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[saltpepperbeard]

Ed + 💜Giggles💜 For @snake-snack-stede 🎉💖. Happy Birthday, dear Olivia! All the sets I've gifted to you seem to have quite the ongoing theme to them, and with good reason; you make me laugh so, so much, and brighten my day whenever I stumble across your silliness. Your memes and musings have taken me out numerous times, and I'm so thankful to have a light like you within the fandom. I'm so glad you're here, love you, and hope you have a wonderful day!

[luffington]

cream-filled ♡

➤ summary: Your devoted husband really wants to have a baby with you, so he figures out a solution to your size difference. (18+)

➤ pairing: charlotte katakuri x afab!reader

➤ word count: 2.2k

➤ warnings: extreme size kink, breeding kink, belly bulge, age difference (reader is mid-20s), cumplay, titjob, creative use of mochi, established relationship, fluff, 'wife' for reader

➤ notes: katakuri’s height is biblically accurate and i did very questionable math to figure out his dick size.... this is literally so nasty but silly donut man is definitely a freak <3

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Months after your wedding, your husband marched into your shared bedroom, arms crossed and face buried in his scarf, and stated, “Mama wants us to have a baby.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. If Big Mom really wanted little Katakuris running around, she should’ve considered your physical incompatibility before arranging your marriage. He was practically double your age and triple your height. Plus, the Emperor typically prioritized babies from her weaker children – Oven, Daifuku, and Perospero all remained childless, and her second son’s bounty spoke for itself. She occasionally made lighthearted comments to you about wanting a grandchild, but it sounded more like a fantasy than a demand.

As a thick silence settled between you, Katakuri became increasingly flustered. A lightbulb went off in your head and a knowing smile spread across your face. The tips of his ears turned red as he finally admitted, “Okay, I want a baby.”

Oh, he was precious. “And I would love to have one with you, honey, but I don’t know how. Your dick just can’t fit.”

Everything about Katakuri was enormous, and his cock was no exception. At full hardness, it measured at least eighteen inches – nearly the size of your entire torso. He understandably had a hard time finding sexual partners previously, and poor Katakuri was almost more nervous about showing you his dick than his fangs. Lucky for him, you didn’t scare easily.

As an average-sized human, your body was certainly too small to take it, but your sex life was absolutely thriving. Your husband worshiped every inch of you, and eating your pussy as ferociously as Mama during a hunger pang became as routine as his meriendas. And anything you could do with his cock turned him on – your dedication to pleasing him was enough to make him lightheaded. 

He’d even started training you to take his gigantic length. Katakuri replicated his dick into a mochi dildo with a donut-shaped base, then fucked you slow and deep to let you adjust to its size. The dildos got bigger and bigger, and you had already made some progress in loosening your hole. Neither of you cared if nothing ever came of it – it was intimate, fun, and incredibly sexy. 

“I came up with a solution,” Katakuri muttered shyly. “I… I think you’ll like it.”

“So mysterious,” you giggled, though you expected nothing less from him. Shifting your position to emphasize your skimpy lounge outfit as you spread your legs enticingly. “Alright, get in here.”

Your husband crossed the room with two thundering footsteps, draped his feathery scarf over a chair, then carefully removed his spurred boots. Two intimidating accessories stripped away barely affected his menacing appearance, but to you, it revealed the gentle giant underneath. Katakuri’s knees sunk into the huge mattress yet he still towered over you, a mix of adoration and hunger burning in his dark eyes. 

He easily flipped your positions so you rested on top of his bare chest. Always overly careful with your small frame and wanting to eliminate the risk of harming you, which usually resulted in him underneath you. The man who supposedly never lied on his back cared more about your safety than his outward image of perfection. He adored his pretty wife, his tiny wife. Blood rushed to his dick when he noticed that your toes barely reached his hips in this position.

You cupped his jaw and kissed him passionately, running your fingers through his cropped hair. The taste of sugary strawberry frosting overwhelmed your tastebuds as his broad tongue penetrated your mouth, though he was cautious about keeping his teeth away from your delicate skin. Sensing his hesitation, you broke the kiss to lick along one of his protruding fangs seductively.

“Such a gorgeous little thing,” he murmured reverently before pressing his lips against yours again. “How did I end up with someone as perfect as you?”

“Mama has good taste,” you shrugged with a grin. Katakuri undid his skull-shaped belt buckle and slid out of his tight leather pants, not missing the way you subtly rolled your pelvis against his solid abs. He was incredibly disciplined but he adored your impatience – everything about you was so fucking cute. 

“Jerk me off,” he grumbled against your lips. Straightforward as always, but never intentionally harsh or commanding with you. Katakuri lovingly rubbed the top of your head with his huge hand then brought it down on your ass with a light smack. 

You squealed and gave him one final peck on the lips before stripping, carelessly throwing your clothes onto the floor. Dark eyes admired your naked form as you crawled down his body, playfully tracing the vertical lines of his tattoo, then slid down the elastic waistband of his donut-print underwear. Even at half-hardness, his cock was big enough to split you in two. You straddled his hips and settled your bare core atop his heavy balls.

Katakuri licked his lips at the lewd sight of you wrapping your tiny hands around his dick – your fingertips couldn’t even touch. Spitting on the mushroom head as a meaningless attempt at lubrication, you firmly stroked your palms up and down his massive length. He willed his hips to stay still and let you set the pace, though it was relatively hard to control his animalistic instincts in bed with you. Your tongue darted out to kitten-lick his slit, fingers trailing along his cock’s more prominent veins. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, get me nice and hard. Show me how much you want my cum deep in your womb.” His words went straight to your cunt, and you relieved the ache by grinding down on his testicles. Katakuri cursed under his breath and watched you open your jaw as wide as possible to suckle on the head of his dick. His salty precum had a slight mochi aftertaste – the sticky substance permeated every bit of his body, and the flavor was strangely addicting. 

You noticed your husband eyeing your breasts, their softness squished against his cock and hard nipples massaging the sensitive skin. Even more blood rushed south when he pictured them swollen with delicious milk. He knew he wouldn’t be able to resist sucking them dry as an additional afternoon snack. With a mischievous smirk, you situated his giant length between your tits and pressed them together for good measure. Katakuri’s cock jerked against you, smearing a hefty load of precum on your cheek.

“You like it when I give you a titjob, huh? Do my boobs feel good wrapped around your dick?” He nodded as if he was in a trance. “Dirty old man,” you chuckled, turning his cheeks an adorable shade of red.

Katakuri never admitted this to you, but he sometimes imagined using you as his own little toy. The most fucked up version of it involved using you as a fleshlight, your body stretching like dough around him as he speared his dick inside your tiny cunt. Seeing how deep it could go, then lifting you up his length and trying again. 

However, that was obviously unrealistic, so he usually imagined you exactly as you were now. Warm skin flush against him, dick nestled between your arms and tits as he used your body to jerk himself off. Maybe that did make him a dirty old pervert, but he had a feeling you’d be willing to try it. 

That dirty fantasy, paired with your debauched expression and your hot cunt moving against his balls, almost pushed him into dangerous territory. But no, he needed to save his cum for something much more important. Katakuri grabbed your thighs and flipped your positions again, hovering over you with lust-blown eyes. 

He growled at the sight of your drenched pussy. “This all for me?” His thick thumb parted your folds to collect your slick, then he stuck the digit in his mouth and slurped happily. “Mmm, so sweet, I could get addicted to this.” As if he wasn’t already. “Can I have more?”

You giggled. “You can have whatever you want, Kata. No need to be so nervous.”

“Don’t wanna break you,” he mumbled breathlessly but didn’t give you a chance to respond. He dove between your legs, his impressive tongue easily splitting your cunt apart and making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

“K-Kata… holy fuck.” Your thighs shook around his head as your brain quickly dissolved into mush. “Harder, ahh, please…” 

Your husband eagerly complied, holding your thighs wide open and prodding his wet muscle even deeper inside you. He was already drunk off your juices and your pussy continued to gush around his tongue. When he found the spot that made your back arch off the bed, he licked over it incessantly, pulling away for only a moment to lap at your neglected clit. 

A sharp fang brushed against the delicate flesh of your inner thigh and made you flinch, but you just grabbed his hair and kept him pressed against your cunt. You would gladly take even the harshest teeth marks if it meant he kept eating you out like that. 

Katakuri restrained himself from going any further when he noticed the telltale signs of your orgasm. “Ready?” He asked, his chin completely soaked in your juices. You nodded eagerly despite not knowing what you were consenting to. You trusted your sweet husband to treat you well – and you wanted a baby just as much as he did.

He sat back on his haunches, clutching your thigh in one massive hand and grabbing the base of his cock with the other. Tilting your bottom half slightly upwards until his dick was aligned with your cunt. For a terrifying yet exhilarating moment, you honestly thought he was going to push it inside. 

“Hold yourself open for me.” Oh. That was his plan. You gladly used both hands to spread your pussy lips wide, your fluttering hole completely visible and begging to be filled by him. Katakuri began roughly jerking off, pretty eyes laser-focused on your cunt as he grunted quietly. He pressed the flushed red tip of his cock against your hole, which was already straining from the tiniest bit of pressure.

“Fill me up, honey,” you whimpered with a blissed-out grin. “Prove that you want to be a father.”

Your husband came with a deep moan as if on command, emptying his balls and spraying copious amounts of thick, creamy cum across your skin. Some of it miraculously made it into your spread hole and trickled deep inside your soaked cunt. The rest overflowed onto your thighs and tummy, globs dripping down the crack of your ass and onto the sheets below. 

Without wasting a moment, Katakuri gathered up some stray cum with two fingers and plunged them into your cunt. You nearly screamed from the sudden intrusion – his digits alone were bigger than any of your past partners’ cocks, and so much better. He repeated the perverted process until nearly every drop was shoved inside your pretty pussy. But he didn’t stop there. An obscene squelching noise echoed throughout the room as he scissored around the pool of his hot semen. Your stomach was stuffed so full of cum that it bulged out into a pretty bump.

“So fucking full. Imagine what you’ll look like pregnant – fuck, I’d get to see this every day.” He practically drooled at the visible outline of his fingers thrusting in and out. Your tiny little body worked so hard to accommodate his size and you loved every second of it. “My sweet cream-filled donut, I could eat you right up.”

You wanted to laugh at his endearing ridiculousness – his adorable love of sweets even found its way into dirty talk. But all air was knocked out of your lungs when he prodded at your cervix, literally trying to shove his cum inside the miniscule opening. He lifted you off the bed by your leg even more, willing gravity to assist the semen flowing inside you.

Katakuri continued to finger-fuck you with calculated thrusts, but when his teeth sunk into your thigh – hard enough to break the skin but not enough to bleed – you finally hit your peak. You shrieked loud enough for all of Totto Land to hear, making it known that your seventeen-foot tall husband likely just fucked triplets into you. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth and you almost blacked out, but Katakuri kept you grounded in reality with gentle kisses on your cheeks and forehead, holding your hand and willing your heartbeat to slow down. 

After a few minutes and constant reassurance that you did a great job for him, Katakuri pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced them with a small plug made of mochi. Just to make sure everything stayed inside you (and because he could stare at your stomach bulge for hours).

“Do you think it’ll work?” You panted quietly, eyes fluttering shut with absolute bliss. “Use your Haki. Will I be all swollen with your baby soon?”

“I can’t see that far into the future,” Katakuri smiled, heart overflowing with love for you. “So let’s keep trying until it does.”

[slutz4marsh]

Kyle Broflovski x Bratty F!Reader SMUT for April!!! <3

Look. Kyle considered himself to be a generally patient person.

Although, he did know that depending on who he asked, some people might say that was complete and utter bullshit.

Whatever. The point was that he had patience. If not in general, at least for you.

Which was why it frustrated him when you acted like a brat.

He was patient with you, and generally, he didn’t like to be super rough with you. He didn’t like to ruin you. Not on purpose, anyway. Kyle liked to worship you, treat you like a precious little doll that needed his protection.

And yet you still acted like this even when he treated you like a precious, sweet angel. His angel, his doll, his princess.

Kyle had thoughts when you walked out of your house in a shirt that showed off the curve of your breasts and a skirt that didn’t leave that much to the imagination, but he didn’t say anything. Figured, hey. Maybe you weren’t doing it on purpose.

But when you went out and he caught you leaning forward toward your friends, giggling and twirling your hair and pushing your arms together to force your breasts together?

Yeah. He knew what the fuck you were doing.

So, he stood up and grabbed your arm to yank you along with him. He told his friends that he just remembered that you two had something you had to do, something about a project or something. It was a good enough excuse, considering they all bought it.

Kyle was dead silent until he got you in the car, and then he shook his head while he started the car. He pressed his foot on the gas pedal, eyes narrowed at the road.

“I really cannot fucking believe you sometimes,” Kyle snapped, his knuckles white from how tight he was holding the steering wheel.  “I mean, I saw the outfit and thought it was weird, but whatever.”

He shook his head. “But whatever the hell that was?” Kyle scoffed. “You are such a brat sometimes.”

You knew Kyle was mad and nothing you could say would make it any better, so you chose to stay quiet and let Kyle vent out his irritations anyway.

When you got home, he dragged you into your bedroom and sat down on his bed. Then, he bent you over his lap without another word.

“Count.”

His words left no room for argument, so you took a breath. Kyle’s hand came down hard on your ass. You gasped and writhed, but Kyle kept you firmly in place.

“One,” you said, voice shaking some.

“Good girl. Keep going.” Kyle said as he rubbed your ass before hitting again.

He got to fifteen. You were sobbing and trembling as you whimpered out the number.

“Shh, shh,” Kyle cooed as he soothingly rubbed your ass. “See? Good girl. You know why I had to do that, don’t you?”

His words were softly spoken and sweet. A direct contrast to the previous actions he’d made.

You sniffled and nodded. You did know. It’s why you’d been such a brat all day anyway - you wanted his attention. No matter what that meant.

“I don’t really know that you’ve really learned anything though,” Kyle clicked his tongue. “For all I know, you’ll just do this again the minute I stop touching you.”

His hand snaked down the curve of your ass and between your delicate folds, fingers probing at your cunt. He dipped two fingers inside you and began to gently rub them against your spot. His fingers were long, nimble, and they felt fucking fantastic.

Fantastic to the point that you whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of you, coated in your juices. You moaned as you watched him suck his fingers clean.

And then, he pulled you off his lap and onto the bed. He pulled his own pants down and lined himself up with your entrance.

“Stay fuckin’ still, alright?” Kyle cursed as he pushed into you. Even through your lusty haze, you could tell he was still irritated with you for your brattiness.

