#who was still in the process of having new material come out hmm

[parulite]

Kiri's Singing Voice.

Contrary to her other uncertainties and tendency to view herself as clumsy and unrefined, Kiri's voice is very strong and clear, and she has no problem leading others (her family as well as members of her tribe(s)) in song. She has sure brightness in her higher register, but an overall a lower and richer voice - conveying a power and maturity that tends to surprise those who hear it. It's likely to continue to deepen, grow stronger and even more resonant, as she gets older.

#a song for every moment 〈⋄〉 headcanons. #i tried a bunch of times to upload the audio file i have of this song but the hellsite is bullying me #so youtube link it is ig. #if they contradict me about this later i'll be so mad because i could not more obviously be right about this #with the way they associate the music to their spiritualism and having her so close to eywa like. I'm Right!! #....im really in an interesting position here i don't think i've *ever* written a canon muse #who was still in the process of having new material come out hmm #i've always had the space to just assert things without worrying about being slapped by canon later ;slkfjg;sdlkfjg;lkj #WELP. HERE I GO ANYWAY. i hope you guys are having fun im having fun #im also writing some reply stuff but #probably i will not type it before i go to bed and probably i will be too busy tomorrow but we'll see

[thewalkingwillowtree]

His Fierce Flower

Series Part Listing Found Here

BF2L, Slow Burn - Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Neteyam and Enyu, childhood best friends are both obliviously in love with each other. This is their story.

Important to note before reading:

Warning: This Part Contains Sexual Themes

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam is 23.

En'yuna or Enyu for short (pronounced as N Yunna or N U), is my own creation.

Full recognition, rights and credit is given to the owners of Avatar.

~

Part 14 - Epilogue

“Boo,” said a low voice in her ear. A pair of arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against a hard chest and Enyu smiled when a face nuzzled her temple.

“Nice try. I heard you coming.”

“I’ll get you next time then,” Neteyam said, playfully. “So tell me, how’s it feel to be mated to the clan’s Second in Command?”

“Hmm. I don’t know…I guess he’ll have to actually mate me first before I could tell you how I feel,” she said, smiling, trying to rile him up.

“Ooh. Ouch. Message received.” He squeezed her tighter, hiding his grin against her jaw. “I’m working on it baby, I’m working on it. I’m sorry.”

She turned in the circle of his arms, hands reaching up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m teasing of course. I know things have been crazy, and hey. I am so, so proud of you. You’ll make an amazing Second….your butt looked real cute up there too,” she teased, enjoying the blush that bloomed across his face.

“Thank you baby.”

Enyu brushed her palm against the material of his new warrior belt. “It's beautiful. It was made for you Ma’Teyam,” she murmured, admiring the details, unbeknown to his hungry stare. 

Neyetam was officially the clan’s new Second in Command. He had finally accepted the position they had offered him, but under his own terms to which Enyu was very surprised that the council actually agreed to. She could not have been prouder. 

The ceremony had only ended a short while ago. It was a simple but joyous occasion and the celebration festivities would be starting soon. 

Jake had called up and publicly thanked and honoured Ts’olbia- Neteyam’s predecessor and the clan cheered and praised the retiring Na’vi. Their shouts and native hoots however, were even louder when Jake proudly introduced his eldest son as his new Second. 

Ts’olbia bestowed Neteyam with his new warrior belt- which showed his change in rank, both showing the Na’vi sign of respect to each other, before the council members each blessed her future mate with their marks of approval. 

Enyu had stood on the side lines along with the rest of the Sully family and had the biggest grin on her face the entire time. Neytiri had linked arms with her, watching her son with misty eyes that were filled with pride and Lo’ak who stood on her other side bellowed the loudest in cheer amongst their little group.

The clan had chanted and sang in unison as their Olo'eyktan and newly appointed Tsahìk then honoured their son- Jake and Neytiri, dressed in their best garbs, gifted him a grand and intricately crafted bow. 

He was a sight to behold and Enyu beamed when Neteyam smiled right at her, as if she were the only one in the crowd. 

It had been three months since the final battle and a lot had changed. 

They still lived at High Camp. The last few months were mainly about rebuilding and healing. They had buried their dead, grieved and were slowly moving on with life, growing stronger each day. 

With the help of the Tipani warriors and a few others who joined later on, the clan seemed to be thriving once again. 

A plan of action was slowly in the works to relocate the entire clan as well. There was no hurry though. Jake wanted it to be a “one and done deal” which was why he thought every detail and step should be well planned and thought out. The move itself would be a huge task on its own and they were still in the process of finding the perfect location. 

“What do you say we run home for a bit, hmm?” Neteyam raised his eyebrows, looking down at her rather suggestively. 

It took her a minute to understand what he was implying. “Tey. We can’t…the celebrations? People are going to wonder where you are.”

“Come on Flower,” he coaxed, “just for a short while? I miss you.” He pecked her lips then murmured against them teasingly, "I'd take you right here if I could, but we both know I won’t like anyone else seeing all of you.” Pulling back, his eyes pleaded with her like a child who was being told no. “I promise, I’ll be real quick. I just want to taste you, I haven’t had you in days!"

“Neteyam!” She glanced around, shoulders sagging in relief that no one seemed to have heard him. It was her turn to blush now. Biting her lip, an image of Neteyam’s head bobbing between her thighs flashed in her mind. 

“You are uncontrollable. You know that?” She asked, pushing at his chest. 

“Can you blame me?” His eyes glinted mischievously. “Now’s the perfect time anyway. No one will be home. We’ll actually have the tent to ourselves for once.”

Although it wasn’t technically “proper” , Enyu had been living with the Sullys- and to be more specific, as per his request, sharing Neteyam’s private quarters for the last three months. 

She had salvaged what she could of her things from the wreckage of her shared home, grateful to Eywa that her beloved satchel had survived and thankful that the Sully residence was still standing tall. 

Neteyam had held a family meeting on their first night together, where he’d asked his own family for permission to take her as his mate. She had been incredibly nervous about the entire ordeal and hoped that they would accept her.  

Everyone except Lo’ak and Jake gave immediate consent, both choosing to grill Neteyam about his ‘intentions' with her instead. They took it rather seriously and Enyu felt immensely touched by their protectiveness. It had truly shown her where she stood with the Sullys.  

Three months later and they were still not mated yet- not for lack of trying though. Both of their schedules were so busy it was really only in the very late hours of the night or early hours of the morning they got to spend time with each other alone. There was always either something to do, or someone around. 

And even though she and Neteyam both agreed to save a certain “act” for when they officially mated, it did not stop them from exploring each other in other ways. Enyu craved those nights, she savoured those moments. Neteyam was a sensational teacher and with every new activity they tried, she grew even more addicted.  

Lately they’d both been too exhausted though, choosing to prioritise their sleep instead. She was eagerly looking forward to the days when things got back to normal. 

Which was why Neteyam’s current proposal was all too tempting. They could be quick, right?

“Please Flower? I’ll do that thing that you like…” Enyu was about to fold but Kiri interrupted them before she could say anything.

“Break it up love birds. Neteyam, dad’s asking for you, something about the council or whatever. Oh and congratulations by the way. Enyu. I need to talk to you. NOW.” Ripping her from her brother’s arms, Kiri pulled Enyu through the crowd of Na’vis littered around the forest where the ceremony was held, ignoring Neteyam’s cry of protest.

When they were finally out of earshot Kiri released her and let her guard down, allowing Enyu to see that she was upset about something. 

“Kiri, what’s wrong?”

“I need you to tell me I’m being stupid right now.” 

Enyu gave a confused chuckle. “What? I’m not-”

“That Väriä bitch was flirting with Spider again and he was smiling, Enyu. Smiling! And before you say anything, yes, I know he’s nice to everyone and that’s probably all it was but I don’t know…Things have still been a bit weird between us, he’s been even more distant- not that I care of course.” She folded her arms, obviously upset that she was even having these feelings. 

A few days after the war, Kiri had suffered a violent seizure after a connection with Eywa. When she was well enough again she had told them how she had seen and spoken with her birth mother, Grace. 

Overwhelmed by all of this and her perplexing,  growing connection with the Great Mother, Kiri and Spider had both agreed to cool things down between them for a little while- just until she felt more settled and had time to process everything.

And so, for the past couple of months their relationship had taken an awkward and somewhat strained path. 

“Liar. You care, Kiri and it’s okay for you too. But you need to be fair as well, you told him you needed space, he’s giving it to you-”

“I didn’t mean this much space, Enyu! It’s like he’s completely avoiding me now- gosh, you should’ve seen them, Väriä was all over him, smiling and batting her lashes- rubbing his arm! Ugh, I could kill her right now! He should’ve never become a Na’vi. Women keep looking at him now!”

Enyu bit down a laugh, her friend was jealous and as usual, seemed to be having a hard time processing her feelings. It was cute but she did feel for Spider. "Kiri, you know you have nothing to worry about, right?"

Looking vulnerable, Kiri shrugged and said in a softer tone, “Or maybe he wants to move on. Do you think he’s tired of waiting?” 

“You’re being stupid,” Enyu said plainly, “Look, do you really need me to stand here and give you the big long speech about how head over heels that boy is for you? Because I will if you want me too.”

Kiri’s lips reluctantly turned upwards. “I hate how that idiot makes me feel.”

Enyu laughed and linked their arms as they slowly strode back to the festivities. “No you don’t, otherwise you wouldn’t be coming to me to remind you of his feelings for you. You love him, remember? Face it Kiri. You want him as much as he wants you.”

“I hate when you’re right.” Kiri grumbled.

“Thank you Enyu. You’re the best Enyu. What would I do without you Enyu?” Enyu mimicked Kiri’s voice, jokingly. “Now go tell your Monkey Boy how you really feel and stop being stupid.”

~

Enyu hid her laughter behind a hand as she and F’valii watched Tuk order around her older brother. 

“No, you’re doing it wrong ‘Teyam! Look, like this!” 

The celebration festivities were in full swing. Music, chatter, laughter and pure joy and happiness echoed around the forest. A grand feast had been prepared and the people of High Camp were dancing to their heart's content, moving to the beats of the Grourd drums and musical bows.

“Your betrothed will make a fine father, Enyu,” F’valii commented with an amused raised eyebrow, as they enjoyed the sight of Tuk trying to teach Neteyam a new dance she had made up. Neteyam, patient as ever with her, was truly trying his best and the sight made Enyu’s heart swell. 

Enyu smiled, eyes still on him and agreed. “The best.” She glanced at F’valii. “So I’ve been thinking- and feel free to say no, but I wondered if I could be of help. Be your, what was it again? Wingwoman. Like your friend…Nelly.” 

F’valii perked up, ears twitching in mild shock. “Really? You would do that?”

“Of course! I’d like to think we’ve become good friends now F’va… and I know this is something you have been dreaming about. So yes, I love to help you find your forever. If you’d let me.” 

“Yes. I’d like that,” she replied, grinning a rare smile. 

“Pssst! Tiny! Enyu!” Enyu saw a worried looking Lo’ak, eagerly waving her over from where he stood at the edge of the forest. 

“Um, I’ll be right back,” she told her friend before standing to hurry over to Lo’ak. “Hey w-”

“Have you seen O’tley?” He demanded, his eyes scanning the crowd of celebrating people, over her head. 

She frowned, “No. Wasn’t she with you? I saw you two sneak off ages ago.” 

He shook his head. “Fuck!” Lo’ak turned and stormed off, leaving her staring at his retreating back, bewildered.  

Taken aback by the encounter, she chased after him, struggling to keep up with his longer strides. “Lo’! Lo’! Lo’ak!” 

They were back at the encampment now and Lo’ak looked as if he were having an out of body experience as he frantically stopped to peer into tents, eyes searching desperately and just by his behaviour alone, fear pricked her.

“Lo’ak! Stop!” She grabbed his hand with both of hers and tugged hard, finally getting his attention. “Where is O’tley?”

He swallowed, looking terrified. “I- Shit. I fucked up Enyu.” 

“What did you do?” She whispered. 

“I let her go…I let her go!” 

“What do you mean? Stop! Talk to me Lo’ak.”

He tugged on the roots of his hair and faced her fully. “We were fine. Talking, messing around, and then she brought up the fact that her people would be returning home soon…” his ears tilted in guilt. “She asked me what that meant for us…and I- I said nothing. I said that it meant nothing and that our time together was up.” 

“Lo’ak…” 

“What the hell is wrong with me?!”

“Well what did she say?” She asked, tightening her grip on him. He was fidgety and antsy- ready to flee. 

He tugged harder on his roots, looking broken. “That’s the thing. She didn’t say anything! She just accepted it. Then she got up and left! You know O’tley, she didn’t even- FUCK! She didn’t even fight me on it.”

Enyu hugged him tight. She wasn’t quite sure how else to deal with an off the handle Lo’ak. “Okay, okay. It’s alright. We’ll figure it out, we can fix it. We’ll find her but you need to calm down.”

“I can’t calm down Tiny. I just let the woman I’m in love with walk away from me!”

Enyu stepped back in shock, lips curling. “You love her?”

He rubbed his brow and groaned. “...Yes… God yes, I love her. She annoys me to pieces and keeps me on my toes all the time but…I can’t lose her. I never expected this- I wasn’t- I didn’t think I’d ever find my person Enyu, but I have and now-” 

“You’re in love with me?”

Both Enyu and Lo’ak’s heads snapped to the direction of O’tley’s voice. She had somehow snuck up on them. 

“O’tley!” Lo’ak released Enyu and stepped closer to the Tipani female. She looked regal in the glow of the night and her usual fierce demeanour was replaced by vulnerability. 

She raised her hand, stopping Lo’ak when he tried to touch her and he stepped back, tail low in hurt. 

“You just said you’re in love with me,” she whispered.

“I did. I am.” 

O’tley pursed her lips and eyed him as if she expected him to take back the words. “Then why did you say what you said before?”

“We both know I’m an idiot,” he tried to joke, but she frowned and folded her arms looking unimpressed. “Look,” he said, eyes staring right at her as he spoke. “I’m sorry. Your question caught me off guard and I just said what I thought you wanted me to say.”  

“Don’t put this on me!” She hissed.

“I’m not!”

“Then why in Eywa’s name would you think I wanted you to say that, you skxawng?!”

“Because! You and I? How many times have we said that this thing between us was just for fun? Just until you had to go back? It was not supposed to turn out like this. But it did! I fell in love with you! Tipani is your home. If I asked you to stay, I would just be the selfish jackass who couldn’t control his feelings... and I didn’t know if I could face the rejection.”

“Lo’ak-”

“You terrify me okay, O’tley? Because you make me feel normal . You make me feel loved, like I’m not some demon blooded freak-”

“You are NOT a freak! How many times do I have to keep telling you that?” She growled, fiercely. “You are not a freak. Why can’t you just love yourself like I do, you idiot!”

He blinked and Enyu gasped to her self quietly. “You love me?”

“Yes.”

He grinned and closed the distance between them. “O’tley-”

“Ask me.”

“What?”

“Ask me to stay. Ask me to be yours.”

Lo’ak’s eyebrows rose high, ears flickering. “Okay.” He cupped her biceps and pulled her closer, swallowing nervously. “O’tley, I love you. I want to be with you. Will you-”

“Yes!” She gave him no warning, grinning wildly as she jumped into his arms, attacking his lips. He groaned low in his throat and his hands cupped her butt, squeezing her cheeks as he hauled up, her legs wrapping around him, their tails tangling. 

Well that escalated quickly.

Enyu took that as her cue to leave. They seemed to have forgotten she was there apparently, so she quickly hightailed out from their vicinity, mentally scrubbing her brain of the sounds they were making and the image of O’tley grinding against Lo’ak’s abs. 

She shuddered. Couldn’t they have waited till she left?! 

When she finally got back she flopped onto the same patch of tapestry covered grass she had abandoned- F’valii nowhere in sight. 

She scanned the crowd and immediately locked eyes with her best friend. He was chatting with his predecessor. 

The moment she smiled at him he made his excuses and flopped right next to her, leaning on one arm to peer down at her. 

“Where have you been, Flower?”

She groaned and nuzzled her face into his chest. “I don’t think you want to know.”

“I want to know everything about you,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

Enyu smiled at his cheesiness and looked up at him, chin poking him this time. “I was with Lo’ak, he had a little situation but he’s all good now,” she finished with a grimace, remembering their very vivid make out session.

“Let me guess, O’tley?”

“Yep. First Kiri, now him. I’ve had quite a day but at least they're both happy now,” she sighed, contentedly. 

It was Neteyam’s turn to scowl. He glanced over to where Kiri and Spider were seated. His sister was all smiles and girlish giggles at whatever it was Spider was telling her- which was fine… but did she honestly have to sit in his lap, like that ?! His hands were all over her, too.

“I’ve been actively avoiding looking over there. Mom made me and dad promise we won’t interfere tonight, I’ve found it to be rather difficult. I miss the days when she hated Spider.” He clenched his jaw and she bit her cheek to hide her grin.

Oh the Sully men and their overprotectiveness.  

“Seems like your dad is having a hard time too,” she joked, when she spotted Jake staring daggers at the back of Spider’s head. 

Neteyam began to chuckle but froze and sat up when he spotted something that made him frown. “Nope. No way. Not Tuk.”

He got up and strode over to interrupt the dance between Tuk and a cute little Na’vi boy who was holding her hands, swinging her around. 

Eynu threw her head back, laughing out loud at the sight. 

She couldn’t wait to be his mate. 

~

Three Years Later

“Are you crazy, Tiny?! Sit down before your stupid mate hounds my ass for witnessing the endangerment of his precious unborn baby!” 

Enyu was balanced on top of a stool, struggling to hang a new tapestry onto the high wall of her and Neteyam’s tent, when her brother in law entered. “Hey Lo’, I was jus-”

“Yeah, yeah I know what you’re doing. I’m seeing it for myself. Now get down already, will you? Let me do that,” he grumbled in mild upset, as he helped her down, taking the heavy artwork from her to hang it himself. “Swear Enyu, you’re going to give my brother a heart attack at the rate you’re going. Can’t you, I don’t know…just sit still until baby Lo’ak pops out?”

A peel of laughter escaped her lips. She sat in the little hammock seat Neteyam had built for her, still chuckling at Lo’ak’s scolding. Leaning against the backrest, she swung slowly and massaged her protruding stomach. “I keep telling you Lo’, I am not naming our baby after you,” she said, “and for the last time you guys need to calm down. I am growing a baby. I am not disabled nor am I incapable of doing the simplest of- ooooh did you bring me berries? Can you pass them to me please?” 

She made grab hands for the fruit, grinning wildly and Lo’ak cackled at her sudden distraction. He picked up the stool and used it to sit in front of her as he passed the bowl over. “I don’t get how you eat those things, they’re barely ripe.”

“Tastes good to me,” she said, immediately biting into one, humming as the sour flavour burst across her tongue, soothing her craving, “ooh you are the best Lo’ak!” She licked her lips and shrugged, “but yeah the baby seems to like it too, so why not?”

He shook his head at her antics then leaned forward and gave her stomach a little poke and rub, “Hey there little baby Sully, it’s your favourite uncle Lo’ak here.” Poke, poke. “Helllooo?” He sulked. “Your baby won’t say hi to me today, Enyu.” 

Extremely amused, she moved his hand to lay flat against her left side, pressing slightly and waited. 

Lo’ak’s entire face lit up when he felt the baby move, tail sailing excitedly behind him, just like it always did whenever he felt the baby’s kick. The first time he felt it, he completely freaked out. It was hilarious and Neteyam had teased him about it for days.

Munching on the fruit, she eyed him suspiciously over the bowl propped high on her bump. “Why are you here so late? He didn’t send you here to check on me again, did he? Because I-”

Lo’ak’s offended scoff cut her off. “Can’t I just come visit you on my own free- yeah okay fine he sent me,” he confessed quickly, seeing the disapproving look on her face. ‘Yikes, she already has the mom look down, ’ he thought, horrified.  

“I knew it,” she mumbled, still focused on deseeding and swallowing her fruit. Enyu didn’t mind his company though, she had been slowly going stir crazy before he got there. She always got antsy whenever her husband was late, which to be fair was not very often. 

“He’s still stuck in that meeting with the council, it’s like the elders just like to hear themselves talk sometimes,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “He shouldn’t be too long again I’m guessing. He paged me to check in, said you were craving these sour suckers.” 

He got up and stretched his back. “I’m hungry. Have you eaten dinner yet? Real food I mean and not just half ripe fruit,” he said, looking at her tidy kitchen with a frown. Usually it was a cluttered mess from her new hobby, “experimental cooking”. 

Mo’at had been teaching her for the past year and lately she’d gone rogue, putting her own spin or creating new dishes, and Lo’ak was her favourite taste tester. 

She nodded, still chewing. “Grandmother came by at dinner time, brought over that yummy fish I like…then made me drink that disgusting tea that she so insists is good for the baby,” she said, screwing up her face. “There’s plenty left overs. Let me get you some.” She moved to get up but he shot her an exasperated look. 

“For God’s sake Enyu. Sit. Down. I can get my own food. Swear, sometimes I don’t know who’s worse, you or O’tley.”

“Hey!” She cried, indignantly. “I’m not that bad and neither is O’tley, she’s a sweetheart!” She said, defending her sister in law. “Where is she anyway? I’m surprised you actually let her out of your sight,” she teased. 

“Har har,” he replied, sarcastically as he rummaged around her kitchen comfortably. “I left her with my mother unfortunately,” he grumbled. 

“So?”

“No, not so Tiny. You know my mother. It wasn’t until O’tley that I finally understood why Neteyam hated leaving you with her. Eywa knows what embarrassing shit she’s telling my mate right now.”  

Enyu laughed at his misery. “Maybe she’ll tell her about that time when you were being potty trained and-”

“No! Don’t even finish that sentence, we’re not doing that tonight. I still can’t believe my mother told you about that. I don’t even remember that and yet she’s proudly sharing that information. Eywa help me!” He exclaimed as he took a bite of food. 

