#I've been spending all night just trying to get nested

[lazyblogposter]

Nobody told me that trying to get nested in COS is so hard and infuriating.

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✨ fics i've read in November ✨

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Roman Empire by Speechless

(E, 11k) One day Louis answers Liam's phone while he is in the shower. That's how he meets Harry, Liam's friend who moved to Italy just a while ago. And that's how Liam loses ownership of his phone.

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“Do they sleep on the other side of the bed in Italy?”

He hears Harry laugh for a moment.

“I sleep right in the middle,” Harry replies. “Because no one will marry me.”

Louis bites back a little smile.

“Have you asked enough people?"

“The old lady walking her dog, just now.” Harry confirms. “She said no.”

Tastes like Strawberries by @sadaveniren

(E, 5k) I’m stressed. I’m nesting and demand cuddles. Come over

Harry frowned and double checked who the text was from. Yup, it still said Louis - Grad, which meant it was from Louis from his grad school.

aka Louis texts Harry by mistake. It works out

✨ Until the Pearls Get Lost by @londonfoginacup

(M, 25k) London, 1933. Harry Styles, alpha, elusive bachelor and happy third wheel to his coupled friends, receives a visit from one Liam Payne, begging for his help.

Liam’s childhood friend Louis is about to become the talk of the city; left at the altar because the mating bond was rejected, Louis will spend the rest of his life in an institution unless Liam can find someone to take him in and care for him as he recovers. Most omegas with failed bonds are never the same again.

With rumours swirling around about the reason for the rejected bond, Harry gives in to Liam’s pleas. He hasn’t the slightest idea how that decision will shape the rest of his life.

Bloom Just For You by @sunshineandthemoonlight

(E, 7,6k) Marcel decides to get straight to the point. "So I was wondering if you’d be interested in bottoming,” he says.

He glances anxiously over at his boyfriend in time to see Louis’ eyes widen over his mug of tea. There’s a choking sound, and all of a sudden Louis is coughing violently, trying to draw in a breath as his tea goes down the wrong way.

“Oh my– oh my god, Louis!” Marcel yells, panicked.

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Marcel has never been happier; he has a job he loves, a boyfriend he adores, and a sex life with said boyfriend that exceeds his wildest of fantasies. But there’s one thing he and Louis haven’t yet tried in the bedroom. And he can’t get the thought out of his head...

No Surprises by @louislittletomlintum

(E, 21k) “I smoke socially, sometimes. Depends who I’m with,” Harry shrugged, taking another puff. Louis watched his soft little lips wrap around it and purse just slightly on the inhale. It wasn’t the first time he considered if Harry was perfectly made just to torment him.

“Hm. I won’t send you to jail for now, then. On crimes of fibbing,” Louis decided benevolently. He was about to open his mouth to spout off some other shite before he saw Harry had a bit of a pensive look in his features despite how his eyes were a little glassy.

“Lou,” he began, and god Louis loved that he’d earned that little nickname off of him. “Can I ask you summat?” Harry added, tapping the ash of the cigarette in the tray before taking another puff.

“You just did,” Louis smiled because Harry walked right into that one. “But I’ll give you another,”

“How did you know you were queer?”

or; an office au where louis is a loveable brat and harry is working himself out

You're Not Harry Styles (or are you?) by @bluegreen28fics

(E, 20k) Singer Louis Tomlinson finally meets his crush - ex-boybander Harry Styles - on a late night talk show after he recently released a hit single mentioning Harry. They hit it off and fall in love.

Play Pretend, Find a Friend? by @angelichl

(E, 40k) They had to pull back for air. Louis surveyed the guy’s face, in awe of his blown pupils and sharp jawline, the way their shared spit glistened on his lips.

“Hi,” he breathed. He blinked, and came back to himself a little bit, blushing at his own boldness. “Sorry. Is this okay?”

The stranger removed his right hand from the curve of Louis’ waist in order to cup his jaw, tilting it up to the angle he desired. He pressed their lips together, murmuring, “Definitely.” And then he kissed harder.

***

When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing.

✨💎 To Fight For Freedom by @snowy38

(E, 112k) It was snowing when he went down.

His sturdy and well-worn hiking boots were tied snugly to his socked feet; the knee-high thick black fabric keeping his legs warm to almost the point his pleated kilt rested just above his knees. Almost, because there was still a good four inches of skin bared to the elements.

His father had told him he had no need to wear the traditional uniform, but Harry knew better than to believe him. In fact, the only reason his father would say such a thing was because he would rather see him in anything other than an item of clothing which resembled a skirt. The reasons for his reservations may well be justified but Harry couldn’t think about that right now.

It was snowing and he’d been shot.

✨ Into the Woods (series) by mystic_believexx

(M, 44k) The one where the future Alpha of the Tomlinson pack imprints on the human, Harry Styles.

(warning❗this story is unfinished, last update in 2017. it's so easily to fall in love with it and have your heart broken 💔)

✨ amaryllis by @hattalove

(E, 146k) "Where are we?"

"Um. A little while out of London?" Niall tries, seemingly the only one willing to not be mysterious and provide Harry with information, and. Oh.

"London London? As in, the capital of England London?" he asks, just in case he'd misheard.

"No, the other London," Louis laughs, low and biting. He comes closer finally, the moonlight just enough to reveal a sharp-cut jaw and pale skin. "Sorry, Pup."

Nobody's ever called Harry a "pup". Frankly, he finds it quite insulting, but he lets it slide to try and comprehend his current crisis.

***

or the one where harry gets bitten by a werewolf. louis is the mysterious not-quite alpha, liam and zayn have Things going on, niall is their token human, and together, they watch a lot of TV.

'Sup by @mediawhorefics

(G, 6,7k) Gemma really wants her little brother to sign up for a dating app and get back in the game after a messy divorce. Harry thinks he’s way too old to swipe. They compromise to devastatingly embarrassing results.

Meanwhile, all Louis wants is to finish the play he’s been commissioned to write, but one of the regulars at his local coffee shop keeps distracting him.

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ft. older larry, pushy gemma, harry being a disaster gay and silver fox louis.

Can't Imagine You Without The Same Smile In Your Eyes by @galacticlarry

(T, 4k) It’s been over a week since Harry’s first semester at university began, and he has had zero new exciting friendships or noteworthy experiences, just a bizarre dream that keeps waking him up in the middle of the night.

What happens when the boy with the pretty blue eyes from his psychology class catches his eye and starts occupying his mind?

Art of seduction by harrysprostate

(E, 13k) “Besides, I have a fiancé.”

“Does your fiancé know where you are right now?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

“He knows I’m out with a friend.”

Harry blinked. “A friend?”

“What, engaged people can’t have friends?”

Harry chuckled at that and shook his head very slowly. He took his time to answer, even shifted in his seat and made sure that they were making eye contact first. “Oh Louis, we’re not going to be friends.”

Louis just smirked.

~or the one where louis is engaged but that doesn't stop harry from seducing him~

✨ my kingdom for a kiss (tonight you're on my mind) by leighbot

(E, 30k) “Oh fuck, I’m going to have to tell my mum,” Louis says, closing his eyes.

The silence stretches between them for a long moment until Harry starts breathing heavily. “I’m going to have to tell the Queen,” he says, “and my mum.”

 Or, the one where Zayn and Louis make a friendly wager and it goes too far, Harry's a baker with a heart of gold and really great hair, Liam is an overworked PA who just wants to enjoy his holiday and Niall is completely at ease, as always. An accidentally married AU mixed with a splash of modern royalty.

Still Dreaming ‘Bout You by @ireallysawanangel

(T, 3k) Harry doesn’t pay much attention to football. That’s proven even more apparent when the biggest football star in the UK walks into his juice bar and he doesn’t even notice. He does start to take notice when that football star keeps coming back.

✨ Just for Tonight (I can be yours) by @sadaveniren

(E, 42k) Harry, prince of Cestrescir, has been betrothed to Ludvic, prince of Yorvik, since birth. He'd accepted a loveless marriage as his duty to his country, until an accident threw him in the path of a gentle alpha

✨ This World's Ashes by @sunshineandthemoonlight

(E, 34k) The man stares at him, and all Harry can hear is his own heartbeat, racing.

Then the stranger turns away. He walks a few paces and bends down, picking up a large knife from the ground and shoving it into a pouch attached to his belt.

“I won’t hurt you, you know.”

Harry’s eyes snap up to the man’s face. He’s looking at Harry sincerely, palms held up as though in surrender. There’s still a knife in his right hand, though, so Harry is only slightly reassured.

Harry swallows to combat the dryness of his throat, and then says, “I won’t hurt you either.”

***

A post-apocalypse AU where Harry, battling his past as he survives in the woods, has learnt not to trust anyone except his dog. Then Louis crashes into his life, with his bright spirit and soft lips, pulling Harry from the depths of a loneliness he hadn’t realised he was drowning in. But there is danger lurking, and Harry’s not the only one wrestling with his past.

✨ no faith left to lose by @louieshalo

(M, 7k) Louis shoves an album booklet — Harry’s album booklet — into Harry’s hands, folded open to a familiar page. “I need you to tell me that that goddamn song is not about me.” His voice cracks a little in his vehemence, and ice fills Harry’s veins as he glances down at the creased page.

He doesn’t need to look closely to know what it is Louis is talking about — the title is printed plainly on the page, Second Chances, along with every incriminating lyric, line by line. It’s his most blatant offense off the entire album, probably; sickeningly indulgent and too obviously vulnerable to even defend himself against. The song is a surface-level dip into the fantasy world Harry toys with when the ache of loneliness gets to be too much in the middle of the night, the brief glimpse already toeing over the boundary he’d promised himself he’d set for his career.

Most damning, though, is the tiny embossed dedication at the bottom of the page;

“For who I’d be if I wasn’t afraid,” Louis recites, looking expectantly at Harry. “What the fuck does that mean?

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or, the one where they miss each other more than anything.

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part 1 (+50k) ✨💐 part 2 (30-50k) ✨🥀 part 3 (10-30k)

part 4 (< 10k) ✨🪷 part 5 (monthly rec) ✨💐

[lorebeth]

When you aren't looking

Disclaimer: Hello! This is my first ever piece on this website so I hope it reaches the right audience! I'm still a little new to this so if you have any tips for how to get better accustomed to the app I'd be happy to learn!

I've recently had a hyperfixation on Dan Heng so hopefully this expresses my love for him psfjdhfjsj HELP THERE'S A FEW SPELLING MISTAKES

TW: Might be a little sad, Dan Heng ignores reader due to his feelings, Dan Heng hopelessly in love with you and terrified of his feelings towards you. Readers birthday, mwah!

Dan Heng couldn't comprehend it. His feelings for you have skyrocketed and he can't help but get a feeling at the bottom of his stomach whenever he sees you.

He doesn't like what you've done to him these past few months since you first joined him and the others. He couldn't find it in his heart to trust you after the effect you had on him so drastically but he also couldn't help not let you into his heart through your caring actions towards the others. How you communicate with March 7th, it makes his heart flutter and the way you make coffee for Himeko before her waking up.

He wonderered what you haven't done to make everyone's life just that inch more easier. Even Pom Pom adored you in their own little way.

What really hit the nail on the coffin for Dan Heng was when you found him awake in the dead of night when even Welt himself was asleep. You carefully approached him with a careful hand on his shoulder, making him shiver whenever he remembers the event.

"Would you like a cup of coffee? Tea, perhaps?" he knew you could see the bags under his eyes and the messy nest ontop of his head, yet all you did was offer him a hot beverage. You could have told him to go to sleep but he knew you knew that would have done nothing. And for that, he slowly started opening up to you. From a distance that is.

You had in fact won him over but his crippling fear of rejection stopped him. He couldn't face you again after he came to the conclusion he doesn't feel the same way he does with you with Himeko or March for example. How would you react if you saw him smile ever so gently whenever you help someone or whenever you explain to March why Welt has his phone brightness too high and can't change it due to his lack of expertise in mobile phones, causing March to giggle and try take Welt's phone.

