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[atlantahammy]

GUYS.

[princessbrunette]

gf reader and bf rafe but he used to pick on her before they started dating so she teases him about going from a bully to a simp

i feel like i never write rafe in a good mood so here it is :*

.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．

you sit on the kitchen counter swinging your legs, watching him count a load of money on the table. you wore his shirt, the man having just fucked you within an inch of your life not even twenty minutes prior.

as you existed domestically in the moment, you thought of your past with rafe, your days at school together. think of a stereotypical jock; backwards cap and letterman jacket. that was rafe. you were quiet, kept to your self more— and rafe wasn’t necessarily mean to you at school, a few years your senior — but he was young, a dick, and did stupid shit to get your attention because he thought you were sweet and wouldn’t stand up to him. just stuff like shutting your locker as he’d walk past, or taking things from you and holding them out of your reach, or purposely blocking your path in the hallway, continuing to blockade you each time you tried to move around him. usual stupid stuff.

a few years down the line, and he still occasionally messed with you — but he loved you, and loved you hard so it made up for it. you giggle to yourself, the man glancing over his shoulder at you distractedly.

“wha’s funny?”

“just thinking about school, how you’d pick on me… and now look at you, whipped.” you make yourself laugh, watching him huff a chuckle out of his nose as he shakes his head.

“dont you think saying i picked on you is… a tad exaggerated?” he drawls, neatening the stack he made before folding it and clipping it, turning to face you, deciding to entertain the conversation.

“i dunno, you were kind of a menace.” you tilt your head cutely as he approached you slowly until he’s caging you in, hands leaning on the counter top either side of where you sit.

“a menace, okay— yeah, n’what am i now then, huh?” he quietens his voice, tilting his head, the word tease practically scribbled across his forehead.

you lean in like you’re gonna kiss him, giggle bubbling up inside you as you speak. “pussywhipped.”

he pushes off the counter with a tight lipped yet amused smile, shaking his head. “alright, yeah— should have seen that one coming.”

you giggle, trying to pull him back to you with your feet as he steps away but remain unsuccessful as he walks back to the table to continue his organising.

“from bully to simp.” you muse happily, rafe scoffing lightheartedly with his back to you once more.

“good pussy will do that to a man, what can i say?” his response is slow, distracted as he counts under his breath, pocketing a wad as you watch him.

“oh is that what it is?” you can’t contain your happy giggles, head still airy from the fucking he gave you earlier.

“s’exactly what it is. why you bringin’ this up, huh? you miss bein’ bullied or something?” he peeps over his shoulder once more when he hears the flats of your feet hit the ground, padding over to bother him.

“so you admit you picked on me?” you smile coyly despite his back being to you and he promptly changes this, slowly spinning on his heel with a smirk.

“i’ll admit anything you want if it gets you to shut up ‘bout this.” he lightly taps the top of your head with a wad of money, making you squeeze your eyes shut with a delighted giggle once more.

“deal.” your hands slide up his chest to snake round his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．

[the-white-void]

Unbounded by the Trivial

You are an imposter but you don’t really care about anything anymore so you just let it be, it’s not like if you try hard enough you could change it.

You had a normal life and whatever happened you just let it be, “it is what it is” was your motto in life, so if there’s anything you don’t have control over, you wouldn’t go out of your way to change it.

And so after your mind was blown off you woke up in genshin impact and let your holy luck deal with what kind of situation you would end up in.

Oh lo and behold the Knights have swarmed you with weapons and blockaded your surroundings “Welp, I ain’t surviving this shit” you thought in your mind, the acting grandmaster marched through the crowd of knights while you simply stayed on the ground looking at everyone’s feet “you have committed high treason for impersonation of the divine one” her voice boomed across the field “you imprisoned until the gods of the nation’s decide what to do with you” as she readied her blade preparing for an attempt of your escape “ok” was all yet happened, you a criminal with unknown punishment simply just letting it happen?

The blade still in hand in belief that you were bluffing, you stood up with hands upfront “So what are you waiting for?” This move stunned the crowd as the Knight in front of you cuffed your hands with a puzzled face.

Taken to the dungeons of Mondstat you just waited while trying to chat with the guards and entertain yourself with their reactions, some were repellent against you, some were hesitant to reply, and some even turned into a therapy session.

It didn’t take long for the true creator to know of your arrival and then immediately start planning how they will greet their precious baby in their palace.

The archons rarely meet one another and especially all 7 of them in the same room and here they are because of you. It all started awkwardly since no one knew how to start this off, after some time the silence was broken by Zhongli “So it seems we all agree that something needs to be done with the imposter” he said looking suspiciously at the Tsaritsa “If you all agree?” he questioned, all of them nodded in agreement “so then what would you like to suggest then?” the dendro archon asked the other gods, the anemo archon quickly jumped up “a simple public execution would suffice their grace won’t it?” the green bard suggested but some were hesitant.

Therefore the hydro archon proposed a vote, those who wish for the undertaking of the imposter were to raise their right hand, and those who opposed were to raise their left. 4 raised their right hand, Zhongli, Venti, Ei, and Murata all agreed to punish the imposter by taking their life, and 2 presented their left hand in a debate against the option which was from the dendro and hydro archon, many were shocked by the god of justice going against the idea.

“Why would you of all people go against this?” Ei stood up and asked her in disbelief “Well serving unjust justice is no different than committing a crime and based on what I’ve heard they don’t seem to be doing anything wrong” she stated as the Tsaritsa cut her off “Your reasoning lacks evidence, as you said you’ve only heard it” her tone cold and stern sticking a nerve on the hydro archon “that’s funny coming from someone who chose no side and that is exactly why I wish to see for my self who this imposter really is if you’d allow me barbatoes” to which he approved.

The Divine overseer of teyvat ignored all their duties and continuously daydreamed about how their reunion would go as they decorated their place on all your desires with a joyous smile.

A few days pass until the God of Justice arrived in the city of freedom where the imposter was held imprisoned. Upon entering faint voices were heard from where they were supposed to be detained but when she arrived expecting a violent prisoner but saw a knight shedding tears at a figure behind bars gently patting their head and mouthing words she could not decipher.

The knight saw the high figure then quickly wiped their tears and greeted them with their voice croaking “Your majesty, welcome to Mondstat, the imposter is held here” They gestured to your cell while you were limped on the bars looking at the god before you “so are you here to kill me?” this question was unexpected from someone with the face the deity that sees all “no but I am here for answers, specifically from you” she glowered at you “although I am against just killing you for no apparent reason other than looking like them I do have to know your intentions. Now tell” as she motions the guards to leave

You sigh and tell them what you know including some hints about your world.

“So you tell me you are from another world where this world is implemented as a game where everything is recorded as a story for people all over your world”

“Yep”

“I see… am I any good?”

“huh?”

“You did say all of teyvat became a game in your world so what did you think of me?”

“I don’t know, you weren’t in it yet”

A disappointed sigh left her lips while you were confused. “As much as what you have told me does seem farfetched, how do you expect me to believe this?” your expression was all drained from thinking about what you’ve been doing with your life “Believe what you want to believe, it ain’t really my problem”

“Aren’t you a little too pessimistic?”

“It’s from experience and from that I just gave up on controlling things that are out of control”

The hydro archon stood up to leave the saddening aura of the room “You are one weak soul aren’t you” she said before she left “I am… and pathetic”

Out of the dungeon waiting for the god of justice were the other six archons waiting for what was information about the imposter.

“What did you find out about them?” the god of freedom taunted “Nothing? I bet they wouldn’t even talk to you”

“They looked lost and defeated, but what they said is unbelievable… but possible”

“Sympathy from you? They must be lucky?” the war wretched god teased

“Well, what did they say?” the wisdom-thirsty deity asked

“That is not necessary, 4 to 2 when we decided if they are to be executed for the public and for their grace” the former geo archon imposed on the group.

Not long when the execution day had come when your head was locked in a guillotine, you were shaking no your body was but you just stayed still as your tears ran down your face.

After decorating their palace and planning how you two will be with each other and replaying all these scenarios in their head they finally descend upon the lands of teyvat but it was quiet… and silent and they finally realized that they have not checked up on the people for some time and saw what was to happen, nothing but rage was all they could feel as they dashed through the wind to find you

Your head was cut but you did not die, you were wide awake while looking at your headless body, it did not have muscles or bones, it was like a tip bucked with golden blood being spilt across the floor, you tried to stand up and so did your body and it worked like it was normal.

Many were horrified by the blood they had spilt, divine blood, but you simply picked up your head and lifted it above your head

“Holy smokes dude, this cut is insane, shoutout to my barber daug”

Then the earth began to rumble and the winds and thunders covered the sky before the Divine Deity you’ve heard of appears before you, several thoughts came swirling down your head until you dropped then the creator’s face turned to worry as they trembled from the sound of your head clashing with the ground, it didn’t take long for your head blood to run out where you fainted.

You woke up in the arms of the creator snuggling you close to their arms humming a lullaby you are unfamiliar with “Oh, you’re awake, are feeling any better? Do you need me to get something?” Their words going through one ear out the other “Are you that god they talkin' about?” “Yes but no need for such formalities my dear child” their tone giving off the feeling ling clouds “So you are like my parent now?” “I always have been” You were beyond confused but you’ll ask about it later.

“Ok, but what happened to uh.. the hydro archon?” You were curious about her since that day “She’s imprisoned like the others” “but she didn’t do anything” “Oh, I see very well then I’ll get her”.

She was released shortly after and she thanked you for your generosity but you simply wish for a chat every now and then, the Tsaritsa was also released since she was merely listening for information

[theirishwolfhound]

Wow holy shit wasn't expecting people to actually like the idea of Menace reader so here's part two! Part three in the works with a poll on the end of this one to see how it goes. Enjoy :)

Thus begins the prank war.

It would go back and forth for a few weeks, Menace constantly finding new ways to make sure they're never one upped by the other operators in playful retaliation to their pranks.

For example: they knew it was Gaz who painted "dickhead" on their helmet with glow in the dark paint, so in turn they messed with the bottoms of his boots so they squeaked with every step. When Kyle had seen Menace after the fact, he chased them down while they cackled like a hyena becauae who wouldn't laugh if the person chasing them had squeakers strapped to their heel.

Or how Soap managed to switch out Menace's body wash with a menthol infused one— so when he caught Soap in the shared restrooms he dumped ice cold water onto the man's bare back and head. Never before had Menace needed to run out of a shower so fast to the sounds of Scottish yeling, but John learned to shower whenever the Coperal was fucking off somewhere else.

When the Price and Ghost managed to inconvenience Menace by changing the keyboard configuration on their computer and unscrewed the bolts of their chair... they responded in kind by seran wrapping Every. Single. Item in Price's office when he was on a mission. Though truly this one backfired as they were called into the same office nearly an hour later— running face first into a near invisible seran wrap blockade that was hiding in the doorway, and they had to help unwrap all of their hard work.

