#with the whole 'the potion is gross' moment

[kenniilovesthethicc]

Recently, I've been thinking a lot about "Chow Down," from the Lion King Broadway show. Specifically, Ruggie singing some of the lyrics from it.

Here is a little funny fic about this concept

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Having a boyfriend that was taller than you had many benefits. Getting things from the top shelf, carrying you, resting his head on your shoulder; all very good. However, things got a whole lot more... spooky, whenever you were only a few inches tall while he was 5'7" and a carnivore.

You'd been dating Ruggie for some time now since having to sleepover at Savanaclaw when getting evicted by Azul and his goons. The darling boy would help cook with you, "find," (steal) little trinkets for you he couldn't afford, and those kisses he'd pepper on your cheek always left you feeling warm. Time passed on and you had forgotten his dangerous aspects. It all changed with a potion.

"Greeeaaat, just what I needed: shrink juice spilled on me," you complain as you attempt to clean up a spillage at your work desk. It had been a simple homework for potions, just using a shrink potion to compel a flower's petals to get smaller. As this mixture was intended for plants, it was dropped on using a pipette quite delicately. However, your clumsy ass spilled it on yourself, half the damn bottle. Cool, cool, this is just fine.

In moments, you magically POOF into pipsqueak form, landing on the desk itself next to the flower's vase. Ruggie, having heard commotion, came into the room to scope things out.

"Babe, you good in here? I heard something-" he takes a few good sniffs, turning to look directly at you, "...spill." He rushed over, eyes wide at what he was looking at. "You got a shrinking potion on yourself!? Are you ok?" Shyly, you step into view and start mumbling insults about yourself. "Yeah, I'm fine. Not sure how I'm gonna get access to a growth potion in short notice, but fine," you wipe the liquid off of your forehead and flump on the table. Scooping you up, Ruggie uses his bandana to wipe the little bit of droplets off of you since the residue has no more magic. "Well, the only way to find a reversal for that kind of potion would be from Crewel anyways. Looks like you're gonna be my little buddy until midday tomorrow, shishishi!"

GrrrrUUmmbl

"... I think I have juuust the spot to keep you, too ~" he teased, opening his maw ready to swallow you up. Jumping back, you growl in playful anger at him. "Ruggie! I don't wanna be stuck in your stomach for hours and hours.. it gets gross after you eat something and I'm still there..." The hyena pouted, other paw scratching his belly. "C'mooon, lil snack. It's so incredible how you're so rude-" he licks your cheek, "when you're so edible..." he nibbles your arm, "when you are food!"

Leaping from his grasp onto the bed, the chase begins. Your tiny feet gain speed as you dart across the surface, hungry hyena boy teasingly following. In the same silly songlike manner he continues.

"I'm chompin at the bit, baby," as he nearly snags you with his slightly discolored fangs. "My stomach's on the growl," as he rolls onto his back like a housecat toying with a mouse while you climb over his leg to get to the exit. Sliding down the rimming around the stairs, the beast continues his pursuit. Once downstairs, nearly out of breath, you peek into the kitchen when a giant hindpaw stomps next you you. "You've been invited on a date," he sings as he bends down and you're picked up, taken into the dining area. "Handed to me on a plate," as he places you on the same plate he ate a grilled cheese on.

Your heart is racing, eyes wide at the handsome devil who loomed over you. "Be good as gold, for you're as good as carved!" He darkly teases as his claws carefully glide across your belly, not harming you yet the thoughts still flood in. "Here, kitty kitty..." he leans in, whispering right into your whole body. "I'm starved~"

"... WHAT THE HELL WAS ALL THAT ABOUT!?" You yell laugh at the now snickering Ruggie whose tail won't stop wagging. "Who told you songs about eating people make me flustered?? And everything else??" He propped his chin on his arms and looked at you dopily. Truly, he didn't know where that performance came from. He did know, however, that it certainly got you all red in the face so whatever he did, worked. "Ehh, just an impulse I guess. While you do look tasty right now, I haven't had dinner yet and you still gotta munch too. Howabout after I make us some chicken sliders you rest up in me? It won't be thaaat mushy inside~"

..

So now, you are tucked away in Ruggie's full, chicken sandwiched tummy for the night. It'll be hell explaining this situation to professor Crewel tomorrow, but for now, life is simply gorgling beast-twink belly.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ruggie bucchi #sfw vore #twst vore #ruggie x reader #hungry hyena #light fearplay #hard vore implied if you squint

[pe0ple3ater]

heyyyy remember that break I talked about? Well..

I saw some discourse about people denying that Felps watched Cell eat Pac's leg, and I got to wondering why we would EVER deny something so wonderful. So Felps seems more innocent? He's not, he help Cell the whole time he was locked up? He was buddy buddy with him, maybe it was out of fear but he still did it. We can know that Felps watched, and understand that he hated it. These two realities can exist together.

Anyway, Felps watches Cell eat Pac's leg under the cut. Not NSFW, but gory and gross if you're into that :3

Felps knows it's fucked up.

Cell is bent between Pac's legs, teeth ripping through skin and muscle and fat. Licking and slurping at the blood spurting and oozing from the wounds covering Pac's leg. Pac's not screaming, the weakness potion Felps had smuggled for Cell keeping him pliant and subdued. Felps' assistance making this easy for Cell.

Felps shouldn't look, he knows he shouldn't watch. It's sick, the kind of disgusting that will haunt his dreams forever. There's blood everywhere, Cell's claws are digging into Pac's other thigh to keep him down, he's purring like a motor boat. All of these things Felps sees in sharp detail, burning onto the back of his eyelids. The savage way Cell rips into flesh and pulls.

Felps swallows and his saliva taste like blood.

Cell laughs, high pitched and manic. He pulls himself up Pac's body and cups his face with bloody hands. Call gazes down at Pac with an almost loving look on his face, and his thumbs brush very gently under Pac's wide eyes. Cell leans down and licks the tears streaming down Pac's cheeks, runs his hand softly through Pac's hair. He handles Pac so lovingly, a stark contrast to the scene as a whole.

They're both covered in blood, pooling under them and soaking into their clothes. Cell's jaw and mouth are drenched, he occasionally flicks his tongue out to lick up the blood. Pac's got his own blood from Cell's hands and mouth smeared across his skin.

Felps' eyes trail down to the leg Cell had been eating, it's a mangled, unrecognizable mess. Chunks of flesh and muscle ripped out, giving way to the stark white of bone. Claw marks cover what skin is left, ruined forever without a doubt. Felps' stomach churns, he's going to vomit but he can't force himself to look away, as if bearing witness to this thing he caused will absolve him of the sins he's committed.

"Me desculpe, querido, eu não queria fazer isso. Você tentou mentir para mim, fugir de mim. Agora você não pode fugir de novo, você é meu" Cell coos, pressing kisses to Pac's slack mouth. Pac sobs and Cell stares down at him, holding his face and caressing his cheeks while Pac's eyes start to fall closed. Cell purrs softly and presses one final kiss to Pac's forehead, and then he smiles. It's wide and genuine, more real than anything Felps has ever seen from him.

Cell stands and his eyes snap to Felps. He laughs at the expression that must be on his face, wrapping his arms around himself and doubling over with the force of it. He grins, teeth stained red, expression open giddy excitement. Felps feels the spell break, he stumbles and vomits against the wall. When he stops, he runs his hand through his hair and tries to catch his breath.

Cell crouches now next to him, he tilts his head and watches Felps for a moment. He keeps his hands to himself and Felps is greatful for it. Cell hums softly and licks the blood from his claws.

"Você vê o que acontece quando você tenta me enganar? Não seja estúpido, Felps. Ligue para alguém, certifique-se de que ele sobreviva" he mumbles between passes of his tongue against his blood slick hands. Cell shoots him one more smile before he stands and stretches. He looks more satisfied than Felps has ever seen him, tail flicking lazily behind him. Cell walks off, leaves Felps with the mangled body, the blood, the weight of his decisions.

Felps shakily pushes himself up, he grabs his walki and counts to sixty in his head. He gives Cell time to get away. He calls for nurses and backup with a numb detachment.

Felps stands and waits, he turns his back and squeezes his eyes closed.

#uhhh #yeah :) #f3lps #cellb!t #or I guess cell #blood and gore #cannibalism #p@c #I don't know if I should censor the names or not #I think it's safer to do so #if this gets no interaction i delete my account #/j #well #peopleeater writes normal thing

[aria-ashryver]

Hey sweets! Any hc’s you can share of Briar and Kaine? 🤭

I absolutely adored seeing your mc edits!! A talented writer, editor and overall wonderful person? You truly know no limits ❤️

aahh thank you so much sunshine!! that's so kind of you to say! 🌻💛lemme slap Briar and Kaine down here so I can look at them while I wrangle my HCs

Briar's defining traits in the early chapters of Kindred is that she is hotheaded and deeeeply mistrustful and suspicious (which made all of the Kaine reveals super fun lol, the whole time, Briar was like "I KNEW IT!!!" 🤬😤😤🔪🚨🙅‍♀️)

But they both recognise the importance of her position as the Anchor in the Windhollow coven, and are working on a few things together, namely:

communication and trust

making each member of the coven feel welcomed and valued

This has landed Kaine in the entirely foreign situation of Playing Happy Families with the Windhollow girls. She knows how important it is to Briar that Maggie and Saf feel welcomed and valued, so there is so much smushy, sappy, gross bonding going on all the time... and Kaine freaking loves it.

Oh, she complains. She says the whole thing is pathetic and disgusting, and she used to be the Mistress of Desire and now she's in the kitchen making Yo Po Mian because she just learned how to make hand pulled noodles from scratch and what a freaking downgrade this is, right? But she's elated the entire time.

It is such a blessing to fall into these simple, domestic routines with the love of her life. It's something Kaine never in a million years thought she'd have, and something she'll protect with every fibre of her being.

Kaine finds she really enjoys cooking. It was something Briar suggested as an easy way to re-establish a link to her past self and the loved ones she lost -- find a few traditional recipes from her hometown in Sichuan province in China and learn to make them from scratch. Then, between the recipes, and helping Penny dry and prepare herbs at the Apothecary for use in potions, Kaine found she loved doing things by hand and wanted to lean in further to traditional food storage and prep methods. So she goes full "make everything by hand" mode -- drying tea leaves, harvesting fruit from their little orchard for wine, fermenting vegetables in water-sealed urns to use in her cooking, grinding spices and drying meats herself. It's all pretty labour intensive, but she finds it extremely therapeutic. Also, like, the world isn't on fire and she actually has time to do that now?

And oh boy, do they have time.

One of Briar's guilty pleasures is "practicing her time magic" every morning when they wake up, purely so she can steal an extra ten minutes snuggled up in bed next to Kaine. She loves resting her head on Kaine's chest, listening to her hard-won, human heartbeat. She'll whisper a very quiet "Good morning, Fang Ziyi", and delight in the tiny smile that crosses Kaine's face before she can hide it.

They don't talk during these little stolen moments. They just hold each other close. Watch each other sometimes, enjoying how peaceful the other ones looks in the light of morning. Kaine loves to run her knuckles along Briar's cheekbone, knowing that, without fail, Briar will turn her head to press a kiss to the back of her hand. She's still getting used to such softness being directed at her. And it keeps melting her heart, year after year.

Oh, and they become dog moms. Kaine adopts a Rottweiler. Gus is far from pleased.

