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A Tall Manager -

Some teams and how they would be with a tall (betwen 175 to 180cm) beautiful manager.

The teams include: Karasuno, Aoba Johsai/Seijoh, Shiratorizawa and Fukurodani.

Note: This is another random idea i had and had a beautiful, amazing friend choose the teams for me :)) this was written at 3am and its rushed, I'm sorry.

Might have some grammatical mistakes or mispellings, sorry for those- LONG POST!

Pronouns: You, implied as female.

Karasuno (Height: 177cm) -

You're a 1st year, in Class 5.

Which also means you share a class with the one and only, Yachi Hitoka.

You both first talk was due to a project you two needed to do together and she was utterly scared about your height.

But you quickly surprised her with a friendly nature, almost like an older sister. Yachi grew close to you rather fast.

So it was no surprise when she asked you to come with her to the school gym, after class.

"Hum? Why, are you going to train for something?"

"NO, I TOLD A BEAUTY THAT I WOULD JOIN HER CLUB ACCIDENTALLY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, PLEASE (Y/N)!"

"A beauty? what..."

Despite that, you decided to follow her anyways.

Arriving at the gym, it was clear both you and Yachi gained the attention of almost all boys in the gym, which was somewhat understandable, since we have this 149cm cute girl and 177cm pretty girl.

Kiyoko was the first to walk towards you both, greeting Yachi before going to you with a friendly welcoming and asking if you were to join as a third manager. Now you understand how Yachi couldn't say no.

Daichi, Suga and Asahi were the next to introduce. They all were really sweet to you, although Suga were jokingly disappointed at you being taller than him while being a 1st year, which made you laugh a bit.

Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita were the next ones, all also very kind, but in a more quieter way. Kinoshite also joked a bit, asking what you did to get so tall, since you were taller than him. His only answer was a slap at the back of his head by Ennoshita.

Nishinoya and Tanaka, were... something else. When you first introduced yourself, they were both dead silent, almost as stones statues, that also scared the other 2nd years, before tears appeared in their eyes. They were just happy of having 3 different managers. You could also hear Tanaka commenting something about "School's Beauty" and "Nekoma", but you weren't too sure.

Hinata and Yamaguchi were both stunned by you, a small blush in their faces while you looked at both of them with a bright smile. Hinata started jumping up and down, greeting you and commenting about your height in a non-malicious way, to which you tried to answer truthfully. As for Yamaguchi, he let out a small compliment, shocking himself, but your only response was a compliment about his freckles.

Tsukishima and Kageyama were... Indifferent. Of course, Kageyama was surprised about your height for some time since you were almost his height, but it quickly drew away. Tsukishima knew about you, since you were in a College Prep Class as well, so he somewhat respected you, but he really didn't care about your height or anything.

After that day, you were now officially a Manager for the Crows. And, even though you were almost the same height or taller than most of them, they were still protective of you, just like they were towards the other 2 managers.

But, to be honest, you wouldn't have it any other way.

Aoba Johsai/Seijoh (Height: 179cm) -

You were a 2nd Year, in Class 6.

You sit right beside the sweet Libero for the Volleyball Team, Shinji Watari.

He was pretty surprised about your height, he wasn't short in anyway, being 171cm, but he could feel shorter beside your 179cm self.

You both were "seatmates" since the first day of 2nd year, and just clicked as friends.

After the volleyball team's practice match against Karasuno, Shinji constantly heard his captain commenting something about Karasuno's Manager and Seijoh's Lack of one.

So, one day, while both of you were quietly eating during lunch, he asked you the infamous question;

"(Y/N)-chan, do you have a club yet?"

"Hum? No, my last club was full this time."

"Would you like to join our club as a manager?"

To say you were surprised was an understatement, but you still agreed about it.

After school, you found yourself a bit nervous, you knew their volleyball team was strong and a powerhouse, so a small wave of anxiety filled you but Shinji was quick to calm down your nerves.

Arriving at the Gym, you took quick notice or the spacious place and all the players around, who seemed to be doing their own things.

The coaches already knew why you were there for, so he called out all of his team players, who were quick to notice the pretty girl standing besides their Libero.

The Third Years all had different reactions, and it kinda shocked you: Oikawa was the first one, greeting you with a sweet smile and also a wink, that took you by surprise, but a ball on his head was enough to make him drop the "flirtatious boy" act. Iwaizumi was the next one, the one who gave you a proper welcoming, glaring down at his captain. Matsukawa and Hanamaki, however, instead of introducing themselves first, their first reaction was compare you and the Ace height, while holding a bit of laugh, this making Iwaizumi angry and you a bit surprised.

Yahaba was another one who tried to flirt, but just looking at your sweet smile was enough to make the boy weak and stutter a bit before recovering his posture.

Kyotani completely ignored you, at first, but was forced by a certain Setter (read: Yahaba) to be kind and introduce himself. However, instead of the introduction, his first reaction was to ask how did you get this tall, boy was genuinely curious. Also, you were 0.2cm taller than him, he was insistent to know the "truth".

The First Year also had unique reactions: While Kindaichi was bit red on his face while staring at you, Kunimi were just staring uninterested and kinda tired from all his training, that didn't stop him from being kind to you when you first introduced yourself.

Needless to say, they all accepted you pretty fast as they first manager. Iwaizumi was quick to teach you how to throw a ball at your captain's head. Matsukawa and Hanamaki were also quick to put you in their group chat, where they would post random memes.

Now its a routine for you, Shinji and the other two 2nd years to have lunch together.

Also, the next time Seijoh went against Karasuno, Oikawa was fast to brag about you, as their manager, to his precious kouhai, who was utterly confused about the situation.

Shiratorizawa (Height: 175cm) -

You were a 2nd year, in class 5.

Now this one is a bit different, you and Taichi were close friends before High School, meeting each other in middle school and it kinda just clicked as best friends.

This one, instead of Taichi calling you, you were the one to initiate the conversation. The main problem was the coach, who highly believed you would be a distraction for the boys.

It took some while to convince the coach, to even have the thought of giving you a chance, but seeing how some of them were alreayd distracting themselves with filling bottles and other stuff, instead of training was enough to make him agree.

So, one day, after school you found yourself standing on the doors, staring a bit dreamily around the gym and noticing the team players.

Look, you aren't short in the slightest, but being around this team makes you feel tiny. Their shortest members are around 174cm, for god's sake.

Taichi was the first one to notice you, jogging, mid training, to talk to you, and this quickly caught the attention of his teammates.

"Could this be? Taichi's girlfriend?~"

"Tendou, I don't think we should be meddling with our kouhai's love life."

"Are you telling me you aren't also curious Semi-Semi?"

"..."

Be glad the Coach was busy that time.

Anyway, while the third years talked like you weren't there, Taichi was quick to introduce you to his teammates.

First person you met was Goshiki, he seemed a bit nervous and serious around you, but still did a fast introduction and talking about how he was going to be Shiratorizawa's Next Ace, to which you just smiled brightly and agreed with him. Kai and Yusho, the next ones, were a bit in the back, but you still greeted both of them in a friendly manner, making a small blue appear at their face.

Shirabu, seemed a bit annoyed since you were 0.2cm taller than him, but was quickly subdued since you were really friendly to him. He seemed indifferent, but having someone sweet yet not overwhelming was good for his soul.

Then, you get the 3rd years. Hayato was the first upperclasmen to greet you, making a small joke about you being taller to him, which made you giggle a bit. Reon were also really sweet with you and promised to help you around the gym whenever needed, although you couldn't take his offer.

Semi was a bit more quiet about it, but he was glad to have a manager to help with certain 'trivial' things, since he was one of the main 'workers' there. If you like music, he would be quick to recommend multiple songs for your playlist.

Tendou was the sweetest one, instead of just a normal greeting, he would go directly for a quick hug; If you were uncomfortable with the situation, he would be quick to break from the hug and apologize, giving a proper introduction. If you were to return his hug, you are now officially adopted by him, that's it.

Ushijima was a bit more complicated. While he was staring you down, he introduced himself and welcoming you to the team officially. He seemed a bit blunt, but you were quick to notice that this wasn't in a malicious way. So you took his encouragement and tips to heart whenever doing your managerial work.

In all fairness, this team would act like they didn't need a manager first but with you there, their tactics were more calculated and they stuff was more organized, so they were pretty happy with you there.

Also, when you first met Oikawa, he was exteemely annoyed at the fact that Shiratorizawa had a manager before him. Ushijima was quick to throw his famous infamous catchphrase, annoying the setter even more.

Fukurodani (Height: 180cm) -

You are a first year, but this time, you didn't share class with anyone else on the team.

You trial as Manager was one of an accident.

You were walking around the schoolz trying to evade as many people as possible, you accidentally bumped into one of the volleyball managers, who seemed to be in a hurry, with you both falling to the ground.

Before you could even say anything, she quickly got up and apologize, picking up some papers she scattered around and then running away. What she failed to notice was one last paper laying beside you.

"Volleyball Trial Manager Sheet".

While in class now, you stared at the paper, a bit curious about it. You knew the volleyball team had alreayd 2 managers, so they wouldn't really need another one right? But you also remembered that they were both 3rd years and this was their last year, what if the team doesn't have another manager?

These thought plagued in your mind for the entire day and took one of your parents to convince you to finally join it.

The next day, you decided to join during morning practice, rapidly noticing they were in a rally, so you just stayed at the door, trying not to disturb the team. But a hand on your shoulder made you turn around, noticing the Coach with a small smile.

He then entered the gym, clapling to get his students attention, which was a success but their attention was fast towards you. You introduced yourself kinda nervous about the sittuation but still holding your place.

Yukie and Kaori were the first to go to you. They were really happy to have another manager with them, and kept complimenting your height, which made you a bit bashed.

The first years were a bit in shock about your height. Anahori was a bit intimated but curious, but he also hold onto his comments to himself, scared that it could offend you in any way, to which you quickly denied, saying you didn't mind. Onaga was also surprised, he didn't have to look down too much to talk to you and that was a relief for his neck. He was also happy you didn't mess his name like his classmates.

Komi and Konoha were a bit in shock, their new manager was taller than them in unique levels, but they were really gentle with their greetings even joking a bit about stealing your height to play.

Sarukui was one of the calm ones, he was kinda surprised about looking at you in the eyes without bending his neck, but nonetheless he was happy about having another manager happy. He was also grateful about you not commenting on his mouth unnecessarily, that has happened way too much.

Washio was somewhat indifferent about it. He was surprised a bit but didn't have anything to comment much, since he knew height was something uncontrollable. As being a manager, he was glad to see the team would have someone trustworthy as their manager for two more years when the other 2 graduates.

Now, here comes the complicated part. Bokuto for you was an enigma, he was blunt about his question and commentaries about your height, but you knew there was no ill intent in his words. But after it cooled down, he was fast to ask you about volleyball and what you knew.

When you first found out about his Emo Modd, you were taken aback, since how could someone lively be so quiet?

Akasshi, the sweet boy he is, thanked you a lot almost daily, since your praises were quick to take Bokuto out of his Emo Mode, thus taking a lot of stress out of him. He was also the most helpful one, he would always take the boxes from you hand, yadda, yadda.

Overall, Fukurodani were pretty shocked about your height but these sweet boys were nothing but sweet.

Also, Bokuto bragged about you being a Manager to his cat friend, who at first thought was a lie but was quickly shut off by your tall stature cheering for Bokuto.

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WIP Wednesday with Peña-Rockford

(It's still Wednesday if it's 3 am and I haven't gone to bed yet, right?)

Alright, if you saw @sin-djarin's poll from this morning you may have noticed how, eh... things escalated quickly. So this WIP preview/mood board is the result from that. Also major credit to her for the song below which fits the mood perfectly for how this is shaping up to be.

Figured I'd drop it here to make sure I won't overthink it too much and will just get it written & ready to post. Particularly because of the encouraging reactions from everybody this morning. Please mind this is still a very rough draft without any editing! Not sure what this will be called, so I'm rolling with a working title for now. Gifs by @arcanefox207 , first line courtesy of @morallyinept.

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I Fought The Law (And The Law Won) - WIP snippet #1

Detective Tim Rockford x f!reader x Javier Peña

“That will teach you to run your fuckin’ mouth at me, Agent”, Rockford hisses. His hand is on Javier’s throat, the other one cupping him through his jeans as he holds him pinned against the wall. “Mind your manners. Brat.”

Javier fumes at him, attempting to push back, but Tim doesn’t only have a good ten years on him - he’s also broader, an inch or two taller and, as it seems, stronger. Which shouldn’t be a turn on, Javier thinks to himself, but his dick appears to have different ideas about that.

The slow smile spreading over Tim’s face makes it clear he notices it, too. He leans over, his dark brown eyes admiring the splay of his long fingers over Javier’s throat. The smile turns into an arrogant smirk when he feels the DEA agent swallow hard, almost gasp for air.

“Why am I not surprised?”, he says softly in a low sing-song voice, his breath warm and ghosting over the curve of Javier’s ear. When there’s no response, he moves his hand up to tilt Javier’s chin, making his head tips back against the wall, eyes meeting. “The brat tamer really wants to be tamed himself.”

Javier closes his eyes, his mind cloudy as he tries to figure out how the tables got flipped on him so fast. Fuck. “You talk a lot of shit, Rockford,” he eventually manages as he shakes his head, but he knows how weak of a retort it is as the words leave his lips. He can’t open his eyes yet - can’t make himself meet Tim's intense look again. Not when it takes up all his effort to resist thrusting against the large hand that's gripping his dick.

NEXT: WIP Snippet #2 right here

If you can't listen to the track, here are the lyrics;

Don't worry I'm not looking at you Gorgeous and dressed in blue Don't worry I'm not looking at you

I know you see me see you As you see me walk on past

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It's all academic darlin' PART 1/10

12k+ Hangster AU. Updating 2-3 parts per week and will be finished by 31st January 2024. (Each part is ~1500 words).

Bradley is a professor but living his best life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick sort-of tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again. Touch of epistolary and sprinkling of one-sided unknown/mistaken-identity.

(Note for later parts/chapters - Ice uses sign to communicate at home, I’m typing it like sign is English despite the fact that I know it isn’t (while NZSL is my third language, I have no working knowledge on the grammar useage in ASL).)

PART ONE

                The 12 hour trip has given him plenty of time to think. He doesn’t know what possessed him to accept Mav’s offer; quiet place you can just get away from everything. When faced with the idea of going home and seeing his family, not being able to answer questions versus being offered a solitary retreat into the woods for a week or two or however long he could stand his own company… Well, he’s never spent very much time alone before and he guesses the novelty had held a certain appeal. He knows he might not actually be alone when he gets there. Mav had mentioned that his son might still be there, but that he’d be leaving to get back to school. It had made him sound young. But Jake’s seen photos, knows that Bradley has at least graduated from some form of college judging from the photos in Mav’s office and hangar, proud moments documented with pictures. 

                Sure enough when he pulls in front of the cabin there’s another truck out front, music blaring from somewhere. He steps out of his own truck and can now hear someone loudly singing along. He follows the sound around the house and yep, definitely the same guy from the photos (the flash of moustache is the clincher). He’s cutting wood, axe swinging easily in time with the music and Jake takes his time to just watch. He’s tall, maybe a bit taller than Jake and he hadn’t been expecting that with how tall Maverick was not. Shirtless, skin tanned and gleaming with sweat from the combination of summer heat and exertion of cutting wood. Jake swallows, letting his eyes run over the scene appreciatively because it’s been a little while and this right here is… nice.

                “Baby can I hold you tonight?” Thunk. “Baby if I told you the right words.” Thunk. “Ooo, at the right time.” Thunk. “Would you be mine?” Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. “Baby can I hold you tonight?” Thunk.

                As he watches, he assesses; Bradley looks around the same age as Jake and the other Dagger squadron members. Not young at all then. No wonder Mav had been so insistent about getting them all home, dad-vibe just morphing to encompass them all. He’d never had imagined a man with Maverick’s history to be a family man. That somehow, somewhere along the line, Maverick managed to raise a small human into the tall drink of water in front of him. Jake doesn’t know why he feels surprised, Mav is a good-looking man despite his age but he still doesn’t see much of a resemblance between him and Bradley. He shifts on his feet, not wanting to interrupt a man holding an axe, especially one as attractive while doing so… he licks his lips, wishing for a toothpick or some gum just to have something to do with his mouth and his lips twitch as he thinks about other ways he could occupy his mouth with the man in front of him. He startles, realization hitting him hard and fast. This is Mav’s son.

                Fuck.

                He cannot, under any circumstances, fuck with this man. Literally or figuratively. Maverick would kill him. He’d find some way to make it look like an accident, or just commit outright murder and then hide the body. And there would be no shortage of volunteers to help him do it. It’s only for a couple of days before Bradley apparently has to leave, Jake can be on his utmost best behavior. And it’s not like he’s in any fit state anyway. It’ll be fine.

                “Fucking shit!”

                Jake jumps at the yell, staring into the wide eyes of Bradley Mitchell, because there cannot be that many people with that moustache in the world. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, knows he’s going to have to refrain from so many comments about that distracting caterpillar of facial hair.

                “Sorry!”

                “Jesus man, you scared the fuck out of me…”

                The urge to bite back and tell him he shouldn’t be cutting wood by himself, or have music playing so loudly he can’t hear vehicles come up the road are on the tip of his tongue but he bites them back. Best behavior he reminds himself. And when did he become such an old man? Ugh.

                “Sorry,” he starts again. “I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. I’m Jake. Lieutenant Jake Serensin.”