You let out a broken moan as he pushed into you slowly, then began rocking his hips into you.

“God, you’re so tight,” Kyle groaned, “you’d be so perfect if you weren’t such a little brat.”

You whined softly as Kyle used your body, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“God, See?” Kyle panted. “You can be such a good girl, yeah? All tight and wet. Just for me, huh, princess?”

You moaned at his words and nodded swiftly. “Jus’ for you,” You managed to say between moans, feeling your walls starting to flutter.

Kyle shook his head and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “Don’t,” he whispered his warning. “Not ‘til I say you can. I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”

You whine desperately, but you nodded. And Kyle grinned, knowing he’d forced you back into submission. Back into his sweet, darling little angel that would listen to every word that fell from his lips.

You were so tense with the effort of trying to hold back your orgasm, you genuinely thought you might explode into teeny tiny little pieces.

And Kyle’s movements became more desperate and erratic.

If you were able to think about anything other than keeping your pleasure at bay, you would have known that Kyle was close. You would have known that he was moments away from painting your inner walls a milky white.

Kyle pushed his lips against your ear, his breath warm against your skin. They graze your skin, sending shivers up and down your spine, and you swore he was trying to kill you with the way he nipped at you.

“Sweetheart,” Kyle breathed. You could feel him grinning against your ear, and you felt like you were going insane with need and desperation. “I think you’ve earned it. Don’t you? You’re being so good and sweet for me.” 

You gasped, but you still held off. Waiting for Kyle to actually say the words.

And say them, he did. 

“Cum for me,” He nipped at your earlobe. “Come on, princess. Cum for me. You’ve earned it. Come on, baby.”

You swore to whatever god might fucking be out there, you blacked out.

Your orgasm was intense. You dragged your nails down Kyle’s back, sure to leave bright red marks for at least a few days. You practically screamed, chanting his name like it was a prayer to the only thing that mattered in that moment: him.

As your hole fluttered and clenched around him, it milked Kyle’s orgasm out of him. He came inside you with a deep groan, and he wrapped his arms around your torso, yanking you closer as he pulsed, filling you up with hot and sticky cum.

You both laid like that for a few minutes, catching your breath and coming back to yourselves.

Kyle pulled out of you with a groan and smiled as he cradled your cheeks in his hands.

“You are fucking perfect. C’mon, shower.”

With that, he gently grabbed your arms to help you to the bathroom.

[billsbabydoll]

“𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝒶𝓂ℯ𝓇𝒶, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎!”

contains:PURE SMUT<3

warnings:barely any plot just straight into yk what, three-some, hard-dom!bill, hard-dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (doggy-style), oral (m!receiving), light degrading, light praising, light spanking, bill and tom making a sex-tape with reader, basically bill and tom treating reader like a total sex-doll.

note:sorry this story doesn’t have much of a plot, i couldnt really think of one that fit with such heavy fucking lol.

“oh my god, look at her tom!”bill exclaimed chuckling as he proceeded to zoom the camera lens onto my oozing pussy, tom giggling along with him,

“was für eine verdammte schlampe..(what a fucking slut.)”he replied smugly, intently looking down at my weak figure that was currently trying to recover from the 3rd orgasm ive just endured.

“mal sehen, wie viel mehr sie aushält, bill(let’s see how much more she can take it.)”

tom then rapidly flipped me over to my stomach placing me in doggy position, as bill sat himself near my face still camera in hand, while tom squeezed and slapped my ass a few times before inserting his veiny cock inside my aching cunt.

“t’much i-cant mhm!”i cried out looking up at the camera before staring into bills lustful eyes, my hands turning white from how tightly i was gripping the bed sheets, my tears flowing down and ruining more of my already destroyed makeup.

“aw poor baby-”he cooed down at me from above, slightly leaning down to place a comforting kiss on my lips before pulling away.

“es ist alles in ordnung, wir sind fast fertig damit, dass du weiterhin hübsch für die kamera aussiehst, schatz(its okay we’re almost done with you just keep looking pretty for the camera honey.)”he further explained, a devilish smile creeping on the corners of his lips.

“ughh-okay!”

were the only words tom needed to hear before he began to aggressively pound away at my walls, his tip slamming profusely against my bruised cervix.

“fuck fuck fuck!”tom shouted behind me one of his hand keeping me in place, his jaw dropped as loud grunts spewed from his lips.

bill moved back a bit, recording every second of the scene that was happening right infront of his own eyes, zooming out the camera lens to capture the quite pornographic moment.

after a minute or two bill scooted back up to my face, moving the camera down to his cock and my lips curved into a cheeky smile as he rubbed my drool on my red tender lips, before leaning forward and handing the recorder to tom.

“gonna fill that lil whore mouth up, better take fucking all of it, understood?” he demanded as he gestured for me to open my mouth, sliding his full girth into my mouth stopping once his tip hit the back of throat.

they continued to fuck my brains into utter mush and all i could really feel is, tom using my pussy to pure filth chanting the most pathetic words down at me while filming my ass clapping on his length, and bills cock painfully ramming in and out of my throat his precious whimpers filling my ears, both equally fucking me at the most primal pace.

soon the familiar pleasurable knot began to bubble up in my stomach,

“i-im gonna cummhm!”

“hold it dumb bitch, ughh f-fucking hold it!”tom yells at me, harshly slapping my ass as a sign to immediately obey, quickly giving the recorder back to bill.

“smile for the camera baby,

here comes the cum shot!”

bill excitedly exclaimed pulling his length out of my mouth momentarily, zooming into my heaving and fucked-out face, panning out to tom finally letting me cum as he as well finally proceeds to coats my walls completely in white with his hot load.

this takes bill straight to the edge, shifting the cameras focus back again down to my lips as he urgently stuffs his cock inside my mouth, his thick seed deliciously splatting onto my tongue.

they then both pulled their members out of me, letting me fall and collapse onto the sticky drenched sheets, our mixed juices spilling out of my cunt and mouth.

“yeah we definitely gotta’ bring that tape on tour with us bill.”

“nein nein (no no), shes coming with us atleast we know shes down to share.”

THE END

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Lee Felix x F!Reader TW : pregnancy ; miscarriage ; major angst ; Word Count : 3.5k

“Felix!” You squealed as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his nose nuzzling against your cheek as the softest chuckle filled your ears that his lips were right beside. Kisses were peppered against any surface he could reach as he swayed your body’s side to side, your own instinctively relaxing against him. “Remember what I said, right?” You murmured, tilting your head up to glance at him, his eyes twinkling with excitement even though he was dramatically pouting at you. 

“I know, I know.” He grumbled, his thumb absentmindedly drawing circles against your stomach. “No telling STAY until the 5th month…” He sighed, his chin falling against your shoulder. “I’m just so excited, and I know they’ll be just as excited as I am when they hear about it.” 

You knew he was excited, you had recorded his reaction when you had surprised him with the news that you were pregnant on his birthday. The little “Congratulations Dad” card slipped in between the birthday card that you had gotten him, and you were so glad that you had decided at the last minute to film him opening the card. His reaction was genuine and precious, and the tears that filled his eyes as he looked up at you with a questioning smile, awaiting your reassurance that it wasn’t just some prank before jumping off the couch and engulfing you in a hug… It had all been enough to bring tears to your own eyes as you continued to assure him that yes, you really were pregnant. 

Sometimes you felt that he was even more excited than you were, and you were only just now entering your 3rd month. Felix had all but started the nursery for the baby by now, the names had already been picked out, and while you wanted the news to be kept from the fans just a little while longer, he was all too eager to tell the guys who shared in his joy about a new family member. He was the best partner to have, when you were feeling your worst and the symptoms were downright awful, he was always there to do his best to help you feel better. That is, until he had to go on tour. 

The announcement of the upcoming world tour was unexpected, and even Felix seemed a little taken back by it. The last thing he planned on doing during your pregnancy was traveling around the world, but you tried to think positively about it, hoping that your positivity would brush off on him and he’d be less reluctant to leave. 

“So you’re sure you don’t need me to stay here with you?” Felix posed the question as he stood by the front door, a duffle bag swung over his shoulder. Even though the question was meant to make it seem like you’re the one who’d need him to stay, both of you knew that he wanted you to say yes, he wanted you to give him any reason you could to stay with him. As much as you wanted him to stay though, you knew that it would be selfish, especially when so many fans wanted to see him. 

“I’m sure, babe.” You said the words through little bouts of giggles as you leaned against the wall, waiting to say those final goodbyes before he was gone. It used to be extremely hard to watch him leave, and you’d usually be the one trying to make up excuses just to delay his departure, but you were used to it now. It’s not that it wasn’t sad still, but after 4 years together, you were better at it, you both were, and you had figured out how to work around the time differences so that you could call each other and at least video chat once a day. This time would be no different, you both knew that. “Plus, by the time you finish the tour and you’re able to come back home, I’ll be close to 6 months, you won’t have to wait so long.” 

His head nodded, and as if you had just told him you were pregnant again for the first time, his eyes gleamed with just something else to get excited over. “Alright… You’re right, and then I only have to wait 3 months… Perfect… I don’t like waiting… I just want to meet them…” His eyes formed into thin crescents as his smile widened, his bag dropping to the floor as he walked over to you, his hands cupping your cheeks before pressing a deep kiss to your lips, the suddenness of it giving you a headrush. “I’ll miss you, angel… Keep yourself safe…” He lowered down just enough to brush his fingers along your stomach before giving it a small kiss that had your heart swelling. “And you stay safe too, my little nugget. Don’t give your mom too much trouble.” He rested his forehead against your tummy for a second, letting out a soft sigh, one last opportunity for you to just tell him to stay, but the silence out lasted the opportunity and he slowly got back to his feet, smiling softly to you. “Make sure you send me daily belly pictures, and video call me at doctors appointments so I can be there… Okay? Please?” 

Even with your reassurance, you knew that this was hard for him. This was the most exciting time of his life, not just career wise, but now at home as well. His family was growing, and he had to leave you when you were most vulnerable. It made him feel awful that he wouldn’t be there for you, and no amount of it’s okay’s would make him feel any less awful. It would be rough, but not without reward. He knew that once he got home he’d be with you again, and he wouldn’t have to wait as long either. 

“Felix, we’re about to go on…” Hyunjin whispered, his hand waving in front of the younger member's face to get his attention away from the video call that he was currently on with you. “We have like five minutes, and I know that you’re not going to just hang up on her, you need five minutes just to say goodbye because you do that back and forth thing that’s really cringy.” 

Felixs face scrunched up with embarrassment as his cheeks were flushed a light pink, his head turning to look at Hyunjin. “I do not take five minutes just to say goodbye, and we do not do the cringy back and forth thing. We promised we wouldn’t be like that…” His head quickly turned back to the screen when he heard your snicker that you attempted to muffle. “We don’t do that… Do we?” 

Your lips pursed and slightly turned up at the corners. “What if I said it totally isn’t cringe and I love our 5 minute back and forth goodbyes.” You posed, but your laugh sounded through the speakers as his head fell back and he let out a groan, especially when Hyunjin started laughing too, patting the younger man's shoulder and giving him an I told you so before walking off. “You really need to get out there though…” 

Now that Hyunjin was out of the room, Felix could return to the matter of the call, and as annoying as his hyung was at the moment, it was a welcomed distraction from what the two of you were talking about. “Call me… text me when you get to the doctors… let me know what’s going on, please.” He whispered, his stress sky high, the first time in a while that he’s felt this way before a show and it wasn’t even due to going in front of thousands of fans that he felt this way. 

“I will…” You sighed softly, and even though he could see it in your eyes, in the way you sat on the couch, you were just as worried as he was, you still tried your best to ease his mind and comfort him. “It’s probably nothing though. I’m sure it’s normal. The doctors are probably gonna think I’m silly for coming in for something as small as this.” Your weak chuckle filled the otherwise silent room, but Felix couldn’t laugh with you, he was panicking, and the worst part was that he was on the complete other side of the world right now when he wanted nothing more than to be with you, especially right now. 

“I’m serious, angel… I don’t care if I’m in the middle of dancing. Call me, let me know what’s going on.” He said, more sternly now as the knocks came against his door letting him know time was up. “I love you, I love you so much… And I love our little nugget too. Be safe, okay? Promise me that you’ll be safe, that you’ll let me know.” 

Your head nodded quickly as you blew him a quick kiss. “I’ll text you, pinky promise. I love you more. Call me when you’re done.” You whispered, and he watched you through the phone, wishing that he could hold you, that he could kiss you, that one push of that little red button at the bottom of the screen wouldn’t make your face disappear from his view. The stupid tour was keeping him away from you, and while you tried to hide it from him, he knew that you wanted him there now, you needed him there more than anything right now. 

Felixs mind was completely overtaken by thoughts of you, thoughts of his child as he stood on stage. He couldn’t even focus on the choreography, his steps out of place and he constantly bumped into the other members who, in any other situation, would have gotten annoyed by his continuous mistakes, but they knew he was lost in his own mind, in his own worries about what was going on back at home. 

It took a while for him to even begin to calm down, but the lack of buzzing in his back pocket was, in a way, more comforting than it usually would be. Things were fine, that’s what he kept telling himself, what the guys kept telling him whenever they passed him on the stage. Back pats and intermittent hugs were common, trying to keep him from thinking too much about what was happening or what could be happening. 

What he didn’t know was that back at home in the small little room with the flowers and the smiley faces on the ceiling, you were curled up on the hospital bed, eyes bloodshot from crying as you held the last ultrasound picture you’d receive from this pregnancy that had abruptly ended with no real reason. 

You didn’t call, not yet, not because you didn’t want to, but because you couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to deliver the news to him when you knew he was already worried about you, when you knew he was standing on stage in front of thousands of fans. If you told him, he’d definitely run off the stage just to talk to you, trying to find the next available flight to make it home. 

So no, you didn’t call him, but you shot him a quick text, hoping that he wouldn’t check it until after the concert was over. “I’m so sorry, Lixie… Nugget is gone…” Was all the text said, truthfully, you didn’t know how to put it. How were you supposed to tell him something so awful when he was thousands of miles away? All you wanted to do was be held by him and cry with him over the future that was snatched away from the both of you without any warning. 

The vibration in his pocket was something that he had been waiting for, his hand quickly reaching into the back of his jeans to pull it out, pretending that he was about to take a picture. The smile that had been on his face at the thought of the new ultrasound pictures he’d be receiving quickly faded when he read the message notification on his lock screen. 