Mid-conversation, she heard a voice call from the entrance. “Knock, knock. It’s me Kid!” It was Jake. 

Ever since he accidentally walked in on her and Neteyam in an embarrassingly compromising position over a year ago, he always made sure to announce his presence before entering their home.

“Come in!”

“Hey Kid…how’s it going? How’s my grandkid today?” He asked, doing a terrible job at hiding his intent. He’d obviously come to check up on her since Neteyam wasn’t here.

‘ Sigh, what was she going to do about these Sully men? ’ She thought incredibly amused. 

She was nine months pregnant, almost ten now and ever since she found out that she and Neteyam were expecting, all three Sully men had been slowly driving her crazy with their overprotectiveness. It was cute but at times they were if not a little overbearing- especially her husband. Mo’at had told her to give him a break, citing that it was his first baby and he was allowed to be worried.  

Since Na’vis usually carried for twelve months, she sighed at the prospect of having to endure their hovering for another three months.

“I’m here already dad,” called Lo’ak from the kitchen, around a mouthful of food, “and get this, she was trying to hang that tapestry over there…while standing on a stool.” He finished with a dramatic scoff that clearly read ‘Can you believe that?’

Jake's eyebrows rose high and he shot her a disappointed look. “Swear dad, I’ve never met a more stubborn female in my li-”

“Okay, okay enough! Thank you Lo’ak,” she hissed sarcastically. “You guys, I am not as fragile as you so clearly think I am…I can do things on my own. And just because Neteyam panics and nags and frets, does not mean that you two have to as well. Alright?” Her eyes narrowed when she saw Jake looked like he was about to protest. 

“And all due respect Sir but you were never like this with Neytiri when she was having Tuk.”  

“Yeah well no offence Kid but she had already birthed two other babies before Tuk and had years experience raising three. And let’s face it, my wife is tough shit.” A proud grin graced his face but it only seemed to send a pang of upset Enyu’s way.

“I’m tough shit too!” She said, feeling offended and rather emotional all of a sudden. Not only was Jake technically calling her weak but her sour berries were all done, Neteyam still wasn’t home yet, Lo’ak hand hung the tapestry crooked and…and her berries were still finished!

“Oh fuck…” whispered Lo’ak, he knew that look on her face all too well by now…she was about to cry. He shot his father a ‘what the hell’ look then quickly moved to her side, stilled the swinging seat and put the empty bowl on floor. “Hey there Tiny,” he soothed, holding her hand as if she were a ticking time bomb. “You- yes, you are such tough shit. Toughest of them all. Dad doesn’t know what he’s talking about, alright?” 

She bit her lip and nodded as tears welled up in her eyes, one drop breaking free to roll down her cheek. 

“No no no, why are you crying? I just said you’re tough shit,” Lo’ak said, panicking now. “Please don’t cry. Do you want me to get O’tley?” His mate was much better at comforting her than he was. He cursed whoever created hormones. 

Unable to control it, Enyu broke out into a full on sob while covering her face with her free hand to which both Jake and Lo’ak looked incredulously alarmed at her. 

A wide eyed Jake crouched in front of her. “Shit I’m sorry Enyu, I was just joking around.”

“I kn- know,” she hiccupped, “the baby just has m- me a f- feeling little emotional right n- now,” she said, trying to laugh through her tears so they would know she was okay, only it came out a bit hysterical. 

Her pregnancy so far had been a whirlwind. Neteyam was actually the one at first to realize she was expecting. He’d said she was “acting strange” . Apparently her eating on time and in such large quantities warranted his suspicions, so he took her to Neytiri who confirmed it. 

They were both ecstatic at the news and so were his entire family. Enyu had never seen a group of people more excited about the arrival of a baby before. They were protective, supportive and Enyu felt so incredibly loved that it made her tear up when she thought about it. 

Mo’at and Enyu went for daily walks in the morning before she left for work and although the grandmother was technically retired, she placed herself as Enyu’s one and only healer for the entirety of the pregnancy- the former Tsahìk trusted no one else with her.  

Tuk would take every chance she got to rub Enyu’s stomach, lighting up whenever she felt a kick. Sometimes Tuk would get the baby so rowdy, it wreaked havoc on her poor bladder. 

At four months in, they had given her the news last, which was a good thing because Tuk was so proud, she announced to whoever would listen that she was going to be an aunty. Enyu would not have been surprised if the entire clan knew she was pregnant the very next day.

Neytiri and Kiri were her rocks. They stuck by her side through three gruelling weeks in her third month of pregnancy. Nothing stayed down, everything was sore and in the final week, she contracted the purple fever. And while Mo’at was her healer, they both stayed with her the entire time- cleaning up after her, rubbing her back as she constantly retched, soothing her while she cried. They took such good care of her. 

And sure, as much as she was sick and aching, it was her husband who hurt too. Neteyam couldn’t bear to see her in that state. It messed with his emotions, the fact that he couldn’t do anything to take away her discomfort, tore at him. 

Jake was great, she was so grateful for his relationship with his son. At times when Neteyam seemed overwhelmed with her stubbornness or her mood swings or even in those weeks that she was so sick, she couldn’t get out of bed, she was grateful that Jake was there to support his son. Someone who had been through it all already, someone who had his back.

Lo’ak of course was his usual protective older brother self around her…only ten times worse now. A big plus, he was her go-to guy for her food cravings whenever Neteyam wasn’t around. 

Also, aside from the fact that he kept trying to get her to name the baby after him, he and Spider had an all out war happening. They were forever fighting over who would be the baby’s favourite uncle. Both constantly whispered to her stomach whenever they saw her, hoping that whatever they said could sway the baby somehow. 

And then there was O’tley. O’tley who had joined their little family so seamlessly. She became one of and if not Enyu’s closest friend and confidant. She was sweet and kind but she could also be savage and menacing. She was a fierce warrior and Enyu couldn’t think of anyone better for Lo’ak. O’tley brought normalcy with a dash of rebellion to Enyu’s life. Rebellion, which more than often led to them both being on receiving ends of a good scolding from their husbands. Even more so, now that she was pregnant- O'tley just seemed to get her.

All in all, she and her baby- who wasn’t even born yet, were well loved and well cared for, and yet, here she sat balling her eyes out because her berries were done? Pregnancy hormones made no sense to her.  

Trying to pull herself together was no use sometimes. The tears came whether she wanted them too or not.

“What in Eywa’s name…I told you to check on her, not make her cry!” Her husband was finally home and he was furious. 

“Bro, what are you looking at me for?! Dad’s the one who made her cry!” Lo’ak yelled, getting to his feet. 

“By accident! It was a joke! I was joking!” Declared Jake, who stood as well, shooting his son with a glare.

All three men faced off with matching frowns and wild hand gestures. 

“My wife is bawling her eyes out right now. What the hell did you say to her?”

“He said she wasn’t tough shit.”

“WHAT?” Neteyam looked completely stupefied. 

“Lo’ak! You’re not helping right now!”

“Yeah well I’m sorry Sir but I am not taking the fall for you, he already chewed me out last week for making her pee herself because I “made her laugh too hard” and I refuse to be on the receiving end again.”

“Dad, what did you say?”

“I didn’t think it was that bad! All I said was-”

A giggle pierced the air causing their squabble to cease and three heads snapped to Enyu.

“Guys I’m fine, honest. Pregnancy hormones is all,” she sniffled with a watery smile, “Sorry for making you all worry.”

“Baby...” Neteyam crouched between her legs, hands automatically caressing her stomach. 

“Honest, I’m okay.” She smiled, placing her palms over his. 

“Can I make it up to you Enyu?” Jake asked, looking sheepish. 

“You really don’t have too, I was just being emotional…but if you really really want to, can you get me some more of those yellow berries while you’re out tomorrow?”

All three men laughed at her request and Jake nodded. “You got it Kid.”

The other two eventually left- Lo’ak mumbling a “fucking hell” under his breath while Jake shot him with a “you’re next” which caused his son to stumble at his words. O’tley had confided in Enyu that she wasn’t quite ready yet for kids so Lo’ak still had time before he had to deal with an overly hormonal mate. 

And then it was just her and Neteyam. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, baby?” He asked, kissing her palm. 

“Yep. I promise I am.”

“I missed you today.”

Enyu didn’t bother to respond. She knew he was talking to their baby. She smiled as he sang and chatted with her stomach, almost as if she wasn’t there, enjoying the look on her husband’s face whenever the baby pressed against his palm. 

When she yawned, he stood and helped her get to her feet. “Alright Flower, bedtime.”

“Okay. Kiss?" She asked, tilting her chin up. He complied and pressed his lips against hers sensually, slowly backing her towards their bed. "Oh wait!" She exclaimed, ripping her lips from his. "Can you just straighten out the hanging for me please? Lo’ak left it a bit crooked.”

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled. 

~

A wail roused Neteyam from sleep. Blinking up at the ceiling of their home with a sleepy groan, he glanced over at his still sleeping mate beside him then sat up to comfort his fussing baby. 

She was the most perfect thing he had ever seen in his life, and even after only being in their lives for six months, he still couldn’t believe she was theirs. 

Elteyä was the splitting image of her mother but she had Neteyam’s eyes and her darker striped markings matched his. His baby had eight fingers, ten toes and usually slept with her little bum in the air. She was a good baby, all gummy smiles and constant babbling, fussing only whenever she needed to be fed or changed.

“Hi my little love, are you hungry?” Neteyam scoped up his daughter, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, inhaling her sweet baby smell deeply. Her cries quieted instantly but she whined a bit, rubbing at her mouth against his chest, confirming that she was hungry.

“I wish we didn’t have to wake your mama up.” 

Neteyam placed her between him and Enyu, in their bed then leaned over to gently wake his wife. As done a thousand times before, she woke with a little yawn, automatically shuffling closer on her side then guided her hungry baby to her nipple, smiling sleepily as Elteyä suckled greedily, tiny fingers clenched into the swell of her breast. 

Neteyam leaned against his arm watching them, he never tired of seeing them together. The mother of his child was incredible. Enyu shifted their little one to latch against her other nipple, lovingly stroking her finger over her cute button nose, humming as Elteyä’s eyes peered up at her. She smiled sleepily at her mother, mid suckle, pausing to coo and gurgle before she was back to her feast- tiny tail flickering lazily.

Enyu watched patiently as Neteyam took the baby from her, wiping at her plump little milk stained lips with a cloth. She bit her lip as her husband placed the cloth over his shoulder and burped their daughter with ease, gently rubbing and patting her back, soothing her to sleep once again with soft coos and humming of his own. 

She was surprised at how well they both adapted to parenthood. Albeit, it was great having his parents around to teach them everything they knew. And Mo’at. Mo’at was a force to be reckoned with and when it came to her first great grandchild, she was very much involved in helping the new parents. 

Elteyä looked so cute and tiny in her mate’s arms, he was such a wonderful father and it sure did things to her when she saw him like this. 

When he placed Elteyä back into the well crafted little cot he and Lo'ak had built, he returned to bed and eyed his now very wide awake mate knowingly. 

As soon as he laid down she pounced. Swinging a leg to straddle him, she kissed him hungrily, immediately rolling her bare hips against his, moving to kiss down the column of his neck as she urged his hands to touch her. 

Allowing his mate a few moments to take the lead and feel like she was actually in charge for once, Neteyam then flipped them suddenly and took control of the kiss, giving in to what she wanted. 

Pulling back to look down at her lust hazed face he asked, “Did you drink the tea? I want to be in you tonight.”

Liquid pooled between her thighs at his words but she was quickly distracted when she remembered her goal. Growing nervous, she didn’t meet his eyes. “Umm, about that…I don’t want to drink the tea anymore.”

He frowned, clearly not understanding, so she went in for the direct truth. “I want another baby.”

Neteyam froze, eyebrows raised high as he looked down at his wife. “And I know you’re thinking it’s probably too soon but-”

Unable to contain his excitement, a slow smile grew on his face and he flipped them over so she was in his lap once more. “Enyu, baby are you being serious right now?”

She nodded with her own grin, feeling more excited from his positive response. “Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it for a little while now and I’m sure. I feel ready. What do you think?”

He kissed her and whispered a “hell yes” against her lips. “You know I want as many babies as you're willing to give me.” 

Enyu laughed, careful not to be too loud. “How many do you want? And don’t say ten like every other time we’ve talked about this.”

He tilted his head in thought as his hands sensually smoothed up her thighs, her hips, waist, then ribs, to cup her breasts gently. “How about six?”

“Six? No.” Rolling her hips against his thigh, in the rhythm he set for her, she huffed a small laugh when his tail smacked across her bottom in disagreement. Her laugh simmered into a low moan when he took a nipple into his mouth. “How about two?” She suggested instead.

He released her with a soft pop and a bead of milk dangled from his bottom lip. Licking it away he rasped, “Five.” 

When he clenched his thigh muscles, her eyes rolled up, then closed, head dropping back as he sped up her rocking- she was making such a mess on his thigh. He loved it. 

Panting, she shook her head then said in a garbled voice, “Two.” 

“Four,” he mumbled against her neck, sucking that sensitive spot of hers while he fondled one of her breasts. 

“Tey.” She was there already. He knew her body better than his own, he’d mastered the art of controlling it.

“Come for me Flower.”

She fell forward, biting into his shoulder to muffle her scream as his hands continued to guide her hips across the hard muscled expanse of his thigh. 

He didn’t give her a chance to recover though and she squealed when he tossed her backwards, pushing her legs apart to greedily eye her mess. His jaw ticked as he considered his next move. 

“Four,” he said again. His voice sounded rough and he looked like he was seconds away from ravishing her. 

Still panting and coming down from her high she nodded and said, “Maybe. How about three for sure and four for maybe?”

“Deal.” He stalked closer, looking completely wild. Eyes locked on hers he licked at the inside of her thigh, cleaning away the remnants that leaked there.  

“Ma'Tayam...” she whined. She knew he loved teasing her but she wasn’t feeling in a very teasing mood at the moment. 

“What do you want, baby?” He asked in faux concern, crawling up her body.

She hissed at him, baring her fangs in annoyance. “I want you to touch me already!”

“Such a fierce little Flower,” he cooed with a taunting chuckle before turning serious again. “Here.” He reached behind him and gripped his queue, presenting it to her.

Enyu reached for hers and did the same. The moment their tendrils connected, solidifying their bond, they gasped, eyes closed, breaths mingling as they felt all of each other. 

“Every time,” he whispered against her lips. “I swear it always feels like the very first time with you.” 

Her eyes opened to stare into his pupil blown gaze and she damn near came at the sight of them. “Neteyam,” she begged. 

Giving in to her demands, he stoked between her thighs, immediately sinking two fingers into her and groaned. “Shit Enyu, you’re soaking me baby.”

“Well what are you going to do about it?”

He paused, not liking her tone and grinned wickedly at her pathetic whine when he removed his fingers. Leaning down, he bit and licked at the tip of her ear. “Oh little wife, you really want to know what I am going to do about it?” He whispered, dangerously.

All the air rushed out of her when in one fluid motion he pushed all the way inside of her, with a strained grunt, stretching her deliciously. He remained still, allowing her to adjust to the sudden intrusion and her shaking thighs clamped tight against his sides. He nipped her ear again, bringing her attention back to him. 

“I am going to put a baby in you, is what I’m going to do about it.” 

~

It was date night for the first time in five months. 

They left their two little ones in the trusted care of Mo’at who was keenly soaking up as much time with her precious great grandbabies who she doted upon every chance she got. 

There was usually a fight for who got to babysit on date night, so Enyu usually had to persuade her husband to let their family fight amongst themselves. Her husband was extremely overprotective over their children and he tended to find it hard to share them. 

Neteyam took her flying that night, she hadn’t been since the birth of their son five months ago. 

They were currently cuddled together on the very same tree where they’d had their “talk” years ago. The same tree they stood on, when he had told her his family was leaving the clan. 

Enyu leaned back against her husband’s shoulder where she sat comfortably between his legs as they enjoyed the scenery before them. 

“When did you realize you had feelings for me? Beyond friendship.” 

Neteyam blinked and considered her question before answering. “Hmm. To be honest there was a build up. I think it started escalating after our fight about Yaćksön. You know I was honestly terrified at that moment, it occurred to me I could actually lose you to some other guy. I was jealous, insanely jealous…but yeah, it was after that I started noticing all these things about you that I hadn’t before.”

“Like what?”

“Simple things at first. How much your touch affected me. Your smile, how you walked- hips and tail swaying, teasing me every time. Your lips- swear baby I thought you were taunting me every time you’d bite your damn bottom lip.” She let out a laugh. “These,” his hands cupped her breasts softly, “how did I not notice these before? Hm?” They laughed and he released her, hugging her again.

“It wasn’t only physical things though. I never realized how safe you made me feel.” She tilted her head against his shoulder to see his face. “Being the chief’s son, growing up with all the expectations. I know I was a hard ass, still am- I hear people talk. But with you, I could be my complete self around you, Flower. Didn’t have that with anybody else.”

He tucked a stray hair behind her hair and kissed her forehead. “So yeah it started there. Then during that time I was an idiot and decided to avoid you, I started having these thoughts- about you and me, if we ever stood a chance. What our future could’ve been if I didn’t have to leave, what our baby would have looked like,” he chuckled sadly. “Stuff like that... But to finish answering your question. When my feelings really sucker punched me? It was right here.”

“Here?”

“Mhm. You crawled into my lap, determination written all over your beautiful face. Telling me that I was your home. Telling me, you were leaving with me and my family, and I couldn’t tell you no. That I just had to say yes…and it hit me, knocked the air right out of me. It was like finally waking up from a dream, only to find out it was all true. You were very real all along.”

Enyu turned and climbed into his lap, just like that night and he chuckled at the sight of the tears in her eyes. "Was it my cheesiness?"

“It’s hormones,” she tried.

He snorted, “Sure baby. You’re not going to be able to use that excuse forever. You know I knew you before we had kids right?” 

“Whatever. Now kiss me already.” 

“So impatient,” he teased and then he kissed her slowly, lovingly, tears and all, savouring her taste, before pulling back to stare into her eyes. 

“I love you Neteyam.”

“I love you too En’yuna. My fierce Flower.”

~

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It had been almost a year since the goverment messed with a chemical plant. Deciding to cease in its production since an accident had accord. According to the records, they were working on something that would keep large amounts of products under wraps shrinking them in size so they were easily transportable. It would save them money in the long run, theoretically. Deciding to test their hypothesis, they began to test them. Bringing in a bunch of materials to try them on as they fired a spray onto boxes found from the storage. Seeing the effects they would cause as some them shrank on their platforms.

It seemed to be successful so far according to the results, so they continued. Bringing in the next batch of boxes as the scientist sprayed them once more. But this time, they were left out a slight detail. As one of the boxes began to shrink, a can of nitrogen exploded out as it caused a chain reaction. Hitting the container that contained the shrinking spray as it too bursted out of its can. Casting a large smaug from the mixed chemicals inside as they spread all throughout the factory.

Bursting out into the atmosphere as the weather became effected. Mixing in with a gust of wind from the north as it scattered the chemicals all around. Leaving behind a mess of shrunken items at the factory, as the scientist without suits inside were now miniaturized by blast. After the disaster, a national announcement was given to the surrounding area. Due to the mixture of the wind the chemicals with the spray had morphed the weather. Creating a fog-like atmosphere along the far coast as a bluish stream trickled within it. For those who come across this fog, citizens were warned to stay in doors during the duration it was out. Thankfully, meteorologist have studied this new change in the weather. From what occured almost a year ago would be almost rare now in time of age. Or at least, so they thought.

**present day**

"Come one Sheldon, I Don't have all day"

"I'm..Trying!" Sheldon gritted. His body shaking as he pushed against the form above him.

"Push harder. You're barely even budging"

"Easy for you to say! What's next?!"

"Got a red one"

"A red what"

"Hmm..."

"A red what?! My hands slipping!"

"A reeed.."

"Grgh..ggh!" Fowp! Sheldon's body collapsed as he fell over ontop of the plastic mat. The form above him still cast over his head as he scorned at it.

"Left foot" Bryan finished. Still holding his body over Sheldon as his limbs spread across the mat.

"You held that on purpose! I almost won that one!"

"Suure you did,you mighta made if you had some more stamina. That's two out of three bud" Bryan said.

"I swear it's only in the game of twister where you have the advantage. You've got longer limbs than I do" Sheldon turned towards the timer as it ticked away on the side of the mat. "gah, let alone how thick they are on their own."

Fwomp! Bryan's legs finally let up as they crashed into the mat. Belly flopping ontop of sheldon as the big guy's crotch above crashed into against the back of his shoulders.

"Oh come on, I'm not that big am I?" bryan asked teasingly. "Its hard on its own to move without making sure you got space. But hey, it always feels rather nice having ya close like this. Really gets me feeling good" He rocked himself in place as he wiggled around the mat. Rubbing against against Sheldon in the process as he added more pressure to his crotch. But jolted up as a thud landed along his balls. Forcing him to roll over on his back. "ooo" he groaned from the discomfort.

"Did that feel good?" Sheldon asked, smirking playfully.

"Heh, now who's the cheapshot" Bryan responded. A hand extending out towards him as he used it to help him up. Still rubbing his crotch partially as a tingled sensation faintly remained.

"Hey you started it, I finished it. Now we're even." Sheldon added, helping Bryan get to his feet before he made his way to the kitchen. "anyway, what do ya want to eat? I'll make it while you're waiting."

"I was actually thinking we'd go out to eat. Heard there was a great cafe place down the road."

"Down the road? Nah, I don't really have that much money on me at the moment."

"Don't worry, I'll pay for it. You just gotta drive."

"But I don't feel like driving, It's a little bit dark out there and I get tired easily when the sun's dow-" Before Sheldon could finish, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him before they hoisted him up. Turning him over as he landed over a shoulder. "Hey!"