                The other man’s face goes pale under his tan, eyes going wide.

                “Fuck. Is Mav okay?”

                Shit.

                “He’s fine! Totally fine. Sorry. Again. I didn’t mean to worry you. You’re Bradley though right? Mav’s son? He said you’d be here, told me he’d let you know to expect me.”

                A look of relief is quickly replaced by chagrin and Jake bites his lip, because he’s definitely not expected.

                “Shit, I dropped my phone in the lake yesterday. Haven’t checked in with anyone. Obviously you’re welcome though, any friend of Mav’s is a friend of mine,” Bradley says. He’s smiling, reaching his hand out to shake and Jake gives himself a mental slap. He’s not sure if he should correct him on the whole friends with Mav front, because he’s pretty sure the older man merely tolerates him. And this is the son of a superior officer and he’s a guest and he will remember his manners if he doesn’t want to deal with the certain Southern guilt that will settle on him later. Best behavior. Which is also why he won’t go asking questions about why Bradley calls his dad by his fucking callsign.

                “Nice to meet you.”

                “Likewise. Sorry I wasn’t expecting you. You obviously know Mav, and who I am. I figure you’re not a serial killer. Let me just, uh, grab my shirt and then I can help you with your bags.”

                He wants to tell him not to bother, that he’s enjoying the view plenty, but even something as benign as ‘don’t put a shirt on on my account’ would come out heavy with the (intended) innuendo so he keeps his mouth shut and nods before realizing he doesn’t need any help with his bags and says as much, biting back another comment about the floral Hawaiian shirt that the other man is shoving his arms through but still leaving completely unbuttoned and okay, he’s thankful for small mercies. He’s going to look, he’s not a fucking saint.

                “It’s fine man, come on. Let me show you the guest room. Did you bring groceries? I hope Mav warned you to bring food, because unless you like hunting and fishing you’re shit out of luck.”

                Fortunately Mav had warned him and Jake had organized groceries. He carries everything inside with Bradley’s help; front door opening into a large living space with a kitchen and dining area to one side, a large wall-mounted TV on one wall and then a fireplace taking up the central inner wall, clearly used for heating in the cooler months. Down a short hallway Bradley points out Mav’s bedroom, his own and then the guest room where Jake drops his duffle.

                Heading back to the kitchen he takes in the few photos, not many personalized ones, but plenty of ones of different types of aircraft and something in him feels a little more settled just looking at the pictures of the planes in the air. The piano and guitar make him pause and he wonders if either belong to Mav or Bradley. Obviously one or both of them play, although he can’t imagine Mav playing either. Then there are the books. So many books, some look like heavy texts and Jake wonders who the hell comes away on vacation to read textbooks that are thick enough to be classified as weapons. He can imagine Mav reading them over playing the musical instruments though. Bradley is putting the chilled items away in the fridge, offering him a beer and Jake takes it gratefully. One won’t hurt.

                “So how was the drive?”

                “Long.” Too long considering he’s meant to be taking it easy but he’s done worse.

                “Where did you drive from?”

                “North Island.”

                “Shit. I thought you’d just come from Fallon.”

                “Huh. No. That would have been much closer, but I needed to get away.”

                He almost expects Bradley to ask, but he guesses growing up with Mav he knows some questions won’t get answers so lets it slide and Jake’s grateful.

                “So you saw Mav yesterday?”

                “Yep, sure did. He made the offer a few days ago and just reminded me of it yesterday and I thought… sure. Why not.”

                “Did he give you a list of jobs?”

                “No. Should he have?”

                “He must like you,” Bradley laughs and Jake’s eyes catch the column of his throat as he tips his bottle to take a drink and he swallows roughly. Okay. He looks away and hums, shrugs. Doesn’t want to mention the concussion and bruises he’s still recovering from. He’s meant to be taking it easy and Mav knows it.

                “So, what do you do? Or is being a lumberjack a fulltime gig?”

                “Ha. No. I’m a… teacher.”

                Jake quirks an eyebrow because that answer had waivered as an almost question. But it tracks with the summer break and the whole getting back to school thing Mav has mentioned. And it’s a good a conversation as any, although it is quickly turned on him, with Bradley asking him about his flying experiences, looking a little wistful when Jake mentions going through Top Gun and he wonders if it would be impolite to ask why Bradley didn’t join the Navy like Mav. Definitely. Obviously his face still asks the question, because Bradley is offering up information freely.

                “My mom asked me to not join the Navy. Not quite her dying wish, but pretty damn close…”

                Well shit. He winces.

                “I’m sorry –” Jake starts and Bradley is already waving his hand.

                “It was over twenty years ago, you’re good. I’m good. She just wanted me safe. Of course, telling a teenager he can’t do something isn’t usually the best approach. And keeping Mav from teaching me to fly was never going to happen. I got my solo license when I was sixteen and haven’t looked back. I love flying.”

                “That is something I can agree with,” Jake says, tipping his beer bottle toward Bradley.

                “To flying.”

                “To flying,” Bradley repeats, his smile wide and friendly.

PART TWO

[cybertroniannugget]

Balancing on the ice❄️

I'm here for you pt.2 (Fluff ending because pt.1 was kinda dark and this is CHRISTMAS TIME)

Dec 13

After the not so great encounter earlier, Optimus takes it upon himself to cheer you up.

The sound of your phone ringing catches your attention and as you lift it up you see, that it's Optimus calling you.

Pulse rising you pick up with the usual 'hello' as a greeting.

"My sincerest apologies for contacting you this late but would you mind walking over to the main hangar?"

"Eh, sure no problem. Why though?"

Fidgeting with a pen you listen to his answer.

"After today I wish to drive somewhere with you."

"Just you an I?", you ask, letting the pen fall onto the floor.

"As long as the idea does not arise negative feelings in you."

You nod, realizing he couldn't see you.

"Of course!", you answer a little too excited.

"I'll be there in a minute."

"I will meet you there then."

He hangs up the call and you could hear your fast pulse in your ears.

Quickly getting into your winter clothing, you walk outside to where the Prime was already waiting in his truck form.

The driver's door opens, inviting you to get in.

Carefully you do so, unsure whether to close the door yourself.

It closes on it's own, the warmth of the cabin welcoming you.

"It will be a 20 minute drive. If you wish to remove your winter coat you can place it next to you onto the passenger's seat.", Optimus's voice echoes over the radio.

You remove your coat, keeping it in your kap though.

"Now please fasten the seatbelt.", he says and you do as you're told.

The engine starts with a loud rumble, the vehicle setting in motion, leaving the base.

The first few minutes of the drive are silent.

Desperate to break the silence you speak up.

"If I may ask, where are we going exactly?"

"I wish to keep it a surprise."

You nod, again realizing that he CANNOT SEE YOU.

"That's fine."

Another moment of silence before he turns to speak.

"How are you feeling?"

"After what happened today?"

The Prime hums.

"Pretty awful to be honest. It was scary. But you saved me. I wanna thank you for that."

"I deemed it necessary to take action."

You chuckle. "Never thought I'd see you hit someone square in the face like that."

"I deemed it necessary.", he repeats.

"If negotiation cannot get me far..."

"You'll throw hands.", you finish his sentence after noticing he couldn't find the words to do so himself.

Ten minutes later he stops and you get into your wanr coat again.

The door opens and you get out, careful not to slip.

Before you stretched an entirely frozen lake. Tge light of the setting sun colored the ice in purple and orange. Mesmerized by the sight you don't notice the shifting behind you. Only when Optimus stands beside you in his mass displaced form you connect the dots.

He was still a head taller than you in this form.

"Now, what's your plan, Prime?", you ask, hands on your hips.

"Teaching you in how to keep your balance on the ice."

Eyes widening you look up at him.

"Wh-now?! Why?"

"Because you deserve to enjoy yourself, which you were not able to do today. I am here to change that if you allow me to."

He extends his servo, which you grab hesitantly.

He nods, slowly guiding you down onto the ice

"I don't think this is a good idea.", you mumble doubting the whole situation.

"I am here with you. Holding no ill intentions."

"I know.", you respond, holding onto his arms for dear life.

"Let's do this then.", you try to convince yourself that this not end in a total desaster.

After a few initial rounds of tumbling and falling once, you got quite the hang of it.

Certainly you couldn't move across the ice as gracefully as Prime, but it could be worse.

"You are improving."

"Because you are patient with me Optimus.", you admit.

"Pressuring you would not prove to be of advantage. I let you take all the time you need and be patient."

Taking a deep breath, you brace yourself for what you were saying next.

"And that's why I love you Optimus.", you blurt out.

"There I said it."

His eyes widen for a mere moment, before his gaze relaxes, looking at you with nothing but love.

"Wait, don't tell me you feel the same?!"

"How could I not feel love for you? From the few people on earth accepting us, you are the most welcoming. Every aspect of you is something I admire greatly, and I wish to learn more about who you are."

[lemmilemura]

We’re not late

Part 3

~MASTERLIST~

You were ready before either of your parents, waiting at the door for them to do their last finishing touches. “I feel like being late has more of an impact on their impression of us than a little water.” You swiped seamlessly on your phone, probably for the last time for a few hours, since your parents weren’t allowing you to take it with you. Something about manners or some shit. “Oh slow down. We’ve still got plenty of time. We’ve got 15 minutes, plus the walk is barely a minute.” said your mother. As always, she was the last to be done. 11 of those 15 minutes you still had were spent still waiting, 7 of them with your father. 

“Why do you get to take your phone with you but I don’t?” felt kinda hypocritical. “Because I need to be reachable if anything happens.” “So do I.” you try to defend yourself, to which your father chuckles. “Honey, you have a maximum of 5 contacts. Me and your mother are 2, your grandmother and grandfather are 2 more, and the last one is your aunt.” Touch��, father. Touché. “Stop it, Chris“ your mother finally showed up. “There you are, Mary” You’re stood up now, setting your phone on the kitchen counter, plugged into the charger. “Yes, yes, I know.” 

You finally left the house approximately 2 minutes before you were supposed to be there. Your parents were always the type to cut it close. You walked a few feet over, past the fence between properties and along the driveway, up to their front door. You stood in a neat line, your father to the left, then your mother and then you.  As your father was closest to the doorbell, he was the one who rang it. It only took half a minute for the hallway light to turn on, the door to unlock and open. “Oh, hello. Please, come in.” Of course he had to be the one who opened the door. It got you a closer, better look at him. 

He was taller than you, dark hair bordering between black and dark brown. He looked at both of your parents as they stepped inside, then to you. He had a look in his eyes that screamed he was up to something, accompanied by a smirk. He closed the door behind you as you stepped in, then led you all to the dining room. Their house was much grander than yours, a set of curving stairs in the entryway, leading up. The dining room was in between the living room and kitchen, quarter walls separating them from one another.

“Welcome, welcome. Please, have a seat. Dinner will be ready in a moment.” Said the woman in the kitchen, his mother probably. Thing was, you had no idea who of the two parents was the mayor. The table had 8 chairs, 3 on the long sides and 1 on the short sides. Your father pulled out a chair for your mother, and the boy pulled one out for you. You looked at him with suspicion, but he only smiled. You didn’t trust that smile. Yet for the sake of politeness, you nodded as thanks and sat down. 

The dinner itself was fine, you found out his mom was the mayor, which was a welcome surprise. Your parents and his talked mostly amongst themselves, leaving you to stare down at your plate as you ate. The one time you did look up, you were faced with Simon, as you found out his name was. Of course he had sat in front of you. When you looked up, he was already looking at you. The unexpectedness of it, plus the question of how long he had been staring made you look back down at your plate and take a sip of your drink. You peeked back at him, seeing him once again smirk, as if he had planned it and was reeling in the fact he succeeded.

Dinner passed fast, a few more of those incidents happening once or twice. You were honestly barely paying attention to the conversation between the adults, until your mother nudged you. “You okay?” she asked, and you nodded. “Oh, you must be bored, huh? Why don’t you two go up to Simon’s room? I’m sure you’ll find something more entertaining to do than this boring conversation.” Never in your life did you think you’d want to punch the Mayor in the face. President and other authority maybe, but never the Mayor. Because now you had to go up to his room with him, otherwise this’d become awkward, plus your parents would force you to go either way.

So, very reluctantly, you got up and followed him. His room was up the stairs and down a short hallway. He opened the door for me, and the first thing I was greeted with was a step. Extremely weird, if you ask me. After almost tripping, barely noticing fast enough, you stepped into his room. It was kind of empty. He had his bed, a desk with a fancy pc setup, another step/platform thing with some instruments, and a shelf. You could see the window he was sitting at earlier that day, and on the floor you spotted a wet spot in the carpet. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Proud of yourself, huh?” he asked from behind you. You turned to face him. He was leaning on the door, arms crossed. “Matter of fact, I am.” you responded with a smirk of your own. “Mind telling me how I’ll explain the random stain to my mom?” You pretended to think for a second. “Could always tell her you pissed yourself.” His eyes went wide. “Oh my god, why didn’t I think of that?” he pretended to be shocked. “Because you’re a dumbass.” you said and sat down at the end of his bed. 

“I bet your friends love you” the sarcasm was palpable. He sat down across from you in his office chair. “They do, actually. Do yours?” you asked. “Oh shoot, wait, I forgot you don’t have any.” He shook his head. “You are unbelievable. But you’re not boring, I’ll give you that.” You bowed your head in courtesy, however much you could sitting down. “i know we have this whole rivalry going on, but…” he trailed off. You motioned for him to keep going. “You got a discord or something? If not, your number works too.” he said, winking at you.  “I don’t have my phone with me.” you were actually glad about it now. “Why?” “Parents wouldn’t let me.” “Well I have a pen and paper.” 

He spun his chair around, drumming his fingers on his desk as he looked for a sticky note of sorts. He started scribbling on it for a minute, clicking around on his computer a bit. When he was finished he turned back to you, stood up, walked to you and extended the sticky note to you. You took it, on it were various usernames and ways to contact him. “Don’t expect anything.” You then, through a spur of the moment decision, dropped the paper down your shirt. It was as if you were on autopilot, though you had never done that before. 

You caught him off guard, yourself too honestly, and his eyes widened. He inhaled, and you swore you heard a small “Okay”. This time it was you who smirked.

~Taglist~ @pine-ferret @awild-mustang @iamgayforyourmom1510 @kim-soup

[breannasfluff]

Hi I would like to kindly request some cute Wing Boi hcs if you got the time

Of the "how people deal with them at home" variety

Like Time/Malon dealing with hay in their primaries or cows trying to chew on the ends of their wings while they're working, if sky/sun were competitive about who had bigger wingspan when they were growing up together like when little kids conpare whose growing taller first, Legend and Ravio continually stealing each others' stuff because they are both absolutely collector bird types, etc.

Got any fun ideas?

I haven’t picked a bird for Ravio yet, but it’s got to be something that collects things. Even if they share things, it belongs to whoever is having the conversation. “My bedroom”, “my bowl”, “my staff” etc. Whoever is on the opposite side keeps pointing out it's “our bowl”, but they totally going to claim it next. If Ravio collects something, he’ll give the red stuff to Legend. 1) he likes him. 2) it’s not worth the fight.

Wild collects…a lot of food, but at least he’s good with sharing. Zelda would sometimes stage an intervention to clean out the food before it got old in Hateno. Wild started picking up a habit of cooking feasts for people when he got full on food. With the Chain it isn’t a problem anymore because they go through food fast enough. He trusts very few people around his wings, which is a topic of a oneshot I’ll post sometime. He is a very social bird but tends to hold himself back around the others. Poor boy has trust issues. Hyrule and Legend weaseled their way in and once they firmly landed in the “safe” category, he loosened up a lot. He LOVES spending time with them and doesn’t like being alone. Hyrule might sometimes want a little space, but Wild is always up for a wing around Legend, or tucking himself under the other’s wing.

Sky in particular steals food, although he sometimes gets embarrassed about it. Oh boy, ok, so Sky and Sun were in a constant battle about food growing up. Sky would enact elaborate, over-the-top plots to take her snacks, and she started ramping up ways of hiding it. It was always in good fun, but to this day they cannot eat a normal meal together in peace. Wind is easygoing enough that he’s fine sharing, and Wild gives him a little extra with this in mind.

Time absolutely adores Malon. I haven’t picked a bird for her yet, either, but that flock instinct of Time’s meshes well with his wife. He’s the type of person who will fly out and pick wildflowers to surprise her. Or get up early and do the chores so she can sleep in and he’ll make her breakfast in bed. He’s a very touchy bird; likes to wrap Malon up in his wings whenever he gets a chance. He does have an archnemesis: Frank the billy goat. Time thinks it’s the stupidest name, but Malon named him so he’ll never say anything. And Frank hates Time with a burning passion. He’ll charge when he tries to go bring the goats in for milking. You ever want to see a full-grown man with the wings of a raptor run screaming like a little girl? Yeah, Malon laughed so hard she cried.

Warriors may be a solitary bird, but he’d really like to meet someone and fall in love. He’s good at the military, but it’s not his passion. He’s actually pretty crafty, which a lot of the birds don’t know. Warriors isn't sure what he wants to do after the military, so he just keeps doing it for now. He doesn't like others see him failing at a new skill, which is why most things end up hidden.

Twilight really likes to play games, but is worried others won’t want to indulge in childish play when he’s normal. They have no problem playing with Wolfie, though, so he transforms when he’s missing playtime. Wind especially will play fetch for ages with him. Twilight would really like Time to engage in some more games with him. While he follows what Time says, usually to the letter, playtime would give him a chance to loosen up from following a hierarchy.