It took everything, everything for him to not collapse in the middle of the stage right then and there, his eyes already brimming with tears as his arms fell limp at his sides. Fans continued to cheer, adrenaline and excitement emanating from all of them, but he was in his own bubble, his sad, dark cloud filled bubble that all of those joyous emotions bounced off of. 

“Felix?” Chan was the first to notice, rushing over to him and quickly pulling him off to the side of the stage, and it was only then, once out of the spotlight, that Felix allowed himself to crumble under the crashing wave of emotions that washed over him. “Wh-What happened? Talk to me, Felix.” 

But he could only shake his head as the tears rolled down his freckled cheeks, his mouth opened but no words coming out, only small gasps as a shaky hand held out his phone to the leader. What was he supposed to do now? He felt like a failure, he failed to be there for you, to be the boyfriend that would always stand beside you even during the hardest times. This was the worst time for both of you, yet you were going through it alone. 

At this point all the other members were staring at him, the entire venue had fallen silent as every one there focused their attention on the crying man that was just slightly out of view. “I-I don’t know what to do… hyung… What do I do?” Felix whimpered, glassy eyes staring up at the man who, for the first time, didn’t have much of a suggestion. Chan didn’t know how this felt, none of them did, none of the other guys had ever been through something like this, let alone so far away. 

“If you need to go home, then go home, Felix.” Was all Chan could offer, a firm hand planted on the younger man's shoulder. “Y/N needs you way more than we do right now, way more than STAY needs you…” And Felix knew that, the problem was that he didn’t know the first thing to do once he got home. Of course, he’d hold you and he’d tell you that it would be okay even though he’d know that both of you felt the complete opposite of okay. 

How was he even supposed to step foot inside of his home when it would just be a constant reminder of the child that he had already prepared for, a child that he loved so much before even seeing them, a child that had been stolen away from both him and you before either of you got to even meet them. How was he supposed to keep composed enough to even be there for you? 

Even if he didn’t decide to go home, he wouldn’t be able to continue performing. He couldn’t even pretend to be excited, let alone pretend to actually care about the show right now. You, the love of his life, were experiencing what he could only imagine to be the worst possible thing that you could ever have to go through, and there was no way in hell he’d leave you alone any longer than you needed to be. Sure, he didn’t know the first thing he’d say to you, he didn’t even know what to think for himself to calm his own emotions, but the least he could be is there. 

“STAY…” He whispered into the mic, not wanting them to worry if he just ran off stage without a word, and he didn’t want to put the weight on Chans or any of the other members shoulders. They’d have to finish the show, the rest of the tour without him, the least he could do is say goodbye and apologize. “There’s… some things… going on at home right now for me… And I need to get back home to help take care of them…” He choked out the words, his eyes glistening under the spotlight that was casted down on him. “I’m so sorry… I promise to make it up to you when I’m able to… But I need to go now.” 

There were a few sounds of disappointment coming from the crowd, but he knew that the fans, the real fans, would understand and they wouldn’t hold it against him. He didn’t even wait for the words of the other guys as he rushed off stage, fingers working quickly to undo the mic that he was wired with. Now that that was over with, you were the only thing on his mind. 

Tears fell down his face in the solitude of first class on the plane that carried him back home, and most of the flight he slept, unable to keep his eyes open once they got too puffy from crying. He felt like the dictionary definition of a train wreck right now, the makeup that had been put on him before the concert had yet to be cleanly removed, the small amount of eyeliner and eyeshadow blotchy under his eyes from wiping them too much. He didn’t care who might see him or the photos that would come out if any were taken. One day he’d tell the world about what happened, and that day they’d understand why he looked this way, but for now, their words would mean nothing to him, their reports were pointless and false. They could say anything they wanted, nothing would ever hurt him as much as the small two sentence text that he had gotten on stage. 

He knew that you’d be upset, he had, in some sense, prepared for that, but he couldn’t have possibly prepared himself enough for the heartbreaking image of you curled up on the couch, your arms wrapped around your stomach and your entire body shuddering from the lingering sniffles that came after your sobs. Your head slightly lifted at the sound of his entrance, both of your eyes bloodshot as they met from across the room. “I’m… I’m so sorry, angel…” He said softly as he made his way over to you, dropping down onto the floor beside you on the couch. You were surrounded with balled up tissues that had been used to cry into and wipe whatever tears clung to your cheeks. 

Seeing you from a distance had been heartbreaking, but now seeing you up close, the way your upper lip was raw and puffy from roughly wiping your nose, your hair dampened by the tears that fell into it, your eyes barely even able to open from how much you’ve cried… It was heart shattering, like the broken pieces that had been left over were now being stomped on and kicked around. “They d-don’t know… why… it h-happened…” You shakily said between shortened breaths, your lips chapped from your open mouthed breathing. “You… were s-so ex-excited… and… I’m s-sorry… Lix…” 

He quickly shushed you, his fingers quickly brushing away the loose strands of hair that clung to your forehead. “It’s not your fault… It’s not…” He cooed, leaning his forehead against yours as his hands moved down to cup your cheeks. “And I’m not going to leave you. I promise, I’m going to stay by your side no matter what…” It was a solid promise, one that he wasn’t going to break. If you wanted to stay on the couch the entire time, he’d stay seated on the floor beside you. If you wanted to lay in bed all day and be held by him, he’d do that if it meant that even the slightest bit of pain you were feeling right now would subside. 

This is why he’s here… It’s for you and solely for you, because even though the pain he’s feeling right now is bad, he can only imagine how much harder it was for you. You had been told the news while you were by yourself, you had to process those emotions on your own, and then you had to go back to the empty house and continue to process those emotions by yourself. You had been the one carrying the baby, and even if it was only for a short 3 months, you had already loved the baby. Felix had caught you on many occasions smiling to yourself as your hand absentmindedly circled over your stomach. Now it was empty, you were empty. He had left for tour, excitedly awaiting coming home and only having to wait 3 more months to meet his child, and now that child was just… gone. There was no family to look forward to, not any time soon, not anymore. Home is where his heart is, you are his heart, you had it entirely. He loved coming home usually… But right now, home is where hurt is, hurt and devastation and shattered dreams. 

[jermer10]

This might be a weird request but can you do one where you're dating the Mercenaries and you figure out your pregnant so you tell them?

TF2 mercs with a pregnant s/o

afab reader | this req wasn't weird at all! thank you op, and i apologize for it taking so long to write! <3

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: - being the youngest of 8, he wasn't exactly aware of pregnancy signs first hand, though he had heard things from his ma and brothers - so when he noticed you had been sicker, sleeping longer, and having food aversions to things you would otherwise love, he had slowly put pieces of the puzzle together - doesn't wanna bring it up with you, he doesn't want to alarm you, and slyly implies getting a pregnancy test after he sees you vomiting for the 3rd morning that week - when he finds out, he is ecstatic!!! <33333 - would LOVE it if his kids were into baseball, definitely the playing catch in the yard kid of dad - has always been big on having a family, but can't help but also feel incredibly nervous??? - his dad was never there, would he even be a good dad? spoiler alert, he is an amazing dad

Soldier: - completely oblivious to the idea that you could be pregnant, and instead sends you to the infirmary thinking you had just eaten some bad bread - to his complete and utter shock, you came out pregnant - "honey, no, i was already pregnant..." there's no use, he doesn't care who made you pregnant, he was going to be a dad! - is already picturing your white picket fence american life together with 2.5 kids and a dog - doesn't believe in maternity leave, will try to get you onto the battlefield despite the fact that you are seven months pregnant and can barely walk (medic has to explain why you cannot, soldier is outraged) - the kind of guy who really wants a son but is blessed with a daughter instead and ends up having more in common with her - "CAN WE HAVE ANOTHER ONE?" he is so sweet like actually <333

Demoman: - demo is always sick, it comes with the alcoholism - but when you're sick? he is worried, like, extremely worried - at first he thinks it's the flu, maybe gastro? anything but what all the signs point to, please don't be pregnancy - when you show him the positive tests, he holds you and cries - he is so terrified at the idea of being a father, he's an alcoholic, he's never had to take care of anything in his life, not even himself - god, he couldn't bare having to explain the egregious duty of abandoning their child until they come of age, like his parents had done to him, and theirs to them - but, he also really wanted a family with you - he saw how happy this baby would make you, how excited you were to have one with him - when he sees his baby for the first time, he knows that he made the right choice

Heavy: - having three younger sisters, he knew what pregnancy was like - and when his father was executed, he knew he had to protect those sisters as if they were his own children - he absolutely loves the idea of having a small family with you, a peaceful life without bloodshed - so when you come to him, teary eyed, holding what looked like a pregnancy test, he didn't hesitate to embrace you in the most suffocating, loving hug he could muster - "У нас будет ребенок!" he is so incredibly happy - he treats you like royalty, spoils you so hard (as if he didn't already) - his mother and sisters knit you baby clothes!!!! <33333 - will not let anyone near you, he absolutely refuses any harm to you or your baby, if you get sick he ails your illness, if you are hurt he treats your wounds - you are the most precious thing to him, and now so is your baby

Engineer: - it wouldn't come as a surprise to him at all, as you had likely discussed having a baby and trying for one multiple times beforehand - that doesn't stop him from bawling his eyes out anyway - you hold each other for hours, happily crying and giggling about how your future together will look - designs all the baby furniture with added features to make your life easier - feeding bowls that prevent food spillage, chairs that are completely non slip, a baby cradle with an inbuilt monitor and mobile with little wooden tools and machinery - the most proactive father any child could ever want in their lives, he will drop everything to support you and this baby - invests in his kid's hobbies, shows up to every baseball game, every recital, every play

Medic: - medic's never really thought about having kids before - he could honestly live without ever having them - he's giving you a physical, when he notices some of the telltale physical pregnancy signs and decides to give you a test - oh fuck! you were pregnant! - immediate panic mode, he has no idea how to be a father! he offers multiple options for you to undergo surgery to remove it - if you are insistent on having this baby, he decides that he has no choice but to be a dad - at first he ignores this kid, i mean, he is a busy man after all and he never wanted this child in the first place - but this kid follows him EVERYWHERE, and he just cant help but adore the little guy - "ah, it was inevitable really, zhe little scamp just vouldn't leave me alone!" "you know you're allowed to love our kid, right?"

Sniper: - has never wanted kids, it wasn't you, really, he just didn't find them practical - i mean, he lives in a van?? where would you even fit a kid? and surely it wouldn't be healthy to raise one in that sort of environment - he sort of supposes that seeing you holding your baby would be cute, and he wouldn't mind having a little family someday - when you break the news to him, you look visually nervous - shaking, eyes wet and red, probably from crying before you even told him, it breaks his heart seeing you this way - when you finally ask what you should do, despite all common sense, he tells you that he wants to keep the baby - your reaction was all worth it to him - you immediately plan to upsize, looking for a small house together and moving in shortly before the baby is born - he fully comes around to the idea of a child after meeting his own

Spy: - the thought of having a kid turns him off, he is far too emotionally unavailable as it is - you know about scout, and you know the immense guilt and pain spy felt after abandoning him - so when you tell him that you're pregnant, he calmly asks you what you are going to do - he won't talk you out of having the baby, but he will not be active in his child's life whatsoever - you bet that he will, and so, he takes you up on that bet - he has no intent on leaving you despite not wanting this kid, if anything the idea of proving you wrong amuses him more - then, when you aren't around, he spends time with the kid, clothes it, feeds it, plays with it - and when you come home and see them together, it's safe to say he had lost the bet

[haechwrites]

undercut - L.MK

idol!mark lee x reader

wc: ~1.2k

warnings: nothin. kisses. fluff.

A/N: MARK UNDERCUT!!!!!!!!!! I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM also ive been extra delulu don't mind me.

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“Can I come over? I’ll ask hyung to drop me off at yours.” I could hear the cars passing by him, louder than I expected the city streets to be at 3 am.

“You don’t have a schedule for tomorrow?” I ask, barely holding the phone between my head and shoulder. For some reason, I thought it’d be a good idea to paint my nails at this hour. 

“Also blue or red?” I cut him off before he can answer my previous question. I clink the nail polish bottles in my hands.

“Blue. And nooo, it’s my off day…” And then he’s quiet, I can hear his nerves through the phone.

“You want me to say ‘yes,’ don’t you?” I smirk, hoping he can feel my teasing nature from his end. 

He groans, annoyed that I’m making it difficult for him and I bite my lip to stop myself from giggling. He’s such a baby.

“Of course I want my girlfriend to say ‘yes’ to me asking to come over. Are you insane?” I listen to him huff and I can sense the text I’m about to get from Renjun, telling me to get Mark to quit whining.

“So dramatic,” I snicker. I start to pack up the nail polish, already knowing he’ll be here in five minutes regardless of my answer. “You’re on your way, right?”

I’m met with silence and I hesitate putting my clear coat back in the cabinet.

“I’m outside.”

“Of course you are. No respect for my decisions I see.” In contrast to my words, my heart is actually racing. I almost slide across the floor at how fast I run to the buzzer.

“Just open the door,” Mark whines some more and I can hear the buzz from the other side. I hang up the phone and open the door, ready to see his face.

It’s been a week since I’ve last seen him, if you’re not counting the facetime calls at random hours – he’s lucky my job isn’t strict on my phone use. I never know how much I miss Mark Lee until he’s busy with his hectic schedules. It took me awhile to accept and appreciate the nature of our relationship. Mark thanks me whenever he can for putting up with his lifestyle. What he doesn’t know is that I love him so much that I can easily make his lifestyle mine. Even if that means seeing him randomly at 3 am on a Wednesday.

I poke my head out and I see a figure stalk down the hallway, a hoodie hiding his head. 

“Psst,” I whisper and his head lifts to find my voice. He speedwalks over and I tug him in, carefully closing my front door.

“You know I know where you live right? Like I won’t get lost,” Mark laughs, leaving no time to pull me in for a hug. I feel my muscles relax into his and I don’t realize how much I needed it. His time. His space. Him. 

The more I soften in his embrace, the tighter his arms squeeze. “You’re precious cargo. Gotta make sure my man arrives safely.”

“Your man?” Mark leans back to show me how happy my word choice made him. Even on his tired face, his smile shines brightly. No eye bags can hide the gleam of his brown eyes.

I roll my eyes and slap his chest. “You heard me, weirdo. Stop acting like it’s new news.”

“Ahhh,” He lifts my feet off the ground to nuzzle into me some more. “I can’t help that it sounds so good.”

“You know what else sounds good?” I ask when he puts me down. “A movie sesh.”

I split from his embrace, scurrying to the kitchen to hide the new dust of pink on my cheeks. The effect he has on me never wears off, even after all this time. It’s almost embarrassing.