They had even replaced all of Ghost's nice, full pens with shitty one's that are completely empty when they knew he had a lot of writing to do that day. Little did they know he kept a pen on him at all times, but they did hear soft swearing from his office when they passed by— mild inconveniences worked best on him, after all he had briefly mentioned that life was a big inconvenience as is.

It's all fine and dandy, but Menace knows they have to step up their game.

Then one of them winds up in a snare trap that Menace set on the path around the base, only for said trickster to pop out of a bush wearing a ghillie suit they stole from sod earlier in the day. They'd been waiting all day for John to spring their trap and now that they got him where they want him, what happens?

Three words.

Pool Noodle Piñata

Menace doesn't even let the man get a fighting chance before they're whacking him in the stomach, only to dart away when they realized he hadn't come alone. John and Kyle had come with water guns to find them, and they nearly yelled at the ice cold water that just barely sprayed their back.

The new idea of the pseudo guerrilla prank warfare was entertaining to say the least... and provided a good means of training for practically everyone at the base. After all, some other soldiers had gotten into the crossfire multiple times. Whether it be the salt that had been replaced by sugar, or stumbling into an office that had just been boobytrapped for someone else.

Everyone knew how to be professional when they needed to, but when they didn't have to there were the occasional nerf gun fights in the cafeteria led by none other than Menace themself, or a water balloon strike from the roof of one of the buildings.

Team building exercises they would call it others would call it an uprising. But the operators of 141 knew better, especially after realizing how Menace meant no harm— this is just who they were.

Their harmless trickster.

The same harmless trickster who comes back from a mission to find that their office had been fully gift-wrapped and the boys who had done it were hiding behind the door with swords fashioned from the sane pool noodle they used on Johnny.

Though the bottle of glitter Menace had picked up along the way came in handy since they were all in once space together. To this day everyone is picking glitter out of their hair or clothes. So who really won this time.

PT 1 | PT 2 | PT 3

[samiiy20]

♡ 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒙 (𝒇𝒕. 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏) ♡

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Lee Felix x fem!reader x Hyunjin 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: Smut 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 3.5k 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: Threesome, unprotected sex, a bit of degradation, oral sex (f), fingering, eating cum, a little interaction between both boys, masturbation, voyeurism. 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠: Things get out of hand while you and your boyfriend are watching a movie, but someone else joins in on the action.

n/a: I apologize for the blockade, I will try to be more active, I hope you enjoy this. Maybe I'll make some modifications to it later.

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This content NOT is for minors!!!

This is merely entertainment, this does not represent any real person.

It is forbidden to copy or translate my work.

English NO is my first language.

You always took advantage of the weekends to spend time with your boyfriend, between university, work, homework and projects, they were the only days where you felt like you could relax. You never turned down his invitations to hang out holding hands or go somewhere to eat or have fun, but today you just wanted to rest.

"What do you want to do today?" Felix asked hugging you.

"I don't know" you buried your head in the pillow "I feel like I could die."

"ohh my baby has been working hard all week right?" you nodded accepting his cuddles on your head and his kisses on your forehead "do you want to sleep?" without using your voice you brought your body closer to his.

"But stay with me" You heard a giggle from him but he didn't protest and put his hands on your waist while he said nice things to you and you fell into a deep sleep.

You didn't know how much time passed since you fell asleep, but Felix's absence forced you to get up to look for him. The house was dark but you could hear the sound of the TV in the distance. When you arrived you saw your boyfriend and his roomie. Hyunjin saw you and raised his hand in greeting.

"Hii" the greeting made Felix turn in your direction.

"I…"

"come honey" Felix extended his hand and still a little sleepy you went to where he was, he took you by the waist and sat you on his lap "sorry for leaving you" he said in your ear, holding his hands to your abdomen. You leaned your body over his chest placing your head on his shoulder and gave him a kiss on the neck.

"shhh don't interrupt others."

The truth was that you did not understand anything about the movie and sleep began to take over you again, Felix's caresses on your bare legs did not help. You tried to close your eyes but you concentrated on his fingers fluttering over your skin and although you could start something with Hyunjin present, you resisted doing it, but… a caress went unnoticed, right?

You moved a little on his crotch to “” accommodate ”” thinking that he wouldn't notice either, but his caresses on your skin went up a little until entering under the blouse you were wearing.

The contact between the two was very discreet, slow and torturous, having only a little. Your boyfriend's hands were already under your clothes but they didn't move at all and it only made you desperate, your hips were eager to start moving but you remembered that you were not alone and the only thing you could do was resist the temptation.

Hyunjin was not stupid, he knew that since you arrived you had started to play a little, he could hear how the fabric of his clothes moved and how the sofa began to creak a little more. He didn't say anything because he knew they wouldn't start anything with the present��� or it was just the fact of wanting to discover where they could go, but that made him a pervert so he only thought of the first option.

Felix knew you and knew from the way you were moving that you wanted more, he was aware of how your hands were getting dangerously close to his thighs, how your head turned to put your lips on his neck and how his cock began to harden.

Somewhere in your head you forgot everything and just focused on your boyfriend's cock pressing on your butt, on his hands trying to climb your breasts but stopping to think better of it. Your gaze was focused on Hyunjin and since he was the only one concentrating on the movie, so you took Felix's hands and held them. you forced them to go up where they wanted.

"you know what you do?" Felix's voice was barely a whisper, but you managed to hear it perfectly "you're playing with fire" you ignored his words and moved more looking for friction on his hardened member "are you sure you want to burn?"

The tone in his deep voice was different from when he sang praises in your name, this time it was firm and with a slight hint of warning, but you kept ignoring him, he was not the type of man who would risk someone seeing them, much less in such a compromising situation with his friend nearby.

You felt free to lick his neck trying to provoke him, but the sudden grip on your breasts surprised you, causing you to let out a slight moan that you immediately suppressed.

Hyunjin seemed unaware of the situation but in reality he could see everything through the screen and he tried to look away ignoring that his cock was screaming for him to be touched, but where was he supposed to look, any movement and they could find out.

Although Felix wasn't used to being in these kinds of situations, the truth was that he was enjoying it, feeling how his girlfriend was grinding his cock while his friend pretended not to notice when he was really just as needy. All because of you, maybe he thought you deserved a punishment. Your boyfriend didn't seem to want to stop and he pushed his way through your pants to touch you.

"What are you doing?" you whispered trying to close your legs while you saw Hyunjin scared.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" His voice was no longer so low but you tried to convince yourself that his friend wasn't listening.

"Yea, but…"

"Then shut your mouth" Your boyfriend's new posture provoked your core and you wanted to see more of her, but you were afraid that Hyunjin could turn around at any moment, even so, with fear in your gut you spread your legs to give him space to Felix's caresses.

Hyunjin couldn't focus her attention on anything other than the slight sighs you let out trying in vain to remain silent. He was cursing Felix over and over again for doing this to him but he really didn't want to admit how much he was enjoying the show.

No one thought Felix was evil, but he really wanted to see how much you and Hyunjin could take. He had heard him masturbating several times and that was normal, he did it too, although he wondered if he had heard correctly when he heard him say your name.

Your boyfriend's hands did not stop moving in your center and when he found your clit he smiled pressing it a little hard causing you to squirm in his arms while I watched as Hyunjin took a breath with his gaze lost on the screen.

Felix's fingers played with your folds and his mouth had moved closer to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bruises behind him. All the time you had bitten your lips trying not to make a noise, they were swollen but you couldn't feel the pain anymore, you only had the taste of your own blood but when your boyfriend started moving his fingers near your entrance you didn't know if you could continue like this

Hyunjin would go crazy if he didn't stick his hand down his pants right now and fuck himself, even though his head was screaming for him to look at the scene behind him, the truth was that he could see a little if he moved his eyes, but he wanted the full view. He wanted to see how you stuck to Felix's body and see your legs open showing your beautiful wet pussy while your mouth let out desperate sighs. He blinked hard trying to dispel those thoughts from his mind, you were his friend's girlfriend, he couldn't think of you that way.

Your gaze was straight ahead, but the images on the TV passed you by and you decided to look at Hyunjin, he seemed calm and collected as if he wasn't listening to anything, but you could feel his ragged breathing and clenched jaw, his fisted hands resting on his chest lap very close to her noticeable bulge. He knew it, but you wondered why he didn't move, he could have gotten angry and left or just left, he could have complained to them from the beginning but no, there he was totally still, pretending not to hear how Felix's fingers played with your entrance.

You held onto your boyfriend's hands and every second it was hard for you to breathe calmly, you had lost your mind and now you didn't care to sigh harder, Felix had played a lot with you and his fingers slowly pumping inside you made your legs tremble, you could taste the orgasm after a few strokes, but then it stopped.

"Honey, I told you not to make noise" his voice took on a calm tone but he said it loud enough to be heard in the whole room "look how you have our poor friend, right Hyunjin?"

Hyunjin finally dared to turn around and immediately regretted it when he saw Felix's smile, his hand was still inside your pants but he could see the moisture in them, your head was resting on his shoulder and your chest was rising and falling showing the bruises on your neck.

"Felix, I… I didn't know what to do…" he thought about the words on his tongue but forced himself to say something more coherent "I didn't… I didn't want to" without saying anything your boyfriend let out a dry laugh and deprived you from the touch of his fingers, but he did not remove you from his body. It was fun to see how Hyunjin tried to think of something other than you, he found it funny how he forced himself to look at his face every time his eyes strayed to your body.

You felt embarrassed by the situation you started that you could only hide your face in your boyfriend's neck, but one of his hands took your face and forced you to look at the other.

"You have more in common than you think" his lips touched your ear and you felt his teeth dig into your flesh. You didn't want to move a bit and you didn't want to see him, the only thing left was to look at the other boy with a little fear trying to think of what he was saying "they are both cute, they talk when they sleep, they like coffee…" Felix's hands caressed your head caressing your hair but unlike other times a shiver ran through you "and they both think I'm an idiot."

Hyunjin finally looked at you trying to speak in silence, trying to decipher the words of his friend, but there was no need for them to guess, if he knew then it was only for one thing. Fear shook your body and you finally sat up, turning your head, afraid to speak.

"What are you talking about?" Hyunjin's voice had trembled a bit, but if he didn't notice…

"Hahahahaha please, do you think I don't realize how they look at each other?" They looked at each other for a second and paid attention to his words "they ogle, you" he pointed at Hyunjin without smiling "you should be quieter when you masturbate, or at least try to moan my girlfriend's name more softly" Hyunjin's face had lost color and he felt an emptiness in his chest, he lowered his head without being able to look at either of them, but Felix continued smiling "and you love" he took a handful of your hair approaching your lips "You should say his lower name when you dream of him."

The room fell silent, the tension rising and choking them both, but Felix was the one to continue.

"But… I'm not mad" they dared to look at him again "actually… I wouldn't mind sharing you" they were both confused and wanted to ask him a million questions, but before they could say anything he went ahead "do you still want to follow, right?" His hand touched your center above the clothes and you let out a surprised moan "and you sure want to see, but why don't you help me?"

Hyunjin thought that Felix had gone crazy, but he was insane to nod without thinking.

"Are you ready, love? You will finally have what you dreamed of."