Four’s favorite activity is a dirt bath (good for his feathers, bad for his body). He’ll compromise with rolling around in leaves in the fall. It doesn’t leave him clean at all, but it’s so fun to send up mounds of leaves with his wings and thrash around. Four has a lot of interests and will randomly pick up a new one. Lots of info dumping from our colorful bird, but they try to keep from going overboard. All they really want is someone to listen to him, though. He and Zelda/Flora get along because she’ll share research and details. The Chain was not pleased when Four regaled them with the worms-in-fish information, though. Even the seabirds started looking for something else to eat. They got over it, but Four has all sorts of weird details that are 75% true to pull out.

Legend’s default expression seems to be “annoyed” but he’s usually not. Instead of RBF it’s RAF. He’s such a softie for Hyrule and Wild. He feels like he spends half his time wrangling the two of them which is…partially true. Honestly, he’s happiest when he’s cuddled up between them, the center of attention. He’ll puff up a little if he’s extra pleased, which the others think is super cute.

Hyrule is really a “pair” bird, and he paired with Legend. When Wild came along, though, something in their personalities connected and he decided Wild belonged in their group. He’s very flexible; good at getting in tight spots and will do stretches in the early morning. Legend will be huddling under Wild’s wing, grumbling about it being cold, and Hyrule is doing some ridiculous yoga pose, cool as a cucumber. He also bites. It’s self-defense…probably. He definitely will bite when he’s mad, and he’s a very good sword fighter.

Wind is a very sunny bird boy. One of those always optimistic ones. He likes independence in the air, but on the ground, he sticks close to Sky. He views him as a big brother more than the rest of the group. He also taught Aryll to fly, with questionable success at the start. He tends to hover around her in the air after she got kidnapped.

[soaked-butch-boxers]

cw: biting, rough handling, slight spanking, semi-public sex, "good boy" title, good old fashioned sportsdyke foreplay

notes: inspired by the song "Play The Field" by Partner; Cal uses they/them pronouns and Jada uses she/her

Out of Bounds, I've Gone Too Far

It took the longest time for me to understand how Jada joined our university's women's basketball team, but once I made the connection between her last name and Coach Gibson's, it became clear. Nepotism is such a powerful thing.

It took even longer for me to understand *why* she joined the team. But it really shouldn't have.

I actually got into this school on a basketball scholarship. It's my whole life. I hope to go pro. Jada Gibson, on the other hand, can't play for shit. She's a music major, and while her hands might be clever with guitar strings, they are dumb as dirt when it comes to dribbling. She can't even pass accurately. Not even when I'm less than a foot away from her. It's a good thing Coach keeps her on the bench during games. Otherwise, we'd lose every single one.

I never understood why Jada didn't mind benchwarming until that day in the locker room.

We had been 2 hours into that day's practice, when I got the idea to work with Jada one on one. Maybe improve her skills and confidence a bit.

"Sure thing, Cal," she grins, her perfect teeth flashing as she lightly punches me in the arm. My heart stutters, probably from the workout.

"Lets start with your free throw. You've got great power, but your aim could use some work. Plant your feet at the free-throw line. No, shoulder width apart. Shoulder width, dude, what are you doing?"

"Could you come help me?" A smirk. I try not to stare at her long brown fingers as they beckon me closer.

I swallow and place my hands on Jada's hips, squaring them toward the basket. Then, I bend down and grab her ankles through her socks, shifting them into place. I'm careful not to touch any bare skin as I breathe in her scent: sweat, asphalt, and a musky cologne. "Try now."

Her skinny arms windmill and the ball ends up way too far left. I jog to go retrieve it.

"Haha, sorry! I think the issue is my form! Come position my arms?"

I return with the basketball under my arm, face flushed. Probably from the jog. Definitely not from the idea of touching her arms. I tell myself to get a grip, and toss her the ball.

I stand behind Jada on the free throw line, and she presses her back into my chest. I take a deep breath. *Why is she so distracting?*

"Hold it with the tips of your fingers. Yeah, just like that." I move her left hand underneath, pull her arms to her right shoulder. "Okay, good. Now relax your right wrist." Focusing on the motions is the only thing grounding me from the feeling of her soft skin under my hands. "Okay, good. Now bend your knees and throw. The power comes from the full body movement, not just your arms."

She shoots. She scores.

"Fuck yeah! That's the first time I've gotten one in!" Jada whirls around and hugs me tight, the tip of her high top fade brushing against my chin. I'm nearly a whole head taller than her.

I gently allow myself to wrap my own arms around her and hold her close.

"Gibson! O'Donnell! Time to scrimmage!" Coach shouts at us.

"Thanks, Cal. You're a great teacher." She winks at me as she lets go.

I'm distracted the rest of practice, feeling the ghost of her arms around my back. For the first time ever, I'm relieved when it's time to hit the showers, glad practice is over so I can return to my dorm and cool off, get this weird feeling to go away.

I'm always last to take a shower. I don't like getting undressed in front of the girls. I don't want anyone to see me with my binder off.

Jada usually never showers in the locker room, so I'm surprised when I see her grab a towel.

"Not gonna shower at your place this time?" I ask, trying to seem nonchalant, and not as if seeing her in nothing but a towel would turn me into a puddle.

"Everyone cleared out so fast today, I figured I may as well go ahead and get clean. I hate smelling like shit, stinking up the dorms."

"Then. Why don't you normally just shower here?"

"I just don't wanna make anyone uncomfortable. You know, since I'm a dyke and everything," she laughed.

"Bro, more than half the team are dykes, me included. You're not making anyone uncomfortable!"

"Yeah, I know, I know. Just don't wanna make anyone feel unsafe." She looks away for a second. I can't read the tone of her voice, but I feel the need to comfort her.

"I always feel safe with you," I say, walking over to her and laying a hand on her arm. "You don't have to worry."

Jada smiles up at me, full of a sweetness that almost hurts my heart. And then, she suddenly grins.

"Great. Because I was hoping you'd help me wash my back. Can't always reach it, you know?" She says it innocently enough, but I can't help but blush furiously.

"Uh -- of course!" I hate my stutter.

Jada starts to pull of her shirt, and I immediately whip around so I don't see her. I can't tell if that is for her sake or mine. I listen intently to the clothes shuffling off her small body, and try not to imagine what that looks like. I hear her walk over to the showers in her Nike slides, turn the water on, and close the curtain.

"Okay, dude, you can come help now!"

I give my head a shake, trying to clear it. *This is just friendly. She just needs help scrubbing her back. Don't make this weird.* I walk over and pull back the curtain slightly, expecting to see her bare back. My jaw drops.

Jada is standing there, in nothing but her slides, grinning up at me. Her large, dark breasts immediately draw my eyes. Her dark brown nipples are so hard. My eyes follow the happy trail down her soft stomach, and as I see the cluster of black curls between her legs, my eyes glaze over.

"I know this is really forward, but I've been flirting with you all season, and you haven't noticed, not even when I kissed you! We don't have to do this, you can walk away, but I really --"

Surprising both Jada and myself, I bend down and kiss her, clutching her jaw in one hand and her bare waist in the other. It's intense, full of grazing teeth and wandering tongues.

She pulls apart briefly and sighs out, "Fucking finally," before grabbing the collar of my jersey and pulling me into the shower with her.

"Oh, sorry, dude!" Jada giggles as she realizes she just drenched my clothes. "Lets get this off." She begins removing my jersey, then suddenly stops.

"What?"

"Cal. You're fucking binding? You've been running around all day, that isn't safe! You know better than that, I can't believe you!"

"I know, I know it's dangerous. And if any of my friends did that, I'd tell them the same. But I'd rather feel the pain of my ribs being constricted than the pain of seeing my body like that."

"No. I'm sorry for snapping," she says, smoothing her hands over my chest, immediately relxaing and arousing me simultaneously. "I'm just worried about you. I can't imagine what it's like. Just try to stay safe, okay? You'll be able to have top surgery soon, and then --"

I kiss her again. "You're sweet. But shut up and fuck me."

A pause. Then, Jada's eyes turn dark, and she slams me against the shower wall. The water continues to run down my short hair and clothes. She leans in close.

"Fine," she hisses. "But we're discussing this later. I fucking care about you, dude."

She leaves my binder on without even mentioning it, which I'm grateful for, and she immediately moves her hands to my waistband.

"Can I take these off, Cal?"

She's pressed up right against me, my heart is hammering in my chest, and I'm soaked in more ways than one.

"Y-yes."

Jada pulls my basketball shorts down to my ankles. "Cute boxers," she smirks, before pulling those down too. And suddenly, my wet cunt is exposed to the locker room, my t-dick sticking out between my glistening folds.

"Jesus Christ," she whispers, almost reverently.

I clear my throat, suddenly shy. Jada seems to notice, and gives me a gentle kiss to my lips before turning me around so my face is againt the wall and my bare ass is exposed. She slaps it lightly and chuckles as I jump, then leans in close to my ear.

"You are so. Fucking. Handsome. And I've wanted you for so long."

I blush everywhere.

She kisses the back of my neck, her arms pinning my hands to the wall. I gasp as her teeth drag over my skin. She bites down on the back of my collarbone, and I groan.

"Fuck, baby, you sound so good."

She presses my hands to the wall, nonverbally demanding that I keep them there. Then her fingers trace the water droplets down my back as I shudder and pant. My back is always so sensitive.

She moves her hands down my lower back and lands another light slap on my ass. It doesn't hurt, but I still jump.

*I am taller and bigger and stronger than her. Why am I letting her push me around like this?*

Jada presses her body against mine, and I can feel her coarse hair against the ass she keeps spanking. She clutches my throat with her left hand and reaches her right around my hips before slowly dragging a finger over my t-dick. I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

"Ohhhhh, no, baby, don't try to be quiet. I wanna hear you!"

"But -- Jada, w-what if --" I'm panting, unable to deliver a full sentence as she rubs me mercilessly.

"What if someone hears you?" Her left hand grabs a fistful of my short hair and she pulls my head back. "I want them to. I want them to hear you finally come undone on my hand."

I can't help it. I whine.

"Good boy." And I can hear the smirk in her voice.

She kicks my legs apart to get a better angle, notices my breath catch when she hits *just* the right spot, and starts rubbing me harder and faster.

I obey her earlier command and keep my mouth open, not bothering to muffle the unholy sounds falling from my parted lips. I'm getting more and more desperate with each stroke, and as Jada starts licking the water droplets off my neck, I start to unravel.

My whole body is shaking, and I'm so close so close so close so close

"Please," I whimper between sighs and gasps and groans and moans. "Please, Jada!"

"Good boy, being so polite."

As soon as she calls me a good boy, my orgasm hits. I feel my eyes roll in the back of my head, my whole body sieze up, my legs vibrating and struggling to keep myself upright, my tight cunt clenching around nothing. She rubs and kisses me through it, and when I finally relax and collapse against the wall, she holds me and strokes my wet hair.

"God, Cal." She presses a kiss to my cheek.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck," I sigh. "Thank you."

"Did you just thank me?" She's laughing, and I pout at her. I never pout! She does crazy things to me.

"Well --" I start to splutter. She tries to shut me up with a kiss. "No, seriously, Jada! I feel the need to thank you. That was fucking amazing!"

"I'd wanted to for a long time."

"Really though. I feel the need to express my gratitude," I lower my voice into what I sincerely hope sounds like a seductive growl, and not a flustered enby with a fucked out voice. "And I have a few ideas on how I can do that..."

I eye the black curls between her legs and watch her grin.

[yuugen-benni]

Kisses with The Flags

note: I owe credit to my dear Lara ( @pianotross) who sent me a list of Ideas, thank you very much <33 I loved them.

Hc general kiss (how, where they give, where they like to receive)

Genre: pure fluff, SFW

Doc:

Rough and calm

He's kind of clumsy because he doesn't like deep and wet kisses very much, he thinks they don't really convey what he feels, but to satisfy your desire he'll give in, just take the initiative.

He prefers to give kisses that are innocent but full of meaning, such as on the wrist and forehead. He will always give you one when you go to him for a medical checkup or just to treat a wound.

Loves getting kisses on top of the head, especially if you get taller when he's sitting down working. It will bury its face in your belly and melt at your touch

Ice Man:

Kind and passionate

After a long day, a kiss is the only thing that invigorates and drives away all the evils that haunt Ice Man. He holds you lightly and tastes the sweetness of your lips, tasting every second...

Likes to give kisses on the forehead as a gesture of appreciation for anything :)

It may seem a little childish but he DEADLY LOVES getting kisses on the cheek, it's like a playful touch + sweet love. He just loves the feel of your hands cupping his face

Lipp Man:

Novela das nove ( Referência Br não pode faltar)

Lipp Man loves your lips more than anything in the world and will always give you a deep kiss that leaves you breathless, as if it's the last day of his life even if it's just a goodbye kiss. And like a gentleman he will ask for permission but let's face it WHO would refuse???

He also likes to receive and give kisses on the shoulder because he is romantic (and also because he surprises you with hugs from behind)

Albatross:

Spontaneous and fleeting

Albatross is more fond of hugs, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love your mouth. He may randomly pull you in and lock lips with yours. It's fast but smooth, soft and recharges your energy in a second.

He doesn't have a specific place where he kisses, if it were up to him, he would kiss every inch of your body in both ways

But sometimes Likes to kiss your hands and does this whenever: 1- he takes you for a night ride on his motorcycle, 2- he makes fun of trying to imitate the etiquette Lipp Man uses

Piano Man:

Careful and hesitant

Even though Piano Man is the Provocative type, it is possible to perceive traces of hesitation in kissing you, in touching you, so he does it delicately as if you were a porcelain cup

He likes to receive and give you kisses on the eyes - especially when he realizes that you are almost falling asleep saying '' Good night my love '' (we need him in our life, guys)

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Harry potter preferences, their first time kissing you! (different Eras)  some have spice Some are Sugary and sweet.  ********Harry Potter *****

Being a Weasley Cousin, and having your parents being dashed off to go to Rome to visit your Brother who just got in trouble with the ministry down there. you were stuck with your aunt and uncles. you loved going over. you always felt like an only child since your brother is ten years older than you. you weren’t close. honestly, you couldn’t remember the last time you wrote a letter to him. you should do that once you get to Hogwarts! but the Cousins were a huge big happy nosy family you loved coming over. It was the same year as Ron. you were excited to go over. until you learned Harry and Hermione were over. 

you were great friends with both of them. But at the end of last year, you confessed to Harry you had a small/massive crush on him. He said “thank you” and then just walked off.  Naturally, you were upset. and after a few weeks at home dwell on your last interaction with Harry. your sadness turned to anger.

Luckily you had a lot of cousins at the borrow. so Once you arrived you said hello to them all. and just hung out with the twins. who knew about what happened just before the summer, and both had no problem entertaining you while you made sure to stay far away from Potter. Harry noticed you involving him as he asked Ron about it clueless. “you basically told her to piss off Did n’tcha she confessed she liked you and you just blew her off?”

Harry didn’t realize that was what he did. he Felt a Rush of guilt Rush over him as he looked at you. over the summer you got taller. and your hair was extra shiny today. he remembers you confessing your feelings but he was so stunned that 1) a Female could actually like him and 2) that she would be a Weasley.  and with his own bubbling feelings for Ginny. he wasn’t crazy about the idea of dating her cousin. 

It was at Dinner that Harry learned that Ginny was dating Dean. and that’s when she announced that she wasn’t the only one in the couple. you instantly kicked her under the table getting Hermione instead she yelped in pain as you apologized looking under the table peeking and got Ginny. as she chuckled as Fred chuckled, “God. who’s after you Y/N?” 

“No one!’“ you tried to change the subject by asking Aunt Molly about the Dinner Rolls. they were delicious as Hermione spoke, up stunned, “I didn’t think you were serious, Neville?” 

Harry’s Heart tighten hearing one of his best mates was the one who was trying to Court you. No one at the table looked overly surprised. but Ron. as he spoke, ‘Seriously? Neville?” 

you instantly defended Neville, “he’s sweet and Kind, and Fun. we’ve always been close mates.” 

“what about Harry?” Ron asked which got a slap on the back of the head from his mom. you rolled your shoulders, “Neville asked me out. just before the summer. I- told him the truth. that I just confessed to someone how I felt, they didn’t like me back and I wanted the summer to heal and get them, and then once I was ready I would ask them out. they agreed. and was happy I was taking the time to get over Harry properly before jumping in with him.” 

“that’s Very mature Y/N” Aunt Molly stated as Fred spoke, ‘you and Neville Longbottom?” he was gasping as you spoke up, “get used to it. because I plan to ask him out the next time I see him.’ 

after dinner, you and the girls spent the evening chatting and talking about boys. Harry walked passed the open door hearing you talk about Neville and how he was writing you love poems. each owl you received you get a new poem. Harry stormed passed going up to Ron’s Room as he spoke, ‘what- What could she see in Neville?” 

Ron rolled his shoulders, ‘Why do you care? you turned her down.” 

the truth was he wasn’t sure why he cared. so he tried to push it aside. it was the next day all of you were outside playing in the sun. you were taking a walk near the stream When Harry walked over. he turned you around fast and kissed you. you stepped back stunned as was Harry who didn’t realize that was what he was going to do when he came over. 

“So you don’t want me.. until someone else wants me Seriously Harry?” you shoved him, Harry was too stunned he’s entire body felt electrified after that kiss and he felt centered and also floating. he watched you walk away as he knew. He had to make things right, Somehow find a way to get you to agree to date him and he knew. One day he was going to marry you.