“Ah, my girl’s a genius,” I hear his feet chase after me to hug me from behind as I grab a pack of popcorn from the cabinets. I can feel his soft breathing on my shoulder and it feels unreal that he’s physically here. I can actually feel his chest rise and fall against my back. I’ve gotten so used to listening to him fall asleep on the phone.

“Your girl?” I mock.

“Shut up.” Mark mutters into my shoulder. I reach back to stroke his hair when I’m met with the fabric of his jacket.

“Why do you still have your hoodie up?” I twist around in his arms to face him and his head swiftly repositions to fall into my chest. I try to push his head back up, but he’s stubborn.

“What are you hiding, Mark Lee?” I flick his head and he exclaims.

“Ow! Why are you so violent?” He finally looks up and I flip his hoodie back before he could protest again.

It’s gone. His hair.

“Your hair.” 

Mark looks down at me shyly, biting his lip. I watch him run his hand through his undercut, focusing on the fact that it’s so short his black strands don’t file through his fingers anymore. Or that his ends don’t slightly curl around the nape of his neck. He even has etchings shaved into the sides. I can’t remember if I already knew about this and saw it over facetime or if it’s a new change to his appearance. Maybe it’s been longer than a week since I saw him last. The shock on my face is evident.

He squeezes my hip to bring me back. “You like it?” So it is new.

Mark grabs one of my hands and guides it through his haircut. It almost hurts with how prickly it is, but it’s fun. It’s new. And the way he sighs into my hands makes my chest tighten. 

“It’s… it’s kinda hot.” I take both of my hands and run them through, not really missing how easy his hair was to tug before. It’s a new look and I can tell he’s confident in it. I wonder if I could get him to shave my initials next time. 

“Yeah?” Mark stands up straighter, a fiery look in his eyes as he watches me admire his cut. My fingertips dance across the hair. I barely miss the way his tongue swipes across his lips.

“Yeah, I love it.” I can’t contain my smile, and he chuckles at my reaction. He tugs my waist in closer before planting a long kiss on my cheek. “I can see your pretty face so much better.”

He groans, letting his head fall into the side of my neck, nipping at my skin instinctively. I snicker at his reaction, letting my fingers massage his scalp.

“You’re killing me,” he says, almost like a whisper. I pull his face in front of me, watching the shy pout form on his lips. I give him a peck and watch him chase my mouth for more.

“Ditto.” I admit, caving into his cry for more kisses.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Convenience Store Vampire, part 3

Part 1, Part 2

While I undertook the task of hauling a ghost out of its mortal shell (which was ridiculously hard, mind you), Hash held my parasol up with one hand and called someone with the other. We awkwardly shuffled into the shop, where I deposited the ghost, who was almost stable, into the storage cabinet. I thanked my lucky stars that spirits and ghosts were tiny, because he could barely lie down flat in it, despite being all of one and a half metres tall. (Or so I guessed. Another nice thing about vampirism was that it gave me the ability to estimate things with ridiculous accuracy.)

Hash hung up on her caller, and immediately began dialling another number. As she did, her features shifted and melted to become more wrinkled and concerned, taking on the form of a middle-aged woman in mom jeans and a t-shirt. (I had no idea how she shifted her clothes. One of the many mysteries of ‘shifter magic.)

“Hi?” She pitched her voice high, with a confused and anxious lilt. “I think I found a dead man? Yeah, he got rolled over or something? He's wearing an Exorcist uniform, I think? Erm, the address?” She paused, pretending to check the location. “I'm along Chesseri Lane, outside the Smiley Mart Convenience Store. What- What should I do? Oh, okay! Thank you, Officer, and may Ina bless your precious hearts.” 

She hung up and grinned at her phone, her skin rippling to return to their original features. “Guess what, Davie? 'Em coppers fell right fer it! Gods, I love watching ‘em fall fer my tricks. Ya'd think three thousand years of dealin' with my kin' would prep ‘em for dealing with us tricks'ers, but nay!” She snickered gleefully to herself.

I frowned at her, though there was no real heat in my gaze. “Hash, I just watched you speak a perfectly unaccented sentence. Why do you persist in speaking that gods-awful pidgin? You've been making me endure that thing for so long, you know,” I chided her.

She giggled some more. “Ya sound like my boyfrien'! He's always bitchin' ‘bout the accent. By the by, he's the one I called. Figured ‘cos he's a spirit, he'd mask the scent of our ghostie here, don't ya think?”

Sometimes I forgot that for all her antics, Hash was both very old and very smart. “Yeah, that should work,” I said. “But will he make it in time? The Luxatian Exorcist Corps are notoriously fast, you know.”

She pondered that thought, then laughed it away. “I told ‘im to hurry. He'll make it just fine,” she replied casually.

Right on cue, the door jingled as it opened.

An old friend of mine always said that spirits were so solemn because they were likely to be mistaken for children otherwise, and I saw it to be true. Hash's boyfriend could easily have passed for a twelve-year-old had he not been wearing a neatly pressed suit and the most dour of expressions. As I met his golden eyes, I could feel the disdain pouring off him.

“You could give most vampires a run for their money in the superiority complex department,” I said, unable to clamp down on my overly enthusiastic tongue. The spirit gave me a stern glare, but it only made me laugh. 

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Regressor! Malleus Draconia

(So I don’t actually play TWST (even though I want to, my phone won’t let me) but my boyfriend really likes Malleus, so I’m trying to base these headcanons off of what my boyfriend has said about him. These aren’t going to be super in-depth like my usual ones, but I hope they’re good anyways :’3)

Malleus loves sleeping/napping with his head in someone’s lap, especially Yuu’s/MC’s and Lilia’s, as they’re his main caregivers.

One of the ittiest bittiest of babies, probably around 1-2, sometimes less

He absolutely cannot be left alone when regressed, and will search/pace the same few rooms/places for over and hour looking for a caregiver before giving up and retreating to his room to cry. If he does find one of his caregivers beforehand, he’s too shy to actually say he wants attention, but will snuggle into their shoulder without warning or just hope THEY WANT to give him attention.

Lilia is often called ‘Dada’ by little Malleus, the little one seeing Lilia as more of a parent figure than anyone else.

Dada’s boy through and through

He loves being called “Little Prince” or just simple little names like “Baby” or “Little one.”

As a dragon, he will teethe and chew on everything, including his own tail. It doesn’t hurt him, but they always try to draw his attention and motivation to teethe elsewhere, with teether rings, chewelry, and pacifiers. Malleus gets very nervous to use his pacifiers infront of others, even Lilia, but he loves them.

-Because of his fangs, he bites through a lot of pacifiers and teethers, so they have to buy more ‘heavy duty’ strong ones, Lilia even saying he’ll make them himself if he must

He has an abundance of little items based on Gargoyles, including a few stuffed animals and a bunch of story books he has read to him before naps/bedtime.

Little Malleus loves to ramble about Gargoyles, but often worries he talks about them too much. He’ll go on a very lengthy infodump to Yuu/MC about gargoyles, but will pause after a few minutes and just start apologizing.

He really wants little friends, but he’s worried that he’s too scary for other little ones and he’s far too shy. The closest little friend he has is Silver, but even then he already feels like he’s his little brother.

Silver and Malleus are often little together, Malleus always watching over the two of them and sounding like a proud papa the whole time.

“My precious baby boys! You two are the cutest ever!” Lilia pinches one of Malleus’ and Silver’s cheeks at the same time, unable to contain how much he loves the little goobers. Silver giggles softly “Dada!” he smiles. Malleus just whines, pulling away from his father figure’s hand, rubbing his cheek after. “Oh, I’m sorry little prince, did Dada hurt your lil cheek! Let him see!” Before Malleus could respond, the attentive vampire immediately giving his cheek a bunch of kisses. The little dragon tried to whine and push him away, not wanting to do this infront of Silver, but after a few kisses, he was a giggling mess. “Don’t think I forgot about you goober!” Lilia then did the same to Silver’s cheek, earning some muffled giggles from behind the sleepy little one’s pacifier.

Silver, when regressed, refers to Malleus as ‘baba’ or ‘bubba’ if he even can even speak at the moment. Silver and Malleus both share really small headspaces.

His tamagotchi is one of the most important things to him when he’s little, and will spend hours tending to his little digital friend if his attention isn’t directed elsewhere.

Malleus often has nightmares about those he loves leaving him, and almost always wakes up crying and shivering, sometimes even full panicking. He’s very clingy until he’s cuddled and calmed down. After nightmares, he usually doesn’t sleep the rest of the night.

Loves having stories told to him before bed, and whoever’s reading/speaking always has his full attention, and he tries not to ask questions during it, but usually can’t help it.

“Wuh! What happens to the little dragon then!” Malleus asked with concern for the fictional little dragon in the story book Lilia was reading to him, hugging Lilia tightly from behind, his chin resting on his shoulder. The vampire laughed softly. “I dunno baby! We’ll have to keep reading won’t we?” Malleus blushed a bit at this, but watched intently at his Dada kept reading.

He treats being bottle-fed by Lilia the most normal thing since he’s his basically his father. Of course, it’s only comfortable in the comfort of their rooms and when they’re alone, Malleus not even calling Lilia his dad during interactions outside of their rooms. He loves being bottle-fed though, even if it’s a bit difficult with how much taller he is than Lilia. His horns make it a bit difficult to lay on his lap, so his head usually goes near his shoulder and his legs over his lap, or he sits between his legs. Lilia would not stop until he had a way to bottle-feed his little one(s).

Malleus loves having his hair pet and played with, even when he’s not regressed, but when he’s regressed he will actively search for it. Not with verbal question, but he will press his head to Lilia’s hand.

He absolutely hates how strong he is, especially when regressed. He feels left out watching Lilia and Silver bake/cook together when they do, because he can’t help make them without breaking things on accident. It doesn’t help that Lilia likes the make cookies and treats for them so often, Malleus just wanting to be his Dada’s little helper.

Little Malleus needs praise for just about everything, even if it’s something he did without trouble or could’ve easily done when not regressed. If Dada didn’t tell him he did a good job going to sleep when he asked, Malleus will worry he did something wrong.

He doesn’t mean to be, and he doesn’t look like he would be, but Malleus is such a sensitive little baby and cries a lot. He doesn’t like crying infront of anybody though, and will go hide in his bed or the bathroom if he starts to cry. Lilia will always immediately follow him, or go into overprotective Dad mode when he finds him.

“Oh baby, why are you hiding?” Lilia asks with audible concern before sitting next to the crying Malleus. The dragon desperately tried to stay hidden behind his plushie, but Lilia gently set it to the side, and gently cups Malleus’ face in his hands. He kisses the top of his nose and wipes a few tears away. “Little one…Talk to Dada baby.” He spoke softly and calmly, whispering as to not frighten the little guy. Malleus takes a hold of Lilia’s hands on his face, before softly crying a little harder. He then holds his hands towards Lilia, the vampire letting him retreat into his shoulder. “Shh sh sh shhh…Dada’s right here my little prince.”

Malleus gets really shy about little outfits, usually settling on comfy pajamas. However, on rare occasions, the little one wears footed sleeper onsies, Lilia taking extra care to make a hole for his tail. He wears it most when he’s feeling extra sad/uncomfy or sicky. It’s usually saved for itty bitty baby headspace.

Lilia often jokes with little Malleus to be careful about burning his bangs like he did as a baby dragon. He teases him about a lot of stuff he did as a baby, but Malleus secretly adores it, as it makes him feel extra small still, his father figure treating him like he’s still the same little baby dragon.

(Trying to get all my WIPs finished and posted)

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You WILL Have my Herbs 01

Diluc / Reader

Previous Chapters: Chp 1 | Chp 2 | Chp 3 | Chp 4 | Chp 5 | Chp 6

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Summary: Listen you just wanted to pick some plants, do some experiments, find some cures, and report back to your mentor. Unfortunately a handsome vigilante puts you in his debt and now you have to fight him to let you make it up to him.

Chapter 1: A Fierce Shade of Red

When you’d first left your homeland to travel the land to further your knowledge as an apothecary, your family had warned you to be careful. Your mother had been vocally concerned, listing out many demands: write home regularly, do not stay out after dark for long, do not stray into uninhabited areas, among other things as well as a reluctance to even let you go.

Your father had been less vocal: a simple take care and watch out, but his demeanour gave away his concern that was typical for a parent.

Yes, they had warned you; and like many a child you had waved away their concerns as the ramblings of loving parents. Hence you’d heeded few of the suggestions and ignored many, as many of the herbs and flora you were interested in were in uninhabited forests. Which was how you found yourself in your current predicament.

You were on the outskirts of Mondstadt, which was absolutely an inhabited area, however you were outside the city walls. You’d been foraging some of the local flora, flitting from one clump of dandelions to another, and had been pushing off heading back into the city. Just let me grab this last thing, was what you’d thought to yourself for the last potentially hundred things you’d picked.

However there were not many people and you were well outside the knights’ view cone, which was probably why you were running into this fuzzy and ominous creature. Had it not had the air of something that could definitely kill you, you’d have found the creature rather cute: a beak-like mask, two bunny ears, a cute cloak, not to mention its fluffy… mane? hood? head-covering?

It let out an amused chuckle with its shrill voice and you were certain that your blood going cold was not because of the shield of ice it had summoned, but rather a physiological mechanism kicking in to redirect all your energies towards fleeing.

However you remained rooted, staring at this foreign specimen, wondering if you could potentially communicate with it. In your time in Mondstadt, you had heard rumors of a researcher who attempted negotiation with hilichurls after all. Perhaps you could take a page out of their book.

“H-hello!” Was your shaky start. “How do you do?”

The creature seemed to regard you from behind its shield, floating in a lackadaisical manner - that sure seemed fun and dandy. It was silent a while: either it didn’t understand you or this was the calm before the storm.

When it let out another ominous giggle that seemed to reverb and echo on its own, you feared it was the latter. Now would be a good time to run for your life you figured. And when that bunny eared menace waved its staff about you bolted.

You somehow managed to dodge the ice chunks that went flying your way. They were sharp and you feared a hit from one would be lethal. You could hear your things jostle around in your pack-damn that creature! All your precious herbs would likely be damaged from this! Caught up in your concern over the time you could potentially be losing thanks to your negligence you barely noticed the frost twinkling in the moonlight before the menace appeared before you, knocking you clean off your feet and, thankfully, onto your side (which meant less damage for your herbs).

Though you might not even live to use them. Given the absolutely unadorable creature seemed delighted to end you. 

You know what? You would live to use them! 

Somehow.