"Nah-ah, we're going. We always eat at your place when it's late. I want some foood!" Bryan roared.

"You're not gonna let this go are you?.."

"Heh, Nope!"

"Fine.."Sheldon sighed "But you better not get anything special like that restrauntnt last week."

"Ah that restraunt, still remember the lobster platter."

"Bryan."

"Alright alright, I won't" Bryan said. Carrying Sheldon off to the garage as he dropped Sheldon off at the driver's side. Proceeding to move onto the passenger's side.

Later arriving in downtown, the two made their way into the cafe restraunt. Sitting next to the window as they both drank their beverages. "Alright, I'll admit, this is a pretty good place" Sheldon admitted, taking little sips from his cup.

"I know right? And they even have pumpkin spice"

"You always were a fan Bryan, still remember all those cups ya had before we had that test back in Uni."

"Yeah those were the days, had a hell of a energentic spree as soon as we got out. But eventually it did calm down. Thanks to you and your patch of Ice tea."

"The power of the tea, never forget it" Sheldon responded, taking another sip of his drink as he placed it back on the table. Beginning to get a slight chill as he shivered in place "Speaking of ice, It's cold in here."

"Maybe it's the power of the Ice tea" Bryan teased.

"Har har..gimme a sec, I'm gonna head outside to warm up a little." Sheldon got up from the table, making his way towards the door.

"Gotcha, I'll wait for ya in here." Bryan said, returning to his drink as he took another sip.

Meanwhile outside, Sheldon exited out of the restraunt's door. Letting it close on its own as he sat in one of the empty chairs. "goofball, he always was a fan of the place. Though it could really use a heater" he shivered "Way too cold in there."

He sat back in the chair as he gazed up at the center lights further down the road. Admiring its luminescent glow as the towers and skyscrapers shined in the moonlight sky. "A beautiful sight tonight. I suppose it wasn't such a bad idea to head here this time around" he admitted, resting his eyes before he leaned back in the chair. But couldn't get comfortable as he started to smell sulfur. Flaring up his nose even more as he tried to clear it out. "What the?" He said puzzled, looking for the source of it. But found nothing along the streets, but instead a large fog stretching overhead. A bluish color mixed within as they had a slight glow.

"that's a weird looking fog." Sheldon said, a drop landing in his forehead as he extended a hand out to it. "Rain?.."

As more droplets started to trickle down, it slowly started to pour harder. It's soft drips turning into a large roar as a wall of water traveled down the street. Forcing Sheldon to get up from his spot as he booked it toward the door. Holding his arms out in front of him to shield himself from it, but it wasn't enough as they slipped between its gaps. Busting inside, Sheldon was completely drenched. His clothes hugged against his body. His shoes soggy, as the liquid caught within his shoes soaked into the matt below. "Hah..hah" Sheldon panted, Bryan coming over to check on him.

"Woah man, you look like you just got out of a car wash. What happened out there?"

"Rain happened.." He said bluntly, pointing out at the window as the rain poured down more of its water. The bluish clouds still flowing over head as the wind carried them over. "Now my clothes are all wet."

"Rain really did a number on you. Here, I've got an umbrella for situation like these. I'll take you home so you can get changed."

"Yes please, I can't sit in a restraunt like this." Sheldon said. Bryan making his way back to the table as he collected his stuff. Wrapping his jacket around Sheldon as he guided him out the door. Umbrella in hand as he shielded the two of them from the rain.

After a short drive back, Bryan dropped off sheldon at the door. Still remaining in the car as he made sure he made his way inside.

"Thanks for the ride Bryan, but are sure you don't want your jacket?"

"Keep it. You'll need it while your clothes dry off. Besides, I can get a free wash here than at the department.

"Pff, ass"

"Heh. Anyway, you just make sure you get dry. I'll stop by in the morning." Bryan said to him, Sheldon giving him a thumbs up in return before he made his way inside.

Taking off his jacket as he took off the soaked clothes underneath. Tossing them over towards the laundry area as he walked around in Bryan's Jacket. "could he at least give me a heads up about this thing. It smells so smokey" he complained, making his way upstairs as he went in his room. Taking off Bryan Jackets before he burritoed himself within his covers. "Ah well, I'm home now. Guess I can get a bit of rest before I work in the morning. Maybe even catch a few jogs before I do." Giving out a very light yawn, Sheldon snuggled into his covers. Burrowing himself within like a fox as he cradled himself together. Letting the warmth from the fabric take over as he fell into deep sleep.

(Morning)

The sun would be coming up as it shined its glow over the neighborhood. Rising slowly into the air as the birds started to chirp to welcome it. Inside the house, the light would start to pierce through the curtains, its beams laying across the bed as Sheldon still remained covered. Sluggishly waking up as he saw the light touch the walls. "Morning already?" He yawned. "Must've been a pretty good sleep."

Adjusting his eyes, his ears were welcomed with an abrupt ring as his ears cowered in its sound. His heart nearly skipping a beat as Sheldon jolted in place.

"There's the alarm" He said unhappy, reaching over towards it to turn it off. But only made it half way as his hand stopped at the entrance of the cover's cave. "What the..I never had trouble reach its before" He thought to himself. Continuing to reach for it as he felt himself start to strain. "Come on..come" he said as he waved his hands for it. Leaning over the edge of his bed to reach, but lost his balance as he felt himself tumble to the floor. The covers wrapped around him as he pushed and pulled on the fabric. "Gah Seriously!" He groaned, clawing out for open as the folds of the covers overlapped on one another.

"Nah!" He roared as he popped out from underneath. The covers flying off as his body was finally free. Looking around, Sheldon couldn't help but feel something was off. His gaze only met the edge of the bed. The table with the alarm now almost head height, as the beeping continued. "What is going on.." Sheldon muttered to himself, pressing the snooze button as he made his way to the stairs. But stopped as he got to the mirror. "Aah?!" He gasped. Looking at the mirror. He could hardly recognize himself as he patted around his body in a panick. "What the hell happened to me?! My body! My size!"

As he focused on his reflection in the mirror, his phone along the bed began to ring. Snapping Sheldon from his panick as he raced to answer it. It was Bryan.

On the other line, Bryan would be getting ready for the day as he placed the phone on speaker. Tidying his bed before making his way towards his clothes, but stopped as the ringtone finally stopped. "Oh hey, you're up! How'd ya sleep bud?"

"I've lost my size!"

"Your size? i don't think you need a size thing. You already know you come up to my waist.

"No Bryan, I lost my size!"

"Hmm, perhaps you slept for too long. Look, whatever's going on with your size, Im sure its not that bad.."

(10 minutes later at the hospital)

**Slam**

"Clear away, my bud needs to get checked!" Bryan announced. Carrying Sheldon on his shoulder as he made his way to the desk.

"What happened to it not being that bad?!"

"Forget what I said!" Bryan responded, standing in front of the counter as the receptionist typed away at her computer. "Hey! I need a doctor."

"I'll be able to page you through, but you must wait. The doctor's is busy with other customer's."

"Forget the other customers! He needs to be seen."

"Bryan calm yourself!" Sheldon said, patting at his back to het his attention.

"Your friend is right.." another voice chimed i. Adoctor standing in the door frame. "I'll take it from here Diane" he said to the receptionist. Ushering a hand towards them as he guided them into the hallways past the door. Leading towards many rooms residing near the sides as most of doors were open. As Sheldon and Bryan past them, they couldn't help but look inside. In one room, there was a person sitting on a bed. His size no bigger than a regular sized chair. And in another, an even smaller person as they barley stood out from the covers. Slim movements noting their presence as wiggles glossed over the surface.

"Oh man"

"Look at how many there are"

"And this is just the first floor" The doctor added, opening the door in front of him as he held the door. "Place him over there." He said, pointing over towards the bed.

"Alright.." Bryan said, taking Sheldon over to the bed as put him him down. Making his way over to the chair next to him as the doctor approach.

"Now, let's see what we got going here.." The doctor said, grabbing his tool out of the drawer as he placed a stethoscope along Sheldon's chest. "Hmm.." They puzzled, vringing over another tool as he checked his pressure.

"How bad is it doc?"

"well, your body appears to be normal according the rate scale. But your size is something is the one in question" the doctor said, making his way towards the side of the room as he pulled out a radiation machine. "If you would be so kind as to step next to me Mr. Bryan."

"Oh uh sure.." Getting up from his chair, Bryan mafe his way to the doctor. Standing just behind him as they fiddled at the machine.

"Now sheldon, you are going to see a bright light. But do not worry, it is only temporary."

"Okay.." He nodded. In a brief moment, a flash filled the room as it forced. Him to shield his eyes. His pupils shrinking from the burst as a glowing figure remained as he closed his eyes. As it went away, he blinked a few times before his vision came back.

"Splendid job Sheldon, you can relax now. I'll be right back after I check in with the other doctors for the results." The doctor said, heading back into the hallway as he left the two alone. Bryan making his way towards Sheldon as he sat down next to him on the bed.

"You good buddy?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just anxious is all."

"Hey, don't worry" Bryan said softly, placing a hand on Sheldon's shoulder. "Everything's gonna be okay." He assured to him. Sheldon giving out a slight nod as he lightly smiled back.

After a couple of minutes, the doctor returned. Notes in hand as he made his way to the desk. "hmm.."

"What is it doc?"

"Your vitals were normal in standard to rates, but your radiation is what's the issue." Pulling out the data from his folder, the doctors placed them on the scanner as he typed into the computer next to the wall "According to the data collected in the lab, your sudden shrinkage has done a number on your size. With an estimation, your expected to shrink further over the course of three months."

"Three Months?!" The two gasped.

"Yes."

"Is there a cure for it?" Sheldon asked.

"No" the doctor said, folding his glasses as he put them in his pocket. "There's no distinctive cure that would help when the process has begun. Not since the cataclysm that happened a year ago.."

"But I can't be..I can't just.." Sheldon fumbled at his words, his heart racing as the news hit him immensely.

The doctor approached Sheldon as he placed a hand on his shoulder "The best that you can do now, is prepare yourself." The doctor said, giving him a bit of space as he gave the the room. "if you need any assistance during the trasnition, the hospital will help as best we can."

"We shall keep that in mind doctor." Bryan said for the two of them, Sheldon still effected by the news as he stared at himself in the mirror.

"I'm really gonna loose my size, But I can't. I don't want to!"

"Hey come on, he didn't say indefinitely. Just an estimation. And even if your small, I'll take care of ya bud" Bryan said as he returned a hand along his shoulder. But Sheldon's expression only frowned more before he got up from the bed.

"Come on..let's go." Sheldon moped, making his way towards the day.

"Yeah..sure." Bryan followed behind him.

First month:

During the first month, more of the symptoms started to arise as Sheldon slumped out of bed. His feet now dangling off the side, he slid off the bed to get down. Making his way towards the mirror as he looked at his reflection. It was like looking at small child as his clothes barely held themselves on his shoulders. Sagging around his arms as the bottom of his shirt hanged over his knees. "Hmph!" Sheldon sighed stressfully, forcing the loose fabric upward before he made his way downstairs.

"Never thought I'd have to use these more than ever" He said to himself, using the side handles of the stairs as he took slow steps upon each platform. Fighting against gravity as they aligned on a sloped angle. "easy does it..easy-Gah!" Taking a step forward, his knee snagged against his shirt. Jolting him forward as he shielded his head for impact along the steps. But it never came, instead something behind him grabbed him. Holding him up as he was puzzled at why. Looking back, he saw Bryan at the the top of the steps.

"Gotcha!" He said in relief, pulling Sheldon back to his feet as he let him adjust.

"Thanks..Bryan"

"that was a close one Sheldon, are you alright?"

"Yes yes, I'm fine. Just..slipped is all. I can make it down." Sheldon said, continuing to use the handles along the staircase.

"Are sure you can? I don't want you to fall again. I could-"

"No no, I got it" Sheldon assured.

Making their way downstairs, Bryan and Sheldon would be in the middle area of the house. Making their way into the kitchen as Sheldon made hus way to the fridge. "What do you want to eat?" Sheldon asked.

"Hmm..Im not really hungry right now. Had a brief lunch before I came here."

"I see, well then I suppose I can fix something for myself. Maybe some pancakes. I'll just need to get batter out from the.." Approaching the shelf, sheldon looked up at the counter as the cabinet rested along the corner. Just out of reach as it loomed out of reach. "Cabinet."

"The cabinet huh? I can get that for you."

"O-on second thought, I'm not hungry."

"Oh?..you sure?"

"Yeah.." Sheldon walked off, making his through the rest of the house. Leaving Bryan in the kitchen as he went to the bathroom.

Second month:

As the weeks went by, Sheldon grew much more stressed as he tried to move on with his life. Picking up a slightly new hobby as he browsed around dating sites to see who he'd hook up with. None would bite at first, as his notifications remained empty throughout most of the week. But he eventually got the attention of someone, a notification popping up on the envelope as he jumped to his sheet.

"Hello, I saw your profile and thought you seemed pretty interesting to talk to."

"Hey thanks!" Sheldon quickly responded. "Glad to hear you enjoyed it. And I'd be happy to talk with ya."

"Awesome! Mind if we share photos? Get to know each other a little better?"

"Crap..well..here goes nothing" Sheldon thought to himself, leaning his body onto the space bar. Hopping over to the camera view as the webcam above flash on. A recording symbol soon displaying itself on the right hand corner of the screen.

"Calling..Calling"

"No! No! That's the video screen!"

**Beep!** "Straight to face camming huh? I dig it. Well, Sheldon what do you thi-whooah you're short." The guy on the other end paused. Leaning closer to the screen as hands fumbled on the screen.

"Y-yeah..But hey! We can still chat can't we?!"

"Er, sorry buddy. I don't think that would work out. Don't get me wrong, you seem like a cool dude, but I Don't exactly know how to handle someone so..small."

"No wai-" **Beep!**

"Gggrh!" Sheldon gritted, slamming into the keys as he angrily pressed them down. "Damnit!"

As Sheldon contiued his rage at the computer, Bryan walked in to check in on him. A cup of coffee in hand as he slowly moved into the frame. "Hey buddy..uh..how did the talk go with your match?"

"How do you think how it went!" Sheldon snapped.

"Ah..I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that-"

"No It's-..it's fine.." Sheldon sighed stressfully, slumping into the cotton ball behind him. "I'm just..in a lot of stress right now." He said as he got comfortable, a small mug slowly pushed in front of him as Bryan sat in the chair behind him.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No..but it seems you won't accept that answer huh?"

"nope.."

"..." Sheldon grumbled at the response, but loosened himself as he leaned against the cotton ball. "Gah this stupid shrinkage is gonna be the death of me. I can't eat on my, walk on my own. I don't even have the luxury of walking in my own house!"

"Well technically you do, just got a long ways to go down the stairs and-" Sheldon gave a glance towards Bryan as he frowned disapprovingly. "Right shutting up.."

Sheldon only gave out another stressful sigh before he looked forward at the screen. "I mean how am I supposed to have a sex life when Im small like this? No person anywhere would want to have to be babysitter to their own boyfriend." Sheldon claimed, slumping more into the cottonball as he looked at the open notification above. "I might as well just stop trying at this point."

A brief silence filled the room as the two sat in their chairs. Bryan stirring a bit as he struggled how best to comfort him. But with a glimpse in his mind, he gave out a slight sigh before he loomed closer to Sheldon. "Listen, I gotta tell you something" he announced as he softly pinched into the cotton ball. Turning it around as Sheldon faced towards him.

"Hmm? What's up?"

"You remember all those times during our fun that we had together? That I always liked being on top of you?"

"Yeah?.."

"Well you see..I..er.." Bryan choked on his words as he tried to get them out. But became to flustered as he jumbled around them. Sheldon watching him curiously as he shifted his gaze around. "I really liked having that interaction with you." He finally managed to speak.

"Hmm?!"

"I know, it's wierd. But something about our time like that always seems to set me ablaze. Makes me feel nice when I'm around you. In a way.." He paused, taking a sharp breath before he finally spoke "Your friendship is one of the things that I cherish most. And so, if you want. Would you like to further our fun together?"

"You mean intimately?"

"Yeah. Er! But if you don't if you don't want to, I understand! Just thought it be a special thing between us as good friends."

"Hmm.."

"Y-you're right, I shouldn't have asked that of you. I should-" as he started to move back, he stopped when Sheldon moved closer. His arms wrapped around his finger.

"No no, It's alright. I don't mind at all. Never thought our fun together would mean that much to you. To be honest I do as well." Sheldon admitted, hugging into his finger "And I would love to have that kind of fun with you Bryan."

Bryan blushed as he watched his friend hug his finger. Shaking it off as he finally looked back down to him "Im glad to hear it Sheldon. Would you..you know..would you like to try it now. I wanted to wait til you were more calm to ask."

"You know for a big guy like yourself, you really are a softy on the inside." Sheldon responded, getting a laugh out of Bryan as he finally gave his answer. "Hehe, I would love to bud."

With a nod, Bryan led down his hand as he lowered to retrieve Sheldon. Waiting for him to hop on as he made his way towards the bed. With his free hand, he took off his shorts as he slinked it down his legs as he walked. Revealing the red boxers underneath as the elastic fabric squeaked with each stride. Sitting down as he placed Sheldon at the end of the bed. "Now, if it gets too much, Im more than happy to stop when you like. Just let me know..alright?"

"I got it. Just make sure you try not to move alot." Sheldon responded, Bryan giving a soft nod as he sat onto the bed. The leg near sheldon hoisting itself over, as it landed on the otherside. The other coming up as it rested along the edge. As sheldon adjusted himself, he looked forward towards Bryan. A wall of calves and thighs surrounding him as a carpet of his own covers led to the crotch ahead. "Alright..Here goes."

He moved slowly towards the Bryan, taking light steps over the folds that stuck out from the covers as made his way to way to red wall up ahead. Clasping around its elastic surface, he used it to hoist himself up the top. The smell of axe and cologne filling his nostrils as they flared up with each breath. Running out of room, he grabbed onto one of the flaps as he hoisted himself over it. A sudden thud welcoming him inside as an outline from the crotch swelled out from it.

"Easy down there, Its got a mind of its own."

"Easier said than done.." Sheldon responded, swaying himself around it as he latched onto the other flap. "Okay, I think I got a hold" Sheldon said as he tugged at the fabric. Hoisting himself upwards to get over the edge. Managing to get his arms around the top. But fumbled to get his legs over it. "Come on..a little more" He fumbled, his feet dancing around the side as they did their best to register a hold. Digging them deeper into the fabric, one of his feet would sink into the flap as it drawed them slightly apart. Feeling a sudden warm surface begin to touch at his leg, before his body thrusted upward. "Woah!" He yelped, as thick flesh pushed into his stomach, carrying him up into the air as he staired at the neck from up top.

"Now you got it excited, guess it wanted to say hello" Bryan chuckled.

"You could have at least given me a heads up you had a hard on" Sheldon said, clinging onto the head as the puffed edges squished into his palm.

"I did say you should take it easy" He chuckled in response, playfully swaying his hips as his cock swayed around slowly. "Come on, slide down." He said to sheldon.

Sheldon would still be stiff as he clinged ontop of the shaft, but loosened as he slowly leaned his backside downward. Letting the rest of his body follow as gravity sent him down. It was a rough way down as he began to slide. The thick foreskin Dragging along his belly as it retracted itself underneath his chin. But thankfully that was the only obstacle, As sheldon slid down with a much quicker pace. Bouncing onto the bulky bulge underneath as he hugged at the base.

"Better now?" Bryan asked.

"Yes, now that I'm on some ground. Thankfully the soft kind." Sheldon commented, patting against the bulge underneath.

"Oooh" Bryan muttered, circling his hips from the sudden touch. "Yeah, they are soft when their not tense. Hold on tight for a sec." Bryan said, grabbing ahold of the waist. Sheldon giving a slight nod before cling9 to the base of the shaft. The fabric beginning to lift as base slinked through the opening of the boxers. Watching it climb up it length with swift glide before they came if the cliff with a sudden bounce. The hand along the briefs moving them the boxers trailed over Brya's legs. Kicked off at the feet as he laid bare on the bed. "there we go." Brian announced.

"Sheesh pack alot under there.." Sheldon Muttered.

"I heard that."

"Er! I mean I've seen better."

"Come now bud, you don't have to lie. It's just the two of us." Bryan teased

"Yeah I suppose your right. Never seen your body like this before."

"You're welcome to touch it if you like." Byan added.

"Really? A-ah I mean yeah sure, why not." Sheldon said, playing it off partially as he gazed back down at the bulk below.

"The floor is yours little buddy." Bryan said, Spreading his legs further apart to leave room.

Sheldon paused for abut as he pondered on the decision, but didn't take too long as he loosened his grip on the shaft. Letting himself lean back as the loose pouch of the sack's skin cushioned his descemt. Letting him glide down its surface as he rolled of them onto his feet. "Wow, they're really big" He admired, moving in closer to them as the orbs rested in the center. He soon placed a palm onto them, feeling its warm surface spill into his hands as the folds covered over his hand. They felt slick at as the glistened sweat trickle onto his finger. But the closer he pressed, they started to become more firm.

"How's it going bud?"

"It's..Nice. It's like im touching a giant bean bag" Sheldon commented, bringing his other hand against his as he proceeded to squeeze around them. The folds climbing up as Bryan moaned, but descended back down as the spilled onto his wrist.

"Nice. That's good." Bryan huffed, wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft as he slowly stroked. A soft grip along its length as he glided it up to the top. Enjoying the little sensation of hands along his balls. Bringing a hand lower, he laid his hand against Sheldon's back. bringing him in more close to the large orbs as he cupped them into his hand. Letting them lay ontop of him as he left some space for him to rub. "Rub as much as you like Sheldon." He soothed through his teeth.