****** Young Sirius Black*******

“Oy!” 

hearing someone running behind you, you turned to see James, Remus, Petter, and the heartthrob Sirus black. were Running away and behind them was Foam. A lot of Foam was smoking. you gasped as James, Remus, and Peter ran past you Sirius grabbed your hand pulling you along, ‘Trust me Beautiful you don’t want to touch that!” he dragged you into a run as James screamed, ‘Scatter” and they all went different Directions. Sirius brilliantly decided to pull you and him into a broom cabinet. once heard a professor scream. to come back. 

leaning against the far side of the wall. you haven’t had much interaction with Sirius even those you were in the same house, in the same year. you always were flying below his radar. he went after girls who were far different than you.  pretty girls. But with your glasses and you spend the majority of the time in the library or with the creatures in the forest. you Rarely saw him and him likewise. if it weren’t for your Gryffindor uniform he would have No idea who you were. you were always a mystery to him One he rarely thought about.  he thought you were cute. with your glasses and how you always had your hair in braids and only had your hair free at in the common room.

“Sorry about this, nasty form.. it touches you it will make you stink for weeks.” you chuckled softly. you didn’t approve of their pranks but they always did make you giggle. they were very creative. he smiled as he spoke, ‘im Sirius.” 

‘y/N” he smiled as he heard movement coming closer as he spoke, ‘Sorry about this Y/N.” he stepped closer pressing his body against you as he cupped your face into his hands as pulled you into a kiss. your mind went blank but you felt yourself kiss back. your entire body warmed up as you wrapped your arm around him holding him there as the door opened to see Professor Dumbledore standing there. you instantly fell out of the trance Sirius put you under and you shoved him away fast as Dumbledore sighed as Sirius spoke, ‘excuse us, Professor.. get your own broom closest.” he went to close the door again to only be told to get out. you both got out as you noticed the mess they made as he spoke, ‘dinner is being served Miss Y/L/N” 

you took the hint and walked off. Sirius watched you leave knowing if he had I he’s the way. that wouldn’t be a one-time thing. 

**************Severus Snape***************************

you weren’t sure Why you had a massive Crush on Severus Snape since your fourth year of Hogwarts, you were one of the few rare Gryffindors who weren’t ever in trouble with him. you never lost A house point in his class and Once earned 2. for being the only one clever enough in his class to notice the combination your entire class was doing was going to blow up a fire puff. it was very exciting and Everyone for a week talked about how Snape gave Gryffindor points.

your Crush got so bad at one point that you were daydreaming in his class about him flinging everything off his desk and plopping you onto it. and having his way with you. you figured he wouldn’t be a “Gentle” lover. more manhandling and rough. and Passionate which growing up with a romance writer as a mom you read a lot of Romance books. and soft doesn’t so as appealing as forbidden. which was probably a huge factor in your crush you figured. last year of Hogwarts to the professor. he was literally out of reach. did that stop you from daydreaming about all the things you wanted him to do to you? Absolutely Not. you got a boyfriend hoping he would bring your Imagination back to earth and forget the grumpy Professor. the only thing that your boyfriend did for you was confirmed what your mother always told you. ’Boys know nothing!” Unfortunately for you. Nothing happened when you were a student. logically it was against the law, and it would have caused HUGE Trouble. Once you left Hogwarts you never expected to come back. then Dumbledore offered you a position as a Professor. and since your writing job as a “Romance,” writer was taken off. but you still needed housing, food, and money. you took the job. the hours were good. and you could easily keep writing. you also figured you were over your crush on Severus Snape. and it would be easy Peasy. 

but the first day back. to Hogwarts being shown around a professor. your new expectations and with Hogwarts being now the hosting school for the Twi wizard torment it was hectic. you realized your crush on him was Not gone. but now you were an adult. you shamelessly flirted with him. which always made him uncomfortable. Once he called you an idiot but it Only encouraged you more. It was the Yule ball and you were on “carriage Duty” to make sure No student goes in them during the ball to try anything “frisky” you already shooed away Several students. you wondered why you couldn’t just put a spell on the locks of all the carriages to make them seal up. but Dumbledore asked you out here. so here you were. wearing a fake Fur white jacket under your navy blue dress. you were told by one Professor your former Head of household that your dress was slightly too Deep cut in the front for a school event. 

to be fair you did ask for help with picking out an “appropriate dress” you got approval on this dress, she just didn’t realize how low it was. it wasn’t as low as the middle of your Rib cage. Dumbledore said it was fine since you were young and that it wasn’t like anyone would be paying attention to you. slightly backhanded comment but that was Dumbledore. 

you thought he meant that you weren’t going to be paid attention cause you would be too busy inside supervising.. in the warm castle. Not because he already decided you would be outside all night. watching carriages. 

“Miss Y/L/N.” you turned to see Professor Snape walk out he rubbed his hands as you spoke, ‘When will you start calling me Y/N?” 

“When you start stop Flirting with me.” 

you smiled as you looked at him, ‘oh so you figured that out huh?” he rolled his eyes as he spoke, ‘I am far too old for you.” 

holding your arms tightly for warmth more than anything you smiled brightly, “More experienced I would say. Not old.” 

Snape rolled his eyes, at that comment, “why do you insist on tormenting me?” 

“Because I like you? Is that so hard?” 

“yes,” he said flatly as he walked over as he spoke, “you’re relieved- you can go inside. Go.” 

Severus noticed the first week you arrived that his normal grumpy stern attitude that once made you dash off. didn’t have any effect on you anymore. you complexed him. you were a young, beautiful Witch Why would you bother him with this flirtation? more times than not he wanted to ask you to Hogsmeade to get drinks and to fall for that Honey trap you were setting but he didn’t trust it. the more you were around the more attractive he found you. and thoughts. he never thought he would have crept into his mind. tonight when he saw you in that navy blue dress he almost lost his balance and fell forward flat on his face. it was divine. the more he saw you in it. the more he wanted it off you. 

“I’m not a student anymore. you don’t have to sugarcoat it.” 

he looked at you stunned as she spoke, “if I wanted a boy. I would get one.. but I don’t want a boy. who fumbles around and have no idea what they are doing I want a man.” 

any self-control Severus had. disappeared hearing you say that he pulled you over as he gripped your neck firmly not too rough he didn’t want to hurt you but he wanted your full attention. “Fine, I’ll give you what you want. One Fuck to get me out of your system. get in a carriage.” he freed you pushing you forward as you gladly walked off into a carriage. he was half expecting you to dash off. and call him a dick not willingly go into a carriage. he followed in. as he turned you around pulling you into a deep kiss. you were right. he wouldn’t be soft and it drove you crazy. 

Now you didn’t have Sex in the carriage. you were as close as humanely possible to having sex in the carriage. both of you were basically undressed. cloths tossed around, and the windows were full of Steam. and both you and he were Revved up to go. when the carriage door. opened and Severus had to shield you with his body and use magic to magically shut the door. on some teenager who had the exact same idea as you both had. you both breathed deeply as you groaned, “Stupid kids.” Severus chuckled softly agreeing as he spoke, “go to my classroom.” I’m not done with you.” 

“Good. but how do we leave here without-” 

“Give me five minutes.” 

they both got dressed hastily as you used a spell to fix your hair and to be presentable. again as he slide out. as he screamed at some poor students and he scared off a handful of them. as it was clear you got out. and slipped inside. the school. and headed straight down to his apartment just off his classroom. it wouldn’t be the last time you slipped into his room. and it wouldn’t be your last. 

[renneliaselfship]

Deep in the forest; chapter 2

Rene finally stood up and went back to his normal height, in the fear of the moment he had made himself smaller by ten or maybe fifteen centimeters, even with that, he still had to look up at the intruder. He ignored the gasp that left Cornelia’s lips at seeing him grow in seconds. The intruder was still almost a head taller than him and looking closely, Rene realized he wouldn’t be able to win in a hand to hand battle.

Now that he didn’t need to worry about being killed at any second by the ice spear he started to study Cornelia. Two red horns decorated the forehead of the witch, horns bigger than his own, purple hair that barely touched the shoulders and covered the left eye. A white shirt with long sleeves, and red pants. That red had to be the most vivid red he had ever seen, compared to that, the small cloak covering half the upper body was a very normal red. Even with the long sleeve shirt and the cloak, he could still see some well defined muscles. “So,” he said, crossing his arms, “are you going to tell me what are you doing here?”

“Not so fast,” Cornelia said, “I told you what and who I am, it’s just fair for you to do the same, don’t you think?”

“Considering you’re an intruder the animals want dead,” he simply replied, “I think it would be better if you explained yourself first.” In reality they probably only wanted Cornelia gone from the forest and not dead but he was still the protector and would say anything that meant making Cornelia leave.

“Animals? I hadn’t seen one since I entered.”

“How long have you been here?” Rene asked, a frown in his face and a tone in his voice that denoted both surprise and anger, he wanted answers and was getting annoyed at not getting any.

“Around a week, now you answer me.”

A tch sound left Rene before sighing, “you weren’t wrong,” he said, Cornelia looked confused at that answer so he continued, “when you said I’m a demon, you weren’t wrong.”

“Demons can’t control flora, that is something only elfs can do.”

“That is correct,” he smiled, finally he felt like he had control of the conversation. “I am a demon that also happens to have the elf’s blood.”

“I never heard of something like that,” Cornelia stayed in silence for a moment, studying him, looking up and down, especially at the tail, that was definitely a demon’s tail. There were many questions Cornelia wanted to ask at the moment but decided to just ask, “should we move to my house?”

Rene doubted he heard that right and had Cornelia repeat the same question one more time. The first thing he thought was that it was impossible to make a house within a week, the more time he was in the presence of the witch the more questions he got. He dropped his arms to his side, “will you answer my questions if I go?”

“Absolutely.”

Then it wasn’t like he had an option, the feeling of leading the conversation mere moments ago had been nothing but an illusion. “You lead the way,” he said, his voice denoting how defeated he felt.

A smile appeared on the witch’s face, “follow me,” Cornelia walked in the opposite direction Rene had come from. He walked not so far behind. Had he gotten too confident and weak after spending years in the forest only with the animals?

He was still trying to come up with an answer as to whether the person in front of him was an enemy or not. Without realizing, he had a hand on his chin and the tip of his tail was near his head, “you work out a lot,” he said without thinking. He was looking for any type of weapon but he couldn’t see any, he closed his eyes. Maybe Cornelia didn’t need one, after all, he was almost killed by the witch just mere moments ago.

“I think maybe you just don’t work out at all,” he didn’t say anything to that. He decided to stay in silence until they arrived at Cornelia's house. He definitely needed to start training if he wanted to really protect the forest, the idea of people getting in without his knowledge and killing every animal there made him shiver.

It didn’t take long for a small house to be visible and he celebrated in his head.

“Are you going to answer my questions now?” He asked but Cornelia simply smiled at him.

It took a moment before a “why not,” left Cornelia’s lips. “Let’s get inside, I’ll prepare tea.”

The witch that had introduced herself as Cornelia came from a zone known for an eternal winter. It was like summer and other stations didn’t exist over there.

It was said that the people there were blessed by the gods with the power of controlling the ice and a body capable of surviving in the cold environment, the proof of that blessing were horns coming out of their foreheads. Horns that helped them not only to regulate their body temperature but also to use magic, that was why they were called the witches and wizards from the eternal winter, the winter witches and more recently, according to Cornelia Ice witches. No one else besides them could live there for long periods of time, even the most adventurous ones kept their distance. Even when outsiders of the zone ventured there, they couldn’t endure the cold temperatures for more than a week. The ice witches could live there and wear normal clothes in their daily life while outsiders had to wear many layers of clothing. Everyone that dared to go there said the same thing: they are really blessed to be able to live there.

Cornelia explained to Rene that the only reason she was there was because she wanted to see the world with her own eyes instead of just reading about it. When she heard the rumors of a cursed forest she didn’t think twice before heading her way there, she didn’t plan to leave until she saw what exactly the curse was.

“And now you have seen it,” Rene said when Cornelia ended her story, “so you’ll leave.”

“Well, that was my initial plan,” she said, the two of them were sitting in a small table inside her house, more than a house it was a cabin, it had a table, a bed and books scattered around, there wasn’t much she could do in a week’s time, “but I am curious about you and the animals I hadn’t see.”

Somehow, Rene expected that answer, “there aren’t others like me if that is what you want to know,” he said in a serious tone.

In the small table were two empty cups where they had drank tea and the cloak Cornelia had taken off the moment they entered the house. “Really?”

“Really,” he repeated, looking straight at Cornelia’s face, “now, the animals won’t show themselves in front of you so you’re wasting your time.”

Cornelia was sitting on top of some books she had piled as she only had one chair, she was sitting next to Rene and leaning closer to him, “is that so?” She asked, an intimidating aura surrounding her, “or you just want me gone because you’re afraid.”

He chuckled, “afraid?” He repeated the last word then he moved his tail until it was touching Cornelia’s neck, “I can kill you very easily, just a drop of venom and… gone.”

He was lying and it was obvious, he was sure Cornelia could attack him before he could try to do that.

They were getting closer to each other’s face, “ohh,” Cornelia said in a mocking tone, “that’s very demon-like of you.”

“I am one after all.”

“But I think you know you can’t win,” after saying those words, Rene was surrounded by ice spears, Cornelia smiled and crossed her arms. In that position, the muscles of her arms were more noticeable.

“Let’s make a treat,” she said with a smile and just like that, the intimidation disappeared, “you tell me about you and this forest and then I leave.”

“Huh?” Rene couldn’t help but say, “why?”

“I told you, didn’t I?” She put her arms on her hips, “I want to see the world, if there aren’t other demon elfs then of course I’m curious!” Hearing the excitement in her voice and how her right eye was shining, Rene forgot the ice surrounding him for a moment. “There wasn’t a lot of information about demons in my village… or the surrounding ones,” she made the ice disappear and extended her right hand, “so? It’s a win-win situation, don’t you think?”

“Just promise one thing,” Rene said after realizing he had stayed in silence for a few seconds.

“What is it?”

“That potion you mentioned earlier,” he started.

“Hmm? Oh, the one that made my presence disappear?” Cornelia asked, she had forgotten about that completely but it seemed Rene still had that on his mind as he nodded at her question, “what about it?”

“Do not distribute it around.”

“Is that all? Deal!”

Still hesitant, Rene extended his hand and shook Cornelia’s hand. Then he stood up from his chair, “I’ll leave now.” He announced and started to walk towards the door, Cornelia also stood up and he heard the pile of books falling down.

“Why? We just made a deal!”

“I have to explain everything to the animals, I’ll come back tomorrow so better be around.” He didn’t wait for an answer before leaving.

He didn’t want to face the animals. He didn’t want to explain the situation. And more importantly, he didn’t want to accept that he was completely useless against a witch. He could just be glad Cornelia was just curious about him and the forest, otherwise… he shook his head trying to ignore the worst possible scenario that appeared in his mind again.

“That lynx will surely try to kill me,” he said to himself sighing, he walked slowly towards the place he knew the animals were waiting for him.

[ateezinmymind]

ateez and their size kink

warning: smut, fem! reader

requested by anon,, thank you so much!! i hope this is okay.. i’m sorry if it’s not— i’m on the taller side so— i’m like :/ eh?

hongjoong:

to be one hundred percent honest i think he wouldn’t be one to say he’d have that kink ..at first !!

but the way you would just look so cute under him while he’s railing into you... he’s like wait

he’d love to run his hands all over you just to see the comparison

cups your boobs/chest

because he’s shorter.. he’d never put it away

like ALWAYS teasing you..

“hey joongie” you call from your room to your lover in the living room. making him enter the room to you laying on the bed, sprawled out on your back- causing his dick to twitch in his pants from the sight of your body. your robe the only thing on your body, loosely fit and opened, letting your glistening heat be the center of attention.

“naughty little baby... what are you doing?” he growls out coming to the edge of the bed, grabbing ahold of your ankles to pull you closer to his growing member. gasping out from the sudden jerk and now close proximity to his tent- you stutter out your best “mmmh- i need you p-pretty please?”

“and what exactly does my baby need?” he says lowly, now squeezing your thighs deliciously in his hands. making you shiver, “your cock.”

“is that right?” hongjoong hums out when he brings his hands down to rake up your stomach and to your beautiful breasts. causing you to whine more and put your hands over his, and then to his zipper- fumbling with it while chanting and repeating “yes”

he just watches the pout form upon your lips when your hands are too shaky, so when you huff out- hongjoong immediately pushes you back down and shows you how to do it properly. ending with him fucking your tiny pussy before he could even take off his clothes.

“little baby... so small”

seonghwa:

cocky #1

melts his heart honestly.. like how??

DIRTY TALKER

or more like dirty praises?

please let him cum in your tiny pussy

HE WILL FILL YOU FULL

he wondered if it was just affecting him- how small you were in comparison.

you were so small and cute, it made seonghwa become someone he had to calm down. constantly touching you, you were his little thing to fuck and love- not anyone else’s

“you like that huh? my thick cock stretching your tiny pussy?” he growls right against the shell of your ear, while you throw your head back into his neck letting out moans of pleasure.

“yes, yes! seonghwa you’re so big”

and always when you did your chanting about how much you were in admiration for his bigger size, immediately and always made seonghwa want to bust.

it was something he took so much pride into, like yes. yes he was so big, only for you- and he would never live it down, constantly reminding you in anyway that you were on the lower level.