You’d barely stood up when the shield in front of you shattered, the monster at its yolk faceplanting into the grass. You’d barely blinked before flames consumed the creature whole, disintegrating it into black ashes that fluttered in the wind. A glint of metal caught your eye then, your brain vaguely registered a large sword before it also seemed to disintegrate.

You had no more than a moment to make out the overall shape of your savior: and all you really made out was a fierce shade of red so brilliant it seemed to blaze through the shadows of the night, before they were bolting away from you.

Ah! Say thank you! Before they’re out of earshot! “THANK YOU!” You felt your face heat up with embarrassment at both your volume and the way your voice cracked trying to achieve it.

You had no idea if they’d heard you, but hey you’d tried at least right? Plus points for effort and all that? You took a deep breath before noting some ley sprouts on the ground where the vanquished monster had fallen. You let out a huff of contempt before picking up the white twigs. That creature owed you as much with what it had put you through.

You didn’t bother putting them into your pack as you hurried into the city from the side entrance. You would not risk another one of those attacks.

Upon entering the city you kept your eyes peeled for any traces of your savior, but all you could make out were the off-key songs of drunks bumbling through the streets. You rolled your eyes at the inebriated fools as you hurried past a tavern.

-_-

Listen, you want to pretend that life continued on all good and dandy, however…

Well…the reality was that you’d been in a situation that put your life at risk, and that was a first for you. Had it not been for that person with bright hair, you’d likely be in a much more dire situation. Or dead.

Or dead.

Should you write your will?

You ought to rejoice that you hadn’t died, rather than panic about what would-have or could-have happened. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t come across monsters before, however that specific creature-you could still hear it’s ominous chuckles. You shivered violently at the memory, pulling the inn bedding tightly around you.

Sadly the attack had messed with you more than you wanted it to, thus you spent your day indoors. You tried to find solace by sorting through the herbs you’d nearly died over. You were pleased to find they were mostly okay, despite all your jostling last night.

Eventually you did have to leave the room to get food. Oh, if only you could photosynthesize as these herbs did, you would not have to venture into the dangerous city. Woe is you.

Jokes aside, the reality was a good meal would likely help stabilize you. Also some friendly company. Yes, company, another human or learned creature, that would not attack you, to help draw you out of your mental cave and into the light.

That was how you came into the company of Sir Kaeya. 

You headed to the local eatery, a humble establishment by the name of Good Hunter. You’d only just arrived when the strong scents of cooking made your stomach churn, your appetite immediately clamping up. It wasn’t that it smelled bad , no! Not at all! However your appetite had barely existed as the imposing anxiety worked your stomach into knots, and now faced with food, well…safe to say you were very tightly wound.

But!

You knew you needed to eat. Besides, the key to unlocking your appetite was a single bite right? So you just had to get through that first bite... 

…Somehow…

The chef there, Sara was her name-very sweet lady bless her, was very patient with you not knowing what to order. You’d sheepishly apologized for simply standing there reading the menu very slowly and considering your options, and she’d smiled and said to take your time as there was no rush.

However when you detected the presence of another customer behind you, you first flinched, reactively turned around to observe the sudden threat, before finally stepping to the side to allow them to order. That reaction was… suspicious to say the least. Most likely an observable effect of what had transpired last night. 

You heaved a heavy sigh, you’d be better off remaining in the city until you recalibrated yourself. You were in no state to immediately set out into the wilderness currently. But did you have enough funds to continue staying in the city?

“Need help making up your mind?” You jumped at the smooth voice that slashed through your thoughts.

You had a hand over your chest as you scrambled to regain your mental footing and maintain your breathing. You stiffened entirely when you heard a chuckle, “jumpy aren’t you? You wouldn’t be up to no good now, would you?”

That was when you managed to turn to look at the owner of the voice.

You instantly regret it. Or no you didn’t? But you did. You’re not sure. You know what? You should have just stayed at that inn and starved.

Standing before you was a man, a handsome man, a gorgeous man, a man intricately sculpted by a- focus

You hadn’t even had time to properly appreciate the complex texture of his lovely voice, however taking in his beauty? You were frozen under the avalanche of garbled half-thoughts.

He’sspicious of you. An eyepatch? Could he stop sneaking up on people? Isn’t he too close-no you’re imagining, You still haven’t ordered, You want to go home-no you don’t there’s still much to d- are you staring?

You took a deep breath. It’s fine. You were fine. You were perfectly innocent. You had nothing to hide.

Clearing your throat you answered in as calm a manner as you could, “w-why would you assume the worst of a person?” 

Bad response.

“One could say that your assumption reflects that you’re the one who is ‘up to no good.’”

Okay that response was better.

You could barely keep your eyes on his person, so you almost missed the way his visible eye crinkled in amusement. “Well why else would a young lady-a foreigner might I add-such as yourself, be so jumpy while trying to order from the gentle Sara of Good Hunter?”

You had to give it to him, it was a fair point. “Perhaps…perhaps I have a form of social anxiety!” You tried before continuing. “Or…or uhm as-as you said, these lands and this city are foreign to me, hence…I have a heightened alertness to my surroundings.”

“Oho?” His smirk deepened, his eyes narrowing in amusement. “Seems we have a clever one on our hands.”

You were displeased with that statement, and it showed on your face. You could feel it. That, and the obviously handsome man before you’s heightened amusement confirmed that your disapproval was clearly written on your face.

“Sir Kaeya stop intimidating the tourists in front of my restaurant! You’ll drive away business!” The cook scolded from behind the counter. 

The man laughed then, and it was an unfortunately pretty sound, “why nothing could ever possibly ruin the flavor of your cooking dear Sara.”

Wait… Sir Kaeya?

“You’re a knight?” Your expression neutralized into innocent curiosity.

“Ah yes, my apologies, allow me to introduce myself,” he turned back to you, standing at attention, “Kaeya, Knight of Favonius, on behalf of all the Knights, I wish you a pleasant stay here in Mondstadt.”

That was when you introduced yourself in return, giving your name and, “I’m an apothecary here to expand and further my knowledge, please let me know if I can be of assistance, I’d be happy to help.”

“Pray tell if that’s all you’re here for then why are you so jittery?”

He was a knight, so it would probably be wise to inform him of the creature that attacked you, so you did.

“I was attacked by a strange creature last night and only barely made it out alive,” You began.

That seemed to intrigue the man as his amused expression fell off his face, “strange creature you say?”

“Yes,” you huffed, “at first I thought it rather cute, what with its bunny ears and beaked mask and small stature and fuzzy mane,” you frowned, “however it was absolutely unadorable! Nothing cute about it! A malicious beast!”

“Say, did this creature happen to have an elemental shield around it?”

“Yes, one infused with cryo, in fact,” you confirmed, “is this creature familiar to you?”

“Where did you run into this creature?” 

“A little ways away from the,” you paused, turning your head in the general direction of the gate you remember re-entering from, then to the main gate, ”eastern? side? entrance to the city.”

That answer seemed to displease him, his pretty features pinching further, before his suspicious gaze fell on you again. 

When were you going to be free of his suspicion?

“How did you escape it?”

“I was rescued.”

“By whom?”

“I wish I knew, they ran off as soon as the creature perished.”

The knight paused humming in contemplation. Before he turned to look at you with an amusement that had chills clambering up your spine.

“You wouldn’t happen to remember anything about this savior of yours?”

“They used pyro?” You answered dumbly.

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow at you, thoroughly entertained. “A pyro vision, most interesting.”

“Do you know them?” You asked eagerly.

“Fell in love, did you?”

You furrowed your brow, “ no ,” was your immediate response, “but I owe them proper thanks.”

“That all?”

“You still haven’t answered my question Sir Kaeya,” you eyed the man suspiciously. Hah-ha! It was your turn to be suspicious!

He let out a laugh then shrugged, “Mondstadt has quite the population, with multiple pyro users, it could be any one of them.”

He, once again, had a point. However there was something…

Your stomach grumbled before you could fully process that thought. His smirk was a lazy grin then, as he turned to Sara and added a vegetable soup to his order. 

“Won’t you dine with me?” He gave you a jovial smile.

He was handsome enough to fluster you, but you managed “But I haven’t ordered yet?”

“Well I’ve ordered you a vegetable soup for starters,” he gestured towards an empty table, “it’s gentle on the stomach and ought to ease you into eating a proper meal.”

“Oh,” you stared at your former interrogator, “thank you,” you paused, “I appreciate the gesture, however I cannot accept it, I’ll buy it myself.”

He let out a little chuckle at that, and flashed you his teeth, “very astute,” he nodded at you, seemingly pleased.

You paused and watched him for a moment - was he? Your nostrils flared with the air you puffed out of them. Thisy was a knight? “Well as you said, you have a clever one on your hands,” you rolled your eyes as you plopped yourself down in your seat unceremoniously.

Your disgruntlement seemed to amuse the knight further, as he gracefully took his seat. You tried to ignore the obvious way in which he was observing you. You had nothing to hide, but being observed with such intensity was still unnerving. It didn’t help that you hadn’t ever really been in a situation like this before. Most of the time your meals were had either alone, or in groups, or with men related to you. Never, never had a man invited you to dine with him.

Especially not one that looked like or spoke like Sir Kaeya.

Okay, so, you might know a few people who spoke like Sir Kaeya. But they didn’t possess nearly as much charm nor charisma nor…hmm…cunning? Perhaps? They didn’t seem as sharp as he did. And they definitely didn’t look as good.

You turned to stare blankly at the fountain to your right, your brain momentarily noting the man standing in it curiously, before your thoughts returned their previous train. Hadn’t Sir Kaeya invited you to dine with him as a pretense to continue his interrogation? Why hadn’t he asked you anything else?

You made the poor decision of glancing in his direction, making eye contact with the midnight haired man. You immediately looked away. Naturally.

Well if he didn’t have any questions, you sure did. You swallowed and turned back to face him, “Sir Kaeya, may I ask a question?”

He raised an eyebrow, and tilted his head, “go ahead.”

“That creature I ran into, are you familiar with it?” You suppressed a shudder at the memory - he noticed, probably, you didn’t do a good job of that if you were honest.

His expression was neutral as he regarded you, “yes,” he nodded, “that monster is known as an Abyss Mage.”

“I see.”

“There are different types that can use different elements,” he voluntarily supplied, to your surprise, “so you ought to be careful if you are adventuring.”

“Is there no way to negotiate with them?” You pressed.

“Perhaps there is,” Kaeya gestured languidly with an upturned palm leaning back in his seat, “they understand our language after all.”

“I see,” you thought back to the experience, “it just tried to kill me though, without talking to me.”

He laughed and sat up then, amusement twinkling in his eyes, “you attempted to negotiate with it?”

You started, indignated by his seeming-mockery. “I heard there’s a scholar in Mondstadt that is attempting to communicate with hilichurls, I thought perhaps I could attempt communication with that Abyss Mage!”

He laughed some more, obviously being entertained by you, much to your displeasure. However you weren’t sure how to voice your displeasure and settled for disengaged silence. It wasn't long after that when Sara placed your meals in front of you.

“The Fisherman’s Toast is on the house,” she smiled at you, “I couldn’t help but overhear what happened, and I don’t want you to feel unsafe every time you remember Mondstadt.”

You stared at the kind chef, who in the setting sunlight seemed to glow in an ethereal manner (or perhaps you were delirious after your nerves had been fried and not eating for the whole day). You opened and closed you mouth before your brain came back to you, “oh no I couldn’t possibly-”

“It’s fine, all I ask for in return is that you become a customer of mine!” She beamed at you.

“No but-” you tried, however…

“No buts! Once you’ve got an appetite, order something proper!” The cook grinned as she walked back to her stall.

You just stared after her, trying to figure out how to overcome this, you’d just denied Kaeya after all so you ought to-

“Why not just accept Sara’s hospitality?” The knight said as he took a bite of one of the skewers on his plate.

“No. But! Payment! Payment is due for services so that the business can continue,” you stammered out, “isn’t it because she provides such a kind service that I ought to pay her more?”

“Oh? Then why not just provide a generous tip to show your appreciation?”

You smiled at that, genuinely, “that’s a good idea, thank you!”

He chuckled as you slowly began to consume the soup, taking your time as you carefully listened to-well it was more like observed-the signals your stomach would send you. You’d had to sit back after forcing yourself through the first few spoonfuls.

Kaeya had raised an inquisitive brow when he observed you lean back in your seat, rather continue to eat. Out of habit-a bad habit, your mother would say-you preemptively provided him with an explanation: “I’m waiting for my stomach-appetite-uh…yeah.”

He nodded in understanding. You found waiting boring however, and you decided it was your turn to blatantly observe the man and see how much he liked being dissected. That didn’t last too long however; aside from being totally relaxed, a flicker of recognition passed over his face. That was curious, so you turned in your seat to look in the same direction as he was, your eyes flickered to the main gates, but didn’t see anything of note. What was he looking at?

When you turned back around he had a wry smile on his face. You heaved a sigh and slowly sipped a spoonful of soup. Of course, he’d used your observing him to his advantage. 

You found you could handle eating at a normal pace, and began to consistently go through your soup, pausing to nibble on the Fisherman’s Toast every once in a while.

“Sir Kaeya,” at the sound of his name he turned to you, at this point he’d finished eating his skewers and was simply keeping you company-which you appreciated if you were being honest, “I am looking into studying local herbs, and by extension herbal remedies, among other things to see if I can advance my knowledge.”

He regarded you as you tried to string your words together into a coherent inquiry, “so I was wondering if there were any resources here? Books? Medical professionals?”

He leaned back, gesturing behind him vaguely, “we have a library at the Knights of Favonius Headquarters,” his lip quirked up when you perked up noticeably, “I could escort you there.”

“I’d appreciate that greatly!” You smiled. “Thank you!”

“Of course,” he smiled easily, “you could also have a chat with Deaconess Barbara at the church as well. She’d be more than happy to discuss herbal remedies with you.”

You thanked the man again.

There was little drama when it came to paying for your meals. Little, because Kaeya did attempt to place you in his debt, however he failed. What he didn’t fail to do though was ruffle your feathers. The tall man looked plenty pleased with himself as he finally backed down. Sara also looked rather amused as well, and was absolutely beaming when you mentioned you’d be coming back to pick up food from her once you were done with the library. She was less amused when she realized how large your tip was though, but you’d made sure to put enough distance between you and her that she couldn’t return it.

With Sir Kaeya as your guide, you felt more at ease, taking in the sights of Mondstadt proper. It was a rather lovely city, with ivy growing on some of the buildings and- was that a crafting table?! Oh and it looked like there was an alchemist there too! You’d definitely be talking to him when you got the chance!