You didn't know if he was making fun of you or if he meant it, but with your mind still confused and cloudy you just nodded.

Felix wasn't angry, he meant it. In fact, if someone had to feel bad here, it was him, because he not only masturbated thinking about both together and not only dreamed of both, but he pretended not to, when in reality he was more than excited to have them in the palm of his hand .

"Come here Hyunjin" the aforementioned obeyed without thinking, but he didn't know what to do. He heard a laugh from his friend and thought she was just playing with him "kiss her"

His gaze went from your eyes to your lips and behind you, where Felix was sitting comfortably. Your eyes were fixed on his movements but the curiosity to try his lips was stronger than you thought when you took his shirt a bit desperately and brought him closer joining his mouths. At first no one made any move and you didn't know who was the one who took the initiative, but now his lips moved desperately and tried to prove everything.

Hyunjin had only gotten a little carried away at first, but when he heard you moan into his mouth because his friend's hands had squeezed your thighs, he didn't even think about it and he raised his hands to your breasts, massaging them over the fabric, but he was also lost in the sensation of your fingers in his hair and how you held him a little tight looking for more closeness.

You didn't want to think about the pressure on your chest from kissing another man like this, but your mind was still remembering your boyfriend's words “I'm not angry”. Hyunjin's kisses made you forget everything and you only concentrated on his tongue playing with yours. He pulled away for a moment to take a breath and looked at you ignoring the eyes of the man behind you and he joined your neck leaving new marks.

You let your neck rest on your boyfriend's shoulder to give his friend more space, Felix would not admit that he enjoyed the sight of someone else's mouth making you moan, of how his hands sought to caress all your skin but that your hands scratch their thighs. Hyunjin had been kneeling with his mouth at the beginning of your pants and his hands on your legs.

"Continue" Felix suggested taking off your shirt and releasing your breasts leaving Hyunjin's mouth open "pretty aren't they?"

You dared to look at Hyunjin and as he gazed at your breasts, his mouth opened just to get closer and taste them. His tongue turned over your nipples and his teeth were marked on your sensitive skin making you moan.

Felix didn't let Hyunjin do everything, his hands had hooked on your dressed center causing you to start begging.

"Lix…"

"What's up love?" His fingers kept moving knowing what you wanted, but he would see to it that you had something better.

He unbuttoned your pants and Hyunjin separated a little when he noticed it to have a good view of what he had imagined. Your wet pussy was left in the air and you heard how both boys let out an anxious sigh. Felix ran his fingers over it spreading your juices through the folds.

Hyunjin felt his cock throb and you could feel it through his pants, you got closer to feel his lips extending your hand to his bulge leaving your ass exposed for a moment to your boyfriend. You stayed sitting on Hyunjin's lap moving his hips leaving your juices on his clothes while you tried to calm down. Felix joined the ground getting behind to kiss your neck and give Hyunjin's body a slight push so that he was lying down.

"What do you want, pretty boy?" Felix's voice asked over your shoulder to see the other's face. "Your cock in his pussy or your mouth in his?"

Hyunjin's head was struggling, but the movements of your hip did not allow him to think clearly and although he wanted to appease the pain in his crotch, if this was the only opportunity he would have, he would like your taste to stay in his mind. .

"I want to have her in my mouth."

Felix's breath tickled your neck but you managed to hear a laugh as he cupped your hips.

"What do you say love? Do you want?" Although you didn't say it, the way you moved betrayed your desire for his lips to kiss you. You had dreamed of this and you were not going to miss the opportunity, but you were a little afraid.

Your knees were on each side of Hyunjin's head and although you were very close to doing so, you stopped looking at him.

"Are you sure? What if…I crush you?" Hyunjin gave you a smile and took your hips drawing you closer to his face.

"It will be a pleasure. "

Her head rose looking for her fate and when you felt her tongue pass through your folds you moaned in response forgetting everything you said. Her mouth was kissing every part of you and her tongue was searching for your clit.

Felix could feel the pre-cum staining his pants. The image from behind was a spectacle for his eyes. Hyunjin's hands dig into your skin, your body bent leaving your entire ass in view of him, his friend's tongue playing in circles with your clit and your entrance clenching to nothing. He had to do something if he didn't want to cum right there just watching.

Without much thought, he placed himself where you had been before and for a moment Hyunjin was surprised to feel another weight on his lap, but he didn't complain and continued with his thing. Felix could feel the pressure of Hyunjin's cock but he found himself moving a little on top of him, maybe it was just the desperation of the moment he thought. You felt Hyunjin's movements stop for a moment as he tried not to think about his friend on his lap, he knew he was as hard as he was and he wanted to help him a bit, after all he was lending him his girlfriend to fulfill his fantasies. One of Hyunjin's hands ended up on one of Felix's thighs with a little fear of his reaction but when he felt how he took it to put it on the cock dressed as he sighed trying to continue with you.

Hyunjin's mouth was already starting to make you lose your mind but when some familiar fingers started playing at your entrance you felt your thighs try to close, but you forced them to keep them open. Two of Felix's digits plunged inside you making you moan his name, he wasted no time and started pumping making you scratch the floor trying to focus on something else to hold on, but Hyunjin's tongue on your clit didn't help either, you were Lost and they both knew it.

Felix could feel how your walls were squeezing his fingers and Hyunjin could feel your thighs getting closer to his face but no one seemed to care, they wanted to take you to the end. You moaned loudly while you felt like with each lick and thrust you lost your mind, you let yourself be carried away by the pleasure that ran through your body and you released yourself in Hyunjin's mouth, which he gladly received.

You took a breath trying to catch your breath, your boyfriend's fingers coming out of you made you squirm and Hyunjin cleaning your juices made you sigh. You felt a little bad for both of you, you had only been thinking about yourself and they were still hard, but the truth was that a few moments ago they had already reached their climax.

You turned and saw your boyfriend move quickly to the ground. Hyunjin spread his hands out breathing heavily and you smiled at the mess they had made.

"Second round?" you asked moving closer to Felix to kiss him.

"I don't think he can stand it," he said, pointing to the man who was getting up.

"Are you dare me?"

The three of them laughed as Hyunjin handed you a blanket to cover your body.

"Then let's go to the room."

You got up purposely letting the blanket slide down your body only to pick it up again while showing your used pussy to the guys knowing they would follow you at any moment.

[tinydefector]

Saviour

Prowl & Male human

Warnings: Vent Fic, Angst, talk of dead parents, police investigations, documents over accident,

Word count: 1.9k

Before reading: This fic is mainly a self insert for myself, I write to help cope, and we'll Prowls one of my comfort characters. So if you don't feel comfortable, don't read. This was mainly just self-indulgent for myself and to try and help me heal over this situation I am currently in.

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A young human stalks through the Autobots base, many bots giving a puzzled look as he storms past, barely acknowledging them. They can see the tear marks on his face as he walks by but any call from them falls on deaf ears and he stalk further into the Arks halls. 

It's only when he arrives at the large set of doors does he finally stop for a moment, taking a deep breath and walking into the office room. Prowl is sitting at his desk looking rather annoyed to be disturbed when the young man storms in. Prowl lifts his gaze from his data pads, bright blue optics focus in as the human enters his office unannounced. 

He takes note of the tear marks and heavy breathing, signalling the other's distress. However, as SIC of the Autobots, his time is limited and responsibilities many, and he didn't have time for this. "State your business," he says evenly, optics flickering back to the multiple screens as he scrubs through data while also running diagnostics and calculations. "How may I assist you?" He hopes this is a matter of true importance, and not merely the twins causing issues again, he had enough on his roster without them ruining his schedule. 

the young man took a shaky breath before speaking. "You're a Tactician, and work with the police force here on Earth?" They ask, staring into his optics pleading.  

Prowl stills for a moment, optics flickering back to them, a low hum resonates from his engine as he debates if this is really worth putting on his work to entertain the human’s inquiries. turmoil is rather visible to the bot. "You are correct. I assist the Autobots by providing strategic analysis and planning, drawing from my previous experience in the Cybertronian enforcement corps." He replies, his lips forming into a thin line as he stares them down. 

"Are you able to get access to police records and information not available to the public?, and are you under the same restrictions as human police with information?" He can see the desperation on the young man's face, he knew people didn't come to him for things, and the fact of how riled up and desperate the human looked, something was up. 

"Accessing classified law enforcement files without due cause could compromise ongoing investigations and is highly illegal to bribe for information" he replies firmly. "As an officer, I am bound by the protocols and restrictions of that position." 

He can see the desperation in their expression, yet allowing emotions to sway his judgement would set a poor precedent. "Explain your need and I will evaluate whether accessing such data is worth my time. But understand that my role is one of procedure, oversight and lawful conduct. Mere personal matters do not warrant breaching security protocols." His optics remain fixed on the human, silently prompting them to provide a reasonable rationale before he makes any decisions. Emotion will not compel him on such a matter. 

The young man sighs looking defeated, "it's not an ongoing investigation, I just want a report that I keep getting blockaded over. I've tried going the legal route, tried getting in contact with the investigation team, but no one will talk to me." They state, he can see them dancing around the subject. And it makes him rather on edge of what information they could possibly be looking for, he knows some of the humans with the Autobots have rather sketchy past mainly Raoul. But the evasion doesn't sit well with him. 

As SIC, protecting sensitive data and maintaining lawful conduct is paramount to his position. "Emotional appeals will not sway me from my duty," he replies crisply. "Your personal affairs, while no doubt important to you, do not merit risking classified files without clear cause pertaining to the Autobot mission or threat assessment. If authorities have deemed the matter closed, I suggest accepting that."

His optics narrow slightly. "Either provide specific details to justify accessing records, or this discussion is over. Vague suspicions benefit no one. My role is to uphold order and protocols, not enable frivolous adventures or satisfy idle curiosity at risk of my position or partnership with our human allies." 

Prowl keeps his tone neutral but firm, brooking no argument. He turns back to continue typing away, he can see the young man sitting his lip, looking around, he looked as if he was a caged creature. 

 "I want the Accident Report on my mother's death, and the Coroner's report" the young man finally states, the quiet of the room is almost deafening as the young man stares at the floor trying not to start crying again, his eyes already puffy and red from the last time.

Prowl's doorwings shift thoughtfully upon hearing this new information. A deceased relative's case was not what he was expecting. His optics dull slightly as he watches their movements. "I see." His tone softens marginally. "However, accessing closed files still requires due process. What makes you believe the reports you seek were improperly withheld?"

He places his digits together, optics remaining fixed on the human. "Explain your rationale. If you suspect foul play or cover-up, I will review the circumstances officially. But I cannot act on mere feelings or to indulge mourning. My role is to facilitate law and order through protocol and facts. Convince me your request is warranted." Prowl remains poised. 

 "No, no nothing like that, like I know why she's dead I know what happened. I'm getting blockaded by my mum’s boyfriend out of spite because he didn't get my mums super, so he's been doing everything he can to make it seem like my siblings and I aren't part of the picture to the point I have sent multiple emails, certificated copies of identification to police, investigations teams and other people just to try and get these reports and I've been dealing with this for months, I just want some paperwork stating what happened instead of everyone's theories and lies." He starts choking up a bit as he explains the situation. By all means he had done everything legally, but still had nothing, he wouldn't even be asking this of Prowl but he had exhausted all his resources.