“mmmh gonna fuck my cum in you yeah? you want that? to fill you so full it’ll spill out of your tiny hole?”

just give him the go ahead and he’ll let go.

only to fuck you over and over again until everything spills to your thighs and onto the bedsheets

yunho:

please wear his clothes

he LOVES to fuck you in his big hoodie/shirt

TUMMY BULGE!!

he knows he big so he’s extremely careful when you’re so much smaller

cockwarming!!

but deep down he really wants to destroy you

as he watches his cock slide in and out of your wet heat from his hovering stance. yunho’s hands veiny, under your (his) clothes and resting on your stomach- he feels himself poke from your inners.

the feeling sending him into oblivion, hips frantic- but gentle hearing every whimper fall from your little lips and how your walls clench desperately around him.

“baby? s-stop clenching so hard” groaning out watching your eyes roll back and body to grow limp in his big hoodie covering your top half, yunho feels himself start to lose control

“b-but i can’t- you feel so good yuyu” moaning out blissfully. each word and sounds making him grow hotter and harder

your legs spread apart so wonderfully for him, as he fucks into your body cushioned on the bed. the morning sun peeking ever so slightly from the window blinds, lighting the room- such a beautiful setting for such lewd antics

slapping sounds, so erotic- waking up wanting and needing you, yunho had caved in

you were so small, but by far the warmest- pleasurable feeling

yeosang:

he’d be like ... wow ... tiny

hahahHAHAH jkjk no

but he’d be soooo AMAZED

like.. for real would think he’s going to break you

i think he would really like you to give him HANDJOBS!!

your tiny hands wrapped around him— fuck

he didn’t think that watching a show on tv, with you sitting on the floor while he in the sofa- you between his legs. that he’d be getting hard and actually cause you to crack first.

no way was yeosang going to interrupt your show for a little bedroom playtime, so when it was you who made the first move- things set sail

your fingers brushing over his tip, gathering his leaking arousal- yeosang kept his eyes down watching every move of your small digits and the way both your hands jacking him off looked.

you made him feel huge, and it was true

“y/n- fuck” bucking his hips up, yeosang twitches closer to the edge

having no idea why you’re making him feel close so fast, you just were irresistible with those small features…. all so tempting-

“you can’t even wrap your hands around me~”

but just wait until after he grunts out his dirty comments and amazement, and cums over your hands- it’ll make him hard all over again, and then he’ll compare his size to the tightness of your cunt

san:

cocky #2

are we surprised? not really no

but there’s two things.. does he want to rip you apart or spare you the delicacy?

DEPENDS ON HIS MOOD

if he’s hornyyyy- it’s game over

he’ll do the whole nine— but you better beg

okay doggy would be a position you and san spend having sex in quite a lot.

especially if he’s feeling greedy and pretty much like the most prideful man on earth- because.. i mean he’s the biggest compared to the little baby you are.

“this small pussy takes my big cock so well huh?” he questions you in a low level moan while gripping ahold of your hips tightly

hitting in you perfectly every time, cries of pleasure rip out of you- as your arms can’t keep your upper body up any longer. “mmm- yes! only for you!”

san loves holding his hands on the small of your back while moving his hips in deliberately- making you fall apart just to his doing. your moans made him gleam with delight. and he couldn’t get enough.

so when san pulls out of your sopping cunt- leaving your orgasm to fade away into the midst of no pleasure. and you begin the begging

oh boy. “sannie! n-no don’t stop!! please stretch me out!” with a pout on your lips and hands trailing down to play with your clit- “i need your big cock~”

he’s back in- pounding into you like no tomorrow.. better yet, you’ll be going on until tomorrow- up all night, ripping orgasm after orgasm from your little body

mingi:

princess boy would think you were so cute

omg like :O

YOU ON TOP = MOANING MESS

your small body taking his big everything would make him so bananas

like.. please RIDE HIS THIGHS

climbing on the thickness of mingi’s thighs, two things were going to happen. one; he was going to take in every second of your show and not take any of it further for him, or two; bring the aftermath of it upon you. meaning you caused this achingly hard erection to occur with the friction of your pussy against his thighs, so why don’t you just be so kind and take care of it?

seeing you on top of his spread legs, bouncing yourself up and down his dick- made him feel warmth succumb every part of his body.

“y/n, baby- yes!” deep moans into the air, head thrown back, adam’s apple bobbing. mingi wouldn’t have it any other way

your thighs straddling him, his cock sheathed into you at the pace you make for yourself- all of it was pure bliss

mostly it was when you reached your high. that he couldn’t take it any longer.

your hands gripping tightly into his shoulders, as you continuously abused your sweet hole with him, clenching, moaning- throwing yourself forward to his chest.

once you hit your climax, mingi needs to pull out to spurt his cum over the small of your stomach. absolutely covering you with his white paint. so much of it- just to be splattered about, all over your panting and heaving self was absolutely pristine

wooyoung:

cocky #3

holy hell, YOURE GOING TO NEED HELP

he will ALWAYS make sure you know just how small you really are

like... oh? you can’t reach that? too bad

SO RUDEEE (not really but like) TEASE!

SUCK HIM OFF PLEASE!! he’ll get so whiny

“you little whore huh? really that’s what you are! a tiny little wh- uH~!”

constantly. everytime he’d ramble about having his thick big dick in the smallest little thing of a mouth you have, giving him just a quick suck and pump of your hands- sent wooyoung into a babbling mess.

to the point where you’d have him bucking up with need- because all you do is be small. that’s it.

be the small thing he gets to fuck and love.

oh? you’re hungry? take his cock. oh? you’re bored? take his cock.

it was simple yet exciting. you loved taking him in every way. and he loved the way you- so little yet so proud and confident that wooyoung wouldn’t let it go.

“you j-just can’t get enough can you?” as soon as the stuttering comes repeatedly- it was a cue for you to brace yourself for a load of his seed.

lips wrapped tight around him, your wet little tongue licking and ravishing…. what a sight.

it’s even better when it’s decorated with the milky white of his cum~

jongho:

something inside him will unlock

and he will want to suddenly make you a MESS

MANHANDLING i swear on it

he will lift you up just in regular life

AND in the bedroom

DOES ALL SORTS OF FUCKING- against the wall, standing, etc

it was the little whine that escaped your mouth when jongho had picked you up from the floor and onto the counter when you two were making out- that he knew, fuck yes.

“oh? you’re becoming more and more dumb each time i fuck your tight pussy, hmm” jongho can help the lowness of his voice to become while feeling the way you get even tighter around him, “maybe i ought to fuck you with something else but my cock?”

“no! no! y-your cock please mmmmh- only yours jongho!” your pleading whines that turn into moans into the crook of his neck, for the way he holds you leaves you no choice but to throw your head into

having your body pinned against the wall, so small- easy to use in his advantage and liking

jongho enjoyed the way you were able to be taken anywhere, and in any way. while even during the normal of the day in life- and your going about in public, how you constantly pressed your tiny hands against his abdomen holding him close. jongho, either had a hand cupping your ass or you palming him

no matter the circumstance. jongho lives to see the baby he loves- so small and sweet be needy and breakable to his every demand…

[tokyyovie]

hey!! i love ur work and i wanted to know if i could request another irl!dream x reader :0! maybe where he's doing a no mic stream and at some point he like leaves and the reader starts playing without him or stream knowing? and then he comes back n it's all fluffy :D

prince charming

+ (irl!dream x gn!reader) includes swearing, use of dream’s real name :] also nsfw reference at the end but not rlly

+ A/N: ofc! and sorry this took so long😭 i forgot ab this request also not proofread im lazy

“I’m gonna stream,” Dream mumbled into the crook of your neck, his arms loosely draped around your shoulders.

“What? Right now?” You frowned. You were sat in his lap, a movie playing in front of you, more as background noise than anything, because you two were never really watching. This happened quite frequently between the two of you, after you’d fight over which movie to watch, of course.

“Mhmm, I need to practice for manhunts. I haven’t practiced in ages, god.”

“So you’d rather stream and play a video game than watch a movie with me?” You put on a front, you knew he wouldn’t fall for it, but it was worth the try.

“Oh come on now! I’ve been spending time with you since we woke up. Also, we’re not even watching the stupid movie and you know it.” Your boyfriend sputtered.

“Hey! This movie is not stupid.”

“It is when you’ve seen it 3 times within 2 days, you idiot,” He chuckled, a knowing smirk on his lips. You looked at him with puppy eyes, trying a new approach to get him to stay. Honestly, you just wanted to see how much you could push him.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes and you tried not to smile. “Ugh, fine. Come on, you can stay with me while I stream. I guess I’ll just do a no-mic stream for you, you little brat.”

The last phrase came out in mumbles as you got off his lap happily. “What was that?”

“Nothing.”

He set up his stream, the viewers flooding in even if he wasn’t talking at all. You watched from behind him, smiling whenever he put a small ‘<3’ in chat, or when he’d fail a clutch and let out a frustrated sigh that only you could hear.

The chat was going really fast, but you could just barely catch some people bringing up dreamnotfound even if George wasn’t even there, and you held back a giggle.

He would try and explain how to land his clutch in minecraft to you, but you were listening more to his voice than his words. But you nodded anyway.

He finally landed it, and you clapped along with him. You admired how motivated he was and having to listen to his groans of frustration was way worth the smile on his face when he finally got it.

“Oh my gosh, I have to pee so bad, wait,” He got up, leaving his stream on as he quickly patted you on the shoulder, leaving the room to go pee.

You hummed, resting your chin on your palm. Chat was going wild, even if Clay had been afk for only a few seconds so far. An idea struck your mind, and you sat in his chair, controlling his Minecraft character. You knew things about the game, and you’d occasionally play it with him and sometimes his friends. You could never be as good as him, of course.

You made his bright green avatar crouch in third person, punching at the screen. Chat was going at 50 kilometers per hour (even at slow mode) and it was absolutely pointless to try and keep up. You honestly didn’t know how your boyfriend did it. You teleported back up to where he was attempting to do the clutch, and tried it for yourself. It couldn’t possibly be that hard, right?

Wrong.

Your lips went flat as you failed it, though it wasn’t a surprise to you. You were about to go attempt the jump again when-

“You suck at this game.”

Dream’s voice made you jump in your seat, as you went to turn around and face him. Your sudden movement made you fall over backwards, a squeal leaving your lips.

“Cl- wOAHHUA,”

“Oh my G- Woah, okay, I got you, I got you!” The taller boy quickly swooped down, impossibly catching you even if you thought you were about to break your spine from impact.

You felt like you were in some dramatic rom-com because your eyes connected for a few seconds while you were in his arms, really near the floor, not to mention.

Then he burst out in laughter, finally letting you get out of his tight, protective grip.

“You’re so stupid,” He wheezed. You rolled your eyes, though unable to stop the smile quickly creeping onto your features. Soon, the two of you were rolling on the floor laughing. (Yes, Literally.)

“Shut up! You fucking scared me!” You said between the uncontrollable laughter your voice was filling the air with.

You two would pause, finally stopping the hurt in your gut and cheeks from the laughing, and look at each other in the eyes. Just for you to fall back into uncontrollable giggles once again.

“A-are yo-you okay? You okay?” He snickered, finally stopping. (Not without a few chuckles leaving his and your mouths.)

“You ask me after I fall and almost break my back!” You spit, watching his cheeks glow red.

“Don’t worry, you dont have to fall for that to happen. I can totally do it mys-” You smacked him on the arm, your mouth gaping open at his words.

“Shut up, you’re gross!”

“What? You’re the gross one, I meant I could totally just push you off the- the bed!” He stammered, coming up with pathetic excuses as you two were breathlessly laughing once more, your asses hurting from still being on the floor for so long.

“Just kidding, princess. Your prince charming will always catch ya when you fall, hm?”

You grinned, rolling your eyes again at him as he lightly pressed his pinkish lips against yours.

Stream was probably worried, but that didn’t matter to the two of you anyway. You’d much rather spend time with each other.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

┌─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐

A flight away

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—summary: You have been gaming with corpse for a few months now and the both of you have grown close to each other. Corpse started to feel comfortable around you and ultimately asked you to come see him in California. You live on the other side of the country and Even though the trip was long, it was so worth it.

—Genre: fluff

—warning: nothing, just wholesome content, reader is short in this

—word count: 1.5k

—Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission

—Comment and reblogs welcome!

You and corpse have been friends for a couple of months now. You met through rae who was desprate to put you in her friends group. Instantly you clicked with corpse; he was kind and welcoming to you making you feel like you've been in the group since the beginning.

After your first game, corpse asked you to join some of his games, vice versa. You both played together, laughed together, joked together, even playfully trashed talked each other. You loved being around him and you couldn't deny the feelings you were feeling for him.

Secretly corpse felt the same way about you. With the time you spent together, he developed feelings for you, at first he thought he was just dreaming, but no, he started to notice it wasn't, it was an actual feeling.

One night corpse got an idea to ask you to come visit him. He know you lived all the way on the other side of the country, and he know you both called and facetimed often but he was dying to see you in real life.

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When corpse finished his stream, he leaned back in his chair as he picked up his phone. He opened your contact. He hesitated at first, not sure he wanted to text you, but then he decided to put his nervousness aside and do something he was scared to do for a change.

Hey, I wanted to ask you something

You, who was on the other side of the country in your home laying in bed, picked up your phone to see a text from corpse. You smiled to yourself as you saw your favorite contact.

Ok, what is it corpsie?

When corpse received your text, he chuckled softly at the nickname you had gave him.

I just wanted to ask you if we could meet? You don't have to say yes, but I'm dying to see you irl you know

You gasped quietly. He was asking to meet you, YOU! You never expected him to ask.

You took a few minutes to silently cheer before you answer his text.

Holy shit yes! I'll book Myself a flight right now. I'll text you when I'm on a plane.

Corpse chuckled. He was so fucking happy you were coming to see him.

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Hours went by and corpse was waiting for your text. He couldn't sleep of course which made the wait even harder. Around 2 am he got a text from you.

My flight is in an hour. I'll be seeing you soon! Get some sleep corpsie, I'll be there when you wake up.

It was real, you both were going to meet soon. He was was nervous and excited at the same time. He took your request and Went to sleep after a few minutes of trying.

5 hours later corpse woke up to a phone call. He groaned and picked up his phone, not bothering to look who it was. "hello?" His voice was extremely deep as he spoke. "Hi, corpse. I'm here."

When corpse noticed it was you he instantly got up from his bed. "Your here, here?

Your laugh on the other side of the phone filled corpse ears. "Yes, I'm here, here. Now come open the door, I need to see you."

Corpse laughed as he reached his front door. You heard it click before it swung open. You stood in front of corpse with a huge smile on your face. Corpse had on a hoodie that covered his head full of curls. He was tall, way taller than you making you feel like a little ant.

"oh my gosh, it's you!" You said followed by a giggle. "It's me." Corpse smiled at you. "Well come in." Corpse move, letting you in. You walked into the warm house and placed your bag on the floor. "I'm so happy I'm here."

You turned to corpse with a smile. "Thank you for proposing the idea. Now can I hug you?" You tilted your head the the side hoping he would say yes. To your surprise he did. Corpse pulled you into a hug. You were engulfed by his warmth and scent. It was very relaxing to you. After a few seconds you both pulled away.

Corpse invited you into the living room, you both took a seat on the couch and caught up. You told him about the flight and how it flew by fast. Corpse listened to you with a smirk. You definitely saw it and it made your stomach flip.

"so what have you been up to here corpsie?" You scooted closer to him and listened as he began to talk. "Well streaming, making music, suffering, you know the usual." Corpse trailed off with a soft, inaudible chuckled.

"yeah I know." You both sat in a comfortable silence once you finished your comment. You managed to scoot closer to corpse and rest your head on his shoulder. You couldn't see it, but there was a smile on his face.

Corpse turned and looked at you. You turned and looked up into his eyes, a smile rested on your face, but soon it fell when corpse kissed you.

At first you were caught off guard, but soon you warmed up to his lips and kissed him back. Corpse hand came to your side and held you as your hand came to his cheek pulling him close.

The kiss was pretty heated, you could feel the fireworks interrupt between you two. A minute of kissing ended when you both had to pull away for air.

"wow, I wasn't expecting that." You mumbled breathlessly. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me." "No it's okay." You quickly said. "I actually wanted to do that for a while."

Corpse pressed his lips into a thin line before sucking in his breath. "Yeah me too. I probably should've told you I like you before dragging you out here."

You sighed. "Well I should've told you how I liked you before you dragged me out here."

Corpse laughed. "Well I'm Happy you're here. I can't wait to spend time with you." You smiled softly at corpse. "I can't wait to spend time with you as well." You placed a kiss on his cheek before you rested your head back on his shoulder.

You weren't sure how long you were going to spend in San Diego, but you're happy you flew across the country to visit corpse, and confessed your feelings for him. It was worth it.

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This is so bad, sorry

[cyncerity]

Shifter!Tommy AU,

We’ve had a lot of Tubbo nomming Tommy but what about Ranboos first time nomming Tommy?? Maybe Tommy got overwhelmed somehow and Ranboo was the only one around.,,.

I kinda combined ideas for this one, but I saw a common trend here and I had to do it lmao

(I’m also gonna do what I always do with these and ping Roman here so he sees I answered his ask and then answer the other anon with a link to this story so they see I answered their ask)

@baka-monarch

tw: vore, cursing

Tommy had come up with a simple enough plan: get Ranboo to eat him. But it was turning out to be easier said than done.

