#【 froze 】❆|❆ my beloved frozen friend

[dairy-farmer]

Okay but CONSIDER~☆ Petty, territorial, exhibitionist Kon!

(Also he has Strong Opinions and I tried to keep things In Character since I am working that. He's against feminizing Tim because he doesnt want to make his boyfriend disphoric. Slight realism to the porn? Attempted!)

Him and Tim? Dating. His memory? Flawless. He remembers EXACTLY all the emotionally scarring bullshit they put his boyfriend through. Tim may forgive, but HE doesn't. Fuck those guys.

What's WORSE? He can hear EVERYTHING. Your expressionless mask doesn't mean SHIT when he can hear your heart rate pick up. SEE your eyes dilate. When walls don't do SHIT to stop him hearing you beating your meat franticly, after excusing yourself to "make a call".

But Tim's HIS. Not theirs.

They break his heart and make him feel not good enough. KON makes him feel loved and powerful and happy. KON spent his whole life, fighting to have things that were JUST for him. His, not superman, not anyone else's. His. And Tim? Is HIS boyfriend. Is amazing.

And Kon LOVES making him feel good.

Really taking his time. Using his TTK to tease and pinch, stroke and hold, keeping Tim JUST where he needs him. Taking care of his needs in the ways Tim never seems too. Over and over, til he's all soft and boneless. Twitching. Gushing all the pleasure Kon pumped into him. Head finally quiet.

It's amazing.

So maybe that's why he doesn't stop. Even though he hears the arrogant stomping of Jon's bratty friend. Jon cleared out to the barn and some loud music over an hour ago. When he caught the LOOK Kon was giving Tim. Smart kid. But apparently not smart enough to drag his buddy along. Because now the little shit is looking for him.

Kon doesn't care.

He is face first between to long, powerful, legs and trying to make Tim's brain melt with his tounge alone. From the grip on his hair? Decent progress, so far. He adds fingers, making Tim's back bow. Earning those awesome little sounds.

The foot steps faltered then froze, outside his door. The brats heart rate has sky rocketed. Turned on by listening to Tim getting finger fucked. What a little perv.

But? Kon's discovered? He's kinda... in to it.

Showing them what they'll NEVER get to have. Showing them how it's DONE. That's right, little perv, listen to how GOOD I make him feel. You could never. This is what he, the REAL Robin, deserves.

Fucking Tim? While Damian stands frozen just outside his bedroom door? Is one of the best times they've had together. Kon nearly breaks his bed. Leaves Tim hoarse but glowing the next day. Granted, with a noticeable limp and unable to sit down, but Tim is hardly complaining.

Kon just grins, like a shark, every time Damian looks at him.

And of course, Kon has to do it again. It was AMAZING. Invite him oooover, babe. He miiiiisses yoooou. Sad face.

Tim laughes but does. Gotham is stressful after all. Even if, for some reason, the gremlin has been avoiding him. Weird, chirps Kon, who knows EXACTLY why. Wonder why that could be?

Arrives to find Dickhea- sorry, Tim's BELOVED brother DICK, who definitely didn't betray him, and TOTALLY didn't try to Put Him In ARKHAM, THAT Dick... hanging around. Trying to "make amends". (Kon's ass he is.) And doing team ups. Hanging like a leech all over KON'S boyfriend. Eating all of the food TIM should be coaxed into eating before there's a chance and lounging around Tim's home like he owns the place!

.....ha ha. Kon's not mad, babe. Promise. He could NEVER be mad at YOU. :) :) :)

(He might murder this clingy bitch, though.)

But, hey! This IS Rob's place. And you know what's Perfectly Reasonable, nay, even NATURAL, to do in one's own place? With their boyfriend? Come here, babe~ My power, clever, gorgeous, sexy, hasn't showered for three days, hot mess~ let's get you cleaned up and in bed.

Oh yeah, your brother will TOTALLY respect Boyfriend's Over time. I texted him for you and everything thing! (Kon didn't and honestly? Dick wouldn't.)

So Kon gets his boyfriend naked. Always a delight. Some sexy groping and forplay in the shower. Wet and sexy fun! A classic. Can Kon hear Dick planning to "head over to Tim's"? Half way across the city? Well maybe certain individuals are about to learn to text first. And that they will NEVER get what they want so bad, no matter how hard they go panting.

Meanwhile? Kon is working Tim up. Hitting all his good spots. Stubble rubbed against the neck, as he kisses his way down. Not too hard, since Kryptonian hair has no give. Just little prickly sparks. Right down to his pecs. Not tits, never tits, or Kon gets kicked out of the bed for WEEKS. Made THAT mistake exactly ONCE.

Manly, manly pecs with the hottest pink little nipples you've ever seen. Likes when Kon uses his TTK for the other one. Focuses on uses his hands to stretch him, tease his fantastic hole and little t-dick clit. Tim totally loses it. Starts trying to RIDE his hand and make him go faster. Always whines and begs when Kon has to hold him still.

Oh look, someone sneaking in the window uninvited. Wonder who that could be? Gee, sure hope he remembered to close that security feed of the bedroom. But, shucks. Technology is just SO confusing! Hope they don't ASSUME Tim is ALWAYS at his desk and go looking there first!

Does Kon sit up and leave Tim's nips to his TTK, just so the cameras can REALLY get a good visual? Of COURSE not. Tim just really, REALLY enjoys the feeling. So he's giving him double the action as he slides home. Even adds his clit to the teasing, just to see that open mouth, gasping for air, feral thrashing look, Tim gets.

Kon hear the searching, meandering footsteps of their intruder, reach Tim's desk and freeze. In that way only a highly trained Bat could. A heart rate spikes and breathe is sucked in sharply. A swallow.

Ah, did Kon for get to turn off the audio? Whoops. Thank goodness it was on low, huh? But I bet that close to the desk, you can hear it. Room's REAL quiet.

Shift of fabric, the camera's audio is turned up.

Perverts, all of um. "Brotherly feelings" his ASS. Kon fucks Tim through his first orgasm, pounding short and rough RIGHT against that spot he likes, just as Tim likes him too. Listens to Tim's perv brother jerk himself desperately. Fantasize about how HE would be SO much nicer and sweeter to Tim's hole. Timmy this and that, like Rob's a little kid.

Like Rob would even be INTO any of that.

Calls Robs pecs TITS. Calls him PRETTY. Has no idea what Tim NEEDS and never did. Can't GIVE IT to Tim like Kon can. Pump into his hole until Tim feels like he's gonna break, then grind nice and deep until he DOES. Tease him for hours when he's all stressed and lost in his head, so he unravels into mush. Lift him up and don't let him down until he's been STUFFED with you. Til his legs are shaking and he can barely see straight. Till all he want is to pass out and cuddle.

Rob needs someone who will lovingly fuck him UNCONSCIOUS and will still be there, holding him, FUCKING HIM, when he wakes up. Needs to be so WANTED it drives someone a little insane. Needs good and pleasure and thoughtless, bone melting bliss. Not babying and tender little nothings.

And frankly? Kon is a petty, mean, Tim-fucker. He's woken up and chosen violence.

Deliberately avoids Tim's g-spot, like that isn't an execution worthy offense. Tell him, babe~ He wants to HEAR. What do want him to do to you? And Tim? Who is being fucking edged and FURIOUS about it? Says BET, opens his mouth, and makes all of Kon's dreams come true.

Holy Shit, Babe~ :D Yes Sir o7

Kon gets to destroy some perv fantasies, hear FANTASTIC Tim dirty talk, AND use TTK to fuck every orifice Tim HAS. It's a fantastic afternoon. He even gets Tim to take a nap instead of going back to work.

And would you look at that~ No clingy leech! You want pizza? Bart recommend this great place. Let's get pizza!

But then Mr. Broody Psychological Trauma is demanding Tim come play hostess to his Gala. Isn't he dating or something? A socialite no less? Make HER do it! But no. Tim has to go entertain old rich bastards and smile.

Fuck it. He's coming too.

Tim just laughs at his blatant gate-crashing plans and hands him an invite. Asks if he wants to go suit shopping. Mmmmmm sexy suit sex. Roleplay options. Yes please. They go shopping. It's awesome.

Less awesome? The party. Very boring in fact. And EVERYBODY wants to fuck his boyfriend. This may be his villian origin story. Also he fuckin KNEW it. "Bruce isn't like that" Kon's ass! He ALSO called that he totally wants to bone Clark. Without his piercings in? And in a suit? Kon looks VERY Clark-ish. Tim's old man keeps checking him out.

Frankly, however, Kon doesnt care.

He's on his last god damned nerve with these "oops! Ha ha, my bad." Handsy mother fuckers, touching his boyfriend. He dives into the crowd. Something, something, he's drunk, Tim. Come get air with me.

Tim knows damn well he can't GET drunk.

So obviously he better go take care of his Poor Drunk Boyfriend (ooooh nooooo).

Tim drags him to some side room the family uses. Before Kon can even get his hands under all those layers, he's sliding to his knees and swallowing Kon to the root. Fuck. It's EXACTLY what Kon needs. Hot and wet, cherishing and so damn eager. Absolutely milking him.

He cups that beautiful head and let's TTK slid down his body. Like hands stroking under clothes. Pinching and massaging his pecs. Rubbing his skin. Teasing his clit. Spreading him open for fingers to stretch and fuck. Kon can just lean back and enjoy the moaning. The eager rocking of Tim's mouth onto his cock.

Especially as the feeling turns from rubbing to fingers fucking into him. From fingers into toys. From toys into cock. Until Kon is spit roasting his Boyfriend all on his own. Making him whimper and twitch as he's rocked between two cocks, just how he likes it. Clinging to Kon and treated like something precious, head utterly empty, nothing but his next orgasm to worry about.

He whines when Kon pulls out of his mouth. But Kon promises he's just switching ends.

The best part? About using TTK during sex? Is they never need sex furniture. Kon can just bend Tim over thin air. Hold him there. So long as SOME part of him is touching Tim. Which, really, is an easy ask. And dragging down the probably ruined suit pants, Kon distantly notes soft steps approaching the door.

He slides home regardless. Grips those amazing hips and starts to pound. Tim desperately teasing his chest. Mouth open to be fucked by TTK cock, pouring out moans and fucked out cries. The wet squelch of their bodies meeting.

The footsteps have frozen. A reaction, muted. Almost... trained. Someone used to controlling their body. Oh my, oh my. It's the big perv.

The door's a crack. Not closing it, huh? So who are you staring at, Bat? Tim, your SON, as he gets fucked. Gasping and drooling, moaning for more, harder, deeper. Or Kon? The CLONE of your "best friend", a married man. As he fucks your son. Hips rolling, muscles lit with sweat, groaning in the pleasure takes from the body beneath him.

Which is the one you're getting off too, Batman? Tim? Him? Both of them? That's right, close the door and run. Kon can still hear you jerking it in the family wing.

Maybe Galas ARE fun.

As for Hood? Kon gets confronted. Because Jason can see the pattern developing and is self aware enough to Admit Some Stuff to Himself(tm). He WILL shoot you. And worse, he'll tell Tim. M.A.D. mother fucker.

Well, then. As long as he's aware Kon wants his spine as a mantle decoration. And he never, EVER makes a move on his Boyfriend. Yeah. Kon is willing not to torment him with glorious Tim Sex.

Great. Here's some coupons and gift cards to fancy ass date spots. Leave Jason to suffer his many mistakes in peace. The SECOND you are dead...

Ha! Tim will clone me. But THIS time, with my permission and adding his DNA so we have a Clone-Baby. Bart is husband number 2. None of you fuckers have a chance.

Suffer.

Like Kon said, he is a petty, Tim-loving, exhibitionist, bastard. He also now has date night plans! Sweet. Oooh. Fancy! This one's that new place with the waiting list. Nice.

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kon being a borderline exhibitionist and making sure to fuck tim in front of his family so they know exactly who he belongs to- and then them having planned out that if he dies bart will be tim's second husband so no one in his family can have him 😭😭😭

[chishiyasbiscuits]

attention! || arisu x reader xo

[1.3k words.] [Warning: Smut. Thigh-riding🤭 Regular riding lmao. Technically doing it in front of someone.. I'm not sure how I feel about this one.😕 Set in the non-borderlands, just regular normality.]

"Arisuuu." I whined, dragging out the syllables of his name. The boy grunted softly, biting into his lip as his fingers effortlessly brushed across the buttons of his controller. His arms and legs would jerk with any sudden movements in the game, showing clearly he was invested.

I sighed beneath my breath. Blinking at the back of his head, where shaggy dark hair coated his neck. "Yes, yes!" He exclaimed, pumping the air with his fist as he reached an achievement. My eyes subtly rolled, before I decided my course of action. A smirk twitched upon my lips, and I rose from the edge of his bed. Keeping quiet as I walked toward his desk and chair. "You should take that side. I'll cover the other." Arisu nodded firmly, speaking into his mic.

I smiled sweetly, brushing my palm against the arm of his seat. My eyes flicked over him, watching as his glossy gaze lifted to meet my presence. Only for a moment. He acknowledged me, for a second, before giving his attention back to the game. "Oh, hi Y/n." He mumbled, vision still trained on the screen.

I narrowed my eyes, huffing just slightly before moving my body to the centre of his sight. I turned and gently lowered myself onto his lap. He shuffled lightly. His legs stretching out so one had been situated unknowingly between my thighs. He snaked one arm beneath mine and rested his opposite elbow on the arm of his chair so he could continue playing. Arisu's head tilted to the side, allowing his beloved game to be, again, the centre of his attention. The dark strands of his hair fell over his eyes and I groaned softly. Annoyed at how oblivious this boy could be.

"Hey! Hey! Watch out!" Arisu called, raising a hand to reposition his mic. I watched the screen as he and his online friends slayed an unknown creature. "We did it!" The boy chuckled in joy. I could hear his grin, but that wasn't on my mind right now. As he yelled out, he excitedly rose his leg. A simple jerk, as he usually did. Yet he was oblivious to the fact his leg was between mine, and his thigh had mistakenly jerked up against my clothed clit.

I gasped, slapping a hand over my lips. My eyes grew in shock. Waiting for Arisu to care. He didn't.

Again, he became too invested, and rose his leg sharply at another victory. This time my gasp had sounded more breathy. High-pitched. Less like a gasp, and more like a whimper.

Arisu continued, paying no mind to my state. His own girlfriend. Heat rose across my cheeks, and a familiar sensation of slick spread against my clit. I was becoming increasingly wet, and at this point I couldn't help but roll my hips. Arisu finally tensed beneath me. His muscles froze as I rubbed my damp underwear against the fabric of his joggers.

I was wearing only an oversized shirt. His, actually. Though I doubt he had noticed it. My breath hitched, and a high whine left my parted lips. I reached to place my fingers on the brim of my shirt, lifting it to my stomach, and pressing my pussy harder against his thigh.

"Y/n?" He questioned innocently. I watched in anticipation - through drowsy eyes - as he placed his controller in one hand. He moved his other palm to my hip, where he lightly left it there. Resting it on my smooth skin. "Y/n, what are you doing..are-" He paused, puzzlement in his tone. His grip grew stronger as he realised. "Arisu." I whimpered beneath my breath. "Arisu." I repeated, but higher and louder. My hands clamped around either side of his chair, feeling as my high came closer with every buck of my hips. I grinded against him, feeling the wetness of my pants transfer to his.

Arisu's face turned red and his frozen limbs relaxed. His hand loosened until a loud moan slipped from my mouth. I threw my head back as I came. Spilling myself into my pants, and letting the substance drip across his pants. The material beneath me tightened as he processed the situation before him.

"Y/n!" He whisper-yelled, slapping his left hand across my mouth. My eyes rolled as I came down from my high. "I'm..I'm still on call!" He stuttered out, biting his lip in nervousness. His palm remained against my face, suppressing any noises I could make. It intrigued me. If he didn't want his friends to hear maybe he should have payed me some form of attention today?

The only thing I could do now was to make him moan. Make him scream my name. Whine and groan with that pretty mouth of his, right in my ear. I clenched around nothing at the lewd thoughts. My ass then pushed back against his growing erection. He grunted. I kept going, rolling myself against his cock. "Y/n." He breathed out, letting his breath fan out across my neck. My back was flush against his chest, where I could feel him heave. His heartbeat thump into my skin.

His dick twitched beneath his confines, poking desperately into my ass. Just begging to be used. I raised myself from his form, and he gladly removed his cock from his boxers, letting it brush my bare skin freely.

I shivered at the feeling of his naked tip, tracing across my skin. My thighs pressed together before I leant backwards, positioning myself with him edging between my folds. I then lowered myself down, widening my mouth as his cock stretched me out. I took him all, his entire dick, now pulsing against my walls. Our bodies pressed together, sweat already forming.

A soft whine slipped from his tongue, reaching my ear through the heat of his breath. "Y/n." He whispered, his controller falling against his desk. He moved his free hands to my sides, where he pushed his fingertips into my flesh. He moved me into positions that allowed his cock to hit deeper.

I gasped at the sensation. He was now balls-deep in me. Fucking me with that pretty, veiny dick of his. Sounds of pleasure emanated through the room as well as the rough sound of skin slapping. Arisu's pelvis pushed up into me as his hips stuttered. "Arisu, please." I bounced, addicted to the fell of his shaft brushing my insides. "Arisu, I need you." I whimpered, and the boy caught himself in a knot of moans. His breath hitched and his head fell against my shoulder, where he kissed my skin and suppressed his desperate screams.

"Fuck." I breathed out, gripping the sides of his chair. "I'm gonna-" My sentence was cut off by the small moan in my ear. Arisu's lips brushed against my earlobe. "Me too."

I picked my hips up and slammed myself down on him, letting his cock thrust up into my g-spot. Effectively causing me to cum. He groaned, head falling back against his headrest. I rode him through my orgasm, moaning quietly at every drop. Feeling as his cum filled me. Dripping down my inner thighs.

Exhaustion took over me and I came to a stop, relaxing against his chest as mine heaved. Arisu's dark hair fell away from his eyes, and I watched - Through the screen's reflection - his tired gaze trail across my body, and his Adams apple bob as he caught his breath.

Silence ensued, until the awkward cough snapped us to reality. Arisu stared, wide-eyed at his headset. "Ayyy!" Karube yelled out, chuckling. "Did you just get laid?"

"Karube!" Arisu exclaimed in embarrassment. I simply smirked, laughing beneath my breath as Arisu's red face soon portrayed a small, sheepish smile. 