Prowl listens closely, processing this new context. Clearly emotion runs high in this private family matter. While personal vendettas do not concern him, withholding lawful documentation to undermine grieving kin is another matter. "I see. Harassment and obstruction of legitimate requests is intolerable." His doorwings flick slightly. "Providing your identification and relationship is documented, accessing the files you seek should not be denied. However, the appropriate channels must be followed to avoid further issues." 

He swipes away from the channels he was monitoring and flicking over to another Web, typing away quickly and he begins starting a search file. His optics meet the human's calmly. "Supply me with the details necessary to verify your claims. With that, I will contact the enforcement team associated with this case. to request the situation be properly resolved and the requested reports." He states plainly as if it was something he could do rather simply and it nearly makes the young man want to start sobbing.  

He gives the details, and other information Prowl requests, the exhaustion on his face is very visible. If anything he looked worse than Prowl had ever seen a living human before. It makes Prowl soften for a moment as he moves from his seat towards the young man, He nearly gasps as Prowl gently picks him up. Placing him up on his desk as he grabs a rather large fibre cloth and drapes it over the human as he makes himself busy running details and information hunting. 

"Prowl...thank you, I'm sorry I bothered you with this but, I'm just at my limits" they mumble as he pulls the neon green cloth around his shoulders. Sitting on the table close to the cybertronian. Prowl let's out a partial hum and he types away Contacting investigation teams using his Alias as an FBI agent to bypass the red tape that many others would have differently with, Prowl makes the case directly yet discreetly. Ensuring proper verification of identity and claim, he "requests" full disclosure and closure of the matter. And personally requesting all documentation and information over the case.  

Soon after, he looks down at them. "It is done. The reports should be processed and the request sent to my file in the next lunar cycle. Let this ordeal be over, till then I'd recommend proper recharge, your frame is rather dishevelled." He promised that this would be over the moment he got the files. And if he had to he would personally deliver them to the young man. Prowl acknowledges the human's gratitude with a respectful nod. "You have endured more than enough. Your request was reasonable and deserved seeing to."  

As the man settles with the protective covering, Prowl returns his gaze discreetly to his work shifting from his data collection, ark status reports and also monitoring local radio chatter as he continues flicking between them. With matters now progressing as intended, Prowl's processor. The young man sits there quietly; it makes Prowl wonder, he never looked into how he had come into being one of the Autobots humans, he wasn't very social with many including the other mechs. 

He knew the basics, He was aware Beachcomber had been the one who had brought the young man in and the two a rather close. did anyone else know about this part of his life or had he kept everyone blissfully unaware. Prowl had his own questions now of the little mystery of the human on his table.

his attention shifts to backlogged files on this individual's integration among the Autobots. Cross-referencing records show their association, though specifics are scarce.

Turning to address the man, Prowl inquires, "Your partnership with us began through Beachcomber, yet details remain undefined. How did you fall into the custody of the Autobots?."His tone remains calm and professional. 

The young man lets out a soft noise as if embarrassed over it. "Ahhh it was so fucking embrassing!, I was out in the middle of nowhere because who else would be out there because I just wanted to be away from people so I could scream and just melt down and this blue beach buggy just comes out of nowhere, while I was having my moment and he scared the shit out of me, transformed gave me a panic attack, calmed me down and we just kinda sat together for a few hours" he explains,  "umm since then he kinda kept an eye on me, think he thought bring me here would make it easier to keep tabs on me, he's good like that"

Prowl listens with keen interest, storing the new data point about Beachcomber and Their unorthodox bonding. "I see. Beachcomber does have a way of drawing organic lifeforms under his circuitry, it seems." A flicker of amusement enters his tone - rare, but this tale piques even his logical sensibilities. It goes quiet between them for a while before Prowl finally speaks again. 

“Your welcome to stay for a while. Please don't distract me while I work, Optimus has me running multiple reports” he hums, quickly typing away. “Thank you” he mumbles softly as he presses against Prowl's side. Just enjoy the quiet of the office, and Prowl works. 

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[allthebrazilianpolitics]

On the first day without X, many Brazilians say they feel disconnected from the world

The blocking of social media platform X in Brazil divided users and politicians over the legitimacy of the ban, and many Brazilians on Saturday had difficulty and doubts over navigating other social media in its absence.

The shutdown of Elon Musk’s platform started early Saturday, making it largely inaccessible on both the web and through mobile apps after the billionaire refused to name a legal representative to the country, missing a deadline imposed by Supreme Court Justice Alexandre de Moraes. The blockade marks an escalation in a monthslong feud between Musk and de Moraes over free speech, far-right accounts and misinformation.

Brazil is one of the biggest markets for X, with tens of millions of users.

“I’ve got the feeling that I have no idea what’s happening in the world right now. Bizarre,” entertainment writer and heavy X user Chico Barney wrote on Threads. Threads is a text-based app developed by Instagram that Barney was using as an alternative. “This Threads algorithm is like an all-you-can-eat restaurant where the waiter keeps serving things I would never order.”

Bluesky, a social media platform that was launched last year as an alternative to X and other more established sites, has seen a large influx of Brazilians in the past couple of days. The company said Friday it has seen about 200,000 new users from Brazil sign up during that time, and the number “continues to grow by the minute.” Brazilian users are also setting records for activities such as follows and likes, Bluesky said.

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[whumpsoda]

Escape - Malak & Adrastus

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This takes place right before the straight jacket part!

cw: vampire whumper, vomit, escape attempt, recapture, choking, conditioning/brainwashing

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Open.

The door was open.

Eyes wide and mouth agape, Malak couldn’t tear his tinted glassy gaze from the front door of the manor, wind carefully inching it ever so farther open by the second.

He wasn’t restrained. He was crawling about on his hands and knees, yes, embarrassingly so, but he wasn’t restrained. In the extravagant kitchen mere feet away the vampire bumbled around marble counters, preparing him food he wouldn’t eat, too sick over the idea of eating from their wretched dead hand.

He could run. He could. Sure, he was already aware he would be unable to open the door himself, they’d already placed a thick blockade of nausea in his mind at the thought, but the exit was already open. Waiting for him to run right through it.

Malak’s burly fingers curled over the wooded flooring, legs steadily making their way to his feet. Even with a dizzy mind, sending him swaying as he made his way to a crouch, Malak refused to let the chance of escape go to waste.

If he didn’t at least try, choosing to ignore the obvious sign to run, Malak was going to die there.

He would never make it out of the creature’s all powerful grasp, already having begun to succumb to their brain boggling abilities. They would force him under their thumb until they saw fit. Keeping him around as a living ragdoll, swaying his mind to do whatever entertained them most.

Swaying gently up on two feet he swallowed, a thick and juicy load of saliva that gradually slipped down his throat. He swiftly pushed off with one foot, beginning his venture to the front door.

Malak slipped right through, although begrudgingly wobbling uneasily with dizziness, pushing past the wave of nausea that accompanied. Deep in his mind was the irritating blockade the vampire had placed, violently reminding him of a strict rule they had implemented in his brain.

Don’t leave, don’t leave, don’t leave, don’t leave, don’t leave, don’t leave, don’t leave, don’t-

As soon as his foot hit the porch Malak lurched forward, slick, hot sludge crawling up his throat in seconds, just before he could attempt to push it back down. He gagged, head piercing with the strike of intense pain accompanying.

Malak continued moving even as a slurry of acidic bitterness dribbled from his quivering lips, gripping his pounding head with one hand. The vomit was wretched and sour as vomit tended to be, but still was a shocking taste that stained and infected his mouth and warm tongue.

Still, he pushed forward.

Sharp strands of long and slick grass tore through his thin skin as he stumbled through the outstretched field that surrounded the manor, the same grass the only thing in sight as far as the eye could see. An uncomfortable observation that churned in his belly. Even so, he would not waste a chance as lucky as this.

Malak ran, and ran, and ran, until his body simply couldn’t keep up.

His breath soon began running short, quick and thin that didn’t power him for another step. His chest was shriveling dry, clawing at his insides to stop, to break for just a second.

Beyond better judgement his movement trailed to a skittish walk, swaying on his legs shaky with exhaustion, fingers burrowing into his knees. His chest heaved with each giant intake and exhale of breath, strikes of pain feeling like needles stuck through his abdomen.

Then, Malak perked up.

Footsteps.

Footsteps.

Closer, behind him, nearing footsteps, fast and constant, behind him,

“Stop.” 

The swift command reverberated inside his head, echoing and bouncing off the walls of his brain. His movement instantly obeyed, ceasing, leaving Malak unable to keep up his escape with his muscles compromised. 

He couldn’t see the vampire, still behind him and all, but he could hear them. Eerie, gradual crushes of crinkling grass, heavy heaves to catch their breath. 

Malak could do nothing but scream. Raw, guttural, and pained, tearing through the red flesh of his throat as he wailed, the danger of the situation finally settling in as Adrastus neared his front. Thick beads of sweat dripped over his brow. “Please, please!” 

Nimble fingers stroked his face, a clear cut path from his forehead down to his chin, a load of mind melting control accompanying the motion. Malak’s jaw fell easily slack, deep eyes rolling into the back of his head as if for a moment his brain was switched off by pleasure.

Even with his brain gone he still listened, ears wide open. Something clicked. Something metal.

Yanked back by a harsh jerk to the leash now attached to his collar Malak squealed, snapping out of the temporary trance. He was wrenched onto his backside, being brutally tugged by the vampire in the direction of their manor. “N- no! No! No!”

Paying Malak no mind Adrastus ignored his desperate hollers, continuing their intense stride with the large man behind them. “I’m- I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please! 

They were going to hurt him. It was common sense. In what world would they not?

Would they kill him?

Maybe.

A raw, strangled shriek scratched from the depths of his throat as he clawed with horror at the strings of thin grass around him, an action that made no difference. The collar tightened around his neck, effectively choking him as he wheezed for air.

Even with gripping fear trembling his tight bones, rage stirred from Malak’s belly, festering inside and infecting his mind as he took his exhausted muscles and fought back harder against the stronger creature. 

Malak made it back to his feet, unsuccessfully running in the opposite direction while still connected to the leather leash.

Who were they to do this? To decide they would hold the rest of his life in their hands, that they deserved to take him for themself? That he was somehow lesser than they were? “Get, off! Get off, get off, get offa’ me! Don’t touch me!” He screeched, bare feet slipping over mud as he attempted to run in the opposite direction.

An attempt that proved futile.

“Ple- ease!” They kept pulling.

“Stop, stop! Please, please, I’m sorr- y!”

No answer.

“Let me go!”

Adrastus jerked him forward by the neck with all of their vampiric might, knocking the wind out of Malak as he was sent hurdling down into the dirt once again. He whined as his back hit the rough ground, rocks and other material grinding into his flesh.