He and Tubbo had spent a while trying to come up with a way to somehow get Tommy down their taller friend’s throat as a joke. He’d never eaten Tommy despite the numerous times he’d seen Tubbo do it, and had never expressed any interest in ever doing it at all. Hell, Ranboo had at one point straight up refused to eat Tommy. Which led the clingy duo to where they were now: listing the least noticeable and fatal ways for Tommy to end up in Ranboo’s gut. Have Tommy get in his mouth while he slept? No, Ranboo might choke and either spit him out or die, neither being the wanted outcome. Hide in food? No, Tommy’d get chewed. Liquid? No, he’d be seen to easily or drown. But, ice cream seemed to work. Ranboo didn’t chew that, and Tommy could still be hidden and not drown! It was perfect!

***

Looking back, it was not perfect. Tommy knew from experience how hot stomachs could be, so he’d made sure to wear lighter clothes, which he was now regretting. He was fucking freezing! It had somehow completely slipped his mind that ice cream was, yknow, cold. So he sat shivering under 2 scoops of strawberry ice cream, waiting for Ranboo to put him in his mouth and finally give him warmth. God dammit, why was Ranboo so slow? He’d have eaten a whole goddamn thing of ice cream by now if he was normal sized-

Tommy’s thoughts were cut off by freezing metal touching his back, and he barely suppressed a surprised yelp. He felt himself get lifted up almost nauseatingly fast, and he barely had time to press himself into the ice cream more to keep out of Ranboo’s sight. Finally, fucking finally, he was put into the hot mouth and felt the metal get pulled out from underneath him. Now all he had to do was wait.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long. He though that Ranboo would have felt his weight in his mouth, but apparently he was too small to be felt at the moment. It wasn’t long before he felt his feet enter the throat behind him, sucking him down the narrow tube that led to Ranboo’s stomach. Part of Tommy’s brain wondered if it would take longer to reach the organ since Ranboo was so tall. The other part was entirely focused on keeping him still, knowing that one wrong flinch could alert Ranboo that something was up. Soon enough, he was dropped into the hollow organ, landing in a pile of somewhat melted ice cream. He didn’t mind to much, since it was much warmer but not as overbearingly hot as it could be. Now he just had to wait.

***

Ranboo finished eating his ice cream and set the empty bowl down only to look back at Tubbo and receive the most mischievous, excited, shit-eating grin he’d ever received. Ranboo almost immediately shrank back under the gaze as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise. “What’s going on, what did you do?” Ranboo asked, genuinely scared if the answer. “Oh, it’s not what I did,” Tubbo responded, “it’s what you just did.” Ranboo chose to ignore the cryptic answer and turned on the tv to distract himself.

An hour later, he paused the tv and turned to Tubbo, still somewhat stuck on what the weird look could have been for, but now concerned for another reason. “Hey, didn’t Tommy say he was coming tonig- oh no there’s the look again.” Ranboo said. “Hm? What look?” Tubbo answered, very much aware of the fake innocent expression he wore. “That face. You did something. What did you do and what does it have to do with me.” Ranboo was starting to become more anxiety ridden then confused, but Tubbo’s grin simply widened. “Well, it doesn’t have to do with you so much as it has to do with Tommy.” was the only answer Ranboo got before Tubbo unpaused the tv, turning the volume up louder every time Ranboo went to clarify something. Eventually, Ranboo got fed up. He pulled up discord and turned off the tv, much to Tubbo’s annoyance, and had to call 3 times before Tommy finally picked up.

“Ranboo? Sorry, I was taking a nap, what’s up?” Tommy yawned. “Oh, ok. That makes sense I guess. Tubbos acting weird and you said you’d be over today so I just didn’t know where you were.” Ranboo replied, sighing in relief. At least, until he heard the next sentence. “What do you mean? I’m already at your house.” Tommy groggily responded. Ranboo froze. ‘What was that supposed to mean?’ “So…are you, like, at the driveway or something??” Ranboo asked, standing up off his couch to pace in frustration. Tommy just responded sounding more confused but thankfully at least more awake now. “Wait, wait. Have you not figured it out yet? Has Tubbo not told you? Or at least given you a few hints or something??”

Ranboo looked back up to Tubbo, who just sat watching the conversation happen. “Tommy asked if you’ve ‘told me’ yet, and I’m kind of scared to figure out what that means.” “Oh you’ll see, bossman.” Tubbo replied. And just like that, Tommy hung up. Great. “You know, this is actually nerve wracking, knowing you two. You better not have done something stupid.” Ranboo sighed, flopping back on the couch. “That fully depends on what you qualify as stupid.” Tubbo shrugged. “I think it’s perfectly normal, though you’ve showed a bit of a differing opinion on that statement in the past.” “Why are you being so cryptic right now??” “I just thought you’d be able to guess it by now is all. Maybe Tommy could make it a bit easier for you.” Tubbo yelled emphasizing the last few words as he nonchalantly leaned closer to Ranboo’s midsection. Ranboo was only a few seconds away from putting it together when he suddenly felt something growing inside him. He shot off the couch and grabbed at his stomach as the growing stopped, a horrified look on his plastered on his face. He head Tubbo snicker from behind him, and vaguely registered that he was holding a camera, but his mind was now focused entirely on every minor movement in his gut. How could he have not noticed before? How small was Tommy a few seconds earlier? How small do you have to be to be in someone’s belly completely undetected? Well, it didn’t matter now, since he was already in there. “Jesus, finally! Took you long enough, Boob!” And oh great, Tommy is audible now.

“How did you get…in there?” Ranboo asked, still staring down at where his hands rested on him stomach. “Ice cream. It was cold as hell, too, I’ll tell you that. Mostly gone now, though.” “W-Why would you do that?! Something bad could’ve happened! I could’ve killed you!! Do you know how easy it would have been for me to accidentally bite you in half?!” “Who the fuck bites ice cream?” Tommy replied nonchalantly. “I think you’re missing the point here.” He could feel Tommy shrug from where he was leaned against his stomach, and winced at the movement. How did Tubbo put up with this? Just knowing where Tommy was was stressing him out, but knowing that Tommy was completely at his will was worse. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt Tommy, he was one of his best friends, he wouldn’t even consider it, but knowing that something could happen to his from where he was was…not fun to think about. Ranboo didn’t even realize he’d been increasing the pressure on his stomach until Tommy called out to him. “Hey big man, you’re kinda squishing me here!” Ranboo pulled his hands off his stomach quickly, as he continued to stare down at his stomach, the panic on his face becoming clearer with every breath.

Tubbo stopped his recording and set his phone down as he walked closer to Ranboo. “Are you ok, Boo? You look…distressed, to say the least?” “Maybe because I am?” Ranboo replied quickly, turning to glare at Tubbo. “Maybe it’s because I didn’t have an option but to swallow him and I never wanted to in the first place because it’s uncomfortable and weird and-“

Ranboo got cut off as he felt movement from inside him again, but somehow different from before. Instead of just the haphazard moving that Tommy had been doing earlier, he felt him rubbing at the front of his stomach, making his breath hitch. The internal massage felt…way better than he would have guessed. Actually, looking back on times when Tubbo had swallowed Tommy, he had seen the shorter boy laying back with a hand over his stomach looking completely at peace on multiple occasions. He could only assume that this was why. As he was still wrapping his head around the feeling, Tommy spoke out. “Sorry, Ranboo. Honest. Me and Tubbo knew you didn’t want to do this and we staged it anyway. You can spit me out if it’s really making you that uncomfortable.”

Ranboo sighed and placed a hand back over his stomach, sitting back down on his couch and motioning for a somewhat confused Tubbo to join him, which he did. “It’s alright, as long as you two don’t do this again. I don’t want to have to be the one to tell you morons when something is a bad idea, but apparently I have to since you two clearly can’t figure it out on your own, because this was a really bad idea. Tommy, you’re really lucky that nothing went wrong and Tubbo’s lucky that I’m a nice person who’s not gonna try to get him back for this.” Ranboo said, glaring at Tubbo at the last bit, at which Tubbo mumbled out an apology and stared down at his lap. “Ok, so, does that mean I have to get out or not?” Tommy asked after a few moments of silence. “Were you listening to anything I just said?” “It’s a yes or no question, Ranboo.”

Ranboo groaned and put his face in his hands. “Fine. I guess you can stay in there.” “Hell yeah!” Tommy mumbled as he moved to find another comfortable spot to lay down. “I wouldn’t celebrate yet,” Ranboo interrupted, “you’re only staying in there right now because I have literally no clue how to get you out.”

He felt Tommy freeze and saw Tubbo’s eyes widen. And despite them being unable to hear each other, they both had the same simultaneous reaction;

“Shit.”

[griffintail]

I love all the parental stuff you write, it’s all so amazing!! And I may have been thinkin about it a lot while at work, and I originally wrote this idea/prompt thing down on some receipt paper, but anyway!!

Y’know how Dream manipulated Tommy during Exile? Well, how would Dream react if a similar thing happened to his own child? If his child had been taken from him somehow, and is made to believe that no one loved or cared about them, that they had to behave a certain way if they wanted any smidge of affection, etc.? Like the kid, when Dream’s gotten them back that is, is obviously touch starved and sleep deprived and so many other things, but they don’t mention any of it because they’d been explicitly told doing so wasn’t allowed?

About how many pieces would Dream’s heart shatter into? I must know.

-Signed Angsty Anon from a Fast Food Joint🍔🍟

That’s a mood, I have an actual notebook I have at work to write work stuff...I write more in it about my prompts than my work stuff. I hope it’s to your satisfaction!

Little Terror

Pairings: Parental Dream x F! Reader

Part 2

WARNINGS! : TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, IMPLIED ABUSED, MANIPULATION, BLOOD, IMPLIED VIOLENCE

DO NOT READ IF THESE MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE AND/OR CAUSE A TRIGGER!

       (Y/N) was Dream’s kid. Dream didn’t have to worry, that’s what he told himself.

        When she wanted to go with that…boy…he knew she’d beat the shit out of him if he got out of line. He taught her how to do that. She assured him though, there would be no need for that. They were in love and they’d be ok.

        He should have listened to his fucking instincts. He knew he should have.

        He found out by accident what was going on.

        Dream trusted his little girl, she’d be ok, she was strong…but she was still his little girl and George and Sapnap were about to break Dream’s neck if they heard one more time how Dream was worried.

        So.

        The three of them went to where the pair had moved out. Dream remembered letting his little princess move away.

        “I’ll be fine daddy.” She gave her sweet laugh as she slung her inventory bag on her shoulder. “Trent’s a good guy.”

        “I just wish you’d let me meet the boy.” Dream huffed, his mask on top of his head.

        “He lives so far away; I don’t want to force him to come all the way here and you need to keep everyone in check.” She grinned, a sparkle in her eye. “I’ll write, I promise. I know if I don’t Uncle George will cry.”

        Dream laughed quietly as he nodded. “Yeah, he would. Just, be careful out there, alright sweetheart?”

        (Y/N) put a hand on her sword. “I’m not the little terror for nothing.”

        It had been so sudden but she wanted to be close to this boy she had started dating. She hadn’t written though as of late and he had begun to worry when for a few months, it just didn’t come. That’s what sent them out with Eret in charge.

        “Come on, she’ll be fine.” Sapnap nudged him, hands in his pockets. “She’s your little terror.”

        Dream smiled lightly behind his mask. “Yeah. We’ll see there’s nothing…I just worry and I have been missing her.”

        Three-day travel on foot, they made it to the village where (Y/N) said this guy lived on the outskirts of. It wasn’t hard to find the larger house outside the village and they came up, Dream knocking on the door. It took a moment but the door opened, (Y/N) looking at him, but…it didn’t look like his little girl. Her eyes were dull, with no spark to them as bags were collected under them. She had no smile on her face either but everything looked perfect and trim about her.

        Her eyes went wide seeing Dream’s eyes as his mask was on the side of his face, sputtering.

        “You…I—You don’t trust me?” She questioned.

        Thousands of alarm bells were going off in his head and a thousand more went off after her words.

        “What? Of course, I do (Y/N).” He gave her a light smile. “I just missed my princess, so did Sapnap and George.” He motioned to the men behind him. “So, we came to surprise you, surprise.”

        She didn’t hold any sort of excitement in her eyes. Trent’s words echoed in her head as she watched the man in front of her.

        If he really loved you, he’d trust you to be ok with me. Right? Because I love you and I trust you.

        “I…I think it’s best if you guys leave.” She muttered.

        Dream stood there as Sapnap and George were looking at each other in shock.

        “Why? We came out here to see—” As he spoke Dream reach a hand over to put it on her shoulder but she flinched back from him and all movement and thought stopped.

        She flinched from him. Why would she flinch from him?

        Dream had seen men flinch from him before; Tommy, Wilbur, most of the L’Manberg people did after the war. But that was because he hurt them…

        “What happened?” Dream asked carefully.

        “I-I-I don’t-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She sputtered, her mind running rapidly.

        She couldn’t tell him, that was the number one rule!

        “(Y/N), it’s me. Dream, dad. I’m here.” He spoke carefully. “What, happened?”

        “What’s going on here?” Dream heard from behind him and (Y/N) shrank back behind the door slightly.

        Dream didn’t not like the picture he was making and the tall, lanky man appearing did not help matters. The man was slightly taller than Dream but Dream slipped on his mask as he was anything but intimidated.

        “You Trent?” Dreamed asked, stepping forward.

        Trent looked to (Y/N) and then back to the man coming towards him.

        “Yeah, what’s it to you?”

        “I’m her father and I want to know what the hell you’ve been doing with her?”

        Sapnap stood a few steps behind Dream as George stood by the door.

        “I have no idea what you’re talking—”

        Dream simply shoved the man and he fell over. The masked man stood over him, his hands on his hips.

        “What, did you do, to my little girl?”

        Trent tried to kick Dream’s leg but Dream was quick to react, sidestepping his foot and instead stepping on the other man’s chest and putting his sword point to his throat.

        “(Y/N).” Dream looked over at her, lifting his mask up enough to smile at her. “Go get your stuff, George will help you.”

        She hesitated by the door as George stepped towards her carefully.

        “Come on kid,” George said quietly to her and she nodded slowly.

        She walked inside, Dream sliding his mask on as he grinned sinisterly behind it as he tilted his head as he looked at the man under his foot.

        “Now, why don’t we have a little chat?” Dream laughed.

        George was very careful not to make too fast of movements after seeing her flinch at Dream. He helped her pack the few things she had; George was concerned as he felt like she had less than what she actually left with. As he gathered everything up, he also saw how little she had in the way of personal belonging, such as pictures. The most significate thing he didn’t see was her old mask and that concerned him greatly. The color-blind man was worried about what Dream would do.

        The pair came out, George carrying her bags to see Dream without his mask on, his hands in his hoodie pockets as Sapnap smirked next to him with no Trent in sight. George could spot the small bit of blood under the cuff of Dream’s sleeve. There was no blood on his weapons, so it was safe to assume he had used his actual hands and the other man was probably alive but he was never going to be the same.

        “Hey sweetheart, let’s go home.” Dream smiled gently as he nodded his head.

        Her hands twitched but she walked beside the three of her family members. Dream was on her right as George was on her left and Sapnap behind the group. The group of them walked in silence towards the Dream SMP land. As night started to drop, Sapnap and George made camp, and Dream and (Y/N) sat by the campfire.

        When the two other men were going for firewood, Dream looked as (Y/N), who was playing with the end of her shirt.

        “I don’t know what he did.” Dream said and she jumped slightly, making him frown deeply. “And you don’t have to tell me right away, but I’m here sweetheart. I’m never going to leave you alone again.”

        She hugged herself as she looked around at their surroundings, expecting Trent to come out of anywhere.

        “I’m not supposed to talk about it.” She whispered. “But did you come because you loved me?”

        “Of course, I did.” He assured her and she hugged herself tighter. “Can I hug you, kiddo?”

        “I-I-I-” She stuttered.

        He carefully scooted over and first put a hand on her shoulder. She stiffened and Dream waited before he pulled her into a hug. With the hug, her entire body relaxed, having missed such a loving feeling. She started to sob and he pulled her into his lap and hugged her as tight as he could.

        His little girl, she was so broken. He didn’t know how that lanky, bitch boy managed to break her but he did. Dream ran a hand through her hair as he rocked the both of them as his heart was broken seeing his little girl like this.

        “It’s ok princess, I’ll make all this right.” He muttered. “I’m so sorry this happened, I’ll make it right.”

        He hated himself. He should have gone with her the first day she left. He should have done anything! He had to make this right now and he’d do everything in his power to bring her back. To make everything right.

 ....

        George and Sapnap came back seeing Dream holding a now sleeping (Y/N) as close as he could. Their friend looked so heartbroken as he held her.

        “I should have killed him.” Dream said. “No one else will ever get away with doing this to her. Are we clear?”

        The two other men shared a look before nodding to Dream.

        “Crystal.”

        Dream wouldn’t let this happen again and it was going to be a long time till he managed to fix his mistake.

[chipper-smol]

Hollow Knight Telephone Round Two: Pale Jester Chain 2

Prompt: PJ finds his way into Lemm’s shop and begins ruminating about all the different relics with surprising accuracy and knowledge (much to Lemm’s annoyance and confusion)

By @werewolforeos

Lemm was alone, as usual. He dusted off the king’s idols so the illustrious stone regained its shine. He froze as the door to his ‘shop’ creaked, and the bell jingled- please don’t be another caffeine-wanting bug, he thought, turning around to greet the customer.