[howlingday]

Sworn Duty to Protect

It was cold that morning. The day they laid Nicholas Schnee to rest, her beloved and so adored grandfather, Weiss' heaving breaths came out in clouds of sorrow from her mouth. Her mother was so disraught by her father's death, she shut herself away into her room. Weiss didn't know it, but that would be the last she saw her mother sober for the next twelve years.

Klein held her hand, rubbing a thumb as he stoicly watched the casket lower. He also held Winter's hand as she failed to match his stone face. Whitley fussed in her arms, unaware of the tragedy in their family. Weiss wouldn't forgive him for... so long.

A supposed "close friend" of Nicholas spoke at the eulogy, giving empty words of death and dust and neither truly ending. Even at her young age, Weiss knew a corporate shill when she saw one. Her father arranged the ceremony, and it only made sense for a rat to come to assist a leech.

"Remember, Weiss," her father whispered, his voice a relief from the mockery, "that this death is faulted on one man. Do you understand?"

Wordlessly, she nodded. It was the man who abandoned her grandfather. The serpent in hiding amongst the permafrost of her home, trickering her grandfather, her family, into believing his lies of honor, respect, and duty. Her father was many things, a liar sitting high among the list, but he was no murderer.

Nothing like an Arc.

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"You know what else is great? Me." Jaune jumped in. "Jaune Arc, nice to meet you."

"Hello, Jaune," the red-haired girl waved, "it's nice to meet you!"

"Thanks." Jaune waved quickly before getting closer to Weiss. "So, I couldn't help but overhear you say-"

"Did you say your name was Arc?" The white-haired woman interrupted, staring at the ground.

"Uh, y-yeah," Jaune answered, suddenly feeling a cold chill, "I didn't think it would be famous."

"Arc." She breathed out slowly, like the word held a deeper meaning beyond a name. She looked up from the floor, and Jaune nearly froze on the spot in terror. Never before had he felt such hatred, such boundless rage and disgust in anyone's eyes before. After drawing a long breath, she spoke once more. "From now on, your life will be a living hell."

"What?" With a flick of her wrist, Jaune was frozen up to his neck in a block of ice. Weiss then twirled in a sort of ballerina form and kicked Jaune to the opposite end of the locker.

"Come along, Pyrrha." Weiss walked away.

"Uh, it was nice to meet you!" Pyrrha shouted and waved before cautiously following Weiss.

"Was it something I said?"

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"It wasn't just your words, but your actions." Weiss huffed.

The older man bellowed. "You sound just like your mother!" He touseled her hair again, which she spent all morning making look perfect. "But there are worse people you could be like."

"Oh, hush." Her mother said, holding her baby brother in her arms. "Weiss doesn't have to be anything like me."

"Nah." A voice came from behind before lifting Weiss high into the air. With a toss, Weiss was spun round and caught in the same hands, finding her grandfather's old and grizzled face smiling at her. "She just has to be the best Weiss she can be."

"Hallo, Opa!" Weiss greeted with a giggle.

"Hallo, liebchen!" After rubbing his nose against hers, he set her on his massive shoulder. "Where's Winter? It isn't like her to miss on a family gathering."

All eyes fell to the hallway, where a pair of blue eyes and a crown of black hair peeked around a corridor. When her grandfather followed their gaze, there was a squeak and she fell away. He belted a laugh.

"Scaring children again, Arc?"

"It's not my fault." The other man argued. "I've always been bad with girls." He looked to her mother for support. "Right, Willy?"

"Considering I had to throw you off a cliff for you to notice your wife, I would say yes."

"Come on, Willy..." the man groaned, earning another laugh from her grandfather.

"Mr. Arc?" Klein called from the hallway.

"Klein, come on!" The man opened his arms. "We've known each other for years! Call me Big Nicholas!"

"Hey!" Her grandfather barked teasingly. "You're already stealing my look, so don't go stealing my name, too!" The two continued to share their laugh. It was a running joke between the two named Nicholas.

"You never know, Schnee." He gave a cheeky smile. "Maybe my son will woo one of your girls?"

"If he has your charm or half your density, then I shouldn't have to worry." Her grandfather replied with a smile.

"Er, Mr. Ar- Nicholas Arc, sir," Klein called again, "Master Jacques will see you now."

The man shook his head. "And we were having such a great time, too."

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"I don't think that was a great time at all."

"Sure it was, Ren!" The bubbly girl replied to the lean gentleman. "I got to ride a Grimm, then got a cute, little castle, and then got to kill a giant scorpion thing!"

"A Deathstalker." Ren corrected.

"Get goose height."

"Gesundheit." Weiss said.

"Huh?"

"Gesundheit," she repeated, turning to the pair, "it's Atlesian for health."

"Oh, like-"

"From this day forward, you will work together as Team CRDL, led by... Cardin Winchester!"

Weiss clapped from her place beside the two. As the names were called for the next team, she glared hard at the blond fool. Her gaze only burned hotter as it was announced the son of a snake was deemed in any way capable of leading a team. Her hated enemy was either more clever than he initially appeared or was charismatic enough to be believed. She couldn't believe either option, which angered her ever more.

As the months at Beacon rolled by, it had become clear that the fool grew affections for her. This would not stand, so she pushed her disgust and hatred for him as far as she could. Unfortunately, it only seemed to interest him more.

It seemed she would have to get physical.

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"Are you sure you can't stay another week?"

"I'd love to, Willie, but if I don't get home soon, Jaune might start crying again." The man chuckled. "It's still surprising that my only son is the most emotional of the five."

"Well, he is your son." Grandfather chuckled.

"Ha ha ha." He dryly replied. "Good luck on your mission. Hope the bullhead doesn't crash from your fat head."

"My wife says it's quite distinguished." Grandfather replied with a smile. "But I should be fine, and I appreciate the concern."

The man approached her grandfather and grabbed his arm. In return, her grandfather grabbed his. Blue eyes met blue eyes and the two silently nodded.

"If there's any trouble, you'll give me a call, right?" The man asked.

"Of course." Her mother said. "But only if you promise to come as soon as we do."

"Of course!" He smiled. "You have my word!"

"And we all know how an Arc never goes back on his word." Grandfather finished. "Take care, Nick."

"You, too, Big Nick."

With that, the man left, leaving the Weiss to watch the door a little longer from her perch atop the stairs. How could she have known then that would be the last she saw of both the man and her grandfather? She couldn't.

Not even as she drifted to sleep watching from above.

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"Agh!" Jaune tripped as he stepped back, falling backwards. As he stood, Weiss pressed the attack and struck again, knocking him down again. "Give me a break, Snow Ang- Agh!"

"Shut up!" Weiss spat. "If you have breath to speak, you have breath to fight!"

"It's supposed to be friendly sparring." Jaune groused as he stood, hefting his shield up.

"In case you haven't noticed..." Weiss thrust at him, but didn't connect. Instead, she feinted, tapped Myrtenaster, activated a dust round, and stepped away. Jaune approached with a wide swing, like a fool. Dust empowered, she thrusted a torrent of ice shards into him. "We! Are! Not! Friends!" Jaune fell onto his back, icicles cracking as they covered his chest. "I despise you. Loathe you. HATE you entirely."

"Why, though?" Jaune groaned as he tried to lift himself. "I haven't done anything- RGH!" Jaune's body was trapped in a black circle, his weight doubling, if not tripling within.

"That is exactly why." Weiss growled as she held her icy gaze on him. "All an Arc does is nothing."

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"Dad?" Jaune crept into his father's den. It had been a while since he spoke to him, and even longer since he came back from his mission. "Dad, can I talk to you?"

"I'm busy, Jaune." His father weakly groaned from his chair. The room once full of light and life with open windows and music on the record was now dark and dim with shades shut and the only light from the hallway. "We'll play later."

"Dad, I..." Jaune gulped. "I was wondering if you could teach me how to use a sword."

The room was silent. Jaune gulped as he stood in the light, waiting for his father's reply. As the chair squeaked, he flinched. As his father approached, Jaune's little heart hammered in his chest.

A gentle hand rested on Jaune's shoulders, and turned him to the door. "Another time."

"Arc's word?" Jaune asked.

Nicholas flinched, though only he noticed it. Without answering, he shut the door. He walked back to his desk and sat in the darkness. He tapped his scroll and swiped through the old photos he took. It had been two months since his best friend's funeral, and even longer since he spoke to his family.

Nicholas Arc was a coward who couldn't keep his word.

[writing-intheundercroft]

Your Ivy Grows // In Love

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Summary: Ominis Gaunt cannot see, but he can feel. He can feel the tall thickets of grass outside of his Aunt Noctua's house, now his for the summer. He can feel the sand down by the beach, the water of the tide pools, the overgrown ivy in Noctua's beloved garden. Most importantly, he can feel the gentle brush of his house guest's hand against his as they take their daily walk. He fears that he may feel much, much more for his new house guest.

Word Count: 3,695

Chapter Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, NSFW, MDNI

The unlikely couple was sitting in the sand, the sun starting to rise over the water. Ominis’s houseguest had begged for answers after he’d dropped the news.  How could he even begin to tell her that the spellbook her father had been tasked with finding had already been uncovered by three dimwitted fifteen year olds? He’d frozen in place on his bed, the woman clawing, grasping for answers from him.  It was only when Sebastian woke from the noise, tearing her from the bedroom while Ominis thawed. 

By then, Golly had slipped the girl a small dose of a sleeping draught, while Sebastian chastised him, leaving the house under the cover of night.

She woke from her slumber after just a little while; it had been a rather small dose.  Ominis had found her sitting in the dining room to a cold cup of coffee, the color drained from her face.  He decided it was time she knew the whole story, so he tugged her from her chair to follow him down to the beach. The sound of the waves crashing on sand had always calmed him as a child, and he hoped it would give him enough composure to admit the hard truths he'd been hiding away.

“We were fourteen when Anne was cursed.” Ominis said wistfully.  

“Fourteen?” she croaked.

Ominis nodded. “She was cursed by a dark wizard–we didn’t know it at the time, we thought it was a goblin. The curse had been altered to keep her in pain, wither her away from the inside out.  Sebastian was hellbent on finding a cure for her at all costs, no matter how dark the measures.”

“How does this relate to the book?” She asked impatiently.

Ominis’s head hung low. “I’ve told you about our friend–the girl with the peculiar magic.” he started playing with the sand. “She convinced me to help Sebastian find Salazar Slytherin’s scriptorium.  Pick up on the research my aunt Noctua had left behind. Naturally, the public had spread a rumor that she’d run away with a muggleborn lover.  In reality, she disappeared searching for clues about our ancestor.”

“Your Aunt Noctua–” her eyes widened.

“Dead.” Ominis said simply. “We found her body.  It was a cruel maze to the scriptorium. One needed to cast the cruciatus curse on another human to open the door; the others locked behind her.  She starved to death, praying for a way out of the hallway.” his voice took a bitter turn. “I…couldn’t do it. I froze. Sebastian cast the cruciatus curse on our friend to save us.”

“And you found the spell book.” She uttered.

Ominis tilted his head up, eyes weary from staying up nearly the whole night. “We indulged Sebastian.  We let him study the spell book in case there was anything of value to help Anne.  We had no idea what a mistake it would be.” he said bitterly. “It only drew Sebastian further into the dark.”

“But Sebastian told me the two of you guided him out of the darkness.” she recalled.

“He was there for some time.” Ominis sighed. “His…his crimes are not mine to share. In his foolish search for a cure, Sebastian made mistakes he couldn’t take back. Our fifth year of school ended poorly, with Anne disowning Sebastian as long as he dabbled in the dark arts. She destroyed the spell book, and that is how we’ve landed in our current predicament.”

The woman next to him was silent for a moment, ruminating on her thoughts. “How long did Anne live after that?” she asked.

Ominis bit down on his lip, rubbing his jaw. “Longer than we anticipated,” he admitted. “She passed just shy of her nineteenth birthday.”

She shuffled in the sand, resting her head on Ominis’s shoulder.  He shuddered, letting out a full body shiver as he felt her weight on his.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

Ominis laughed bitterly. “How can it be that you’re the one trying to comfort me?  It’s our fault that you’re doomed to this life.  My family, my friends, it’s all my fault."

“Ominis, you’ve done everything you possibly could to try and help me.” she murmured. “You aren’t your brother. You aren’t Sebastian. You’re not the one who destroyed the book.  You’ve kept me happy, content during my time here. I hate to say it…but it could have been a lot worse.”

He felt a hot tear roll down his cheek; as much as he willed himself not to get emotional, he couldn’t help it any longer.  Being around her for the duration of the summer so far had challenged Ominis and his steadfast control over his emotions. 

“You should be angry,” he said quietly. “You should hate me.”

“How could I hate you?” she asked. “It’s done.  It’s no use, Ominis.”

“I’m not good with verbalizing these things,” Ominis admitted. He felt her hand brush against his cheek, smearing the tears against his pale skin. “I know better than to wear my emotions–it makes you weak. After Anne, I couldn’t bear it any longer. I didn’t want to feel at all. I resigned myself to be alone, to not burden anyone else.”

“You could never be a burden, Ominis.” She whispered against his skin.  She’d pushed his hands off his lap, straddling him to hold his tear stained cheeks in her hands. “You have been so kind to me.”

“I wish I could be more.” Ominis said mournfully.  He felt her face, brushing a mislaid lock of hair from her forehead. He wrapped his arms around her waist, digging his face into her shoulder.  The fabric from her dress was soft, well worn–she was wearing one of her own dresses, not the fancy ones Marvolo had sent her.  While he was sure she looked absolutely breathtaking, Ominis had hated them on her.  She didn’t smell right, the fabric too slick.  Wearing the soft cotton dress, she felt like herself again.

“You see things differently,” Ominis murmured against her shoulder. “From the start–when we first met, you complimented my abilities, you didn’t see my blindness as a failure.” 

She hummed against his skin, and Ominis felt encouraged to say more. 

“You fixed up the garden, the one my aunt loved so much. And even though I’d yelled at you, you still took the time to teach me everything you know.” Ominis pressed his face further into her shoulder. “You became a friend first.  You’re the first woman who hasn’t asked about my family, our money, our social standing.”

“What are you trying to tell me, Ominis?” she asked, her voice soft against his cheek.

Ominis gulped. “I’m trying to tell you–tell you how you make me feel.” He shuddered at the loss of control; he’d fallen down this rabbit hole once before, long ago.  Once his feelings were out there, understood, possibly reciprocated, there was no going back.  They’d danced around the words before, incomplete sentences and innuendos about the way they might feel about one another.  This was more than the lustful thoughts he’d growl into her ear.  For the first time since he was seventeen, Ominis was trying to tell a woman that she carried his heart in her palm.

“Ominis, you don’t have to–”

“You have rooted yourself in my dreams.” Ominis muttered. “I fall asleep knowing I’ll think of you, the way you feel, the way you sound. When you laugh.  When I wake, I find comfort knowing I’ll spend my day with you.” he choked out. 

His thumb brushed her cheek; her skin felt hot.  She was blushing, he realized.

“The way you feel on top of me,” he groaned. “The way you say my name.  I will hear it in my memories for the rest of my life.”

Her forehead pressed against his. “Why are you saying this?” she asked, voice slightly pained. 

“You asked me to show you love,” Ominis tucked her tighter against his chest. “Love…it doesn’t come easy to me. I have watched the two women I loved the most die, and I never wanted to subject myself to that pain ever again.” He hesitated, thinking over how best to explain himself. “You asked me to show you love, and it’s feeling, despite the pain. Even if we don't have much more time-”

She pressed her lips against his, and Ominis melted into her touch. Her hands grasped his cheeks, and in turn, he ran his own through her hair.  Fingers catching on curls, Ominis held her closely, as tight as he could.  They only had so much longer together, he thought, before his brother threw her to the wolves. He licked his way into her mouth, tangling his tongue against hers hungrily. 

His houseguest pulled away with the slightest gasp, her nose pressed against his. 

“Let’s go back, Ominis.”

He stood, taking her shaking hand into his.

The house was quiet as Ominis tugged her up the stairs.  Golly must have been down in the kitchen; it was just the two of them.  

Forsaking the master suite, the two of them walked hand in hand into her room.  As the door shut behind him, Ominis waved his wand, locking and casting a silencing charm.

“Come to bed, Ominis.” he heard her say.  The mattress creaked beneath her.

Ominis laid his wand on the table next to the door.  He didn’t need his magic to know the path to the bed; he’d walked it many times already; the smell of her violet perfume wafted towards him, guiding his nose the right way.  He unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the ground as he too knelt on the bed.  Ominis felt around the surface, finding her in the center.  

They didn’t need to say anything.  Ominis knew what she wanted–what he’d wanted for so long as well.  He swallowed thickly, thinking of the nights he’d spent fucking his fist, wishing it were her around him.  His long, slender fingers found the front of her dress, gently undressing her.  Their encounters had been so rushed, desperate before. Despite the heaviness of the night prior and the weight of his confession, things had never felt lighter between them.  After all, Ominis wanted to take his time with her–to savor her as one should.

Wordlessly, Ominis leaned forward towards her body. His nose caught on the side of her chin as he went to kiss her throat; she laughed nervously.

“Tell me if it feels good,” Ominis instructed, pressing open mouthed kisses on her body.  She shuddered beneath him, arching her back to close the distance.  He snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her naked breasts flush against his body.

“You feel good,” she breathed.  “Keep–keep doing that.”

Ominis smiled to himself as his mouth ghosted over her breasts.  With his free hand, he palmed one, fingers roving over her hardened nipple.  A cry spilled from her lips when he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the other.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” Ominis declared, his teeth grazing her lightly. “So soft.”

After providing his thorough attention to her chest, he moved down her stomach.  Her hands tugged at his hair as he laved kisses down her soft belly, his own hands gently tugging down her undergarments.  Casting the useless cotton aside, Ominis pressed a kiss to her hip bone, swirling his tongue in the crease between her thigh. He didn’t dare touch himself, even though his own arousal was straining against the fabric of his trousers. 

“Ominis,” she gasped.  Her hands flew from his head to her own; she was likely covering her face.

“Don’t hide,” he murmured against her skin. His hand flew to her face; he’d been correct.  He tugged her hands away, relishing the slight whimper from her lips as nuzzled her sex. His nose pressed against her nub as he lapped at her weeping entrance. She writhed beneath him, obscenities flying from her mouth as he pressed on.  