#choices kindred #kaine bell #briar windhollow #tysm for this ask lovely #it was fun to revisit Briar and Kaine's story!! 🌌💜✨

[sansxfuckyou]

The one time it mattered

Summary: Five times Kenny confessed and the one time he didn't

Warnings: swearing, loss of faith, check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: Never written a 5+1 fic before and maybe this was just a little bit ambitious on a time constraint but I managed. Day four was secret/confession, and I chose confession! the K2 comes like, after everything else so feel free to just skip ahead. so I hope ya'll enjoy and if ya do maybe consider dropping a reblog or checking out the Ao3 port

1.

Kennys first crush was on Butters, the adorable and innocent Butters. Almost everyone could see that, they were young as they were when Chef was still around, and still terrible at hiding emotions. At the time Kenny didn't really get how to make a formal confession, or how to do it. He did understand the parts that came well after an established relationship though.

Still, he played plenty of games that put him in all sorts of roles and positions. This is the first time he plans on fully utilizing his role to get what he wants. And what he wants at the time is a kiss from Butters or for Butters to say 'I love you' and mean it. He doesn't do that a lot at home, or school, more focused on taking care of Karen or not dying. But just this once in grade four in South Park elementary, he plans damn well on getting what he wants.

If he has to use his Princess Kenny persona then so be it, he'll use his dress and his 'royal presence' to distract Butters into a kiss.

"Oh god! Princess Kenny is dying!" Came the shrill cry of High Jew Elf Kyle as he watched Princess Kenny go down.

"I got it!" Butters shouted as he ran over to his fallen ally and helped her up.

"Thank you, Paladin Butters," Kenny said as calmly as he could muster as he Butters handed him a cure potion for the bleeding. The same one that he had drank from- Kenny guzzled it in mere moments, "You look magnificent in battle Butters."

"Thank you Princess," Butters said before dashing off to smite some enemies with his hammer of justice.

Kenny sighed dreamily as he watched.

"Kenny block!" Kyle cried out just in time for Kenny to barely avoid the attack.

"Thanks!" Kenny shouted back as Butters returned to his side.

"Let me heal you," Butters said as he walked over to give Kenny a pat on the shoulder.

Kenny grabbed onto Butters, albeit extremely gently so he could escape if he wanted to. Shock played itself on his friends face, "Kiss me Paladin Butters."

An instant and visceral response of 'Gross!' was how Butters reacted, dropping the princess.

Kennys fourth grade mind took it as a devastating rejection. Took it as such to the point that while staying completely in character he ran off crying, one hand keeping his dress from dragging and all. He had a hard time believing he got rejected, they were so close, how much could one little kiss change that? His fourth grade mind just didn't get it.

His fourth grade mind also let him move on in a months time.

2.

Kenny realizes that he's bisexual in grade six when gets a crush on Wendy Testaburger. He previously thought he was just gay. But nope, now he wears a little pin on his shoelaces, blue, purple, and pink. He doesn't wear it with a whole lot of pride because he has too take it off every day after school so his parents won't know he swings both ways. But at school he does wear it and flaunt it a little bit, happy he can sit comfortably with himself despite everything else.

He's forgotten about the horrible rejection of grade four, and him and Butters are just friends anyways. He can see now that it was just juvenile attraction, a foolish puppy crush not to be confused with what he feels for Wendy. The major hurdle when it comes to Wendy is the fact that she's in a rough spot with her on and off relationship with Stan. And as much as Kenny wants Wendy, he likes his friendship with Stan a lot more.

"Hey Stan," Kenny begins with as he sits down next to his friend whose lazily drinking a juicebox.

"Yeah man?" Stan asked in response as he prodded at his vegetable medley.

"How pissed would you be if I hit on Wendys best friend?" Kenny asked nervously, glad that Kyle and Cartman weren't around to hear it.

Stan looked confused, "Go for it, it's not like she's my girlfriend."

Kenny cleared his throat, "And if I hit on Wendy?"

"Dude! Fuck no! She's my girlfriend," Stan said defensively, putting up his hackles and spitting his words.

"Alright, alright," Kenny said as he rolled his eyes, hands thrown up in surrender, "She's all yours."

"At least wait until she's gonna break up with me before you start trying to get her for yourself," Stan said, tossing a juicebox to Kenny who expertly caught it.

-/-/-/-

Stan trudged to school the next day, Kenny meeting him at their lockers. The Marsh looks absolutely wrecked, like he got no hours, or minutes of sleep, the night prior. And that's saying a lot, usually if he goes without much sleep no one can tell that anythings wrong with him.

Kenny placed a hand on his shoulder, "What happened?"

Stan sighed, "Wendy broke up with me Kenny, she's all yours."

"Really?" Kyle asked, trying his hardest not to sound excited.

"Really," Stan echoed back with a nod, "Hope you enjoy her, if she even says yes."

"I have maxed out charisma Stan, it'll work perfectly," Kenny said boldly, bringing a hand to his chest in an eloquent manner.

"Good luck with it," Stan said, "I'm hanging out with Kyle while you make a fool of yourself during seven minutes in heaven."

"There's a game of seven minutes in heaven?" Kenny asked eagerly.

"Yep, drama room at first break, I'm not going," Stan said as he pulled off his outer jacket.

"Well I am, I'll make sure to tell you how much I score," Kyle said as he walked off to his own class, making sure to grab his homework before slamming his locker shut.

-/-/-/-

Kenny idly meandered around the halls as he waited for the bell to ring, he had sneaked out a few minutes early. He just had to get lucky now. The loud and obnoxious ringing of the stupid bell sounded and he was already rushing into the drama room. Most of the girls were already inside, sitting in a circle with a couple of the guys.

Kenny awkwardly wedged himself across from Wendy, sitting in between Clyde and Craig. He crossed one leg over the other.

"Alright, everyone knows the rules of seven minutes in heaven?" Bebe asked as she walked into the center of the circle, holding a glass pop bottle as she spoke.

Everyone nodded along.

"Cool, now," Bebe began as she placed down the bottle in the middle, "We spin!"

The bottle scratched on the hardwood floor as it spun in a perfect rotation. There was meager grinning and chatting as it came to a halt. Bebe drew an imaginary line from the mouth of the bottle to the person it pointed to.

"Contestant number one in this matchmaking game is Kenny!" Bebe exclaimed as she raised one of Kennys arms as though she were a ring announcer. He stood up and grinned a little bit as he was pushed out of the circle, he stood patiently.

She spun the bottle once more and Kenny is practically vibrating as he watched the bottle slow down. This was his best chance, he just had to get lucky. Obscenely, and impossibly lucky, but he's recently placed himself in the anything is possible category. He can die and come back the next day! Getting lucky in a game of seven minutes in heaven is nothing in comparison.

"And the second contestant is Wendy!" Bebe announced as Wendy stood up and walked over to Kennys side.

"Seven minutes," Wendy muttered under her breath as they were led to the closet.

"Have fun," Bebe said in a taunting singsong as she closed the door after them.

Kenny dropped down to the floor, crossing his legs. Wendy sat across from him, knees bent.

"So, Wendy," Kenny begins with, "You dumped Stan?"

"Yes," Wendy said.

"Which means you're up for a brand new a relationship?" Kenny asked, tapping his hand on his knee as he spoke.

Wendy raised a brow although Kenny couldn't see it, "I suppose it does."

Kenny took a bit of a shaky breath, "I'm pretty sure I have a crush on you," 'Pretty sure' what a lie. He was absolutely certain that he did.

"Mood, lot's of guys do," Wendy answered with, "What makes you think I should choose you over Clyde? Or maybe even Damien?"

Kenny couldn't form an answer.

"You're sweet McCormick but you have nothing to bring to the table," Wendy said, she gave a small smile as she spoke, "Maybe next time."

Grade six, drama room closet, first break, is the exact second that Kenny realizes he needs to plan things out if questions are asked.

3.

Kenny has secretly been planning this moment for weeks, the perfect confession to his massive crush. More massive and more important than the last two combined, he's in grade eight now, this one is the winner. He has it all planned out, but he's fully prepared for something to come along and mess it up as well. He has a little speech prepared and enough confidence to kill a horse which is all he needs. Cartmans petty remarks are not part of what he needs but that's what he'll get if Kyle and Stan aren't around.

"Hey Craig!" Kenny called out from across the cafeteria, waving a big to grab the ravenettes attention.

He started on his way over.

"He's not gonna accept your confession man," Cartman said as he inched away from Kenny.

Kenny turned to throw him a smirk, "Jealous I have balls Cartman? Ones that will be sucked without fail?"

"Shut up," Cartman snapped back, "You're lucky that Stan and Kyle aren't here to see your pathetic attempt."

"You won't be either," Kenny said smugly, sticking out his tongue a bit.

Craig sat down across from Kenny, "What is it man?"

"Not a whole lot," Kenny started with as he drummed his fingers on the table, "I was just wondering if you're free for ten minutes after school?"

"I am," Craig said bluntly, taking a forkful of his salisbury steak, "Why does it matter?"

"Meet me where the goths usually sit right after school, they've all come down with a terrible case of the shits, it's fucking tragic," Kenny said, having to repress the grin on his face as he spoke.

Craig gave a single chuckle, "Did Cartmans mom cook for them?"

"Hey!" Was the only venomous exclamation Cartman could get out.

Kenny nodded, "Yeah, the chocolate chicken potpie was too much for them to handle."

"What a shame," Craig said, "Anything else? I told Tweek I'd only be a couple minutes before I go back."

Kenny shook his head, "Nope!"

"See you after school," Craig said as he made his way back to his table.

"Cartman it's gonna be great," Kenny said, taking a bite of the side dish.

Cartman sighed, "Don't say I didn't warn you."

-/-/-/-

Kenny has one flower behind his back, a lupin, as he waits out back for Craig to arrive. He's smiling a little bit as he watches the ravenette come into view and walk on over.

"So Kenny, what did you want to talk about?" Craig asked, tracing Kennys expression.

Kenny cleared his throat before holding out the singular flower, "Craig, I'm deeply enamored and adoring of you. You're one of the coolest fucking people on this planet and I'm lucky that I know you well enough to mostly read your emotions. I, I think you're one of my all time favorite people- more than Cartman, Stan, or even Kyle!"

Craig was silent.

"And with all that being said," Kenny said before taking a steadying breath, "Will you go out with me? Please?"

Craig roughly swallowed, "Kenny me and Tweek went on our first date this weekend."

That punched Kenny in the gut, all he could produce was a lifeless, "What?"

"Yeah, we were gonna tell everyone about it tomorrow during lunch," Craig said stiffly, "I'm so, so sorry."

"That's fine, thanks for letting me know," Kenny answered with to the best of his abilities, "You aren't, you aren't telling anyone right?"

"Fuck no," Craig said, "That'd be a total betrayal of trust and ruin our friendship."

Kenny nodded silently.

"Unless this did," Craig tacked on helpfully.

"No, we can still be friends, probably," Kenny said, "I'm going home."

"Me too," Craig said before turning to leave.

Kennys hands still tightly clutched the stem of the flower.

-/-/-/-

"What do you mean you knew and didn't tell me?!" Kenny snapped at Cartman.

"That's what you get for asking out everyone who says hi like some fucking whore!" Cartman shot back as he pressed a finger to Kennys chest.

"I don't do ask everyone out, formally at least," Kenny defended with in a sputtery manner.

Cartman narrowed his eyes, "Look man, it's gonna start wearing on you and I'd hate to see my best friend down in the dumps over it."

Kenny did nothing, not a nod or a word out of him.

"Wanna watch a shitty movie and eat KFC?" Cartman asked.

Kenny nodded, "Thanks."

4.

Kenny feels a flutter in his stomach when he realizes who it is next, and for once cupid has good timing. That cunt shot his red tipped arrow into Kennys skull a week after Stans most recent breakup, right around the time he's rebounded entirely. They're finishing grade eleven now, almost prom at that, and the McCormick feels a sick satisfaction because he can ask Stan to go to prom if nothing else.