The masked bug was taller than he was, though not by much- most of its height came from its horns, eight tall spikes resembling a crown. Yet despite this regal feature, it dressed in a fool’s clothes- Lemm could almost imagine the bells attached to the cape’s ends, which luckily were absent. And all its clothes shone with a deep crimson.

“How can I help you?” Lemm muttered, eyeing the stranger’s staff. “Oh, mind that shelf, would you?”

“Oh! A friendly face in these caverns! My, my! What an unexpected surprise!” The bug replied with a too-jolly attitude. Lemm decided he did not like this bug. “Why, I was merely exploring this city- it’s quite hectic outside, no?”

“Yes, I suppose so,” Lemm replied. “My shop here is safe, at least. It’s quite calm up here. Have you seen those husks?”

“Yes, yes. Quite the sad fate they have been left with- blinded by those unsightly orange lumps, yet stuck in their daily rituals all the same.” The stranger brought up his hands to his face, in a mocking display of shock. “Oh, heavens! We have yet to introduce ourselves to each other!”

Lemm rolled his eyes. “Name’s Lemm. Don’t have much else to say on that matter, but what’s yours, stranger?”

“Ah- they call me Jester, back up there. You have a nice name, Lemm!” A shiver went up Lemm’s spine as Jester spoke his name- he ignored it, it’s probably just the breeze. “So, Lemm! What do you do up here? It’s quite the nice shop~!” said the Jester, picking up a wanderer’s journal.

“Ah- hands off, please. The knowledge stored on these antiques is priceless.” Lemm tapped Jester on the hands. “I buy these relics of this old kingdom, for the sake of history and preservation. I’ve got many journals to decipher- so if you don’t mind, unless you have any relics for me…?”

“Ah, no, I do not have anything you might be interested in. Though,” the Jester mused, “Perhaps I might be able to assist in deciphering the script? It seems familiar to me.”

Lemm scoffed. “Perhaps. Perhaps not. Tell you what, if you can decipher a full journal, I might part with it once I’ve copied it down somewhere.” “That sounds like a challenge to me~! Challenge accepted, shopkeep.”

Lemm gave the Jester a journal he’d deciphered already, to test how well he knew the old script of Hallownest. Putting his finger to the script, the Jester seemed lost in thought, as though looking at an old memory. “This is a passage about those blue cocoons, is it not? They call it Lifeblood.” Lemm blinked.

“That is… correct. But, could you translate the whole passage? I’m curious as to what your skills are.”

“The swirling blue liquid relieves pain, but if too much is taken at once, the Lifeblood seems to take over. We must carefully ration the amount given to the hospitals. Signed… Lurien, the Watcher.”

...That was, way too fast. “Hmm. I’m not convinced. Another.” Lemm trades the journal in the Jester’s hands for another.

“The circus was in town today,” the Jester reads aloud, “and I got to see Marissa’s show! Her voice is so soothing- it reminds me of my dreams.” Lemm was silent. This is ridiculous.

“Hm? Did I make a mistake?”

“Oh, no. I was lost in thought about- these signs here,” Lemm lies. “I hadn’t yet translated this passage, and had not seen this combination written as one word yet.”

“Oh! You’re looking at ‘plague’ there, shopkeep.” Cogs whirred as Lemm processed this information- these journals talk about many things, how did this Jester decipher these so quickly? And does he know things Lemm does not?

“These icons next to each other- ‘sick’ and ‘many’. Many sick make a plague, no?”

“Yes, yes. That does make sense. And here…”

“That’s a shopping list,” the Jester waved it away. “Honeydew, boofly meat, it seems as though this one was quite rich. Though it’s not that important,” he claims, “as those letters from the Watcher you’ve got there seem much more interesting to me.”

You’ve got to be kidding me, everything he’s said has been correct. Even the ones I hadn’t yet gotten to. Just who is this bug, exactly?

The Jester strided over to Lemm’s undeciphered journals, focusing on a specific grouping. “I hereby request the addition of a chamber for Lexi, my butler, inside my Spire. He wishes to stay as he works, and…” Jester pauses as he grabs the next passage. “I believe it would be a good idea to have him with me as I prepare for slumber. Hm, a little fruity, aren’t we, Watcher?”

Lemm just stood there, dumbfounded. “Er. I. Okay.” This is a lot more information than I expected to get in five minutes. Ignoring him, the Jester continued to rummage through the relics, stumbling across a stray king’s idol.

“Hey! Those were ordered to date and time!”

“And now they are not. Is there any issue there? If it is, you can always order them again.”

Lemm definitely did not like this bug. “Excuse me? You waltz into my shop, damage my collection, and strut about like you own the place with your knowledge of the signs used in Hallownest’s prime. Who do you think you are?” “That is irrelevant. I do wonder… where did you find this statuette?”

“A wanderer comes by every so often with many relics, and cleans out my geo stash. I mean- that’s irrelevant. Why do you care?”

Holding the idol at an arm’s length, the Jester tilted his head, studying the way it was sculpted. “This one was found in the resting grounds. I can smell the lavender,” he muses. “I’m surprised they had one of these there- the moths didn’t take kindly to that King. I suppose that’s understandable, given what he did to them.”

“Moths?”

“Yes, yes. Quite a long time ago, they lived in the lands Hallownest was built upon. Did you never get an education?”

Lemm blinks. “Well, I had school, but-”

“Shopkeep, this is something all bugs used to know. Did they scrap it out of the history books? ...Of course he would, that King would do anything for validation. I’m sure the guilt is eating him up from the inside.”

“Jester. The king is dead. Has been for a while. Have you not seen the state of decay this kingdom is in?”

“Ah, no. That Wyrm is still alive somewhere- I’m sure of it.” The Jester moved back to the door, holding his staff in one hand, and journals in the other three. “I do wonder,” he muttered under his breath,”why are these so familiar? Ah, Lemm, was it? Would you mind if I took these outside?”

Before Lemm could express indignance, the door opened once more- standing in it a drenched wanderer, who often stopped by to supply Lemm with his many relics. The pale white mask they donned looked up at the crimson Jester, an unreadable expression behind it. The wanderer gripped the handle of their nail- sharpened, coiled, pure. They recognized the Jester, and they did not particularly like him, Lemm thought. At least Lemm wasn’t alone in disliking his clown schtick. That being said, the Jester still held some relics- if a fight broke out, they could get damaged. Lemm quietly pried open the hands of the Jester.

“Ohoho! We meet again, little one! Do tell me about your excursions down here, won’t you?” The Jester was met with silent scorn. The shop was rife with tension, though the Jester seemed oblivious to it.

“Er, pardon me, but mayhaps you two should take this… outside.”

The wanderer stared at the Jester for another moment, before breaking their gaze away, and briskly walking towards Lemm. They rummaged in their pockets, producing another pair of journals, a Hallownest seal, and an arcane egg. The Jester giggled, the wanderer quickly turning their head towards him, and then sprinting back into the endless rain of the City of Tears before Lemm could give the wanderer the geo they were due.

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By @couch-cat

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By @arandoskeleartist

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By @uncurdled-bean-curd

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By @the-trans-anon

Lemm was going to have a stroke.

He’d been having a perfectly fine day going through his relics without any annoyances running around, when a strange bug he’d never seen before entered his shop. The bug didn’t seem to have any relics to share, saying he was just exploring, and had been about to leave when he noticed one of Lemm’s king idols.

“What’s that?” The bug asked, reaching for the idol.

Lemm quickly yanked it out of his reach, not thrilled with the idea of someone manhandling his relics. “It’s an idol of the Pale King. The King himself was rarely seen so the bugs of Hallownest worshiped these in his stead.”

“Lies!” Before he could blink, the bug had grabbed the idol and jumped back towards the door. He held the idol up above their head, admiring it.

“Clearly it’s a tiny statue of me! Can you not see the resemblance?” He asked, looking towards Lemm and pressing the idol against his mask, eyes alight with mirth.

Lemm was about to snap at the bug to give him back the idol for gods sake it’s a historical artifact not a toy- when he too started to notice the similarities between the idol and the strange bug. Both had similar horns rising up as a crown, though the bug’s horns were much more curved than the King’s, and their masks looked nearly identical save for the black lines running down the bug’s face. The main difference was their clothing, with most of the King’s imagery in white and the bug’s clothes in a bright, fiery red. The more he looked, the more clear their uncanny resemblance became.

“...Are you related to the Pale King?” Lemm asked, feeling a headache start to form.

The bug looked confused, then put down the idol. “ Ah no, I’m afraid I simply jest my friend. Though we have similar names, I have never heard of your “Pale King” before. Though I have to say,” He looked back at the idol “your king was quite the looker.”

“Wait, what do you mean you have similar names? What’s your name?!”  

The bug looked about ready to answer, before he froze and looked up at the ceiling. “Ah, my apologies my friend. It appears the Master is in need of me.”

“The Master??!”

“May we meet again.” The strange bug bowed, and raced out of the shop.

“Wait! You can’t just say something like that and leave who does that!? Come back here!” Lemm ran after the bug, but he was nowhere to be found. “Shit.” He sighed, before deciding to look around for any sign of the bug. That bug had to have some kind of connection with the King, and like hell he was going to pass up a chance to get information about the reclusive Pale King. He needed to talk to that bug.

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By @lesiasmadness

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By @redcynder1234

Lemm angrily grumbled at the tiny hands that dragged him halfway across the kingdom. He had tried to fight the smaller vessel off back in the city of tears. When they had suddenly barged into his little relic shop, seeming urgent as he tried to drag the grumpy old bug out of his shop. Lemm had tried to wave them away, but the smaller bug had quite a lot of determination to show them something then and there, at least no husks dare tread in their path as they traveled. The infection may be gone for sure, but husks of former bugs sometimes still lingered around, it was nerve wracking for sure, but lemm was safe in his shop where he could get lost in his work for hours on end. However now with the little shadow dragging him out of the safety of his home, He was a little on edge.

Finally as it seemed the little ghost had dragged them to their location they pointed upwards. Looking up, lemm grumbled seeing an old rusty chain leading up an old well. “Absolutely not.” He growled out. Even as the small vessel flapped their monarch wings to start and climb the chain. Hearing his response however they stopped and looked down before pulling out something from their cloak. One hand on the chain they waved a king's idol in the air. “Yes you’ve been waving that thing at me through this entire journey! I still don’t understand why you’ve dragged me halfway across hallownest.” He barked angrily. If only the little vessel could speak. He assumed they couldn't speak a few visits back as they sold old trinkets at his shop but lemm never could be sure. It really felt like they were speaking sometimes.

The vessel seemed to wave and point it up desperately before disappearing up the well. “Ey! Little squirt! Come back here!” He barked up the shaft angrily. However when no shadow came to retrieve him he just grumbled angrily. “Stupid, familiar looking…” Lemm mumbled under his breath as he climbed up the chain. If his curiosity about what they wanted wasn't so persistent he would have turned straight back around and headed back to the city of tears. Plus, kings idols were a rare find and he wanted to get his hands on as many as he could.

As he scrambled over the ledge of the well, his old carapace not liking the climb in the slightest, he looked around. He remembered hearing about the town of dirtmouth. By its size alone lemm could tell the town must have been a lively and successful one before the infection's grip controlled and destroyed the place. It was sad, maybe to anyone other than lemm at the moment. Grumpy and tired he saw the cloaked vessel padding towards two pinky almost red tinted tents. “Little pest… just doing to leave me behind!” He barked angrily as he followed after the vessel. Nothing left to do this far into this journey but to follow the little gremlin. Plus, in case there were any more infected lingering about, he rather have another soul that could fight them off then be left to fend them off himself. He only knew how to work with small pliers and knives, not nails and needles.

The vessel seemed to be approaching a small crowd that had formed outside the tents. They had been there before the two entered town, but lemm could already tell from a distance they were all… scared? More weary if anything. As he got closer the little ghost had turned, waving the small king's idol wildly while pointing through the crowd. “Give me that.” He snapped while snatching the king's brand from their hands. “I swear if you really wanted to sell it to me you could have done it in the city of tears, instead of dragging me halfway across the kingdom!” He snapped angrily. Making sure it hadn’t been damaged he fetched a bag of geo from under his cloak and dropped it without even looking at the vessel. “You're lucky I'm not taking half of that for dragging me her- OW.” He barked when ghost suddenly yanked his beard. “I swear-“ he growled as he looked down, wavinging the vessel's hand away from his beard. However the vessel was glaring into his soul and pointing. Angrily he huffed and looked up, before his eyes widened. Huh? That was impossible!?!

Looking down at the idol in his hands he looked up. The normal silver cloak was gone, replaced with red jester clothes. His crown of thorns was bent in such a painful looking way it almost made lemm cringe at the thought; and yet as lemm held up the king's idol he could see the similarities. Far too close similarities to be a coincidence. However there was no way the king of hallownest was some low-life jester doing gags and tricks to please the normal class's eye. Especially to a dead kingdom. Yet thinking this could be the king's brother was almost laughable. The king was a wyrm if the small amount of text he deciphered was true. And wyrms were giant beasts that could kill anything in its path. Then who was this look-a-like in front of them? That must be why the vessel had dragged them here, they may be curious themselves but since lemm was such a history nut he would know more. Could have still told him that before dragging him here.

As the jester bowed and the small crowd nervously clapped. Seeming to be more doing it to please someone then actually liking the show. He paused as the jester disappeared back into the pink tents. He knew the vessel was still standing beside them, watching the relic keeper curiously. Lemm knew he shouldn't enter the tent and ask such a question, but so many questions could be solved about this kingdom if this stupid look-a-like statue was this strange jester. The pale king hidden right under everyone's noses. Yet it still felt wrong in some way but he couldn't figure out why.

Lemm didn't understand what caused him to head towards the menacing face-looking tents; but he headed inside their pink tinted curtains. He didn't know what he expected, but it wasn't the tent to be almost pitch black except for small lanterns hanging up around the place. He expected at least a little of the outside world's lights to cut through the fabric. Sure it wasn't bright already in dirtmouth, but the sheets had looked almost see through before, now they looked like solid walls keeping the relic keeper inside. A shiver ran down his back as he almost instantly regretted his decision. He was a relic seeker, not an explorer that went out and actually found the relics to study. However it was a bit too late to turn back now.

Walking down the hallway he saw another bug standing there. Playing a spooky tone upon the accordion in their hands. Lemm wished he could have just snuck around the bug but they noticed him before he got too close. “Mrmm… Sorry, but the master does not want visitors at the moment...” Lemm gulped softly. “Actually I am uh… here to see your jester I believe. I wanted to praise them for the wonderful show.” The lie came out of his mouth a bit smoother than he intended. Yet it seemed the other paused before nodding forward. “Mrmm… Continue then… but do not linger.” they simply stated. Lemm quickly nodded and passed by, making sure the king's idol was safely out of sight from the other bug's eyes. Once passed he calmed down a bit. The hallway led to a pretty large room, silken ropes hanging from just about everywhere above his head. Somewhere tied together, some were almost touching the ground. They were so long, but lemm had to admit it was a pretty sight. Something white suddenly appeared from above, it was the jester alright, carefully twisted around the silken fabric. Was he dancing? It kinda appeared like it. “H-hello?” lemm wasn't one for conversation but it felt a little awkward just watching the other. The other quickly looked down, a mask upon the other's face made the relic seeker shiver. However the others voice didn't sound nearly as threatening as he expected it to be. “Ah! Greetings down there, what brings you to the grimm kin’s tent.” He called down. Carefully sliding down the silken ropes to hang upside down in front of the relic seeker. Lemm nervously took a step back before stealing himself. “I wanted to ask you a question.” The jester tilted his head curiously. Carefully righting himself and wrapping his legs around the silken ropes to keep himself suspended in mid hair.

“Oh?” He hummed curiously “What question do you have for a little jester like me?” he spoke. Lemm gulped nervously before speaking. “Do… were… I….” how does he just ask someone if they were a king?! “Were you a king before?” He blurted out in her strange panic. The jester seemed to pause before bursting out laughing. Lemm huffed even if he knew how stupid that must of just sounded. “I’m serious!” He barked out, feeling a bit flustered. As the jester calmed he wiped a single tear that had formed in the mask's eye. “A funny joke for sure little bug, but there would be no way that I could be a king. I would probably put buzzsaws and little traps as far as the eye could see.” he snickered to himself as he joked, but lemm just huffed. “I am serious-” he barked again but the jester interrupted him “Then your answer is obviously no my small bug.” he chuckled “I could never be a king of something.” He chuckled. “Either way, I don't think you should be back here. If the master finds out you're here he may be quite mad.” The pale jester said with another chuckle. Lemm huffed angrily. “You look like the ruler that used to rule here--” “--That's enough.” the jester spoke with a huff. “I understand a joke but pushing it makes it unfunny.” the other huffed.

Lemm growled. “I’m not joking! I already said that.” he barked “You look like the king of his land, look-!” He held up the king idol that he had hidden in his cloak. The jester paused. If lemm continued to speak he didn't hear it, He focused on the idol in there hand. It made the jester feel strange, like there was something scratching at the back of their head but just couldn't figure out what was causing it. Like a memory long compressed and lost to time. Maybe it was better that they were suppressed but…. Flashes of memories went through his head. Bright white images with blurred faces. Hissing he took a step back before his head cleaned and something warm brushed his shoulder. Looking up he noticed grimm standing over him, his eyes seemed kind and light hearted but the jester could sense the small bit of anger in them.

