: this is really fluffy but there is a portrayal of a neurodivergence that I hopefully treated with sensitivity. We all love Vincent. xx

Vincent rounded the corner, catching sight of the apartment the two of you shared and spotted your car in the driveway. Oh good, she’s home, he thought to himself, and the thought injected a little extra spring in his step.

As he approached your shared dwelling, he shifted the brown paper bag he was carrying to his hip as he fished out his keys and unlocked the door as quietly as possible. He poked his head in, surprised to find the place dark; there wasn’t a light on in the place. He gently set the bag down on the kitchen counter, and began pulling things out of it; a bouquet of pink stargazer lilies with red roses, a pink floral candle in a jar which he promptly lit, and a bottle of prosecco. He got two glasses down from the cabinet and had started working at the foil of the prosecco bottle as you appeared in the doorway to the kitchen.

“There you are,” Vincent said brightly. “I was surprised to see the house so dark knowing you were home.”

“Hi babe,” you said softly. “What’s all this?”

“Happy Valentine's Day!” Vincent exclaimed, as the prosecco bottle opened with a loud POP!

You groaned and clutched your head in your hands.

“Not the reaction I was hoping for,” he said, concern lacing his voice. “Are you alright?”

“I’ll live,” you said with an attempt of a smile. “I’m just sidelined with a brutal migraine.”

“Oh,” Vincent said, quickly taking stock of his setup. He hastily blew out the candle before putting the prosecco in the refrigerator. “Oh I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Oh Vincent,” you said, feeling guilty. “You tried to do something so nice and here I am just ruining everything.”

“No no hey,” Vincent said as he came from around the counter and enveloped you in a hug. “Don’t be sorry babe, it’s not your fault!”

“Those flowers look beautiful but if I smelled them now I might puke,” you groaned, and Vincent chuckled.

“I’ll just pop them out onto the stoop until your migraine passes, no sweat,” he said, and hurried to do just that. He returned, and took you by the elbow. “Valentine’s Day in bed it is,” he said, and steered you toward the bedroom.

“I don’t think it’s going to be the sort of ‘in bed’ you were hoping for,” you said with a humorless snort.

“That doesn’t matter,” Vincent said, and propped up some pillows in the bed before sitting down against them. “Come here,” he said, opening his arms wide. “Come lay your head in my lap.”

“What did I do to deserve you,” you sighed as you laid down and gingerly positioned yourself so your head was in Vincent’s lap. He placed his index fingers against your temples and began to rub in gentle circles.

“This ok?” he asked as he massaged.

“Mmmhm,” was all you could say in response, as your body was already relaxing and you could feel the vice-like pain in your head beginning to ebb just a little.

Suddenly, Vincent’s body seized up, and his fingers dug into your scalp roughly. “Fuck!” he shouted, sending bolts of pain through your head. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said, sounding horrified.

You did your best to smile up at him through the pain. “No problem at all babe. You’re doing fine.”

He tentatively resumed rubbing, but only a minute or two passed before his body seized up like a live wire. “Oooh you have a tumor! CUNT!”

He gently slid out from under you and stood up. He began pacing the room. “Babe, I’m so sorry,” he said, his mortification clear on his face. “Obviously you don’t have a tumor. I--”

“Vincent, stop worrying. It’s ok,” you said, as you sat up and reached out for one of his hands. You could feel the tension humming below the surface of his skin. “I know how it works. You’re going to make it worse from stressing out about it. Deep breaths.”

Vincent breathed deeply and began to relax a little. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” he said with a sad smile. “I ruined Valentine’s Day.”

“Stop that!” you scolded, and pulled him down next to you, folding him in your arms for a hug. “I ruined Valentine’s Day with this stupid migraine. You’re perfect and I love you for it.”

“Look at us,” Vincent said, breaking out into a grin. “Arguing over which one of us ruined Valentine’s Day. What a pair we make.” He leaned over and kissed you softly. “I love you too by the way.”