He can plan it out in advance again, watch his good friends love life like a hawk, make sure there's no hangups. He'll have someone say yes! Someone'll accept his confession and he hopes so much that it ends up being Stan instead of anyone else.

He does try to plan it out, he really does, but everything has a way of going to shit for the McCormick.

"Pass another one down!" Kyle called out for only for Craig to hand him a bottle of some local brew.

"Can I have that?" Kenny whined.

Kyle rolled his eyes and handed it over, "Fine."

"Thank you," Kenny said, batting his eyelashes a bit as he spoke. He popped open the bottle and tilted his glass before pouring in that golden liquid once again. This was his third beer, and maybe he was a bit more of a lightweight than he accounted for.

Stan placed down his mug, only the faintest red on his face. By all accounts he was sober, except for the amount of alcohol running through him, and the lack of filter. He pushed out his chair, "I'm heading outside for some fresh air."

"Alright, you do that," Was what he got in response from Cartman who was attempting to stay sober enough to drive. He was failing, but he could still walk straight.

Kenny watched eagerly as Stan left, sipping on his glass of beer the whole while. A small ring of foam was left on his upper lip, "I think I'm gonna do it."

"Don't do it," Cartman warned, heavily aware of what Kenny was referencing as he spoke, "You had a plan."

"I did but last time that fucked me in the ass with a chainsaw," Kenny explained with a shrug, "It's not coming out when I'm sober anyways."

"That's the problem idiot," Cartman muttered, "I'll preorder KFC for your mourning period."

Kenny gave a laugh, "There will be no mourning period this time."

Kyle reached over and swiped his thumb along the foam, wiping it down as best he could, "Don't wanna get beer in your kiss dude."

Kenny instantly froze at the soft, smooth touch. He was shoving it aside again in an instant, "Wish me luck dear friends."

Somehow he got a chorus of 'Good luck!'s on his way out to the sliding door. He wore an all too confident look on his face as he sidled up next to Stan. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill, fresh and green.

"Stan," Kenny begins with boldly.

"Yeah?" Stan answered with.

"I'll give you this crisp twenty dollar bill if you let me kiss you," Kenny said, waving the bill in the air as he spoke. He held it tightly between middle and pointer finger, saccharine grin on his face. He was winning right now.

He studied the slight shifts in Stans expression like he would be tested on it. He waited patiently for a response, he's answered with his twenty dollar bill being snatched away and pocketed. Then it's followed up with a hand at the small of his back tugging him flush against Stan and their lips meeting in a brief instant. That one instant is all he wants though, and maybe he's a bit too drunk to truly appreciate but he still craves it.

Stan releases him, "Thanks for the quick buck."

"Dude I fucking love you," Kenny accidentally said, words coming out in a mush of what he wanted to articulate.

"Real fucking shame," Stan said, leaning against the porch railing.

"You and Wendy hooked up again?" Kenny asked cautiously.

Stan laughed, a beautiful and angelic sound to Kenny, "No, god no. I think she's having an affair with Wendy right now. It's just that I'm shit."

"But you're not," Kenny said blandly, tugging on the syllables just a bit.

"Like, I'm bad at relationships dude. That was a good twenty bucks, but you can't buy your way into wasting your time on me," Stan explained. He tapped his foot on the wooden planks a bit, "Besides, if you're lucky you'll just forget this in the morning."

Kenny was not lucky and he remembered it perfectly when he woke up.

5.

Kenny finds himself holed up in the bathroom at one of his best friends house when the realization of his next accomplice of romance hits him upside the head. Because of course it had to be him, it had too! He almost feels ill to the stomach because he knows exactly what the answer is, he doesn't even want to give himself false hope.

But he does anyways.

Life isn't worth anything if it isn't accompanied by the little lies you can tell yourself.

"Hey dude? You good in there?" Came a rather worried voice from the other side of the bathroom door.

"I'm fine," Kenny answered with as he stood up and unlocked the door. He hesitantly opened it and stepped out.

"So, no KFC or else you're gonna yak?" Cartman asked, Kenny nodded.

"Yeah. Definitely not," Kenny answered with a nervous chuckle.

"Deal breaker man, that's our usual 'Kenny just got rejected' meal," Cartman teased, "We could get something else, I guess."

"Thanks bro," Kenny said with a playful punch to Cartmans shoulder.

How was he gonna go about it this time?

-/-/-/-

He ended up deciding on a letter, a long, well thought out love letter. He knew it was too sappy for Cartman of all people but he also knew he'd just get turned down anyways. Why not do it with a little bit of flare? Have some fun while he's getting rejected for the umpteenth time before he's even done his school education.

He's scrapped at least four rough drafts, looking over the best parts of each and avoiding the really bad parts of the rest. He absolutely wants to die, but Cartman would remember and ask why he died so easily. Stupid curse and it's absolutely garbage ruleset, it really pissed off Kenny at times like this.

He took a deep steadying breath before paper to pen again.

Disclaimer: This letter is entirely seriously. Take each word at face value unless it's clearly part of a metaphor. It isn't a joke. I'm sorry in advance and I'm working on dealing with it.

Maybe that's a little bit too somber for the start, he keeps writing anyways.

Okay, with that disclaimer out the way, I need to say something. Dude I think I like you, I'm know that I do actually, even though you're an awful fucking asshole most of the time. You're just, you can be nice in private if you actually want to and that's pretty fucking endearing. And you've been sitting at my side for each and every single one of my rejections, even back in grade four!

Kenny pauses, maybe grade four is a bit too far back. He's writing in red ink, no going back now.

Look man. Every single time I've had someone reject me, brutally or otherwise, you've been there for me. You've spent entire nights playing shitty video games and eating KFC with me so I can forget and feel better about it. No matter what, and that's impressive if nothing else.

He tightens the grip on his pen a little bit and the side of his hand smudges a bit of the ink.

I already know what the answer is, I think it's helpful to get it out of my system as soon as possible so I don't dwell on it. I already know you're gonna say 'no' and probably call me a stupid homo or a whore cause you do that sometimes.

Sorry in advance, Kenny McCormick.

Before he can dwell on it he folds the paper in half and stuffs it in his pocket before heading out to Cartmans house.

-/-/-/-

"What is it this time? Get rejected by Tweek?" Cartman asked as he leaned on the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. He stared at Kenny, searching for the usual indicative reactions but there wasn't any.

"Worse," Was all Kenny could muster as he pulled out the folded paper.

"What's the paper?" Cartman asked as he snatched it out of Kennys hands. He expected some form of reaction or retaliation but he got absolutely nothing in response which was wrong. It was entirely wrong, he knew exactly how to push each of Kennys buttons and taking something without incentive was usually one of them.

Kenny glanced to his feet, "Read it."

"Right now?" Cartman asked, unfolding the paper doused in red ink.

Kenny nodded, "Or later, whenever works best."

"Something is seriously wrong with you today," Cartman said as he stared at his friend.

"You'll know when you read it," Kenny said absently as Cartman read over the words.

He glanced over them at first, latching onto a couple as he went before rereading it. He held the paper in one hand and tapped it with the back of the other a couple times. Then he checked it once more, disclaimer and all.

"Wow," Was what Cartman could manage.

Kenny couldn't even look Cartman in the face.

"At least you knew the answer am I right?" Cartman got out on an awkward laugh, "Look, I'll still be here eating KFC with you until the end of time, but saying vows? No fucking way."

"I know," Kenny got out quietly, "I know."

Cartman stuffed the letter in one of his few pockets, "Wanna watch a shitty movie and get some KFC?"

Kenny nodded, "That'd be fun."

6?

Kenny just feels dread whenever those butterflies start to flutter in his stomach now, he's trying his hardest to beat them down. To ignore them, stuff them deep down where they'll never surface and hurt him again. He just wants to sob when he fails to keep himself safe, when he feels that all too familiar and unwelcome sensation crowd his skin.

He'll let himself have it one last time, he has a good net to fall back on. Said net being Cartman, and Cartman being used to dealing with an emotionally messed up Kenny. He's even roped Stan into helping him out with rough landing from getting rejected.

The real problem is that Kenny can't tell who it is, he can only tell it's definitely festering in his veins.

All he can do is wait patiently for the catalyst that's gonna set it off. The thing that's gonna let him know exactly who he needs to confess too and get it over with. He's just going through the final motions of school at this rate, trying to survive and ignore the ache.

He tried his best to give a smile when he opened the front door to find Kyle standing out front, "Hi Kyle."

"Meet me at Starks Pond, 5 'o clock sharp," Was what Kyle answered with.

Kenny was just stunned. "What?"

"Starks Pond, just me, and you," Kyle explained, "Five in the evening."

"We'll have to wait and see what happens then," Kenny said as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his parka, "I am curious about why you'd like to meet me at Starks Pond."

"You'll have to come meet me to find out," Kyle spat back, trying to provoke a reaction out of Kenny. He hadn't been the same since the Stan thing, the Cartman thing went under the radar, even to Kyle.

Kenny raised a brow, "Oh? What makes you so sure of that, I have my ways Broflovski."

"Your ways aren't gonna get a word out of me this time," Kyle countered with, "Not when I've already paid them to keep quiet."

"Impressive," Kenny said, he held out a hand, "Consider it a deal."

Kyle took his hand in a firm shake, "Thanks bro," Then he pulled Kenny into a brief hug.

Kenny short circuited at the touch, the tough but still gentle squeeze. Hand to hand contact never once broken and head resting on his shoulder. He returned it the best he could despite how tense he felt, mostly because it was unexpected. Definitely because it was unexpected.

He watched Kyle walk off in one direction until he was starting to blur on the edge of Kennys eyesight. The McCormick pulled out his phone before sending over a message to Stan for help.

'what the fuck am i supposed to do?'

He watched the bubble flicker with intent.

'good luck man'

-/-/-/-

Starks Pond.

Kenny stagnated at the sign for much longer than he had too, but he really wanted to run away or just sink to the bottom once again. He had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen considering the past of Starks Pond. He wasn't sure if was mentally able to handle it, but it's Kyle, there's no way in fucking hell that Kyle would confess to him.

Especially not at Starks Pond of all places. It's far too cliche. Far too traditional. Far too perfect and exactly what Kennys ever wanted if someone were to confess to him instead.

He looks up from the sign before glancing around to find Kyle situated across the pond. Kenny starts on the trek over, eyes fixed firmly on the ground. He kicks small stones as he goes, some ending up in the consistently near frozen state of the pond. He plucks a crocus on his way over, bright purple petals standing out amidst the frozen ground.

He spins the stem between his thumb and pointer finger as he makes his way over. He actively refrained from the strings on is hood to cover his face, to protect himself just a bit more. He takes a small breath before he speaks up.

"What was it you wanted to talk about?" Kenny asked.

Kyle simply handed him a small, store bought bouquet. He could only tell it was store bought due to the variety of the blooms. He toyed with the petals as he thought over his next words.

"So, you brought me here to give me flowers?" Kenny asked, trying his hardest to avoid the topic that he knew was going to surface. He tactfully placed the crocus he picked alongside the rest of the flowers.

"Idiot, I'm here to ask you out," Kyle corrected, "And I thought you, ever the romantic might understand the connotations of a bouquet."

"Oh I do, I just didn't expect you of all people to fall for someone like me," Kenny said, "I'm kind of a loser these days."

"Who the fuck told you that?" Kyle questioned, both stern and worried all at once.

"No one, I am simply stating facts. Bad luck streak, poor- I am the worst romance candidate possible," Kenny got out on a light laugh, using himself as the butt of the joke just to make sure that Kyle understood he wasn't the right choice. That there are thousands of better choices out there.