The jester watched Grimm calmly lead the other outside the tents. Their words didn't fully register to him however as the two left. The strange symbol still was imprinted in his mind but the memories that had come along with them were gone. Strange, but it may be better for such things to stay hidden in his memory, but the jester was still curious. When grimm appeared beside him again through a burst of red smoke he seemed calm, but his red eyes shined in worry. “Ah yes I'm ok.” he chuckled nervously. “Just got a bit of a headache.” he said “What a strange bug.” he spoke, looking towards the entrance to the tent. Grimm only softly hummed “Indeed… Come, we have plenty still to do while we're here.” The jester paused before nodding, following grimm back into the tent.

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By @darkautodraws 

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By @daikoski​ 

The Pale Jester always had a knack for dancing.

—Or perhaps, certain kinds of it.

He’d discovered one time when indulging on a slower song from Brumm, that he had a knack for ballroom dancing of all things! But such a thing isn’t commonplace for his kind of performance, no, he much prefers storytelling accompanied with a fun little jig of sorts. Ballroom dancing—especially with the audience he tends to have—seems to be something a little too formal and delicate.

Which is why he finds himself taking on the endeavor of trusting seemingly delicate, flowing silks with the entirety of himself. Ahh, yes, that of aerial dancing! He notes them as seemingly delicate, as they’re more than capable of securing far more weight than originally thought, but also... he’s very sharp.

—Of course, he’s not so clumsy now to go and let his claws tear straight through the silk now, nor would he allow the plates of his body to catch on it either. Not like that one time, when he had first been trying to pitch the choreography to this performance...

Now that had been something. The clicking tear of threads being pulled apart and the swoop of his stomach as he plummeted before quickly catching himself with his tail, something of a boisterous, abrupt laugh escaping him.

“You’re not trying to escape from a web, are you? Try not to cut yourself down little Fool!” Divine had jeered affectionately, and he could have easily preened from the spark of laughter that ignited the rest of the Troupe before lowering himself.

(... he also most certainly tries to pad the sharp ridges of his body a little more ever since that incident, but that’s besides the point.)

Ah, but that’s beside the point. Such a joyous thing it is, to inspire such a reaction in others, even if it’s from a

slipup like that. Perhaps it’s even better when it is. (Aer all, the Jester in fact would like to think he uses his foolishness to endear

himself to others, not dolt around.)

The tent is empty as of now, though that’s no concern. The Grimmkin will flood the audience the moment he does so much as enter the stage—no, he’s searching for the more unfamiliar-yet-not guests to come in, if at all. Perhaps the little wanderer, the shadow? Or maybe even one of the town folks bold enough to come by? Oh, or the princess warrior! Though her kind are truly experts in silk, and he finds himself unsure of how she’ll take his performance. (It is due to her influence that he felt himself particularly inclined to this song and dance aer all.)

Ah, he should probably do some last checks on the rigging, make sure they’re steady and all that. That, and check on his costume, too.

“C’mon Jester, don’t tell me your talons are going all stiff on ya!” comes the snicker of a Grimmkin trying to goad him on, and he laughs, before launching into a sprightly comical bow, tail flicking. Actually, he feels as nimble as possible, thank you very much!

“Of course not, dear friend! I’m simply waiting to greet our beloved guests—” and speak and she will come, the familiar rubied-red cloak catches his eye, and he immediately pats and dismisses the ‘kin to greet the spider. “And here one comes now!”

“Hello, hello! Welcome, Little Hornet—” there’s a bit of distaste that shines through her expression at his thoughtless nickname, and he would reel it in had he not

already said it, instead opting to tuck the information away for next time, “—you’re just in time for this next performance! Sit down, sit down, make yourself comfortable!”

She’s ushered to her seat, which is something on the front rows amongst the many grimmkin. Idly he notes that neither of her siblings are attending, though he has no complaints.

This one’s less of a personal performance and more for all the Troupe to see, so he won’t be able to converse with her until aer. She comes here most oen to ask questions, aer all. A no-nonsense type of bug she is, and it’s only customary he’ll allow such aer a performance, and she seems to know the same. Nonetheless, he bites back a bark of amusement at the way she glowers at the chatty Grimmkin, a little bit crowded as it is.

Lights snap on, beaming bright and warm, and the show begins.

Distantly, he can hear the beginning notes of Brumm’s accordion, and ah, what a perfect guide he always is! The familiar haunting call sends a thrill through the Jester, and it’s with that he begins his performance.

He wonders briefly if aerial silk dancing has ever been seen within Hallownest. Perhaps so, perhaps not; he only learned due to the Troupe aer all, and Grimm hadn’t really shared where he had learned such an art either...

The whisper of silk that he coils around his hand is taut, strong and secure the more he loops it. It’s with quick, tight motions and a graceful swoop that he suspends himself right upside down, sharp mandibles pulling back into a pleased smile from behind his mask. That was a satisfying maneuver.

There’s a split second of concern regarding his costume—the fabric of his wings just do not seem to be cooperating this time around, but alas, it simply feels right to have them there!

The more he spends within the air, the more inclined, the more fond he becomes in fitting such an image. It feels even better when the silks are pulled and he’s practically in arms reach to the ceiling.

Though the Jester isn’t quite sure how to describe it; a certain kind of fun exhilaration, a familiar twinge in his chest at being lied to such a height—he’d first noticed it through the use of mere ropes and cranks, to trapezing and other such elevated storytelling (Ha! Perhaps if he finds more joyous stories to share, he could workshop that into a joke to tell Hornet...) to now dancing with aerial silks.

He lets himself be guided and pulled along, to sway and twirl with the call of the music and the warmth of the Heart with practiced ease and elegance. But of course; he’s more than prepared for this, and with each swoop and dip his smile widens more and more.

When the curtains close and all the Grimmkin have seen fit to disappear off to do whatever it is their hearts desire, the Jester remains lingering on the stage. To clean up mainly, but it is to keep a keen eye on the nimble princess as well. He watches as she simply hops up and makes her way down towards him, and he perks up in attention.

There’s some attempt at niceties, just polite, pleasant conversation on his part, to which she kind of shuts down aer a moment.

“Why the new performance?” Ahh, so some curiosity was piqued!

The Jester hums thoughtfully, letting the silks hold his weight up as he rocks too far back on his legs. It brushes whisper-so against him.

“Perhaps for no specific reason in particular, other than to further expand my capabilities as a jester!” He somewhat not-answers.

She doesn’t respond, instead opting to give him a very narrow eyed look, suspicion and more, and he feels compelled to continue.

“Well, perhaps not nothing. Hypothetically... if this old soul noticed a certain spiderling’s interest in acrobatics—and this is hypothetical, of course!” Hands up in the air as if in surrender yet jestful, he laughs, “and wished to, say, partake in something similar in an attempt to perhaps bond with her...?”

A pause and a beat. “Had it been to your liking, young one?”

He lets the words linger in the air, before dropping his hands down to tug at the silks once more. He wishes to be honest, so even though he feels... uncertain, telling her that, he doesn’t regret it.

Hornet’s expression does... something. It’s tiny—miniscule, even, and perhaps had it been anyone else but him, that faint little tell might have gone unseen. but he does see it, and he recognizes it quickly as some sort of conflicted emotion, a tension that he’s brought upon her.

It seems she very much teeters on something colder, fists gripping at the edge of her cloak before she almost quietly ekes out, “It had been fine.”

The Jester brightens up—why, from such a grumpy young princess like her, that could very well be the highest praise!

...Though it’s best he does not push further, nor goad her on either. Enjoyable their dances can be (with such strong, violent intent from her too!) he’s already finished his own performance, and she’s certainly due to rest sometime soon, nor would he want to upset her more in the first place.

And much to his surprise, she continues, “Such as... that part when you had dropped suddenly... I thought you were certain to fall and crack your mask in half.” Something of a surprised chuckle is pulled from him, and he hums. “Where you were supported by only one silk. It looked... dire.”

It’s vague enough that he can’t really pinpoint what part of the act she was talking about, but it brings forth words to his tongue, but just which ones?

Yes, just what was that phrase... right!

“That part! I was practically hanging by a thread, was I not?”

(So, he hadn’t been able to workshop that ‘elevated’ joke in time... but such is the way!)

By the Heart... he could consider this another job well-done, couldn’t he? No snapping, harsh remarks on the little spiderlings end, no such invasive shenanigans from any of the other grimmkin—the mischief they could get up to!

“It most certainly felt as though I had been too. These silks simply do not part when you want them to! I very nearly cocooned myself at one point!” He muses. A quick

recovery he always is, but it is still such a wrenching moment when there’s even the slightest miss of a cue.

“Tell me, I’ve never had the honour to learn or witness the art of silk in action. I can consider my act something akin to it, though it’s quite incomparable to that of a spider, and I find myself curious! Are there ever such... shenanigans like that?”

Perhaps it’s his curiosity as a now-performer, to find enjoyment in the silliness and mistakes along the way; a perfect performance starts from somewhere aer all, and he finds himself wishing to know more. Hornet probably knows what he’s doing—making good use of that ‘bonding attempt’ that he so mentioned earlier, and...

Is it in poor taste to joke around like this? She is one of the few weavers le... he wonders oandedly, when Hornet lets out something that sounds like a scoff-laugh.

“You would be surprised. Although we in particular favoured silk to be used in tapestries and story keeping rather than dance, it wouldn’t be... uncommon for a mishap to happen in a more verbose storytelling. Such as a silk shroud meant to mimic the silhouette of a corpse creeper ending up on the audience rather than the speaker themself...”

She does not specify if the one accidentally tossing a silken hunter on their audience is her, from her early days of practicing weaving, or anyone else... but she does look a little more relaxed, even if by a pinch. (And if he looked ever closer, maybe even a little embarrassed? It’s tiny, and far off, but maybe...)

(For some reason, he has a feeling he would have been too. Just a little bit.)

Hornet is about to speak more, unprompted (much to his delight), when she halts. One beat, two beats, and then looks at him.

“...you’ve never learned?” It's a small enough question that he nearly misses it. So like a whisper, edged with a sharp venomous hiss, and when the Jester is able to recollect himself from the sudden shock, he’s tuned back in only to see her cold regard and the turn of her back, needle gripped tighter, for she never goes anywhere without it.

“So now you’re curious.”

...Pardon?

He doesn’t give the reaction she wants, if the (hurt? angry?) scoff she gives at his bewilderment is not enough of a tell, then it’s the way she rolls her eyes before looking askance.

“...I will be taking my leave now.” She mutters something more about ‘he never learned about the weavers’ ... ‘not even of their culture?’ but the last bits of it are lost as she disappears from sight completely.

...

That... had not gone well? Or did it? It most certainly feels as though it did, but now their conversation has been cut short without him being able to give so much as a farewell. But he lets her leave. Not that he would stop her, especially knowing she’ll stop by sometime again, but he simply... watches.

She had been upset, in the beginning, and then the end. Upset at him. (Isn’t the first time.) (That’s one, aching pain in his chest today.)

...

The curtains have fallen, and as of now it’s time he recuperates for the next performance.

...That, or dust off that lantern of his to go and gather more flames for the Heart. The Troupe Master had allowed him to forgo such responsibilities in favour of honing his aerial dance aer all. Even with permission, he can feel the faint call of the flames, the flicker-spark as they burn deep within the depths of this poor, dilapidated kingdom.

(Or is it the call of the Heart pulling him away from his encounter with Hornet?)

(The enthralling change in attention is enough to jarr him just a little bit out of his thoughts, though he’s unsure if that’s what he wants or not. Distraction or focus?)

Deliberately, he redirects his thoughts to the spiderling, to their interactions.

...As a whole, it seems today has le him with very different emotions.

She had been testy at first, as always, but it seemed like he managed to converse pleasantly for her, even for just an exchange. And then she’s up and gone in not a moment later.

...There was an uncertain edge to her, when he had told her of his reasons for practicing such dance. The faintest scrunch of her fangs, as if trapped between pulling back into a snarling hiss or an uncertain smile. Or that if she did feel hostile, it was as though she was in polite company and couldn’t afford to be as such.

(And he knows very well that she does not quite see him as polite company, so why does she refrain as such other than habit?)

She was never one to hide her distaste towards him, but that had been something... different. What, he isn’t sure, but... odd, for such a small detail to stick out to him like that.

Ah, haha! But of course he recognized such a tell, not when he has the exact same quirk! Conflicted between strict decorum and honesty, where he’d much rather be honest and forthright than needlessly tense, as he’s so oen teased by his beloved—!

—His... beloved? No name follows that, and although it would be a complete term of endearment

as is, it doesn’t... feel complete. His beloved... one who knows him, knows his face despite the mask upon it

now...? His...

...Odd.

(...Here’s another chest pang.)

There’s a harsh little wheeze of a sour note, and the Jester perks up to see Brumm approaching, fiddling with the instrument before kicking into a slower, soer melody. He hadn’t realized he'd been standing there still, center of the stage, still with hands entangled in the silks, still very much not cleaning up or resting.

“Hello there, friend!” He greets, receiving only a nod in response and a curious look.

“Mrmm... Did something happen? Had it not gone well?” Straight to the point as always, too...

“I...” he falters, and for a second he feels terribly improper for such an obvious display of weakness, before continuing, “I do believe it couldn’t have gone any better!”

And it’s true! There isn’t much in his opinion that could be improved other than the few minute details, but of course, he is always striving to grow! Simply, everything had felt so right, he has no current complaints for himself!

Which is why... how odd it is that he feels so... down. This is by far one of his best performances yet, but that encounter with Hornet... it leaves him feeling tense. She had, while not the main reason he wished to learn such a dance, had been an influential part of it at least...

Because he cares for her like a... like a daughter. (Though that feels a touch too much, considering the fact she is the princess-protector of this fallen kingdom, and how terrible it is that she is to bear the responsibilities of the once so revered king...)

...So maybe a niece instead?

(Perhaps niece would work better—he can’t go and become too fond of the come and goers who eventually leave, just as how the Troupe will part from these ruins eventually too. But alongside that, there was an amusing term he had learned a few kingdoms back from a grub who had claimed him as their... ‘cool uncle’ in feeling!)

(Truthfully, he had never really learned the semantics of family lines like that—never needed to anyways. Taking up the mantle as a Jester of no-one but the

Troupe leaves him snapping up little bits of information from the many different places they’ve visited.)

(And here he is, subconsciously trying to claim a familial title for himself when he’s the last person someone would want as family.)

...

“I had believed perhaps this would be a more successful performance than my usual song and dance.” he admits, jovial tone a little lacking, far less overplayed than it usually is.

“Though I haven’t the faintest idea why... I thought perhaps it would make her happier that I do something she could potentially partake in. Aer all, I had never........”

Sharp words echo in his mind. ‘You've never?’

..........He had never what? The same phrase worms itself way into his mind again, this time from his own tongue. The things he has never done, but... what? Why is it that he feels inclined, feels like he needs, with all of his foolish heart, to make up for something he isn't aware of? Of strings le undone, of time he had owed but had never given...

There’s something tugging at him faintly, trying to unmoor itself from the deepest parts of his mind yet shrouded in the familiar, now comforting mist of blazing warmth and flame. He tries to prod at the thought a little further, before the feeling escapes him.

(Or perhaps the flame that so carefully protects his mind, so caringly had swept it up, crisping it with its bright beauty and letting it smolder into ashes so that these vague thoughts may no longer cling to him.)

He had never......

......Well, he’s never done many things! What he does now though is what’s more important than ever, and if he so desires to try and chip at all the ‘nevers’, what better way to do it than travelling with the dear Troupe?

Unconsciously, he tugs at the hanging silks. Something to fiddle with if anything.

(His head feels foggy again, chest tight. That’s three aching pains today. Or more? He can’t tell.)

Then there’s the low voice of his dear friend, and the Jester tunes into what Brumm is saying. “...Have you shown Master your new performance?” He doesn’t see, or rather, he can’t see the solemn looks of the musician, can only hear the little ‘hrmm...’ that vibrates from his voicebox.

The song he’s playing comes to an end, and he draws the last note out, long and mournful.

“Ah, but of course. Though I must say I haven’t performed it for him officially other than in practice—it would do me well to hone my skills further! You don't suppose he's free currently?” Brumm is offering a distraction, he’s aware, but nonetheless, he wouldn’t turn down a moment with the Troupe Master when he’s been nothing but kind during pain days like this.

“He should be. I shall inform him then.” He inclines his head. “...Take care.”

Brumm bids him a gentle farewell, soon disappearing into the depths of the tent and leaving the Jester to his thoughts.

So.

...Thrice. Thrice, that those aching pains have visited him within this same hour, and he frowns. Thrice, and he doesn’t have an inkling as to how and where they could have come and gone, nothing but a lingering phantom sensation in his chest.

(He had talked about it with Brumm one time, when they were both musing over the ambiguity of their characters; life before the Troupe, faded and gone, just as with everyone else. Life with the Troupe, all that they’ve known, but a satisfactory life it is.)

Where little weird memory aches aren’t impossible, or even uncommon, but are well taken care of. Soothed even, by the Heart.

Ah yes, the Heart. It’s taken the entire Troupe under its care, hasn’t it? They’re all here with the gied masks that brands them as one with the Heart, they’re here for a reason.

And the comfort that so fills him is something overwhelming, bright and unrelenting, such is the way of a flame within the dark. It washes over the last of the tugging memory pains, and he lets it. Lets it singe and smolder, lets it drape its curtain of red over his mind, so that the ache in his chest will disappear.

All of the lingering worries, all the doubts are held alo by a bare thread— —and the Heart snips through it with ease, and the Fool is at peace.

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By @cloudcryptid