-_-

“This here is Miss Lisa, our librarian, feel free to ask her for help in the library,” Kaeya spoke as he placed a hand on your back and pushed you towards a lady dressed in rich purple garb.

“Kaeya, it’s past working hours,” said librarian complained as she looked up from the book she’d been reading. Upon spotting you, her eyes twinkled with something that resembled amusement, “oh? Who’s this cutie you’ve brought me?”

“A foreign apothecary looking to do some research on Mondstadt herbal remedies and medicine,” Kaeya grinned.

“Oh is that so?” She carefully closed her book and moved to stand up. “Right this way then.”

“Oh no! I wouldn’t want to be a bother, if you’re already closed-”

“We’re closed for Kaeya , the library is still open for you,” she chuckled, eyes crinkling, “you’re just going to have to be quick about it though cutie.”

The blue haired knight dismissed himself then, leaving with a huff and a, “make sure you return your books on time Miss Apothecary.”

With Kaeya’s familiar presence gone, you found your nerves renewed themselves. Especially in the presence of someone as regal and elegant as the librarian before you, and with a non-specific time limit. Nevertheless, Miss Lisa was really friendly, and very helpful. You quickly grabbed any books that seemed useful and hurried out so as to not keep her too long. 

It was completely dark now in Mondstadt, with the way the city was lit up, you’d think it was pretty. Y’know…if you hadn’t been attacked just outside it the other day. Either way, you hurried to Sara, talked to her a bit about what you felt like having, her giving you recommendations, and then you leaving with dinner and dessert.

-_-

You spent the next few weeks within the safe, homey walls of Mondstat proper. You’d slowly worked yourself outside of your room in the inn, and had become a relatively common sight in the Knights of Favonius library. When you weren’t in the library you could often be found at the Church of Favonius trying to talk to sister Barbara. Trying, because she was very popular. You’d considered leaving her be, you didn’t want to be a bother; however according to another sister there - Victoria was it?- Barbara seemed to be very happy to talk to you, which was why you persisted.

Barbara was too sweet for her own good, and very pleasantly odd. Her Chili drink was interesting, to say the least. The bright red of the drink reminded you of your savior, however you’d barely begin to formulate your inquiry when some member of her extensive fanclub would pop up, which usually led to a train of fans following. You’d tried waiting at a distance the first time, but realized it was a jolly waste of time and from then on made yourself scarce when her fanclub popped up.

Unless it was Albert. He was overly enthusiastic to the point of uncomfortable clinginess. You ought to brew up a laxative or something so that he’d be kept busy on his toilet at home, away from Barbara.

You were becoming increasingly acquainted with many different residents as a result of your stay. You talked to Sara about different ways to get the flavor out of different herbs and spices, as well as the commonly used local herbs-oh and if she knew about any of their benefits as well. She also gave you a couple of recipes after you and she would experiment with ideas together.

You were also becoming a regular for Miss Lisa’s tea time. It started with you picking up some snacks for her from Good Hunter and her offering you a cup of tea in return, and had progressed-actually no, it was still very much the same. If you were in the library during her tea time she’d send you out to get her snacks and then have tea with you. The only real difference was that you two talked more now. Well that and sometimes Lisa would manage to successfully rope the Acting Grandmaster into attending, which was how you met the fair Jean.

After meeting Jean, you started venturing out of Mondstadt a little, so as to collect some herbs to help brew something for the tired lady. Teas to help improve the quality of her sleep, others to boost her immune system, others to energize her or neutralize headaches.

You spent as little time as possible with the lady though. You didn’t want to get in the way of her work. Of course in doing so, you often forgot to ask her if she knew of a red-haired Pyro user. 

Oh you’d managed to ask Miss Lisa! Kind of. Not really… she had immediately become a bit of a gossip wondering if perhaps these could be the beginnings of a love story. You decided then not to ask her and leave it be.

Your constant presence in the knight’s headquarters (in the library) resulted in you also becoming more acquainted with Sir Kaeya. Turns out he was the cavalry captain . That explained why he seemed much more reliable than all the other knights you’d seen. It also explained his unnerving ability to draw information out of people.

He also had a penchant for drinking alcohol. Jean often commended him, and in the hopes of helping reduce her stress, you began digging through your research and books in hopes of finding ways to reduce or neutralize the damage the man did to his liver.

Most, if not all, the research generally suggested quitting and allowing your body to heal. These results were less than ideal to the blue haired captain.

You also had the pleasure of meeting the young “Spark Knight” Klee. Talking to her was hilariously more enlightening than talking to Timaeus the local alchemist. The little girl produced bombs that were highly effective against cryo. 

She was a generous little soul and when you promised not to use any of her bombs for evil she gave you a few, well, twelve if you’re to be exact. She made you promise to never ever ever hurt anyone with them or Jean would be mad. So you promised to never ever ever use them for anything that would hurt people. Armed with these deceptively cute little bombs, you felt much safer indeed. 

Of course she only gave them to you after you’d spent a whole week or so running around with her. You had wasted no time in providing her with a little notebook about helpful medical wildlife and how to use it. In fact that’s how the two of you kept busy. Of course you also went fish blasting in the lake, but you spent a lot of time foraging and at some point she explained a bit about how her bombs worked. It was fun overall, especially given that during the course of your time  together you’d added more notes as you learned more about Monstadt’s native flora. 

Anyway with these bombs you’d be ready to face those darned Abyss Mages if they ever showed their beaky faces-er masks? ever again! Or so you thought…

Or so you thought…

Yes. After finally overcoming your fears, and venturing out into the wilderness of Mondstadt to begin your field research: foraging and testing different combinations of herbs, you found yourself in yet another dangerous situation.

Isn’t that just lovely

Sir Kaeya had mentioned that different Abyss Mages used different elements. But he neglected to mention which elements. As it turns out, Pyro Abyss Mages existed. 

Isn’t that just great ? 

Perhaps that was just a given that Pyro Abyss Mages existed? After all, if a Cryo Mage exists it stands to reason that a Hydro Mage exists, or an Electro Mage, or even: a Pyro Mage. 

Yeah…

Yepp. It was totally a given that Pyro Abyss Mages existed. Just- urgh

Yet again, your attempt at negotiations had failed. They’d broken down before you’d even managed to start them.

All you wanted was to forage some weeds, make some medicine, and test them out. You didn’t pose a threat to these things-in fact you made sure to steer clear of them! You always made sure to avoid them. You still hadn’t used a single bomb that Klee had given you!

Yet here you were running for your life, again , and jostling your herbs in your pack again . To make matters even better , you had gotten knocked off your feet by a wild boar. A boar ! Of all things! And now, here you were, on your bum trying to figure out how to escape this mage that could set this whole woodland aflame and you with it.

“I’m clearly running away from you,” you mustered all your frustration to turn it into some kind of courage, “I ob-obviously mean you n-no harm!”

Sir Kaeya said they understood your language. That meant you could convince it to spare you peacefully right? When it let out a gleeful laugh and started dancing around behind its pyro shield you weren’t so sure anymore. Maybe they didn’t really understand you. Maybe that was just a theory.

Your lips pulled into a sardonic smile despite yourself.

Gosh wouldn’t it be so convenient if you had the ability to defend yourself in this situation?

In the moment you looked away to plan your escape you heard a blood curdling shriek. Turning back to the Abyss Mage you saw a thick, thorny, vine had torn through its shield, and then through the mage itself. You watched the creature disintegrate, dropping ley branches yet again.

You looked around, trying to spot who or what had killed the menace. All you saw were trees though. Just trees and bushes and more trees. You let out a quiet exhale, fearful another threat was nearby. When you inhaled again you learned how much the boar hurtling into you had affected you. 

It hurt to breathe.

Ah an injury to your chest. Excellent. Just what you needed while this far out from Mondstadt.

At least you were alive, you supposed. You pushed yourself up into a sitting position slowly, and that was when something seemingly slipped down your chest into your lap. Hold on-

Could it be?

You picked up the little green orb, pulling it up to your face to observe it. It had a dendro mark, and it was placed within a metallic frame resembling the one you often saw encasing visions back in your homeland.

Was that what this was? You turned it over in disbelief, brows furrowing. Was this yours

Wow…You had a vision now. You had… a vision…

You blinked twice. 

You had a vision? 

Again, you blinked at the sphere in confusion. Or was it disbelief? Truthfully you should have probably have been more excited. After all, you had a friend back home who made it very clear just how visionless you were before. Real insensitive sometimes, that guy.Anyway! This was a momentous event and not that many people got to experience it. However with all that had happened to you that day, you had to say your nerves were likely fried. All you really could think about was how tired you were beginning to feel, and how essential it was for you to find shelter as quickly as possible.

So you stood up and waded your way through the wood. Not too long after though, the clouds decided that now would be a perfectly good time to irrigate the land. Reminding you that finding shelter as quickly as possible would be an excellent idea. 

Yes, yes, find shelter as quickly as possible. What a nice goal to have. It was made easier by the sudden downpour. You would have preferred this downpour to have been present earlier when you were at the mercy of that Pyro Mage, but no matter. It was thanks to the harrowing ordeal that you now had a vision in your possession. 

You were thankful for the abundance of trees in your vicinity, and wasted little time running under one. You didn’t want your pack to get soaked after all. It was mostly water resistant, being leather and all, but still better safe than sorry?

Oh yeah, and it would be really inconvenient to get a cold now.

With that thought in mind, you dug through the pack in search of your umbrella. You’d read in some adventurer’s handbook that umbrellas were absolutely essential, and had purchased one for your travels. You didn’t find it inside your pack. That made sense! You usually had it attached to one of the straps on the sides-

Oh. 

There it was!

All burnt…

and charred…

But hey maybe it was still useful!

You forced it open. It had been severely, let’s say dent , during your, uh scuffle with that Abyss Mage. There were also massive gaping holes in the canopy.

You hadn’t even gotten your mora’s worth out of it yet!

You swallowed thickly, all the moisture in your throat evaporating with the heat of your emotions. Your next swallow was even more laborious, and breathing? Near excruciatingly painful. Thick, hot, salty blobs mixed in with the rain on your face as your emotions caught up with you. It was truly frustrating.

You hated that Abyss Mage. Your frustration possessed your arm,  aggressively slamming the umbrella into the ground. Wasn’t it great that you’d been the one to end that thing’s miserable existence?

You shuddered at the thought, bile rising up your throat. You were quick to force it back down. Your waterskin was unaffected from earlier, thankfully, and you guzzled your emotions down. Looking into the distance you saw a rather large building, its windows alight. Seems like that would have to be your shelter until the rain let up.

Well it was a rather large building, so perhaps it was an inn? It had a really nice garden surrounding it-no wait, just in front of it-as well. Though its location was rather strange: situated in what seemed to be the middle of the forest, with no other buildings nearby. 

Maybe it wasn’t an inn.

Maybe, maybe you should steer clear of this building. For all you knew, you were safer out here, under this tree. A cold gust swept through the forest, blowing some of the rain onto you.

Or perhaps you should take a risk and see if the residents don’t murder you.

Realistically speaking, if you did get sick, there was a chance of surviving and continuing to live. However, if you were to be murdered by the residents of that building over there, well…safe to say you would not continue to live.

Another gust of wind blew over the land, taking with it your already dwindling body heat. You shook away your thoughts. It wouldn’t do to assume the worst of people. Besides, you still had your Klee-bombs! Luckily they were waterproof! That’s what Klee had told you. Meaning even if they did get wet from you walking around in this rain, they’d still be useful.

Factoring that into your decision, it would be wisest to try your luck with that perhaps-inn. That way you could avoid getting sick at least. You were prepared for the worst…in a sense. You were just paranoid at this point. Risking death twice would do that to a person, you supposed.  

You picked up your destroyed umbrella from the ground - you knew better than to litter! Then taking a deep, albeit painful breath you sprinted (kind of) from under the cover of your tree to another one nearby.

Thus you continued your trek towards the maybe-inn, moving from tree to tree, to limit your exposure to the rain. Though in the last leg of your trek you were left without cover. You stood under the eave of the building, hesitating only a moment before you steeled your nerves and knocked on the door.

You waited a bit, but received no response. You chewed on your tongue a bit as another gust of wind blew against you. Your teeth were starting to chatter, and with a little more desperation you knocked on the door again.

This time the door swung open revealing a rather gentle looking young brunette. You blinked awkwardly at her - you hadn’t thought about what you were going to say.

“Uhm..” you started, your smile nothing short of sheepish.

“Oh dear, you must be freezing,” she spoke, reaching out and pulling you into the warm building, “here sit by the fire and I’ll fetch you some tea.”

“Oh, um, thank you,” you blinked, as she pushed you into a seat by the hearth.

You could hear her call for a towel and blanket before she zipped over to what you assumed was the kitchen. You simply sat in silence enjoying the warmth of the hearth. Well, as much as you could enjoy it. You fidgeted with your feet, bouncing your legs a bit, both from the cold and from the awkwardness. 

You made sure to properly thank the lady that brought you the towel and blanket and apologize for the inconvenience. She quickly dismissed your concerns and walked away to continue with whatever she’d been busy with prior to your arrival. That was when you noticed the uniform: a maid.

So perhaps this was an inn?

Thankfully the lady that let you in returned with a steaming mug of tea just in time for you to inquire after the nature of the place you were in, after you made sure to thank her for her hospitality, you had manners after all.

“Is this an inn?” You asked her as you hugged the mug she’d offered you close to your chest. The warmth seeped through your clothes and eased some of the soreness you felt after being run over earlier.

“Not at all,” she had an amused look on her face as she answered, “you’re currently at the Dawn Winery.”

“Oh,” you felt your eyes widen in surprise, “uhm, I’ll be going as soon as the rain lets up, I hope that won’t cause too much of an inconvenience,” your brain started working again, when you inhaled you tried not to let the pain show on your face, “or if I could purchase an umbrella from you all, I could get going right this instant.”

“Oh no no you’re no inconvenience at all,” the lady’s smile brightened, “I couldn’t possibly let you go back out into that storm in good conscience.”

“O-okay,” you shrunk on yourself, “I-I’m an apothecary, please let me know if you have any ailments and I’ll gladly help!”

She huffed a little laugh then, eyes twinkling with something borderline mischievous, “hmm, I’ll think I’ll take you up on that offer. Please don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything while you’re here.”

“T-thank you! Uhm Miss-”

“Adelinde.”

“Thank you Miss Adelinde,” you smiled, hoping your nerves didn’t show too clearly, before giving her your name in return.

She nodded at you in acknowledgement before walking away to continue with her own tasks. Left to your own devices, you slipped your shoes off to curl into the blanket. You wafted some of the steam from the tea, and upon confirming nothing smelled off, you took a sip.