Ominis thought back to the first time he’d tasted her in the garden, when he’d made her come for the first time. She’d been so shy, he thought.  He loved the way she wriggled beneath him now, a wanton moan falling from her lips as he slid a finger into her.

“Ominis, I’m begging you,” she pleaded. “I need you inside of me.”

“Need to prepare you first.” Ominis grunted, curling another finger inside of her. “My beautiful girl, I want you to say my name.”

“Ominis,” she whined. “Oh, Ominis, please.” She swatted at him and he pulled away, laughing. “Don’t make me wait,” she rasped. “Please, you’re all I want.”

Ominis slid his fingers into his mouth, tasting her slick.  She let out another staggered moan as she watched him unbutton his trousers, pulling them off.  He held the base of his cock, thinking about how they’d almost fucked in the library the other day.  He was glad they didn’t–it would’ve been rushed, unsatisfying in the end.  He relished the fact that she was naked beneath him, begging for his touch.  

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” Ominis murmured. He positioned himself at her entrance, dragging his leaking tip against her folds.  Ominis rarely lamented his blindness, but he wished he could see his own spend combining with hers. The thought alone had him moaning, pressing the blunt tip against her entrance. 

Her breath stuttered, and Ominis nearly stopped himself. “Are you alright?” he whispered.

“I–I am.  Please, keep going.” she urged him.

Ominis leaned forward, slowly pressing himself into her.  Despite his preparations, she was still sinfully tight around him.  He hissed as he pressed his forehead against hers, willing himself not to thrust into her. 

“That good I’ve reduced you to speaking parseltongue,” she joked breathily.

Ominis couldn’t help the snort of laughter that came out; she followed suit, laughing with him as he pressed a kiss against her jaw.  Her laugh turned into a moan when he rolled his hips, fully sheathing himself inside of her.

“How does it feel?” Ominis asked breathily. “Does it hurt?  I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop,” she groaned, her breasts flush against his chest. She wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into his back. “It feels–it feels full, but good.”

“You’re so warm,” Ominis furrowed his eyebrows. “So wet–Merlin, you feel so good.”  He gave another tentative roll of his hips, and she let out a sweet cry. He willed himself to not let go; it had been so long since he’d allowed himself to indulge, the sheer feeling of her around him was enough to drive him over the edge.

“Ominis, I love you,” she gasped, her lips dragging against his skin.  It bordered on overstimulation for him. He pressed his forehead against hers, hooking an arm under her leg to pull it up higher.  Her hips were rolling in tandem with his, barely letting him withdraw.  The sound of their union filled the room; just their gasps and moans, the sound of their skin against one another.  

Ominis rolled them over onto their side, rutting against her. “I’m going to–I can’t hold back any longer,” he said, his voice hoarse. He quickly withdrew from her, a soft whine emitting from her lips.  Ominis shattered, choking as his seed spilt between the two of them.  He could feel the stickiness coating her stomach.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped, turning red. “I didn’t think I’d finish so quickly.” he said sheepishly.

She dragged his hand to her cheek; he could feel it go round as she smiled. “We have all day, don’t we?”

“Gods, I love you.” Ominis panted, drawing her close for a kiss.  His emotions were like a dam; now open, he couldn’t help but spill sentiments of his adoration for her.  It had been three years since he’d told someone he loved them.  Despite how foreign the word was in his vocabulary, saying it to her felt right.

He had a finite amount of time to do so anyways, he thought.

After a few moments to breathe, Ominis shifted onto his knees, his limbs tangled in the sheets. “Here,” he murmured, flipping her onto her stomach. 

“What are you doing?” she asked, the sentence tipped with curiosity.

Ominis straddled her naked thighs, leaning down to kiss the curve of her neck.  He smiled as her breath caught. 

“You didn’t finish, so I’ve a job to do.” He nipped her earlobe, relishing her shriek.  He left open mouthed kisses down her shoulder blades, massaging her skin as he made his way down her back.  He gently kissed down her spine, his cock hardening again in record time as he made his way down to her bottom. His fingers drummed against her cheeks, spreading them as he slipped the head of his cock into her soaking wet cunt.  She let out a desperate, filthy sound as he slowly rolled his hips again. 

“You’re mad,” she laughed.

“I’m in love,” Ominis replied.

“I’m starved,” his houseguest announced. “We skipped breakfast and lunch altogether.”

Ominis groaned, untangling himself from the sheets. They’d spent the better half the day laying with one another, exploring each other’s bodies.  He wouldn’t lie–his legs felt like jelly. But it was all worth it in the end, listening to her gasps beneath him.

The last hour had been his favorite though.  Well worn from their lovemaking, the two of them laid in the bed with their fingers laced together. Ominis had never found it difficult to converse with her before, but with all of his walls broken down, the words had never come easier.  He spoke freely about his family, his disdain for his older brother.  He talked about his childhood, recounting memories once only known to Sebastian, Anne, and Noctua.  

She’d done the same for him–finally, she critiqued her father, who’d landed her in the awful situation in the first place.  She spoke of her loneliness, how she’d loved growing up cultured and well-traveled, but that she’d missed a vital part of her childhood not having the chance to go to Hogwarts with her peers.  She’d long felt resentful of her parents for keeping her away.

“Do you think we would’ve been friends?” she’d asked quietly. “If I’d gone to school with you.”

“I hope we would have,” Ominis pursed his lips. “Would’ve helped to have a friend that was good at herbology.  Maybe I would’ve passed my OWLs.”

They laughed together; it had been too long since he’d shared honest joy with a woman. Ominis ran his fingers through her long curls, and she drummed hers against the planes of his chest.  It was only when their stomachs collectively growled that she acknowledged her hunger. Ominis, being the gentleman he was, wrapped a sheet around his body as he trudged over to the door.  He shuddered as he grabbed his wand, adjusting back to his version of sight.  Disarming the silencing charm on the room, he turned back to her on the bed.

“I’ll brave the kitchens,” he announced. “Bring us some food.”

“I’ll be here,” she echoed.  

Ominis brazenly paraded through the house with just the sheet wrapped around his waist.  Golly normally left snacks out in the butler’s pantry for them to snatch throughout the day; he’d grab a basket, fill it with their bounty before running back up to his lover.

“Master Ominis,” he heard a feeble voice.

Ominis whirled around, raising his wand.  He blushed, realizing that Golly was seeing him in such a state of undress.  

“Golly, I’m sorry–”

“Master Ominis has received an owl from his brother, sir.” the house-elf said wistfully. “It came this morning, but master and his guest were rather busy , and Golly thought better than to interrupt.”

Ominis blinked. “From Marvolo?”

“Yes, sir.” Golly gulped. “He’s requesting Master Ominis return to London.  With your guest.”

Ominis furrowed his eyebrows. “When?”

“Next week.  Asked that the young miss prepare for a week-long stay.”

Ominis’s knees went weak, and he staggered against the door frame. “Thank you, Golly.  I’ll respond to him later.”

“Yes, sir.  Shall Golly bring some provisions upstairs?” she asked meekly.

“Er, yes. If you could–leave them outside the door.” Ominis said, swallowing thickly.  “And don’t tell her.  I’d like to explain it to her myself, tomorrow.”

Golly hummed in agreement, and Ominis tightened the sheet around his waist.  No, he didn’t want to ruin the day they’d just shared.  Telling her about Marvolo’s letter would only leave a stain on the rest of the afternoon, sullying the memories they’d made together.  He trudged up the stairs, gripping his wand tightly.  All he wanted was to be back in the safety of their room, any thoughts of the future far, far away from them.

“No food?” his houseguest whined.  He could tell she was pouting as he shut the door behind him, dropping his wand back onto the table.

“Golly said she’ll bring us some provisions.” He sighed, dropping the sheet onto the ground as he clambered over to her.  He was well known for his grace, but something about her made him stumble in his tracks.

“You must have frightened the poor thing,” she cooed, drawing him into her arms. “I can get the food from the door.”

Ominis leaned into her touch, digging his face into her neck.  She laughed again, the sound sparkling and bright.

“You were only gone for a few minutes, Ominis.  I’m right here.”

She wouldn’t always be.

“I know,” Ominis assured her. “Just want to be close to you.”  He pressed a kiss against the curve of her neck, swallowing down his feelings. 

Love was cruel, he thought to himself. Everything he loved was always taken away; despite the happiness it gave him, Ominis knew to expect the twist of a knife.  Aunt Noctua, who’d perished in the most barbaric trap.  Anne, who’d withered away in his arms.

Perhaps this time it could be different.  He could talk to Marvolo, reason with him.  Ominis would stand up for himself, for her.

“Are you even listening?” she huffed.

Breaking out of his thoughts, Ominis tilted his head up. “Of course,” he murmured.  He pressed another kiss to her salty skin, settling back into her arms.

[wellthebardsdead]

Sylas: *soaked to the bone, carrying Taliesin across the shallow water of the cave after getting air back in the high elfs lungs* I didn’t realise that little stream would turn into a barreling spider infested rapid over the last few hundred years. *huffs before looking down at his beloved* hey, stay with me now.

Taliesin: *nearly drowned after the group got swept up through the rapids. Long dark hair wet and wavy after being tossed and twirled from his usual neat ponytail* mm… *rests his head against his chest and sighs* thank you for saving me…

Sylas: *gently sits him down on dry land* shhh, id die myself before I let you go. *sets his pack beside him and pulls a dry blanket from it* let’s rest here. The entrance to the chantry is just ahead. I’ll see if the way is op-

???: Hello?… who goes there?

Lucien: I- someone else is here?

Kaidan: another vampire?

Inigo: no I’d smell it if it was- they smell like-

Serana: Sylas?… friend?…

Sylas: *face visibly paling with a look of dread and posture tight* …

Taliesin: my love?… *reaches up and strokes his cheek*

Sylas: *shakily places his hand to his and squeezes it before turning slowly to face where auriels light shines through the darkness of the cave* … *steps forward and sheepishly sets foot into its rays, his back to the group, and face to the voice* g-Gelebor?…

???: Cygnet?… is that you?… *slowly steps into view revealing themselves to be another, older snow elf*

Sylas: *feeling like he can’t breathe, like his heart froze in his chest and his lungs shrivelled to ash. His eyes firmly locked on the knight Paladin he’d always secretly known was his real father, unable to speak, to answer, just frozen in a conflicted stance between wanting to cry with joy for seeing him, or weep in shame of the Mer he’d grown up to be* its…

Gelebor: *steps closer, eyes growing softer as the realisation dawns on him of who he’s talking to, and tears welling up within them as the memory of a small little elven boy floods his mind* Its you…

Sylas: *tries to speak proud with his chest like Gelebor always taught him to but can only manage a broken fragile sob* c-can I call you dad now?…

Gelebor: Son- *steps forward and pulls him into a tight warm hug* my boy, my little Cygnet.

*a few hours later*

Sylas: *laying in one of the now cleaned guest rooms after defeating his uncle* …

Taliesin: *sits beside him on the bed and smiles warmly down at him* you have a father now huh?…

Sylas: *nods, smiling up at him with a tired smirk* he likes you… he’s glad I found you.

Taliesin: well that makes two of us~ *leans down kissing his lips as he joins him amongst the furs* soooo, when we’re you going to tell me your real name was Cygnet~? My big handsome swan~

Sylas: *rolls his eyes* when are you going to tell me your real name~?

Taliesin: When sanguine achieves a month of sobriety if you keep asking~

[thesummerrtriangle]

@gingerrpenguin don't think this was exactly what you were looking for but still! it's been a long time since i've written, and this unfortunately didn't turn out that good:

It was the middle of the night, a time where ghosts, vampires and miscellaneous ghoulies prowled the streets. It was a time of terror, in which both men and children alike dared not venture out of their houses, fearful of whatever horrors lay outside.

And also, apparently, the time when wizards broke into houses to stare creepily at children. 

Val blinked harshly a couple of times, and rubbed her eyes, just to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Nope, the scene still unfolded before her. Alastair still was frozen, crouched over Erwyn’s newborn baby girl, his expression looking mighty similar to that of a kid who had been caught with his hands in the cookie jar. His cloak was pulled ominously over his hair, which lent itself for a rather comical sight, because his cloak was not hooded. A half-mad grin was still on his face, and Val was rather tempted to punch it off of his face.

Oh wait, she wildly thought as neither of them still made a move, too surprised at the other’s presence, was Alastair a creep who actually liked stalking kids? He didn’t really seem like the type, her brain ran faster, her inner voice growing a tinge hysterical, but nobody like that actually seems like the type until they do!

Somewhere, an owl hooted. 

That seemed like the signal for both of them to finally move, as Alastair straightened, removing his hands from the vicinity of the child. Good, thought Val, otherwise she might have to chop them off.

“Val,” Alastair said hesitantly, a friendly smile on his face, looking every bit the charmer he was renowned to be, “I swear this isn’t what it looks like.”

“Really?” Val asked, forcing a sweet smile on her face so as to not reveal her true feelings. “So you weren’t staring creepily at my baby niece?”

“No!” Alastair nearly tripped over himself to deny. “I would never- well actually,” he tapered off, a thoughtful look on his face. 

“Alastair.” Val kept smiling, gritting her teeth. “What were you doing.”

A familiar fire entered the wizard’s grey eyes, as he nearly vibrated out of his skin in excitement. A mad grin overwhelmed his face, and Val was reminded a bit too late that Alastair and Amara were friends. I swear, the idea flashed through her mind, if this turns out to be some crazy experiment, I will defenestrate him, wizard or not. 

“I am so glad you asked,” the words were spilling out in full speed as he rambled and rambled. “See, you are an elf.” He paused, as if waiting for her answer.

“Yes?” Val said, confused whether an answer was expected from her or not. “I thought that was-”

“Therefore, you must have no idea of what I’m about to detail next!” Alastair steamrolled past, with no regard of letting her complete her sentence. Val crossed her arms and huffed. Rude. “You see- you know not the torture of growing old, of feeling your joints creak and squeak, of feeling your memory and eyesight and hearing deteriorate. Of having reminders that no matter how strong or great or powerful you are, you are in the end- human.”

He sobered. “However,” his voice quieted down, and his eyes grew downcast, as if he had been told some sorrowful news. “I do.”

“Alastair.” Val repeated, feeling hysterical giggling threaten to bubble out of her. “You’re the same age as Amara.”

Alastair looked up, tilting his head like a puppy. “I know?” he asked, puzzlement coloring his tone for one second, before he frizzled up (again, quite like a puppy), “You dare question my love for my beloved, my darling Amara?” 

“No, no,” Val waved away his angry ramblings that had slowly evolved into muttered gibberish. “The point is, you are twenty one years old.”

“Yes.” Alastair nodded. 

“I might not be a doctor, but I don’t think you’re supposed to get joint pain when you’re twenty one years old.”

Alastair froze, before coming up to her, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her hard enough for her brain to start rattling around in her head. “Like I said, you wouldn’t know!”

Despite being shorter than her, he still managed to be intimidating. She had to commend him. “I had not expected you or Cassandra to sympathize! That is why I had to break in through Erwyn’s window in the middle of the night to feed her my soul! Of course,” he released her, starting to pace, “it would only work once. However if I keep doing this to infants, they will grow older, and I will grow younger!”

He laughed, a truly unhinged sound.

The baby woke up, blinking up at the ceiling. 

Both of them froze.

By some miracle, the baby did not cry, merely turning over before going back to sleep. The both of them released a sigh of relief.

Alastair looked at her, a hint of sympathy in his eyes. He took in her disheveled hair, the dark eyebags under her eyes, and her rumpled clothes. “Tough time?” he asked.

“You can’t even imagine,” Val responded, a small smile making its way onto her face. 

Alastair hummed in sympathy. “This is the reason why Amara and I are never having kids,” he stated.. 

“Is that so?” Val asked, trying to convey through her tone how she was not the littlest bit interested. 

Alastair, the bastard with no sense of social cues, just nodded. 

“Eitherways, back to the topic, are you actually insane, Alastair?” Val hissed, stomping up to him, and jabbing a finger towards him. “Do you truly not see the logical flaws in this ‘grand plan’ of yours?”

Alastair huffed, looking like the picture of serenity. “Of course, I had not- “ he started, but she was having none of it. She grabbed his cheek, and pulled, ignoring the whispered yelps of pain. 

“You absolute moron!” she barely stopped herself from shouting. Honestly, where does Amara find these people? (She ignored the fact that she was also one of ‘these people’) “If the babies get older, you get younger! As in, you would physically get younger! Do you see the problem?”

Alastair froze, no longer showing any signs of fright. She huffed, letting his cheek go. The wizard was frozen; his cloak had fallen down from his head, his dark hair glinting in the moonlight.

“Do you see now, you idiot of a wizard?” Val repeated. Alastair nodded, jerkily. 

“Good,” she smiled, and grabbed him by the wrist and began pulling him out of the room. “Now, let’s go downstairs, and tell Erwyn what you were doing. And after that, we call Amara, and tell her too.”

Alastair was too in shock to respond. However if he were in a conscious state, Val was sure he’d be begging her not to tell Amara. After all, she shivered, that woman was scary when angry.

[kuroneko1815]

Spoilers for Non-linearly linear love story series

Aka the Time Travelling Prince series. This was something I’ve always wanted to do for one of my fics, the plot that is. This is the rough first draft!

Penelope fell pregnant early on in their marriage, there was no doubting Callisto’s virility. The young Imperial couple were delighted with the news of their impending parenthood, the two of them immediately set about transforming Callisto’s former palace.

However, problems began to arise as the pregnancy continued. Penelope had horrible morning sickness which hadn’t caused alarm at first but as the days passed and she grew noticeably thinner, it left everyone feeling ill at ease. Callisto who knew about the future, about Judith and Roxanne wanted to be confident but he couldn’t. Not in the face of his beloved wife’s suffering.

It all came to a head when the Empress collapsed and the Doctor had told him that the prognosis wasn’t good. The years spent under the abusive care of the Eckarts had left her weak and her health fragile. Callisto spent that day locked in their room, crying as he prayed for a miracle. All the years he’d waited to meet her, the future he’d lived through in his time jumps, all of it was slipping away in that moment.

When the Duke of Eckart had heard about Penelope’s condition, he and Reynold had arrived in order to see her and reassure themselves that she would be fine but they were denied entry. The Emperor refused to let these people who claimed to be her family see her, they who had abused and mistreated his wife, who had turned a blind eye as she was fed spoiled food or sentenced to house arrest within her room without food and water for days, they had caused this.