So, he began to ignore you. And it did hurt him to see March come in his room without you because he simply couldn't see you. You had caught on quite quickly after the 3rd or 4th time he kept making excuses to not being able to spend time with you.

As time passed, your birthday was finally here and of course you felt horrible because this amazing boy was ignoring you, and of course you told March who felt the need to scold him personally and escort, as she frased it the, "Sorry Looking Emo Potato Salad" to the meeting held in place for your birthday. He of course had said previously that he was busy sorting out the files of the new monsters you had stumbled across and it would take the whole day. You felt your eyes tear up when he came in startled and with a face full of shame and desire to run away from the situation.

"March.. It's okay, he said he was busy. Honestly, Dan Heng it's okay, go do what you have to do." it angered you that the one you most wanted to spend your birthday with couldn't be bothered but your interest rised when he pulled out a little dark green envelope and a blue bag with a Happy Birthday plastered on it. It looked like his handwriting so perhaps it almost made up for him ignoring you all this time. Almost.

"Oh..? Thank you Dan Heng! I know you've been really busy these few weeks. So I appreciate it!" you were still upset but alot less now that you've seen the boy and you had a beautifully wrapped gift inside from him, there was shredded navy blue tissue paper covering the top.

"Happy Birthday Y/N. I'm sorry I haven't seen you much. I have to go now. If you don't like it or it isn't right, come to my room later tonight. I want you to open the envelope and my present last, please."

With that, the boy was off again. And instead of the feeling of sadness and hurt wash over you, you felt quite happy and curious for what he could have gotten you.

"Well that was weird.. Oh Y/N, Y/N!! Look at my gift!" you went on and started opening the rest of your presents, almost forgetting about the raven haired boy and his mysterious envelope and present.

After the little party, you found yourself ecstatic. You were going to have a sleepover with March after you got dressed and changed your out of your beautiful birthday outfit. Himeko wouldn't stop complimenting you and your colour combinations. It made you feel special.

Just as you were about to leave, from the corner of your eye, you see the little bag. You had put the envelope inside and from there you took it upstairs, having a quick chat with Welt and then changing.

You picked it up and saw a rectangular box, as you carefully tear off the paper, you see a stunning pair of earrings, they matched your everyday work outfit and still stood out, in the light shining your favourite shade of (F/C). You felt so full and empty at the same time, these must have cost a fortune but they were so fricking pretty. They made you laugh softly.

You had only discovered your feelings for him a week before he started disappearing on you. You made him that hot beverage and took him to his room, helping him put the last of his data he had collected and took his mug when he was finished. That moment was so domestic and made you strangely happy. You couldn't see yourself doing that for anyone other than March and you loved her like a sister.

The envelope caught your attention, as you begin to open it you hear a knock at your door, "Y/N! Are you coming?" March did have a habit of being impatient.

"Yes! One second, I'll be right there March." as she walked away, you opened the envelope, noticing the little pattern engraved onto the paper inside and on the envelope itself. It had a scent to it, as if Dan Heng himself hugged the letter and it caught his perfume.

Dear Y/N,

I'm sorry I've been so distant lately. I've grown to like you more than a friend would, and it hurts me every time I ignore you and you hurt. I've been afraid of rejection almost my entire life and I could not stand to lose another person I have grown to love. If you do not feel the same way, please ignore this letter. I just felt the need to explain myself because you deserve it. I've been selfish.

Yours, Dan Heng.

You've never sped walked to his room faster.

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I’m in the mood for angst, so imagine when Adam revives as a sinner he’s just horribly depressed that he doesn’t do anything but lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. Doesn’t help that there are people who don’t trust him as much as he trusts them

Adam laid there on his bed in the hotel wrapped up in blankets surrounded by pillows. The rooms that he shared a hallway with were empty save for Lucifer's down at the end, so in the middle of the night Adam swiped all the extra pillows and blankets to make a makeshift nest for himself.

He had taken to staring at the ceiling, he didn't want to be around people who barely tolerated him. The only reason he was even at this third rate hotel was because of the deal he made with Lucifer and his brat taking pity on him.

Adam still remembers the look she gave him, it made him sick.

He missed his home up in heaven, where he could be himself and not worry about anyone judging him. Adam had his own little garden he would go to when he would feel an ounce of stress.

Now all he had was a somewhat decent sized hotel room in Hell to hole up in.

All Adam wanted to do was go home, not just to heaven but to Eden. His true home the one he lost forever ago.

He was forced out of there like he was forced out of heaven. Fuck his life.

He only ever left to eat when all the hotel freaks had gone to bed, even then he'd hoard enough to get him through the next day so he wouldn't have to leave.

It's been six months.

At first Charlie tried knocking on his door trying to coax Adam out, but he didn't even have the energy to yell at her. He just ignored her until she went away.

She eventually stopped trying.

"So, this is what you do all day?"

Adam jumped at the voice and glared at the King who was now standing beside his bed. "What the- Get the fuck out!" He threw a pillow at Lucifer.

Lucifer dodged it with ease. "Charlie has been wondering where those pillows went. Come on, it's time to get your ass out of bed." He made a move to rip the blanket from Adam's bed only to get his hands slapped.

"Fuck off and leave me alone, asshole!!" Adam wrapped the blankets and his wings tighter around himself and turned away from Lucifer.

They remained in silence for so long Adam thought he left.

Until he felt a dip in the bed. "You, I get it. Falling from grace is a traumatic experience, not only that it's painful leaving your home behind."

Adam could feel his eyes get wet. "Like you care."

"I care." Lucifer placed a hand gently on Adam's back, he hoped it was as comforting as he meant it to be. "You can't spend your afterlife in bed, I've been there. Trust me."

The spot where Lucifer's hand was on his back felt hot through the blanket. "I'm fine."

"Yeah you look it." Lucifer commented. "Believe it or not Adam, I do give a shit. But I understand why you don't trust me or anyone here."

"No one trusts me either."

"Can you blame them?"

"Fuck off." Adam snapped, a tear rolled down his cheek. He's not the fucking bad guy here, he's been severely wronged!

Lucifer sighed and removed his hand. "I know you likely won't, but if you ever need someone to talk to my door is always open." He got up from the bed. "Maybe try coming down for a meal once in a while."

"Do you remember that song from Eden?" Adam asked, he wasn't sure what brought in the question but he had to know. "The sung at night?"

Lucifer blinked, yeah he remembered how could he forget? "Yeah, why?"

Adam didn't answer, he was too embarrassed to ask. It was a song that Lucifer would hum or sing to him to help him relax. He felt the weight return to his bed.

Lucifer laid down this time behind Adam leaving enough space between them. He started humming the melody of the song before softly singing the words. He watched as Adam physically relaxed and smiled. Lucifer pulled the blanket back slightly from Adam's head and gently ran his fingers through silky soft dark brown hair.

Adam felt his eyes grow heavy and he smiled small, he closed them and for a moment, just a moment, he could pretend he was back in Eden with his best friend and first love.

They both could pretend.

[zorosjuicymelonsx]

Finding You

A/N: Happy Valentines Day!

Dropping in with another chapter! When I'm writing this story, I honestly feel like such a Zoro scholar with how much I sit there and think about how he's feeling XD ya boy is not very expressive but he's still my pookie bear <;3

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I don't think this is much of a warning but just in case; you get a bit of acid in your throat from anxiety/shock if ya know what I mean or ever experienced it. There is some fighting but I've not gone into the whole blood thing so its just actions but I know some of you guys do not do well with blood.

Without further ado, I'll be back next week to drop the next one!

Chapter Four Previous Next

A few weeks had passed since your arrival and you managed to settle in with everyone…all except for Zoro. Since your duel with him, he’d made every effort to ignore you. From aired hellos when you greeted him passing by to moving seats away from you at meal times when you tried sitting next to him to him spending more time in the Crows Nest away from everyone.

As disheartened as you felt, you knew you couldn’t force him to talk to you. You assured everyone that you were okay. You spent most of your nights trying to wrap your head around the possibility that something could have tampered with his memory, removing all signs of you in his head. The mere thought of the endless possibilities made your blood boil and kept you from falling asleep soundly.

To keep yourself busy and away from living in your own head, you’d throw yourself into sketching; deciding to start a new project involving drawing everyone on the ship secretly and framing them to hang in the galley. You were able to draw Luffy fishing, Usopp training with his slingshot, Nami in her study working on her maps, Franky fixing the mini-Merry and Chopper taking a nap in his infirmary. You were grateful for your memory as it was getting harder to remain inconspicuous, almost getting caught by Brook whose lurking ghost form had almost given you a heart attack but not before you were able to slam your sketchbook shut and lecture him on how not to sneak (or fly?) up on people.

You’d also been spending more time with the girls on the deck lounging in the lawn chairs, the concept of relaxation foreign seeing as you’d spent so long journeying around the world. Aside from your usual training which you conducted almost every morning, you asked Jinbe to train you in fishman karate, fascinated by the art which he graciously agreed to do for you.

Today, you had planned to sketch and relax to take a break from your usual training schedule.

As you made your way up to the table on the deck, your sketchbook and pencils ready in your hands, you could hear Sanji and Nami in the kitchen quietly speaking. You moved away from the gap in the door, positioning your back against the wall with your ear inline to listen in. You knew you shouldn’t but you couldn’t help after hearing the concern laced in both their voices.

“Nami-swan, we really need to get a stronger lock for the fridge.”

“Sanji-kun, we need to make do with the supplies we have until we get to the next island which won’t be for at least another week.” Nami sighed out heavily.

You frowned at the topic of the conversation, instant guilt seeping in as you felt responsible for the food shortage. You’d outlined that Sanji probably shopped for the 10 of them, an additional person would add strain especially when an appetite like Luffy’s existed. An idea came to mind and you decided to end your eavesdropping. You moved off the wall and peered your head into the kitchen. This caught Sanji and Nami’s attention, both offering bright smiles of welcome to you.

“I’m sorry, I was listening to your conversation. i-I think I can help.” You offered a small apologetic smile.

You explained your idea to use your devil fruit ability to conjure a hole onto an island you visited before from memory that you knew you could get food supplies from. You explained that your ability allowed you to revisit places out of memory or to visit random locations but at your own risk.

At first they both sat in silence thinking of your proposition. Then Sanji protested against the idea and was adamant they could make supplies last till then. Nami counter argued and saw sense in this idea to save them time and strain. Sanji looked at Nami hesitantly before sighing and nodded in agreement.

“Is there anyone you want to bring with us?” You asked Sanji.

“Not at all Y/N-chan, I’ll get ready for our trip.” Sanji said excitedly, his eyes bore hearts at the thought of spending time with you. He danced away to the pantry to get his bags and ready himself for the trip.

“I’ll have someone near the hole ready to take the bags off you guys. I’ll brief the others.” Nami said as she got up and gave you a hug of appreciation.

You hugged her back, grateful for the opportunity to prove yourself to everyone.

You left Nami and Sanji, dropping your sketchbook off back in your shared room. You then headed to the area of the deck where you’d previously made the hole. As you took a deep breath in, clearing your mind and holding your right hand out, you envisioned the other side. You chose to picture a quiet open space of land on an island you’d visited a year ago that you knew would only be a short walk away from the market.

You wouldn’t be able to close the hole until you and Sanji were completely finished so choosing a secluded area was a must away from prying eyes.

With the hole open and ready, you turned back to the door that went below deck to see Sanji approaching you with some empty bags in his hands. Behind him, you could see Nami, Usopp and Brook holding Luffy back. You had to hold back a laugh from the kerfuffle.

With Sanji now standing next to you, you turned to him, gesturing to follow you as you jumped into the hole. As you now stood on what now appeared to now be secluded farm land, the path to the market however remained the same as you’d remembered it. You looked at Sanji who now stood next to you, smiling before pointing to the pathway as you started walking. Sanji briefly stood in awe at the hole, the coolness of the smoke clouds prickling his skin.