He wailed even more pitifully as they continued dragging him along, tears falling and his barren flesh getting repeatedly caught by sharpness. He gripped and pulled with desperation at the leather around his throat, trying with all his strength to not choke to death. “St- s- op!”

He was heftily pulled all the way back inside the house, curled into a weak ball of terror as to allow the rest of his body some safety, though his back stung and drooled rich red.

Adrastus finally dropped the leash, arms weak. They crouched over him with a tired grin, one met with a pitiful frown and pout.

“Hm. You managed quite the distance before I caught up to you. Remarkable.” They noted, looking him over with a spark of uncommon fury in their gaze. They reached out a hand to stroke his face, an action quickly rejected. “But, what else do I expect from my perfect little Malak.”

He cringed at the use of such a condescending pet name for an almost thirty year old, moist eyes squinting and blurring their face. It was something he didn’t expect to ever go away as long as he was captive. They appeared to enjoy his discomfort.

The monster chuckled. Laughed, condescendingly accompanied by an exhausted huff. “Naughty, naughty.” Their words twisted raspy and thick with bitterness, dropping the usual tone coated in giggles and saccharine. He swallowed rich saliva that slithered down the back of his throat. “Bad boy, love.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’d deserve a punishment.”

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[find-the-path]

Inklings Challenge 2024! My first story idea also went north out of the farthest sight so this is what we're going with. All dialogue (technically) so a lot of what I meant to put in is slightly off-screen. I think I do want to continue this though. @inklings-challenge

You asked for a tale and you’ll get one, don’t worry. Quiet now, this one’s true. There were once three brothers who lived in a bright kingdom down south. They were all moderately happy.

The eldest and most skilled with a sword longed for adventure in the north, where the kingdom used to stretch long ago. His gift was far-sight. On cloudy days he looked out east, south, west, north, and told stories of distant peoples to entertain his younger brothers.

The middle brother was the most practical of the three. His gift was swimming, as glad and airless as a fish. The whole family discovered that when he was three and the river was swollen, after much panic. His dream was to join the fleet of ships that patrolled the kingdom’s southern seas.

“---But he joined the pirates instead, and reformed the island blockade!”

What’s all this about pirates, all of a sudden? The royal navy fights the pirates, son, they don’t join them. That’d be counter-productive. Don’t interrupt the story.

The youngest, the quickest, hadn’t yet decided what he wanted to do. He had time, for his own gift had not yet become apparent.

In due time the eldest brother came of age and went off to seek his fortune. Northward, of course, as he’d always wanted. The lands were wide and empty to the north, save for small towns full of insular people and stretches of jagged mountains that the royal geologist had a personal grudge against.

He went past those mountains. Past the brown hills he found beyond them. Looking north, he saw clouds of mist obscuring the furthest stretched of his sight. In the company of a band of scouts he passed out of knowledge of homeland and family, and ceased to be heard of.

Years passed. The younger two brothers grew up and left the house, seeking their fortune afar. Rumors of war in the north grew louder. The king called his council to advise him on the matter, but what they discussed was not known in the kingdom, and the youngest brother chafed at the ignorance. The north had always held a mystery for him--- that of his brother’s death. They all assumed he was dead by now: a fairly intelligent assessment.

At last ten winters were gone by and the youngest brother was as grown as he was ever going to be. He decided he would go north himself, to discover what had the royal advisers in such disagreement, and also a hint of what had happened to the eldest.

He set out in autumn---

“But Papa, the middle brother! Did he go sailing? Did he fight the pirates?”

I don’t know if he ever went sailing, son. I suppose he might’ve found pirates but that’s not what this story is about yet.

“It’s your story, how can you not know?”

Yes, it’s my story, and it’s still being told. Shh and let me finish.

Just north of the capital the youngest brother found a caravan under attack, and helped fight off the mercenaries in return for information and dinner. He tracked the men who hired the bandits to a research town on the edge of the great forest, where he heard tell of a dragon set up in the mountains blocking his path. I can’t see the dragon, which mean it probably can’t see us, but there’s enough sources to look credible enough.

He’s trying to go around it now. If he gets across the moor--- and if that dragon doesn’t see him--- he might make it.

“But you said nobody’s got over the wall for ten years!”

Not since I did it, no. But my brothers... they’re another kind of stubborn. Your uncle’s coming, lad, and when he does we’ll be ready.

[charbles]

Does your AU have an old man consequences? If so how do they look as well as act like? 

oh boy does Funland have OMC!

Old man consequences is Henry in the afterlife, hes technically blockaded from entering Happiest Day (basically fnaf soul heaven @galacticaldisaster feel free to correct me if wrong we haven't been working on that end of the au recently so i'm kinda rusty on it)

hes in purgatory or something like that? but he gets to watch William get absolutely Bodied in Hell which is prime time entertainment when that guy killed not only your kids but your wife as well.

The reason why hes not allowed in Happiest Day is because technically since he masterminded Pizzeria Simulator, and assumed Michael wanted to burn with everyone else, He technically "murdered" Michael, who was not only completely unaware of the whole burning thing, but also completely not ready to move on yet and ABSOLUTELY terrified.

all around? hes very apologetic towards how pizzeria simulator had to go down in order to put an end to Williams BS, but in general, he is much like Henry is normally. (MEANING NOT, YK, FULL OF VENGEANCE AND ARSON)

Hes Very Much Dad shaped

basically the progression of the Henry in the au is very much

Alive old Grandpa man ->Crispy Burnt Crocodile Ghost Fishing Purgatory-> I'm Possessing a bear because I burnt alive right next to it why the hell am i in an amusement park

[novalupin]

Extinguished The Fires

Pairing: Diluc Ragnvindr x (GN)Reader

summary: diluc offered you a place to stay following a sudden fire. how long will it be until unresolved feelings come to the surface?

cw: mentions of blood and injuries, patching up wounds, kissing

notes: this is a repost from ao3, i'm novalupin on there too if you'd prefer reading in that format.

The trees surrounding the winding path filtered beams of moonlight through them, illuminating the weary Pyro user dragging himself to Dawn Winery. He sighed, swatting at the crystalflies which were hovering around his head, his skin gleaming in their aura.

Diluc clutched at his side in agony, his worn boots scratching at the gravel. Every so often, an irritated grunt would slip from him as he narrowly missed muddy roots that threatened to topple him.

It was supposed to be a simple Fatui raid. Take ‘em out, grab any information, disappear. That was the plan. He’d defeated five of them, and they fell to their knees in a fiery blaze, but he'd gotten complacent. He’d rushed straight for the last ones without taking a few seconds to regain his elemental control, hoping brute force with his greatsword would suffice. 

Some Skirmishers were defeated swiftly, but the remaining ones sent Diluc flying to the concrete walls of the stronghold with their weaponry. He was outnumbered and outarmed, and was forced to abandon the mission. Now, he was stuck lumbering home at an ungodly hour like a common drunkard, a ripping pain in his abdomen with each step. 

His thoughts were racing. Word would definitely travel fast through the Fatui’s ranks. The last thing he needed was for a Harbinger to hear of his identity and halt all Mondstadt operations.

But, even with numerous lesions scattered across his body, his mind still drifted back to you.

You’d met the winery owner a couple years prior, often sharing a bottle of wine and a conversation with Kaeya and Rosaria at the bar. Over time, your visits to the tavern had become more frequent, and less of them included the captain and nun. 

Diluc usually detested chatting. It had always seemed like a futile way of passing the time, and he made it abundantly clear to anyone whom he interacted with that he’d much rather eat a slime than make small-talk about their day.

Though, it felt different when he spoke to you. You were so… captivating, to say the least. He spent hours in your company, even working the closing shifts at the bar against his (and Charles’) better judgement just for more time in your presence. He’d fumble out a half-hearted excuse as to why he was still there and converse about your commissions. His thoughts shifted to the first time he'd stayed late. 

“Can I have a-” You started, pausing when you saw he’d already placed your regular order in front of you.

Without missing a beat, he asked, turning to listen intently: “How were your commissions? I caught word there was a hilichurl blockade near Springvale today. Did you manage to collect your materials?”

“Yeah, huge camp. It’s weird that they were this close to the city, though.”

“The Knights never fail to surprise me with their incompetence.” He huffed. “They wouldn’t know their ups from their downs without the Acting Grand Master.”

You had let out a breath of amusement, before rattling on about the loot you’d gathered, and what you planned to use it for.

He hated how fond he was of you. He hated how, when you’d mentioned to your friends in front of him that your house was in shambles after a sudden fire, he’d wasted no time in insisting you use a room at the winery. He hated how he wished it was a permanent arrangement.

He was brought out of his reverie by the winery’s hazy lighting. With a few clicks, he heaved open the oaken doors, and headed upstairs. The maids had long taken their leave, and you were probably asleep, so he didn’t have to worry too much about alarming someone. Recently, you had gotten into the habit of entertaining a game of chess with him before bed, and both of you departed to your rooms. Well, you did, at least. He, on the other hand, would wait a few minutes, grab his coat, and head out the door for his nightly patrols.

His hand hovered over his doorknob, catching a glimpse of light out of the corner of his eye. The library’s door was ajar, leaking candlelight into the dark hallway. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Maybe it slipped his mind when he was getting ready. 

Drawing closer, he heard the faint shuffling of pages coming from inside. It was you, seated in a armchair, eagerly flipping through the book in your hand. There was a large pile of them next to you, no doubt ones you wished to finish.

“You’re up late,” his monotonous voice broke the airy silence. “Good read?”

You nearly jumped out of your own skin. Your voice took on a shaky, frenzied tone as you spoke.

“Oh, Archons, Diluc, I’m so sorry. The door was open,” you rambled. “I really didn’t mean to overstep.”

“No, nothing of that sort. You needn’t apologise. What’s mine is yours.” His voice was gentle as he tried to steady his breathing. He would’ve rather bled out than sought any help from a healer, but his wounds were getting the better of him. He inched a bit closer, a gloved finger turning the book slightly to reveal its velvety cover. 

“‘Heart’s Desire’,” he read, nodding in approval. He reasoned that, if he engaged himself in an interesting discussion with you, his pain would be long forgotten. “A riveting tale.”

“It really would be great, though, don’t you think? A secret corner of the city?” You mused happily. “I enjoyed Veiga as the main character, I think she…”

You caught an unusual colour under the layers of his clothing. You furrowed your eyebrows, and extended a hand to push Diluc’s hefty coat to the side, brushing your fingers over his now stained waistcoat. He let out a sharp exhale.

“You’re bleeding! What happened?” You asked, panicked. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Miscalculation, that’s all.” He responded sharply, shrugging your touch off of him. He removed his gloves before taking the book from you to skim the pages. “I’ve taken care of it. I don’t need your help.”

He watched as you gave him a skeptical glance, before getting up and leaving the room. He worried that he had upset you, his expression souring at the thought, but you strode back in, arms full with a wooden box he assumed to be healing supplies. You gestured for him to sit, and after a few beats of silence, he relented, and removed his coat, along with his vest. He knew he’d usually deny your aid over and over, but you always seemed to ignore his stubborn objections.