Cedric dealt with the Ducal family as politely as he could, heading them off because he knew the Emperor would no doubt do something drastic if he was faced with his in-laws while the Empress was in such a state.

In the weeks that passed, Callisto rarely left his wife’s side, tending to her while he did his paperwork at her bedside. Only appearing in court when necessary and completely ignoring the Duke and his inquiries as to his daughter’s health. Penelope slipped in and out of consciousness, when she was awake, the Emperor would immediately rush to her side, no matter what he was doing at the time.

Callisto feared that he would lose Penelope. And as she grew weaker by the day, his fears grew more until the day she gave birth. There was a moment when Penelope’s heart stopped, her breath still, they managed to restore her breathing but it did nothing to stop her seizure. Callisto stood to the side, frozen in fear as he held Judith in his arms. His first friend and eldest daughter wailed loudly but even as he rocked her, tears in his eyes, his eyes remained on the crisis happening right in front of him.

The Baroness who had been present, brought a chair over for him and led him to sit on the chair and offered to take Judith but he declined, holding her tight, wanting something to anchor him to the reality of the present and give him hope that things would turn out okay, that the future wasn’t some dream he’d had but the reality of the life they had yet to live.

When Penelope was finally brought to a stable condition, the Doctors cautioned him that it would take awhile before she would be recovered and that she should be kept calm and relaxed. They were also unsure when Penelope would wake up (if she even would).

“Your Majesty,” The Baroness called out softly, breaking him from his stupor and inner conflict.

Callisto turned to her, wordlessly, his arms were still full of the newborn in his hands. He’d never seen Judy this small before.

“We need to look for a wet nurse for the Crown Princess.”

He froze. “Penelope wants to nurse her.”

The Baroness smiled sadly. “The Empress isn’t in a state to nurse the Princess.” Her voice gentle. “We can’t let the Princess starve. When she awakens, the Empress will be able to nurse her then.”

He stared at his daughter and then at his wife. Penelope had begged him weeks ago to choose their daughter should it come down to it but he had pushed it away, redirected the flow of conversation because he refused to even think it… but now… Judy needed to be fed. “Find someone quickly.”

A wet nurse was procured within the hour. Cedric and the Baroness had predicted that something like this would happen and so they had prepared for it.

-

-

The Duke and Reynold Eckart arrived once more and found themselves to still be barred entry. When they persisted, the Emperor allowed them in but he had the little Princess taken away first.

He showed them Penelope and her condition. Threw the cruelest of words and accusations. “She’s like this because of what she suffered under your care.” He spat out bitterly. “My darling wife, everything she went through while living with you, everything you missed or pretended not to see.”

He showed them the consequences of their actions and the Ducal family left without having seen the Imperial Princess. Their hearts heavy with guilt.

-

-

Penelope awoke a week later. She was happy to finally greet her daughter and she weakly apologized to her husband for the worry and anguish she’d no doubt caused.

When Penelope realized she couldn’t nurse her daughter, at least, not for the moment, she burst into tears, her hormones wreaking havoc as she felt like she was a failure to not have been there for the first days of her baby’s life.

Callisto drew her into his arms and soothed her. “It’s alright love, you aren’t a failure.” He whispered. “These were circumstances beyond your control.”

When she kept crying, Callisto tried again. “You just need to get better before you can nurse her. And I promise you, you’ll be a good mother because you love her so much and want only what’s best for her. So just focus on healing, alright?”

She nodded and let herself relax in his arms. Watching the baby sleep from the bassinet that Callisto had placed on their bed.

It’s still a toss up whether this would be for the next fic in the series since I don’t know if it’ll be a one shot or a chapter by chapter fic.

[transingthoseformers]

I am very fond of the Quintessons, mostly because my favorite Transformers Era is Season 3 of G1 so incredibly biased and I loved Quintessa's design in Bayverse. More lore! It's a pretty productive sick day, since I'm turning my notes into fairytales. Sorry if their a little stodgy sounding. I read The Silmarillion way too often and it definitely impacted how I write myth and lore.

THE GREAT GIFTS

The celebration that welcome the Quintessons lasted thirteen days and thirteen nights. Cybertronians and Quintessons interacted happily exchange stories and gifts and friendship. The First Born, who named herself Quintessa to honor her Creator, was welcomed directly into the homes of the Thirteen who greeted her as they would have their brother and Prima gave her Quintus's seat at their table. They marveled at the new strange forms the Quintessons took as she marveled at they and their people’s ability to change shape, some taking aspects of the Quintessons into their own forms during their time together.

Gifts were exchanged each day and on the final day, Quintessa presented them herself. The highest of these gifts among them though were reserved for the Thirteen, built solely by Quintessa’s hands.

Before the Thirteen’s eyes these gifts transformed into small Cybertronians with frames smaller even than Minibots. Quintessa introduced them as Mini-Cons, her first creation to serve and foster among the Cybertronians as an everlasting show of the link between their people. Each gift was specially crafted to assist and amplify each Prime’s power. All accepted them graciously and only Micronus and Liege Maximo remained somewhat wary of them, but did not turn away their new companions.

Each artifact’s component pieces in turn swore allegiance to their Prime beginning great and long lasting friendships. Or so it seemed.

For Megatronus, she gifted the Requiem Blaster. From the blaster came the single Mini-Con, Requiem who swore herself as Megatronus partner in combat forever more. Moved by her fierceness, Megatronus dropped to his own knees and swore himself to be her partner and helpmate in all things forever more. They became the first Conjunx Endura swearing themselves to each other and going forth in many fierce battles against Spawn leftover from the First War against Unicron in defense of their people.

For Prima, she gifted the Star Saber and Skyboom Shield. Assistants to him and his focus on law and order they worked with him and his administrators to formalize society and shared rules among newborn Cybertron. A great respect was shared between them, though they remained somewhat aloof.

For Micronus, she gifted the Apex Armor. The components were the largest Mini-Cons, larger even than Micronus and once they separated did not form again as instead of armor Micronus missed Quintus's companionship and found traces of his brother in them. They all took great joy in their friendship, never wearing the armor as intended. They became near indistinguishable from his thriving chaotic nest of Minibots, only standing out by the distinct audial horns the Twins possessed.

For Vector, she gifted the Frozen Watch. This watch was the Mini-Con Scorpia serious and grounded and clever, she froze time linking Vector back to the present so he did not loose himself in the infinite. She grounded him and settled him in ways no one could and he revered and honored her, leading slowly to a blooming affection and eventually romantic love. They are the second Conjunx Endura.

For Solus, she gifted the Creation Lathe. It’s six components became her Torchbearers and closest confidantes with whom she’d plan her ideas and help her focus and execute them. With them she raised her beloved students and built her greatest and longest lasting achievements. To them she bore her Spark and they all claimed themselves as Amica Endura, forming the first Sorority.

For Alchemist, she gifted the Ten. A helpmate and friend the two experimented and laughed daily. Ten had clever hands and was a well of creativity, able to transformers into a great vat to brew in.

For Onyx, she gifted the Triptych Mask. The somber triplets become children to Onyx doted on and squirreled away among his many formed children, their own animalistic forms never once thought of oddly.

For Nexus, she gifted the Omni-Saber.

For Adaptus, she gifted the Scythe.

For Epistemus, she gifted the Cortex Helm.

For Mortilus, she gifted the Ledger of the Departed.

For Liege Maximo, she gifted the Chaos Edge.

Of these last five their names were lost as they themselves were in the War that would erupt between the siblings. But this was not yet known and the partings at the end of this celebration was joyful.

Fr i was *just* talking about bayverse Quintessa with someone earlier! The Quintessons fascinates me because of not only how unique they are, but how big of an impact they have on everyone/everything around them.

Of course, it started off with gifts and celebration. That tracks.

It's so interesting how both the Quintessons abd Cybertronians are curious about each other's forms

Mmmhm and the minicons come into play

Interesting to see how closely Megatronus took to Requiem, considering what I know of Megatronus prime.

It's super duper interesting to see how the minicons become/start a Big Thing for the various primes, I'm staring at Solus yes yes

Damnnn makes sense some parts of the tale were lost to time, after all that tends to happen

[lix88888]

Gingham

"Oh, you poor thing!"

Doroth-Ink put his hand over his chest with a sad look on his face; just seconds before, our plucky protagonist was skipping along the Rainbow Brick Road, just as Dream the Good Wizard of the North had told him, and then his beloved dog Toby started pulling at his blue gingham dress, directing him towards a frozen black-boned skeleton. He needed to be helped!

"He's all stuck! We need to find him some oil!" "What could oil do, Doroth-Ink?" said Sci, his companion. "My silly, no-brained friend, he's obviously rusted and needs to be oiled, so can move smoothly again!" Doroth-Ink said, looking around for what he needed.

Sci rubbed the general area where his the bridge of his nose would be, if he had one (a nose, not a bridge). "Doroth-Ink, for the last time, when I said I don't have a brain I meant it in a purely physiological way, I'm a skeleton! It doesn't mean I'm dumb, you ALSO don't have a brain!" "Well, that's very rude of you to say."

Sci took a deep breath.

"And besides, look at him, he has a reboot bar over his head, he doesn't need oil, just time." Doroth-Ink, however, ignored him, as he had found an oil can. Just as the bar was approaching 100%, out protagonist grabbed the can and dumped it all over the frozen skeleton, who sputtered and fumbled.

"𝕎𝓱ａt t𝓱乇 千𝓾ᶜķ?!(WHAT THE FUCK?!)" "It worked, I saved him!"

The formerly frozen skeleton turned to look at his saviour with a glare. "𝕎𝓱σ t𝓱Ｅ ⓕ𝕌𝓬𝕂 ＡяＥ 𝕪σ𝕌?!(Who the fuck are you?!)" "I'm Doroth-Ink! And who are you, friend?" "千𝕌𝓬𝕂 σⓕⓕ!(Fuck off!)" "What an interesting name! And why were you stuck, Fuck Off?"

The black-boned skeleton looked at Doroth-Ink in disbelief, unsure of whether he was being made fun of, and at that point Sci sighed and came closer.

"He really is like this, don't mind him. My name is Sci. Do you need help?" "𝕎𝓱𝕪 Ⓦσ𝕌𝔩𝓭 ι ŇＥＥ𝓭 𝓱Ｅ𝔩ｐ ⓕяσ爪 𝕪σ𝕌 ⓌＥ𝐢я𝓭σş?!(Why would I need help from you weirdos?!)" "Hey, just because he doesn't have a brain, it doesn't mean he's weird!"

Once again, the black-boned skeleton was stunned, and he said: "𝓱Ｅ'ş Ａ ş𝕂Ｅ𝔩ＥtσŇ, σⓕ 𝓬σ𝕌яşＥ 𝓱Ｅ 𝓭σＥşŇ't 𝓱ＡѶＥ Ａ ᵇяＡ𝐢Ň.(He's a skeleton, of course he doesn't have a brain.)" "Thank you, someone gets it. Doroth-Ink, he's obviously fine, let's continue on our way, before Nightmare finally catches up to us." "ภ𝐢Ｇ𝓱t爪ＡяＥ?(Nightmare?)" the black-boned skeleton finally looked interested "ａş 𝐢Ň, t𝓱Ｅ 𝕎𝐢𝓬𝕂Ｅ𝓭 𝕎𝐢𝓏Ａя𝓭 σⓕ t𝓱Ｅ 𝕎Ｅşt?(As in, the Wicked Wizard of the West?)" "The one and only." Sci answered "We need to reach the Omega City and deliver-" "These shoes!"

Doroth-Ink slightly turned his hips, showing that, indeed, he has a pair of shoes attached to his waist with some rope. "Doroth-Ink, I told you to put them on your feet!" "I don't like wearing shoes!" "ａŇ𝓭 Ⓦ𝓱𝕪 ＡяＥ t𝓱ＥşＥ ş𝓱σＥş şσ 𝐢爪ｐσяtＡŇt?(And why are these shoes so important?)"

Sci froze, hearing the covetous tone of the stranger, and while Doroth-Ink obliviously started rambling about the ruby shoes, he took a closer look at the man. Suddenly noticing the blue markings on his face, he pulled Doroth-Ink away, frantically telling him: "Doroth-Ink, don't you see! This is the Error, the Heartless Destroyer! You need to fight him!"

Doroth-Ink didn't react how Sci expected him too (by taking a battle stance and subdue the opponent like Sci knew he could) but instead his pupils turned into stars.

"Heartless?" "Yes, he-" "That means he doesn't have a heart?!" "Ye- Wait, no, no, no don't even think about it-" "He's just like you!" "He's nothing like me!" "We need to bring him with us to the Omega City, so he can get a heart!" "No, this is a horrible-" "ａ ＧяＥＡt 𝐢𝓭ＥＡ!(A great idea!)"

Error came closer and, with a razor sharp smile, put a hand over his forehead in a dramatic pose. "ι яＥＡ𝔩𝔩𝕪, яＥＡ𝔩𝔩𝕪 ⓌＡŇt Ａ 𝓱ＥＡяt, şσ ι 𝓬ＡŇ ⓕＥＥ𝔩 𝔩σѶＥ ＡŇ𝓭 ＡⓕⓕＥ𝓬t𝐢σŇ ＡŇ𝓭 Ａ𝔩𝔩 t𝓱σşＥ σt𝓱Ｅя… ⓕ𝕌𝓏𝓏𝕪 ⓕＥＥ𝔩𝐢ŇＧş(I really, really want a heart, so I can feel love and affection and all those other... fuzzy feelings)" "Oh you poor thing!" Doroth-Ink exclaimed, seemingly on the verge of tears "Don't you worry, we'll bring you with us, and I'll make SURE you meet the Wix of the Omega City and get a perfect heart!"

Sci opened his mouth to object, but the Destroyer ran his finger over his neck, making him uncomfortably realize that he, Doroth-Ink and Error were in the middle of the woods, isolated from everything, and Doroth-Ink currently had his back turned as he skipped back to the Rainbow Road. Sci closed him mouth.

"Come on you guys! We need to go see the Wix!"

We're off to see the Wix The wonderful Wix of Oz

[nyxicnymph]

Extended Hand, Extended Heart

Ayaka/Nilou

General audiences.

Written as a Christmas gift for my dearly beloved @eenochian ! Merry Christmas, my love!

Summary: The Kamisatos are hosting another festival on Rito Island, and guests are coming from all over Teyvat. Ayaka meets someone special. 1808 words.

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Ayaka nervously smoothed down the front of her dress, her nerves finally getting the best of her. Ayato, the entire Yashiro Commission, really, had been planning this international cultural festival for almost a year now. Ayaka really didn’t want to be the one to ruin it all.

The first guests to arrive were from Liyue. Members of the Liyue Qixing like the Tianqiang and Yuheng were among them. Ayaka could have sworn that there were two half adepti in the crowd, their horns and antlers being just too real to be headpieces. Even a funeral parlor was represented, by a young woman who made a beeline for the Yuheng, and a tall man with amber eyes who kissed the hand of the ship’s captain before making his way over to his employer and the other Qixing.

Then came guests from Mondstadt. Many of the Knights of Favonius, including Albedo and Klee, who Ayaka waved extra hard at, and another child, with cat ears, that seemed to be friends with Klee. Albedo introduced another guest to Ayaka briefly, a shy young lady by the name of Sucrose.

Even Aether showed up, bringing a guest of his own from Liyue. The two young men didn’t stay out in the crowd very long, just long enough to greet Ayaka back, and introduce the second man as Xiao, an honored adeptus, but not fond of crowds. Then they left.

Even with Thoma’s help, Ayaka was beginning to flag. And there were still more ships scheduled to land today.

Thankfully, the guests from Sumeru would be the last ones of the day, leaving tomorrow for any other guests.

Ayaka straightened up as she saw the leaf shaped boats sailing in, and she smoothed back her hair. Just one more round of guests, and then she could go to the inn and sleep until the next morning.

Footsteps echoed on the wooden planks of the dock, and Ayaka curtsied.

“Welcome to Inazuma, guests. I am Kamisato Ayaka, your hostess.”

As she stood up again and opened her eyes, she froze. Literally. She could tell the ice beneath the dock had frozen over, and a tiny part of her mentally chided herself for losing control. But the rest of her was awestruck by the lady before her.

“I’m Nilou,” she introduced herself. “I am with Zubayr Theater. It is my honor to be here.”

Her clear blue eyes gazed gracefully into Ayaka’s own. Everything about her, actually, was graceful. Ayaka felt like a newborn kitsune next to this paragon of grace and elegance. Her red hair was tidy in its pigtails despite having just walked off a boat, her traveling clothes highlighting her figure, a dancer’s figure, her hand movements like crystalflies.

Thoma came to Ayaka’s rescue. “Ah, yes, welcome welcome. I will escort you to the inn. My lady, make sure you rest well before tomorrow,” he added to Ayaka. Ayaka caught his eye, and nodded. “Good, good. I’ll be on my way soon.”

Ayaka laid awake in her bed for quite some time that night. She couldn’t stop thinking about Nilou. Her eyes, her hair, her voice.

Ayaka felt her cheeks burning as she rolled over, desperately beating her brain into unconsciousness.

-The next day-

Ayaka took her place by the docks again the next morning, only for her brother to bump her away.

“Ayato!” She exclaimed. “What are you doing?” “Greeting my guests, Ayaka. I did organize this festival, after all. Go, enjoy yourself.” He turned to the guests coming up the docks. “After all, I had my fun yesterday, and we’ll have plenty of fun this next week. But it’s only fair to split the duties.”

He shooed her away, leaving her standing, quite bewildered, alone in the crowds.

Ayaka slowly turned towards the center of the festival, not quite sure of where she was going, but wandering anyway. It wasn’t often that she got time to just enjoy herself.

She made her way through the crowds, gracefully weaving through all the people. She spotted a cluster a little ways away. Curious, she changed course and walked that way.

People parted like water before her, and when she reached the front, it was like time stopped.

The Sumeru girl was there before her, dancing her heart out. Ayaka could feel the unrestrained passion Nilou had for her art, the endless hours of devotion and practice. Ayaka was breathless just watching.

And strangely moved. She desired that kind of passion, that kind of joy and pride in her own arts and hobbies.

Ayaka really wanted to join Nilou up there. She didn’t know the music, nor did she know the choreography, but she wanted to be up there with the dancer. Free, unrestrained, and happy.