“Ohhh Y/N-chan is so talented! MELLORINE.” Sanji sang out, taking out his box of cigarettes from his pocket to pull out a smoke as he started walking to catch up with you. You were usually not a fan of the cigarette smell but you became quite used to it and found yourself thinking that it would be quite weird not to smell smoke from Sanji.

You briefly explained to Sanji that they would need to be swift as keeping the hole open for long periods of time would affect your energy reserve. With this, Sanji vowed to do his best, zooming past you on the path to the marketplace that could be seen from their current distance.

Meanwhile…

“Witch let go of me.” Zoro keened forward, teeth bared out and his ear hot and sore from Nami pulling him from it. He just wanted to nap. Nami stomped forward, her grip still tight on Zoro’s right ear towards the hole you left on the deck. Zoro noticed the hole, feeling a sense of panic twinge him at the thought you were behind the hole.

Both reaching the edge of the hole, Nami let go of Zoro and pushed him down to sit on the floor.

“Now you’re going to sit here and wait for Y/N and Sanji to come back. You should be grateful, your wife offered to help us out.” Nami lectured, and Zoro let out a ‘ha?’ despite being completely aware of what was going on. He’d overheard Nami briefing everyone and he wanted absolutely nothing to do with it despite feeling slightly grateful that you offered to help.

“Why do I have to do it? Isn’t it Jinbe’s turn to help anyway?” Zoro argued, rubbing his hand against his ear to soothe it.

“That's when we get to the next island and quite frankly I’m fed up of watching you avoid Y/N like she's diseased. Now you wait here and if I see you even moved an inch you’ll be sorry.” Nami threatened with her fist balled to his face before walking away, briefly turning her head back to dart threats from her eyes.

He huffed, sulking as he crossed his arms and sat cross legged against the ship. Since his duel with you, he avoided you. Whilst Zoro had accepted that you and him were married, his mind in his resolve that he didn’t want to commit himself to anything or anyone but his ambitions. What he couldn’t explain was the dull ache he felt in his chest whenever he was actively avoiding you and seeing the brief displays of disappointment that flickered on your face. He was adamant it wasn’t guilt or regret. He rarely felt those emotions and when he did, they were much stronger. He couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was but he chose to ignore it.

Time had passed and Zoro was feeling restless, becoming more annoyed that it was you and especially the shitty cook he was waiting on.

“Fuck this.” Zoro angrily mumbled to himself.

On a whim, he sat up on his knees and decided to crouch over to stick his head in the hole to see for himself what the hold up was. He briefly felt a chill run down his cheeks and neck as he plunged his head into the clouds of smoke.

Now Zoro was rarely surprised. He hadn’t anticipated that as his head reached the other side of the hole he would come face to face with you on the other side. His breathing halted, voice choked in his throat holding back any sound as his eye met with yours. He noticed how wide your eyes were with shock, you clearly hadn’t anticipated seeing anything come through the hole. He was so close in fact, he could feel the warmth radiating from your face onto his from the flush of pink that bloomed on the apples of your cheeks.

After a few more seconds, he quickly shot his head back out of the hole, landing on his bum as his whole face burned with embarrassment. He didn’t have quite enough time to recover his breath completely before noticing a masculine hand poking through the hole with a bag in grip. Zoro jumped into action and reached out to grab the bags, setting them to the side until all the bags were collected.

Once the bags were set and he thought it was over, out of the corner of his eye he noticed you trying to emerge through the hole, your smaller hands were gripping on the edge of the deck. He sensed you were struggling and before he could stop himself Zoro stood up, grabbed your wrists and pulled you out of the hole, bringing you to stand in front of him.

You were too embarrassed, trying your best to avoid his eye. He noticed the flush that was still painted on your cheeks. His eye traced over your features briefly, noticing the smoothness of your skin and the thick curl of your lashes. You could feel his gaze on you and eventually built up your courage to look up at him. His large frame towering over yours as your eye bore into his grey iris. Your eyes flickered to his scar, you’d been tempted to trace over it with your fingertips. You’d wondered what exactly happened to his eye but despite that, you couldn’t deny that it added to his ever-growing handsomeness.

You gave him a small smile but didn’t quite get enough time to thank him before Sanji jumped up from the hole, anger evident on his face as he walked to stand in front of the swordsman.

“Oi marimo, what the fuck were you thinking? You almost gave Y/N a heart attack with that stunt!” Sanji began shouting.

“None of your damn business cook.” Zoro bit back angrily.

You reluctantly moved away from Zoro and Sanji, their impending fight would surely go on for some time as you turned your attention to the open hole.

Once the hole was closed, you slowly sat down on the deck and laid back with your eyes closed, your attempt to hold onto the last bit of energy dissipated.

Zoro didn’t know what made his mind wander back to you during his argument with the cook. His eye had gone past the blonde hair to see you lying on the floor. Abruptly ending his petty fight with Sanji, Zoro walked past the cook to go over to you. Sanji looked back at the swordsman fuming, clearly not satisfied with the ending to their fight. Upon seeing you on the floor and realising why Zoro stopped, a quiet ‘shit’ came out of Sanji as he also made his way over to you.

“Y/N-chan, are you okay?” Sanji asked worriedly.

You looked up to see Sanji and Zoro watching you. You politely nodded, not wanting to make a fuss.

“I’m okay, I just need a min-oof.” Cut off mid sentence, Zoro picked you up bridal style and carried you over the deck towards the girls cabin ignoring the cooks swearing behind him. Zoro really didn’t understand what possessed him to do this. It was like his mind lost control and it had been pure instinct that led him to this.

You let him carry you, all your energy was spent and you were too lethargic to protest against it. You had to stop yourself from snuggling your face into his chest, remembering how much you missed being close to him. You ended up hearing a couple ‘ooos’ coming from Nami and Usopp.

‘You didn’t even know they were watching you…how embarrassing!’ You mentally groaned knowing Nami would definitely tease you about this later.

The sounds across the ship dimmed as Zoro continued to head under the deck.

After a quick wrong turn and correction in direction, Zoro finally made it to the girls cabin. He pushed the door open with his back and walked over to the first bed he saw. He gently laid you down, carefully unfastening your sword from your waist and leaning it against the bedside table. Your head hit and slowly sunk into the pillow, your head and body feeling heavy. Before you could say anything, Zoro grunted out a quick ‘thank you for the food trip’ and left the room swiftly. You couldn’t do anything but stare at the door he left. The exhaustion kicked in, lulling you to sleep for the rest of the afternoon.

After closing the door, Zoro’s grip on the door handle tightened.

‘Why did I do that?!’

Zoro thought, questioning himself.

Zoro felt overwhelmed and decided he needed a drink.

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Night fell as you slept peacefully for what you predicted was at least a few hours. The abrupt sound of breakage and shouting, hearing unfamiliar voices was what woke you from your slumber. Opening your eyes without letting yourself blink out the sleep, your adrenaline kicked in as you rushed out of bed and grabbed your sword. You slammed the door open, letting it hit the wall behind as you ran out to the deck to see the commotion. What you could only describe the scene unfolding in front of you was chaos; the Sunny had been invaded by pirates! You could see your crew scattered around fighting against the invaders, noticing one of the sails was set on fire that lit the ship in the darkness of the night.

“Oh my god.” You whispered under your breath amongst the sounds of clashes and scrapes of weapons.

Taking a quick breath, you lunged with your sword at a group of unsuspecting pirates quickly bringing them down. You felt the floor vibrate behind you from the sound of running, whipping behind you to see you were almost about to be jumped by another group of pirates until Luffy swung his stretched leg to kick them off the ship into the sea. You looked up to see your captain swinging across the ship like a monkey, truly living up to his name.

As you scanned over the rest of the ship, you saw your crew were holding their own fights until you noticed Chopper was struggling to hold his against another group of pirates. You ran towards him, shouting for him to duck as you slashed the pirates across their chests, dropping one by one to the floor. You quickly glanced down at Chopper to see he was alright, he looked shaken up with tears in his eyes filled with appreciation. Just as you were about to grab him and take him to safety, another pirate walked into your vision.

“Go Chopper, I’ve got this.”

You quickly signaled Chopper to leave as you readied yourself, the young doctor not needing to be told twice as he ran to safety.

Bringing your attention to the pirate who now stood a few feet away in front of you, you noticed he was well kept for a pirate compared to others you had met before. You couldn’t deny he was handsome, his black hair kept short, his strength illuminated through the strong body covered in fine, expensive silk. You didn’t let that distract you as you felt his dark energy practically seeping from him. He held a large, bejeweled royal blue sword in his right hand.

‘Why did he seem so familiar?’

You readied yourself, your sword held strong in your grip. You weren’t going to let him hurt anyone.

“Angel, it doesn’t have to be this way. After all, I’m only here to claim what's mine.” His deep voice resonated out as he grinned.

“Don’t fucking call me angel, who are you?” You angrily bit back as you pointed your sword at him.

“I’m Enver…we’ve met before but you don’t seem to remember me.”

“Why are you here?” You eyed him suspiciously, scouring your memory to try to pinpoint where you could have supposedly met him with no luck.

“Why, I’m here for you.” His voice exhumed confidence. You tried to swallow your anxiety down, feeling acid lodged in your throat and your heart beating faster than it ever had before.

“What do you want with me?” You cautiously persisted, trying to keep your voice from breaking.

He chuckled darkly before taking a step forward and leaning in to face you at your level.

“To be mine.”

[somepsychopomp]

How does Calypso's island go down in the omega Odysseus au?

How'd I know someone else would ask about this LMAO

so I've imagined Calypso in a couple of different scenarios but here's the 3 I like to ponder the most:

One, gods can change their shape to take on any appearance/secondary gender, though they do have a preferred way of presenting. I'd imagine Calypso would present herself as an alpha when Odysseus first washes up on her isle. She'd be like "omg my husband's finally here! Hm but he's an omega... well that's no problem I guess I'll be the alpha teehee :)"

And she'll do all her typical Calypso things while also trying to court Odysseus through her scent (she smells of warm wood, amber, and lily petals on the water), healing his injuries, cooking, and doing everything else to "provide" for him. When Odysseus continues to refuse her advances, she becomes more physically needy and aggressive. She won't hit him no, but she'll cling to him, force him to eat and bathe with her, force him to let her dress his body, will rub her scent all over him and his clothes, and basically make it impossible for Odysseus to ignore her presence on his body.

Calypso gets so excited for his first heat on her island, but is stunned to find that Odysseus becomes anxious and physically aggressive while in heat. He did spend 10 years at war without his true alpha; his body has learned to take his massive hormonal upswing and turn it into aggression rather than what little Calypso knows of meek, demure omegas. She can barely get close to Odysseus, even when he's empty handed, because he'll claw, kick, and bite until she leaves his space.

Calypso feels terribly hurt and upset by such a stark rejection, but she rationalizes it in her mind as, "Oh, this poor omega! He's been so badly hurt by the outside world that he no longer knows when he's safe. He can no longer recognize love or someone who wants to love him!"

So she'll wait. She will wait until the heat where Odysseus does eventually break and the slick runs down his thighs as he begs for her touch. It'll happen any day now, just you wait, Odysseus...

Alternatively,

I kinda really like the idea of Odysseus waking up on Ogygia and being relieved to come across a fellow omega for once. Omega Calypso would be ecstatic to have someone to share her habits and instincts with, including "platonic" scent sharing. Odysseus isn't immediately on guard like in canon in this instance, so as he recovers from his old injuries, he lets Calypso caress him and comb his hair. Maybe he'll even lean into her touch a little bit. After all, to him, this is nothing more than a kindly omega helping him recover.