You clicked open the latch and laid out various oils and gauze. Rolling up the sleeves to your nightshirt, you tugged at the bottom of his button-down, silently asking for permission. 

“You don’t have to,” he mumbled. It was a soft, dejected plea, but he unbuttoned the grey fabric with no further protests. It revealed three large gashes across his side, and his haphazard attempt at stopping the bleeding with a ripped piece of fabric.

“For a well-known businessman, you’re not very diplomatic. This might sting.” You said, soaking a piece of the gauze in a cleansing oil, before wiping it on him gently. He let out a hiss at the sensation. You noticed, as you started on the next wound, the amount of scars that marred his toned abdomen, all previously left to mend themselves.

It all felt painfully intimate, the heaving of his chest, his open shirt, the proximity. A small part of you wished it was under better circumstances. He looked down at you through crimson lashes, observing your expression. 

You wrapped up the injuries, flattening out the bandage flush against his skin. He wrapped his fingers around a vial of a pain-suppressor, which he downed instantly. In a controlled whisper, you spoke, rebuttoning his shirt.

“Why do you do this?”

It could have meant so many things. Why do you hurt yourself for a city that pays you no mind? Why do you refuse to ask for help? 

Rising to eye level, you realised how close your faces truly were. He made no attempt to pull back, your breaths intermingling. 

You realised how truly beautiful Diluc was. It’s really easy to call someone attractive, but he was lovely in the way one would speak of a painting. His unruly curls poking out of his ponytail from various angles, the tiny tinge of red on his cheeks perfectly complimenting the fiery hues of his eyes; it was like someone had chiseled him from marble, each carving calculated and perfectly placed to create him. You seemed at a loss for words, and your gaze shifted to the thin scar that cut through his jaw, a memento of old missions. 

Diluc's gaze fell slightly. He didn’t know if it was because his mind was hazy from the painkiller, or it was the late night getting to him, but he made a decision he couldn’t take back.

In one swift motion, his hand gently pulled your jaw to him as he pressed your lips to his. You molded to his touch perfectly, sinking closer into him. It wasn’t passionate or heated; it was a meek, gentle kiss, much resembling two young teenagers who were on the tails of a dramatic confession. For someone who wasn’t much of a sweet-talker, you could feel every sentence in his touch. 

With each graze of his fingers, with each brush of his lips. I love you. I’m sorry.

All of those days, pining over him as he’d speak about the newest concoctions he had come up with, had finally come to fruition.

He pulled away for air, resting his forehead on yours. The vermillion of his eyes was so piercing, so stark against the pale tones of his skin.

“Because of you.” He murmured. You felt him intertwine your bare fingers, pressing his calloused hands against your own. You stared at him, confused.

“You asked me why I do this.” He explains. “I do it to preserve you.”

His sentence almost fades in his throat.

"To preserve… us."

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"You're safe now, I'm here" - SDV Leah Prompt Response

Summary: When Leah rushes into the house one night and starts fortifying the door, you immediately try to find out what has her so scared.

A/N: This is a prompt from @sydnee-kom-spacekru. As soon as I read the line, this scene popped right into my head.

This can be read as a continuation of "A Prize Unlike Any Other", "Where Were You On Our Wedding Day" & "I hate you..." or it can be read as a standalone.

This was written back on February 7th. It's part of another multi-character response project I currently have going on.

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Word Count: 3569

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel

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“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

Soldier Boy version ✨ Russell Shaw version 1 & 2 ✨

You were just rocking your infant daughter to sleep in the rocking chair you’d set up in the corner of your room when Leah hurried inside, slamming the door shut behind her. Leia (yes, you’d chosen the name; Leah had not been entertained at first but she eventually came around to it) was startled at the loud sound and began to cry.

“Dammit,” you muttered, standing up and doing the bouncing motion that had become second nature to you while gently patting the baby’s back. You pressed a kiss to your daughter’s head. “Let’s go see Mommy and find out why she’s making so much noise, huh?” You murmured. You stepped into the next room to find out why your wife was causing such a ruckus when she had to know you were trying to get Leia to sleep.

You were not prepared for the sight you saw. Leah was breathlessly moving furniture in front of the door after having deadbolted it. Your eyes widened as she moved practically every single chair you owned over and if that wasn’t enough, she was looking around for more.

You finally came back to yourself when Leia let out another cry. “Leah, what’s wrong?”

She glanced over at you but kept looking for things to add to her makeshift blockade. “Monsters,” she panted. “On the farm.”

Your jaw dropped. “What?” You nearly yelled.

Leia broke out into a full on crying jag and you shook yourself out of your shock and began to rock her, shushing her. Monsters never came on this farm. Ever. The farm was on a safe piece of land. You’d heard rumors about other farms in close proximity to the wilderness that might experience that problem, but never anywhere here. 

Leah nodded, still huffing. “Yep. I saw them making their way up here when coming back from town. I ran right to the house and now I’m blocking the front door so they can’t get in.” Your wife’s wild eyes searched the room frantically for something else to use. Her gaze paused briefly on the refrigerator and you were convinced that if it weren’t full and she could move it by herself, she would have unplugged it already and it would have joined Leah’s fortification efforts.

You walked over to her and placed a gentle hand on her arm. “Leah, stop. Look at me.”

She did as you asked and you could see the terror there, the worry. 

“You’re safe now, I’m here,” you reassured her.

She glanced down at your crying daughter, her own eyes becoming glassy as she protectively cupped Leia’s head. Your decision was already made but you needed to calm her down first. “Here, take her.” You shifted the baby into her arms and watched as she sniffled and pressed a kiss to Leia’s cheek. When a teardrop appeared on her face, you reached over and quickly wiped it away. Leia’s cries had quieted to fussing and you stroked your wife’s hair. “What kind of monsters did you see?” You asked quietly.

Leah sniffled again but never took her eyes off of Leia. “Um, it all happened kind of fast. I think I saw a couple of slimes, maybe? I’m not really sure.” Her tear-filled eyes eventually lifted to yours. “I’m sorry, I just reacted.”

“Hey,” you murmured. “Don’t apologize. As long as you and Leia are safe, that’s all I care about.” You kissed the side of her head, rubbing her shoulder, before you headed over to your trunk. 

“Wait, Y/N. What are you doing? You’re not seriously thinking of going out there.”

You grabbed your blade and full combat garb and shut the lid. “Yeah, I am. If monsters are here, I need to take care of them. We’ve got livestock that are sitting ducks. Not to mention, my horse is out there. And I’m going to protect my family. I don’t want you or Leia to ever have to worry if our home is safe.”

You began to remove some of the furniture so you could make your way to the door. 

“Honey, please,” Leah pleaded. You glanced up to find her watching you worriedly as she bounced Leia in her arms. “I really don’t want you to go. It’s not safe.”

You gave her a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine. If it’s just a few slimes, I can easily take care of them. I’m more worried about how they got here to be honest.” You finally got to the door and began to remove the deadbolt.

“Y/N,” Leah begged one last time.

“I’ll be fine, babe. Lock the door behind me.” You opened the door and slipped out into the night, closing it behind you. You felt better when you heard the lock click into place a moment later. As long as your wife and daughter were safe, you could focus on the task at hand.

You held the blade up and began to make your way down into your fields. Thankfully, the moon was full and shining brightly enough that you could see everything. Even though there was a slight chill in the air, it actually was quite a beautiful night. 

You hadn’t made it far when you spotted them, moving around the pond. They were slimes alright and they looked to be quite uninterested in going near your chicken coop or barn or even your horse’s stable. Which was odd considering Leah had mentioned they had been on the way up to the house. 

The closer you got, the more you could make out their coloring. Immediately, you began to recognize them and you heaved a huge sigh of relief. “Joshua,” you called. “Jethro! What are you two doing out here?”

The slimes reacted to your voice and began to approach you. Normally, you would have had your guard up and been ready to fight but these were your slimes. You had hatched their eggs in the incubator and raised them yourself. The moment they were within a foot of you, you wondered how you or Leah had completely forgotten you had a slime hutch on the property. You would know these two anywhere.

Jethro of course tried to attack you but you waved him off. Out of the small group you had, he was the one with the worst attitude. “Enough of that, Jethro. Now, how did you two get out of your hutch?”

You corralled them back towards their building and upon arrival, you could see a small hole in the side. “Dammit,” you muttered. You ushered the two slimes back through the open door and you let out another breath of relief when you saw the rest of your slime pack still inside. 

“Jessica,” you admonished the first female you had hatched, and Jethro’s mate. “How could you let these two go out and about, huh?” You checked the water troughs and you were shocked to find them empty. It suddenly hit you that you had forgotten to check on them today. You had been so preoccupied with the baby since Leah was going to town today that you quickly rushed through your morning chores. You had even forgotten to check the fish ponds. “Dammit.”

When there were only four slimes, maybe they went through two troughs a day. Since the brood had grown, they usually went through all the water troughs you had daily. It was no wonder the eldest two males had gone out in search of sustenance. And if they were heading to the house like Leah said, it’s possible they had gone looking for you, and Leah had run inside and shut the door. No wonder Jethro was more ornery than usual. And no wonder they had been by the pond when you found them. You hoped there was still water in that small pond; you’d have to check.

You filled the troughs and sure enough, they all hurried over. At some point, you were going to have to talk to Robin about installing some sort of water line that automatically filled them daily. This way if for some reason you forgot again, they were taken care of. 

You studied the small hole and you knew you were going to have to also call her in the morning for the repair. For now, you were able to provide some temporary enclosure to keep the slimes from wandering again. You made sure to refill the troughs again before you left. “Man, you guys were thirsty. I’m sorry. I’ll get this all fixed up tomorrow, okay? No more wandering. That means you, Jethro.” He angrily tried to attack you again. “Uh huh. Why not save that energy for the ladies, huh?” You held up a finger. “Jessica, I expect you to keep them in line. Joshua, no more scaring my wife, you got me?”

You closed the door behind you and sighed, making your way to the fish ponds. You checked on the fish and grabbed any sellable goods. You checked the pond you’d found the slimes at and sure enough, you needed to fill it a little more. You also scoured every inch of the property to make sure there were no monsters though you doubted you would find any, and sure enough, you didn’t. You checked on all of your livestock and your horse; all were fast asleep. 

You tiredly made your way up to your front door and quietly rapped on the wood. “It’s me. Let me in, babe.”

A minute or so later, the lock clicked and the door opened. A hand flashed out and grabbed your arm, yanking you into the house. You were stumbling to find your footing when Leah quickly locked the door and moved a couple of chairs back in front of it. Just as you got your balance back, she was in front of you, her hands cupping your face as she looked you over. “Are you okay?”   

“Yeah, babe, I’m fine. I told you I would be.”

“Are you sure?” She moved her hands all over you, checking for some hidden injury. “You were gone a long time. I was about to go out and look for you.” The flashlight sitting on the table along with the first aid kit and club she’d nicked from your trunk confirmed her story. “I waited until Leia was asleep. It took me forever to put her down. I think she prefers it when you rock her to sleep.”