"You got it." Sheldon replied back, his soft glides turning into light grips as he kneaded his fingers between the folds of the clammed skin. Brushing over the strands of hairs along them as he rubbed over the bulk of the orbs. A clear view of the ceiling above as the shaft danced in its pleasure. Almost as if it was waving at him from high above the hill of flesh. As he continued to rub, a slight drip came from up top. Landing along his forehead as a bit of it drooped into his hair. Wiping it off, he looked at it's liquid form. The substance seeming thicker, and milky as he could barely see through it. "Of course, he's leaking already." Sheldon muttered. "Well then, let's kick things up for him."

Using his legs, Sheldon wiggled his feet around underneath Bryan. Brushing his toes underneath his taint as the warm smooth skin against them compressed with each digit. Proceeding to knead into them tenderly as Bryan shifted and turned in his state. "mmm..Mm!" Bryan grunted above. His hips moving slowly while they arched themself forward. The hand behind Sheldon pushing him closer, as he continued to rub.

"Oh a little more right there..yeah that's it." Brian huffed, the pace his hand had going even faster. The sound of flesh against each other becoming more slick, a wet clap slowly following behind them as beated along like a drum. "Ahh!" Brian roared, heaving his hand into himself as Sheldon was buries the bulk of the scrotum. The shaft expunging its seed from its depth from its depths as the scattered to his legs. "Oo that felt good Sheldon, never came that hard before." Brian commented, softly rubbing the hand against his balls.

"Gla ya liked eet" Sheldon managed to say, his voice partially muffled from the skin "Thou I cat say tha sam for ma sheets."

"Oh yeah I didn't think about that" Bryan yawned. "..I'll be sure to get them washed."

"Gad!" Sheldon mumbled, turning his face to the side of the sack. "Peh! That was pretty good fun. Though I think I need a shower after this. Mind letting me up bud?..bud?"

"Zzz...Zzzz."

"Damn it, he fell asleep."

Third Month:

As the third month came by, More of Sheldon's size diminished.finding himself smaller than an average Tik tac as the rest of the world grew around him. But with a new interaction through it all, it the impact normally had decreased exponentially. As Bryan and Sheldon become much more closer as friends.

"Man that was a good playthrough of the new Call of Duty. May have a bit of bugs on the maps, but I'm sure they'll fix them sooner or later." Bryan said in his chair, talking to his stream as he engaged with his chat. But stopped as a timer rang from his phone. "Well chat, I'll be back streaming in a little while. But don't forget to drop in the blog and see if any of you won the raffle of this week. See you later!" He waved at the chat, putting it on hold as he exited off the app.

"Ahh" he sighed softly, pulling back his chair as he hoisted his foot onto his lap. Sheldon along the bottom as the toes danced and hugged around his body. "Did you enjoy the foot massage bud?" Bryan asked. Sheldon giving him a nod in response. "That's good, glad I wasn't the only one. You always knew how to get the sweet spots he teased, letting a toes hug into him softly as he wiggled it partially. "Looks like I got a bit of time left before I go back into the stream. Anything you want to do?"

Sheldon pondered a bit as he wondered what they could do. An idea soon popping up as he hopped off of his foot. Making his way towards towards Bryan's pants as he patted at the waistband.

"Aah so you so you want to do that again? Alright." Unfastening his belt, Bryan slinked the waistband down as he held it down along his lap. Pulling the boxers with them as his cock sprawled out from its cage. Slowly stiffening from its limp state as sheldon hopped aboard it. Riding up as the head stuck up in the air. A pair of fingers coming around, as it pinched softly into the edges. The slit becoming slightly open as it suckled at the air. "It's your's bud." He confirmed. Sheldon giving a salute back as he made his way towards the rim of the slit. Cupping his hands together before he dived inside. The lips closing back up as Bryan let go of the sides.

Slrrk...Slrrk...Slrrk

"Try not to rush yourself like you did last time" Bryan teased, grabbing his shaft as he focused on the Sheldon slide deeper into his cock. The sucking guiding his faster towards the base as the muscles deposited into his balls. Closing his eyes, he leaned back into his chair to bask in the moment. His balls jostling in place as the a little lump traveled through the testicles tube.

Inside, pink walls surround Sheldon's vidion as he descend the sack. Light partially shin through the skin as shadows danced around the walls. Expunged into the one of the balls, the sphincter below tenderly squuezed him inside before he plopped towards the bottom. Dropping midway into the puddle, he moved his way over to the wall. Hugging against it as he placed a hand along one of the meaty folds. "Let's get him some fun." He said to himself. Squishing his hands into the cum coated flesh as he proceeded to rub them down. Feeling the walls push back at his grasp, he heaved his body closer. Placing an ear along it he listened to it. It had a peculiar beat to it. Blood pulsing through the sack as its followed the beatimg thumps of Bryan's heart, the sound of muffled faps above as he pounded at his shaft. It was alluring to say the least, as sheldon contiued to rub.

"Mm..mmm!" Bryan moaned more, fully relaxed into his chair as his body started to heat up. Grabbing his balls as he proceeded to rub underneath. Placing his finger onto the left one as he focused on Sheldon's rubs. But stopped when the sound of the alarm rang. "Damn, is it up already?" He snapped out of his state. "Alright, I guess I best to get back to streaming. You alright to stay in their a bit buddy? Give one pat for yes and two for no. He said to balls below. Feeling a limp. Sensation as they rubbed along the inside. Two swift thumps would trail off them, the second adding a little more rubs as Bryan shriveled blissfully in place. "Ah..I take that as a yes. Alright then, I get you out once the stream is over. Won't be long just an hour." He assured, turning towards his computer as he went to turn back on the screen.

As Bryan started to stream, it would began to get more calmer inside his sack as the walls returned to its normal state. Sheldon resting in one of the flesh pockets as he too enjoyed himself. "Mmm I never of that.." He huffed to himself, enjoying the fresh musk of his friend as their salted scent filled his nose. Relaxing more in them, he closed his eyes as he let the walls around rock against hi body. Circling around his sides as he dipped his toes into the puddle of cum in the center. "Maybe being this small isn't so bad after.." He said happily, placing a hand to the side of him as he used the other to rub walls more.

#Shrink #Musk #gentle #size difference #cock vore

[stitchthesewords]

I see your tags about the rendubs divorce arc + Ren running off with Bdubs' ex + Bdubs declaring himself king because he can do it better, and I hear you loud and clear

But I am now here with a counter offer, aka you got my thoughts spinning and this relates to a fic I started but never finished because writing angst makes me too sad. (this ask that ended up way longer than I thought it would oops)

What if renthubs polycule (or some flavor of poly hermits i'm not picky) where the three need some time to mentally recover and process the whole king arc. Ren goes to Doc, Etho goes to his single player world and Bdubs goes to Empires.

Doc ends up helping Ren get through his anxieties and fears after being king, including his dynamic with all the people in the rebellion and the feeling that his friends and partners would hate him for everything, which is of course not actually true. And I think that Ren is the type of guy to process things relatively quick and be able to bounce back. So once he is more stable, he follows everyone to empires.

Bdubs runs away through the rift and declares himself a god on Empires, which shows you about how well he is (not) coping with everything. To me, he is the type to loudly declare that he's over it, but he ends up festering the emotions, particularly when no one else is really talking about the king anymore. He's fine, why wouldn't he be fine, he's a god. (side eyeing joel here as well after dl)

Then Etho. Hmm. I think he isn't as bothered by it by the other two but I'm not 100% sold on that either. There has to be a certain melancholy to knowing your partners aren't in the best headspace and not really being able to do much about it. And the guilt about fighting against them and having to be part of the group to kill them. The third life memories would have to be coming in at full force. It may be lower stakes on hermitcraft but I don't think that matters when the memories are that emotionally charged.

I think that in the chaos of the empires collab and then the start of a new year with new projects and tcg and everything, the three don't really get a chance to sit down and talk. Bdubs is hiding away in the monolith drafting up visions of another grand castle base. Etho and Ren see each other more often with tcg matches and, through a number of casual interactions surrounded by other hermits, decide that maybe it would be time to talk. And there wouldn't be a better excuse to talk than a big project.

So the boat race idea is born. Etho and Ren go out to the ice spikes and scope it out. They end up around a fire made of some spare wood and end up talking well into the night. It starts out with plans and slowly ends in a heart to heart, where they finally express their struggles with everything and their commitment to each other going forward. They fall asleep cuddled together in a sleeping bag under the stars.

And bdubs is still festering. He doesn't stop long enough to realize. His days are filled with planning and designing and gathering materials. He works himself to exhaustion so he is too tired to think about who and what he is missing. He's fine. He builds a throne room.

Em you have no idea how insane this ask made me I am. HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

GOD! GOD! You are soooooooo right about how they would each react and recover/not recover tbh. And its like - Ren isn't 100% but he's like. He's getting there and being up and moving around will help him out - and Bdubs just. HHHHH Bdubs throwing himself into his work to hide from his woes while putting on the 'I'm FINE! ACTUALLY!!!" im ill. And Etho just having. No clue really god bless him he's looking between the two of them and trying to figure out what the best way to approach everything is.

GOD and then the way you thought about rentho bonding and finally talking bc of the TCG and then going out to build the boat race while bdubs unknowingly is festering back home im hhhhhhh. I am normal about this i am so normal. [They should. play clocks against each other in the tcg where they bond. For no reason. ]

Imagine coming back from having a boat race and doing fun stuff out in the ice to find bdubs having completely thrown himself into an insane task without break and its like. you've gotta figure out how to approach it he cant just fester but he's closed off and hiding behind work to not have to address his feelings. I am normal I am feeling soooooooooooooooooooo normal.

#Asks #em-mermaid #mutuals #renthubs #hermitshipping

[greywolfheirs]

Steddie Holidays: Secret Santa

I originally wrote this for the Fruity Four Advent run by @unclewaynemunson but I only managed to fill 4 prompts, two of which I'm publishing. This is the first of those! The idea came to mind and immediately made me laugh so I wrote it. Hope you enjoy~

Steve can’t remember whose idea it was to do a huge Secret Santa this year (definitely one of the kids) but everyone was excited about it, so he wasn’t complaining. Whatever didn’t make everyone traumatized was worth it. It’s just, well, did he have to get Nancy of all people?

Sure, he knew what to get her, but everyone still teased him about having feelings for her, and this would just be another nail in the coffin. He didn’t have feelings for her—not anymore, not when curly hair and brown eyes elicited a different face—but it would look like it if he got her something this Christmas. Besides, there was definitely something going on between her and Robin, so what better way to solve this problem than to do a simple trade with his best friend? He didn’t expect it to go as easily as it did.

“Hey, uh, do you maybe want to switch Secret Santa’s?” He asked as they pulled away from the party afterwards.

“Oh thank Christ,” she sighed, immediately pulling her slip out of her pocket and handing it over to him. “I got Johnathan, and I cannot tell you how awkward that is for me.”

Steve snorted, handing over his own paper. “I think I have an idea.”

Robin gasped when she saw the name. “No way. No way!”

“Yes way,” Steve laughed.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Robin asked, taking Steve’s hand and squeezing it.

“Not as much as you tell me you love her.”

“Shut up, dingus.” Robin’s blush was visible from the corner of Steve’s vision.

----

That night, hanging out with Argyle, Johnathan, and Eddie at the Munson trailer, Steve found himself laying on the floor next to Argyle, high as a kite. He wasn’t sure what their previous conversation had been about, but they somehow got onto the topic of Secret Santa.

“It’s like, man, I love all you dudes and we’ve gone through some mad shit together, but I do not know what any of you are like on the inside,” Argyle was saying. “Like, who you are as people, yes. What material goods you enjoy? No way.”

“Hmm,” Steve said eloquently. He was watching Eddie and Johnathan walk to the kitchen and grab beers.

“Like if I’d gotten Johnathan, I know, you know? Everyone else is a big mystery.”

Steve took a moment to process those words. Eddie was saying something animatedly to Johnathan in the kitchen and his rings kept reflecting light. It was distracting. What were they talking about? Oh yeah. “I have Johnathan if you want to trade.”

“Dude, seriously?” Argyle turned his head toward Steve at this. He pulled a slip of paper from his breast pocket.

Steve nodded, reaching in his jeans for his own slip of paper and handing it over. Will, the new slip said. Steve could work with that. He slipped it back into his pocket and went back to watching Eddie’s rings.

----

“Come on assholes, let’s go,” Steve yelled, bounding down the stairs of the Wheeler’s basement two days later. “You were supposed to be done half an hour ago.”

The kids, to their credit, were actually packing up, although Mike was in the corner with Lucas, whispering feverishly. They all ignored Steve, but he could tell they’d heard. Eddie, already packed up by the looks of it, bounded over, bumping Steve’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry mama hen, all your little ducklings will be ready soon,” he said.

“That’s two different birds,” Steve pointed out.

Eddie put a dramatically affronted hand to his chest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were an ornithologist, Steve.”

“A what now?”

“Steve!” That was Mike, whisper-yelling at an uncomfortably close range and pulling him away from Eddie. “I need to talk to you.”

Steve made a can-you-believe-this-kid face at Eddie but allowed himself to get dragged away. They were in the same corner Mike had been in with Lucas earlier.

“Who do you have for Secret Santa?” Mike asked immediately.

Steve rolled his eyes. “The whole point is to not tell you.”

Mike huffed. “Look, there’s a reason I’m asking. You don’t have to tell me if its me, I just need to figure out who has Will.”

“Why?” Steve asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” Mike said quickly, blush quickly rising on his cheeks. “Do you have Will or not.”

Steve sighed. “Yes.”

“Wait, really?” When Steve nodded, Mike asked excitedly, “Can we trade?”

Steve debated it but, well, he knew nearly everyone right? And Mike seemed so determined to get Will, he probably had a big plan. So he nodded.

“Thanks!” Mike said, with a smile Steve was rarely on the other end of. He handed a slip to Steve. Steve didn’t bring his slip, but he didn’t really need it. “I owe you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Steve said, covertly slipping the paper into his pocket so the others wouldn’t see. “Just make sure you get Will something nice, alright?”

Mike nodded and raced to pack up. Steve looked over to find Eddie giving him a questioning look. Steve shrugged in response.

He was parked in his driveway before he remembered to check who he’d traded Mike for. He stared at the paper a long time, making sure he wasn’t imagining the letters. Eddie, it said. Steve was glad he was alone in his car, because he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to explain the smile that crossed his lips at that moment.

----

Three days later, Dustin called Steve’s house.

“Dude, please tell me you got someone I actually know for Secret Santa,” he said when Steve answered.

“What if I do?” Steve asked.

Dustin sighed heavily on the other line. “I got Argyle. The only thing that dude likes is weed, and I’m not even old enough to buy beer.”

“Mmm, yeah tough pull dude,” Steve said unsympathetically.

“Trade with me Steve! Pleeeeease?” Dustin begged.

“Gonna have to turn you down there, Dustybun,” Steve said. “You know how the rules work. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Oh, come on,” Dustin pleaded. “I know Mike’s been trading for Will, and I’m pretty sure I saw Max trade hers with Nancy the other day.”

“Well, just because other people break the rules doesn’t mean I will,” Steve said. “Get Argyle a pizza, that dude’s super chill.”

“But—”

“Nope, I’m hanging up now,” Steve interrupted, already moving the receiver away from his ear, hearing the distant yell of his name before putting it in the cradle.

----

It was worth it to see the way Eddie’s eyes sparkled when he found out who his present had been from.

#steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #StrangerThingsFestiveFun

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

Prompt idea: Geralt gets a contract for a monster that has been sighted nearby. When he tracks it down, he is surprised to find mothman!Jaskier who (much like actual mothman) has an ass that won’t quit.

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I just want you to know that Mothskier now lives in my head rent free 24/7. I love him. I would die for him. This is my new favorite emotional support au.

2k-ish words - please feel free to shove comments through the bars of my enclosure, I would really like that

art by the ever-wonderful @mawbwehownets, whose drawing of Mothskier made me legit cry.

tw: mild injury, brief blood mention, strangers to lovers

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“So what you’re saying,” Geralt raises an eyebrow slowly, curious, “Is that you need me to catch a monster that’s half man and half moth?”

“Yup.”

“Alright,” Geralt pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger. The frustrated Witcher takes a slow breath to calm and center himself, before he ends up botching the entire contract-writing process. Humans tend to grow attached to the strangest monsters sometimes, and apparently this mysterious local being was no different. “Let me get this totally straight, so there are no mistakes or misunderstandings. You want me to capture this man-moth and get it out of your woods, but you don’t want me to kill it?”

“He’s called the Mothman, and he’s pretty damn stubborn about sticking around,” the aging farmer corrects Geralt with a little frown. Then his expression shifts and he smiles in a way that seems almost apologetic. “We were hoping you could find a way to relocate him without hurting or killing him, Master Witcher.”

“That’s completely possible, if he isn’t attached to this specific patch trees by any magical or biological means. You said his natural habitat is just… the forest?”

“As long as there's an abundance of pine around he seems pretty happy. Before he came to live with us, Mothman lived in a heavily forested area up the coast; or at least that’s what the historical records and local mythology seem to indicate.”

“That’s actually pretty helpful information to have on hand, I’m impressed,” Geralt nods. “Alright, Mr. Stevens. I promise to relocate the poor thing without killing or maiming him, and I’ll be sure to take him somewhere far enough away that your crops won’t be in danger. Thanks for calling me first instead of just going straight to an extermination service.”

“Honestly, Master Witcher,” the farmer sighs and readjusts his dirty baseball hat, “If it weren’t for the mischief he’s been getting into lately, we would have let him stick around until spring. I hate to admit it to a man as strong and stern-faced as yourself, but the poor creature is almost… adorable at times.”

“Well that’s a first,” Geralt chuckles, honestly amused by the situation he’s found himself in. “A monster being referred to as ‘adorable’ rather than ‘terrifying’. I’ve never heard such a thing in my many years of life.”

“Then you’d better prepare yourself, Sir Geralt. He’s got a pair of big blue puppy-dog eyes that’ll knock you on your ass if you aren’t careful. And that’s coming from a man who raised three daughters with dimples.”

“Hmm. Fuck.”

---

Geralt knows enough about moths to come up with a plan he thinks will work.

Before he heads into the woods to find and capture the poor wandering creature, the Witcher takes a detour through the lighting section of the nearest Lowe’s.

---

Unfortunately for Geralt, the farmer was right about the power of Mothman’s puppy dog eyes, which are big and blue and begin to water as soon as the Witcher’s net knocks him to the ground. The creature lies in a whimpering tangle of limbs beneath the heavy, magically enhanced restraints. Geralt takes an opportunity to look at what the locals called "a cryptid".

Mothman has a long, lithe body that's covered in a light layer of grey-brown fur, but his hair resembles that of a human’s, falling over those enormous blue eyes in a lovely chestnut fringe. When Mothman sees the swords on Geralt’s back he cries out in panicked recognition and tries to pull his arms up far enough to shield his face. The lamp Geralt used to lure him into the clearing is still bathing him in a pool of yellow light; it’s almost pretty for a monster, Geralt notes.

As the Witcher takes a step forward, the cryptid squeaks and buries his face against his own shoulder. His entire frame is trembling.

“Hey there, shhhhh,” the Witcher murmurs quietly. He drops into a squat and holds both hands up to show Mothman that they’re weapon free. Tears are now falling freely down the creature’s surprisingly human face; whoever or whatever this is, they are likely some kind of Fae. “I’m not here to hurt you, I just want to get you back through the veil.”

“Liar,” Mothman huffs. His voice has a surprisingly musical quality to it and Geralt is now sure of his Fae parentage (or grand-parentage).

“I promise I’m not lying,” Geralt reassures him, slowly crawling forward. When he reaches for the nearest corner of the net, he feels all of Mothman’s muscles go tense. “I’m going to lift this up and I am going to restrain you, but I swear that I’m not going to kill you. I wish to cause as little distress as possible. Is that alright, Mothman?”

The creature hisses and yanks his foot back away from where Geralt’s hand had nearly touched it. “Jaskier.”

“Hmm?” Geralt glances up, raising an eyebrow.

“My name is Jaskier,” the Fae repeats, glaring up from between the sections of woven rope that make up the heavy net. “Not Mothman.”

“My apologies, Jaskier,” Geralt bows his head. He words his introduction carefully, in case this thing can manipulate his name like others of his kind: “You may refer to me as Geralt.”

“That’s your real name,” Jaskier states. The Witcher’s head snaps up.

“How did you know?”

“Hmm,” Jaskier sticks his tongue out as he mimics the sound Geralt made earlier. “Not telli-AH! Stop! Oh go- gods, stop! Please!”

Geralt drops the short section of rope he’s trying untangle from around Jaskier’s ankle and snaps his eyes upwards, already searching for damage. “What’s wrong!?”

“My wing!” Jaskier bawls. His scent spikes out through the clearing, sharp with panic and pain. The creature’s chest begins to shake more violently than before, his shoulders shuddering with the rising force of his sobs, “It’s t-t-torn! Oh gods, my wing! Sir Witcher, p-please!”

Geralt freezes, his gaze settling on the torn section of Jaskier’s large, furry wing. It’s a nasty wound near one of the joints, a faint trickle of barely-luminescent blood has already dried around the edges. Jaskier tries to flutter it a little and screams in agony when the muscles shift too suddenly, shrilly enough that Geralt needs to cover his hypersensitive ears. The Witcher's heart crashes down into his boots; based on the way the shivering Fae has gone pale and silent, the pain is too much for him to process. He’s gone into shock.

A torn wing is exactly the kind of thing Geralt had promised the farmer (and the collective of townspeople he represented) wouldn’t happen to the peaceful moth creature if they hired a Witcher instead of an exterminator. He sighs and gives the strange being another once-over. “Everything's alright, Jaskier. You’re going to be alright. I’m so, so sorry that you've been wounded. We’ll get you out of this net and get you something for the pain, but it’s going to hurt a little to untangle you. Stay still, don’t struggle, and it’ll be over soon.”