The fact that Calypso invites him into her bed is a bit strange, but nest-sharing among omegas is quite common. (Though under most circumstances, the omegas would know each other quite well in order to share the same sleeping space.) Odysseus thinks Calypso is just being extremely generous. He doesn't want to offend his host, so he rests in her bed alongside her, and damn, if it's not the best sleep he's gotten in years. Even if he wakes to Calypso cradling him against her as if they're mates...

To Calypso, the fact that they're both omegas is no obstacle. They can share their heats together and oh! wouldn't it be the dream for their cycles to sync up?

They could keep each other company forever and ever. They don't need a stinky, bossy alpha to bother them; they could live in peace here as mated omegas to each other. Calypso can't stop dreaming about the shared nest they'll build together. Or the way they'll spend every night cuddling before bed, purring to each other the way only omegas could.

When Odysseus gets wise to her plans, he tries to gently reject Calypso, saying he's still mated to his wife at home and that he's not interested in anyone else. Does she listen? Of course not. From there, it's basically the same as canon where Ody can't escape Ogygia and is constantly "comforted" by Calypso.

And lastly, the idea that I've lowkey been kinda wanting to turn into a standalone fic (tw for assault/abuse):

Omega Odysseus washes up on alpha Calypso's shore... and she forces herself upon him. And that's how Nausithous & Nausinous came to be.

Odysseus blames himself for being so weak. He was caught up in the throes of his heat and in mental anguish from having lost his final few men. He was at his lowest point both physically and mentally, and let another alpha take him to bed. He betrayed his Penelope, his wife, his alpha. He betrayed his son Telemachus, who he still longed to know.

Odysseus cannot help but hate Calypso and resent his "illegitimate" children. He doesn't even view them as children, for as they grew inside of him, he found them to be more like parasites thrust upon him by Calypso. They robbed him of his strength throughout his pregnancy, forcing him to depend on his captor for sustenance, care, and shelter.

Odysseus then falls into a deep, persistent postpartum depression that's coupled with his preexisting guilt/shame from losing all his men + his intense longing for home.

The twins grow up hearing stories from their sire about how she found their dam on her isle one day, that Odysseus was sent to her by the gods to give her a family. For the most part, the boys grow up thinking that their dam is similar to the ocean.

Odysseus is sometimes silent and still. He won't speak for days on end, will hardly eat, and might not leave his bed. On the rare occasion, he may let them cuddle against his side or weave flowers into his hair, but he won't reciprocate or thank them.

At other times, their dam becomes a raging tempest. He'll cry and wail, lashing out at their poor sire when she comes close to comfort him. He'll throw plates or stones or whatever's nearest and will scream at their children to not come any closer. He's brought Nausithous and Nausinous to tears more than once, for they do not understand why they are not loved.

Meanwhile, Odysseus thinks he's going mad. Originally, he tried to keep track of the days spent on Ogygia. But weeks turned to months, and then the twins came, and then months turned into years, and now he has no idea how long it's been. All he knows is that the boys are growing up.

(In my mind, since the twins were born on Ogygia, they're immortal beings like Calypso despite having a technically mortal father. And since they're not actually human, they grow up a lot faster than human kids would. In the span of only 7 years, they go from babies to young adults.)

Odysseus would obviously not take this well. Since the boys are the only real marker to judge the passage of time, he thinks he's spent a lifetime on Ogygia already. He becomes possessed by what might've happened to Penelope and Telemachus in such a long time. Odysseus hadn't returned home in, what, a minimum of 30 years?

They must surely hate him, if they even remember him at all. But even then, Odysseus cannot help but long for his old home on Ithaca and what he used to know. He just needs closure. Even if he were to find Penelope and learn that she's moved on, he just needs to know.

I think by the time the twins are closer to adults, they can start to see the cracks forming in their parents' relationship. They wonder why Odysseus flinches from Calypso's voice or touch despite him being the "abuser"/negligent parent. They hear him waking up screaming from nightmares- sometimes he wails about monsters, other times its names they don't recognize, but more often than not, they wake to hear their dam crying about someone named Penelope. They witness him begging the gods for salvation, only to be met with silence.

By the time Hermes arrives, Odysseus nearly faints from relief when he learns it's only been seven years instead of like, 18-20+. Still not great, but way better than what he thought was happening.

Idk how exactly I'd go from here. I would kind of like to imagine that while Calypso is mad and upset that her omega is leaving her, their children actually encourage Ody to leave because they can see so clearly now that he's not happy here and never has been.

To amp up the angst though, I've also considered Odysseus recovering somewhat from his postpartum depression and not necessarily treating Nausithous & Nausinous as his kids, but more so his proteges. Either consciously or unconsciously, he develops a relationship similar to the one he had with Athena where, since he doesn't have anything else to do, he trains his sons to fight. He also teaches them riddles and how to read/write poetry, in order to sharpen their minds. Calypso mistakes it as Odysseus finally settling into his life with her at last, but in Odysseus' mind, this is sort of his redemption for dropping that infant from the wall of Troy/all his other mistakes. He took one innocent life, and lost many more, but he can at least do what he can to salvage and nurture the products of his unwilling pregnancy.

He still hopes that someday, he'll leave and never have to return to this wretched island and his captor. But he doesn't want to leave his children defenseless with their monster of a sire. It's not an easy situation to be in, but Odysseus is only doing the best that he can.

(There's also the added twist of both Nausithous and Nausinous wanting to go with him when he can finally leave...)

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

We've been expanding the chicken run a little at a time as more and more of the chickens start enjoying their yard, and we finally have all of them using it so it's time for the final push lol. We've also been smothering invasives and reseeding with native wild plants and locally bred heirloom crops like Turkey Craw beans and carolina reapers. It's going really well, and as much as I've been stressed that we aren't at subsistence peoduction yet, I'm remembering way back at the beginning when I SAID to myself I probably wouldn't manage it in year one without a whole lot of good luck. We didn't exactly have bad luck but we didn't exactly have good either, and yet! We're definitely on track at this point to be growing subsistence level grains, veggies, berries, and stone fruit by end of next summer. And that's genuinely been a huge relief to realize.

Also! One of the hens got REAL broody today and was trying to nest in the dirt bath section of the run. Gettin real particular about what straw she added to her nest, all that. And then she spooked and ran inside. But a few minutes later, EGG!!!

The first egg of the flock! She's looking lovely, and I'm excited to crack her open and see if she's fertilized or not (we're pretty sure there's still a roosting amongst the hens we haven't fully ID'd yet) so we can decide if we get to eat it or the dogs do lol. Either way! I'm really fucking excited because ideally this means no more $3/dozen egg prices for me!!!

You have to understand, on a normal month, I buy 144 count egg boxes at least once, and on months when I'm having trouble with meat I buy one of those every two weeks. That is. So much money. And I've done the math. The chickens cost WAY less to keep and use for egg and meat supply than buying other people's eggs and meat costs, AND I know the conditions they're kept in and the ethical practices of their slaughtering. It's fucking. Great. I understand intellectually that most people do not enjoy/are not cut out for the subsistence farming life, but historically, the farther from it I get, the sicker I get, and the doctor's try to help and DO help, but they can't stop it either and keep saying "avoid this, avoid that" like doing that doesn't mean avoiding the godsdamned world.

I dunno. I love my work. I love my home. I love being a wretched little dirt weasel and the smell of fresh spread hay and the feeling of mucking out a stall and the taste of leaves you ripped out of the dirt yourself. In my ideal world, I supervise my interns, see a few clients a day for half the week, and spend the rest of my life poking around in the topsoil. In my ideal world, when I'm hungry I wander out into my garden or my store room and grab a packet of tea or some preserves and chicken jerky or a bundle of kale and just go eat it in the corner with my hands while furiously ink washing my calligraphy bunnies. I will come online for raid nights on weekends and say things like "there are 15 plums left and they need to be eaten or preserved in the next 24 hrs, who wants to bet how many plums I can shovel in an hour?"

My joys are small but I revel in them with hedonistic abandon

[toomanyrobins2]

The Kent Farm

Summary: An orphan all her life, Y/N is simply too old to remain at The Bowery Home any longer. That is where an anonymous patron has swooped in to send her off to college and all he requires…a monthly letter of her academic progress.

Based off the book and musical “Daddy Long Legs”

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

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Notes: I'm finally getting around to updating this fic! If you would like to catch up and get more consistent updates to this story and others I would go to by AO3!

Saturday night

Dearest Man of the Bats,

I've only just come and I'm not unpacked, but I can't wait to tell you how much I like farms. This is a heavenly, heavenly, heavenly spot! The house is square and old. A hundred years or so. It has a veranda on the side and a sweet porch in front. A picture couldn’t do it justice. That is the way Kansas goes, in a series of Marcelle waves; and the Kent Farm is just on the crest of one wave. The barns used to be across the road where they obstructed the view, but a kind flash of lightning came from heaven and burnt them down. The people are Mr. and Mrs. Kent and a hired girl and two hired men. The hired people eat in the kitchen, and the Kents and I in the dining-room. I have always been a kitchen person and I am unused to being served in any way. We had ham and eggs and biscuits and honey and jelly-cake and pie and pickles and cheese and tea for supper—and a great deal of conversation. I have never been so entertaining in my life; everything I say appears to be funny. I suppose it is, because I've never been in the country before, and my questions are backed by an all-inclusive ignorance.

The room that I occupy is big and square and empty, with adorable old-fashioned furniture and windows that have to be propped up on sticks and green shades trimmed with gold that fall down if you touch them. And a big square mahogany table—I'm going to spend the summer with my elbows spread out on it, writing a novel.

Oh, I'm so excited! I can't wait till morning to explore. It's 8.30 now, and I am about to blow out my candle and try to go to sleep. We rise at five. Did you ever know such fun? I can't believe this is really mylife. You haven give me more than I deserve. I must be a very, very, very good person to receive this . I'm going to be. You'll see.

Good night,

Y/N

PS. You should hear the frogs sing and the little pigs squeal and you should see the new moon! I saw it over my right shoulder.

12th July

Dear Batman,

How did your secretary come to know about the farm? (That isn't a rhetorical question. I am awfully curious to know.) Listen to this: Mr. Bruce Wayne used to own this farm, the bank tried to take it but he bought it and returned it to the Clarks. Have you ever heard of such a funny coincidence? Mrs. Kent calls him 'Master Brucie’ and talks about what a sweet little boy he used to be. Apparently, he was school friends with their son, Clark, and he even attended  

 Since she discovered that I know him, I have risen very much in her opinion. Knowing a member of the Wayne family is the best introduction one can have at Kent Farm. And the cream of Gotham is Master Bruce—I am pleased to say that Harriet belongs to an inferior branch.

The farm gets more and more entertaining. I rode on a hay wagon yesterday. We have three big pigs and nine little piglets, and you should see them eat. They are pigs! We've oceans of little “baby chickens and ducks and turkeys and guinea fowls. You must be mad to live in a city when you might live on a farm.

It is my daily business to hunt eggs. I fell off a beam in the barn loft yesterday, while I was trying to crawl over to a nest that the black hen has stolen. And when I came in with a scratched knee, Mrs. Kent bound it up with witch-hazel, murmuring all the time, 'Dear! Dear! It seems only yesterday that Master Brucie fell off that very same beam and scratched this very same knee.'

The scenery around here is perfectly beautiful. There's a valley and a river and a lot of wooded hills, and way in the distance a tall blue mountain that simply melts in your mouth.

We churn twice a week; and we keep the cream in the spring house which is made of stone with the brook running underneath. Some of the farmers around here have a separator, but we don't care for these new-fashioned ideas. It may be a little harder to separate the cream in pans, but it's sufficiently better to pay. We have six calves; and I've chosen the names for all of them.

Sylvia, because she was born in the woods.

Lesbia, after the Lesbia in Catullus.

Barbara.

Harriet—a spotted, nondescript animal.

Y/N, after me.

Batman. You don't mind, do you? He's pure Jersey and has a sweet disposition. 

I haven't had time yet to begin my immortal novel; the farm keeps me too busy.