You smiled at that. You didn’t get a lot of one on one time with your daughter since she arrived due to your hectic schedule but rocking her to sleep at night was one moment you were able to have with her. You honestly couldn’t wait for winter; hopefully, you would have more time with her then. Thankfully, it was right around the corner.

You framed Leah’s face with your hands, frowning at the dirt they were caked with, and leaned in to kiss her. “Let’s get cleaned up and go to bed.”

Her brows drew together in confusion. “Go to bed? You need to tell me what happened first.”

You nodded and headed into the kitchen to wash your hands. “Well, all is taken care of and we’re safe. There are no monsters coming onto the farm.” 

“Thank God,” she breathed out in relief. “Okay, what did I see then?”

You winced, thankful she couldn’t see your expression at the moment. You knew what her reaction was going to be at your revelation. “You did see slimes,” you hedged.

“But, you just said there are no monsters. So, how…?”

You grabbed a dish towel and dried your hands, bracing yourself as you turned to meet her confused gaze. “Remember that slime hutch I wanted to get?”

Realization played upon her beautiful face and her jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me? Those were your…pets?” She spat.

You placed the dish towel back on the counter. “Well…”

“Oh,” Leah grunted in anger. “I told you that wasn’t a good idea, didn’t I? But no, you had to have it. You said you wanted to try it and Marlon had assured you it would be safe. How is this safe, Y/N?”

You held up a placating hand. “Okay, wait, hear me out for a second.”

“There is nothing you can say that justifies this. When it was just us, that was one thing. I never had to go near them but we have a child now. It’s not safe for her to have them around and tonight just proves it!”

“Leah, hold on a second,” you tried again.

“No, I want them gone! I’ll call Marlon myself tomorrow if I have to. Of all the crazy ideas of yours I’ve gone along with, this is by far the worst!”

You stepped forward and placed your hands on her shoulders. “Hey,” you gently entreated. “You need to take a deep breath. You’re getting worked up and you need to calm down.”

“Worked up? Of course, I’m getting worked up! Why shouldn’t I? Your pets came after me tonight and—”

You placed a finger against her lips. “I get that you’re angry but, babe, you’re going to wake up Leia.” You both were still getting used to having an infant in the house.

Her eyes widened slightly but then they narrowed again when you moved your finger away. “You’re not talking me out of this,” she hissed quietly. “I mean it, Y/N. I want them gone. What if Leia was older and she had come with me to town? What if she knew how to walk and had wandered outside while you were distracted? The amount of scenarios that are going through my mind are endless!”

You hated to admit it but she had a good point. Jethro’s attacks were nothing to you thanks to the combat garb you wore as well as the ring Marlon had fashioned for you that was meant to help in handling slimes. But what if Jethro had tried to attack Leah in his anger? What if it was a toddler-sized Leia? Would it have hurt them? Not to mention, you were pretty certain Jethro and possibly Joshua made that hole in the slime hutch. And if they could do that to stone with a little bit of force…

“Okay,” you agreed. “You’re right. That’s something I didn’t think about because they were enclosed in the slime hutch and they weren’t a risk to anyone since I’m the only one that goes in there. But you’re right.”

You could feel the tension in Leah’s shoulders melt away a little at your words. “Good.”

You licked your lips nervously, knowing she was going to be even angrier at this next part. “Listen, what happened today was my fault.”

You felt her tense up again. “How so?”

You let her go and scratched at the back of your neck, dropping your gaze to the floor. “Well, I kind of forgot to check on them this morning.”

“And?” You could hear a little ice in her tone, making you wince. You were definitely about to have your head handed to you.

“And they broke out to try and find me so I could feed them. That’s why you saw them heading up to the house.”

You nervously glanced up and you could see the tell-tale red creeping into Leah’s cheeks. 

“Because Leia is asleep, I will refrain from yelling at you, even though I really want to. But I am telling you right now, Y/N, I want them gone tomorrow. How could you forget to check on them? And how did they break out of that thing? It’s made of stone!”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I’ve temporarily closed it up and I plan to call Robin in the morning to come out and repair it. As for me forgetting…honestly, I was distracted.” At her expression of disbelief, you quickly added, “You were going into town and I was going to be watching Leia while you were gone and I just wanted to make sure I had everything done before you left.”

“Clearly, not everything was done,” she snapped.

You flinched, almost as if she had slapped you with those words. You tried your hardest to take care of the farm, of her, and now your daughter. You did your best to provide for them and keep things running smoothly, at the expense of the amount of time you got to spend with your family three seasons out of the year. Leia was a new addition but you didn’t want to miss time with her or some of her biggest moments. Just the other day, Leah had excitedly called you in from the fields to let you know that Leia had her first smile. There had been some debate over whether it was actually just gas (you were the one pushing for that theory, hoping you were right) but that was quickly put to rest when Leia smiled again when Leah cooed at her. Your heart soared and sank all at the same time. You had missed her first big moment since she came to you; you didn’t want to miss anymore, no matter how busy you were.

Leah saw your reaction and she was immediately apologetic. “I’m sorry, that was harsh.”

You shrugged and leaned back against the counter. “It’s true, though. I messed up. What happened today is on me.” You kept your gaze on the ground and your arms crossed. “I’ll call Marlon tomorrow to come get them.”

Between the slimes and your family, it was no contest. Your family would win out every time. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. You had raised the slimes after all.

You felt Leah’s arms wrap around you and she pulled you into a hug. “I’m sorry, honey,” she murmured into your ear. “I know how much this means to you. I just want us all to be safe, especially Leia.”

“It’s fine,” you whispered, burying your face into her neck so she wouldn’t see your eyes misting up. “You guys will always come first, you know that.”

She rubbed your back and she didn’t remark on the wetness she felt on her skin which you appreciated. She held you like that for a few minutes and you took comfort from her embrace. 

You heard her sigh. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this but…why don’t you also call Robin and get her out here to repair the hutch?”

You pulled back, staring at her in shock. 

She gently wiped your cheeks and continued. “Talk to both of them and see what you can do to fortify that place so they don’t get out again. Also, I’m going to do my best to help you out a little more.”

“Leah, I appreciate it but you’ve got enough to do with Leia and everything. I can handle the farm. And…I appreciate what you’re trying to do but—”

This time, she was the one pressing a finger to your lips. “I can feed the animals, that doesn’t take me long. We can also make some improvements around here now that we’ve saved up a little. It’s nothing we won’t make back when the crops come in. We can get some sprinklers to help with the watering, you can upgrade the coop and the barn and get some auto-feeders. You can probably do the same thing with the slime hutch if I know Robin. She’ll figure something out. I can also check the fish ponds for you. And you, you can have some more time with Leia. We’ll switch off if we need to. We’ll work it out.”

You leaned forward and kissed her, whispering to her lips, “Thank you.”

“Of course. We’re partners. But Y/N, I do have to say this. Depending on what you work out with Robin and Marlon, when Leia starts walking…” She didn’t finish her sentence but she didn’t need to.

“I know. And I’ll do what I have to do then. I promise.”

She gave you a small smile and kissed your lips again. After a moment, she sighed tiredly. “It’s been a long day and I’m exhausted. Like you said, let’s clean up and go to bed. Oh, I’m keeping Leia in our room tonight, by the way. I moved the crib.”

“Fine by me.”

Her smile grew and she took your hand, leading you towards the bedroom. You glanced at the still fortified front door. 

“Uh, should we maybe move some of these chairs back first?”

“Tomorrow,” she dismissed with a wave of her free hand. “Right now, I just want to go to bed and snuggle up with my wife and baby.” She glanced back at you affectionately and not for the first time, you wondered how you had gotten so lucky. 

“That sounds perfect,” you tiredly agreed and continued following her. 

Not too long after that, you both were cleaned up, in bed, with Leia on Leah’s chest. You were going to put her back in her crib for the night (and hopefully not wake her) but right now, you both just needed a few minutes with her. Watching the two of them and your hand meeting Leah’s on Leia’s back, the smile exchanged between you as you gently interlocked your fingers…life didn’t get much better than this right here. You were sure of it.

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[joyfulladywarrior]

Rhaenyra and Laenor conceive Velaryon looking children au

Rhaenyra and Laenor had consulted different healers and fertility witches from Essos so they can have children without sex. One of the methods worked and Rhaenyra got pregnant. After 8 months and a half, she gave birth to Jacearys who had her hair and Laenor's skin and eye color. Rhaenyra reveled in the bewildered look Alicent had on her face. Rhaenyra is not as blind as her father when it comes to the little whore. She heard the whispers of bastardy from her early pregnancy days. She knows that the green court believed the whispers to be true. The looks on their faces were very entertaining. The looks, however, changed from bewilderment to fear when Jace's egg had hatched while none of her siblings hatched dragons and they were all too young to claim one.

It didn't take long after the egg hatched for the assassination attempts to begin. The first attempt happened during a council meeting. He was a spoiled lord from a minor house from the reach who has never killed anyone, let alone a child, before. He broke down weeping. Truly, it is a marvel that he was able to reach the nursery. He was executed by dragonfire. The second attempt happened during the night. This time the assassin was a professional but he died by the white cloaks. The third attempt happened during early morning. It was one of the nursing maids who feed the prince Daeron and prince Jacaerys. Vermax burned her but did not kill her. She was fired and the attempt was ruled an accidental event. After the third attempt, Rhaenyra and Laenor went to Viserys and they both questioned how is it that Daeron and Jacaerys share everything but it is always Jacaerys that is targeted in these attempts. Alicent protested loudly over the insinuation and begged Viserys to not let them insult her. Viserys had not believed that there is any foul play in those attempts and that assassinations attempts happen all the time when you are a prince of the realm. After many attempts to force Viserys to begin an internal investigation over who could be behind those attempts, Rhaenyra and Laenor had decided that it would be safer for their son to live in Dragonstone.

After the move, Rhaenyra only went to the red keep when there was a council meeting. Viserys had been upset over the new development but would not move a finger against his wife. After Rhaenyra gave birth to Lucerys, she had a dream of the demise of the dragons and the conspiracies that are against the house of the dragon since Aegon's conquest. She woke up and decided to answer Alicent's call of war with action. She had gathered her family for a consultation and shared with them her dream and Aegon's dream. Rhaenys being Aemon's heir had already known about Aegon's dream and agreed that some form of action should be taken. Corlys, eager to avenge the lack of action against the Triarchy and the insult to his daughter, offered to take the Velaryon fleet and block ships from arriving to Oldtown. He had also suggested to bribe Greyjoy to move against the Lannisters. Rhaenys then suggested to turn the smallfolk against the king and his green woman which should be easy if it came out that Otto was the main reason why Viserys neglected the smallfolk. Alicent had never endeared herself to the smallfolk the way Aemma did. It would be easy to turn them against her.

A year after, Viserys held an emergency meeting over the complaints he's getting from Oldtown. There had been a blockade and the ships have to divert to deliver their shipment to Oldtown. The extra time led to Oldtown receiving spoiled food. Alicent wanted him to call on the Velaryon and Lannister fleets to solve the blockade. Rhaenyra, however, catered to his peacekeeping tendencies. She minimized the threat of the blockades. It certainly is a problem that doesn't concern the crown and a few blockades won't make the people of Oldtown suffer. She was also certain that Viserys does not want to show too much preference to one house. He is known to be a fair king and any special treatment would not be perceived well. This had shut down all opposition.