Well, poison could be neutralized, all you could hope was that it wasn’t laced with something that would cause you to lose consciousness.

Could you stop with the negative thoughts?

You shifted the blanket around to re-expose the parts of your outfit that were wet from the rain to the fire. You bit down on your lip. Moving around still hurt - you absolutely would be returning to Mondstadt proper the moment this rain lets up. Though you needed your clothes to be dry for when you went back out into the wild. You took another sip of the tea, enjoying the way it warmed you up and continued to stare blankly at the fire.

Speaking of fire, with some difficulty you reached into your pack and pulled out your new treasure. Holding it in your palm you simply stared at it blankly. You would need to learn how to use it. Perhaps when you head back to Mondstadt you could ask Miss Lisa. She was rather knowledgeable after all.

You were deep in your head when the sound of the door busting open had you jumping. Whipping your head towards the source of the noise a rather fierce, rather familiar shade of red blazed at you.

The same red that had rescued you from your first encounter with an Abyss Mage all those weeks ago.

[writerpey]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request caregiver!Joel x reader headcanons from the last of us? Please ignore if your requests are closed and I didn't see it. Anyways have a great day💜💜💜

of course! I’m assuming u mean the show but feel free to think of video game joel as well! he was literally my first fictional father figure so I hope I do him justice 💜

Caregiver!Joel Miller Headcanons

It may be obvious, but Joel is an extremely protective caregiver. Be ready for a lot of warnings and “be careful’s!” from anything about how fast you’re running down the sidewalk to how hot your food is when he sets it in front of you.

There was one time where you tripped and scraped your knee, dissolving into tears on the sidewalk. It was of to no surprise to Joel, but he would never let out nor even think of saying “I told you so” when you were distraught. Instead, he was quick to scoop you up into his arms, low voice rumbling in his chest as he soothed your scrape with gentle words. “I got you, sweetheart. You’re okay.”

Naturally a loving father figure, he’s amazing at making sure that you’re cared for not only physically, but also emotionally. Little you mentioned how much you love boxed max n cheese? He’s keeping every single box he lays his eyes on and making it for you when you’re having a difficult day or are feeling especially small.

Or if you’re too little to do the buttons on your shirt up yourself he’ll be more than happy to help you, tapping you under on the chin when he gets to the top button just to see your smile and hear you giggle.

He loves to take you to do outdoorsy things, even if it’s not your most favourite thing to do in the world. But he finds a way to make it fun for both you and him! If he wants to go fishing, he’s putting a bucket hat on your head and lathering your face in sunscreen before handing you a little basket that you can go collect rocks in!

Queue you tugging on his flannel shirt to show him the prettiest rock you found and Joel reeling in his fishing rod just to straighten your hat and admire your collection.

Joel also loves to have movie nights with you when you’re regressed. He lets you pick the movie and snacks of course, because let’s be honest, he’s a little bit of a pushover. Disney? Pixar? Anything opposite or in between? Joel will manage to find it for you and let you curl up in his lap and lay your head on his chest with a big bowl of popcorn.

He’ll also softly sing along to his favourite songs if you’re watching a musical of any sorts.

This also leads to special lullabies from Joel that no one knows about aside from you. He’ll tuck you in bed with your blankets under your chin, and will sit on the edge of your bed to strum away at his guitar. Some nights just a gentle tune on his guitar will put you to sleep, where other nights it’s the low timbre of his singing voice that soothes you.

When you’re little you even beg him to put on concerts for you and your stuffed animals. “But Daddy- y-you said y’wanted to be a singer!” He groans but always ends up giving in to your pleading. You’re his baby, after all.

Overall, Joel is a spectacular caregiver who always tends to your needs and sees you as his precious little one. <3

[cowboybrunch]

writerly questionnaire tag!!!

finally getting around to this, thanks a million @the-golden-comet (here) @harmonic-melodii (here) and @fortunatetragedy (here) <3

About You

When did you start writing?

as soon as i could hold a pen. i have notebooks FULL of little me's stories (i keep everything ive ever written. for nostalgia.) it was mostly silly escapism for a lonely child but now it's sweet to look at and giggle. from when i was maybe eight? nine?: "Pain and fear, like a perfect recipe. Pain and fear, milk and eggs"

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

mmm probably. when i say ill read anything, i mean ill read ANYTHING. i dont think ill ever write a hockey romance but im down to clown

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?

poetry-wise Bhanu Kapil has been a massive inspiration for me. also Kaveh Akbar and Ariana Reines (Mercury sits in a place of honor on my bookshelf). for novels? i feel like i emulate whatever i last read. Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver did horrible (affectionate) things to the way i write

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? (Room, coffee shop, desk, etc.)

my office! my favorite place in the world!! cozy lights (that double as gamer lights), diet coke can graveyard, comfy office chair big enough for me to sit in a way that absolutely destroys my posture. sticky notes everywhere (a fun challenge! can i read my own handwriting?) AND!! i have an audience

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

reading something else, talking to someone about whatever im stuck on, setting a timer and just dumping everything in my brain (something in there HAS to be worth pursuing)

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

HA!

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

overbearing parental figures that believe they're acting in the best interest of their kid... surprising when i realized that it's in almost everything i write characters that are good at heart but commit atrocities due to their circumstances... less surprising oh! and death. i write a lot about death (someone pointed this out recently and i was like huh. you right)

Your Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)

Missy and Theodore staring at each other like

sorry! Theodore is my favorite!! he got here first!!!! he's my precious loser baby boy who HAPPENS to be the heir of death but he's trying his best! he's pathetic!! he's doomed!! but he means well! he doesn't want anyone to die alone! he wants to be good! he wants to be good soooo bad!! he hates rivers but loves the ocean!! he lies to everyone, including himself! he's simultaneously full of self-loathing and self-righteousness!! AND... he's bisexual!!

Which of your characters do you think you’d be friends with in real life?

i would kick it with Robbie for SURE. snarky little smarty pants that can't sit still for more than five minutes, we'd be peas

Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

*looks around nervously* ... Marcella (BOO!! TOMATO!!) im sensitive and she would be mean to me!! i feel like we'd warm up to each other eventually but not before she made me cry

Tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters.

they just kinda... show up. and reveal more about themselves as i write them

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

ougffff. lots of anger in these parts. most of my characters are angry, esp the women. as they should be

How do you picture them? (As real people you imagined, as models/actors who exist in real life, as imaginary artwork, as artwork you made or commissioned, anime style, etc.)

depends on the character! for main guys, they get listed descriptions but i cant picture them in my head (thank you picrew). but others? they're like. blurry shadows moving through the story (do NOT ask me what Uriel looks like! i DONT KNOW!)

Your Writing

What’s your reason for writing?

words in brain make story in head. need story out of head so i can focus on literally anything else no but seriously. that quote that's like "the only thing worse than writing is not writing." it's like. a maintenance activity. if im feeling especially wound up it's probably because i havent written anything lately

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

if you leave me ANY comment i am kissy you on the forehead. just knowing that someone read it let alone enjoyed it... waoh

How do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question.)

i am... trying very hard not to fall into self-deprecation here. i think there are things that i do well and things that i can improve on, but even if i write something and think it's "bad" i can still learn from it. all practice is good practice!!! (said through gritted teeth)

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

yea! i would find comfort in it i think, same way i do now. have my little characters for company

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

i am my own target audience. i am the conductor of the self-indulgence train but there's room aplenty if you wanna hop on

tag! @illarian-rambling @writingrosesonneptune @sarandipitywrites @mrbexwrites @mysticstarlightduck and a wide open tag if you havent done this yet. gimme a peek into your brain!!!

[cricket-reader]

Helpless

Masterlist | A03 | Wattpad | Recommendations | Inbox

Summary: you and Peter get kidnapped. You take the punishment for him, and Peter is heartbroken

Warnings: language, torture, kidnapping

Word Count: 890

Prompt: “I can handle it.” | Kidnapping | Fracture | Struggle

A/N: Day 3 of June of Doom by @juneofdoom

The night was dark as you and Peter Parker walked down the dimly lit streets of New York City. You had just gotten done seeing a movie at a movie theatre and were both giggling your way home. Little did you both know that danger lurked just around the corner.

A van screeched to a halt beside you and Peter. Before you guys could react, masked figures jumped out, grabbing you forcefully. Your head got banged on the van as they tried to push you in.

"Help! Let us go! Help!" you shouted, struggling against your captors. But your efforts were in vain as a cloth was placed over your mouth, causing you to lose consciousness.

When you regained consciousness, you found yourself in a dimly lit room, your hands bound together with cold metal cuffs. The throbbing pain in your head reminded you of the force with which you had been struck. Panic and fear flooded your senses as you surveyed your surroundings.

Across the room, you noticed your boyfriend, also bound and unconscious, slumped against a wall. Relief washed over you, knowing he was still alive and unmarked by blood or bruises. You watched Peter groggily regain consciousness.

"Peter, are you okay?" you whispered, concern lacing your voice.

"I'm... I'm fine," he replied weakly, his voice strained.

The captors, dressed in black attire, masks and all, entered the room. One of them sneered, relishing the power they held over their captives.

As the captor approached, his sadistic intentions evident, you summoned all your courage and locked eyes with him.

"Leave him alone," you hissed, your voice trembling but filled with unwavering determination.

The captor's laughter filled the room, mocking your defiance. "Oh, how valiant of you, my dear. But your words mean nothing to me."

He motioned to his henchmen, who closed in on Peter. Panic surged within you, and with a surge of adrenaline, you fought against your restraints. You couldn’t let your boyfriend get hurt.

“Please, do anything you want! Just leave him alone!” you cried out. In hindsight, those probably weren’t the best words to use in a room full of men, but you weren’t thinking straight and were desperate.

“Anything?” he smirked, slowly twisting around to look you up and down. Peter must have caught onto what he was implying before your jumbled mind could.

“No! Don’t you dare! I swear if you lay a hand on her I’ll—” Peter yelled, thrashing in his restraints. He’d rather die than let them have you. You, his precious girlfriend that didn’t deserve any of this.

“Shut him up! Make sure he doesn’t look away.” The captor turns to Peter, addressing him. “This is what you get for meddling with things you don’t understand.”

Peter’s eyes went wide as a resounding smack sounded in the room. Tears pooled in his eyes as he heard your shocked whimper. He struggled some more to no avail. He was helpless. He had to watch his girlfriend, the love of his life, get tortured. “It’s okay, Peter. I can handle it,” you all but whispered. Just loud enough that you knew he’d be able to hear it.

He felt like an absolute failure as he watched the men put their hands on you.

Your cries were drowned out by Peter's screams as he watched you get beaten. Hot, crimson liquid seeped from your wounds. You kept trying to break free, but you were losing strength. His heart sank even deeper at the thought of the possibility that you wouldn’t make it out alive. It hurt him.

Peter wasn’t the one getting tortured—so why did it feel like someone had stabbed him in the heart, twisting it violently? And why did it feel like his guts had been torn to shreds?

Peter wasn’t the type to murder. He never wanted to ever kill someone. That being said, seeing those hands on you made him think things he had never thought before.

One evening, while the captors were away, Peter finally managed to loosen his restraints. His wrists might have had deep cuts on them, but it was worth it for you. Anything for you. Peter quickly freed you, your weakened body struggling to stand.

"Sweetheart, we need to find a way out of here," Peter whispered, his voice filled with both determination and concern.

Hand in hand, you both silently navigated the dimly lit corridors, evading the patrolling guards.

Together you found the nearest town. Tony had flown personally to retrieve you both. You both received the best medical attention money could buy. Not wanting to be separated, you both managed to get Mr. Stark to put your beds in the same room in the med bay. Your connection was more than just friendship—it was an unbreakable bond, woven with trust and a shared purpose.

Peter had apologised until his face turned blue, having been able to get out of the hospital bed sooner than you—having endured a fracture, multiple abrasions, bruises like no other, and the list didn’t stop there.

He hated the fact that they hurt you to get to him. It was eating at him.

Nevertheless, you continuously reassured him that you didn’t blame him. That he did all he could and that was enough for you. As long as you both were safe and sound, you were happy.

[mel-0n-earth]

BG3 February Writing Challenge: Day 3

Day Three (SFW): First encounter with their love interest (LI)

Link to the original prompt list

[Again, I'm using this writing challenge as an excuse to develop some ideas I had for a Kar'niss x Tav fic. I wrote a bit about my OC Tav in my fills for Day One and Day Two.]

Shadows crawled and swirled and gripped and strangled like so many vines in a gossamer jungle of night. Yes, as did sun bring forth seed from soil, so did shadow draw the Lady’s deeds into fruition. Yet Kar’niss could not thrive in such darkness as did his Lady, no. No, no, no—it was his Majesty’s light that guided him through throngs of gloom and rot to seek out followers anew, to lead the acolytes to her temple atop the moonlit tower. He would do as she asked, for as long as she asked. What more had he than her voice like molten gold in his fractured mind?

She spoke to him now—whispers crawling like spiderlings, or more aptly, wriggling like a worm. Lead, it said. Lead them to the tower. And pleased he was to appease his Mistress.

Then a shadow, a flicker in a corner, leaving a trace like the smoking wick of a snuffed candle. Something was here, waiting, watching. For whom? Or what, for that matter?

The Lady bristled.

“’Ere, web arse, something moved up there,” the goblin said, voice crunching like tiny bones. “Want me to drag it out?”

A glimmer, a flash in his mind, like branches of lightning connecting in the sky and driving earthward in a shower of spark and dirt. Then, a figure where shadow once was, a sole figure standing defiant amidst the gloom—no, no, not any soul. True soul.  

Such a strange sight to decipher in the dark—neither male nor female, drow but not drow. Such an oddity would be lost in the rank and file of Menzoberranzan, swallowed in the limen of their placelessness. A rancid giggle escaped his throat, cackling, keening.

“Such a strange servant you have chosen, my Queen. Yet even drow have folded in your dark. How have they survived? Where is their lantern?”

A raised brow, a downturned mouth, reading, measuring, deciding. And yet, unafraid. Strange to see, so very strange.

“The Absolute guided me here,” they declared (such assurance to their voice—warm, regal even. Even if Kar’niss could not decipher their place in the grand design, yet it seemed this one knew it well, wore it like a mantle). “She said I was to take yours.”

Oh, how his mind spun with that. Loyal he had remained, yet loyalty hardly bore the same weight as survival—such a word, survival, the Underdark had brought him to loathe it.

Survival—he’d said once before, in another life. One loses something when their existence is reduced to such a trite notion. Why survive when I could live?