“Let’s just lay here together for a while,” you said, pulling him down so that he lay beside you. “Maybe after a nap I’ll feel better and we can get to that Valentine’s Day in bed I’m sure you were hoping for.”

Vincent’s face was only inches from yours, and you looked into his big, beautiful green eyes as he smiled.

“Either way,” he replied. “I’m just happy to be here with you.”

“And that makes it the perfect Valentine’s Day in my book,” you said, and pressed your lips to his for a sweet kiss.

xx @joz-stankovich @spaceclone-mom

[liberty-barnes]

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》 [WIP] Part 3 of The Jar Series' Slice of Life (Parts 4 to 6 to come)

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Mental Health (I've always been very open about this with you, and one way to break the shame stigma around it is to talk about it, especially since I know some of you actually care)

Feeling pretty anxious as of late cause of all the work I have, so I'm taking a slightly heavier dose of anxiolytics so I won't be thrown into an anxiety attack, but so far I'm not dealing too badly with it.

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Well, I'm swamped but yeah. Going's still a hardship cause it's all revision and I'm bored and I study 10x better when I'm home alone but oh well, nothing I can do! Spring break starts on December 23rd though, then it's two weeks of sleeping for me.

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[courtlyharlequin]

🌙 AAHH!! This event is so adorable! Congratulations on the milestone! Can you please make my request have a spooky vibe? "Floyd ran up to me enthusiastically and pulled me into an embrace. I stiffened out of instinct and fear, feeling a desire to escape his grasp and run away." I admit, I'm a bit scared of Floyd.

Leviathan

Warning(s): Nudity (nothing spicy but just in case that’s not up someone’s alley), poor attempt at spoopy content, open-ended ending, implied death

A/N: Thank you so much anon! I changed “ran” to “swam” though so I hope that’s alright with you. I enjoyed writing this so thank you for requesting~ I got carried away though… oops.

A/N²: This would make sense if you read the prologue to this event.

With every step you took, you huffed and puffed your chest in a futile attempt to outrun the ambiguous figure cloaked by the forest’s mist. You were certain that you had collided with something, but when you regained your composure, not a single soul was present. Just you. You had heard a voice ask you, “Are you lost, little lamb?” with an eerie voice. You couldn��t be mistaken. Those words were audible and the speaker was nearby. You were sure of it and yet, here you are– shrouded in a thick fog, all alone.

Being all alone is not a problem as it is an inconvenience, but being all alone in a forest filled with god knows what- and at night no less- was a sticky wicket to put it lightly. Yes, your arrogance was partly to blame, but there was no time to dwell on such trivial matters regarding your concerns about a white rabbit. No, no! You had to find a safe haven, a sanctuary of some sorts, somewhere to take shelter and rest your sore limbs. Judging from your drowsiness and the position of the moon, it was an absurd hour– late, late, late into the night. You were famished. Parched too. You wanted to collapse onto the dirt path at this very moment, but the thought of being eaten alive by wild beasts revolted you enough to go onward.

After an eternity of you aimlessly wandered around the intricate arrangement of tree trunks and foliage, you came across a clearing. The mist was heavier and the smell of petrichor was dominant. Water! There must be water here. You followed the path, leading you to a body of water, a loch as people around this area would call it. You sighed in relief.

As you walked up to the shores, you stared into your reflection. A sight for sore eyes, you were. Worse for wear, but relieving nonetheless. The image of yourself offered solace. Crouching down on the banks of the loch, you cupped the murky waters into your petite palms and gulped down every last drop, leaving you breathless when you finished. The sensation of your thirst being quenched by the cool liquid was refreshing, but insatiable. You reached for the loch once more, but stopped midway.

Crunch.

“Who’s there?” you yell over your shoulder.