“J-Just kill me,” Jaskier pants. He’s continuing to hyperventilate and Geralt needs him to calm down before he passes out. The Fae reaches a hand for the dagger at Geralt's waist and the Witcher twists out of reach with a frown. Jaskier sobs again, fingers still seeking, “I might n-n-never fly a-again so just k-kill me!”

“Breathe with me, Jaskier,” the Witcher instructs, forgoing patience and cutting through the net with that same dagger. He scoops Jaskier up into his arms, ignoring the keening sound at the back of Jaskier’s throat when his wing is jostled, and rushes the Fae to his truck, tucking him into the passenger’s seat and wrapping him in a large, fluffy blanket. “I’m taking you to my friend. She’s an expert at healing magical creatures and I'm certain that she'll get your wing fixed in no time.”

Jaskier doesn’t give an answer. When Geralt looks up into the creature’s face again, the injured Fae has already passed out.

---

Jaskier moves with all the grace of a newborn foal as he explores the room Geralt has provided for him. His wing has been inspected, treated, and bandaged by a rather scary sorceress named Yennefer, who glared at the Witcher the entire time she was caring for him. She had also taken one of Geralt’s old t-shirts and cut an enormous hole in the back for Jaskier’s wings to fit through. The shirt’s bottom hem falls to the middle of his thighs and the thick black material is softer than anything he’d ever felt before.

He hears a knock on the door and calls out, “It’s open!”

Geralt enters slowly, bearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a mug of tea. “I brought you some last minute supplies and - uh… I brought you some tea. Yen always likes some before she goes to sleep and I figured since this was a new place and new places can be scary that I should-”

“Thank you,” Jaskier interrupts, smiling shyly. His antennae twitch happily as he takes the offerings from Geralt's hands and the Witcher watches them with wide eyes. Jaskier carefully sets the pajamas and the tea on the nightstand before turning back to look at Geralt. “I will… see you tomorrow?”

Geralt gives one sharp nod. “Hmm.”

“Goodnight,” Jaskier sing-songs, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as Geralt exits.

From the other side of the closed door, Jaskier’s superior hearing picks up the Witcher’s final whisper: “Goodnight, Jaskier. I will always be sorry for causing you pain.”

The next morning he meets Geralt at the breakfast table, refreshed and ready to learn about the human world. He’s summoned a glamour in order to hide his more Moth-like traits, the only things that remain of his true nature are his wings and antennae; his fur is gone and he’s dressed in a pair of sweatpants and that same old shirt. The Witcher offers him a bowl of fruit and mug of something sweet-smelling. Jaskier glares into the mug with a slight pout to his lips before finally asking, “What is this?”

“Hot chocolate.”

Jaskier takes a sip and his antennae flutter, twitching happily as he swallows the best drink he’s ever had in his long life. He eats a strawberry from the bowl and slowly works his way through the hot chocolate, eyeing Geralt warily as the Witcher moves through the familiar kitchen to make his own breakfast.

“Where is Yennefer?”

“She went home,” Geralt shrugs.

“She isn’t your mate?”

“N-No,” Geralt sputters, turning to stare at the nervous young Fae. “Why would you think that?”

“You smell like each other.”

“We spend a lot of time together,” Geralt shrugs again. “Good friends, that’s all.”

“Hmm,” Jaskier mimics his host for a second time. Rather effectively by the annoyed twitch at the corner of Geralt’s mouth. “Just wondering.”

“Anything else you’re curious about?”

“Why don’t you have more lights?”

“Huh?”

“Lights,” Jaskier gestures around the minimalistic layout of Geralt’s open-concept kitchen/living room and its distinctive lack of lamps. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans forward against the dark marble countertop. The pout has gone from 'slight' to 'full-bore' and Geralt is clinging desperately to his braincell with how cute it looks. “It’s no fun.”

“You really like lamps, don’t you?” the Witcher replies, mouth dry. Jaskier huffs and takes another sip of his hot chocolate, antennae flickering back and forth in irritation. Geralt bites his lip to hide a smile; it’s too fucking cute, which is an odd thought for a Witcher to have.

“So what if I do enjoy a nice lamp or five in my living space?” Jaskier argues. "I'm a Moth of taste."

“No matter,” Geralt laughs quietly. “Finish your drink before it gets cold.”

---

Jaskier stays with Geralt for a few weeks while his wing heals, and for a creature whose sole interest seems to be fancy light fixtures, the Fae becomes a source of light in Geralt's own world. They go to a nonhuman friendly second-hand store to find Jaskier some more clothes and Geralt discovers the cryptid's love for oddly patterned shirts in bright colors. Jaskier chooses several to fill out his closet, as well as a sweater two-sizes too large in deep black (Geralt tries his best not to attach any meaning to this choice), a few pairs of pants, and a jean jacket that he declares, "Can be altered."

They watch movies together and make food together - Jaskier is always incredibly impressed by the way the automatic coffee maker works, and how easily Geralt can control the flames of the stove. Jaskier also follows the Witcher along on less dangerous hunts and helps bandage him up after worse ones, always there with a smile and a little kiss over the cleaned-up wound.

“It really is magic,” Jaskier always insists, lips pink and shining from licking them as he concentrates. "It makes you heal faster."

Geralt realizes one night - two weeks into Jaskier’s stay, as he leans against the doorframe and watches the strange creature’s even breathing - that he has gone and done the stupidest thing a Witcher can do: fall in love with a pretty, temperamental young Fae. Head over fuckin’ heels, actually.

So he makes a decision.

---

The next evening, after the dinner dishes have been cleaned and put away, Geralt herds Jaskier down the hall to the guest room. Those entrancing blue eyes blink up at him in obvious confusion. “Bedtime already?”

“No, not quite. I just- I made you… uh…”

“Do you have a surprise for me?” Jaskier asks, used to the Witcher's issues with verbalizing.

Geralt nods, relieved and thankful for the Fae’s steadfast understanding. “Do you want to cover your eyes or should I just open the door and show you?”

“I’ll close my eyes,” Jaskier smiles, covering his eyes with both hands. Geralt finds it adorable, as Jaskier always is, and allows himself a matching grin as he swings the door open. The ceiling light is off but Geralt has built a blanket fort at the center of the room and surrounded it with fairy lights of all colors and sizes. Inside the blanket fort is a mass of blankets and pillows; Jaskier has the odd habit of building nests - Geralt jokingly calls them cocoons - and sleeping in those on the floor instead of on the very comfortable mattress the Witcher has provided.

“Open them,” Geralt urges.

Jaskier pulls his hands away and Geralt watches as his pupils go huge and wide. Jaskier's face breaks out in the sunniest, most blindingly happy smile Geralt has ever seen. He turns and throws his arms around the Witcher, his wings fluttering behind him and his antennae twitching and flicking above his head. He tries desperately to speak but only manages a half-snuffled little “I’m-” before bursting into tears of joy.

Geralt just holds him, letting his arms fold carefully around Jaskier’s waist, just beneath his wings.

"I just wanted you to know that, if you wanted to stay, there would be room for you. Your room, if you want it."

"I do," Jaskier smiles, burying his face in the Witcher's neck. "I'd love to stay. I'd love nothing more than to spend my days going on adventures with you."

"Well then," Geralt gathers all of his courage and presses a soft kiss to the crown of Jaskier's head. He's met with happy spasms from the antennae so he does it again. And again. Moving from the top of the Fae's head to his cheeks and then his mouth - pretty and pink and pouting and so worth the trouble. "I suppose we can get started on our next adventure tomorrow."

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[critrolesideblog]

Caleb Widogast pushed his hair out of his face for the ei--nineteenth time in about as many minutes. Caleb and Essek were reading for pleasure this evening, with the aid of Comprehend Languages: Caleb the collected poems of Erdan Niemi, a famous Drow bard, and Essek, Die Waldhexe und andere Zemnische Volksmärchen. They were seated at opposite ends of one of the sofas in the tower salon, their legs in the middle not quite touching. But some time into Essek's reading, the repeated scrape of sweater against paper edge and rustle of hand in hair became too much for him to ignore.

It was a long time coming really. Essek recalled that it had been Veth who had braided back Caleb's hair for him, when they were in Aeor last. Since there was no Veth to braid it this time around, Caleb had fallen into the habit of roughly tying it back in a ponytail or bun, with varying degrees of success, depending on the amount of effort he put into it, which, lately, was middling, and tonight, none at all. There were times when the mess was charming: when Caleb shuffled into the dining room in the morning, stray locks framing his face; when he ran his hand through his hair in excitement at a new discovery; when some friendly wind caused wayward strands to brush just so against his lips. At the moment, though... Essek took a large sip of his wine and set the glass gently back on the table. "Caleb?"

"Hmm?"

Despite the response, Essek knew better than to continue right away. Caleb's head tilted up toward him slowly, but his eyes lingered on the page a moment longer. When blue finally met lilac, Essek took a  deep breath breath. "May I... braid your hair for you?"

Caleb blinked once, twice, three times, before his eyebrow and lips quirked up with a humor that was a little too insightful. "Well, if it’s bothering you..."

Essek gave a huff of laughter at being caught, before pressing his hands together in front of his lips, arranging his features into a semblance of solemnity. "It is driving me insane." Caleb laughed, as Essek hoped he would.

"I apologize if I have driven you to distraction," he replied, in a voice that sounded not remotely contrite. Essek averted his eyes and took another small sip of wine to provide an alibi for the warmth in his cheeks. "Please, by all means." Caleb pulled free the tie holding his hair in place, and with a small shake of his head, the copper strands fell down around his face and shoulders.

Essek gathered his composure, clearing his throat slightly. "Excellent -- ah, Liesl?" He said quickly, turning to the tortoiseshell cat relaxing in front of the fireplace. She opened one amber eye in response.

Liesl was Essek's right-hand cat. She had been standoffish at first, it was true, but it seemed Essek's years in politics were not wasted in the ruins of Aeor. "Liesl, would you please have Jaakko fetch me some additional hair ties and a comb?" Liesl, without raising her head from her paws, turned her gaze to the cat in question, all black and slender, whose interpretation of cleaning apparently included batting a piece of crumpled paper around the legs of a desk with incredible enthusiasm. At some unseen signal, he turned his attention to Liesl, and after a series of tail twitches, trotted off into  a nearby cat door. She turned her gaze back to Essek. "Thank you, Liesl. That will be all." She chirped at him in response and returned to her nap.

Caleb's eyes were back on his book now, but Essek did not recall anything in Niemi's works amusing enough to justify the grin on Caleb's face, which Essek now had an excuse to give due consideration. He did not think the braids that Verin favored in their youth would suite him particularly well, and they were a bit elaborate for a night in, besides. Perhaps just a variation on the Gwardanian-style braid Veth employed.

Jaakko returned in no time, the items required laid out neatly on a tray held aloft by his long tail, and, with one last small sip of wine, Essek rose from the sofa and moved to stand behind Caleb. He took a deep breath as he picked up the amber comb from the tray. There was no cause, he told himself sternly, for his heart to be racing as it was, which was, of course, a lie. He raised the comb above the copper strands. "I am going to begin now?"

"Ja, danke."

Whether the thanks was for the impending braid or the warning, Essek was not sure, but he drew the edge of the comb gently back along the scalp, carefully delineating a section of hair at the top of Caleb's head. He tied the sides and back out of the way, and if his face warmed at the brush of fingertips on neck, there was no one able to see it. He gathered up the hair closest to Caleb's face and divided it in thirds, before weaving the right third over the center and then left over center. He repeated the process, carefully gathering more strands in on the sides as he went. He was about halfway through with the braid, when Caleb leaned to the left without warning, nearly pulling the locks from his grasp.

"Pysy paikallasi!" Essek hissed, decades-old habit causing the words to spill from his lips in Undercommon, but it did not matter. Comprehend Languages was still in effect. "Mitä sinä teet?"

"I want some wine," Caleb explained, extending his arm to the side to demonstrate that the glass was just out reach.

"Did Veth allow you to move around when she braided your hair?"

"She never complained."

"Then she spoiled you terribly."

"Will you hand me the wine?"

"No," he replied sternly, gathering the strands into one hand, careful not to mix them up, and then leaning over and passing the goblet to its owner.

"You are a riot, Herr Thelyss," Caleb said dryly, but Essek caught a glimpse of a grin as he straightened.

"I am glad you think so. I have been thinking of taking my comedy show on the road when we are done here."

"You should ask Veth if she has any material you can use. Will there be a Mighty Nein discount on tickets?"

"Please, if anything, I should charge you all extra for the honor of heckling me."

Caleb gave a mock gasp. "The Nein? Heckle you? We would never."

"Ha! Tell me another one!"

Caleb's shoulders shook with quiet laughter.

Essek stopped gathering new hair into the top braid, braiding the remaining length of the locks together, and tying them off. He then shifted to the left and began the process again with a section starting at Caleb's left temple. From this vantage point, he could spy the gilded edges and precise black script of the book in Caleb hands (and what hands they were! Capable, as he knew, of both great destruction and healing. And, perhaps, from this vantage, he could also glimpse the stately sweep of his cheekbones, the curve of his nose, the strength of his jaw, but who was to say.).

"How are you enjoying the poetry so far?" He asked, affixing his eyes firmly to the task in front of him. He had not known whether Caleb enjoyed poetry, when he gifted it to him. He had doubted, though, that Caleb had much opportunity to avail himself of Kryn literature during his time in Rosohna, and Caleb had seemed delighted, even touched, by the gift. He did not seem to be making quick progress through the text, however.

"Very much so," Caleb replied after taking a sip of wine. "I imagine I am sometimes missing some nuance or cultural context -- Comprehend Languages is a bit of a blunt instrument -- but I am enjoying it even more than I thought I would. You almost made it sound dry in your description, when you gave it to me."

"Ah, no, not dry. Only, all young Drow are forced to read his works as part of our schooling, and it colors our enjoyment of it somewhat."

"I see."

"Do you have a favorite passage so far?"

Caleb did not respond right away. "Yes..." He admitted, at last, and added, "It is from the Courtship of Lael."

Essek nearly lost his grip on the braid as he fumbled the strands mid-crossing. He had forgotten the Courtship was so early in the text. "Oh?" He asked, hoping it came across as polite interest.

"Would you like to hear it?" Caleb's voice had a softer, deeper hue than usual.

"If you like."

There was quiet for a moment.

Caleb did not turn to the page -- he did not need to. He merely cleared his throat lightly, and began:

"My lover's skin is a field of stars. What bliss to wander among the heavens! Let me approach as a pilgrim from the dark. Let me worship on my knees before the holy light. Let no beacon go without a prayer from my lips."

Every opalescent freckle on Essek's skin was now a flame. He swallowed hard. "That--that was, ah ... evocative."

"Ja, I thought so too." Caleb chuckled.

Essek tied off the left braid and moved around to the opposite side. They passed the time in quiet, as Essek's dexterous hands, having found their rhythm, made quick work on the braid on the right. And if he had a new awareness of the freckles that made fiery constellations along the slope of Caleb's neck, he gave no indication.

"You know it is a good thing you are braiding my hair up, with us going deeper into the Genesis Ward tomorrow." Caleb said at last, as Essek gathered the braids and the loose strands left over in the back up into a neat ponytail, tying it off with Caleb's original tie. There was more than a little mischief in his voice. "I should hate for Devexian to see me for the first time in months with my hair a mess."

"You are a riot, Caleb Widogast," Essek drawled.

"I'm glad you think so."

.

.

.

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Notes: Pysy paikallasi! Mitä sinä teet? -  Stay still! What are you doing?

#some fluff for your Sunday evening #this was originally going to involve more reflections on Essek's childhood #but Caleb had other ideas #Caleb: I'm gonna read him my actual favorite passage from this book. Me: you don't have to. Caleb: No I'm gonna #Shadowgast #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #shoutout to neverlain for fixing my Finnish! #my writing tag

[strawbabysimp]

Loving Dominance || Sub!Illumi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Category: Sub!Illumi x Fem!Dom!Reader

Warning(s): Handjobs, Vaginal Sex, Unsafe Sex, Praise, Pet Names, Mommy Kink

Request(s): "Can I request smut for Illumi with fem SO who likes to be a soft dom and is very gentle and attentive with him? 👉👈 Thank you luv!♡"

"you should do illumi with a mommy kink 🤩 and how are you doing? 💕"

A/N: I really wanted to combine these two requests to show a more sensitive side of Illumi~ I hope that's okay with you both💕

You woke to a small movement coming from beneath you, your clothed chest pressed softly against your boyfriend's as you woke up from your rest. It had been a tiring day for the both of you, Illumi having gotten home from a short yet tedious job and you having to deal with his more unresponsive than usual self left you a bit drained. You didn't mind taking care of the boy, in fact, you cherished his allowance, but it still took its toll on you.

You didn't bring this up though, only shifting yourself slightly so that you were peering up at him. His eyes were open, staring up at the ceiling blankly in a way that would have left you disconcerted if you weren't already used to it. The only thing that bothered you was the reason why he was doing such a thing. He usually slept through the night, only disturbed when there was an unfamiliar sound or disturbance so this was peculiar.

"Illumi," you called out in a quiet voice as you tried not to disturb the calm atmosphere of the room. He turned his head towards you, already sensing you were awake. "You okay?" Your voice was cautious and you noted the way his body was tensed up underneath yours, not having noticed it in your former sleep-hazed state, but you had quickly snapped out of it upon seeing him upset.

You squirmed to get a better view of his face and in the process, he flinched away. Your movements halted. You felt your chest tightened at his reaction, not faulting him for it but your worry did rise. Detangling your legs from his you sat up beside the assassin. He mirrored your movements while consciously keeping his body from touching yours.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke, "I'm sorry that I woke you." He was still getting used to phrasing what he wanted to say especially when in such an intimate place as your bedroom, his eyes bore into yours emotionless and it was moments like this where you wished you could read him better.

"I just need a moment. You can go back to sleep now."

You ignored his words and moved to sit up straighter, pulling the sheet closer to yourself by doing so. The strain in the fabric had it clinging tighter to Illumi's figure. You couldn't help but glance down at his lap for a moment, your eyes drawn to what must have been the problem. He was hard. His unmistakable arousal looking uncomfortable as it moved against the sheets.

"I'm not supposed to bother you when you're resting," he explained clearly. You could sense the slight guilt coming off of his usually maintained aura.

A small smile graced your face at knowing it wasn't something too serious. "Illumi, that's what I'm here for," you cooed at the man before you, "if you need me then I'm here. Simple."

He nodded as he allowed his limbs to relax slightly, looking up at you with a hesitant gaze. You slid in closer to him with your smile still in place. This time he didn't move away. Moving your hand up to lightly graze over his thigh, not yet coming in contact with the source of his discomfort but making your intentions clear.

"Do you want me to help you, Illu?"

He nodded.

"Baby," you moved your other hand to press against his cheek, "You have to use your words for me okay? What do you want?" His hips moved forward slightly before he finally voiced his needs. "I want you to touch me."

Still not good enough. You spoke again. "Where do you want me to touch you, hmm?" Your fingertips drew circles on his lower thigh, trailing up to his hip bone and back in a coaxing gesture. "Please touch my cock," he muttered in the same shy voice he always did when talking in such a lewd way.

The more you continued your ministrations the more noise spilled from your lover's mouth. Even his moans sounded angelic, smooth, and breathy, perfectly fitting for the eldest Zoldyck boy. You allowed your hand to take on a slow and steady pace, sliding your thumb across his cock head every few strokes just to hear his unsteady breathe that urged you on even more.

"You do sound so sweet Illumi," you praised from above him, his glassy eyes paired with the slight flush to his cheeks were a welcome sight and you felt privileged to be able to see this side of him. "I wish you would let me hear you more often." Another soft whine left him as you ran your thumb over the leaking tip once again.

As his breathing began to grow heavier and his gaze shifts around trying to gain awareness, you slowed your pace slightly. "Look at me," you gently prodded, the hand that was once on his thigh coming up to thumb for his cheek. "You're fine," yours whispers calmed his frantic gaze slightly, "I'll watch out for you. Relax." You set your lips tenderly against his, the slow tongue-less kiss calming his nerves as your hand regained its previous speed.

You pulled away from the kiss, choosing to travel down his jaw to give him a small break from the action so he could focus on simply feeling the pleasure as you took care of things for him. You started to suck lightly at the soft skin, lapping over the tender spot found just above his collarbone. You could feel just when the tension started to seep from his body, tenderly muttering praises into the soft skin as you did so. Your mouth left a trail of purple marks as Illumi arched into your adoring touch.

Your hand lowered further to lightly fondle his balls, easing away from his cock before stopping your ministrations altogether. Illumi stared back at you with wide eyes, his need sounding through the air with a disappointed whine.

You dropped a chaste kiss to his shoulder and made quick to reassure him that you weren't stopping, "Shhh... I'll take care of you." Your leg swung over him, successfully straddling the man before you as you look at his appearance from the new angle.

His fingertips grabbed firmly onto your shirt, pleading silently as he pulled on the fabric covering your body. He ground himself against you needily, begging you to remove your clothes and allow him to see more of you.

"Do you like looking at me Illumi?" You asked tentatively. His eyes shined up at you as he hummed in agreement. Without another moment you quickly stripped yourself of your last remaining garment, you never wore much to bed since the room was always a comforting cool temperature and Illumi was usually beside you to keep you warm.

He struggled to sit up more, holding onto your hips with a force that had no right being as adorable as it was. You could feel his hardness press against you in earnest but he didn't move against you just yet. Instead, the Zoldyck pressed your chests together, resting his head against your collarbone as you roamed your fingers through his hair comfortingly. Unable to ignore the arousal yourself, you began to rock into him slowly. He was cautious of his strength as he rests his palms against you, not wanting to hurt you as you cared for him so gently.

As his soft breaths turned more intense with your movements and the pressure against your chest rose with his added weight you pulled his upper body away from you. "Use your words? What do you want?" The question hung in the air for a moment as he worked through his phrasing.

"I want you to touch me more."