Kyle simply answered with a firm, "You're the best one I've met."

"Prove it," Kenny said with a hum of laughter, he swung a foot back and forth, brushing the sole across the ground.

"Firstly, you don't fucking give up, ever, like, at all. Even when you were dying of muscle deterioration you still came back, somehow. You're a determined asshole and I admire that so much you would not believe," Kyle started with, raising a finger for his point, "Secondly, you have a decent sense of humor. In the worst of times and the best of times you're making everyone laugh one way or another. It's impressive honestly."

"And?" Kenny asked, still refusing to believe that Kyle is here to confess to him. It's making his heart pound a little bit harder in his chest, not hard enough to burst an artery of course. He knows exactly what that feels like. This is like a light summer breeze compared to a hurricane.

"Thirdly, you look hot, like honestly bro you are no doubt about it the most attractive of us all. Even more so than Craig, but that might be my blonde bias coming out when I say that. You got a couple scars here and there but honestly it's part of the look, and somehow your hair always looks nice? I don't know how you do it but I'm impressed," Kyle explained carefully, watching Kenny for any form of muted reaction, "And lastly, I love you man. I've grown into it and I doubt I'll grow out of it, but whatever we have, well, it's definitely mutated to love on my end at least."

Now Kenny felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. He couldn't get a single word out.

"I love you Kenny, here's hoping I'm not too late in fessing up," Kyle said, lowering his hand as he spoke.

Oh.

That's who Kenny had fallen for this time.

"You're not, I'm shocked I didn't confess first honestly," Kenny managed to get out.

"I've been procrastinating on this for years man," Kyle said bluntly, "Trust me, there was a massive window of time you could've spoken up first."

Kenny clutched the bouquet a little bit tighter, "I doubt I was in any shape to tell someone like you was crushing on me when I was jumping at the first sign of anything for anyone."

"So, you'll go out with me?" Kyle asked hopefully.

Kenny nodded, "Of course man, I'd fucking love to go on a date with you."

"Wanna go rub it in Cartmans face that you finally have a boyfriend?" Kyle asked in an almost teasing tone as he held out a hand.

"Fuck yeah," Came Kennys knee jerk response, gladly taking hand and interlacing their fingers.

#K2WEEK2023 #south park k2 #sp k2 #south park #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #and like #a bunch of others im not tagging #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction

[siriannatan]

Something, something vampire Chromia Scott ft. Weather Husbands

I had a request on AO3 for a vampire Scott fic so... I did this?

AO3

Scott was not having a good morning. And unlike most days it had nothing to do with other empires, his magical eye hurting for no reason or his duties as Chromia's ruler and main trade representative. No, his problem had to do with a sizeable secret he so far managed to keep from others. Not that all the new settlements were here that long. He himself barely had like three buildings done, including his own house and a barn - not the llama pens - and a storage building since nowhere else had room for the abundant building materials he needed.

His problem was to do with him being a vampire.

And I know what you're thinking. This colourful clown is a vampire, no way. Well, yes way. And it wasn't like Scott planned to be one or was overjoyed about it. It was an accident and all the blood he needed really clashed with his style. And don't get him started on the whole sun thing. Well, at least that one could be solved with a rather simple potion and blood cravings with some animal blood - as gross as that was...

What exactly was his problem? Well, with how busy he was he forgot to eat and refill his sun protection stash. And he noticed that after waking up when the sun was u and ready to kill him the moment he left his house. He could hold until the sun has set. It'd just be very messy. And damn painful too but he'd be fine. As long as no one decided they needed dyes and came looking for him.

There was one little thing he forgot - the local archaeologist and his complete lack of time awareness or schedule and how forgetful he was about anything that's not at least a hundred years old. Like announcing he was intending to visit someone to archive their progress so far. Oh. And he knew Scott from before the whole settlement thing and even the vampire thing. At least he was pretty to look at.

And, as Scott's lately terrible luck would have it, Pix chose today of all days to show up with his fancy notebook and quill to take his little neat notes. How disgustingly adorable...

"Scott?! You home?!" Pix called out from outside and Scott could not help a little whimper that escaped him. Why today... "I was in the area and thought I could archive Chromia's progress!?" the archaeologist kept calling out. He likely assumed Scott was just ignoring him like he often did.

*Knock, knock* "Scott? Come on... just a few minutes and I'm gone?"

Who like who but Scott knew how stubborn and childish Pix could actually be. There was no way he was leaving without getting some sort of response so Scott forced one out. "Go home, I'm sick," he yelled and broke into probably his best-ever round of fake coughing.

But no matter how good his coughing was it had the exact opposite reaction. "Oh no. Do you need help with anything? I can water your flowers and feed the animals..."

"Just leave me be..." Scott whined. He was so close to giving in to his damn instincts and jumping Pix to drain most if not all his blood... "Please..." he added and if he could he'd probably blush from shame. 

Pix had none of it. "I'm sorry Scott, but I'm not about to leave a sick person to themselves. Now..." the archaeologist said far too kindly, considering their relationship so far was nothing but nice, and climbed the ladder to Scott's loft. "What can I help you with?" he asked and Scott was less and less against just killing him. 

"Nothing, go away," Scott huffed, burrowing further into his bedding. He was far too hungry for this. "NO?!" he screamed when Pix approached a covered with thick fabric window. "Don't you dare uncover any of these windows... I need it to be dark to sleep..."

"Okay... Are you sure you'll be okay if I leave your eyes are weird..."

Scott almost cursed out loud. He forgot about that damn side effect. Being hungry made his normal eye freakishly red and black and his magic eye glowed for no good reason. "I... I have no..." Pix was not going to be convinced he was seeing things. And Scott had no good excuse as to why he looked like a corpse, which he did without his potion. "You tell anyone about this and you're dead... I'm a vampire Pix, and I might have missed some things I should have done so leave while I still control myself..." Scott warned, trying to look as scary as he could while half-starved. 

"A... a vampire? But you don't look like one," Pix hummed instead of leaving Scott alone.

"I'm not changing my whole aesthetic because of one small accident, and I have it all figured out so... Go back to your ruin," Scott growled baring his fangs. If asking didn't work maybe...

No, being scary was a fail and now there was a Pix on his bed. Far, far too close to Scott. Inspecting his teeth. "Fascinating," he hummed keeping Scott's mouth open. 

"Stop it," Scott barked pushing Pix away but miscalculated and ended up on top of him. "Don't just shove your hands onto people's mouths," he grumbled and realised something terrible. He maybe cut one of Pix's fingers with his fangs. It was bad. Very bad.

In one quick move, Scott was as far from Pix as his small house allowed. Fighting the instinct to just bite the man and staring straight ahead with wide eyes.

"Is that what's wrong? You're hungry?" Pix asked, slowly sitting up, instead of fleeing as he should have. "Oh, Scott. You should have said so," Pix sighed and to Scott's shock opened two more buttons of his shirt than he usually did. "Assuming you can... like not kill me, you can have some of my blood?"

Pix's offer sounded more like a question than anything but Scott was far too tempted by it to care all that much. Or how much he was in control of himself. "You would?" he asked but was already slowly closing the distance to where Pix was sitting at the edge of his bed. Looking at Scott with at all not hidden curiosity. 

"Yes, you're obviously not feeling well and..."

"You talk too much..." Scott grumbled poking his face into Pix's exposed even more than the usual neck. "Are you completely sure you're okay with me biting you?"

Pix barely breathed out a quiet 'yes' before Scott's fangs broke tan skin with ease and Scott's senses focused on only one thing. Blood. First human blood he's ever had. So sweet so rich. How was he supposed to come back to his usual diet after this? "Scott..." Pix's groan had Scott jumping back as all senses flooded back to his brain once the immediate hunger was satisfied. And Scott was horrified with himself.

He's never bitten a person before and now Pix was on his bed. Panting heavily. His shirt missing several buttons from Scott pulling at it to move the man into a more comfortable position. Not necessarily as comfortable for Pix as for Scott's hungry self. And the archaeologist was just catching up to the fact that Scott was no longer pushing him into the bed and biting him.

"Why did you stop?" he asked and tried to sit up and almost immediately fell back down. It didn't make Scott feel any better.

"Why in... Why would you let a starved vampire bite you, you idiot!" Scott huffed and jumped into making sure Pix would not die from blood loss. "I was obviously not in a fit state to propose that to. If you ever see me like that again, leave. Run back to your dusty ruin," he complained as he helped Pix sit up. At least no more blood was leaving through the neat puncture marks Scott's fangs left. 

"But it felt nice..." Pix mumbled but did not move at all.

Scott sighed. "It's supposed to, so the victim doesn't struggle, you idiot," Scott huffed and lightly punched him. "You're having a nap now, no complaining." 

"Only if you join me," Pix yawned. Losing blood was shockingly tiring. 

Scott huffed and complained some more and first insisted Pix have some water but after that, he gave up and joined the archaeologist for a nap.

#my stories #my stuff #empires smp s2 #empiresshipping #empires scott #empires pixl #weather husbands

[neixins]

yona of the dawn ofc :3

help i typed up whole paragraphs and then my browser crashed and none of it got saved 😭 i won’t be stopped though!

My rating (1-10): if it ends the way i think (hope) it will 10/10 no notes perfect historical fantasy shoujo series <3 if it doesn’t i hope we all explode

My favourite character: predictable answer but yona really is THEE protagonist of all time. she’s such a vibrant character even before she begins her journey and seeing her grow throughout the series is just so !!!! she cares so much and is ready to do anything to protect everyone and she’s clever and kind of insane but also silly and i love her so much!! also honorable mention to my special little guy gija <3 i adore his relentless optimism and how No Rational Thoughts Only Emotions And Actions he is 99% of the time. also he’s just so relatable To Me when he’s in poor little guy mode. i adore the entire hhb though, and so so so many of the side characters. they’re all just so well-written, it’s impossible not to love them

My least favourite character: probably chagol, mostly bc i keep seeing theories about how he’s not really dead and blah blah blah (in the famous words of kesha) and i’m sick of it. he’s a good villain and while i believe kusanagi could pull off his resurrection well if she so chose, as a meinyan fan, i LIKE that her abuser died so unceremoniously. let him rot, i say! even if he does get resurrected he’ll always be Just Some Gross Loser Guy to me

The character I think I'd be friends with: gija :) we’d get along so well on account of The Neuroses and The Only Child-isms

The character I think I won't hit off with: keishuk doesn’t seem like someone who’d appreciate my whimsy tbh

My favourite episode/scene: (don’t say gijaeha love potion shenanigans don’t say gijaeha love potion shenanigans) trying to pick One Scene in a 40+ volume series pains me so i’m gonna cheat and pick five (in no particular order) :3 (1) this scene from ch 163. all the hakyona scenes are so fucking good but this one’s just so so so sweet and i think about it all the time + it encapsulates so many elements of their relationship that i love, mainly how deeply they care about each other and help each other grow (where’s the post about austenian romance as a mechanism for self-actualization…), but also how goofy hak acts when he wants to cheer yona up