Sometimes she wondered why she ended up with a Cryo Vision instead of Anemo.

That thought fled from her mind as Nilou’s dance slowed and then stopped. As she held her final pose, one of her troupe mates stepped forward.

“Is there anyone in the crowd who would like to dance with Nilou?” He asked, his gaze sweeping the crowd.

Unsurprisingly, many people in the crowd jumped at the chance, raising their hands, jumping up and down. Nilou finally released her pose, and began to scan the crowd. Ayaka waited to see who the dancer would choose, content to just watch Nilou do her thing.

Until suddenly, Nilou was in front of her. Ayaka’s breath hitched as she looked into Nilou’s eyes. Nilou held her hand out to Ayaka.

“I want you to dance with me.” She smiled softly. “I think you’ll look beautiful.”

Ayaka felt her face heat up, and for once was at a loss for words. But she gently placed her hand in Nilou’s, and let herself be pulled onto Nilou’s stage. Nilou removed her hand with a flourish, and Ayaka felt a twinge of disappointment.

“Just follow my lead, Miss Kamisato,” Nilou said.

“So you do remember me from yesterday,” Ayaka whispered as she began to mirror Nilou’s motions. Ayaka’s internalized perfectionism combined with her years of precision practice helped her out a bit, even though she was completely unfamiliar to this style of dance.

“Of course I remember you, not only did I meet you yesterday, but you would be hard to forget,” Nilou replied softly, stepping into a slow spin. “You are quite stunning.”

Ayaka almost tripped over herself. “I… I am?”

Nilou giggled. “Of course. And may I say, you are much better at this than I was expecting, my lady.”

Ayaka felt herself flush again. “I may not be familiar with this particular style, but I do understand the basics of dance.”

The music slowed, and so did their steps. Nilou drew close to Ayaka, looking calm, serene, and gorgeous. “I would like to see you again later, if that’s acceptable. Would you agree to meet me by the docks?”

The music was fading fast as Ayaka stammered out, “Yes.” Then, as the music stopped entirely, the two dancers stepped apart. Nilou curtsied, and Ayaka did as well.

As Ayaka prepared to leave the stage, Nilou whispered, “I’ll see you soon.”

Ayaka felt her face heat up again, and with a nervous smile and shaky wave, left the stage. As she re-entered the crowd, it dawned on her that all of the people around her had just watched her dance on stage with Nilou. The eyes of the crowd suddenly rattle Ayaka like they never have before, and she rushes away.

She finds Thoma first. Desperately, she asks, “Have you seen my brother recently? I am… possibly having a crisis.”

Thoma immediately set down his items, and turned to Ayaka. “Are you hurt? Are you being followed?” He stopped, then asked a different question. “Are you sick? Your face looks red!”

Ayaka covered her face. “Oh. No, I’m not sick, I’m just- Thoma… I-”

“Ayaka, are you all right?” Ayato said from behind them both.

“Ayato! Thank the Archons. I’m having a crisis.” Ayaka said, not without some extra dramatics.

“Oh? And what kind of crisis?”

Ayaka stood up straight and cupped her cheeks in her hands in a valiant effort to hide her blush. “I ended up dancing with this really pretty dancer and now she wants to meet me by the docks later! What do I do?!”

Ayato laughed, and Ayaka smacked him. “Stop laughing, I’m serious! I’ve never done this before!”

Ayato slowly stopped laughing. “Well, if you want my advice… Just go meet her.”

“But do I bring a gift? Do I change to a different dress? Thoma?”

Thoma raised his hands in defense. “Don’t ask me, I don’t know anything.” He pulled a face. “Just the same trite ‘be yourself’ motto everyone says in books.”

Ayato hummed. “If this is your first private meeting, I doubt you will want to gift anything more than some flowers. Maybe some Inazuma specialty flowers, since I assume the dancer is a foreigner.”

Ayaka tucked a stray hair from behind her ear. “She’s from Sumeru.”

Thoma stammered, “Sumeru?! Ayaka-”

“Where she’s from doesn’t matter! Okay, so. Flowers, I can do flowers. Thank you, Ayato!” She ran off to find the best flower vendor at the festival.

Lucky for the lady of the Kamisato Clan, the best flower vendor at the festival was not too far from the docks. She purchased a medium bouquet, filled with a variety of Inazuma’s local flora. She waved at Aether’s Adeptus partner, who was purchasing a bouquet of his own alongside the girl with blue hair and horns who was also from Liyue, then took a moment to compose herself. When she was ready, she started her trip to the docks.

The sun has reached it’s zenith, and the docks are far from empty. This is not the most romantic scenario Ayaka could have dreamed of. Far from it. She could have invited Nilou to a candlelit dinner, or personally escorted her around the festival, buying her the best souvenirs, highest quality food, and showing her the best entertainment.

And yet.

Here she was.

Heart skipping a beat as she caught a glimpse of deep red hair. Breath stopping when she realized Nilou wasn’t wearing her headpiece. Freezing in place like her Vision had gone out of control when Nilou turned and made eye contact. Finally melting at her radiant smile.

She finally made it to Nilou, and shyly offered the bouquet. Nilou accepted with a smile, a “thank you”, and a soft blush. Ayaka felt a small flare of pride at finally getting Nilou flustered.

They stood on the docks for a moment, just like that. Finally, Ayaka took her chance.

This time, she was the one to extend a hand.

“May I escort you around the festival, Lady Nilou?”

Nilou flushed again as she accepted Ayaka’s hand with her free one. “Of course.”

-end-

[elsaedelweiss]

Sick after a collective mission - Falken, Narmer, Ollie, Drew, and Elliot

Written as a comfort fic and inspired by a short from Simon's Cat...

Inna submitted her ID card. "Welcome, Medical Ops Chief Inna!" The bars impeding her entrance shifted open. She retrieved her card and stepped through, stopping to grab her bag.

"Inna! Over here!"

She looked to the source of the call. Her friends and fellow Medical Ops Chiefs Vin, Gulla, Atepa and Aeria stood to the side. Vin waved her over, a wide grin on her face. Inna retuned her grin and waved before walking over.

"Good morning ladies! Any news from our partners?"

"None so far!" Said Atepa, her equine ears briefly laying flat on her head. "Though I'm sure they are fine and will return soon!" She added, ears returning to upright position.

"I hope so. I've been worried about them for a few days now... Especially for Narmer," said Gulla, her canine ears lowering. "He may be intelligent but he also tends to be reckless at times."

"Hence why Raven agreed to lend him and Ollie a hand by sending Drew, Elliot and Falken!" Said Vin, her hummingbird wings fluttering faster. "So there would be plenty of people to keep him in check!"

"I agree! Those three are known for their level-headedness!" Added Aeria, her serpentine tail flicking.

Inna smiled, her own cat tail flicking back and forth. "I agree with you, Vin and Aeria! I also have a feeling we'll have news soon enough!"

"Good news, I hope!" Said Gulla.

"They will be!" Assured her Atepa. "Relax, cousin!"

"I agree with my older sis! Relax, Gul!" said Aeria.

Just then, the intercom system activated. "Medical Ops Chief Inna! Medical Ops Chief Atepa! Medical Ops Chief Aeria! Medical Ops Chief Vin! Medical Ops Chief Gulla! Report to the Medical Ops Wing!"

The group looked to one another. They took off trying to walk as quickly yet calmly as possible. Within minutes they reached the Medical Ops Wing. Clara and Heng Yue greeted them at the door. "Good morning, Medical Ops Chiefs!"

"Good morning Head Medics Clara and Heng Yue!"

The two Head Medics smiled reassuringly. Neither had missed the way the group looked worried or the way their voices appeared calm yet with a note of concern. "Please come with us. Don't worry it's nothing to be concerned about."

The group fell in line behind the pair, each throwing a glance to the others. The Head Medics took them to a hospital room. The group could hear coughs coming from inside. The teo Head Medics stood at both sides and gestured. "Your assignments for the next couple of days await you inside!"

Bracing herself, Inna opened the door... She had to bite back laughter. Their partners and beloved lay on hospital beds. Each was sporting a red nose, slightly glassy eyes and a paler complexion. The group looked up at the opening of the door and froze looking like startled deer.

The rest of the group looked through the door... And they had to hold back their laughter. Atepa looked to Clara and Heng Yue. "Our assignments?"

"We figured they'd be more willing to follow orders from their partners," explained Clara, winking.

"Besides... We did promise Abigail and Raven that they would return to their respective places in prime condition as soon as possible..." said Heng Yue with a smile. "Especially after they had the recklessness to go out without proper weather attire and thus caught a cold."

Narmer tried to protest only for Falken to gently nudge him.

"We see. Well then..." Inna turned to the group of sick and cracked her fingers. "Let's get started!"

Clara and Heng Yue smiled. "We expect thorough reports at the end of the day!"

"Will do!" came the chorus. The Head Medics smiled and closed the door.

The group looked at one another and spread out. Aeria stopped by Ollie's bed. "So... What made you guys have the "recklessness to go out without proper weather attire"?"

Ollie looked a little embarrassed. He looked away before he sighed and looked back. "Our mission took us to the frozen tundra. I can't tell you much about what let us there... Besides that it included clues about my family's past and a connection to the Shadow Decree. "

Aeria lifted an eyebrow. "Leon...?"

"And the Artificial Esper Project," added Ollie.

"What happened?"

"We were staking out a potential Decree hideout which we believed held Leon and the latest people to have gone missing," said Falken. He sneezed turning away from Inna who was busy, checking him. She muttered a quick "bless you" and he thanked her before he continued. "We had been keeping watch and taking turns. It was Elliot's turn during our last night on the mission. It seemed to be going well..."

"Until Falken who had gone out to scout the area to keep vigil for potential animal treats saw that the Decree were trying to escape as quietly as possible from a hidden spot about a kilometre away," said Narmer. "We couldn't let that happen so we rushed out to intercept them."

"And in the process we forgot to get dressed for the cold weather..." added Drew, his ears lowering in embarrassment.

"Falken was the only one who was properly dressed but..."

"By the time the battle was over and we had managed to rescue everyone the rest were starting to sneeze and cough... I may have a strong immune system..."

"But even you can't handle an onslaught of rhinovirus particles coming from four sides.." finished Inna as she took out the stethoscope. "You know the drill, darling."

The High Commander nodded and lifted his shirt so she can check his respiratory system. Nearby Aeria and Vin were doing the same. In the meantime Atepa and Gulla checked their partners' heart rates. Once the examinations were over, Inna and Aeria pulled out their standard-issue PHS.

A few minutes later, a knock came at the door. Atepa got up and opened. Ye Suhua stood in the hallway. "Hi Atepa!"

"Hi!"

"Here's the medicine, Aeria and Inna asked for!"

"Thanks!"

"Please extend my well wishes to Commander Falken, Chief Drew, Archivist Elliot and our guests!"

"Will do! And can you do us a little favour?"

"Sure! What is it?"

"Can you go and ask the cooks to prepare five chicken soup portions? Just the way, our tended like them?"

"Of course!" With that, Ye Suhua left.

Atepa turned to the group, closing the door with one hand. "Medicine time!"

The sick looked up. They clearly didn't like the perspective of having to take medications. But if they want to get back on their feet as soon as possible...

"Oh, don't look so forlorn! Soon after, we'll be delivered bowls of nice hot chicken soup!"

Drew immediately perked up his ears going upright. Narmer tried to conceal his excitement but his wings gave him away. Elliot didn't change his expression but his ever-present paper cranes began to fly about more quickly than before. Falken didn't show his gladness save for his eyes glowing a bit brighter. Ollie let a faint smile play on his lips before he let his expression return to normal.

The girls handed out the medicine each patient cringing just a bit before swallowing their doses. Narmer coughed a little. "Do they always have to make medicine taste like horse manure?"

"Yes, they have to, darling," replied Gulla. "Otherwise people would be tempted to get sick all the time just to have a dose and this stuff is technically poison!"

"Point taken!" Said Narmer. He tried to settle in as best as he could given his wings. Gulla helped him by arranging the pillows. Just as she finished, the group could hear a knock at the door.

Aeria got up from the bed and opened. Ye Suhua stood, Lauren behind her. Each carried a tray with five bowls, steam rising from them. Besides the bowls was a smaller saucer heaped with macarons.

"Special delivery for room 199!" Said jokingly Ye Suhua!

Aeria grinned. "Thank you! Though I don't recall requesting dessert."

"Compliments from me to the patients and their caretakers! I figured some sweets will help the medicine go down easier!"

"That's very thoughtful of you Ye Suhua!" Said Aeria with a smile. "Thank you!"

"Anytime! Let me and Lauren know if you need anything else!"

"We will!" Aeria gestured to her sister Atepa. She got up to help in taking the trays.

"By the way send my well wishes to the patients!" said Lauren.

"We will!" promised Aeria.

With that the two siblings began to distribute the bowls while Ye Suhua closed the door. Each person gratefully took a bowl and spoon. Once everyone had a portion the group began to eat.

"I've tried hospital food at different times and places but I must admit..." said Ollie. "...this is the best chicken soup I've had so far!"

"I agree with you, Ollie!" added Narmer. "It can compete with the one my family's cook prepares!"

"You'd have to thank Drew for that!" said Atepa. "He's the one who oversaw how the cooks prepared the hospital food and taught them the recipes!"

Narmer looked with surprise to the Union Ops Chief. "Do tell?"

"I figured it would be easier for the patients to digest the necessary nutrients to get better if the food was more palpable!" explained Drew. "They probably feel bad enough as it is being in a hospital. The least the Union could do is make the food given to them not taste as worse as the medicine!"

Ollie smiled. "Considerate as always!"

"Was he like this back in the days?" asked Elliot.

"Indeed! He always made sure everyone felt comfortable and safe!" Ollie's smile turned wistful. "I won't lie. I still do miss the food you used to prepare when I was ill."

"Perhaps when we get better, Master Ollie ..." spoke Drew, his ears drooping in trepidation. "I could prepare some of the food I used to during those times."

"Only if those present get to try it!" said Ollie.

"They will! And thank you!"

Ollie nodded. The group finished their meal in silence before moving to the macarons.

"Whoa! These are awesome!"

"Agreed sis!"

"I've tried macarons before but these absolutely rock!"

"I agree, Vin!" concurred Gulla. "Where did she get these from?"

"That's what I'd like to know!" added Inna

"Krammer." explained Narmer. "The best bakery in the whole of Gyrate!"

"How do you know, Narmer?"

"I recognise the style and the taste! My mother would get me these whenever I was under the weather. Their cakes are just as good!"

Ollie sampled one. "You're right! The taste is definitely Krammer!"

Drew sniffed one and took a bite. He nodded in agreement. Falken cautiously sampled one. His eyebrows shot up.

"They're surprisingly pleasant! I expected them to be a lot more sweeter!" said the Union Commander.

Elliot covered up his smile. Falken raised an eyebrow at him. "You remind me of the first time I tried them at Ye Suhua's prompting. I was just as surprised!"

"You've tried them before?"

"Several times actually! She doesn't mind sharing her afternoon tea snack with me."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"She told me that one appreciates them better if they don't know what to expect."

Vin smiled. "Good point!"

"Indeed!" added Falken. "I can certainly see why they are her favourite food!"

The others nodded. Falken pulled out a paper tissues and discreetly blew his nose throwing the tissues in the bin in front of his bed before continuing to snack on the treats the others nit far behind.

Narmer yawned. "I'm feeling drowsy all of a sudden.."

Ollie covered his mouth. "Same here."

The girls looked to one another and smiled. Falken saw them.

"The medicine you gave us....It has sedative properties."

"Have I mentioned that you have the eyes and nimble mind of a falcon, Falken?" asked Inna.

"You have though the bit about the nimble mind is new..."

"We gave you such medicine on purpose. You guys need to sleep especially after the mission," explained Aeria.

"Besides it's not like you have any work to do at the moment!" Added Atepa.

"Touche!" said Ollie suppressing another yawn.

"Will you be leaving us to rest them?" Asked Drew. He stretched, covering his mouth before removing his monocle.

"Nope!" replied Atepa. "Settle in! We'll continue to heal you!"

Drew cocked an eyebrow but complied. The rest followed his example. Inna was the first to demonstrate what they meant. With a flick she turned into a fluffy black cat and climbed on the bed. Mindful of her claws she climbed up onto Falken's head and settled into a ball, purring loudly. He understood and careful as to not disturb her, settled under the covers. Vin was the next, shape shifting into a hummingbird and landing on Elliot's shoulder. He followed Falken's example and settled in as carefully as possible. Aeria followed suit, turning into a snake and wrapping herself around Ollie's head. He thanked her and tucked himself in careful not to hurt her. Atepa turned into a black pony. Drew smiled and settled in, letting her place her head on his chest.

Gulla was the last, shifting into a black dog and climbing on the bed. Narmer settled in placing his helmet and mask in the bedside table and getting under the covers. She laid her head on his chest, one of his hands coming to rest atop. Each of the group closed their eyes...

"Achoo!" "Meow?!" *THUMP*

The group snapped their eyes open in confusion. Falken looked sheepishly to the bin. Inna poked her head, a used tissue ball behind one ear.

"Sorry...!"

"No worries!"

The tissue ball fell to the floor...

Vin laughed out loud to the point she tumbled off Elliot's shoulder.

"So much for cats always landing on their feet, eh Inna?"

Inna looked to her friend... And also laughed.

"Indeed!"

One by one the others joined in the laughter. They kept laughing for a while throwing even more jokes into the mix. Many passing their room wondered what was so funny... Except for Clara and Heng Yue who only smiled and high-fived one another before proceeding.

[dailydoseoflhs]

OMG

PAIRINGS; idol!Heeseung x OC

GENRE; Fluff, One-shot

WARNING; None

NOTE; This is inspired by OMG of NEWJEANS! And the situation is vice versa. Just replace the pronoun of him/he to her/she as the song will be in Heeseung's perspective.

WORD COUNT; 817

SYNOPSIS: When Heeseung accidentally revealed that he is dating to the live making Gaeun panic as she don't want to reveal it to the public.

Gaeun opens her phone as she receive a notification from her phone. She opens her phone revealing that it's a notification from Weverse saying that ENHYPEN started their live. She wonders who is live.

When she opened the live, the first thing that she see is her boyfriend's smiling face. It's automatic to her that once she sees her lover's smile, her lips curls upwards too.