Yours always,

Judy

I've learned to make doughnuts.

If you are thinking of raising chickens, let me recommend Buff Orpingtons. They don't have any pin feathers.

I wish I could send you a pat of the nice, fresh butter I churned yesterday. I'm a fine dairy-maid!

Sunday

Dear Batman,

Isn't it funny? I started to write to you yesterday afternoon out on the porch, but as far as I got was the heading, 'Dear Batman', and then I remembered I'd promised to pick some blackberries for supper, so I went off and left the sheet lying on the table, and when I came back today, what do you think I found sitting in the middle of the page? A real true bat!

I picked him up very gently by one leg, and tossed him into he air and he flew off. I wouldn't hurt one of them for the world. They always remind me of you. We hitched up the spring wagon this morning and drove to the Center to church. It's a sweet little white frame church with a spire and three Doric columns in front (or maybe Ionic—I always get them mixed).”

This is Sunday afternoon.

Jackson (hired man) in a purple tie and some bright yellow buckskin gloves, has just driven off with Carrie (hired girl) in a big hat trimmed with red roses and a blue muslin dress and her hair curled as tight as it will curl. Jackson spent all the morning washing the buggy; and Carrie stayed home from church ostensibly to cook the dinner, but really to iron the muslin dress. In two minutes more when this letter is finished I am going to settle down to a book which I found in the attic. It's entitled, “On the Trail”, and sprawled across the front page in a funny hand:

     Bruce Wayne: if this book should ever roam, Box its ears and send it home.

He spent the summer here once after he had been ill, when he was about 18 years old; and he left “On the Trail” behind. It looks well read—the marks of his hands are frequent! Also in a corner of the attic there is a water wheel and a windmill and some bows and arrows. Mrs. Kent talks so constantly about him that I begin to believe he really lives—not a grown man with a silk hat and walking stick, but a nice, dirty, tousle-headed boy who clatters up the stairs with an awful racket, and leaves the screen doors open, and is always asking for cookies. (And getting them, too, if I know Mrs. Kent!) He seems to have been an adventurous little soul—and brave and truthful. I'm sorry to think he is a Kane; he was meant for something better.

We're going to begin threshing oats tomorrow; a steam engine is coming and three extra men.

It grieves me to tell you that Buttercup (the spotted cow with one horn, Mother of Lesbia) has done a disgraceful thing. She got into the orchard Friday evening and ate apples under the trees, and ate and ate until they went to her head. For two days she has been perfectly dead drunk! That is the truth I am telling. Did you ever hear anything so scandalous?

Sir, I remain, 

Your affectionate orphan,

Y/N Abbott

[goddessofroyalty]

The Arrangement

Like I mentioned, watched the live action One Piece. This should not be a surprise.

Summary: Sanji’s method of dealing with his heats to date has been to find an alpha willing to help him out. His options are a little more limited now he’s joined the Strawhats.

Pairing: Zoro/Sanji

Tags: omegaverse, friends with benefits

I've just included the porn under the cut so if you want to read the two scenes before it (or subscribe to get notified when I post the second part) go read on AO3.

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Luffy and Usopp are both sleeping deeply when Zoro slides out of his hammock. Their Captain’s snores more than covering any sounds of Zoro moving across the room and opening the door. The night air cool on his skin as he makes his way across the ship to the kitchen.

He knocks on the door because Sanji probably locked it when he shut himself in there after they had finished eating. His steadfast refusal for any help with the dishes the only hint that his heat was hitting him more than he was letting on.

“It’s me,” Zoro says, despite not knowing who else Sanji would think it could be.

Probably Luffy actually – coming to steal a late night snack.

The door doesn’t open and Zoro finds his apprehension quickly replaced with annoyance.

“Oi are you going to let me in?” He swears if this was just some sick joke of Sanji to have him looking desperate on the other side of the door to the omega’s heat he’s going to kick his ass. Probably how the cook gets his pleasure – cock-teasing alphas right before his heats claiming he wants their company only to then keep them locked out of his room for it.

The door to the kitchen practically slams open to reveal an annoyed Sanji wearing only his shirt and boxers.

“Are you trying to wake the ship!?” Sanji snarls at him, tugging him into the room before slamming the door behind him.

“You weren’t opening the door!”

“Whatever,” Sanji snaps, walking over to his pants to fish out his pack of cigarettes, easily lighting one with practiced ease.

Zoro takes the moment to look around the room. It’s not all that different to how it looks normally which somehow surprises him. He supposes it does make sense though – this is Sanji’s space more than anywhere else on the ship so he probably doesn’t need to do much to it to make it feel safe and comfortable. Even what Zoro assumes to be the ‘nest’ built on couch looks more like a haphazard pile of clothing and blankets than a carefully thought out creation.

He catches Sanji watching him from the corner of his eyes.

“It wasn’t like I was inviting anyone in I wanted to impress,” Sanji says. “It does the job.”

“Just figured you would be the kind to make it look nice for yourself.” Considering how much the cook cares about the presentation of the food he makes them despite how Zoro and Luffy gobble it down as soon as it’s put in front of them.

Sanji shrugs.

“It’s just going to end up a mess anyway by the time we’re done.”

“Right.” Because the whole reason Zoro is even here is to fuck Sanji through his heat.

“You have done this before right?” Sanji asks, watching him closely.

“Yeah.” Zoro isn’t about to have their omega cook running around thinking he’s some kind of virgin. Or was a virgin until now. “Just normally I’m the one with the urges that need tending to.”

Ruts are frustrating more than anything. His body hijacking his focus and making it much easier for him to be distracted. He found the fastest way to work through them is to find someone willing to let him fuck them. Something that hasn’t been hard to do for many years now.

“Well then,” Sanji says, moving in closer. And suddenly Zoro is hit by how much his scent has been taken over by his heat, the cigarette scent only slightly covering the sweetness of it. “If this goes well I might be willing to return the favor.”

“So this isn’t going to be a one-time thing?”

“We’re part of a pirate crew now. We’re going to be spending a lot of time away from land and there isn’t anyone else on this boat who would be interested,” Sanji says, sitting on the edge of his nest and letting out a breath of smoke. His assessment of their situation blunt but accurate. “Unless you don’t want to-”

“It’s not that.” It’s that Zoro doesn’t actually mind the idea of a mutually beneficial relationship like that with Sanji even if he can’t stand the omega most of the time. “How about we get through this first.”

“I suppose I should make sure you’re not completely selfish in bed before I offer my body to you again,” Sanji agrees in the most annoying way he possibly can because apparently even when he’s invited Zoro to help with his heats he still can’t help but be an asshole.

Zoro waits for Sanji to do something, anything, to indicate how he wants them to progress. Instead, the omega just stays sitting on the edge of the couch-turned-nest letting his cigarette burn down.

“Well?” Sanji asks once it’s nearly burnt to its butt.

“Well?” Zoro asks in response.

“Aren’t you going to do anything? Or do you just plan on watching?”

That is a tempting idea that Zoro tucks away for later. If this is a trail for possibly getting Sanji’s help with his ruts as well that doesn’t seem like the best way to impress the omega.

“What do you want me to do?”

“What?”

“It’s like I said, I’ve only done it when it was me needing the help.” Zoro says, scratching the back of his head and ignoring the burn of humiliation at admitting he isn’t as experienced in this as Sanji clearly is. But he also isn’t going to let the cook come to any conclusions that aren’t true. “You’re the one that knows what your body wants.”

“Ah,” Sanji says, his cigarette hanging from his mouth as he does and his expression one like he’s tucking some information away for later not that Zoro knows what that means. “Come here.”

Zoro takes the hand Sanji offers, allowing the omega to pull him close. His head falling into the crook of the cook’s neck as he kneels between his parted legs. The strange sweetness filling his lungs with every breath and he feels himself start to harden in response.

“I want you to fuck me,” Sanji tells him and Zoro nuzzles against where the sweetness is strongest. “As hard as you’re able to.”

“Then why are you still dressed?” Zoro’s wraps his arms around Sanji, pressing up on his knees so he can push more into the omegas space. Enjoying the little huff of breath Sanji lets out when he presses his erection into his thigh.

“I don’t know – why haven’t you undressed me yet?”

Right. So that was meant to be Zoro’s responsibility.

“Do you want it all off?” He isn’t going to be yelled at because Sanji wanted to keep his shirt on.

Sanji licks his lips at it. Reaching around to pull the cigarette from his mouth and pressing it against the wall above the couch to put it out before throwing it to the ground.

“Whatever you would prefer,” he says, a shyness Zoro didn’t think possibly for him in his voice.

“Idiot.” Why would he think Zoro would prefer him with any clothes on? What was even the point of doing that?

“Oi!” Sanji goes to protests but Zoro doesn’t pay it any mind, instead grabbing hold of the shirt and tearing it off him, sending buttons flying. “Hey! Careful!”

“You said you wanted me to fuck you as hard as I was able,” Zoro says, tugging the sleeves of Sanji’s shirt off him and tossing it to the ground. “And that’s what I’m going to do.”

Sanji gives a definitively swallow at it, staring up at him in surprise and what Zoro hopes is arousal. But this is exactly what he asked for and Zoro is going to give it to him.

Zoro doesn’t waste any time before tugging Sanji’s boxers off and getting out of his own clothes. Pushing Sanji further into the couch-turned-nest and following him in.

He only stops when Sanji’s foot comes to rest against his stomach. The omega’s eyes looking him over.

“Like what you see?” Zoro asks when they clearly settle on his dick.

Sanji twists his head as if he’s literally sizing it up.

“I’ve had bigger,” is what he apparently decides on as his final assessment.

“You should know better than to say that to an alpha!” Zoro snarls, grabbing hold of Sanji’s face to hold it in place.

“Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?” Sanji asks, looking entirely too smug.

There’s a lot of things Zoro thinks about doing about it. Some more likely than others. If he actually believed he could, he would get up and leave Sanji to handle his heat by himself, but he’s accepted that at this point it would as much torture for him as it would the omega. He could go find something of a similar size and shape to a dick in the kitchen and refuse to fuck Sanji until the omega brings himself off on it.

Instead he surges forward. Connecting their mouths in a dominating kiss as he hikes Sanji’s legs over his hips, rubbing his erection against the wet mess between them.

“If you’ve taken bigger I don’t need to worry about prepping you right?” He means it as an empty threat more than anything. Means for it to make Sanji back down and the moment to de-escalate and it to get back under control.

Sanji meets his eyes with a determined gaze.

“Do it.”

Zoro looks for some sign of doubt or joke in the cook’s eyes but they are set. Apparently it’s what Sanji wants.

“Fuck.”

Zoro’s hand fumbles as he lines himself up properly with the wet, tight entrance. He cautions another look at Sanji to make sure the omega hasn’t changed his mind but when he’s met with the same resolved gaze he pushes in. Cursing at the warmth that envelops him and trying not to go too fast especially with the lack of preparation.

“Shit!” Sanji curses, his head hanging back. Zoro immediately freezes in case it is too much for him and he needs to somehow steel himself to pull out so he can actually finger the bastard to stretch him out. “What are you doing!? Keep going you idiot!”

“Right.” Zoro keeps pushing in until his hips rest against Sanji’s skin. His head falling down to rest in the crook of the omega’s neck where Sanji smells the sweetest, focusing on the sound of Sanji’s panted breaths to resist the urge to just keep thrusting like he wants to. They’re doing this for Sanji after all.

Zoro’s muscles tense when Sanji’s legs wrap around him to lock behind his hips, earning him a huff of a laugh from the omega.

“Just me,” Sanji says softly, one of his hands coming up to run lightly through Zoro’s hair. It all bordering on too intimate for what this is meant to be.

“I know that.” He would know if some threat had come into the room with them or if another member of their crew had decided to try and sneak in for a midnight snack.

Sanji lets out another huff at that before shifting his hips and arching his spine. Somehow pushing himself even further down on Zoro’s dick as he tenses and releases around it. Zoro having to grab hold of the omega’s hip and leg to stop himself from starting to thrust at it.