(2) yona getting the south kai envoys to admit to the shit they’ve been doing in kohka and then going “okie dokie now let’s get this meeting started shall we :)” she’s an icon and a legend <3 (3) gija in ch 252. absolutely devastating chapter and i need my guys back posthaste but OHHHH!!!!!!! i have so many thoughts about gija and monstrousness but i’m just gonna link to this post lest i go on too many tangents again…. (4) the hot springs chapter of course OF COURSE what kind of gijaeha enthusiast would i be if i didn’t bring that chapter up. it’s one of the most crucial chapters for the development of their relationship and it so perfectly captures how different yet similar they are + getting to see so much of jaeha’s thoughts on page really helps contextualize a lot of his actions in general (also i find his tendency to overanalyze and act on his assumptions instead of just. talking to the guy who’s been nothing if not remarkably earnest from day one lest he accidentally makes the situation worse to be both very endearing and very funny). (5) the “he’s stronger than i am” moment in ch 168. actually that whole battle scene Fucks Severely on so many levels but that!!!! line!!!!!! it makes me so crazy like. jaeha’s not just trying to stall for time, he genuinely thinks gija’s stronger than him (“from good morning to good night” bonus chapter) but like. looking at it purely physically they Are equals. but gija doesn’t hold back like jaeha does (ch 75, ch 170) and also it’s clear from the hot springs chapter that jaeha admires gija for not letting himself get shackled by his past (even though he’s Literally Being Haunted). also the moment right before that, when jaeha fucking. obliterates the bow of the soldier who tries to shoot gija (he’s doing SUCH a good job pretending that they’re enemies btw) is soooOOUGHHH like jaeha doesn’t get angry often but he’s FURIOUS in that moment and it’s so delicious (i think it’s the “let’s deliver him as a gift to lord kuelbo” part specifically that gets to him bc like gija can dodge one (1) arrow just fine without help but he risked the whole plan—) (getting vaudeville hooked off the stage) wait i lied :) (6) the blue forest mini arc is soooo good and so dear to me i HAVE to mention it!! it really showcases how caring sinha is + there’s also the lore drops about ghosts and the hakyona/gijaeha parallels, both of which make me wanna explode <3

Whose clothing style I like best: jaeha. the slutty little crop top wins by a landslide <3 i wish we got to see it more often (wistful sigh)

Times I watched it (and if I would again): once all the way through but i’ve reread parts of it many times for fic research and while theorizing. i definitely wanna reread it front to back though, all the parallels and foreshadowing make it so perfect for rereads

#there’s something wrong with me teehee <3 #thank u for giving me this wonderful opportunity to ramble 🥰 #asks #akayona

[aveline-amelia]

You may think you have bad luck with ships...

But have you ever shipped a small ship that was sort of hated on in fandom but mostly just not considered and then suddenly when you're not into the show that much anymore it goes... semi-canon when they hook up but one half of the ship is actually the evil alterego split using a Jekyll & Hyde potion and the other half is basically just using her while being hung up on his ex wife?

And the "good side' still only has a platonic relationship with him but she deduces the two of them are a thing and has to announce to like the whole cast of characters that they always had chemistry and they are all super shocked and/or make grossed out faces?

And the fandom is joining in about how gross this thing is because the man had an affair with the women's mother and was speculated to be her father for years despite that fact being debunked in the very episode and he was also kept as a slave non consensually by her sister who had a thing for him and he tried to seduce her in order to escape?

And you don't know how you feel because you never had any hope in the first place and also you never expected to be right and this is like the worst way for it to happen ever but you'll take what you can get? Like this is supposed to be Your Moment.

#golden queen #also maybe I've got it backwards and it's actually the best luck #beating the odds and all that #ouat spoilers #if anyone needs those #or doesn't need i guess #once upon a time spoilers

[twofrontteethstillcrooked]

Suptober 27 Oct.: Liar

"Sam, he's not waking up." Dean looked over and saw the terror dawning in Sam's face too.

deancas, established relationship au

"You want him, you can have him," Dean sneered. "Do it, fucking cowards. I'm certainly not going to stand in your way."

The demons glanced at each other uneasily. Good, Dean thought, you should be scared.

"That goddamn angel has betrayed me I don't know how many times now." Dean choked out a harsh laugh. "He's not worth much to me dead but even less to me alive." He felt the blade of the demon knife tucked in his waistband bite into the small of his back and let it bolster him. "You wanna kill him right now? He's injured – you know it as well as I do. This whole forest stinks of his blood. Let's go find him together."

His smile, he knew, was cold as a corpse and too wide, showing off his canine teeth too well – he was one of them, a predator to his marrow.

The taller demon stepped nearer. A twig snapped beneath his foot, like a bone cracking. It was better than a whistle: Sam wound out from behind the giant oak, striking fast as a snake. The holy water sizzled in the first demon's eyes, then the second's; Dean sunk in the blade and ripped it clean away twice in fast succession, and the bodies twitched and sparkled like unleashed roman candles as they fell heavily to the earth.

"Gross," Sam said, wiping a spray of blood off his cheek.

Dean took a second to be grateful at how little interest Sam seemed to take in the blood otherwise. 

He patted down the wider demon's vest and came up empty, shaking his head in frustration. 

"Here," Sam said, reaching quickly into the other demon's pockets. "Yes, got it."

The vial of whatever the fuck antidote it was flew at Dean. He caught it and pushed off the ground, trusting Sam would catch up in no time, as he clambered down the tree rooted trail to the thatch of fallen maples. Cas was pale as the grave as Dean slid on his knees down beneath the maple with the most clearance, where Cas laid curled on his side, unconscious and unmoving in a pool of crimson, not all of which were leaves. 

Dean put a palm to the side of Cas's throat. "Cas, buddy, you gotta wake up now."

Sam crawled under the tree and knelt up by Cas's head. "Let's sit him up."

They maneuvered him mostly into a sitting position, and Sam braced Cas's jaw as Dean uncorked the vial and tipped in the potion. 

"C'mon, c'mon," Dean muttered, his whole body about to shake apart suddenly, as it dawned on him this might not work. Five seconds. Ten. Twenty. "Sam, he's not waking up." Dean looked over and saw the terror dawning in Sam's face too.

The giant wheezing breath Cas sucked in at that exact moment saved Dean's life.

Dean bent over and felt his heart kick in his chest like he'd been hit with lightning. "Hey, hey, hi." He patted Cas's chest and stared into his face until his eyes opened. "How ya doin', man?"

Cas squinted back. "I've been better."

"We believe it," Sam said as he pushed Cas a little further upright.

Cas coughed a few times and gingerly touched the low spot on his abdomen where the gouge had been, where his white shirt remained wet and stained. "Please tell Eileen thank you," he said, turning to speak directly to Sam. "I owe her for this one."

"Nah, she was happy to help." Sam looked at Dean and cleared his throat. "I'm, um. Gonna go call her, though, and let her know everything's fine." He stood up and ducked out onto the trail again.

Dean was about to speak when Cas said, slowly, "I heard you, when you were talking to the demons."

"Oh yeah?" Dean swallowed against the bile that had immediately risen at the back of his throat.

Cas nodded, his eyes on Dean as warm as sunlight. "You were a very convincing liar."

Dean grabbed his face between his hands and kissed his mouth softly. Less softly the second time. In his peripheral vision he saw Sam approach and wheel away again, and it didn't stop Dean from kissing Cas until Cas made a small pleased sound.

"Please stop getting stabbed trying to save me."

"All right," Cas said. "I promise."

Dean let him fib. He'd figure out a way to hold him to it later.

#suptober22 #deancas #destiel #spn #fic #snippetfic #suptober

[lila-rae]

“She had to make due since she could ride them at that moment”

She was so 🫠 Lila omg.

Can’t even imagine how sickeningly gross and cute they are in private just being two love goggled nerds. I’ve rewatched so many of these interviews over and over and I’m like okay Z girl you get to take this man home tonight and every night she was heart eyeing with her whole entire body at some moments. That hot get a room you guys tension, face and body language were off the charts. Him too obvi but our girl was on another love potion planet some days. Dickmatized I’m sure.

I speak truth and you know it.

Sometimes the D (and hand?) is just that good that you have flash backs all because your boy toy starts making thwiping motions 🤟🏻

#h hours

[redandbrown]

Dating Games

(This is a prequel chapter to Truce. It started out as a stand alone fic, but it made more sense to tie it in with Truce.)

Hermione walked into Tranfiguration class and immediately spotted Ron sitting next to Harry. He seemed to sense her eyes on him because his gaze met hers. He glared at her, and she glared right back, not backing down in the least.

She turned left into the classroom and took a seat next to Neville.

“Wotcher, Hermione!” Neville greeted her brightly.

“Good morning, Neville.”

From this angle she was sitting slightly behind Ron and Harry, and she could watch them without drawing attention to herself. Ron’s sleeves were rolled up on his arms, and she could see the angry, red welps left by her canaries Saturday night. She smirked rather pleased with herself. She knew she should feel bad, but she didn’t care.

Ron could get under her skin like nobody else could, and this Lavender debacle, well, that really took the cake. Who did he think he was? Kissing that bimbo in front of the whole Gryffindor common room? In front of her? So all that banter between them these past couple months, his agreement to go to Slughorn’s party with her. She guessed none of that mattered when a pretty blonde walked up to him, and kissed him in front of everyone.

Hermione sighed, and tried to focus on McGonagall. Why did she have to fall for him anyway? Besides Harry, he was her best friend. Her life would just be so much easier if she could accept that he didn’t see her as an attractive girl. They could just be friends, and he would be free to date whoever he wanted.

Most of the day she had done a pretty good job of avoiding him. In Herbology, she sat with Harry because Lavender had insisted Ron sit with her and help her re-pot the snapping dragons they were assigned by Professor Sprout.

As much as she tried to ignore it, Lavender’s voice kept grating on her nerves. Why did she have to talk to Ron like he was some sort of man-baby? And why on earth did he put up with it?

“Thanks, Won-Won! You’re so helpful!”

“Oh noo! Did you spill some potting soil? That’s okay, Won-Won! I’ll help you!”

Hermione was getting a headache from rolling her eyes so much. If she had ever talked to Ron that way, he would have been miffed at her for days. But apparently he liked being treated that way by Lavender. Gross.

“What do you think, Hermione? Do we need more fertilizer?” Harry asked.

“Huh?” Hermione was so busy loathing Ron’s new love interest that she hadn’t been paying attention to what Harry was saying.

“The snapping dragons. Do you think they need more fertilizer?” Harry clarified.

Hermione looked down in the pot.

“Oh, no, that’s fine. If they get too much fertilizer, the book says they become soft hearted and lose some of their bite. Any potions made with them aren’t as effective.”

“Shite!”

Hermione heard Ron curse under his breath in that moment. He was holding his hand and examining his his index finger, which was currently bleeding from a nasty looking bite.

“Oh no Won-Won! Your dragon bit you!” Lavender cried.

Hermione looked over at Ron’s snapping dragon which had a bit of blood on its fangs and looked rather pleased with itself for being just a plant.

“Yeah Won-Won. Maybe you should go to the hospital wing before you bleed out,” spat Hermione.

Both Ron and Lavender glared at her. Hermione couldn’t care less. She turned her focus back to her work, and thankfully her stinging words seemed to have temporarily silenced the baby talk.

Days stretched into weeks and much to Hermione’s annoyance, Lavender wasn’t going anywhere. She tried her best to avoid the couple, and completely ignored Ron. Poor Harry was being treated like a child in the middle of a custody battle, splitting his time between his two best friends, and avoiding ever mentioning one in the other’s presence.

This had been the longest she had ever gone without talking to Ron. Well, at least since second year when she had been petrified by the basilisk. But she was unconscious then. This was different. She was awake and very aware of the whole ordeal. As angry and hurt as she was with Ron, the truth is, she missed him.

For Ron’s part, after his initial anger at her for attacking him with those birds had worn off, he had made a few feeble attempts to talk to Hermione. Always when Lavender wasn’t around. Hermione was having none of it.

It was clear to everybody, but Lavender that she was starting to get on his nerves. He would go out of his way to avoid her, often imploring Harry to take hidden passages with him to their next class, so Lavender wouldn’t spot him. Hermione was always within earshot of these conversations, trying hard to be invisible, resisting the urge to say something biting.