Silence. Then a growl. Your muscles tensed. You pulled your hood closer to your face. You stood up to peer into the woods. Glowering amber eyes met yours. A growl matched those distinct features. Biscuits. Just when you’ve found some peace and quiet. There was nothing to fend against them. You steadily bent down to grab your basket. The only plan you had in mind was to make a run for it. No destination in mind. Simply the desire to see the sunrise and nothing more. Feeling the stiff fibers of the handle, your grip tighten onto the handle. You closed your eyes. You inhaled, digging your heels into the soil, preparing to spring up from your squatted position and run as fast as your legs could carry you.

But to your surprise, danger emerged from the waters as something terribly slimy wrapped itself around your left leg. You yelped, turning around to meet a cryptid, a serpent with humanoid features. His eyes were mix-matched, holding a hazed yet crazed expression. His (to lightly put it) abnormal features striked sheer terror in your bones. With wild beasts racing towards you and a snake-like monster attached onto your leg, the only option was to the sides. Your efforts were futile, however; there was a death grip locking you into your place, pulling you back. Resistance prevented you from falling into the water, but you fell flat on your face. You hissed on impact. Grabbing the rock and soils that lined the loch banks, scrambling like a feline in water, you tried to break free.

Your voice cracked, “Help. Someone help me!”

Deep down you knew no one would come for you. You were alone before. You will die alone as you are now. You let go of the shore, letting the serpent drag you into the lake. A cold rush washed over your languid figure as you sank. What a fine night. The moon was lovely, shining brightly over the loch. The serpent’s body was still coiled around your shin. It was thick and slimy, sending shivers down your spin every time you kicked your legs around. To your surprise, the coil loosened. Although, you didn’t have time to swim away– let alone catch your breath.

The cryptid was a fast swimmer. It was right before your eyes now. Everything was so clear. From its facial features- sharp jawline and strong cheekbones, you assumed the creature was male. That, or his upper body being well defined [humanoid] muscles being a dead give away. Aside from his abdominals, he had hair. It was a darker color than his complexion with a black fringe to the left of his face. He also had the fins, claws, pointed ears, and all– like any loch monster. He had a tail too. Ah yes, the tail. A very long tail that resembled that of a sea snake though the color of it said otherwise. What kind of sea snake was turquoise? Of course, that was not your main concern.

It was the look in his eyes.

He, indeed, had mix-matched eyes. One was a faint yellow, illuminating the dark waters. The other was a stormy gray. They bore into your soul as if they were searching through every inch of it for your deepest, darkest secrets. He reached for you.

In response you swam backwards, distancing yourself from him which only resulted in him swimming towards you and firmly grabbing your small figure by the shoulders. His deranged expression kept you in place.With the last of your breath fading away and your limbs giving into fear and fatigue, you closed your eyes and prepared yourself for the worst.

Instead, something warm graced your lips. This sensation stirred butterflies in your stomach. You gasped, finally able to catch your breath yet they immediately returned to the heat source. It was addictive, more refreshing than a breath of air. It was– Hold on a minute…!

Your ears fluttered open to the sight of the loch monster kissing you. His eyes were closed too. His nose was scrunched due to the awkward angle he claimed your lips at. The intimate act was rough, forced even, but he cupped your cheeks tenderly while also keeping you afloat. Your eyes widened, wriggling out of his grasp, kicking yourself away from him. He followed you once more.

Raising a hand, you slapped him. He hissed.

“You monster!”

“Sure are feisty for someone who was just drowning a minute ago,” he mumbled, rubbing his cheek, “Not even a thank you.”

“You– I can breathe? Underwater. Holy hell, I can breathe underwater!”

He circled around you, now by your shoulder. His tail was loosely coiled around your person due to the circular motion he swam him. You were worried he might devour you, but paid no mind to it.

“I should’ve just left you to the wolves.”

“What a rude loch monster you are.”

“Eel.”

“What a rude eel you are.”

“I have a name yanno.”

“Right then, Mr.Eel, what do you call yourself?”

“Floyd, Floyd Leech,” he said.

“Charmed. I’m (y/n)(l/n), Please to make your acquaintance. Thank you for saving my life.”