Zoro’s grip goes tighter when Sanji grinds against him like he’s trying to force even more of Zoro inside him despite there being no more dick left to go in.

“Move would you!”

With the permission he had been waiting for Zoro immediately complies. Pulling out as much as he can with Sanji’s legs locked around his hips before thrusting back in with all the force he can. Forcing a moaned-gasp from the omega.

“Fuck- that’s it!” Sanji says as Zoro finds his rhythm. His hands coming to dig into Zoro’s shoulders, the bite of his nails helping to keep Zoro grounded in the moment and not lose himself to his instincts as well.

“More!” Sanji gasps out. “Come on I know you have more in you than that!”

Zoro does but it’s kind of hard when he’s got Sanji practically wrapped around him. His range of movement limited by the ankles locked behind his thighs.

Another demand of it has him taking action. Grabbing hold of Sanji’s calves and forcing them back towards the omega, practically folding him in half to the point where it if it was anyone else he’d worry it’d be painful. He knows Sanji’s flexible though and there’s no pain in the louder moans the omega gives out as Zoro finally can thrust into him fully.

“Shit. You feel amazing.” Warm and wet and the right side of tight where his grip on Zoro’s dick is firm but not suffocating.

Sanji huffs out a laugh at it.

“You’re not bad yourself.”

“Just not bad?” Who the fuck had Sanji been getting to help him out in other heats if this was just ‘not bad’?

“Fuck!” Sanji moans as Zoro thrusts in him harder.

“Still only not bad?” Zoro leans down so his face is right next to Sanji’s to ask the question.

“Ah! Shit! Alright! Maybe halfway decent,” Sanji relents, his face screwed up in clear pleasure as Zoro reaches up with an arm to brace himself against the back of the couch so he can thrust as hard as he can. “Keep doing that!”

Zoro is more than happy to comply with that command.

“Not gonna’ last much longer,” Zoro warns as he feels the pressure in his stomach building up.

“Oh thank fuck,” Sanji says and when Zoro glances down he’s clearly not got much longer in him either. His dick hard and leaking where it’s pressed between their stomachs.

Zoro reaches down to take hold of it. Enjoying the gasp Sanji gives.

It only takes three strokes for Sanji to tense up and spill into Zoro’s hand. The way he clenches up at it making Zoro only last a handful more thrusts himself before he’s pushing in as far as he can, letting his knot tie them together.

“You okay?” he asks when Sanji’s face grimaces at it. The omega had said it was okay to knot him back when they agreed upon the ground rules of this deal but he might have changed his mind.

“Yeah. Just should have prepped before we started.” Sanji says with a breathy laugh, collapsing back against the couch and letting his limb splay. “It’s fine though. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.”

“Right.” There isn’t really anything Zoro can offer to help. He can’t exactly take it out until the knot goes down and Sanji clearly isn’t looking to be soothed, not that Zoro would know how. Sanji’s expression is already relaxed as well so whatever discomfort it had been was apparently fleeting.

Zoro isn’t surprised when Sanji reaches under one of the blankets of the nest and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lighter. Resting the pack on his chest as he pulls one out to light. Taking a drag before letting his hand fall off the edge of the couch as he breaths out the smoke of it.

Zoro shoves the packet aside before collapsing against the omega’s chest causing him to grunt. Careful that the action doesn’t cause his dick to move too much where it’s tied them together.

“Really?” Sanji demands as Zoro does his best to find somewhere comfortable to rest his head on the omega’s chest.

“Arms were getting tired.” It would still be a little before the knot went down and Zoro didn’t plan on holding himself up for the whole time. Might as well take a nap while they wait.

He feels the muscles in Sanji’s chest shift as the cook brings the cigarette back to his lips. The scent of sweetness and smoke oddly comforting as Zoro drifts off.

[perpetualexistence]

Sea Monster AU: First Meetings

I'm still getting a heehoo giddy feeling with all the interest for this AU! I haven't even properly written things yet and you're all being very welcoming! I'm seeing likes from people I've been following in the TD fandom! I got my first reblog from someone else who understands the joys of big monsters and monster x human tropes! Aaa! It sparks joy in me.

I promise to use this joy exclusively to give Noah a Bad Time. He's one of my favorites, so he must suffer. That's the rules. (Don't worry, Alejandro will get to suffer too, we just haven't gotten that far yet.)

I'm going to start with how the two meet and their relationship up until Alejandro decides to reveal his true colors. So no real content warnings for this part except for manipulation and intimidation, especially regarding size. Given the premise, and the fact that Alejandro is Alejandro, this is going to be true of most of this AU.

Now let's see if I can properly use the Read More button to get into the juicy deets.

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Noah lives in a small town on the coast of Lake Wawanawka. In days long past the town was a major shipping port. It was fighting with a rival city for dominance in the region. A massive storm set the town back, and now it only exists as a place to stay that's cheaper than the big city up the coast. The town government has been trying to revitalize the town by turning it into a tourist trap, but that's only resulted in tourists trashing the place at night while they spend most of their time and money in the big city. Still, money is money, so the townspeople have little choice but to put up with it.

Noah's recently been accepted to the one community college in town that's kind of helping to keep the town afloat. He plans to coast through an associate's degree with ridiculously easy classes. Then he's going to use his intelligence to get a scholarship to a private university and will never look back on this town. Only exception would be to come visit his family, though at this point only a few of his older sisters still live at home. Some have already left the nest just like he plans to.

Noah doesn't have many friends, so he tends to go off on his own. He's managed to find one spot on the beach that's inaccessible to most. It requires a tight squeeze through rocks. It's the one thing his wiry frame is good for. Tourists don't know about it so they can't ruin it. Townspeople who do know about it typically don't bother. He's taken measures to make it look as unappealing as possible. Can't have people taking away his best spot to get away from a rowdy house and read in peace.

That is, until a particularly bad storm hits. He returns to his reading cove, ready to complain as he has to either deal with or ignore the debris that's sure to be littering the place. It's while he's kicking away debris that his foot comes across something soft, small, and....tan? He moves the debris away to see something that would look like an eel if not for the top half being a human that looked around his age.

He reacts calmly when this thing groans and looks directly at him asking "¿Qué pasó?" He takes a second to breathe, and think rationally about what he's seeing in front of him.

He certainly doesn't scream like a bitch, fall on his ass, and attempt to crab walk away.

Once Noah actually calms down and accept the fact that this is not a psychotic break on his part, he and who he learns is Alejandro get to talking. Fortunately in English. Alejandro reveals that he swam too close to the surface and got swept in the storm. He doesn't know where he's ended up. He took a really nasty blow to the head too because he doesn't even quite remember where he came from. Alejandro would greatly appreciate if Noah could tell him where he is.

Noah's got some questions about all this. Ignoring the fact that merfolk apparently exist (a phrase he never thought he'd utter), Alejandro's an eel. Literally. Eels aren't native to Canada. So there's no possible way he could be from Lake Wawanakwa. Noah suspects he's an electric eel, which would place him somewhere in South America. When he points this out, he swears he sees a spark of electricity in Alejandro's tail. It confirms Noah's suspicions. It also confirms that Noah's not about to touch Alejandro with his bare hands. Alejandro commends him for being smart enough to help jog his memory. He remembers humans referring to the name 'Peru' in the waters he comes from.

He reveals that magic does exist in this world, as is evident by his very existence. There must have been magic in the storm that brought him here. Sadly, he doesn't know how he can use it to get himself back home. Not that it matters much, he can adapt to living here. Still, he begs for Noah not to tell anyone else that he's here. Noah has been so kind to him, but Alejandro isn't quite so sure how other humans will react to seeing him.

Noah's still quite suspicious about Alejandro. But the alternative is either A) a townsperson finds Alejandro, sees him as their ticket out of this town, and does who knows what to him for fame and money. Or B) a tourist finds Alejandro, and either does like the townsperson, or flips out and calls the cops, leading to who knows what kind of military experimentation assuming the cops don't just shoot him on sight.

So curse Noah's bleeding heart, he tells Alejandro that if he's going to stay in shallower waters, he'll be better off staying here. He warns him about the tourists and the townspeople. If he's going into deeper waters, then he's going to have to watch out for the fishermen, the cargo ships, and the ferries that go across the lake. Alejandro just grins and promises to repay Noah's hospitality in full one day.

And thus, Noah begins to meet Alejandro in secret. Mainly because he refuses to concede his favorite reading spot. Noah does some research on electric eels, and comes prepared with rubber gloves any time he wants to get close with Alejandro just in case. Alejandro isn't always there, but when he is he insists on interacting with Noah. He gets interested in the books he sees Noah reading and reveals that he doesn't know how to read. Noah can't just allow for that, so he teaches the Peruvian how to read English. He tries to teach him how to write too, but that's more difficult given the size difference and Alejandro constantly being wet. Noah will take to reading aloud to Alejandro, and when Alejandro learns how to read, he takes to slithering his way in between Noah and his book so he can read along, taking care not to touch Noah's skin.

Their relationship continues to grow as they talk about their respective lives. Noah tells him about humans, and Alejandro will tell him things about merfolk. When Alejandro goes to deeper waters, he comes back and describes the old shipwrecks he's found closer to the bottom of the lake with a certain wonder in his eyes. He'll even start to bring little treasures back from them, first for himself, but eventually for Noah as well. They get to make fun of tourists together and watch them from afar. Noah's dog Ark comes in at one point, and Ark loves Alejandro. Alejandro doesn't feel the same way about Ark and complains about the slobber. At a different point, a stray cat makes its way to the beach and Alejandro learns that he loves cats. And that cats don't feel the same way about him. To them he smells like a fish and looks like a snake, so they'll either try to claw at him or flee on sight. This saddens the Alejandro. He vows to one day successfully pet a cat.

Then, things take a turn seemingly out of the blue. Alejandro reveals that he has a surprise he wants to show Noah. It's a skill he'd lost for a while due to the nature of his arrival. He's been practicing it in private, but he thinks he's finally recovered it fully! He begs for Noah to indulge his theatrics by covering his eyes. It will be the last time he asks like this. He promises. Noah rolls his eyes, but begrudgingly agrees to do so.

Noah hears a lot of shifting. Of rocks. Of waves. He hears something scraping the ground around him. He feels the air around him grow charged. The hair all across his body is standing on its end. He can't help but remember those initial doubts he had about Alejandro.

"You may open them now." a familiar voice rumbles. The accent is as thick as ever. It's louder than a tiny body should be able to produce. It's coming from the wrong direction.

It had been so nice to be wrong. If he keeps his eyes closed, he can keep being wrong. Schrödinger's idyllic beach life. He's smart, and he has a friend with no strings attached. He's smart, and he knows patience is not one of Alejandro's virtues.

Noah opens his eyes to gaze at the massive beast staring down at him.

Were his teeth always so sharp? Alejandro spoke of hunting, which implied he needed teeth sharp enough to rip into flesh. Noah had never really paid attention until he was looking at a full set of teeth, each the size of his hand. They grinned in a facsimile of a warm and inviting smile he was accustomed to.

Noah forced his gaze further upward to check if Alejandro's smile met his eyes. He recognized those eyes. When Alejandro had first started bringing his treasures, he would talk about them nonstop. Noah had tried to grab one of them to get a closer look. Alejandro had immediately retreated to the water, holding onto his treasure as if his own life depended on it. He'd felt an odd sense of something he later recognized as jealousy. Which was strange because it was jealousy over an object. But it was an object that had commanded Alejandro's full attention, full protection, full possession.

What a fool he'd been to feel jealous of something he was now the target of.

"What do you think?" Alejandro asked like a dog that had just brought home a dead cat and was now begging for praise. He closed the distance between them by bending down and slithering back to meet closer to Noah's level.