A year later, things had only gotten worse. The blockade matter did resolve itself. No one found out who was behind it. Shipments are being received more regularly. They have new problems now. Septs and houses are being set on fire. Oldtown is not the only place with problems. The Greyjoys ransacked small towns surrounding Lannisport and the smallfolk started to revolt against the king. Rhaenyra eventually had to intervene with the smallfolk and send them food and she dedicated a specific amount to orphanages. Rhaenyra had also conducted an investigation regarding the fires in Oldtown. It was found out that some of the maesters were experimenting in making weapons that would be more effective against dragons and they had to practice using the weapons somewhere. Those maesters were brought up and executed by dragon fire. After Viserys had found out how the actions of his daughter brought peace to the realm again, he invited the lords and ladies of major houses to kingslanding. He also invited Rhaenyra and the Velaryons. In front of the entire council and the Velaryons, Viserys announced that he intends to name Rhaenyra regent queen. The green council were beyond themselves and were reminding the king that he is still healthy (HA!) with many years till his reign end. Rhaenyra said that she cannot accept being a regent. You could hear a pin drop in the council room. Alicent looks like she was going to faint. She repeated her sentiment and said that she only needs a favor from his Grace. To conduct an internal investigation on the assassination attempts on Jacaerys. This time, Viserys agreed since he owed Rhaenyra after she restored the peace of the realm. The investagation yielded shocking results. It was discovered that Alicent, Otto, Larys Strong, Tyland Lannister, and others were behind the assassination. Viserys ordered them to be thrown in the black cells. Alicent was crying and screaming profanities. She called Rhaenyra a witch and a heretic but she was dragged away all the same. That night, Viserys had a heart attack but still survived. Now, Rhaenyra truly needed to step up as regent before the green council exploit the opportunity. Her reign began that night even if she only had the regent title. She had Otto, Larys, and Tyland executed and shipped Alicent and her children to Oldtown, ensuring that her half siblings won't be able to claim a dragon.

Even though, Rhaenyra had won in all the means of the word, she could not forgive nor forget the torment Alicent put her through. She needed to take everything from Alicent, the same way Alicent had taken everything away from her. While Rhaenyra knew that Alicent was not the mastermind behind the plan to seduce Viserys, Rhaenyra also knew that Alicent was not entirely innocent. A lady in their world cannot afford to be too naive to not believe that Otto wanted Viserys to bed her. Alicent, who had always been too self-righteous about her gods, knows that bedding a man who is not her husband is a sin to the seven, yet she did it anyway. Alicent had taken their friendship and trampled on it. She had comforted Viserys without doing her duty to Rhaenyra. She had destroyed Viserys' image to Rhaenyra. Before her mother's death, Rhaenyra had thought that she was the problem. Her father had loved her mother and had she been born a boy then her father would not have tortured her mother with multiple pregnancies and miscarriages. After she heard her father announce that he would wed Alicent, she knew that she was not the problem. He is. If he had loved her mother, he wouldn't immediately bed Alicent. Rhaenyra heard from the servants that Alicent had visited him the night of the funeral. They also told Rhaenyra that they found blood on the sheets ten days after the funeral. Rhaenyra's own dreams had showed her proof of this. Rhaenyra was never the problem, her father was. Otto was the problem. Alicent was too. It isn't enough to exile Alicent and kill her father. She had to take her children too. Ruin them the same way Alicent ruined Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra had called her brothers to become squire and called her sister to be her lady in waiting. This action was seen as benevolent by the court but it was anything but. From her dreams, Rhaenyra had already known a lot about her siblings. No matter what happens, Helaena would not be able to handle the pressure of the court and the ladies who were ignored in favor of her mother would retaliate against her ten fold the insult they perceived. Eventually, Helaena would ask her sister to return to Oldtown. When she did, Alicent had admonished Helaena for ruining her only chance at finding a husband. Aegon was already known be a drunkard and a whoremonger but to be known as such and to be seen as such are two different things. There are still lords who are in favor of Aegon being named heir. Rhaenyra's spies had told her that Alicent had been in contact with those lords and hope to usurp her when Viserys died. The moment Aegon is alone in the court, without his mother, he would not care for appearances and would lose his allies. Aemond would be too busy following their uncle Daemon in order to learn everything in hopes of receiving a dragon than to focus on keeping his brother in line. His obsession with dragons would lead him to be maimed when the Cannibal (the last dragon Aemond tried to claim) rejects him. Daeron has the best fate out of the Hightargs. He shares the same queer taste as Laenor. He would be completely enamored with Lucerys and would follow Lucerys to Driftmark when the time comes. Alicent would see the downfall of her children and would be unable to do anything.

[helpjuju]

Dear humanity

I am Ahmed from Gaza. I am married and have three children: Jumana, 8 years old, Suhad, 6 years old, and Muhammad, 3 years old. Although they are young, they have survived previous wars, but this current war is the most difficult because I am not with them and cannot provide water, food or a safe place.

Our lives changed on October 7, when my children were home with their mother. The sounds of bombing were getting louder everywhere, and with every missile strike, my children’s bodies were shaking. My wife and children left our house in a hurry and moved to another house, then to school. Later, our house was surrounded, burned and completely destroyed. It wasn't just the loss of our home, it was the loss of safety and security and our dreams, including those of our children. They destroyed our home and ruined years of our lives.

I also lost my job. Job opportunities in Gaza are extremely scarce due to the blockade that has been in place for more than 17 years.

Despite my persistent attempts and improving my skills through education and traininig, I was able to open an office for vocational education and training. But I lost my office after its infrastructure was destroyed. I also had a store that sold electronic games, and that was destroyed and burned as well. As a result, my family and I no longer have any way to earn a living. I went to Egypt before the war to take some courses for my business, but I am now stuck in Egypt while my children are with their mother in Gaza due to the closure of the road from Egypt to Gaza due to the war.

I have not seen my children for 8 months due to road closures, and I am desperately searching for a way to save them from the ravages of war. Being away from my children, I feel tremendous pressure and feel extremely responsible for every moment my children and wife spend in fear and devastation. I dream of bringing my children and my wife to Egypt to a safe place where I can build a better future for them, full of safety and hope. They deserve life in all its meanings, including comfort and peace.

I appeal to the whole world to hear my cry, the cry of my wife, and the cry of my children in Gaza. We need a helping hand to wipe away our tears and build a bridge of safety for us.

Perhaps this fundraising campaign represents a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. It is truly the only hope we cling to so strongly.

The aim of the fundraiser is to save my children by traveling to Egypt. Travel costs per person are $5,000, and I also need to cover transportation costs, renting a house in Egypt, and meeting my children's clothing, healthcare, and other humanitarian needs for several months up to a year.

Approximately $1,000 to cover GoFundMe transaction fees (%2.9+$0.30 per transaction)

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Donations campaign details: 

Travel fees for the mother = $5,000 

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 Total travel fee = $12,500

Passport issuance fees = $1000 

Visa fees for Canada and plane tickets for the family are $8,000

Accommodation in Egypt, including renting a house, buying clothes and toys for the children, entertaining them, and conducting a medical examination for the children to check on them. My family of four in Gaza and me alone in Egypt, we are all facing unimaginable challenges. To give us a chance for a better life, we are seeking to raise 58,000 Euros.

There are taxes on money in banks as well as on the crowdfunding fund (GoFundMe) which also has a percentage.

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Adam stifled a laugh as Lucifer kissed a ticklish spot. Things were getting hot and heavy on this sleepover and he and Adam had been looking forward to a bit of adult interaction after a busy week when there was a sharp cry from the crib.

They froze, not daring to make a sound.

Sometimes babies cried. It was fine. They woke up during their sleep cycles all the time, adults did it too, babies just had to learn to self soothe for a moment and they would go right back to sleep, just like adults do. Most people don’t even remember the brief moments of being awake between cycles if they do wake up. It was fine.

River’s screaming got worse and Adam sighed, letting Lucifer go. Lucifer pulled off him and put back on his shirt as Adam took off his. They knew that cry.

She was hungry.

Lucifer fetched their little girl, checked her, changed her, and brought her over to Adam for her feeding. Adam got her latched and Lucifer looked longingly at Adam’s side. His usual place these days.

Instead he went to his desk, pulled out his reading glasses, and sat down to go over a proposal for expanding the entertainment district.

He shifted in his seat trying to re-read the third paragraph. Behind him he could hear Adam starting to sing.

“I was a little too tall. Could've used a few pounds.”

Lucifer didn’t know this song, but he loved how it was sung.

“She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes. And points all her own, sitting way up high. Way up firm and high.”

Ahh, no wonder Adam knew this song by heart. She sounded like Eve, and just Adam’s type when it came to women.

He put the paperwork away. No use even pretending he was going to do it. Not when his angel sang.

Lucifer climbed onto the bed and cozied up to Adam. He listened to that heavenly voice sing of past love, young love, first love. He watched River feed. Her small hand on Adam’s chest, holding him.

Her hair was getting longer. Not long the nearly bald, red faced, newborn baby Adam pulled from a basket. Now the brown locks curled on her forehead, her cheeks were chubby with her own set of little red circles, Lucifer couldn’t see them now, but the once blue eyes were changing. In a few years Adam said they’d settle into their true colour. They were already looking golden around the edges.

Right now was pretty perfect feeling. Sure, he could be balls deep in Adam right now if their sweet little cock blocker was still asleep. But it had been a busy week and anytime with Adam and their daughter was a good time.

Lucifer almost wished Charlie was with them. But he’d have to settle for a family breakfast in the morning. It was less awkward than having the grown daughter from your first marriage in bed with you, your boyfriend, and the baby dropped off in the mail as said baby nursed on your boyfriend. And probably your grown daughter’s girlfriend, he supposed.

He asked sometimes is Adam ever missed his kids.

“Of course. But the blockade between heaven and hell will end one day. Besides, they’re all grown. They lived full lives on Earth and have been living their afterlives happily in heaven. I miss them, but I go decades without seeing them too. It’s how it is when children grow up. They go out and live their own lives. I’m still their dad, we still love each other, and we’re in each other’s hearts. If Seth wants to spend another thousand years fishing on the ocean, then I’m not going to stop him. When he comes to shore, we eat fish, catchup before he goes to see his own kids and grandchildren, and great grandchildren. He just needed that time alone on a boat for a while. Kids always come back to shore. No need to fuss about it.”

So there was no need to fuss about it. He could enjoy this little moment with just Adam and River. In the morning he would enjoy making breakfast for everyone in his suite. Charlie had her own life and he needed to be there for her but also let her live her life. And one day, they’d have to do the same for River.

Although, he wasn’t quite stupid enough to point out that to Adam. For all his baby knowledge and parenting skills. Getting him to let someone hold his baby was like prying meat from a lion. Ill advised at best.