One day in Transfiguration, Ron had accidentally given himself a handlebar mustache. Apparently it was ok for everybody else to laugh at him, but he was only focused on her.

His cruel impression of her had left her in tears, and she ran out of the classroom as soon as they had been dismissed. She would show him!

She found Cormac in the common room.

“Hi Cormac!” She said brightly, giving him a huge smile.

Cormac turned to look at her. His eyes gave her body a once over before he smirked at her.

“You don’t know me, but I’m Hermione Granger.”

“I know who you are. You dated Victor Krum a couple years ago. I saw you two at the Yule Ball.”

Hermione giggled. “Yes, well that was a few years ago. Anyways, I was watching you at the tryouts, and personally I think you were robbed. You are one of the best quidditch players I’ve ever seen!”

Cormac turned to face her fully, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “See?! Even a swotty bird such as yourself knew I was robbed! I don’t know what Potter was thinking, putting Weasley on the team.”

Hermione bit back on her reflex to defend her friends and berate him for calling her a “swotty bird” and instead plastered another grin on her face.

“So I’m going to Professor Slughorn’s party this week. I’m sure you’ve had loads of invitations, but I was hoping you would go with me,” she said giving him her best doe eyes.

Cormac looked at her appraisingly again and gave her another smirk.

“Well, you’re in luck, Granger. I have had many offers, but I cancelled my other plans. She wasn’t really SlugClub material.”

Hermione fought the urge to sneer at him. She highly doubted Cormac had gotten an invitation on his own, or that anybody else had asked him, despite what he was implying.

“Great!” She said cheerfully. “I’ll meet you in the common room at 8.”

“See you, then,” he said dismissively as he turned back to the person he had been talking to.

Hermione couldn’t wait to get down to lunch and rub it in Ron’s face. If he wanted to date other people right under her nose, she could play that game too!

Hermione had relished the dazed look on Ron’s face as she told Parvati about her plans right in front of him.

‘See?’ She thought as she watched Ron staring at her. ‘I can get a boy to date me.’

The night of the party Hermione was growing inpatient waiting for Cormac to show up in the common room. He was twenty minutes late when he strolled downstairs.

“You clean up nice, Granger,” he said as he swaggered over. She noticed his eyes were glassy, and he reeked of fire whiskey.

“Thanks,” she said with a tight smile. “Shall we?”

At the party Cormac waffled from bragging about himself to anyone who would listen to trying to grope Hermione when he couldn’t get an audience.

She had had enough and told him as much. She had left him sputtering for words at the party and headed back to Gryffindor Tower. But she hadn’t gotten very far before a strong hand gripped her upper arm roughly and yanked her around.

Cormac was drunk and livid.

“Hold up, Granger. Where are you off to?” He shoved her against the wall, and pinned her wrists above her head.

“Cormac, let me go! You’re pissed, and I’m tired of your rudeness!”

She tried to wrench her wrists away but he tightened his grip until it was painful.

He dropped his weight on her and started sloppily kissing her neck.

“Cormac, let me go! You’re hurting me!” She felt her panic turning in to real fear as she realized he had no intention of stopping.

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER!”

She knew that voice. Cormac turned to see who was talking, and Hermione used the opportunity to wrench her hand free and grab her wand.

She hit him with a stinging jinx. When he backed away from her to grab his face, she ran.

There was Ron looking torn between killing McClaggen and following her. Hermione never stopped running.

She ducked into the nearest classroom hoping neither boy would come looking for her.

#ron weasley #hermione granger #romione #romione fanfic #ron and hermione fanfiction #ronald weasley #romione fanfiction #ron and hermione #hermione and ron

[ravenwitch45]

Story time with the Goetia household! Whether a child Stolas is reading by himself or an adult Stolas is reading to a little Octavia, they are taking the time to read a new storybook. [Part 15]

This is a continued reading of "Cereza and the Lost Demon".

Previously: Cereza and Cheshire had just won their first battle against a few faeries together, even getting to loot a faerie chest as a reward.

As of the moment, they both have just made their way past yet another gauntlet of violent plants.

Moving on...

Supplementary info: Baked Gecko ⬇️

Supplementary info: Unicorn Horn ⬇️

Supplementary info: Mandragora Root ⬇️

Now for this next bit, you can imagine that there's an interactive page in the book somewhere. It's not necessarily a mini-game per se, but it's like a mix between those activity books and storybooks that have movable bits/parts in some pages (like tabs or flaps), but for this magical version, just requires the touch and trace of a finger like a touchscreen.

"Cereza wants to make a potion, but she needs your help. Help her stir the cauldron until the potion is all done." (Put your finger on the page and move it around in a circle to start stirring) ⬇️

After break time is over...

To be continued...

What thoughts, feelings, and opinions do you think Stolas (and Octavia) would be having when reading this part?

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For now, Stolas (and Octavia) can enjoy a single page dedicated solely to the view of Cereza and Cheshire relaxing, taking time to enjoy a well-needed and deserved rest. 😌

After the gauntlet of dangerous plants, getting Octavia to lightly tease her father on his own gardening choices "It's like your garden!" Which Stolas chuckles with an embarassed blush at, but the traversal through the sureal wood rings is a nice bit of a fun hop before the green one snaps loose and sends Cereza careening down the path balancing the whole way.

Stolas would probably be very concerned, protective fatherly instincts and all, while Octavia cheerfully giggles thinking it'd be quite fun, even protesting when Cereza says it wasn't "But it looked so fun!" Stolas patting her on the head with an awkward smile, saying he wouldn't really enjoy it either if he was in Cereza's position, though Octavia is still unmoved in her opinion.

The bit with the potions ingredients would probably be good for a bit of banter, either Stolas taking the time to compare them to one he has used in his own potions, or Octavia being unerved at them all, thinking the baked gecko is gross, the mandragora annoying, and being genuinely sad at the description of the Unicorn horn.

"But what's that unicorn supposed to do without it's horn? it'll just look like a horse."

"Let's just say it grew back Via"

The little interactive bit with the potion making is something Stolas would totally let Octavia do, even if he has to guide her on what exactly to do, it's worth it to see her get all excited over succeeding.

Then the white wolf shows up and we're finally not wandering around the forest aimlessly XP Either way it's a catching moment to raise the excitement up before they chase after it.

Though I'd say the two goetias have more then earned their own rest point. Closing the book for the moment to go rest, both excited to see how the story goes, keeping the image of Cereza and Cheshire relaxing in their heads in the mean time.

#ask reply #helluva boss #bayonetta #cereza and the lost demon #stolas goetia #octavia goetia #bayonetta cereza #bayonetta cheshire

[aohendo]

Find the Word!

Thanks for the tag, @saltysupercomputer!

My words were beg, gross, shimmer, run, and nowhere.

I’ll lob this towards @junypr-camus, @marigoldispeculiar, @whimsyqueen, @dogmomwrites, @the-stray-storyteller, and an open tag!

Your words are: smile, soft, sneer, shine, and shallow.

Shimmer

“I am… coming to realize that, my Prince.” Aris left a moment to grab the guards’ kit of medical supplies. When he returned, Kiris was watching the deep blue of his soul fade without end into the Other. It fluctuated occasionally, pulsing with his heartbeat, shimmering with every whisper of the gods and flinch towards Prophecy. It wasn’t the pinprick leaks from Riasil’s potion, however.

Gross

n/a. Fun fact! The original plan for Prince for Hire had it done and complete within 80k words. I am currently at 82k, and not halfway through. This is because I vastly overwrite 🙃. This is also because I really wanted to take the time this draft to develop the Batar/Kiris/Iiriok relationship, because I love them.

Run (Kiris often wants to run, so there were… many options for this one.)

More than Nelovskevouk attacking him, more than how Riasil’s potion had run rampant through his body, more than Batar’s sword kissing his throat last night, Kiris became still and cold.

Orjiar Thaav.

“You can keep it,” Evina said, smiling. “Charity for the poor little Vakon.”

This was Prince Thaav’s. The Realms reduced to his heartbeat and the book, pounding and shaking and altogether too hot and heavy. This was Prince Thaav’s, and Thaav would never give something of theirs to someone like Kysminov Evina. Not willingly. Not on their life.

Kiris turned heel and ran.

“Happy end of Truce, Yphant!”

Nowhere (after the events right after the run snippet.)

Kiris spent the rest of the day in his quarters, sat on his bed with his chin in his hands, staring blankly at the wall. Eskarez had come by with lunch, Chyzo with dinner, and Krorrin with a whole pile of books. All of it lay untouched on the dresser. Moping wasn’t getting him anywhere, but he had nowhere to go.

Beg (the “she” is referencing Evina and the events during and after the run a nd nowhere snippets.)

He wouldn’t kill her. He wouldn’t use Projection, or even Empathy. He wouldn’t need to. This was Competition, and of all the princes here, he had competed the most. Smiling, Kiris drew out his forgery kit and rifled through his handwriting samples of the collective of princes and court officials. He would start with her allies and work his way inwards, until there was no one left to save her, nowhere left for her to turn, no one she could hide behind and beg forgiveness.

Kiris found Prince Aaksyn’s lead advisor’s handwriting, pulled an inkwell from his supplies, and set to work.

#princeforhire #writing #wip #writblr #tag game #find the word #fantasy #writeblr #writerblr

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

Most of the Characters Reactions To Floyd Almost Eating Syn

Heartslabyul

Riddle - Disgusted and appalled once he finds out about Floyd's antics, he tries to bring this to Crowley - Already doesn't like Floyd and wants to use it as an opportunity to try and enforce some kind of safety while hoping to get the eel off of campus - It doesn't work, of course, and he tells Syn that they're always welcome to seek refuge in Heartslabyul - Once they're eaten a few times, he realizes that the prank incident just opened the door for more harassment and tries to ensure they have access to growth potions to at least make sure they're not entirely caught off guard

Ace - Doesn't believe Floyd when he brags the day after the prank that Syn tasted really good - But when he does find out it was true, he's more than a little grossed out - Ready to hop to Syn's defense with Deuce - Finds himself becoming curious as time goes on and has very mixed feelings about that

Deuce - Grossed out and ready to fight Floyd next time he sees the eel - Gets beat up immediately - Still willing to try and defend Syn, much to their worry - Doesn’t feel the same curiosity Ace starts to

Trey - Feels waaaaay too guilty for technically being the catalyst to this whole thing - Wants to make apology pastries for a while, but resists because now he's paranoid that somehow the shrinking potion will be slipped in again - Ensures that the 'Drink Me' potion is still in the cabinet before making anything for a week and eventually makes apology pastries to Syn (they don't eat them, but Grim does) - Also kind of grossed out, lmao

Cater - I know some people like him as a pred with Magicam posts about being a pred and stuff, but you cannot convince me - Would definitely be unnerved a bit and ask Syn if they're alright - But is probably the first one of the five to relax a little as Syn continues to come out of these situations unscathed - ‘See, they’re tough’ just trying to keep the others from flying off the handle

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Savanaclaw

Leona - Doesn't really pay attention to rumors, so doesn't even find out about the whole thing until Ruggie talks a bit about it - Says he doesn't really care but absolutely finds himself becoming a bit curious (All of the half-animals do, lmao) - Still doesn’t act on it because he’s too lazy to try and pursue them

Ruggie - As Leona’s eyes and ears, he’s heard all about the rumors involving Floyd and Syn - Thinks it’s their fault for getting too chummy with with the Octavinelle trio - After all, both the savannah and the ocean have very similar ‘eat or be eaten’ philosophies