She listens to his soothing voice forgetting that she is actually in the campus of her university.

"Girl, you look crazy smiling to your phone! Do you have a boyfriend?" Hana asked

Hana receives no reply instead she look over Gaeun's phone revealing Lee Heeseung of ENHYPEN live.

"You and your small happiness." Hana sighed out

Hana sits down beside Gaeun, Gaeun acknowledged Hana's presence by putting the phone between them.

"Heeseung-ah, be my boyfriend for 10 seconds!" Heeseung read out loud, he chuckles.

"Yes." Heeseung agreed

Gaeun's smile drops but later on put it back as she knows that her boyfriend is very flirty towards the fans. Hana take notice of this, she wonders if her best friend is truly fine.

"Your smile dropped when he agreed. You need to stop daydreaming that he is yours, sweetie~" Hana said

"Hey! Nothing hurts when you dream!" Gaeun argued

The two best friends continued watching the live until a certain comment pops up.

"Are you doing fine?" Heeseung read out

"Yes, I am well being take care of." Heeseung replied

Gaeun froze on her spot, the wordings of Heeseung just reveal that he is dating.

[ OMG?! Heeseung is dating someone?! ]

[ Who is the lucky girl? ]

[ Maybe he is indicating the company?? ]

[ AWWWW! ]

Hana laugh as she notices her best friend's frozen state.

"Your oppa is dating someone, maybe in another life." Hana comforted

"Shut up." Gaeun replied

Heeseung quickly ends the live not minding the comments and did not even said goodbye to the fans.

Heeseung got called by his manager and Bang PD.

"I messed up..." Heeseung said

"It's fine, do you want to public your relationship?" Sejin asked

"I don't think Gaeun is ready for that. Hyung." Heeseung replied

"You really love her, don't you?" Bang PD asked

"Yes, my first and last love." Heeseung answered

Heeseung along with Sejin and Bang PD talk about the actions they will take about this matter.

It has been decided that they will confirm that Heeseung is dating someone and that someone will remain unknown for a period of time until they are ready to reveal themselves.

Heeseung flops on the couch.

"Hyung, you almost gave Gaeun noona a heart attack." Jungwon said

"How did you know?" Heeseung asked

"Group chat, Heeseungie hyung." Ni-Ki informed

"Oh yeah." Heeseung realized

[ Heeseung! ]

[ Lee Heeseung! ]

30 mentions and 10 miscalls from his beloved lover. Twitter trends are about him and his mysterious lover. He sighs.

"I will be going to Gaeun's." Heeseung said

"Good luck, hyung. You need it." Sunghoon teased

Gaeun who is sitting on the couch while scrolling down on twitter. She is scrolling down on the trends.

Heeseung and who

Heeseung dating?!

She giggles at the theories of the fans and some are very accurate. The scene where Heeseung is kissing his phone in one episode on ENHYPEN Episode is on point. It was her texting him to send her a good luck kiss because she is taking an exam that day.

*knock*

*knock*

Gaeun wonders who is visiting her at this time. She stands up and open the door revealing Heeseung with a cap and mask in all black outfit.

"Hi, love." Heeseung greeted

"Don't love me, you almost risked our relationship and your reputation!" Gaeun said as she drags him inside and locking the front door.

"I'm sorry, my love! It slipped out of my mouth, you know how much I love flexing you to everyone I know." Heeseung defended himself as he sits down on the couch while Gaeun stands in front of him.

"What is the decision?" Gaeun asked as fear and nervousness are evident in the tone of her voice. Heeseung pull Gaeun to him making her sit on his lap and hug her.

"I decided to reveal that I am dating someone but will not reveal that someone unless they are ready to." Heeseung assured

Heeseung hide his face on the crook of Gaeun's neck, she smiles at Heeseung's words. It's a small thing to anyone but it's a big thing for her.

Understanding each other is the important key to a strong and everlasting love.

"I forgive you." Gaeun said as she plays with Heeseung's hair.

"They keep asking me 'Who's she?'" Heeseung complained and Gaeun giggles, she keeps playing with his hair.

"I love you, my love." Gaeun said

"Shh, I love you more than love, my first and last love." Heeseung said

[thebrownssociety]

Winnie The Pooh - Blood And Honey Ideas.

Warning - descriptions of murder, mentions of killing and beloved childhood icons dying.

Right, so. For those of you who don’t know - Winnie The Pooh is now becoming a slasher movie called ‘Blood and Honey.’

Basically the plot is that Christopher Robin goes off to college and leaves Pooh and his friends for 5 years. When he returns with his fiancé it’s to find the forest is eerily empty...until the run into a axe-crazy Piglet and Pooh that is. 

After that a group of five random girls turn up to rent a cabin in the woods and Pooh and Piglet pick the off one by one. As far as I can see the girls serve no purpose except to be victims. 

So, I know we’re not meant to take this movie seriously. The director himself has apparently said we’re not meant to take it seriously. However my brain dissects characters, and I’m wondering...what the hell did it take to get Pooh and Piglet to the point where they’re serial killers!? So...

It’s been five years since C.R. was in the hundred acre woods, so that’s a timeframe to work with. Presumably last time he was there they didn’t look so horrific otherwise I think he’d have run out of there screaming. So it’s the fact he’s gone to college and stopped feeding them that caused them to go feral.

Except, why does he need to feed them? This is based off the original books during which the gang basically ate anything. However they live in a forest, which experiences seasons. I bet that when it got so cold the ground was frozen C.R. brought them food. I imagine he’s been doing that for many years, starting from 6, maybe?

I’m saying 6 because Wikipedia says this all happens when C.R. goes to college. In the U.K. you go to college/6th form at 16, then onto university which is what I think’s happened here. Two years at college, then three years at uni and during that point C.R. was either to far away from the woods to visit or was aware that his ‘childhood foibles’ were being more seriously looked at at possible lunacy and left them.

He’s left some food for them though, so the gang [Pooh, Piglet, Owl, Rabbit + Eeyore] don’t immediately starve, also as Christopher has gotten older they’re now used to being left for months at a time, the longest period at that point being a year.

So - five years:

End of year 1 - food run out. Gang getting worried about C.R. It’s decided they’ll try growing food. Eeyore is the main one who’s alright, as he eats plants and stuff. 

End of Year 2 - growing food is a bit of a 50/50 affair. The gang are a bit less worried about C.R. now, as they’re really hungry and focused on finding food. They start to disband a bit and are no longer as close as they were.

End of Year 3 - it’s been a hard year. In the winter there was a lot of snow and the ground froze making growing food impossible. Also a lot of the plants died. At this point C.R. would usually bring them food, but he’s not there so they’re forced to huddle together for warmth near a river. [There’s no mention of them struggling for water, so I’m assuming there’s a river nearby]

[Warning. Gory mentions and cannibalism]

So they’re huddled together and I’m not sure how it happens - there’s a bit of me that doesn’t want to think it out to much - but the upshot is that Eeyore is eaten alive by the other 4. I would imagine either his tail fell off and the rest of the gang started with that or maybe Eeyore got sick and the rest of the gang decided it was a sort of ‘mercy kill.’ 

After that they’re horrified and erect the ‘tombstone’ we see in the trailer as a way of dealing with their grief. They mutually agree to go their separate ways so it doesn’t happen again. However Piglet and Pooh end up gravitating towards each other again because they’re friends.

End of year 4 - This is the year the murders start. Rabbit notices that some of his ‘friends and relations’ have gone missing. Concerned he watches over the last one - only to see it eaten by Owl. 

Rabbit is furious, but he recognises that Owl is stronger than he is. So he comes up with a plan. He tells Pooh and Piglet that he thinks Owl is planning to kill them. Pooh tells him not to be ridiculous and heads to Owl’s Treehouse to speak to him, but Owl is in a state of high panic and assumed Pooh is coming to kill him. They fight and Owl ends up dead.

Then there were 3.

End of Year 5 - Everything's gone to hell. Pooh and Piglet are surviving by murders hikers/visitors to the woods. Rabbit, meanwhile, is driving himself mad with guilt and anxiety. I’m thinking he either gives himself a hear attack due to the stress or gives up and allows himself to be murdered by Pooh and Piglet - maybe even begging them to kill him.

Either that or he tries to be clever and trap them. Except it fails and he gets caught in his own trap. Cue him being eaten.

I imagine that may have taken place fairly recently and Pooh and Piglet decide they’re going to kill the next people who enter the woods. 

Cue Christopher Robin and his fiancé.

[brick1458]

Chapter 18 why not sure I'll marry you part 4

The throne room was completely silent. Every pony in the crowd was looking between Hitch and Pipp as they processed what just happened. Queen Haven stared at her daughter with eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. Zipp looked at Pipp flabbergasted as what she just did was not part of the plan.

A few seconds after Pipp made her declaration, Sunny and Izzy looked away from comforting Periwrinkle to realize everypony was looking at Hitch and Pipp. Periwinkle lifted her head with red puffy eyes, wondering what was going on. All three mares looked between their friend and the bride until they realized Hitch was holding the “marry me” sign, and their eyes widened with Sunny letting out a loud gasp.

A unicorn mare jabbed Hitch in the side with her elbow, breaking him from his frozen state.

"Well, don't just stand there, doofus! Go to her!" She shouted.

"Yeah, what are you waiting for?! Get over there!" A stallion shouted.

"Go! Go! Go!" Another mare shouted.

"Wait a minute. Hold on. This isn't a proposal,” Hitch protested. “I-I-I am just holding my friend's sign and -”

“Oh, don't be shy! You asked the question, and she wants to marry you! Now get over there!” Another stallion shouted.

“Please get over there! Save Pipp!” A third stallion squealed.

Before Hitch knew it, ponies were stomping their hooves and chanting, “Go” in unison. He uttered more words of protest, but his voice was drowned out by the crowd. He turned to Sunny, Izzy, and Periwinkle for help, but his hope was dashed when he saw Izzy and especially Sunny looking at him ecstatically.

“Go on, Hitch! Get over there!” Sunny shouted.

“Hitch is marrying the princess! Hitch is marrying the princess!” Izzy sang.

“But wait! Aren't we supposed to be focusing on Periwinkle?” Hitch asked.

“It's all right, Hitch,” Periwinkle said with a sniffle and a crack in her voice.

“But she's your crush's fiancé,” Hitch said.

“And she will be a million times happier with an honest stallion like you than she would have been with Presto,” Periwinkle countered as she took the "marry me'' sign off of Hitch's hoof. “Now, go on and marry her.”

“You heard her, Hitch. She just gave you her blessing,” Sunny said. “Go marry the princess!”

Sunny and Izzy pushed Hitch toward the stage and ponies nearby joined in pushing him around toward the stage. The best stallion helped him up, and led him toward Pipp, making Hitch's cheeks turn cherry red. The best stallion took off the clip-on collar and bow tie around his neck and put it on Hitch before Pipp took his hoof and guided him to the arch. Pipp turned to Queen Haven and gave her flabbergasted mother a pleading look. Haven opened her mouth to protest, but then she quickly accepted that the royal family was now stuck in a position where they had no choice but to play along.

"Er - let the ceremony continue," Haven said hesitantly.

Ponies screamed and cheered again with many continuing to record on their phones. The wedding band took a few seconds to set up and begin playing The Wedding March again. Zipp and the best stallion took positions behind the bride and the groom respectively as Hitch and Pipp stood facing each other. Sunny was sitting on her plot squealing, “Oh, my stars! Oh, my stars! Oh, my stars,” while Izzy had her hoof on Sunny's shoulder. Periwinkle wiped tears from her eyes as she smiled for Hitch. When the band finished playing, Haven cleared her throat and spoke with her head held high.

“D-dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this stallion and this mare in holy matrimony,” she said.

Ponies cheered again. Haven opened her mouth, then froze with her eyes wide as she realized she had planned to continue with another speech regarding Pipp and Presto as a couple. Her cheeks turned pink as she stammered for every pony to see before she cleared her throat and turned to Pipp.

“Do you, Pippistasia Petals, take this stallion to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Queen Haven asked.

All eyes turned to Pipp, who was still smiling at Hitch. Hitch’s hooves began to shake unsure if the princess was really going to go through with it. Pipp was silent for several seconds, giving him hope that she was going to cave until her smile widened.

"I do."

Ponies cheered louder as Queen Haven turned to Hitch.

“And do you…?” She began.

It took Hitch a moment before he realized Haven was waiting for him to say his name and he cleared his throat.

“Hitch Trailblazer, Your Majesty,” he said.

“Do you, Hitch Trailblazer, take this mare to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Haven asked.

Sweat ran down Hitch's head as all of Equestria waited on him. He wanted to politely decline in a way that would end the matter peacefully, but deep down he knew he was trapped in a situation he couldn't avoid. He turned to Pipp, who was giving him a worried look that made his heart ache. He cleared his throat and held his head straight with an awkward smile.

“I do.”

Sunny, Izzy, and Periwinkle cheered at the top of their lungs as Pipp eased up and Haven cleared her throat again.

“Very well. Bring out the rings,” she said.

Cloudpuff walked over carrying a pillow holding two gold bands hanging on gold chains with his mouth. He walked over to Pipp, who gave the little dog a bright smile as she took one of the bands. Cloudpuff turned to Hitch, and as soon as his eyes met Hitch’s Cloudpuiff dropped the pillow and barked happily with his wings flapping. Hitch grew uneasy with the dog instantly loving him, and awkwardly took the other band.

Pipp walked to Hitch until they were inches away from each other, and Hitch flushed as Pipp put the necklace around his neck. Hitch stammered and looked around as though everything around Pipp was the most interesting thing in the world, making Pipp giggle. She took Hitch’s hoof carrying the ring on a chain and helped him put it on her neck. Hitch eased up and gave Pipp a sheepish grin that made her giggle again.

Haven put her hoof on her chest and took a deep breath before she spoke again.

“By the power invested in me as queen of Zephyr Heights, I now pronounce you…husband and wife,” she said. “You may kiss the bride.”

Without skipping a beat, Pipp took another step toward Hitch, wrapped her front leg around his neck, and pulled his head toward her for a firm kiss. The ponies roared with thunderous applause and took pictures to capture the historic moment. Cloudpuff howled, flapping his wings and shaking his tail vigorously. Outside, a torrent of fireworks went off, lighting the night sky with explosions of vibrant colors. Sunny put her hoof on her heart, shocked yet happy that her childhood had just gotten married. Izzy laughed and bounced like a little filly while Periwinkle joined the applause. Zipp shook her head in disbelief and turned to her mother, who forced a grin on her face, knowing that all of Equestria was still watching. The best stallion politely joined the applause before exiting the stage before he got tangled in the situation any further.

But while all of Equestria celebrated, Hitch and Pipp held on to their kiss. Pipp eased up, pressing her lips against Hitch more tenderly as she moved her leg from Hitch’s neck and began caressing his cheek. Hitch looked at her in shock when Pipp pulled him in, but after a moment he closed his eyes and kissed her back. All thoughts on Presto, Zipp, Haven, Sunny, Izzy, Periwinkle, or anypony else were in the back of their minds as though they were the only souls in Equestria. When they parted, Hitch and Pipp stared at each other, shocked as it hit them how long they were kissing. They backed away with Pipp's cheeks tinting red and Hitch scratching the back of his head.

“Ladies and gentlecolts of Equestria, I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Tetra - I mean, Trailblazer!” Queen Haven declared.

Pipp waved with a big smile as the crowd cheered again, and Hitch hesitated before he robotically waved with a forced grin. Then suddenly, the doors burst open to reveal Presto running toward the stage with half a dozen guards chasing after him. Ponies booed and hissed at Presto as he rammed his way through the crowd with his eyes fixed on Pipp. Pipp frowned and wrapped her leg around Hitch’s as she gave Presto a sullen look. Presto climbed up the stage, narrowly avoiding the guards grabbing him as he climbed, and Pipp pulled Hitch closer to her as Presto stopped in front of them.

“Pippy Cake, what in Equestria is going on?” Presto asked. “I was getting ready, and then the guards kept me from leaving my room. I had to sneak out to get here, and then I heard you're about to marry some other stallion?”

“Not about to. Did,” Pipp answered with venom in her voice. “This is Hitch Trailblazer, my husband.”

Presto’s eyes widened as he turned to Hitch, who chuckled nervously again with his ears hanging low.

“Are you crazy? Marrying another stallion right before we get married? What is the matter with you?!” He exclaimed.

“We should be asking you that same question, dude,” Zipp said coldly.

Zipp took out her phone and showed the video of Presto and the orange mare. Presto froze like a foal caught by his parents as the queen and princesses looked daggers at him.

“W-wait. You don’t understand. It isn’t like that,” he protested.

“Oh, and what is it supposed to be like, Presto?!” Pipp screamed.

“It was nothing. It meant nothing,” Presto said.

“If it's nothing, then nothing would have happened!” Pipp screamed. “You promised it would be just you and me, and you fooled around with somepony else!”

“And how is this any better?!” Presto shouted as he turned to Hitch. “I mean, who in Equestria are you supposed to be? Some fan?”

“Er, no,” Hitch said, awkwardly. “I-I mean, I guess technically I am now, cause we’re married, and I liked her concert,  but you know what I for one am actually glad I'm  marrying this beautiful  pegasus princess  cause unlike you at least I don't backstab and cheat  on my future wife with some pony eyes " he said in full anger as he decided to defend pipp .

“Enough!” Queen Haven roared with her wings spread apart. “Presto Tetrachord, you have dared to be unfaithful to my daughter, a princess of Zephyr Heights! You are forthwith banished from my kingdom!”

“What?! You…you can’t do that! My life is here! My career is here!” Presto shouted.

“You should have thought of that!” Haven growled. “You have two days to get your things in order and get out of my domain under pain of imprisonment for life! Guards, get this lecherous swine out of my sight!”

Before Presto knew it, the guards who chased after him were already on stage and dragging him away from Hitch and the royal family. He tried to break free while calling out to Pipp, but the guards were too strong. Ponies continued to boo and shouted insults at Presto as he was forced out of the throne room. The crowd whispered among themselves in contempt, and Queen Haven cleared her throat.

"Let us proceed to the ballroom for the wedding reception!" She shouted.