FOOL, fool he was. The spider bitch had not liked that—no, not at all. Blessed was he to stumble into his Majesty’s light. Better off he was crawling on eight legs on the surface than on all fours before the noble Houses of Menzoberranzan.

Yet her voice was silent now. Surely, if she objected, his Lady would say so? Was he to take her silence as acceptance? A confirmation of truth? It seemed so…

“Very well. If it is your will, they can have it.”

A glint in violet eyes, pale and glowing in the dark, like quartz in dark stone, a precious thing born of the very earth. Once, he might’ve written a song about such a lovely thing, plucked it from the vestiges of his long-shattered lyre—no more. That fool was long dead, back bowed and broken to beastly form. Only the servant remained.

“Good,” their voice came once more (no, not a mantle—more a sovereign’s ring, to be honored with a gentle hand, a touch of lips, a gesture of gratitude for having briefly brushed with such splendor). “You may go now.”

A pit formed in his stomach, large and cavernous.

“Go?!” the goblin screeched. “Whatcha mean go?”

“We can’t go without you,” the orc pleaded. “The shadows would tear us to pieces!”

Kar’niss hesitated—only for a moment. Then, a snarl, a drawing of brows, anger brewed with confusion to boil in his belly. “This is not her Majesty’s will,” he hissed, all seven eyes burning in his skull-cage.

The not-drow’s eyes narrowed, striking him like a holy beacon in the dark. “The Absolute wants you to go,” they hissed, serpent-like, deadly and exquisite in equal measure. “Now.”

The voice did not sound as his Lady’s did, yet it struck a similar chord in his fractured mind—reason in the madness, harmony among the discord, beauty amidst ugliness. He would bow to it. He would obey.

“If it is her majesty’s will—”

“You can’t be serious!” the brute fool of an orc shouted. “You know what’s out there!”

Righteous anger blazed through him, devouring sense in its wake. The words fell sharp from his tongue, like daggers buried in a corpse. Did they not see? They were under their Lady’s scrutiny. This was a test—one he did not plan to fail, for he had already suffered the full extent of his failures. “If it is her majesty’s will,” he seethed, throat bubbling with delirium, “Then we. Shall. WALK!”—

--a blinking of many eyes, their fragile figures kaleidoscopic in his vision, copies upon copies of doomed and daunted faces regarding him with disbelief. Yet he would not be swayed. They had spoken—his Majesty had spoken—

“She will protect us,” he said, voice wrapping around his own fear like a child’s blanket. “She must.”

He cast aside his Lady’s light, and crawled stumbling into the choking dark.

As the shadows slit him open, boring their tendrils into the last dredges of his sanity, he felt life slip from between his clawed and blackened fingers. Close, so close was he to his death, his salvation. It would all be over soon, the Lady’s shadows would consume his disgraced form, and silence would settle over the scattered fragments of his mind.

But it seems he would be granted no such mercy. Instead, a voice came to him, slithering and familiar.

I’m not done with you yet, my pet, the Spider Queen crooned from out the Demonweb. It would be far more fun to see how thoroughly they might break you.

Kar’niss’s eyes went wide, and a scream tore his throat as the shadows dissipated and his body began the process of slowly, agonizingly, knitting itself back together.

The fool’s journey, it seemed, had only just begun.

[14-ds]

“The Objective of the Mission” Act I

Before you read this was supposed to be Part 3 to this whole series, but I still don't know what to do with Part 2, so think of this as a somewhat Part 2 I guess! Also, Papercut and Shivrye shippers...I don't really think you're gonna like what comes near the end. 😬 Jokes aside, enjoy!

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The masked figures we’ve seen in Part 1 arrive at their destination after hopping into a portal themselves. A closer look at the masked figures, and it’s seen that they are the famous idols representatives of the Splatlands, Shiver, an octoling, Frye, an inkling, and BIg Man, a manta ray, together better known as Deep Cut. They simply see being idols as a day job and view banditing as their true passion. 

Shiver removes her mask and smirks. “Well, well… why don’t we see what precious treasures this world has, hm?”

“Ay… Ay? (I’m still not too sure about this… How’ll we get back home?)” Big Man asks, still unsure about Shiver’s whole plan.

“Don’t think about that now, Big Man.. Besides, how could we know that there’s a whole bunch of loot in other worlds waiting to be stolen by us and NOT enter one!?” Frye eagerly chimes in.

Shiver laughs at the side antics of her friends. She then notices that they’re in a city with…humans? “Wait… What did we learn about humans in history class?”

Frye lazily chimes in; “That they did a whole bunch of historic junk or something before they went extinct. Why?”

“...This world is full of them.”

“Seriously? For Eel!?” Frye turns around and sees the city. So many humans…it looked like a fantasy to Deep Cut.

“Ay!! Ay! (Wow! So many humans! We have to talk with them!)”,Big Man excitedly remarks.

Shiver sighs. “Slow down, Big Man. We didn’t come to interact. We came to bandit, and that’s exactly what we’re gonna do. Now where should we start?...”

“Ay.. (Alright..)” Big Man looks for a place with Shiver until he notices something. “Ay? (By the way, where’s Frye?)”

“Hm?” Shiver looks around for Frye and quickly spots her. “Oh. She’s stealing the tires off some guy’s car.”

Frye giggles as she mischievously removes all the tires off some guy’s car while the said random guy just arrived once she was finished. “Ah! My car!”

She eagerly runs back and puts the tires in a bag. “Heh! These humans are dumber than they look! See how easy I did that?” 

Shiver sighs in annoyance. “Yes, but what good are car tires? We can’t even drive!” She continues to look around until she sees an apartment building. “Look at that building…Unguarded…Unattended…We can loot it so easily!

“Huh?” Frye also looked at where Shiver was looking. “Yeah! We can pick the locks and steal their stuff!”

“Ay? Ay- (But apartments are other people’s homes! Banditing from other places is okay, but people’s homes? We can’t just-)”

“Oh, but we can! Don’t worry. We’ll just hit up a random apartment and get what we want.”, Shiver says while cutting off Big Man’s words and trying to reassure him.

“Yeah!! Deep Cut now has their first banditing spot in a new world!” Frye rushes towards the apartment building as Shiver follows her.

Meanwhile, Big Man does follow them while muttering to himself. “Ay… (I wish those two would at least try to control themselves when it comes to banditing…)

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In one of the apartments of the building, specifically Apartment 3A,  a sentient pair of scissors was watching a show about people getting bulldozed while his friend, a sentient piece of paper, was scolding him.

“SCISSORS! I told you to take out the trash!”, Paper furiously yelled out.

Scissors continued to watch TV, ignoring Paper’s yelling. “What’re you freaking out about? I told you I’ll get to it.”

Paper grumbled in annoyance. “Every time you say that you don’t even get to it!”

Scissors turned his attention towards Paper. “Come on, I’m sure it’s not THAT bad.”

…Paper points at the trash can which was overflowing with garbage.

“..Well, if you know I won’t do it, why don’t YOU do it?”

“Because it’s YOUR chore, and I shouldn't be responsible for it!”

Scissors smirked at Paper's words, “Remember when the apartment turned into a trash kingdom? Do you WANT that to happen again?”

Paper, still being annoyed, responds to Scissors. “No, I don't, but you have to learn to take up your own responsibilities.”

“...But you know I won't.” Scissors goes back to watching TV.

“...Fine, I'll do it myself..”,  Paper grumbled as he picked up the trash and went to take it out.

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Outside of the 3A apartment door, Deep Cut prepared to pick the lock and take all that they can. 

Shiver smirks, “Alright, you two. Ready to do this?”

Frye eagerly hops around. “Booyah! Let's do this!!”

Big Man hesitantly responds. “Ay.. (I guess so..)

“Okay, so after I pick this lock, we'll go in…” Shiver prepares to pick the lock until the door suddenly opens.

Paper begins to walk out of the apartment, muttering to himself while getting ready to take out the trash. “Stupid Scissors…why do I have to do everything around here?” He then noticed Deep Cut. “...Who're you guys?”

Shiver blanked out. She didn't expect anyone to be in the apartment. “Uhhhh….. We're…..” 

Frye quickly chimes in. “Neighbors! Yeah, new neighbors! We're totally not bandits from another world who wanna take your stuff!” Frye didn’t expect anyone to be in the apartment either.

Shiver hesitantly plays along with Frye's lie. “Uh, yes! We'd love to look around your apartment and steal your things- I mean look at what a lovely home you have!”

“...You’re bandits, aren’t you?”

Shiver now looked dumbfounded and irritated. “What?? How’d you know!?”

Big Man sighed. “Ay.. (Well, you two weren’t being very secretive with what we’re here for..)”

Frye only got more confident of the situation. “Oh well. We sure didn’t expect anyone to be in there, but It’s not like he can stop us himself!”

Paper just stood there, unfazed at Frye’s cockiness. “I can call the cops.”

“I didn’t say anything about cops!”

Scissors hears what's going on outside and goes up to everyone else. He turns to  Paper to try to see what’s happening. “So… We’re getting robbed?”

Frye got enraged at Scissors’ appearance. “ANOTHER ONE!?”

“AY?! Ay.. (SERIOUSLY!? You know what? You two can handle this yourselves..)”, Big Man says while leaving.

Shiver only sighed in rage. “Actually, I’m with Big Man. We should rob someplace else-”

“NO!! We’re staying here, and there’s nothing these little…objects can do to stop us!” Frye says while tossing her mask aside, revealing a mischievous smile.

Scissors responds to Frye’s mischievous attitude with a cocky demeanor of his own. “Oh yeah? Well, there’s no way in hell that’s happening! Right, Paper?”

He turned to his Paper, who now seems to be fixated, or at the very least…attracted to Frye’s face. Her golden eyes.. Her perfect smile.. Her flowing hair.. Yeah, he seemed REALLY attracted.

Frye snickers at his expression “Oh? Well it looks like Paper’s got nothin’ to say!”

“...I love you.”

“..What?”

Paper then realized what he just said. “UH, I SAID…I’ll still call the cops!!”

Shiver sees what’s happening now. She thought of an excellent idea to handle the situation. “Hm.. You won’t. Tell you what. We’ll stay here with you both and maybe not steal your things in the process~..” Shiver noticed Paper’s new little crush on Frye, and she was more than willing to exploit it as much as she could. She made the latter turn and face Frye. “Of course… I bet that you won’t have a problem with that, will you?”

Frye just seemed skeptical of him. “...You don’t even know me, and you say you love me.” ..She bursts out in a fit of laughter. “Oh, cod, that’s hilarious!!”

This made Paper feel more embarrassed of his previous actions. “Well…If anything I was referring to the other girl..!”

Scissors even joins Frye in laughing at Paper’s actions. “Yeah! What a dork, huh?”

Paper growls at Scissors. “You shut up!”

Frye finally calms down from her laughing fit. “Hahah.. Whatever, I’ll stay!” She and Shiver walk into the apartment without hesitation.

Scissors is still snickering at the past ordeal “Okay, smart guy. How do you plan on winning that girl’s heart? You gonna say you were some dead history guy?”

Paper grumbles. “No..well..I’ll think of something!...”

Scissors laughed again. “Like what? Saying that you're a bandit just like her?”

Paper then got what he thought was a brilliant idea.  “...That’s it!”

TO BE CONTINUED

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Well, that was Part 2-ish of whatever this is! What I wanted to add couldn't actually fit into one big part so that's why I'm making an Act II to this! and I know what you're thinking after reading this; "Was this chapter created to express your obscure crossover ship?" ...Maybe. Also I didn't make Big Man leave during the chapter and cut Rock out entirely for nothing. They're gonna be more present in Act II.

[lumalilies]

eulogy for a lost home

our landlord gave us 30 days notice today. it could be far, far, worse and we're privileged that right now, it's not a danger scenario. we have what we need to make it and more, and i am very grateful for that. (fuck landlords, though)

but losing a home is hard. our mind dips into derealization and depersonalization a lot. the sights and sounds that stay constant around us help us ground ourselves. our nest is important to us, we like to keep the twigs we know nearby. they help us make a home out of the world we live in now.

i have to say goodbye to this place. and it's public cause that's just kinda how we are.

to the very first home we had away from the shadow we had for so long to live beneath: it was on this couch that we first learned to comfort each other when we woke up from nightmares. we learned to say "i'm right here. you're safe now. don't you worry babydoll i got you. it's gonna be okay." we learned to clutch our stuffies and put up them to our face to feel something softer than our memories had left us with. it was in this place that so many artists of ours came out to sing. we read our first stories out loud to each other at that coffee table. so many beautiful pieces that we hang from the walls. we decorated the light fixtures above us so our babes could have something colorful and calming to look at in scary times. so much creativity and color and beauty resting in their precious hearts and minds. a safe room for us to dance around in.

it was in this place we transitioned. something so many of us wanted to try. we called it "going the way of the flowers" - for those of us who imagined us differently to try on new clothes, makeup, glances in the mirror. it was always a comprise that we had a hard time navigating, it's still something we're figuring out, but it changed our life forever. in this place, for the first time, we were free to try.

it was in that room that we were there for each other in the hardest times when it was all unfamiliar and new. acting out funerals and scenes of grief for the time and love we had lost. when we lit our candle every night and held each others' hands in quiet darkness. when we punched our pillows and billowed out our anger. crawling around on the carpet like tigers and kitties and wolf monsters snarling our fury and howling our sorrows and cozying up against the bed to rest their weary bones. when our rabbit hopped around and giggled with glee. our dwellers and deepest friends and family bringing their lifetimes and memories and the beautiful, unique way they saw the world to our eyes and our muscles and our heart for the very, very first time. it was here we learned to say "i love you" to each other. to hold each others' hands. to sit side by side. to kiss each others' paws and foreheads. to let our hearts out to each other (in a gay way) < thank you

it was in this place that we first saw each other. that we chose our name lumalilies, to commemorate the community of hearts and lights that had kept us safe and cared for for so so long out of sight. trivia bonus - it used to be "stardrops" (which was pretty damn rad if I do say so myself)

spoilers for i'm in love with the villainess (book 3). when may and aleah have to leave their home, they cry and cry into the comfort of their mommas' arms (much as we have been today). rae and claire let them act out a promise to help them process the grief of losing everything familiar. as they leave the house, they all turn back and wave together, shouting "be back soon!" as their home left on its own journey into the horizon.

i can't do that with my babes. we won't be back here soon. that really tears me up to be honest. these kind of changes are very very hard on us. i haven't found what i'd like to say yet. we need some time to think about it. maybe just. "to the home we'll find again." "to the past we left behind, that it will always stay in the past." "to where we go next."