Fingers played with the ends of his hair as your hands fell from his scalp. Asking once again, "How do you want me to touch you, baby?" The pet name seemed to ease him into his headspace even more before he answered, "I want to fuck you?"

His words brought a bigger smile to your face as you pressed a kiss against his forehead. You were proud of how far he had come with expressing his wants and you weren't going to hide that from him. "Okay, we can do that."

You ground yourself against him, the material of the shirt no longer creating a thin layer between the two of you. His precum coated your core as you lifted yourself, conscious of how his body shuttered beneath yours whenever his skin came even slightly in contact with your own.

"P-please," the assassin begged, "Please I need you." The words were slow yet filled with bliss, stuttering slightly as he tried to word himself correctly.

"You've been such a good boy for me Illumi. You deserve a treat."

His head titled cutely as he stared up at you, his hands traveling to your waist as his nails grazed the skin found there. Before he could question what you meant, you clarified with your body. Sinking onto his length in one quick motion, you felt so deliciously full. Your mind blanked for a second, eyes shutting as you allowed yourself to adjust to his size. You could hear him whine in the back of your mind, no doubt restraining himself from thrusting against you from how needy he had become.

After a moment you looked down at the glistening-eyed boy in front of you, bringing your thumb to your lips before gently wiping away a stray tear that had spilled from his waterline. You ground your hips against him experimentally, gaging his reaction as your walls squeezed him reflexively. Your walls squeezed reflexively when you ground yourself against him once again, finding a steady momentum as you rode the deliciously submissive boy beneath you.

You steadied your body with a firm grip on the headboard, the slap of skin against skin sounding throughout the room as you yourself struggled to maintain eye contact. The feeling of him filling you up so well was overwhelming and soon after you picked up the pace something far sweeter than any amount of times he hit that sweet spot in you occurred.

"Mommy," Illumi whined as his hair began to stick to his hairline as he got closer to his climax. He only used that title when he was especially wrecked and you knew the sight of him mouthing the affection-ridden word was a privilege no other got to experience.

"Spit it out baby," you encouraged your boyfriend, "Tell Mommy what you want." His whines increased as he struggled to get it out but you trusted in the fact he would tell you if it was too much. "I want to come Mommy. Please, c-can I come? Will you let me come?"

You smiled softly at his request. You were happy to give him what he wanted and you told him just that.

"It hurts," he said, too lost in the blissful torture of being on the edge of his orgasm brought him to be self-conscious about the words leaving his trembling lips. You leaned forward to press a gentle kiss against his lips, reassuring him that he'd be just fine and you'd let him come soon. As you pulled away he quickly scrambled after you, arms holding you tighter than before as his head fell against your shoulder. You could feel his body shake slightly and you allowed yourself to fuck yourself on him as your own need to became too great, confident that he'd come soon no matter what you did.

The feeling of him throbbing inside of you, slowly bringing him to over stimulation as you did nothing to slow your movements, was what quickly brought you over the edge. You tightened around him, shaky breathe sounding between you as it was almost too much for him.

It always took you a moment to get your breath back but once you did you we're sure to give him the praise he deserved.

"You were such a good boy for Mommy."

You felt wetness against your neck but the way he hugged you gently let you know that he was okay as long as he had you there and it would always be that way.

#Smut #Illumi #Illumi Smut #Illumi x Reader #Sub!Illumi #Sub Illumi #Hunter x Hunter #HxH #Anime #Illumi Zoldyck

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Day 5 of the interviews! let’s give it up for Ligia! :chinhands:

Ligia, author of Love the Guard, Be the King

Latino Heritage Month Featured Author

Mathias' heart has been bleeding since his father, the former King, decided to punish you for his mistakes. As the youngest child of a lesser bourgeois, you were raised in the castle, between the King’s cruelty, the Queen’s friendship, and  Mathias’s kindness (or supposed kindness?).

Now, more than twenty Carnivals since your arrival, the King is dead and the Queen’s sickness  worsens each day. As the azure taint spreads in the kingdom and the Opalean Wars come to an end, it’s Mathias’s time to sit on the throne.

Will the docile Prince become a kind King, a violent Monarch, or a ruthless Tyrant? Will you have any say in it? And how much will your relationship change?

Love the Guard, Be the King Demo | Author’s Kofi | Read more [here]

Tags: historical, romance

(INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT UNDER THE CUT)

Q1: So, tell us a little bit about the projects you’re working on!

With pleasure! Right now, I’m working on three main projects. My personal Visual Novel project, “Love the Guard, Be the King,” a second Visual Novel I’ve been secretly working on with a good friend for the past 10 months or so, and I also have an ongoing book series about hot, quirky supervillains—but I’ll focus only on the first two cause that’s what we’re here for, right? Hahaha.

LtGBtK is a really intimist experience, focused more on the MC’s and RO’s character arcs and how we can change depending on our experiences and how we feel about them. The entire plot happens in only four days, but it takes into account almost 30 years of history—basically Mathias’s (the only RO) entire life!

“Crystal Library” has mystery, romance, magic, 6 ROs, and a ton of memorable scenes already. I’m working on the graphics and the programming for this one, while Coco Nichole (@dreamybard), one of my favorite writers ever, is the brilliant mind behind the plot and all of CL’s characters! I can’t wait to share this one with you all. Romance is optional in both. :)

Q2: What excites you most about using interactive fiction? What are some of the biggest challenges?

What I LOVE and FEAR about all types of interactive fiction is how it invites players to, on a much deeper level, be part of the narrative. When reading books, we all work hard to translate beautiful sentences and scenes into images in your head. We interact with it, yes, but when playing IFs, we also explore the narrative in a different way; we have so much more agency over what happens! We sometimes have different paths to choose from, beautiful illustrations to unlock, or character traits that change depending on our choices… it’s amazing, and, IMO, it’s a very unique way to experience narratives.

But it’s also very complex, very demanding, and it can easily get out of hand if you give the players too many options/branches to follow, mainly when working with small teams or, in my case for LtGBtK, alone. *takes a deep breath* I just hope I’m doing a good job. .-.

Q3: What has been something in your project you’ve had to do a weird amount of research for?

Besides programming lol basically everything. For LtGBtK, I’m trying to create this weird fantasy with a modern-medieval society (?), so I’m constantly researching medieval customs, traditions, tools, and weirdly specific stuff like socks. Did people wear socks in the medieval era? What were their playing cards made of? When was ice cream invented? How did they shave? How did kids become knights? What were their perfumes made of? And soaps? What did they eat? How different was their wine? And what kind of materials or slang or fabrics can I use, and what can I change without completely breaking immersion?

 And then I shove all that into a pot and adapt it to a world where Mathias can literally put the world on fire with a wave of his hands. ♥

Q4: Which of your characters is most like you? How?

I think I’m a mix of them all, but mainly Mandra and Rafa (one of my main characters in my supervillain books). They have wildly different personalities and stories, but those two have clear views of the kind of person they want to be, they’re not afraid of their soft sides, and they are ready to work hard to become good at what they love. Rafa has a specially strong connection to her brother, like my siblings and I, and Mand is often locked in an eternal state of wanting to be alone and wanting to be surrounded by family/loved ones, so I guess we meet there too!

Q5: Does your heritage influence your characters as you create them? (How? Why or why not?)

Yes! There are the very basic ways, like habits, names, food, family dynamics, settings (mainly in my books, which are all very Brazilian), and Holidays. And then there’s a more personal way that I’m not entirely sure I can explain because I lived in Brazil for 28 years, and I’m not sure I can put that into words. The classics of our literature are different, Art, architecture, and music developed differently, my country was violently colonized and still faces the results of that violence (including but not limited to structural racism, classism, misogyny etc), I learned some Capoeira in my physical education class at school, we call non-Brazilians “gringos,” and so on. This is my normal, and this is what my characters would see as normal too, because I don’t know any different.

At the very core, all my characters are influenced by my country’s history, by our relationship with other countries, and by the values my parents taught me, passed down to them by my Indigeous-Spanish-Portuguese-German foremothers/fathers. :P

The main, more palpable way my heritage influences my characters, though, is through humor and theme. I think Brazilians have a very specific, sharp, and often very smart kind of humor that, IMO, stems from the type of history our country has, and the way we look at life, sometimes translating pain into humor. As for themes, I usually write about what makes me angry... and there’s a lot in Brazil’s history and modern society that causes me that. :)

But all I know for sure is that I want to show the world Brazilians are much more than samba and soccer.

 Q6: What is something you love to see in interactive fiction?

Other people! In the same way I add my history and worldview to my creations, I always approach stories thinking that there’s a whole, well, history behind them. And I love that! Also, I adore choices that feel impactful + good friendships and family relationships + soft romances with mutual respect. ♥

Q7: Any advice to give?

Hmm. Be proud and celebrate who you are and where you’re from. Learning and understanding the world inside us is a life-long process, so it’s always a victory to discover new pieces of ourselves. :) Also, if you can, talk to people that come from different cultures than yours to expand your worldview, don’t be afraid to be soft (the world needs more kindness), and please study personal finance. Seriously. XD

#if: events #latino heritage month #latino authors #cyoa #choose your own adventure #choose your story #interactive fiction

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Another cookie squad Headcanons

Featuring Sparkling, Vampire, cellphones and the Espresso and Madeleine Story of how they came together. Consider it an AU now baby!

-As a note, when I say the squad I'm mostly referring to the adults, so no worries about Walnut or Creampuff useless I mention them too

-Each one of the squad has been in Sparkling's bar at last once. There's no need to say who has been there the most. Sparkling has a time every time someone besides Roguefort comes, because to him it's mostly like "Oh I'll finally know the continuation to the burnt toast accident or maybe the cat catastrophe? Maybe a new POV of the--"

He practically knows a lot of what happens in between the squad.

-As another note, Sparkling's bar is called Milabo (You know, like the song from Zutomayo of the same name, which, btw, I relate a lot to Latte)

-*A great part of this “AU” is kind of inspired by the song. Part of its lyrics and vibe.

-Vampire is there most of the time when the squad visits the bar (it's almost as if he never leaves the bar and this is definitely not me low-key putting sparkvamp in this oh no--) Sometimes the fakes his sleep to listen to the things others say (Which is how he knows most of Rogue's pan-ic).

-Walnut has been in Sparkling's bar too, but at day and for case-solving purposes only. Sparkling will give her some alcohol-free drink for free sometimes (mostly because he gets along pretty well with the nut family and because Almond usually pays him whatever he serves her).

-If the squad had cellphones (and probably an app like discord because.), their group chat would initially be called "Coffee mage appreciation group" and then be changed to "Coffee bean appreciation group"

Coffee Bean: Can we please change the group name and mine?

Guided by the Devine: No <3

Coffee Bean: Fuck you.

-*And they all would dedicate half their time to make fun of Almond but with love.

-Espresso has been mistaken for a dark mage before by Almond. It was how they meet actually. Almond had pulled him to interrogate him and got a long lecture on the differences between black magic and coffee magic.

-Madeleine gets along rather well with Roguefort. Rogue seems impressed by Maddie’s acting skills.

-Madeleine is currently living with Espresso. Out of his armor most of the time. He usually takes care of keeping the house clean and preparing meals (He never really had to cook before but the first dish he made wasn’t bad at all). Sometimes he will tag along Almond in the detective’s work, or Almond will ask for his help.

-I’m still unsure if I want the Almond/Roguefort/Latte to be romantic or platonic. But honestly? Both are good. Latte is pretty close to Almond and Roguefort but not in the way she is with Espresso (that makes them look like siblings jkashduawhu). Perhaps I’ll keep it platonic.

-The Espresseleine/Madespresso story of how they came together, because I seem to not be able to write it down JSHALDHUIWADWA-

--It happens after the Puppet Show mini quest. Madeleine starts to ask for Espresso's "assistance" in different mission that are given to him. Angel is there too, of course.

--During these missions is that Essy clarifies that no, they are not friends, no, he does not like Madeleine. Bringing up the knight begin too prideful and self-centered if not all then most of the time.

--Is not until one of their missions goes wrong, were Angel is knocked out and Espresso (seeing and knowing that if Madeleine is knocked down too they might not be able to go back to the kingdom ever) pretty much receives a rather big attack for Madeleine is that he kind realizes the facts given by espresso true. All while he is carrying Essy and Angel back to the kingdom, running and exhausted too.

--Clover begin kind of a mediator between the two (I want to see more of my son--)

--"Devine, protect us" Should happen too after this. An scenario like, Madeleine coming to think something like "I'm the shield, the one who goes on the front line and receives the blows for those who can't, always looking straight ahead... but if I am doing that then who watches my back? Who do I rely on and trust to take care of most enemies so the damage received is not overwhelming...?"

Power of team work baby!!!

--As a note to this, Maddie getting his cape damaged as well as his hair. So, you get short hair Maddie~

(I've been drawing him with short hair in secret now I have an excuse to show)

-- "You...cut your hair..." *Madeleine touches the points of it with one of his hands, pensive* "...pft it'll grow back!"

--There's also this "Search for your own light" thing between Angel and Maddie. Angel encouraging Madeleine to do so. Maybe Madeleine giving his best wishes to them for their wish to fly before they decide to part ways.

--Madeleine trying other ways to befriend Essy. Which at first Espresso mistaken as the knight usual attempts to befriend anyone he sees out of habit and attention seeking, but once they realize the feeling is completely genuine, Espresso is rather perplexed.

--"You can't just befriend people by buying them gifts (although I do appreciate them)" "Then what?" "hmm..."

--Said gifts used to be rather expensive things, simple though. Eventually Madeleine settles to just pass by Espresso's place, give him any food he had bought that day (which usually is glazed donuts), ask if he needs any help with something (getting a vase, materials, moving things), and if not then he just says his good byes, best wishes and silently leaves. (A note on the "silently leaves": Madeleine is pretty much used to speak loudly and enter loudly anywhere, he still does this at this point, but when it's about Espresso he is a bit more quiet, a bit showy over his entrances still, but less loud, and he actually knocks the door)

--Madeleine eventually manages to go out with Espresso to other places that aren't some place in the forest full of enemies. Probably after some more visits to his place and more calm talks between the two, Madeleine brings up that Espresso tends to act a bit cold or distant towards a lot of people, and that, although he understands his discomfort at begin in public spaces or too long out of his work, he should try and open up a bit. This reminds Essy of a certain friend he hasn't seen in some time, and from whom he keeps getting letters.

--Shenanigans.

--There's still some bickering between the two, always with a playful undertone though.

--Espresso explains Madeleine, one time the knight has gotten Espresso wrapped in a blanket burrito again and got him to bed, that sometimes, no matter how tired he might feel, he is simply unable to sleep. Part of a headcanon of mine that coffee magic has this side effect on it's users, prolonged usage of this kind of magic will induce a high caffeine kind of state, which on the long run can fuck up the user's sleep schedule. Madeleine understands this, but remains stubborn about keeping Espresso in the bed so at last he can get some rest from his work and clear his mind a little, the idiot falls asleep in the process and Espresso doesn't try to wake him up.

--This happens several times after, neither of them thinking of the implications of not begin bothered by the sudden closeness they share until it's too late.

--Espresso realizes first that he has slowly, yet nicely, fallen for Madeleine. I think I talked about this before but I'll do it again: Is in one of the times Madeleine has gotten Espresso to bed to get some rest, Espresso not begin able to fall asleep and Madeleine doing again. Is while he thinks of how he has gotten to know Madeleine for real, not the Knight Commander from a noble family or the Chosen by the Devine, but as he is, that he comes to think that "Ah.... I love him" and he remains calm about it.

--Espresso doesn't overthink it, just thinks that, if Madeleine ever got an interest in him, he would surely show it. So he waits. Even if in the end his feelings aren't mutual he knows he'll do just fine remaining friends.

--Madeleine realizes not many days after. And the realization hits him like a truck. Alone in his place and probably in bed looking at the ceiling thinking about Espresso. Once he realizes and thinks about it a bit more his face gets all red and chooses to scream in the pillow.

--He would think about telling Espresso as soon as he can, after all, he doesn't want his feelings to make their friendship weird. He values it, a lot. Maybe because his friendship with Espresso it's the first one where he genuinely wanted to become friends with someone.

--Espresso takes the confession calmly, gets all flustered after they kiss for the first time.

--As a few extras of this: Madeleine goes back to the Republic, asked to be seen by his family and Espresso goes to Parfedia, where a few students have applied to his class to his surprise. When they see each other again is at Parfedia (Madeleine sending a message to Espresso beforehand about his arrival) -there was this one drawing I did once of Maddie running to hug Espresso, something like that happens-. Madeleine gets very clingy for some reason, which they speak later and comes out as “Home doesn’t quite feel like home…” “Why is that?” “I don’t know… maybe I’ve become used to be around you”

--Espresso lets ends up letting Madeleine stay with him until he either feels like returning to the Republic or is called back, whatever happens first (though none will happen for maybe a year or a little more).

--Ends with Madeleine meeting Latte and Almond.

#Headcanon time baby! #The cookie squad #Espresso Cookie #Madeleine cookie #espresseleine #madespresso #Roguefort cookie #Almond cookie #Latte Cookie #Sparkling cookie #Vampire cookie #Walnut cookie #Bar gays

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Chapter 2

Summary: Professor Laszlo Kreizler is a pretentious ass - that's the only way you could possibly explain the man. That being said, you needed a job to help pay for grad school, and the position of being his TA was the only thing available. You'll suck it up and deal with it, but the last thing you'll do is let this man get inside your head in the process.

WC: 1131

Rated: M

Chapter Tags: laszlo is very to the point with his expectations.

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Monday morning came too quickly. There was no need to dress super professionally as a TA, but you still found that you wanted to at least look presentable on your first day with the devil himself. One less thing for him to judge you on, right?

The hall in the Psychology wing was quiet, only a few students could be seen shuffling to their early morning classes. A tall guy walked past you, offering up a pity-smile in your direction as he saw where you stood. If what you had seen on the professor over the weekend was any real indication, you felt bad for the psych majors. Even so, you would do your best to withhold judgement until you met the man.

You stood outside his office. The dark mahogany door was shut, a gold “Dr. L Kreizler” placard adorned the wood. Pulling out your phone you check the schedule for the tenth time this morning.

Schedule:

MWF 8am-12pm

TTH 3pm-7pm

You lick your lips and look at the clock on the wall - 7:59. The second the hands switch to 8 you knock on the heavy wood. There is a muffled “come in” from the other side.

You don’t know what you anticipated as you entered the office. Taking a minute, you examine the decor he has set up. It felt like walking through a time capsule; as though you were transported to the gilded age. Rich, dark colors of wood and tapestry filled the space. Large bookshelves had tomes that looked to be at least a hundred years old, well worn and rubbed off of their titles. Small artifacts, pictures, and old scientific instruments line the shelves. The room is massive, not something you would have anticipated. He does not use the fluorescent overhead lights, instead having a series of tall warm-toned lamps scattered around the room. There is even a couch along the back wall, decorated with swirling filigree carved into the arms and legs. A laptop and second monitor on his desk bring you back to reality.

In your admiration of the office you pay no mind to the man it belongs to. Finally, you notice him as he stares at you from his chair, looking annoyed at having to wait for your introduction.

Even with the less than pleased look he’s giving, you can’t help but notice how attractive the man is. The picture had done absolutely nothing to show off the depth in those brown eyes, the softness of the delicately styled hair, the fullness of his well-groomed beard. He was much younger than you anticipated too. If anything you figure he’s maybe early 40s. And fuck, he’s just your type. Too bad he’s an asshole… and your boss…. you think belatedly.

“Oh! Sorry, um, I’m the new TA,” you introduce yourself and tell him your name. “It’s very nice to meet you professor.” You reach out to shake his hand. He does not move to return the favor, but instead keeps his calculating eyes on you. The silence tics on as you wait, hand outstretched. Clearing your throat you drop it back to your side.

Finally, he speaks in an accented voice. “You may call me Dr. Kreizler. I have space for you there,” he gestures with a nod of his head to a desk in the corner. “I’ve taken the liberty of preparing a list of expectations for you. Should you have any questions or concerns I expect that you address them with me directly. You’ll note that I have included my personal number for work purposes only. I expect you to provide me with your own should I need you outside of contract hours. Do not contact me while you are intoxicated or you will be dismissed from this position.” To the point then, you blink at his directness. And presumptuous as hell to assume that you would even consider drunk texting him.

He briefly explains your role and clarifies some of the less detailed points on his list. The entire time he’s speaking his focus is on whatever work sits in front of him, not you. A beat passes once he’s done.

“Sounds great, thank you.” You had done your best to remain civil and polite, ignoring the ill-reviews in hopes to create your own opinion. Quite frankly, he wasn’t faring well so far.

He looks up at you; his eyes are piercing. Does he always look like he’s picking apart people like they are a specimen he’s studying?

“I suspect you have done your research on who I am, yet you are still present today. That is promising. But tell me, who are you?” he asks, sitting back in his chair.

You’ve never been good at talking about yourself when put on the spot. “Well I’m 26 years old, I graduated magna cum laude with a dual degree in history and political science. The last few years I’ve been working with the graduate studies program to get my doctorate in history. My thesis is on 1960s shifting cultural norms and the development and impact of countercultures on American society.”

“Have you considered the emerging role of sequence murderers in your studies?” He almost looks interested as he asks.

“Some, not as much as I would like yet, though. I suppose a perk of taking this position means you can give me some insight on that since you teach about it.” You give a little smile-shrug, hoping the statement will earn you some points with him.

He ignores it. “And what background in psychology do you have? Or do you even have any?”

You are a bit taken aback by his tone. “I took an introductory course with Professor Stratton during my undergrad years.”

“Hmm. That will have to suffice. In the meantime I would suggest you make haste with the reading I’ve left you. It’s best you spend this week with that so you can be most useful to me this semester.”