Ponies cheered, instantly in high spirits again. Guards opened the doors and began escorting the ponies to the ballroom. Sunny, Izzy, and Periwinkle looked back as they followed the guards. Sunny looked at Hitch brightly, and Periwinkle gave a small smile while Izzy giggled. Hitch bit his lip, uncomfortable by his friends still supporting the marriage until Pipp tugged his leg, guiding him to a side exit with Haven, Zipp, and the other guards. Pipp gave Hitch another smile that made his heart race, making Haven and Zipp frown as they walked behind the bride and groom.

"Zipp, did you know Pipp was going to do this?" Haven whispered.

"No, I had no idea. I showed Pipp the video and she decided to make that speech about unity between ponies. She didn't say anything about marrying somepony else," Zipp said. "Either she hid that she was going to do that, or she just decided on the spot."

Haven's unease grew and she looked back at Hitch and Pipp. Her daughter continued to smile as though nothing had happened, while Hitch blushed. The queen couldn't tell if Pipp was being truthfully happy or she was pretending. Haven had known Pipp to be a joyful and untroubled pony ever since she was a filly that it was a marvel she was holding herself together in such a chaotic situation. Even so, Haven feared what emotional state Pipp was in.

Things got off to a rocky and awkward start when the wedding reception began. Queen Haven had a guard called the ponies supervising the wedding reception to remove anything related to Presto, but at short notice, it was too much for them to do before the guests arrived. Such a high demand required flower ponies to get rid of flowers that had Presto's colors, and the designers to remove paintings and pictures of Pipp and Presto together covering the ballroom walls. The caterer had to throw away the figurines of Pipp and Presto on top of the wedding cake and searched all over the kitchen to find spare bride and groom figurines. Several royal guards had to help the staff push an ice sculpture of Pipp and Presto out of the ballroom before guests arrived and throw it off the nearest balcony. Even the DJ had an uncomfortable time adjusting the dance playlist so that none of Presto's songs were played while still playing music for ponies to dance to at the same time. All in all, the castle staff spent the first half hour or so of the reception working through sweat and tears to keep Pipp's cheating fiance out of her mind as though it was always intended that she would marry Hitch.

But while the awkward tension was still around Hitch, the royal family, Cloudpuff, and the staff, their guests continued to celebrate on behalf of Zephyr Heights' most beloved princess. They ate, danced, sang, and posted videos and pictures of the reception. When Hitch, Pipp, Queen Haven, and Zipp appeared to sit at the bride and groom's table, ponies once again cheered for the newlyweds. Some of them screamed, "Congratulations," "We love you, Pipp," "Attaboy, Hitch," "Long live Prince Hitch and Princess Pipp," and "We're so happy for you, Pipp" as Pipp waved to her guests.

Hitch grew uneasy by the second as he robotically waved. He glanced at Pipp, who kept a bright smile and blew kisses toward the crowd. It was astounding to Hitch how the princess could be so cheerful after being cheated on and suddenly decided to marry a stranger. It didn't help that while Queen Haven was smiling and waving at the crowd and Cloudpuff was happy for Hitch to be there, Zipp couldn't bring herself to force a smile. Zipp noticed Hitch looking at her and gave him a look that showed she was as uncomfortable with the situation as he was. Hitch's ears hung low in unease, and yet he was relieved that there was at least one pony who wasn't afraid to look at things as they were when no pony else, not even his friends, would.

Eventually, the wedding cake was brought to the bride and groom's table. The cake was twelve feet wide and had fifteen layers. Pipp took Hitch by the hoof and dragged him to the cake, where the chef had a knife waiting for them. Queen Haven and Zipp followed the bride and groom, and Zipp whispered thanks to the chef for getting rid of the figures of Pipp and Presto. When Pipp and Hitch each took a piece of cake, Hitch slowly moved his piece into Pipp's mouth to avoid getting any frosting or crumbs on her dress. After Pipp took a bite, there was frosting on her nose, and Hitch grabbed a napkin to remove it. Pipp thanked him with a sweet smile that set his heart aflutter until her smile turned into a smirk and she shoved her piece into Hitch's mouth. Everypony laughed as Hitch struggled for a moment before swallowing and lightly chuckled with half his face covered in cake

After everypony grabbed a slice of cake, the DJ declared it was time for the bride and groom to have their first dance. Pipp guided Hitch to the center of the dance floor and pulled him toward her until their heads were close next to each other. Hitch blushed again and gulped as Pipp put her hoof on his shoulder and began to lead. It took the first minute of the song before Hitch figured out how to dance without tripping on his own hooves. Even when he was struggling, however, Pipp continued to put on a smile, making Hitch wonder if she was being polite, or was sincerely fine with his blunders.

Halfway through the dance, Pipp closed her eyes and rested her head on Hitch's shoulder. Ponies "aww" ed and took pictures as Hitch's blush covered his face. Then Hitch felt Pipp ease up as she relaxed her head as though she were a filly safe beside her parents. Though he was dancing with someone she didn't know, Hitch couldn't help but be glad that he was giving the poor mare comfort in some way. He patted Pipp's back, and Pipp let out a soft "Mmmm."

Hitch then noticed Sunny, Izzy, and Periwinkle sitting at a table watching Hitch and Pipp dance as they ate their cake. Periwinkle had her hoof on her heart, and Izzy giggled while giving Hitch a teasing look with her mouth covered in cake. Sunny, on the other hand, smiled warmly as Hitch held his wife. Her demeanor confused Hitch as Sunny made it look like he was dancing with somepony who had been in a long-term relationship all along. He thought Sunny, of all ponies, would share his and Zipp's feelings about him suddenly marrying Pipp.

Finally, the song ended, and Pipp pulled her head back to look at Hitch. Though she didn't say anything, Hitch could see from the way Pipp looked at him that she was grateful that he let her rest her head on his shoulder. Hitch smiled back and gave a short nod to say "you're welcome." Hitch and Pipp stared into each other's eyes until they realized what they were doing and looked away, blushing.

"And now, for a special treat," the DJ announced. "The bride has prepared a special song to express her love for the groom."

Pipp's cheerful demeanor vanished in a blink of an eye, and Zipp's heart sank. In all the focus on keeping the audience happy, the two sisters had forgotten about the song Pipp secretly wrote for Presto. It took a moment before the DJ realized what he did, and his eyes widened as he covered his mouth. Ponies cheered and prepared to record the song on their phones. Haven looked at the DJ and Pipp confused until Zipp walked over to her from her seat and whispered into Haven's ear. Haven's face grew pale, and she turned to Pipp, who looked ready to crack any moment. Zipp squirmed until she hatched an idea and loudly cleared her throat.

"Excuse me, Vinyl Skip, but Princess Pipp's song was scheduled to happen privately between her and her husband," she said. "I propose that the bride and groom be excused for this special moment between them while we continue to celebrate their union."

Ponies immediately shouted in protest while the DJ gave Zipp a thankful look. Haven eased up, realizing Zipp gave them a chance to remove the emotional bride from the public eye.

"An excellent idea, Zipp. Let us allow Hitch and Pipp to retire for the evening so Pipp can perform for Hitch," Haven said.

The crowd moaned in disappointment with some begging Hitch and Pipp to stay. Hitch turned to Pipp, who was staring into space while trying not to snap and lightly nudged her. Pipp snapped out of her gaze and Hitch whispered what was happening in her ear. The princess fought the urge to show relief and stepped forward to give the crowd a forced smile.

"Sorry, everypony, but this song has a very special place in my heart that's meant only for my hubby," she said while wrapping her leg around Hitch's leg. "But, don't be sad. You guys will always have a special place in my heart. I'll make it up to you with a whole new album about what each and every one of you in Equestria means to me."

The crowd "aww" ed and cheered, immediately uplifted. Pipp blew kisses again while Hitch forced his own smile to hide his blush as his and Pipp's sides touched. Haven smiled, relieved with her daughter keeping ponies happy. She then gestured to Zoom and Thunder to come over to her and held her hoof to hide her mouth from the crowd as she whispered.

"Escort Pipp to her room, and take Mr. Trailblazer to wherever he's staying," she said. "Use the secret passageways to keep him out of sight. You understand?"

"It shall be done, Your Highness," Zoom replied with a salute.

Zoom and Thunder walked over to Hitch and Pipp just as the bride finished blowing kisses. When Pipp noticed the guards, she said to the crowd, "Okay, you guys, Hitch and I gotta go. Love you lots. Pipp, Pipp, Hooray!"

"Pipp, Pipp, Hooray!" Haven, Zipp, Zoom, Thunder, and the guests shouted.

"Uh, Pipp, Pipp, Hooray," Hitch said.

Pipp guided Hitch to the ballroom entrance from where they came with Haven, Zipp, and Cloudpuff. Zoom and Thunder walked beside the newlyweds. Ponies cheered again as they watched Hitch and Pipp leave with Cloudpuff jumping up and down and flapping his wings as he barked happily. The DJ started a new track, and ponies ran to the dancefloor. As Zoom and Thunder opened the doors, Pipp blew kisses one last time before she and Hitch exited the ballroom.

As soon as the doors closed behind Pipp, her face fell into a look of melancholia. Hitch felt a pinch in his heart as it hit him that Pipp had finally shown how she was truly feeling underneath her cheerful demeanor. He pursed his lips as he watched Pipp stare ahead as she walked as though Hitch, Zoom, and Thunder weren't there. Hitch grew uncomfortable and he bit his lip before saying the first thing he could think of to break the silence.

"Well, what a night, huh?" He said.

Pipp said nothing.

"I don't know about you, but I never would have expected that to happen," Hitch said.

Again, Pipp said nothing, and Zoom gave Hitch a warning glare. Hitch squirmed and decided to think of something more appropriate to say.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. I mean, I assume that at some point you really loved that guy," Hitch said.

"I was literally minutes away from marrying him," Pipp finally said, not looking at Hitch.

"Uh, yeah, that's true," Hitch said. "On the bright side, he's going to age badly."

"No, he's not," Pipp said.

"Yeah, you're right. He's just gonna get better looking," Hitch said before adding with a small smile. "On the other hand, he might get so hated when he comes back to Bridlewood that he'll grow a gut and shave his head."

Pipp let out a brief chuckle before her dejected demeanor returned. Hitch tried to think of something else to say that might get a bigger laugh out of Pipp, but deep down he knew it was a lost cause. He let out a sigh and said what he really wanted to say.

"I'm really sorry this happened to you."

For a few seconds, Pipp remained silent. Then she turned to Hitch with a sad smile of appreciation.

"I'm sorry too," she said.

Hitch furrowed his brow at how Pipp was looking at him with hints of tears in her eyes and her mouth twitching. The next thing Hitch knew, he, Pipp, Zoom, and Thunder stopped in front of Pipp's bedroom doors. Thunder put his hoof hood on the pad beside the doors, and the doors opened. Hitch began to follow Pipp inside, not knowing it was her room before Zoom held her hoof in front of him.

"The queen has ordered that you be escorted to wherever you're staying in the city," she said.

Hitch's frown deepened, wanting to continue being there to comfort Pipp however he could, yet he accepted that Pipp should be left alone. He turned to Pipp who took off her crown and dropped it on the floor as she went into her room.

"Are you going to be okay, Your Highness?" Hitch asked.

Pipp stopped and turned to Hitch with another sad smile. Her eyes watering.

"Good night," she said.

Hitch's ears hanged low as he wished Pipp gave him a direct answer. He nodded in acceptance and said, "Good night," before Pipp closed the doors in front of him, Zoom, and Thunder. Hitch stared at the door until Zoom cleared her throat, and she and Thunder began escorting Hitch to the secret passageways.

A couple of hours passed and the guests began to tire after eating, drinking, and dancing, and so Queen Haven declared the wedding reception over. The guards escorted the guests out of the castle and to the elevator to the city below. Haven and Zipp smiled and waved as the guests left, thanking them for coming with Cloudpuff standing beside Haven.

When the last group of ponies went into the elevator, Haven let out a groan, drained from keeping up the act. She then raced back inside the castle with Zipp and Cloudpuff running behind. They took an elevator to Pipp's bedroom, and Haven paused before knocking on the doors.

"Pipp? Pipp, can we come in?" she asked.

Haven waited a moment to get an answer, and sighed before she put her hoof on the pad and the doors opened. Zipp and Cloudpuff went in first, and Zipp opened her mouth to call out to her sister until she realized the lights were off and the room was covered with wedding presents destroyed, racks of dresses knocked down, and Pipp's crown lying on the floor. As Zipp went further in, she found pieces of music paper torn to shreds and lying around Pipp's keyboard.

Finally, Zipp and Cloudpuff stopped a few feet away from Pipp's king-sized bed with Pipp still in her wedding dress, lying on her front with a pillow covering her face, not making a sound. Cloudpuff whimpered while Haven quietly closed the doors. She hopped onto the bed and sat beside her daughter.

"Pipp? Can I get you anything, sweetie?" Haven asked.

She waited a moment before Pipp shook her head with her face still planted on the pillow. Haven and Zipp looked at each other, and Zipp sighed before turning around, deciding to give her sister space. Haven glanced at Pipp and took a step to get off the bed until Pipp got up and wrapped her front legs around her mother. Zipp turned her head, and her heart sank at the sight of Pipp's eyes red and puffy, and her pillow drenched with the makeup running down her face with her tears.

"Mom, t-t-tell me that didn't happen," Pipp whined. "Tell me I wasn't betrayed. That I almost married a cheater for all of Equestria to see. My fans were counting on me to live this fairy tale marriage, and I…I let them down. I let everypony down."

Haven's heart broke, and she pulled Pipp into a hug.

"No, no. No, you didn't," Haven said, with a frail voice.

"Yes, I thought for sure I picked the right guy, and everypony believed me and…and…" Pipp sobbed.

Zipp hopped onto the bed and put her hoof on Pipp's shoulder.

"It isn't just you, Pipp. We all thought Presto was this perfect guy. No pony had a way of knowing," Zipp said.

"Then why did that article just happen to be published right before the ceremony?!" Pipp wailed. "Why couldn't I learn I was cheated on days ago, or weeks, or before he even proposed to me? Why did I have to give so much hope and then suddenly marry somepony I don't know, and…and…"

Haven pulled Pipp's head to her chest as Pipp burst into tears, and Zipp hugged her sister from behind. Cloudpuff hopped onto the bed and put his paw on Pipp's back leg, whimpering. Pipp smiled at Cloudpuff for a moment, before she let go of Haven and scooped Cloudpuff to hold him as she cried. Zipp sniffed as she and Haven fought the urge to cry with Pipp. All they could do was let Pipp let out her grief until she fell asleep.

[ashonheavenscloud]

Sensitive || Seo Changbin

Sensitive || Seo Changbin for kinktober

🔞CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT! MINORS DNI!🔞

warnings: dom!changbin, sub!fem!reader, oral, swearing, voice kink, body worshipping, praise, size kink, lil bit of possessiveness, breast play HAHAHA good luck friends🫡

word count: 2.6K

🎧: Okay - Chase Atlantic

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Your boyfriend was in big trouble.

You heaved a sigh, staring into the washing machine at the wet pile of clothes Changbin had, once again, forgotten about in his daily rush. You knew he was busy, but in his forgetfulness he’d left your beloved sweatpants to soak. You forced your eyes away from the tragic scene. Maybe you were being a bit dramatic, but you’d been at work for eight hours today and all you’d wanted was to come home and drown in your favourite baggy clothes.

Oh, it looked like your favourite sweater was in there too. Great.

You lugged a basket to empty Changbin’s load of laundry from the dryer, and flipped your dripping load into the machine. Spinning the dial, you turned on the dryer for an hour, and washed as it began to spin.

All that was left to do was… wait.

You heaved Changbin’s laundry into the living room, glancing at your phone to check the time after setting it down on the floor. Half an hour until he got home, give or take a couple minutes. He always came home at the same time on Friday’s, to spend the end of the work week with you. A small thing that melted your heart every time.

You started to fold Changbin’s laundry, figuring it would be a nice surprise for him to come back to. It was in the little things that you loved him, like the laundry. And even if he forgot to flip over the loads sometimes, it was the thought that really mattered.

You reached into the hamper, and pulled out a pair of Changbin’s joggers, folding them and setting them into the pile. But you froze, staring at the joggers, an idea popping into your mind.

If your sweatpants were wet… why not borrow another pair?

…

It wasn’t like Changbin hadn’t ever seen you wearing his clothes. But usually you were fucked out, hazy-eyed on his bed when he helped you into one of his t-shirt. Or you’d pull on a shirt after your shower, the sole purpose to attempt your skincare routine while he fingered you from behind.

Never his sweatpants, though. And they were hella comfy. You smoothed your hands over the soft fabric, sucking a breath through your teeth. Why were they so nice? 

“I could get used to this.” You murmured to yourself, burying yourself further in one of his thick grey hoodies, appreciating the smell of laundry detergent on them

“Used to what-”

You froze, spinning to lock eyes with Changbin, standing in the doorway with wide eyes. For some reason, you felt caught, even though he’d seen you pretty much every way imaginable. You bundled deeper into the hoodie, feeling heat rise to your face. “I- my sweatpants were still in the washer. You forgot to change it over- which is fine, it’s fine- but I just thought I’d borrow yours.”

Changbin was frozen for a minute, and you didn’t understand. Why was he just… staring at you? But then he’d pulled his coat off, draping over the loveseat as he approached you slowly. His gaze was all over your body, your face, and you noticed a faint tinge of red on his ears.

“I like it.” He murmured, a small smirk tilting up his lips. “You should wear them more often.”

You couldn’t help but flush at the compliment- but even more so at the way he was looking at you, eyes sparkling, full of admiration. “Really? They’re a bit big, even if they’re comfy-”

“No, but it suits you…” He whispered, hand sliding around your waist, sparking a wild rage of butterflies in your stomach. His eyes flickered up your body to meet yours, making your breath catch at the intensity in them. His breath fanned your face. “You look so…”

But whatever he was going to say faded from his tongue, cut off by his lips gently meeting yours. You quietly sighed at the feeling of his warm lips, hand faltering over his chest. Your mind grew fuzzy as he kissed you, softly taking in your lips, like he was purposefully feeling every bit of your mouth. Then slowly, he eased you backwards, forcing you to sit down when your knees hit the couch. He followed you, never letting his lips part from yours as he sat beside you on the cushions, hands moving to pull you in; one cupped your jaw, and the other kept a firm hold on your waist.