Jack - Thinks it’s wrong to just eat a classmate, even if the prey ends up safe - Not to mention he still doesn’t like the under-handed tactics of the Octavinelle trio still - Since he’s shown to have a soft spot for MC, absolutely becomes a bit protective of Syn because ‘there’s no sport in hunting something that can’t fight back’ - Won’t admit he kind of cares, and doubly won’t admit that the wolf side of him kind of feels a bit curious

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Octavinelle

Azul - Doesn't condone Floyd's behaviour and was appalled in the moment, but what's done is done - Tries to apologize about the eels behaviour because he kind of fears that Syn's other friends will make a ruckus about the whole incident (he gets flashbacks to when they got Leona on their side) - Is annoyed and exasperated when they get eaten by both Floyd AND Jade, but is at least glad the eels don't hurt them - Won't admit that he slowly becomes curious himself after Floyd accuses him of just being jealous that him and Jade are 'enjoying Little Shrimpy' and not him

Floyd - Of course he's delighted that he got the opportunity in the first place - Would have absolutely taken it all the way and eaten Syn if Azul hadn't walked in - Is very upset when Jade's actually the one to proper eat them after being the first to get a taste

Jade - Surprised when he walked in on a tiny Syn after following Ace and Deuce to the VIP room, but immediately got Floyd to tell him everything once the two brothers were out - Quickly found himself becoming curious and finding his predatory side intrigued - Absolutely takes advantage of Syn being wary of Floyd and not him

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Scarabia

Kalim - Doesn't really understand it, but he's not one to judge what his friends do if that's how they (Syn) want to pass the time... even though Syn tells him that they don't really want to - Finds it gross and weird but willing to support Syn, saying that 'any friend of yours is a friend of mine!' - Considers it weird bonding between the eels and Syn despite them being adamant that Floyd/Jade just enjoy their suffering

Jamil - Thinks it’s unsanitary - Has to try and help Kalim understand that it’s not Syn’s choice of passtime - Gives up after five minutes - Finds that the control aspect might be appealing but wouldn’t want to ruin the amicable relationship between Syn and him

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Pomefoire

Rook - While the thought of eating something alive doesn’t intrigue him, he can relate to enjoying the thrill of the hunt - Might try to trap Syn at some point just to see how easy it is - Shocker, it’s very easy, and he’s a bit disappointed but supposes most of the fun for the eel is probably derived from the actual consumption

Epel - Is also willing to fist-fight Floyd, but Syn convinces him not to since they don’t want to drag people into it - Doesn’t like standing off to the side but respects their wishes

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Diasomnia

Malleus - Oblivious boy - Doesn’t even know about the rumors because he’s so reclusive, so no one really bothers to inform him about anything, just like the ceremonies - Either finds out from Lilia or from Syn themself

Lilia - Thinks it's a bit weird, but he's lived generations - He's seen things WAY more malicious and gross - Honestly, kind of amused since he also finds spooking mortals fun, but usually just by showing up nearby upside-down - Probably would enjoy questioning Syn about it at some point, just to see them struggle on how to answer

#cinnwrites #twisted wonderland #99 problems #syn

[iamheadphones]

June 6, 3027

“How could somebody eat your doritos if the bag was still closed?'' Jake asked sarcastically. Kris pointed to the bag as Jake walked over and looked in it. “Is that blue cheese?” Jake said. “Now that’s just gross.” Nora said. “Agreed.” Kris replied. “Who are you on the phone with?” Laura asked before seeing Nora. “Oh hi Nora.” Laura said waving at her. “Hi Laura.” Nora said waving back. “She said hi.” Kris said as they pointed to their earbuds. “Oh ok, but she can still hear me right?” Laura asked. “Yeah why?” Kris questioned. “Well don’t forget to tell her about the love potion.” Laura said before winking. Kris looked at them annoyed as they chuckled and left back to their room. “What love potion?” Nora asked, looking at Kris suspiciously. Kris sighed as Jake grabbed the bag of blue cheese. “I’m just going to throw this in the dumpster.” Jake spoke as Kris walked back to their room knowing they were going to have to tell Nora about the whole love potion prank. Once back in their room they sat down and started explaining. “Well you see, for the cookie war Sam and I decided to use a false story to get Laura to make one. I made up a false story that I thought you were cheating on me.” Kris explained before the call went silent. By now realization hit them as they felt a sudden pain in their chest. “Why did you guys pick the false story around me?” Nora asked. They could see the pain in her face. They felt the air choke them as they went into their mind. It got them thinking why had they picked to make a false story around their girlfriend? Why didn’t they encourage Sam to make a false story about Jenny to sell to Laura? Was it the lack of suspicion Laura had them? “I don’t know.” Kris spoke, not making eye contact with Nora. “What do you mean you don’t know?” Nora asked, slightly angry. “I don’t know why. It was in the moment and Sam came up with some of the ideas. I just had to fill the rest of the gaps. I…” Kris couldn’t continue to speak. The pile of excuses weren’t enough for the big mistake they had made. The potion wasn’t even worth the conversation they were having right now. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. That wasn’t fair to you because I know for a fact you're not the kind of person who would cheat on anybody. I was the dumbass who decided to fuck up.” Kris said they didn’t look at Nora and they didn’t expect anything to be said. They were sure that Nora was going to hang up.

#chaos krew #story #writers #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerblr #writing #ocs #my ocs #original character #original content

[geraltofriviasleftbuttcheek]

It takes Jaskier three days to find out Geralt is his soulmate. 

After the whole thing with the elves, he follows the witcher to the next town, ostensibly to debut his musical genius, but also because—well. He just finds Geralt of Rivia to be the most interesting person he's ever met. Jaskier is drawn, first and foremost, to interesting people with stories to tell, and Geralt, as he'd said that first day, is just full of stories waiting to be told. 

He sings Toss A Coin to much warmer reception than he's gotten yet in backwater towns like this, and Geralt comes back from a contract for some creature bleeding out his intestines and looking like he'd rolled in every single mud puddle on the way back. 

"Did you go out of your way to jump in every puddle you saw?" he asks, face screwed up in disgust as he helps the witcher up the stairs to the room he'd rented with his new earnings. "If you were thinking to clean the blood off, you didn't do a very good job." 

Geralt just grunts, slumped against him and breathing through his nose in a way that seems very concentrated. His eyes are very black, like pitch, and there are veins spidering their way over his cheeks. He's also much, much paler than Jaskier has seen so far, and for a brief moment, he wonders if he's going to watch one of very few witchers left in the world perish on the spot from some poison or other. 

That would certainly cock up his plans to give the sod an image makeover, and he says as much as he watches, with concerned bemusement, as Geralt struggles to get his armor off to check on his wounds. 

"Do you ever shut up?" Geralt finally asks, squinting at him. He yanks a vambrace off and tosses it aside, teeth gritting as it pulls at his wound. It's too dark in the room with all of the witcher's black clothes to see just how much blood there is, even with all the candlelight. 

Jaskier huffs in offense and puts his hands on his hips. "I wouldn't have to if you weren't so silent all the time. Honestly, it's like you don't know how a conversation works." 

"I don't want to have a conversation with you." 

"Tough shit," Jaskier says, and finally steps forward to help. "Gods, maybe you should just climb into the bath like this. Might soften up the coagulating blood in your shirt to let you take it off. Here, c'mon. You're disgusting, and I might have to throw up from the smell alone." 

Geralt gives him another look but doesn't argue when Jaskier helps him up and over to the bath. The water is only lukewarm now, but it's clean, and that seems to do it for a nasty, gross, blood-covered witcher. 

He splashes in with little other fanfare, and then Jaskier jumps away as Geralt makes a strange motion with his hand and the water starts to steam. He stares in awe as the witcher settles in with a content sigh. 

"How did—what was that?" he asks, curiosity brimming. "How did you do that? Witcher magic, obviously, but what was that?" 

Geralt opens one pitch black eye to look at him. The spidery veins are starting to recede, barely. "Witcher magic," he deadpans, and Jaskier makes a face at him. There's the smallest, tiniest curve of his mouth, though—the bastard is smiling.

"Ha ha," Jaskier shoots back, sitting beside the tub. He dangles his hand in to feel the water now pleasantly, muscle-relaxingly hot. "Keep your secrets, then. I'll get them out of you one day." 

"Will you, now," Geralt teases—teases! Melitele, the man has a sense of humor. 

Jaskier just sniffs primly and stands up again, moving to grab some of his soaps and oils. "I will indeed, witcher. Now—which one of these do you like best?" 

Geralt grumbles and scrunches his nose at all but two of the soaps (the unscented ones, he should have known), complaining how they're too much for his senses right now, heightened as they are with the potion he'd taken earlier—also the reason for his current black-eyed state. Jaskier is fascinated by that, of course, and immediately starts asking him about the contract, how it went, what he'd fought, what other potions he has in his arsenal. 

He just—he wants to know. Geralt is intriguing and fascinating and interesting and there's just something about him that draws Jaskier in and makes him want to know everything. 

To his surprise, the witcher, while brief about it, does indulge him and give him a bit of a retelling of the fight as Jaskier helps him out of his shirt finally and washes his hair, combing out the gore and tangles. He gets a bit more about the mechanics of making witcher potions and what ingredients go into them, and a bit on the habits of the creatures—drowners, it turns out—and how they compare to other beasties he faces. 

Jaskier files away the thought that Geralt prefers talking about the gentle, everyday things in his life over the blood and death and fighting. He wants to keep that for himself, he thinks. 

He's so caught up in this quiet revelation that he doesn't realize he's let his hands fall to strong shoulders, fingertips brushing delicately, feather-light over scarred skin, until he notices a bright spot of color from the corner of his eye. He looks down reflexively and feels himself still, sucking in a sharp, startled breath. 

Geralt with his witcher senses notices immediately, body tensing up under his touch. "What." 

Jaskier, rare as it is in his life, can't seem to find his words. He watches, gobsmacked, as a trail of soft light blue follows the places he touches the witcher. It shimmers as he moves his fingers, like the tail of a star shooting across the sky, almost glowing, and he's mesmerized. 

It's not the having of a soulmate that's rare—most people do, in fact, and many times even multiple ones—compatibility is always in flux, after all—it's the Color Touch that most people never get to experience. One in every one hundred thousand people will be lucky enough to find the person—or persons—that will show their Color Touch. 

It's the presence of a bond so immediately strong that it manifests to the naked eye. 

"What is it," Geralt repeats, tone sharp. "What the fuck are you—"

He sits up in the bath, as if to move away from Jaskier, but Jaskier keeps him in place, sliding his fingers down to his forearm where Geralt can see the trail of color left in his touch's wake. He feels the witcher still, eyes—no longer pitch black, now back to their normal, beautiful gold color, the spidery veins gone—boring into the places Jaskier's fingers leave spots of blue as he dances them up and down his pale skin. 

"Impossible," Geralt breathes, but it sounds more like he's talking to himself. 

He reaches out and grasps Jaskier's wrist, stilling his movements, and when Jaskier gently pulls out of his hold they watch as the burnished gold color he leaves behind shimmers for a few heartbeats before fading away again slowly. 

"Impossible," Geralt repeats, just as soft, and finally, Jaskier finds his voice again. He laughs, breathless and excited. 

"Oh, my dear, I don't think 'impossible' is a word that's familiar with you," he says. 

He smiles when Geralt turns wide, wary eyes on him, full of a hidden, repressed hope, reaching out and trailing his fingers over the witcher's jaw, once again mesmerized by the blue of his own Color Touch. "I knew from the moment I saw you there was something special about you, Geralt of Rivia, and I wanted in on it." 

Geralt swallows thickly at that, throat bobbing as Jaskier's fingers caress over it. He looks away, clenching his jaw. "I'm not a fan of Destiny," he grits out. Jaskier feels him lean into his touch, though, almost instinctively. 