Looking through all the contents he’s left on your desk you see two books, a textbook, a few slide show print outs, and his syllabi - each marked up with his cursive and colored tabs to mark pages of importance. Sitting down, you give an inaudible sigh; this is going to be a long semester. You pick up the first syllabus and get to work.

Noon rolls around after what feels like a lifetime. Packing up all the materials he’s provided, you wish him a good afternoon. As you are walking through the door he calls out to you.

“Next time, do not be late.” You give him a confused look, seeing as you got there exactly at 8am. “On time is late,” he explains curtly.

“Noted.” You don’t catch the door as it all but slams closed.

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The Report Card – Fantasy High: The Seven Ep 1

Meet the Maidens

It is back to school baby, both for D20 and, funnily enough, myself as well (something I hope will give me more time to get the recaps out in a timely manner fingers crossed). 

As I’m sure you all know if you’re reading this, this season of D20 takes place in the world of Fantasy High but with a focus on Aguefort’s OTHER most badass adventuring party who we’ve so far only seen on the sidelines, the Seven Maidens! You’ll recall, they’re made up of the seven girls who were captured by Penelope and co. to fulfill the prophecy that would let Kalvaxus rule the world freshman year. And, in fact, we start with a flashback to freshman year so let’s just jump right in.

We find our seven soon-to-be heroines chained in the Red Waste in front of what we know and they will shortly learn in Kalvaxus’ lair--a crucial part of the prophecy that was the subject of season 1. The structure of this episode is sort of like 2 rounds of introductions--first here with the maidens meeting each other for the first time and then again at home with their families a la the first episode of Freshman Year so I’ll be glossing over certain things that we’ll get to later in their second intros.

Anyway, the first two to wake up are Danielle (aka Yelle: half-elf, druid) and Zelda (satyr, barbarian as we know). Zelda is her usual, adorably nervous self in contrast to Yelle who is no less sweet but in a super chill, granola girl, fuck the system kind of way. We actually learn that Penelope had her on board with the plan for a hot second when she thought it was just “overthrow the government” but didn’t know about the “install a just as bad if not worse evil dragon overlord” part. 

Ostentatia (dwarf, cleric) wakes up next and is, as Izzy--her player--describes her “Jersey Trash.”, all blinged up with jewelry that she secretly made herself and didn’t buy. She wakes up pissed and ready to bodyslam Aelwyn which are both extremely valid emotions as much as I love Aelwyn. By the way, all of the girls recognize each other as girls who go to their school but none of them are really friends though they very quickly start throwing the label around because that’s what you do when you wake up chained with 6 other people in front of a dragon’s lair in a place called the Red Waste. 

Katja (half-orc, fighter) wakes up and immediately cares about nothing more than the status of her beloved horse, Cinnamon and declares that if Cinnamon dies, she’ll die. This is a fantasy world so Ostentatia and Danielle are a little concerned that might literally be true via a soul bond or something but it’s more that Katja just really, really loves that horse. Danielle tries to cast a spell to locate the horse but can’t get the somatic components quite right with her hands manacled. 

They all get into a discussion about the fact that everyone for a fact knows they’re all virgins now (you know, the real issue here) and what exactly counts as “virginity” for the purposes of this prophecy (like, does second or third base count or only traditional home runs using the baseball analogy) when Penny wakes up and is, just so excited to be here gang! Penny (halfling, rogue), who is one of the girls who has been kidnapped the longest, is adorably and honestly a bit concerningly exuberant to be surrounded by all these new friends, totally disregarding  the fact that they are clearly in some deep shit. Zelda mentions that Riz, her old babysitee, knows they’re kidnapped and is trying to help and she lights up. 

Next up is Sam (water genasi, sorc/bard) who immediately starts thrashing to get out of her chains and, when she can’t get free, is devastated by the fact that her ex betrayed her (!?) Finally Antiope (human fighter/ranger) wakes up all out of sorts having started her growth spurt while in the crystal and also having needed to pee right before she went in which becomes a problem all over herself (which Sam helpfully cantrips away).

With all of them awake, the stones they’re chained to light up and some of Kalvaxus’ minions (the ones who tied them up) show up to do minion speechifying. Yelle does a horrifying Animorph style morph into a waterbear (a tardigrade if you wanna get all Bio 101) to get out of her bonds but then Sam who has a serious one track mind re: getting out of here (Correct) and has exactly zero patience for these guys casts Tidal Wave and just knocks them off the cliff. Yelle frees Ostentatia who frees everyone else with Animate Object on their chains. Hands free, Yelle also casts Locate Animal and tells a very pleased Katja that Cinnamon is doing a full Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron down the highway searching for her. 

The girls decide to explore the cave which has recently had most of its treasure moved (it’s currently in the gym for the Prompocolypse fight which is currently happening). Penny and Sam (who are in insanely different emotional places) find all these broken mirrors which Sam takes as a cue that they need to GTFO (which is what she was already doing) and Penny thinks would make a great material for friendship bracelet making which she starts doing as Sam physically pulls her away. Sam hears someone doing post-cry sniffles and is like, “Not today Satan,” still trying to leave. However, Penny sees that there is one mirror left and, inside, sees a ethereal looking human with flowing, preternatural, black hair who senses their presence and asks if Penny is someone named Anima. She asks for their names though she declines to give hers (hmm, feels very fae) and the girls give the fake names of Kelly and Cecelia which the figure says she will guard and not misuse. The figure says she is looking for her sisters (who she says when Penny asks are at Aguefort which...hmmmmm) and, all of a sudden, Sam and Penny are having a bad feeling about those mirror shards. 

They ask her a question about the mirror and she gets really aggro when it’s referred to as “her” mirror as she would very much like to be out of it. The woman really wants to get out and says she can give them lots of power if they help. Sam pulls out her compact Mirror of the Past (magic item that does basically what you’d expect--shows you info from something’s past though in a cryptic way usually) to try and get some info on this thing and just barely avoids losing her mind in the process because this thing is ancient. Like eons old. She also learns the woman’s name (or maybe title): The Ending of Things (will be calling her Ending for now).

Yikes!

Right around now the other girls come in and can see at the angle they’re looking at her at the woman in the mirror is Not Really A Person and Antiope points at her and reflexively casts a ranger sense spell to try and clock its weaknesses and stuff but Ending grabs the spell energy like a lasso and tries to drag her into the mirror. She does however find out that she’s stacked with hella resistances (total immunity to necrotic damage and non-maj weapons, resistance to most elemental damage, and more).

Sam briefly considers using Lightning Lure to pull Antiope back before deciding on a much less ouchy Counterspell. Unfortunately, it’s not strong enough and now she’s being pulled in by her spell energy too. Yelle casts Erupting Earth which has some pros and cons.

Pros: Antiope and Sam are saved! Yay!

Cons: The mirror breaks and whatever was in it is fully freed. Not yay!

Shortly after (but not before Penny gives everyone their new friendship bracelets), someone calls into the cave looking for them--it’s Fig’s mom, Sandra-Lynn (with new art)! She’s happy and impressed that everyone is OK (also, Katja and Sam both have little lines that foreshadow their ~parental issues~ for the season--Katja being very moved by the simple act of Sandra-Lynn showing up for them and Sam saying that in her experience moms can be very evil).

As they all leave the cave, they all do checks and get some info:

Ostentatia: The mirror was kinda like a palimpsest (the crystals they were trapped in) and whatever this thing is is ancient and powerful. 

Yelle: Gets the above info and the fact that when the thing left it wasn’t quite a bad vibe, just the vibe that something big and important is at play.

Penny: On an Arcana check she knows that what Danielle did 100% saved Antiope and Sam’s lives from whatever and wherever was on the either side of the mirror but the contact marked them in some way. 

Katja: With History she sees some Primordial writing which is the writing of elementals (one of the things Ending has resistances to which might be relevant; also Sam reads Primordial but doesn’t get to read what it says)

Antiope: She knows that she and Sam are connected to Ending now somehow but it’s a two way connection which means they can also use it to their advantage. 

Ostentatia casts Mending on the mirror shards which I think was to reconstruct the mirror but what it actually does is someone link their friendship bracelets. Cute!

And, with that, we cut to the present a year and a half later (which is Jr or Sr year for everyone). 

We hop from kid to kid as they get ready to head in to school and get glimpses into their homes lives! Let’s do a quick rundown for each girl:

Antiope Jones

We see that Antiope is the youngest of five in what is essentially a military family full of basically every kind of fighter (she says she basically lives in a “Crossfit box”). There’s an 8 year gap between her and her sister Corsica who is the second youngest so her parents are kind of already living like empty nesters. When she comes downstairs she is promptly handed a protein smoothie and told two pieces of info: (1) from Corsica she learns that she overheard at school --where she teaches--that Aguefort needs to talk to her for some reason but she won’t say why which annoys the crap out of Antiope and (2) her parents lined up an internship for her at the Ministry of Adventure. She and her mom verbally spar a bit about them being all up in her life and how stressed she is and how she likes what she has going now with the Seven but her mom wins ofc because she’s a Mom and also a master tactician with a deft hand for loving mom guilt. On the way to school her bros (who include a gunslinger and an eldritch knight cause they run the whole gamut of fighter classes) Facetime her like, “Yikes Ant, heard about what happened with Mom, this is why you don’t fight her lmao.”

Sam Nightingale

This is a heavy one so strap in. 

We check in with Sam who isn’t at her own family’s home but at Penelope’s family home which is off the bat eyebrow raising. It’s an upper middle class house and, on the way down, she has to pass Penelope’s bedroom which is conspicuously empty. Downstairs she’s greeted by Penelope’s human mom Rebecca who she learns is moving out soon because her elf husband is both cheating on her while away in Falinel and starting the divorce process. Sam clearly sees Penelope’s mom as a surrogate mom (for reasons we’ll learn in a second) and goes full ride or die assuring her that her ass is better than the ass of the woman he’s cheating with and offering to help burn his stuff even though drowning is more her specialty (she’s so cool). She also is a little stricken at the thought of Rebecca leaving her in the house alone but Rebecca says she can come with if she wants, she just didn’t want to disrupt her school life.

She also tells Rebecca that her bio-mom called recently which immediately sets Sam off. Through the convo we learn a couple of things:

Sam used to be an actor it seems.

And it seems like she was kicked out of the house after she transitioned or something similar which is why she lives with the Everpetals. 

Now that it’s more “fashionable” to to be trans (her mom’s words, not mine) she wants Sam to talk to her so they can get her back in the game.

Sam is having none of that and tells Rebecca to just delete her mom’s number. Then they have a cathartic session of burning her cheating husband’s shit before Sam leaves in Sebastian--her sentient, seafoam blue, self-driving car with a very hot male voice which I am extremely jealous of. She picks up Zelda on the way to school and they commiserate a little and have a heart to heart about adults and change and how much Zelda wants to body slam Sam’s mom. 

Penny Luckstone 

Penny’s house is a whirlwind of activity and her harried parents get her and her 19 young siblings ready for school (no wonder she’s such a good babysitter). We see where Penny gets her type-A ness from as her mom and dad both have this cheerful but overworked energy of “EVERYTHING IS FINE” like that Good Place sign. Her mom spares a second to tell her that she recently got a letter for The Society of Shadows which is like a super secret rogue college (which her parents assume is legit even though they haven’t heard of it cause they’re Mumple people and also, if you've heard of a rogue school, how good could it really be?) Penny is excited except that it would mean she’d have to move and leave her party. Her mom is like “hey it’s a full ride and there are 20 of you guys so just take that into consideration but it’s ultimately your decision” before she dashes away to get to work because it is always Go Go Go with the Luckstones. She texts Sam for a ride and Sam swings by to grab her. This is not plot relevant but she has a booster seat in the back of Sebastian with her name carved into it and it’s important to me that you know that. 

Katja Cleaver

Next up is Katja who lives in a Richie Rich style mansion and comes from very old money as she is descended from one of the first adventurers in Solace. She is in the barn with Cinnamon and the bugbear farrier they have employed (her name is Gertrude and a farrier is someone who does horseshoes). She eats the same breakfast as Cinnamon (hot dry oats and berries baybee) wo she loves so so dearly. Cinnamon is a magical horse--basically like a Find Steed spell that’s on all the time. She’s modeled the horse in her fave book series--the Babysitter’s Horse of course. Lockwood, the staff’s hobgoblin butler, is also there and they get a fantasy Zoom call from Katja’s dad who is in the middle of the insane 20th level adventurer stuff which he says might make him miss her graduation. She is extremely disappointed but just barely hides it from her dad (who seems to really care despite his not being around). She can’t hide it from the staff or Cinnamon however and Cinnamon offers to give her a ride to school via the scenic route. 

Note: We also learn two sad facts about Katja from the conversation with her dad.

Her mother is Disney Princess dead* and

She wears one half of a friendship necklace and it seems like she’s waiting for someone to give the other half to. It’s implied earlier that the way Penelope got her was by promising to be her best friend. Sad!

*Edit: Well, she’s gone and we’ll leave it at that until next recap. 

Ostentatia Wallace

Ostentatia wakes up and goes downstairs to have a very high energy in both directions interaction with her very fantasy-Italian mom and grandma. Her grandma is concerned her beard isn’t coming in--not knowing she shaves it on purpose which her mom is like, “Listen it’s fine but don’t tell grandma it’ll kill her.” She clocks very quickly that her dad isn’t there and his mithril working tools are gone. Her mom tries to play it off but she knows she’s being lied to and her mom relents. Her dad is at a meeting with the other workers of the shut down mithril factory and negotiations have ceased. It looks like he’s gonna be long term out of work. That explains where her dad is but not why the tools are missing. She decides to go do some investigating on her own and ambushes her dad in his car where, with the inaugural nat 20 of the season, she realizes he pawned his tools to get her 5 revivify diamonds. She's upset by this and he’s upset that she’s, in his eyes, questioning his ability to take care of his family. She’s like, alright, you did a thing for me, I’ll do a thing for you and she casts Animate Object to make his stuff steal itself back in a sequence that involves an animated crowbar using another crowbar which is just wild.

Danielle Barkstock

I’m gonna be real, Danielle’s life is exactly how you assume it is based on Who She Is As A Person so this one will be real short. Eco-friendly off the grid geodesic yurt. One super chill peace and love elf sorc mom and one rough and tough human ranger mom. She also knows and helps the Cubbies with their anarchist machinations because yeah, duh. She gets some messages from school on her crystal--one being a message from the principal saying that she and the rest of her party have first period off to meet with him and the other being a newsletter from the school showing, among other things, a photo of the Druid class doing a project but she’s not in it for some reason. She texts one of the other druids to see if she can figure out why she wasn’t invited but fully gets left on read. Brutal. Of course, she hasn’t messaged that person in 6-8 months so maybe that’s why.

Anyway, with that, all seven of our maidens make it to school and are all exuberant to see each other in a very teen girl way before getting to the principal’s office and learning that their party will be broken up at the year! 

Bad!

Superlatives 

I wanted to do something a little different for these recaps than the Bad Kid ones so instead of Honor Roll/Detention we are doing Superlatives and the inaugural one goes to...

Sam: Most Like To Survive a Horror Movie

Man she woke up chained in a ritual magic circle and she was Ready To Go Immediately. You will not catch this girl doing horror movie victim BS like exploring the spooky house or giving the creepy obvious ghost the time of day. She is hyper-competent and her goal is making it out alive and dragging her friends with her. Love her.  

Random Thoughts

The season immediately starts with a bang or I should say a bing with Izzy trying to say “bling bang” and accidentally saying, “bling bing” and immediately getting roasted by everyone. I love the authentic girl group vibes (which include everyone clowning on her then immediately hyping up Zelda to the max after being way more awkward). 

Handshake meme with Danielle and Moonshine from Naddpod. Also, Cinnamon and Horse from Centaurworld. 

I love that Rekha and Erika just straight up were like, “Our characters are Asian”. Like obviously, make your characters Asian coded in your fantasy world--all my D&D characters are black like me--but it’s funny that they completely disregarded the, “There’s no Asia in this world so I guess they’re this world’s equivalent to--” Nah just, “I’m a half-elf and I’m Asian.” You love to see it. 

I absolutely LOVE the choices the cast made to flesh out their characters based on the little info Brennan had about them, none moreso than rich horse girl Katja. Rekha is a genius. 

“I only want one thing and he’s working” KATJAAAAAAA

Man if I was in that flashback I would have been wilding out so much with my flashback plot armor. 

I appreciate that the first thing that Aabria has Antiope do is extremely uncool. I love it when players aren’t concerned about just being cool and on point all the time. Sometimes (read: often) that’s the less interesting choice. 

But on the exact opposite side, she’s a ranger and an arcane archer which I think is extremely cool. Lmao also I didn’t mention in the recap but she HATES dragons now which, understandable. I’m guessing they're her favored enemy. 

I can’t wait to see another group of kids interact w/ madman Aguefort. 

Also, as a known Aelwyn-stan, I am very excited for the possibility of the Seven interacting with her cause as much as I love her they are under no obligation to acknowledge her redemption arc and I would love to see them throw hands. 

I love the Greek myth naming scheme of Antiope’s extremely cool family as with her on the spot nickname “L-Cab” short for long caboose since she’s the youngest by a mile. 

Also this is out of character not in character but Sephie is an extremely cool nickname for Persephone. 

I wonder why Brennan didn’t let Sam read the Primordial in the cave. He just glossed right past her saying that she speaks it and she didn’t push it. Would it have solved his entire plot in the span of a flashback or was he just keeping things moving?

Sidenote, if I was married to an elf man and worried about aging like Rebecca, I would simply become a druid (or a monk or up my wizard levels so I could learn True Polymorph or Wish or something). 

I wonder what the deal with Ending is. She seemed relatively sincere in the mirror but that doesn’t mean anything. She could be sincere and also Very Bad News. 

There is an offhand comment by Brennan about how the dwarf forge god gives spells but doesn’t talk to his followers which I think means that Ostentatia is gonna be getting a direct god call soon enough. 

Also she mentions that her dad is doing some criminal activity on the side which seems like a Problem for later. Honestly all of the kids have some pretty rich parent drama happening which should be interesting to see explored. 

No nat 1s this ep and 1 nat 20 as I mention from Ostentatia. 

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #the seven #fantasy high spoilers #dimension 20 spoilers

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

Okay but imagine Stevie [accidentally] interrupting Harry’s zoom interview !! She would literally steal the show

i love this concept SO much :) hope you like!

ALSO: i need ideas for what Harry would want to name his son! send in your ideas, i’d love any input!

stole the show

warnings: none

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Stevie knew. You had told her, multiple times. Never go in daddy’s office when his door is closed. This didn’t happen often; Harry usually left everything wide open. He said it helped his creative process, being able to see his favorite girls. He only closed the door when he had an important meeting that couldn’t be interrupted.

So you told her, over and over again. You were very patient with her. She was only two, after all. You reminded her every time you saw Harry closing his door, just in case.

Of course, two year olds often have a very selective memory. There had been more than one occasion when you had scooped her up just before she turned the doorknob. You wondered if she did it on purpose to get a reaction out of you, or if she really just wanted to see her dad. It was probably a mixture of both. It wasn’t like Harry deprived her of attention. She got to be with him almost all the time, playing and giggling and singing. Apparently, she didn’t like when he wasn’t immediately at her disposal. To be fair, neither did you, so you had a guess where she got that from.

Still, she was usually pretty good about it. You usually managed to keep her distracted with other things while Harry was locked away, doing interviews and whatnot. For some reason, though, she was extra fidgety today.

“Where’s daddy?” She whined, pulling on your shirt.

“He’s working, bug,” you leaned down to pick her up, settling her on your hip. “He can come play soon.”

“Play now,” she pouted.

“He can’t play right now, but he can soon! Why don’t we make some pizza for supper while we wait?”

“No,” she said stubbornly. “I want daddy.”

“I know, but he can’t come out right now,” you said, trying to think of some way to entertain her.

“How bout this, bug? Let’s make some Mac ‘n Cheese!”

She kept the stubborn pout on her face, not wanting to give in too soon.

“Ok,” she finally agreed, squirming for you to let her down.

“Can you find the strainer for me?”

She nodded excitedly, running to the kitchen. You followed quickly when you heard her clanging things around, not wanting her to make too big of a mess.

“Here it is!” She held the strainer up above her head, looking very proud of herself.

“Thank you very much!”

“You’re welcome very much!”

You laughed, lifting her up to set the bowl in the sink. She climbed up on her step stool, turning on the tap to fill the pot with water and spilling it all over herself in the process.

“Oh, lovely,” you sighed, looking at her now soaking shirt. “How about we go get a new shirt so you don’t have to wear that wet one?”

“The noodles!” She protested, wanting to help with every step.

“You can help with the noodles, I promise. We have to wait for the water to boil first, remember? We have to see the bubbles before the noodles can go in.”

“First the bubbles, then the noodles,” she nodded.

“Exactly! I bet if we go really fast, we can get you a dry shirt before the bubbles come.”

“No, I do it by myself,” she said, crossing her arms.

“Ok, you can do it by yourself,” you agreed. “If you need help-“

“I don’t!” She called, already running across the room.

You smiled, shaking your head at how independent she was.

-----

Harry nodded, leaning toward his laptop as the interviewer spoke.

“Yeah, so I think that was one of the biggest things about this. We were so focused about getting everything-“ he cut himself off when he heard Stevie’s footsteps pattering quickly down the hall. He smiled to himself before continuing. “Uh, sorry, getting everything perfect. We actually scrapped quite a lot of material, just because I kind of had that “it’s good, but it could be better” feeling. My team’s probably really annoyed with me right now,” he laughed.

“No, they would never!” The interviewer, John, said in mock surprise, laughing with him. “What do you think was your favorite part of this process?”

“Honestly? I really loved showing it to Y/N and my daughter. Their reactions are always so beautiful to see, even though Stevie usually has no idea what’s going on,” he laughed. “She’s excited because I’m excited.”

“Aw, and that’s always so precious to see! What did Y/N think?”