It wasn’t long before his kisses turned greedy, pressing deeper into you with every added touch of his lips. Your skin was tingling, arms circling around his neck to hold him close while his hands gripped your waist, body leaning into your touch. Your hands wound through his hair, tangling them into fists as the boy moaned into your mouth, murmuring a low, “fuck.” under his breath and pushing even closer, faster. And you wanted to feel him everywhere, have absolutely no space between the two of you, and soon enough, your clothes preventing that became unbearably frustrating.

You snapped at the same moment as Changbin, parting only for a brief second to pull your shirt over your head as your boyfriend did the same. He whipped it to the side before taking your face in his hands and pulling you back to his for a long, languid kiss, breaths coming in sharp intakes as you kissed him back with fervour, hands back in his curls. 

Then he was moving on top of you, laying you down on the couch with his body hovered over yours, caging you to the cushions. His bare chest pressed against yours, all flexing muscle and flushed skin. His kisses never ceased, growing ever more needy and sloppy, hands slipping to your hips to skim the waistband of his sweatpants snug around your hips.

“Look so perfect-” He panted between kisses. “Look so damn perfect in my clothes… just wanna ruin you… make you feel good…”

His words lit fire in your midsection, making your legs subconsciously close around his waist. The brush of his firm dick through your clothes made you both whine, desperation coursing through your body.

“Binnie-”

“Fuck, my name sounds so pretty on your tongue.” He groaned, pulling back to wipe the sweat already forming on his forehead, hair messy from the tug of your fingers. Quickly, he discarded his jeans, clearly much too tight around his girth now straining against the thin fabric of his boxers. Your core clenched painfully at the thought of how full he always made you feel, anticipation rising in your gut.

Changbin moved back to kissing you briefly before his mouth wandered to your neck, finding the sweet spot at the junction of your jawline. He gifted you with open mouthed kisses and wet presses of his tongue that had you squirming, softly whining at the delicious feeling. He sucked slowly, taking his time leaving hickeys that were sure to last at least a week or more, a trail of love bites that quickly descended to your breasts. 

“Ah-” You couldn’t help but moan when Changbin’s mouth found the bud of your right breast, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nipple. You arched your back at the toe-curling sensation, hands finding his biceps and holding on for dear life.

He chuckled at that. “You’re always so sensitive here.” He mumbled, gently kissing your spit-soaked nipple. “Cute.”

He switched sides, lips abusing your left breast as his hand came up to massage and tease the other. Unbearable heat continued to grow in your core with every tease of your nipples, legs tensing as they wound tighter around his hips to pull him close.

At this Changbin giggled. “Impatient?”

“Fuck yes.” You whined, eyes squeezed shut from the overwhelming pleasure to your sensitive tits. “Stop teasing.”

“You’re just too cute, I can’t help it.” Changbin cooed, but luckily he didn’t make you ask again. Quickly his boxers were tugged off, erection springing free, angrily red and veiny and divine. The very sight made your mouth water. 

His lips were back on you, nipping at the flesh of your breasts as his fingers slipped past your waistband to pull them down with your panties, leaving you fully exposed before him.

Changbin pulled back to look at you fully, eyes drifting down with a small smirk. “Now I see why you were so impatient.” He murmured, swiping his fingers through your slick folds. You shivered at his touch, watching him pull his fingers back to admire the wetness glistening over them.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He whispered, the slight growl in his voice making you shiver as he leaned down, to press long kisses on your stomach, sucking slowly at the skin. “My pretty baby all laid out for me… you look fucking beautiful.”

You whimpered as his mouth slipped lower, kissing along your pelvis until he reached your folds, slowly dragging his tongue through your slit. You jolted, the warmth of his mouth making your eyes flicker shut as you moaned. Changbin only chuckled in response before digging in and finding your clit, using his tongue to rub up and down the sensitive bud. Your hands flew to his scalp to tug on his curls, eliciting growls from the back of Changbin’s throat that vibrated against your clit. Your legs wound tighter around Changbin’s shoulders as he closed his lips around your clit and slowly sucked on the bundle of nerves. 

You wanted to scream. Overwhelming pleasure pulsed through you as you moaned again and again- and he wasn’t even fucking inside you yet. Changbin seemed to have no intention of speeding things up, though, tongue winding around your clit to tease you further. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled in between licks. “You sound so hot… keep going, baby.”

Like you could stop.

He spent what felt like hours just nursing your clit, sucking it into his cheek and gracing it with swipes of his tongue. You had stars in your eyes by the time he finally sat back, and massaged your legs further apart.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered, almost to himself, and you opened your eyes to see him staring right back. His eyes were pooled with lust and love, and fuck, the way he looked right now. His hair was a tangled mess from your constant tugging, and there were still remnants of your slick around his chin and mouth. His lips were chapped and red, his chest heaving and flexed, and he’d never looked so sexy in this entire life. You nearly groaned just at the sight, core pulsing and beyond ready to take him in.

Changbin’s mouth found yours again, not caring for the mess that you both were as he sucked on your bottom lip. It wasn’t long before his lips trailed south, across your shoulder and down the hills of your breasts. “Look at you,” he whispered, pausing to gently kiss your perked nipples. “My sweet little mess. You’re beautiful… fuck, let me ruin you baby…”

“Changbin…” you whined, begging him to get on with it, and he obliged, hooking one arm under your knees and pushing your legs forward for easier access to your pussy.

His eyes drifted to your dripping core and he cursed under his breath. Almost subconsciously, his hand drifted down to jerk his shaft a couple times. “Ready?”

He smirked when he said it, the fucking tease, and you whined. Changbin didn’t need anything else; without another second to waste, he lined himself up with your entrance and eased himself inside you.

And you knew Changbin was big- shit, everything about him was exclusively big. His arms that tensed as they pushed your legs back to your chest, his broad shoulders that made you feel so small next to him, his thighs that sat next to your ass, flexing as he pushed himself into you. But his thick girth was something that, no matter how many times he fucked you, you could never get used to.

And it offered you overwhelming amounts of pleasure every single time.

“Fuck…” Changbin groaned, panting as he slowly eased further into you. “So wet, oh my god…”

You whined as he bottomed out, hissing through his teeth as you clenched hard around him, body begging for every inch that he could give you. Both your chests were heaving and your mind was spinning at the sheer size of him, pulsing and rubbing inside you as he shifted, moaning.

“Holy shit, baby…” his grip on your thighs tightened when you clenched and he grunted, bucking into you. “You feel so good, nice and tight for me, body begging for me…”

You shivered at his words as he traced his hands down to your ass, scooping your hips to pull you right up to him, shoving himself right into you. Your legs found their way around him again as he gripped your ass to hold you in place and began to rock. Back, and forward. Back, and forward.

The cushions shifted, the couch springs creaked, and Changbin ducked down to litter your chest with bruises, sucking long hickeys on your skin as your arms found his biceps, holding onto the taunt muscle, huge and firm, flexing with every push into you.

“Good girl,” he moaned when you clenched around him again, crying out from the building pressure in your core. His one hand slipped up to circle your clit, slowly and purposefully, causing a low moan to rise from your throat. Your eyes rolled shut at a particularly harsh thrust, waves of pleasuring heating up your body; you were practically steaming at this point, and you weren’t entirely sure how much more you could take.

Changbin leaned forward, chest resting against yours, wet kisses slipping up behind your ear, long touches of his tongue making you shiver and moan again. He chuckled softly, and you could feel his smirk next to your ear. 

“You’re taking me so well, aren’t you?” He whispered, his languid pace picking up speed. “My sweet baby, so fucked out already… you’re so good for me, aren’t you? Hmm?”

“For you…”

“For me.” He hissed, letting his fingers explore your sopping folds, rubbing patterns over your clit. The knot in your stomach tightened, and you whimpered.

“I’m almost… almost…”

“Come on, there’s my girl…” He whispered into your ear, voice raspy. You clenched and he moaned, the sound like music to your senses. “Y-you’ve been so good… come for me, my love… my good girl…”

It was his voice, in the end, that pushed you to the edge. A long string of moans poured from your lips as your high washed over you in waves of pleasure, coming around Changbin’s cock. Your release immediately did him in, and with a deep, prolonged groan he broke, burying himself into you a few more times for good measure. At last, he lowered himself, half draped over you, face buried in your neck.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” He whispered, peppering your neck with quick, loving kisses. “You should wear my clothes more often.”

“Maybe I should.” You giggled, drawing patterns over his scalp with your fingers, feeling his shiver at the touch.

“You should.” He smirked, softly kissing your ear several times before murmuring, “But when you do, I can’t promise you’ll be wearing them for long.”

[puppysirie0-0]

“Heard You Calling My Name”

Pairing: Ted Nivison x Fem!reader

Summary: You and ted have been friends for a while, but when he hears you call his name out while you thought he wasn’t home do things change?

Warning: Smut, Masturbation, Size Kink, Breeding Kink, Dom!Ted x Sub!Reader (Soft Dom Ted?), Possessive Ted, Pet names Darling, Doll, Sweetheart, Baby, and Honey, Ted Being Called Teddy, and a touch of degradation

Minors DNI

You and Ted had been friends for 10 years now, you met as freshmen in high school, went to college together, and have been besties through it all. You and Ted were the dynamic duo him being the Funny Giant of man while you were the short tempered shorty. And since you guys were so close you knew all of each other secrets, or so he thought. You had always found Ted attractive, but you never made a move for 2 reasons. You weren’t anything like his ex girlfriends, and two he never showed any interest in you-or at least in the way you wanted him to.

So here you were desperately trying to get off on the thought of your beloved best friend, extremely horny because ovulation. And you weren’t trying to be quiet in your guys shared apartment, because, Ted was out making some video with Schlatt. So you were all alone, right? Wrong, Ted was home.

Unbeknownst to you, Ted was on his way home, sending you a text saying so that you seemingly missed. And when he walked through the door of your guys’ apartment, he heard you scream his name. Immediately  thinking you were in some kind of danger, he calls out and asks “Y/n, are you okay in there?”

This question stops you, Ted was home? You froze, how long had he been there? Did he know what you were doing? You were completely silent all the breathy moans and screams of his name, gone.

But Ted did know what you were doing, he realized the moment after he asked that question, he realized that you weren’t screaming in pain, it was pleasure. He was shocked, he liked you but he never thought you would like him in the same way. He wanted to confront you, but he decided your friendship meant more to him, so he just asked, “Are you okay in there Y/n?”

You realize you didn’t answer him the first time, but you were still frozen in place on the edge of an orgasm. So you replied with a breathy “y-yeah, I just got soap in my eye and panicked.” You soon feel a wave of relief as you hear an “okay,” followed  by retreating footsteps.

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Once you were out the shower, you noticed you hadn’t started on dinner. Making your way to Ted’s room, where you had no clue Ted was jerking off to the thought of you. He had always liked you, he was actually pretty possessive of you, and insanely jealous when you’d get a partner. Always doing small things like put his hand on the small of your back or hug you from behind. You knock on his door peeking in, just seeing Ted under his covers with his phone, and ask him “What do you want for dinner? We’re getting take out.” You guys decide on Pizza, all while Ted is still stroking himself under the covers. He didn’t even understand how he had so much composure.

The comforting smell of One Medium Cheese and One Medium Pepperoni Pizza filled you nostrils. You called Ted to come eat, hoping he wouldn’t bring up what happened earlier in the day. And thankfully it didn’t you guys had a nice dinner with Pizza, Glasses of Wine, and Some jokes from you both.

Happy that that it didn’t come up, you guys decided to watch a movie. You guys put on some Rom-Com you didn’t catch the name of as you guys curled up on the coach. You in front of Ted with you between his thighs in his lap. Somewhere in the middle of the movie, when Ted was playing with your hair, he asked “What really happened in the shower earlier?” You now shocked tensed up and replied, “I told I just got soap in my eye.” He shook his head, leaned down to the shell of your ear, and whispered in a low, husky voice, “Oh so sweetheart, you weren’t touching yourself to the thought of me?” You couldn’t respond, you just froze just as you had in the shower, because of this Ted picked you up, turned you to face him, and took your chin in his hand as he said, “There’s no need to be so tense doll.” 

With that he pulls you into a kiss, it’s hungry, it’s filled with tongue, it was as if he had wanted this as long as you had. As you leaned into the kiss, he cupped the your chin in his palm, and you ran your fingers though his dark brown locks. He tasted like a mug of hot cocoa and a little like weed. This kiss soon got unbelievably hungrier, it turned into a full blown make out. Ted was leaving hickies all over your neck, soon effortlessly finding your sweet spot.

Ted soon had you flipped under him, as you fumbled with the hem of his shirt. Making Ted stand up pull of his shirt and strip you, where he learned you had no bra on. Starting at your collarbone slowing going down the valley of your breast leaving hickies and kitten licks. You running your hand chest and back. “Heard you calling my name,” he says between kisses, “Thought you were in trouble, ‘till I realized you were touchin’ yourself.” Every single one of his words in that perfect fucking voice of his went straight down to your core. You needy manage out a, “Need you,” in hopes he would give you attention where you needed him most. Ted lifts himself from the nook in your neck he had made telling you, “Sweetheart you already have me.” You now a little frustrated say between breathy moans, “No Ted, I need you in me.” 

Your words prompt Ted to stand up taking off his belt, pulling down both his boxers and pants in one go. And holy fuck was he huge. He was already giant, so you didn’t know why you were that shocked but now you just sat there, stuttering out, “I-i-i don’t thin-think that’ll fit in me Teddy.” Groaning at this new nickname he says, “No Darling, we’ll make it fit.”

Now filled with anticipation Ted sticks a finger in, slowly starting to stretch you out. His finger already give you some relief from that ache in between your thighs. He adds another finger starting to scissor them, slowly adding a third until you say, “Just fuck me Ted.” Loosing all self control he tease you a little with the tip, and slowly sticks it in. You hiss at the stretch, he was probably the biggest man you’d been with-correction he was the biggest guy you’d been with. He feels like forever until he’s down to the hilt, giving you a minute to adjust. 

After a couple minutes you tell him, “Move.” That word causing Ted to pull out till the tip and slam back in. There was a little pain that was quickly outweighed by the pleasure. He continues with this brutally slow pace, prompting you to tell him, to go faster. His pace going unbelievably faster, him whispering in your ear, “Doll, you have no idea how long I have waited for this.” 

His pace climbing, he grabs your hip and grips with bruising strength to keep you in place. The room filling with obscene noises as you get feel that knot in your tummy start to tighten. You manage out a “I’m clos-” before Ted interrupts with you with “I know darling, cum on my cock.” With that, that knot snaps, your orgasm hitting you like a tsunami. Him now chasing his own high, he goes even faster and grips your hips hard enough for you to know that they’ll be sore in the morning. He says, “I want to cum in you Sweetheart, please can I, can I?” You reply with a breathy “Go ahead Honey.” Remembering you were no longer on birth control cause you hadn’t had sex in months, remembering Ted also knew this. You then relish in that wonderful feeling of his hot seed filling you up, Ted repeating a mantra of thank yous. 

Once you both come down from your highs, slowly Ted’s movements coming to a halt. And he asks you “Round 2?” You wrap your legs around his hips and nod your head frantically. Ted taking note of this, says, “Oh is Baby all cockdrunk?” You a little still hazy blubber out a “uh-huh” Still in you, Ted lifts you up and carries you to his bedroom and he lays you down on his bed. Loving the comfort of the mattress and pillows under you, Ted again starts to leave hickies all over you neck and collarbone, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake.

Slowly Ted starts to move again, starting at a slow pace quickly slamming back into you within a couple minutes. You once again feel that now familiar feeling of him grabbing your hip. You feel that knot to retie itself, as he continues his pace. You clench around Ted not being able to form words to tell Ted you were close. Ted letting out a groan, and saying, “Let go for me.” And with that the knot snaps, Ted helping you ride out your high, continuing to move.

You realize he’s probably close to his high, so you just barely get out “Fill me up Ted, Please.” Those words tipping him over the edge, causing him to continue to go insanely fast and repeating “I’m gonna ‘ill you up” and you’re mine” He tells you, “I’m gonna fill you right up, gonna fill that pretty little womb and mark it as mine. So everyone ‘ill know you’re mine and mine only.” You just nodding, too fucked out to form words. You soon feel that beautiful feeling of him filling you up more than you already were from his first load. While he was still emptying his load into you, he slowly slid his hand down in front of your swelling womb feeling a bump from the head of his cock and cum. He grabs your hand and moves it down to where his other hand was saying, ”Yeah feel that, Imma fuck a baby into you tonight. I’ve always wanted to do that, every time you’ve had a boyfriend, I was just too scared you wouldn’t feel the same.” 

Once he’s done he stays inside you, flipping you on top of him so he’s on his back and your laying on his chest. You just relish in each others company for a minute before you speak up, telling him “You remember I’m off birth control right?” Him just replying with a “uh-huh” wrapping his arms around you. “I’m also ovulating,” you add. “Okay, I said what I said,” he replies, “Your mine” he whispers in your ear. 

His words go straight to your core making it drip with arousal. Ted feels this run down his leg, and says “3rd Round?”

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You woke up in Ted’s bed with sunlight streaming on your face. You look up to see Ted still sleeping, the memories from the night before flooding back. The mind blowing sex you had, the insane amount rounds y’all went for-y’all were fucking like goddamn rabbits-the amazing aftercare he preformed, and the I love yous exchanged. You soon notice there’s still something between your legs so you lift the covers to look and he’s still inside you, the words he had said rushing back, “Wouldn’t want to lose any of this, we want it to take.” You subconsciously clench around him at the memory, causing him to groan in his sleep. You hear this and decide to just snuggle back against and go back to sleep.

When you wake up for the second time, Ted wasn’t in bed anymore. But you felt something in between your thighs still. You look to discover there was a plug adorned with pale blue jewels in the shape of a T there. You sat up, threw on one of Ted’s shirts and tried to stand up. But you soon discovered that your legs were absolute jelly and fell flat on your ass. This prompted Ted to come in and he picked you up, put you on his back, and took you to the kitchen. He set you on the counter where continued to make the waffles he was apparently making.

You speak up and ask him, “Were you telling the truth last night? About y’know me being yours and you wanting to mark me as yours.” he looks at you and replies with a chuckle and says, “Of course, I’ve liked you for a while, just was too scared to tell you,” he lowers his mouth to your ear and whispers, “After all, would I have put that plug in you, if I didn’t?” 

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A/N: Hi, this is my first ever fic, but shoutout to @boobberries​ and her anons for inspiring me to write this. Much love and hope you liked it :)