Noah's throat closed. He felt his face betray him as his ears and cheeks began to flush red. This is fear and a confused and conflated mixture of adrenaline and oxytocin brought forward by an intense situation, nothing more.His feet remained loyal. He backpedaled, only to be stopped by a soft wall that hadn't been there a second ago. He pressed a hand against the wall while maintaining eye contact with Alejandro. That was what you did with wild animals wasn't it? Certain ones at least. He didn't if it would work with eels. An electric eel will wrap itself around its prey, ensuring that there are at least two points of contact for maximum effectiveness. Once established, it will send a shock to incapacitate its prey before consuming it. If he wheels through facts he picked up about eels to prepare himself for this situation, he doesn't have to acknowledge that the wall that dwarfed him from behind was a hand.

"Noah, por favor." Alejandro purred. "We're amigos. I haven't forgotten the times we've spent together. They've been delightful! And so very informative."

Noah had been too concerned about protecting Alejandro from humans. He taught him how to read. He warned him where the people frequented. He taught him how modern ships run on electricity. Alejandro shared that he wished he could have met the ships he'd visited before something else had sent them to the bottom of the lake. All of these red flags only served as the pins and needles holding Noah in place.

"And more importantly, I made a promise to you! A Burromuerto never breaks their promises. Not even to humans." Alejandro suddenly tilted his hand forward, forcing Noah to stumble backwards into a cupped palm. He pulled Noah closer until his face engulfed the entirety of Noah's vision. He let out a breathy sigh right onto Noah. "It truly is a shame that you're a human in my new hunting grounds. I could allow you to simply stay if you weren't. I have no doubt you would enjoy literally ripping apart los estúpidos turistos with me just as you enjoy verbally ripping them apart."

Noah felt an index finger ruffle the top of his hair. On instinct, he moved his hand up to smack it away. His eyes widened as he realized what he'd just done, but Alejandro only chuckled. "See what I mean?" he continued. "But, sadly for both of us, I can't let it be known that I let a human go without a fight. I have a reputation to uphold. However, I will reward your hospitality with something I will never offer to another human again. Porque eres tan precioso para mí."

Alejandro carefully placed a thumb under Noah's chin to keep his gaze focused on the former. His claw rested against Noah's right cheek. The sharp tip faced away from him, but that could change at a moment's notice. "You have the privilege of convincing me why you deserve to live."

And Noah knew he would have to choose his next words very carefully.

[zepp-l1n]

Girls Night In

Pairing: (Platonic) Lucy Carlyle x Fem!reader, Locklyle mentioned, George x reader mentioned

summary: the two female members of Lockwood & Co spend some quality time together. fic type - fluff, best friends warning - none word count - 781 a/n: still devastated we won't see more of Lucy :(

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Lucy and (Y/N) didn't get to hang out without the boys very often, but when they did, they went all out. These evenings consisted of movies, snacks, and other various fun activities.

Tonight was one of those nights. George and Lockwood had been called in for a case - one in which the girls really wouldn't be needed. As soon as George and Lockwood had exited 35 Portland Row Lucy and (Y/N) got to setting things up, both equally excited. First, they changed into a more comfortable set of pajamas. then got to their preparations. Lucy was in charge of grabbing snack and a movie, while (Y/N) took her usual task of building their little 'birds nest' they would huddle up in later in the evening. The nest was a collection of blankets and pillows from the girl's rooms.

Lucy stepped into their usual set up spot, her room, and found (Y/N) almost done setting up. She had dragged the tv from the corner of the attic, and moved it in front of Lucy's bed, and had already finished setting up the nest. In Lucy's arms were three different VHS tapes, and a plate with a selection of crisps and biscuits and two cups of tea. "Don't tell George, but I've raided the biscuit tin in the kitchen. He's gonna have to get more during the next store run." Lucy giggled.

(Y/N) let out a loud chuckle. "I won't tell him it was us, if you don't." She stumbled across the room, and helped Lucy place down the items she had carried up. Each girls respective tea was placed on the bedside tables on the sides they usually occupied, and the plate of snacks was sat on the middle of the bed.

"I grabbed three separate movies for us to choose from: Notting Hill, Hellraiser, and some French movie George bought a few weeks ago." Lucy explained.

"Huh." (Y/N)'s voice was filled with shock. "What a selection."

"I know." Lucy rolled her eyes and threw her friend a grin. "So, you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Notting Hill." (Y/N) and Lucy yelped simultaneously.

"God, I love Hugh Grant." Lucy groaned out while chucking the VHS tape over to (Y/N), who was now closer to the TV. (Y/N) slipped the tape into it's slot underneath the TV and hit play, before rushing back over to the bed. Both girls huddled under the mountain of blankets, trying to find the most comfortable position possible.

"Not as much as you love Lockwood." (Y/N)'s joke caused her to receive a slap to the shoulder.

Lucy gave (Y/N) a scandalized look while responding, "What? You don't know what you're talking about. I don't know what you mean."

"Mhm. Sure."

"Oh, as if they same couldn't be said about you and George!" Lucy chided. Suddenly, (Y/N) seemed to find the beginning credits much more interesting than the conversation at hand. Lucy let out a snort before reaching for the plate between them. She grabbed a ginger biscuit and split it, handing one of the halves to her friend.

Popping her half into her mouth, (Y/N) let out an appreciative hum. Lucy leaned over, resting her weight onto (Y/N)'s side, causing the other girl to do the same. "It's so nice when the boys leave us for a bit." (Y/N) mumbled after swallowing.

"Preach it, sister!" Lucy exclaimed. The two girls' giggles drowned out the sound of Hugh Grant's acting, but neither of them cared. They were both just happy to finally hang out and feel like normal teenagers. Other than these nights, they were constantly living and thinking about ghost hunting. These nights were like paradise.

The next few hours were spent in silence. A few giggles split through the white noise during specific parts of the movie - most involving Hugh - but other than that, they were just watching the movie and finishing their tea and biscuits. It was a comfortable silence, giving the girls a subconscious and mutual happiness.

By the time the movie had ended, Lucy had started to doze off. The light coming off of the TV was darker due to the credit sequence, but (Y/N)'s eyes still had to squint at its brightness. The soft snores coming from Lucy and dim light lulled her into sleep.

The two girls comfortably slept next to each other, movie credits rolling and low breathing echoing through the room. In the morning, they would wake up and have to deal with work and boys again. But tonight, they just got to be teenage girls having fun, waiting to plan the next 'girls night'.

[sigmaelxgr]

WIP show

Thank you @captain-of-silvenar for tagging me once again! To be honest, I dont spend much time on tumblr anymore except to have discussions and to share a few few things - I tend to forget I have an account here until some tag pops out of nowhere. I love them, and I'll try to give you some WIPs of mine. I've been working on young Xangr's diary. I have MANY pages of it and I'll try to translate them as correctly as possible... Now that it's my turn, I'll tag @yansurnummu and @lokorum!

So before we start, a little bit of context: We're years before the Planemeld. The coming piece of WIP comes from a whole diary that bears no date on it. It is at ESO days kept by the Mage Guild of Auridion, since it's trusted that it belonged to an ex-member of their cell and has been found in a Worm Cult nest. Here are the latest pages I'm working on (translated as I could) /!\ IT'S LONG :

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[...] It's the strangest text so far. As I decipher and translate it, it keeps rearranging its characters. It annoys the crap out of me. The glyphs describe and can be used as an easy hook. That was the purpose of the Wayrest colleagues if I reckon and I think the project is about the same here. Among the non-orthogonal lines, I'm beginning to glimpse discreet characters impregnated with subreptice. They have an unpleasantly familiar aroma that I can't quite put my finger on yet. When I touch these irregular arrangements of symbols, they dance, belch and nauseate me. It's a putrid smell. I don't know what it's doing here, but keeping these sentences isolated from the rest might come in handy. I have an inexplicable certainty about it - the feeling that it will be useful to us. I should think about bringing him a bouquet of flowers. I think he'd like it and it would help us get back on track. We can't stay in this situation.

Have returned to the text. The sketches I've isolated have stopped moving and describe a phenomena that can barely take shape in our reality. I can easily deduce that they break the laws of the Veil and obey only their own. I'm intrigued, but I won't say anything to the others for the moment. I wait until I've finished the task and understood everything before sharing the news. The other stuff? Simple, wordy equations about transliminality. They'll be useful for those who need to be reminded how to count. I wonder when I stopped being impressed by all these signs. I even wonder why I understand them so well. I get the feeling that they're speaking directly to me, and that the language used on this dusty paper isn't what carries the point. I'm beginning to wonder about the languages of other planes. I read an interesting book the other day that I'd pulled out of the laboratory stash. There are theories about the probable immaterial nature of daedra essence. I'll explain when I'm done with this parchment. He told me today that I look pretty good for someone who lives with an infant. I think it's his disguised way of telling me that he suspects I'm not sleeping at home. I don't like it when he does that. I don't like his eyes. They burn, and the flowers haven't helped anything between us. I'm going to spend several nights back in the attic, until I feel he's less concerned by my absences.

Back this evening. They made progress on my work but didn't feel the potential of the verses I extracted from all the paragraphs. It's only me who feels the call, obviously. I'm tired, and the quality of my writing is suffering. My lines are indecipherable and I have to keep correcting myself. However, they seem satisfied. Before I leave, I should have extracted a new equation. It's like alternating between removing a splinter or pulling a tooth: I operate between the meticulous and the brutal, each time using my pen and fingers as pliers. Sometimes you just have to know how to get respect, even from a piece of paper. “Zymel Hziz.” This is the last nymic I've managed to isolate - a lightning atronach. Decidedly, Oblivion today is convenient in the way it lexicalizes the entities that reside there… It's even suspiciously tidy. Note: don't lock yourself into a general rule. Being taken by surprise isn't always a pleasant experience.

My results have been transmitted and will soon be re-evaluated. I'm waiting for them to come back, stamping my feet slightly but not too much. They don't like it when I'm impatient; I hear it's too decisive a flaw in many cases. To keep myself busy, I pick up these rotten-meat-smelling characters again. I wonder if they're not a formula. I don't recognize any grammatical arrangement that might remind me of an entity, even squinting. I don't think it's a sentence. I'm sure it doesn't say anything and I'm not sure it matters either. Indeed, it says nothing. I've been thinking about it for several nights now, and I think I've finally figured it out. I'll wait a few more hours to flesh out my observations. It may not say anything, but it talks. And when I say “it talks”, I mean it's loquacious. Reading these incomprehensible phonemes is inaudible. I repeat and repeat in front of my colleagues, and they get nothing but annoyance out of it. But as I struggle to pronounce this unspeakable jumble, I'm gripped by a new certainty. I'm convinced that this language finds a way to be universal and selective at the same time. I'm certain that I can understand it because it wants me to. In the meantime, I have to say that it sounds awful. I must pronounce it with a deplorable accent, rather like I pronounce my Altmeri. I must confess that I haven't particularly tried to articulate my Altmeri correctly. Altmeri is good for vomiting. Altmeri is best disgorged from the heart.

Today's demonstration was impressive. I've learned a lot and I'd like to share with them my questions about the nature of this language. I'd like to call it “Skrmblz”. It adds a bit of cuteness to the sordidness, a bit like me. Skrmblz is a bit devious and has poor hygiene. She won't let anyone talk to her, and doesn't let anyone listen to her. Skrmblz has a nasty temper. We've taken turns trying to spit her out, and it's only when I have her in my mouth that I can taste more than bile. In the end, Skrmblz opens up to me with the force of my tongue, like someone stirring in a big mashed potato. It reminds me of good evenings.

Tonight, it's been a week since I've been down to the brothel. I'm in a cold sweat. Maybe I'll spend the next few nights relaxing a bit. I don't care if he's disappointed in me, all he had to do was appreciating my flowers!