You did your best to bow, but the water had a will of its own, lurching you forward. To counter, you failed your legs around to swim backwards. Floyd’s tail tightened around your thighs to pull you back.

“Imma call you Shrimpy. You swim backwards just like a shrimp.”

“Then I shall call you a lake monster.”

“Do you want to die?”

His sudden inquiry stopped you mid kick. His tail squeezed your legs together, slowly making its way to your stomach. You coughed at the pressure, trying to pry his appendage away from you.

“N-No,” you said meekly.

“Didn’t think so, Shrimpy~” he beamed.

While it was a long shot since he was a water-dweller, you figured you might as well ask: “Say, Floyd, would you happen to know how to get out of this forest?”

He burst into a fit of laughter. You nervously laughed as well.

“Shrimpy, we’re out of the forest.”

“No, I meant–”

The eel intertwined his webbed fingers with yours. You flinched at the slimy texture of his hand. Floyd grinned at you before swimming towards the surface, pulling you up along with him. No effort was needed on your part as he was dragging you towards land. All you had to do was swing your legs here and there.

 Occasionally, he would look back to see if you were still conscious. You smiled back at him and he’d return the gesture. Before you knew it, you had risen to the surface. You gasped for air, clutching Floyd’s hand. He waded his way to the shore and let you climb onto the rocks while he propped his elbows to watch you attentively.

“Shrimpy, take a look,” Floyd said.

You scanned your surroundings. Was there something he wanted you to see? There were only tall trees and an eerie fog that hugged the banks of the lake. The moon was still high in the sky though a bit dimmer than it was before you fell into the body of water. You turned to your companion.

“We’re out of the forest,” he sighed.

“No we aren’t. We’re in the middle of the forest. The trees are still surrounding us. I want to go to Wonderland.”

“What did that rabbit put in your head…”

“Pardon?”

“Nothing, Shrimpy.”

“So do you know the way out or not?”

“It’s a bit fuzzy, but I can be of some use,” he said, crawling onto the banks.

“Wait. Wait. You’re not supposed to be on land. You can just show me some pointers and I’ll be on my way,” you yelped, pushing him back into the waters.

“Fine. Fine. See that path that you came from? Go straight that way and when you hit the fork in the road, go left and then keep going straight until the next fork. Go left for all the forks.”

“That doesn’t sound so hard. I’ll be on my way now, Floyd. Thank you for helping me,” you cooed.

He grunted and huffed. You scooted forward and kissed his cheek. Grabbing your trampled basket off of the ground and adjusting your cloak, you sprinted off to the path the eel pointed to. It was so simple. How did you manage to get lost? Silly (y/n)!

The paths and forks were short too. It didn’t take long for you to see light at the end of the pathway. Excited, you picked up your pace. When you reached the end, your enthusiasm faltered,.. The loch?

No, no. You must’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere, but no matter. You can always start over from the path you came from. A water break wouldn’t be so bad either. You crouched down before the murky waters, cupped it gingerly.

A voice stopped you from taking another sip: “Back so soon, Shrimpy?”

You spun your heel: “Floyd?”

There he was. You savior from moments ago. In the flesh. On land. Human...and nude. Dropping your basket, you took off your cloak and wrapped it around him– all with a profuse blush creeping up your cheeks.

“What are you doing on land?”

“I came for you.”

You stared intently into his eyes. He shot you one of his signature smirks. You let out a small laugh as you tied the cloak’s ribbon around his neck.

“Let me water it down for you, Shrimpy: I came for this-!!”

He grabbed you by the face, pushing you towards the loch as he kissed you once more. Oh goodness...you felt dizzy. Light on your feet, you fell onto the ground. Floyd towered over you as you gasped for air, choking and sniffling on your own tears. Water soaked the ends of your hair. One hand reached for your neck and the other reached for the loch monster that quite literally took your breath away.  

Floyd leered at you before waving you goodbye as darkness engulfed your vision.

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