“She was really great about it, as always. She’s been incredibly supportive through this entire experience, even though it’s been a little bit hard for us, with raising a two year old and all. She’s truly too good to me,” he smiled, blushing a bit. “I just really love having something I’m so proud of, that I’ve put so much work into, and getting to show that to two people I love. It’s an incredible experience.”

“I’m sure! So what would you say was the most difficult part of this whole thing?”

“Oh boy,” he said, sighing jokingly. “How much time do you have?” He laughed, running a hand through his hair. “But more seriously, I think the worst thing for me was having to spend so much time away from my family. There are days when nothing is working, stuff just isn’t flowing, and you just want to go home and see the people you love. It’s very frustrating, not being able to be with them whenever you want.”

He looked up again when he heard crashing noises coming from Stevie’s room, but focused his attention back on the screen when John spoke again.

“Speaking of family, how are they doing? Your daughter just had a birthday, didn’t she?”

“Yeah, she did,” he said, beaming. “She’s two now.”

“Oh, and that’s always a fun age!” John said, laughing. “Good luck with that.”

“No, she’s an angel,” Harry said, still smiling. “We’re a little-“

He was interrupted when the door slammed open and his little angel burst into the room. She ran straight to him, not hesitating to jump right into his lap.

“Hello there,” he said, laughing in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“I want to play,” she said, whining into his shoulder. “Mommy’s cooking.”

“Well, doesn’t she need help?” Harry said, noticing her shirt was soaked through. Maybe Stevie had done enough helping already.

“No,” she said stubbornly, latching her arms around his neck. “I stay here.”

“Alright then,” he laughed, turning his chair around to face his laptop again. “Sorry for the interruption, I’m back now. And this is Stevie,” he turned her around to sit against him, looking shyly at the interviewer. “Can you say hi, Stevie?”

She smiled, waving her small hand.

“Hi Stevie! It’s nice to meet you!” John said, smiling.

“Hi,” she said in a small voice, tiling her head to look up at Harry. “Daddy, who is that?” she whispered loudly.

“His name is John, love,” he laughed.

“So Stevie, I heard you just turned two?” John asked.

“Yeah!” She said excitedly, warming up to him already. “With balloons!”

“You had balloons? That’s so cool!” He said, instantly matching her energy and striking up a conversation.

-----

It was quiet. Maybe... too quiet. It was never good when a two year old was silent. You started getting worried about what Stevie had gotten into and decided to go find her.

You didn’t find her in her room, meaning she was probably somewhere else in the house, making a huge mess.

“Stevie!” You called. “Where’d you go?”

Then you heard her, chatting excitedly. This wasn’t too strange; she frequently talked to her stuffed animals and dolls like they were real people. You didn’t, however, usually hear someone talking back to her. You sighed when you pinpointed where her voice was coming from.

You turned around, making your way to Harry’s office. You cautiously opened the door, looking in to see Stevie perched on his lap and talking animatedly to his laptop.

“Sorry about that, she slipped away from me,” you said, smiling as you lifted her off of him.

“Not a problem, love, we were having a great time,” he laughed. “Stevie made a new friend!”

“Yeah?” You looked at her. She nodded happily.

“Bye John!” She yelled, waving at the screen as you carried her out of the room.

-----

Harry came up behind you, putting his arms around you as you stirred the pasta in the pot.

“Sorry again she interrupted you, she’s very sneaky,” you laughed.

“Yeah, she totally stole the show,” he said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I’m going to lose my job if she keeps this up.”

“Yeah, totally, I mean, who wants to talk to you when they could have Stevie?”

“Precisely,” he smiled. “I think she’s cuter than me.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. It’s pretty close. I think it’s a tie.”

#Harry Styles #harry styles/reader #harry styles/you #harry styles/reader fanfiction #harry styles/you fanfiction #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you fanfiction #harry styles x reader fanfiction #one direction #one direction fanfiction #stevie #stevie fics #dad!harry

[princesssarcastia]

2021 Harry Potter Fanfic Primer

im here to point fingers at the incredible authors that have enabled my new interest in HP content.  im still conflicted and upset about it, tbh, but for now we’re leaning into the curve.  we’re getting out our shovel and finding out just how deep we can make the hole we’re in.  hand in unlovable hand my beloved <3.  anyway, these fics are wonderful, their authors are wonderful, and you should go read their stuff. if there’s a star next to it that means im losing my mind over it and always will be.

Creatively Maladjusted, by elumish on AO3, 101k  (they also have a wonderful writing advice blog on tumblr, @elumish, which I recommend following if you are a writer) 

A very excellent re-telling of harry’s first year at hogwarts if he were sorted into Slytherin, plus some more not!fic or piecemeal re-tellings of his second and part of his third year.  Harry, in this, has a slightly different trauma response to growing up with the Dursley’s.  He’s a bit quieter, and the signs are a bit more obvious to the people around him, and I enjoyed that immensely. 

Honestly, if you’re going to get sucked into something you have absolutely no business getting sucked into, elumish is the way to go, their fic is incredible. their teen wolf fic is also immaculate, if you’re so inclined. 

Dissonance, by ImpishTubist on AO3, 2.5k (@impishtubist on tumblr)

Set during fifth year.  Oblivious!Harry has always been a delightful trope when well executed, and this is well executed.  Plus, some angst between Remus and Harry over what Umbridge has been doing to him.

I would certainly recommend a lot of ImpishTubist’s other hp work on AO3, like Lacuna.

blow us all away, by rexcorvidae on AO3, 23k (@rexcorvidae on tumblr)

In progress (like, updated last week in progress).  Currently in the beginning of Harry’s first year.  Fem!Harry, Indian!Harry.  Hagrid puts Harry in touch with Remus when she has questions about her parents, and they become reluctant, traumatized, angst-ridden pen pals who keep missing each other’s true intentions like ships in the night.  hot DAMN do I love this fic.  there’s hints of the way the dursley’s treat Harry peaking through in her letters, and I appreciated the attention to “hmm, her experience as a girl of indian descent in britain under the thumb of a bunch of white people who like being Normal may not have been gucci”

Definitely comb through the rest of their HP fic, too, I may or may not have gone feral over it.

Where the Heart is, by silver_fish on AO3, 15k (@kohakhearts on tumblr)

Woof.  This one said, “hey, harry was probably SUPER depressed in the summer after fifth year.  like, clinically.  maybe someone should do something about that.”  Fuck yeah.  Then this one said, “that someone was Snape.”  You all know my opinions on Snape; generally, Bad.  But damn if this fic didn’t wholly convince me by the end of it.  I thought it was a very realistic way for Snape to start seeing Harry as a person all on his own, and not a proxy for Snape’s angst over James and Lily, respectively.  The angst is wonderful, the ending is even more so.

*bernie sanders voice* I am once again asking you to read through the rest of the author’s HP fic.  a lot of them have similar themes; there’s actually a great one with Molly that i’m not reccing here, Wonder.

☆Bindings, Bindings, by Quietlemonhush on AO3, 60k (@quietlemonhush on tumblr)

WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS TO YOU HOW MUCH I ENJOYED/AM ENJOYING THIS.  If I had to pick a single fic and say “you, it’s your fault I’m stuck here,” it would be this one.  Anyway Lily in the afterlife is So Very Angry about how Petunia is treating Harry, and how Sirius is rotting in Azkaban, and how Remus is alone, that she literally brings herself back to life and drags James and Regulus with her.  All three of them are there to chew bubblegum and fix everything that went wrong after they died—and would you look at that, they’re all out of bubblegum!  There’s only Fury left.  That inciting premise is very crack, but every moment after that is very much not crack.  Lily and James love harry more than anything, the way a child should be loved; James and Sirius have the epic friendship of a lifetime; Sirius and Remus have staggering amounts of resolved sexual tension and take turns keeping each other in check; Regulus, though he realized that Voldemort and his family were shit before he died, is still unlearning all his racist bullshit and, also, years of trauma.  Actually, they’re all traumatized, but hey: now they have one another again and not a damn one of them seems inclined to let go anytime soon.  Quietlemonhush went, “hey, HP has a lot of Awful people in it, and a lot of Righteous people in it, and many of them are Very, Very Powerful; also, love is the most powerful force in the universe” and i said “hell yes tell me more right now.”  And then they did!

Quietlemonhush writes Sirius/Remus in a way that makes it sooo much fun to devour, so the rest of their HP fic is most certainly worth a look, if that’s your thing.

Rebuilding, by Colubrina on AO3, 113k (@colubrina on tumblr)

Hermione/Draco (*shrug emojis into the abyss* yeah, yeah, like none of us have ever been there before).  Takes place during Hogwarts 8th year, and while the beginning is, IMO, a little unfair to Ron, it gets much better.  Tells the story of Hermione and Draco clearing the air, learning to like each other, having some hormones over each other, and then falling in love.  Also tells the story of Hermione and Theo Nott becoming friends; the story of how every single 7th and 8th year student is fucked to hell by the war and the Carrows; the story of how they start an emotional support group about it and all become friends; and the story of, what the hell do you do with yourself after that kind of trauma?

I’ve been dipping in and out of Colubrina’s HP since before I was even on tumblr; I actually found them in those dark yesteryears when the only fandom interactions I had were on fanfiction.net.  Of such fame as Green Girl, which is an HP fic staple, and has also written a lot of wackier, crackier, and darker things than that.  If you don’t take yourself too seriously, I highly recommend many of their big HP works, though I imagine it’ll press some people’s buttons.  Colubrina’s work really does take up a corner of my mind whenever I’m in an HP mood, and will take up yours if you let it.

☆ all waiting is long, by shuofthewind on AO3, 149k ( @shu-of-the-wind on tumblr)

This is so well written that I can’t stop thinking about it.  It is occupying my mind when I lie awake at night, you know?  It’s one of those.  Hermione messes with something she probably shouldn’t have in Grimmauld Place, so when Sirius is sent through the Veil in the Department of Mysteries, she gets thrust into an alternate universe...in 1975.  Instead of handwaving it away, shuofthewind actually gets into the mechanics of it in a way that makes sense, to emphasize that hermione is never going home.  ever. The world she finds herself is shifted slightly to the left, quite a bit darker, but in a “the author is treating the idea of a society-wide conflict over blood purity much more seriously than JKR ever did” way, not a sensationalist way.  Now, Hermione has to grapple with all her grief at losing everyone she’s ever loved or known, the moral/ethical/magical implications of sharing what she knows about her future in an alternate world, and, you know, a goddamn war with people who want to murder her for being who she is.  This Hermione is smart, and she’s kind, and she’s powerful, and she’s making real friends.  If you hate JKR’s guts I’d go read this right now, because it delivers in all the ways she failed us.  It’s plotty, its got great world-building, and it pulls back the white curtain on the wizarding world to show you that, like real life, it’s multicultural and full of queer people...and the discrimination that comes with both.

shuofthewind write epics, mainly for the MCU, and I’ve read some of them a looooong time ago, so this fic kinda seemed out of left field for me but im SOOOO GLAD it exists.  If you want MCU fic you can sink your teeth into, go for it, but alas, they do not have any more HP fic (.......yet?)

Speak Now [+] Listen Now, by mrsfrizzle on AO3, 33k altogether

Harry reaches out to Remus for support because Umbridge is getting to him with her literal torture.  Remus, being a former professor, former mandatory reporter, person who loves Harry and has since he was born, and all around good man, tells Harry he has to tell someone, or Remus will.  It’s everything any adult looking back on that time in HP canon ever wanted, which is for an actual adult to say “what the fuck, those are literal chidlren” and then do something about it.  Then, a far more dangerous task: Harry trusts Remus enough to go to him about the Dursleys.  Harry and Remus’ relationship develops SO WELL, and there’s a bit of exploration about how Sirius may not exactly be guardian material, because he did in fact spend 12 years of his life getting tortured instead of growing up.  I think I’m actually going to go reread this right now, because it speaks to my id.

they do have some other HP fic which did not appeal to my hyperspecific wants, but may appeal to some of yours.  I think they’re also a published author, there should be a link on their profile page.

chase the stars, by Duskglass on AO3, 101k (@felix-duskglass on tumblr)

When Harry is five years old, a picture of him ends up in the Daily Prophet, and Sirius Black, Terror of Ministry Officials Touring Azkaban everywhere, gets a hold of that issue.  He then, in order: breaks out of Azkaban; crosses the countryside to Surrey; Finds Harry: Kidnaps Harry; Breaks Into Remus’ Apartment; starts processing (or maybe just acknowledging) his trauma from Azkaban, the war, and his childhood; and pines after Remus.  It’s a little plotty, and deals a lot (sometimes through flashbacks) with the specific awful things that happened to Sirius—largely because, after years in the constant presence of Dementors, those are nearly literally the only memories he has left.  It’s a wonder he’s got the strength to love Harry and Remus at all.  But then, maybe it isn’t.

This is a Very Serious Fic, but the rest of Duskglass’s HP work is actually just cracky enough to tickle your funny-bone, while still making you think “okay but why couldn’t we have done that in the first place.”

So!  That’s it for recs, for now.  These are all things I’ve found and read in the last month; if any of y’all are interested in my old HP recs, let me know and I can make a post for that, too.  While I’m still very conflicted about my choice of current fandom, I am not in ANY way conflicted about my taste in fic and authors.  Send these guys some love, read their fic if you’re so inclined, and leave some nice comments at the end of it.

#harry potter #hp #fic recs #hp fic #to the authors: if for some reason you don't want to be on this list #let me know and i'll be happy to take your part down #tho i'm hoping you're fine with it because i want other people to read this stuff #and then cry about it with me #harry potter fic #harry potter fic recs

[pen-observing]

I finished my fic with this theme and I did the brothers reacting to this. So how could I, an undatables enthusiast, not make this? It took a while but it’s here. Some brain cells were involved in the making of this post,,,, I guess?

MASTERLIST

How the undatables react/pursue you after Diavolo cheats on you while married

Diavolo:

Why is he here? Well you see-- why not

In the human world some believe that the ultimate proof of love is giving the cheater another chance, fighting to salvage a relationship

In all honesty, Diavolo never expects that from you, nor does he hope such a thing can happen

He curses himself for a momentary weakness. A prince, a ruler, so easily swayed and influence does not carry any nobility or respect

He may be the most influential, the most powerful- but he starts seeing himself as weak

He hides away from his thoughts in work, in new holidays, in friendships and partnerships and in excuses

He tries not to give those thoughts space to grow

But, the damage has been done

Diavolo’s worst enemy and worst critic, the one who judges him the most is himself

He knows that with this one deed (some may call it a momentary lapse in judgement) he has undone all the work it took years to build

He knows that falling into temptation is the biggest mistake he has ever made; especially because he cannot bear to have you hate him when he loves you so much

Diavolo has no guts to admit that after what he did, he believes he has no right to claim it face-to-face

So, he randomly visits Lucifer to see you, ask about you. He tasks Barbatos with keeping you safe. Little Ds are ordered to make your life easier without being noticed

Because of what happened, he doubts that he deserves the place and title of a King

And, you notice that the most- in the smiles, in the speeches, in the doubt and guilt that radiates off from him

The only way to salvage this and get back together lies with you. If you, after so much time can forgive but not forget. If you can wish to grow into a union once more.  

He goes along with your wish for divorce just as quickly as he goes for your wish of reconciliation.  

He does not force you, he respects whatever you decide.

Barbatos:

Probably the one which would provide the most material for gossip and speculation, in theory

In practice, it’s like a 500k slow burn romance

Here is why; Barbatos is a man of duty and loyalty to the person that hurt you. He finds no amusement in being the center of gossip nor does he wish for you to go through the dirt. Devildom is such a cruel place, you cannot even imagine what could come your way if the relationship was established early on.

Besides, it is even hard for you to not have Barbatos remind you of Diavolo once the relationship first breaks

Babratos gives you time to heal and move on before he does anything which can show his romantic interest

He knows how charming you are, he knows your habits and he knows that he must be patient before a true connection can be established

So, how does it happen? Well, after healing from Diavolo you naturally, through fate or the wonder of time, need to spend some time in the same circle

Obligations, work and friendships bring you together in a weird way

The balls and parties are something you must attend and because Barbatos knows you, he knows just what you like

The perfect place for you to sit which is neither too warm nor too hot, a place far away from people you do not like in their world but close enough so that you do not miss anything important or fun. For some reason, it always smells like your favorite scent too

The perfect place, the perfect tea, the delicious food with small hidden notes which do not give away his intention but do show his affection  

It just grows more and more unbearable  

The lingering stares, the short but warm goodbyes, the way his hands just brush against yours for a moment longer than usual when he takes your coat

It creates a magical attraction inside that long game, which, as expected, Barbatos is better at than you

You try to find him alone and, in those moments; inside the kitchen or under the stairs while everyone is far away dancing, it becomes just the world of you two

His tone is warmer, he is more direct. You sometimes, inside such short pauses, are able to exchange warmth. In conversations, in the longing looks, in the way his hand holds yours. In the way he gently takes your wrist, puts his hand on the small of your back to guide you back inside a world which is overabundant in fancy but doesn’t feel meaningful without him in it

Sometimes, it can even hold a soft kiss

But, it becomes torture. Enough is enough. His privacy starts to seem like secrecy to you for all the wrong reasons. As a human, you aren’t patient enough to wait 4 years until something, anything happens  

So, you seek him out at the next party. They’re too rare in your opinion now. You seek him out and find him on the stairs as he goes to complete another task.

Bravery or foolishness, it does not matter which of the two makes you stop him. Makes you ask him; when? When will this secrecy end?

In reality, it doesn’t really matter. He would probably kabedon you on the stairs (as a true gentleman! don’t get it twisted!)

He holds time itself in his hands and yet you asked him.  

He whispers: “All in good time, my love. All in good time.”  

And leaves you like that.

So, what is the good time?  

It is already the point where you forgot about Diavolo but; has Diavolo forgotten about you?

That is what Barbatos waits for. He sees no need to ask his lord such a thing. Diavolo notices it himself. How could he not? Diavolo also knows that he does not love you anymore.

So, the next time Diavolo comes to the kitchen and sees your favorite tea (the one he never drinks) he gives Barbatos the permission, the freedom to go pursue you.  

After all, it is time.

Simeon:

The most empathic out of everyone.  

The best choice even

Why? With him, you would only feel compassion and care.

Gentleness.  

There is no drama that could follow you when you turn to him.

He has not sworn loyalty to Diavolo. He is not his partner. He lives in a completely different realm.  

It is really the exact change that you need. At first, it seems so odd because you are used to a completely different world but; it is comfort. It is care. It is everything that helps you heal

In truth, Simeon’s instinct gravitates towards that. It gravitates towards making sure that you heal in all aspects. Physically, emotionally- most importantly- your soul should shine like it used to

After you start that process it brings long conversations where you two ponder over what it means to live and love. You discuss theories and opinions. Simeon has loved longer than you, he has seen countless love stories- he even wrote some.

This process can even inspire him to flesh out a new character

In actuality, Simeon warned both Diavolo and you with masqueraded words about what marriage truly means before you got married

So now, he doesn’t say ‘I told you so’ or ‘Why didn’t you listen to me’. He just hopes that you won’t grow to hate the whole institution and tradition that marriage is

And honestly? Simeon shows you unrequited love so, how could you ever think that with him?

Here, you will be the first to realize your emotions and you will probably need to act on them first as well

Solomon:

He is somewhere in the human world, inside a secret room of an abandoned castle just thinking of new spells when he gets a text from Asmo about what happened

Dramatic as fuck gasp while his potion drops to the floor and now the floor is pink

Solomon, with all the years that he has been alive, with all the pacts and mistakes he has made- still is more human than the rest of them

This does not mean that he will be the best at comforting you but he already packed the most important things to go and see you. Is that not enough to show immediate care?

Instead of comforting you by himself he spends time in the House of Lamantation, working with the rest of the brothers  

Time has passed, you both have changed so it takes a bit for him to get familiar with you again and to work out your habits

Probably tries to joke like: “Even if that red tree branch offered me to make a pact with him I would refuse for your sake.”

It shows that, despite all the flaws and morally gray actions, he stands on your side- not his

But, life inside that house has to move on. He can’t really stay calm and tied down to it for months and as he is preparing for his next trip- he asks you to go with him

It is a true change of pace. You will experience new things you never dreamed of. He can teach you magic. He can show you places in the human world full of it

He promises to make sure that you are safe

So you set off with him

It is a grand adventure. It holds both comfort and new things that only make you grow.  

It holds his teasing as well but he never lets anything bad happen to you

He realizes his affections before you but you are so busy taking in the world’s wonders that he keeps them a secret for just a while longer because you are so excited. Your eyes shine and he just knows you have new stories to remember and uncover at the same time

You don’t realize yours until Solomon makes it clear to you, in a sly way.

You stand outside of enchanted ruins. The sky is bright blue with pink lines. Solomon says: “And who would have thought that one of the most powerful witches got cheated on by the man who allegedly enchanted this ruin when he was young? Hmm?~”

And really, who would? You realize then how that did not even cross your mind. How could it? Here you are with Solomon on another adventure that sparked more love as the sky dances for your new story.

Luke:

Has it been years since you got married? Yes

Has Luke grown to love demons? Absolutely not. Are you kidding me?

He throws his little hat to the ground when he finds out

Never trust their kind.  That's what he says

Sure Diavolo had a noble goal once but after this? Once Luke’s good opinion is lost it is lost forever

Baby is very dramatic about the whole thing

How dare that evil creature hurt you? Luke was teary eyed at your wedding and he is teary eyed the next time he sees you  

But

He tries his best. He really does.

He doesn’t have wisdom like Simeon. But he asks him for advice.  

Best believe the only way Diavolo will taste one of his treats again is if Luke yeets it in his face 

Firstly, tumblr better fix their tags because it is unbearable! Now you may ask; yooo why is Barbatos’ so long? Cus thats my boo and he is the main reason I decided to write these reactions in general

#obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #mc #obey me undatables #reader #luke is platonic obviously