"Can't say I am, either," Jaskier agrees. "Doing what I'm told has never been one of my strong suits. I prefer making it up as I go, and to hell with the rest." 

It gets a snort of laughter out of the witcher, the tense lines of his body relaxing back into the warm bathwater. They'll be alright, he thinks. 

Jaskier can't help but lean in and press a kiss to his cheek, though, just to see if that leaves a Color Touch, too. 

It does. 

#the witcher #geraskier #fics. #time for my monthly reappearance on this hellsite #just to post this single fic and fuck right back off lksdjf #anyway have some soff soulmate fluff <3

[jaskierswolf]

The Love We Have

Part 3/5 - AO3 - Previous

Summary: Kaer Morhen has an old tradition in order to keep the witchers safe after the siege. Only witchers and their partners are allowed in the keep but Geralt is tired of parting with Jaskier over the winter so decides to invite him to Kaer Morhen… only he forgets to mention one tiny little detail.

Ship: Geraskier

Rating: T

Warnings: None?? Maybe… I’ll add them later if I remember any.

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They hadn’t found a solution that night. Geralt hadn’t been willing to talk about it, so Jaskier had reluctantly let it go. They had time to figure everything out. It’s not like they had to have fake sex every evening, and they’d already said they were worn out from the road. It didn’t stop Jaskier’s mind from running faster than Roach in a field full of dandelions. Geralt had eventually pulled Jaskier to his chest and started rubbing soothing circles into Jaskier’s side.

After that Jaskier was out like a light.

Which was totally unfair.

They’d woken up wrapped in each other’s arms, legs tangled and honestly in his sleep hazed mind Jaskier hadn’t been able to figure out which limb belonged to which body. It had all been rather nice, until Jaskier remembered Geralt was now his fake boyfriend not his real one and he pulled away from Geralt in a start.

He’d ended up falling out of the bed and almost giving himself a concussion. He was a fucking nightmare.

“Bard,” Vesemir barked just as he was finishing his breakfast, “meet me in the library. You have work to do. Geralt, there’s some tiles coming loose on the roof above the armoury.”

Geralt nodded.

Jaskier just stared, wide eyed after Vesemir. “Wait what?”

“Chores, Jask.”

“Yes yes, but… why am I? I’m a guest!” he whined rather pathetically.

“We don’t have guests in Kaer Morhen. You’re family, you have to work.”

“Oh cock!” he grumbled, there went his relaxing winter.

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It turned out he really shouldn’t have worried about having to fake his relationship with Geralt. They barely saw each other during the day. Geralt was stuck on the more physical tasks whereas Jaskier spent his days scribbling on potion bottles and ingredient jars, or helping Vesemir organise the vast library, a job he would have finished sooner if he didn’t keep getting distracted by the books. He’d never seen half of them, not even whilst at Oxenfurt.

Two more witchers arrived after Jaskier’s first week at Kaer Morhen, Lambert and Eskel. They travelled up the mountain path together and arrived just in time for dinner that evening. Thankfully, like Geralt and Jaskier, they’d been too tired to really say anything the first night.

The second night, however, was a different story altogether. Lambert, as it turned out, was a little shit. Jaskier, under any other circumstances would have adored him, but his questions about their relationship were driving him up the wall.

“So, you finally tamed the famed White Wolf,” Lambert snorted, taking a long gulp of white gull.

“Ah yes, well. It would seem that way wouldn’t it,” Jaskier said smoothly, not entirely a lie either which he was proud of.

“So when did he confess?” Lambert probed. Jaskier cooed over how he’d been in love with Geralt since Posada, love at first sight being all very poetic and exactly the sort of story Geralt expected from him. Geralt mumbled something about the Djinn and how Jaskier almost dying had opened his eyes. Jaskier wanted to laugh at that, but he kept his cool. The only thing he remembered was how Geralt had fallen into Yennefer’s arms and broken his heart.

“I found Jaskier in Oxenfurt in the spring,” Geralt explained, again not a lie. Jaskier was amazed by their combined ability to spin the truth. Jaskier remembered it fondly. Normally he had to track Geralt down so he’d been surprised to see Geralt on his doorstep come spring. “Missed him all winter, didn’t want to spend anymore time apart.”

“And the fool quite literally swept me off my feet,” Jaskier giggled, leaning against Geralt’s shoulder. He wanted to hold his hand under the table but… well…he had no excuse.

“I couldn’t wait to kiss him,” Geralt admitted, a stupidly fond smile on his face that Jaskier couldn’t help but return. He licked his lips and his eyes flicked down in a silent question. They’d spoken about kissing in front of the other witchers but this would be the first time.

Geralt’s smile widened, a rare occurrence that left Jaskier’s heart somersaulting in his chest. He swallowed and then leaned in to press his lips against Geralt’s. It was only a peck on the lips, appropriate for company, but Jaskier still felt dizzy. Gods, he was so in love. It was just not fair.

Geralt bumped his nose against Jaskier’s as they pulled apart and Jaskier could feel himself blushing furiously. How was Geralt so good at this?

“About time the idiot got his head out of his arse,” Eskel laughed, shooting both Geralt and Jaskier a fond smile, and raising his drink.

Jaskier choked, ale spraying all over the table. Some went down his throat the wrong way and he started to cough and splutter. He was wheezing for breath by the time he’d finished and his throat was sore. Geralt’s hand rested on his back, and Lambert and Eskel were looking at him like he was about to keel over.

“Fine,” he rasped “I’m fine, just… “ he coughed again.

What the fuck had Eskel meant? Geralt finally getting his head out of his arse? Come to think of it, Vesemir hadn’t been entirely surprised by Jaskier’s presence either. None of them were, and he knew Geralt had told his family about him.

So what exactly had his grumpy best friend been telling the witchers of Kaer Morhen.

Jaskier started thinking over the last couple of decades spent at Geralt’s side. The witcher barely admitted they were friends, going so far as to argue with Jaskier that they weren’t. At first that had stung but now Jaskier was starting to wonder if he’d read it wrong. Geralt wasn’t one for words or emotions, Jaskier knew that, but he would have thought that even Geralt would know that Jaskier needed to hear some kind of confession.

But Geralt’s love language was not words, and it never had been.

Geralt showed he cared in different ways. At first it was not riding away and abandoning Jaskier, despite his protests that Jaskier was just trouble, then Geralt would put away coin to save up for treats on the road. Treats that he didn’t indulge in himself, but sweet buns, healing potions that wouldn’t kill Jaskier, a spare bedroll, better shoes, warmer clothes. Piece by piece Geralt had made sure that Jaskier was well equipped for the road.

In turn, Jaskier paid for their rooms at the inn, helped to wash Geralt’s hair, which was honestly a gross job and Jaskier deserved a lot more thanks for it. Monster guts stuck to hair like a burr in a sheep’s wool. He played ballads and told epic stories of Geralt of Rivia, the White Wolf, all around the Continent until the Butcher of Blaviken was but a distant memory. A cautionary tale told to children before bed but nothing based in truth. No one, outside of Blaviken, even remembered that it had been Geralt at all. That was also Jaskier’s doing, morphing the tales of the Butcher of Blaviken into a monster of its very own, far apart from witchers; a demon that the White Wolf had banished.

But that wasn’t Jaskier’s love language. That was just… helping out a friend. He was a bard, a poet, a romantic. If he truly thought he’d had a chance with his best friend then he would have adorned Geralt in pet names, flowers, sonnets. No one would have any doubt about who Jaskier truly loved, who his heart belonged to, and he’d foolishly expected to be wooed in quite the same way.

Fuck.

A fool.

An utter fool.

All he needed was a hat with bells and a tambourine.

“Oh fuck,” he finally muttered aloud.

“Jask?” Geralt’s voice cut through his turmoil and he blinked until he was back in the now familiar dining room at Kaer Morhen.

Four sets of golden eyes were watching him.

“I need a moment,” he stammered and then, like the coward he was… he fled.

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He paced around the room until the sound of his footsteps started to annoy him, the never-ending echoing thud reverberating around the room. He threw himself on the bed, inhaling Geralt's scent. It usually helped to ground him but today was different. It just confused him. He felt completely off-balanced. Did Geralt actually want him?

As more than a friend?

It completely changed the last two decades of his life. The wasted opportunities he’d had if hadn’t been such a coward.

Fuck!

Why couldn’t he have just said something?

Why didn’t Geralt?

But what if he was reading the whole thing wrong? What if this was just false hope? That thought burned through him, making his heart ache. He felt like he’d been thrown into a fire, flames blazing around him, a slow torturous death as his love seared through his soul.

He sobbed helplessly and held a pillow to his chest. It didn’t help. Nothing helped. He’d flown too close to the fucking sun and now he was falling, wings melted and falling apart, his tears glistening in the very rays that had been his end.

“Jaskier?”

“Go away,” he grumbled. He couldn’t face Geralt, not now. It was too soon and too overwhelming.

“I’m sorry, Jask.”

Jaskier threw his pillow at the door and Geralt ducked out of the way. He heard the door close and he went back to feeling sorry for himself, praying to all the gods he’d feel better after a good cry. He was pathetic. And yet again, Geralt had found him bawling his eyes out.

“Fuck!” He yelled, not even caring anymore who could hear him. Fucking witchers and their fancy mutations and enhanced hearing. It wasn’t fucking fair.

And the whole ‘only significant others’ rule was completely bullshit.

“Fucking shit balls,” Jaskier screamed into his pillow. “Cock,” he mumbled rather lamely.

It would have all been quite fun if he wasn’t quite so in love with Geralt. If they’d been just friends he would have enjoyed the easy flirtations, his personality was practically made for it. He was so fucking angry with himself for not being able to do this, even Geralt was putting on a better show. He sniffed and wiped the snot from his nose.

“Oh get a grip, Jask,” he muttered, grimacing as he looked at his hands. “Gods, I’m a wreck.”

“You’re not a wreck,” he heard Geralt say.

He sat up, slightly dizzy from moving too quickly, and glanced around the room. It was empty. Was he hearing voices now?

“Geralt?”

“I’m outside.”

“Oh.”

Jaskier stared at the door, longing to open it but something held him back. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he saw Geralt right now. Either yell at him or snog him senseless.

He wasn’t really sure if Geralt wanted either of those things.

So he crawled off the end of the bed and knelt in front of the door, pressing his forehead to the wood. “I’m sorry.”

“Hmm.”

“I’m normally better company, or at least I try to be… for you?” he whispered, knowing Geralt could hear him.

Geralt hummed and Jaskier squeezed his eyes shut, tears still running down his cheeks. He hadn’t meant to cause a fuss.

“I didn’t think it would be so hard,” he sighed, his fingers scraping at his scalp.

“I’m sorry,” Geralt grunted. “I know it can’t be easy, pretending to love me, but…”

Jaskier had scrambled to his feet and pulled the door open before Geralt could finish that sentence. The fucking bastard thought it was all so hard because he was unlovable! Jaskier’s misery turned to anger in the blink of an eye. Geralt fell backwards through the door, his head landing at Jaskier’s feet and he blinked up at him in surprise.

“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence, Geralt of Rivia,” Jaskier hissed.

“But…”

“You are my best friend in the whole wide world and I love you, so don’t you dare start spouting some nonsense about how no one could love you. You horse’s arse!”

“Jask,”

“Now get in here, you and I are going to pretend to have sex.” Jaskier’s words surprised him, they were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“What?!”

“We’ll tell the others that I was just being dramatic, I’m a bard after all,” Jaskier explained with a wave of his hand. He needed to stop moping and get into his role, plus if there was a chance that Geralt did love him back, which he was really beginning to suspect he did… then… well… what better way to find out?

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