I should bake him a cake…

Look, I'm sorry. I think I really am. I wish you'd appreciate them and put them in a vase next to our bed. I guess she didn't let you keep them in our house. I know you're worried and I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't have started it, we shouldn't have talked about it and I should have stayed pure and virtuous like you. Sometimes I envy you. I miss you, only caring about that screaming infant and that woman who shrieks like a sow. You know something? You deserve better. When I get rid of all this, we'll be fine. I think with your clarity, you'll have no trouble seeing how happy we can be. You can even keep the baby, for all I care... I understand why you don't want to trust me with it, since I'm about to ransack every one of my synapses.

I promise, I'll try not to stay there for more than 72 hours. I promise this time I'll go home and get some sleep.

[aching-tummies]

RP Starter: Project Hallmark

Project Hallmark. It's the cheesy nickname you've given to circumstances that have led to this--December 20-23 at a local hotel.

I step into the lobby and take it all in. I can count on the fingers of one hand, with fingers to spare, how many times I've actually stayed in a hotel in my lifetime. My family wasn't big on travel, and even when we did travel, there'd usually be a family member or friend at the destination willing to let us crash under their roof. Carpet, sheets laid over linoleum or tile, and nests made of winter jackets were what I got used to. It's 'cuz of this upbringing that I see hotels, no matter how grand, as some pinnacle of luxury. Even now, in my late-twenties with enough funds to afford a couple of nights at a hotel, I've never been able to justify blowing half a month's rent on two nights at a hotel.

There's a coffee shop to my left across the lobby and the scents coming from it are divine. My stomach rumbles and I gently rub at it over my felt coat. I debate whether or not to stop for a hot Mocha and maybe some pastry with chocolate in it.

Juggling three jobs has resulted in 'meals' becoming a pipe dream. Odds are, I grab something quick just to keep me on my feet. Most of the time, that's a simple breakfast sandwich--an egg and maybe a piece of bacon shoved into an English muffin or bun about the size of my palm. It's not much, but it's affordable and convenient enough to eat while on-the-go--rushing to catch a bus or while getting my uniform on for the food-job. My current jobs are at a fast-food restaurant (aka food job), a glorified intern around 4 days a week for a community service association (aka 'Office job'), and an unofficial side-gig doing crafting stuff for friends and acquaintances. Due to my hectic schedule and the crafting gig taking every moment not spent at either of my official jobs or in transit we keep missing each other. During the rare hours we're home together, I'm either super concentrated on some craft, or I'm asleep at my sewing machine. The lack of significant couple-time led to you working on Project Hallmark--basically, a romantic get-away. Hotel, good food, and spending intentional time together.

My stomach grumbles, reminding me that the last thing I ate was a fried egg on a piece of bread that I had put together around midnight the night before, having found my growling tummy too uncomfortable to allow me to sleep. It's currently just passed 5PM of the next day and I left the office after a day of giving impromptu presentations and getting projects and planning sorted out and down for approvals in the new year. A fussy sponsor for a project our office is spearheading decided to show up and act like a big shot and I spent 4 hours listening to him shout irrelevant buzz words and basically trying to suggest 15 other initiatives we should have been working on rather than the singular initiative we've been funded for. All in all, a frustrating and annoying day. I got out of the office just in time to make a mad dash for the bus that was fast-approaching, only to receive a text from you telling me to get off in downtown rather than take the bus to the other end of the city to go home.

As hungry as I am, my watch flashing 5:40PM at me makes my decision for me. Room 815 awaits and as divine as coffee and pastry sounds right about now, I'm actually excited for whatever it is you have planned for us.

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Well then, send me your best responses.

[writingreadingdaydreaming]

random ask, but you know how some people say that declan is like a pr footballer, in the sense that everything he says seems media trained and planned to perfection to paint him in the best light?

well, i was thinking about your omega declan headcanon and the trauma he had to go through becoming a mum as a teen along with actually going into labour and now i'm thinking of declan in omegaverse trying to become the squeaky clean, ultra-perfect, never-puts-a-foot-wrong omega footballer in everything that he does because in his head he's already done so much wrong. like yeah, he loves his son and wouldn't trade him for the world and being a footballer means he has enough money and resources to take care of him, yet he still feels like a failure because his son is growing up without his father in his life and declan is always away for a match whether it's for club or country and he feels as if his son barely knows him. then there's the whole trauma with nesting, something that should be innate and comforting for omegas but it just freaks him the hell out after everything that's happened.

so now its like, he can't be a good mother to his son, he can't be a good omega because he's broken inside, so the only thing left is football and if he fucks that up, then he literally has nothing left.

so he puts on a smile for the media, answers their questions with the words they want to hear while simultaneously not giving too much away for the sake of his club. he speaks to all of his teammates, gets to know them on and off the pitch, gets close to them so they see him as a warm friendly figure and interacts with their social media post so everyone can see what a welcoming individual he is. he speaks highly of his teammates, speaks highly of his manager, always comes off as humble and grateful for the journey he's been on and where he's reached so far. but he also makes sure that they know that he's talented, that he can put the words and hopes into action on the pitch, can command the midfield and doesn't allow himself to be bullied around. they sometimes catch some pictures of him with his son (i am so sorry but i've completely forgotten his name!) and the media run some whole "from midfield to motherhood" type saga on the pages when they get photographed and it gives declan the opportunity to gush about his son and talk about balancing motherhood with playing. when they ask him if it gets too much, if he has to choose between the two what will happen, his perfect glowing smile falters and his eye twitches slightly, but not enough to give anything away. he tells them that it is impossible to choose, and he's not lying.

it's all so utterly exhausting trying to be perfect. but declan had already used up all his mistakes, was practically in debt from it so he had no choice but to be perfect.

Just wanna start by saying when I saw this anon I literally screamed cause I scrolled and it just kept going and going with all this stuff I have been wanting to talk about for ages but never got the chance to so thank you so fucking much.

And just for reference Declan’s son is called Callum, but it’s honestly fine that you forgot, I haven’t talked about it enough for anyone but me to remember 🤣

And honestly I love this perspective on it. Getting pregnant at 14 (and giving birth at 15) would make anyone feel like a failure from the get go, especially when that pregnancy results in him being released from the Chelsea academy. He had to claw his way back into the sport and he’s so grateful for everything because it was almost ripped away from him so violently. But there’s still a weight in his stomach watching Callum’s subtle reaction when Declan tells him that he’s gonna have to spend the next two nights with his grandparents or with his uncle Mark (Noble). It’s slight but it’s there. A silent disappointment and acceptance that’s especially strong on European nights or days in Merseyside or Tyneside. Callum is by far old enough to understand why, but it doesn’t quite take the sting out of it all the time.

As for the situation between Declan, Callum, and Callum’s father - Callum’s biological dad actually is in his life, but not in a meaningful way. He’s pretty emotionally abusive and manipulative. Him and Declan aren’t dating, but he’s scared to not let him around Callum, plus the fact that he abused Declan during his pregnancy too. But he does this grand show of turning up at their front door every few months, staying for a few days or a couple weeks and managing to win them both over again before deciding that he’s had enough fun and leaving without a trace again. Callum has grown to resent his dad and it’s a big source of arguments between Callum and Declan.

The thing about nesting is that it’s not as big of an issue for Callum as it is for Declan. Callum has other omegas in his life who can show him how to nest, and he knows how to make one and why they’re beneficial - he just personally chooses not to do it very often on the off-chance that his mom wonders into his room, sees a nest, and freaks out (these ‘freak outs’ actually being PTSD flashbacks from having a severe haemorrhage and believing his son was dead while giving birth in a hospital nest). It bothers Declan far more than it bothers Callum, because Declan has the added stressor of knowing how good nesting used to feel for him - I mean, he basically spent his entire pregnancy in his nest - and knowing that the feeling has been long destroyed.

And ultimately, yeah, Declan is the perfect omega footballer. Aggressive and passionate on the pitch but perfectly humble and funny off of it. He’s digestible. Doesn’t get involved in controversy or mishaps. Just a little cookie cutter of what omega players can and should be. And it’s not like he’s fake or putting on a different personality, cause he’s not, but it’s more like constantly trying to be in a good and bubbly mood, even when he’s on the verge of a panic attack cause he unexpectedly walked in on one of his omega teammates preparing a nest for after the game.

One thing he’s become very good at is controlling his scent and hiding his basically constant anxiety from the media.

And a midfield to motherhood piece? Well that would just put the cherry on the cake. Personal questions are thrown at him and his PR wall starts to crumble. By this point, Callum would be around 10, meaning that he’s still a kid but getting to the age where he’s starting to hit puberty and hormonal changes happen aka Declan and Callum are fighting a lot more than they used to. Also ramped up a million times by the fact that Callum is really badly struggling with Mason leaving for Manchester and not being a constant grounding force in both his and his mom’s life. Callum is developing an attitude and Declan’s patience is wearing thin, and that’s is never a good combo. So while he’s gushing to some journalist and how he wouldn’t change anything about his family for the world, he knows that his son doesn’t say ‘I love you’ to him before he goes to sleep anymore.

But you’re right. He’s already in debt with mistakes. Failed his parents, failed his Chelsea coaches, currently failing his son.

I know you didn’t mention this but another thing would be that during all this, Declan is dealing with an insane amount of internalised homophobia and comphet, and struggling to accept the fact that he’s actually a lesbian. And not only a lesbian, but a lesbian that is in love with his omega best friend, Mason Mount (Mason is openly a lesbian, but refuses to process that he is also in love with Declan, cause he’s under the presumption that Declan is straight). And that’s a whole other can of worms on top of an already swarming garden of pests.

Declan kind of feels like a porcelain doll who will shatter at a strong wind. Shame is he just doesn’t know when that wind is coming.

God I absolutely LOVED writing this so if you or anyone else has any other questions about omega Declan Rice or omegaverse in general please spam the inbox!!!

[lifeinkinder]

Stuff and things in no particular order and all random.

My Christmas present to myself was a Google nest hub thing - not the expensive one, but the on sale one. So I moved the old nest to the nursery since we spend a ton of time in there anyway.

I lowered the crib mattresses today. While neither baby is able to sit without someone putting them that way, Tiny Sir has decided he's going to start trying to use the sides to pull himself to sitting. So down go the mattresses - they'll be 9 months Friday, so it was time anyway (we have mini cribs, so the highest level isn't really that high).

Tiny Sir is having a sleep regression. It's incredibly frustrating, not really because he's waking up multiple times a night but because he's waking up and doesn't want me to hold him but also doesn't want to be in his bed. Squish just had a sleep regression a couple of weeks ago, so I knew his was coming.

My daycare is closing on Friday. This isn't new news, I've known since October and the babies have a new daycare lined up to get us through the rest of the school year and then a second new daycare lined up for when they turn 15 months old to get us either until they turn 3 or start kindergarten (the daycare isn't where we live so if tiny Sirs EI family plan thing needs to become an IEP when he ages out of EI, they'll have to change daycares - also if squish ever needs EI/eventually an IEP). The point of this was though, I'm really sad about it. I love their teachers they have been the most amazing people who have loved my babies and have done so much to be proactive and protective of little man's health pre and post surgery. And most importantly, the babies love their teachers. I know we will likely find that at their new center, but it's not the same. I had planned for them to stay at their daycare forever - seriously, they did a school age program, and I sure did plan for them to attend once they were in school.

Their new daycare has dumb rules that I don't love. Like you can only take your child if you're going to work or going to class. Like, no, I pay yall a lot of money; they will be going even when I'm out of school as long as yall aren't closed. How else will I ever accomplish anything?

I am deep cleaning and rearranging and purging my house this week. I accomplished one room today, but the goal tomorrow is 3 rooms.

[irimarzz]

anyway. cuckoo's nest fix-it au I've been thinking of.

everything is canon up until the party (minus a few details. cheswick never dies n a couple other things that I forget), but, instead of everyone oversleeping, they wake up on time. Mack, Chief and the girls all say goodbye and leave. Chief & Mack get the hell out of Oregon as fast as they can, only stopping for food and to stay in a motel sometimes, using money that they got from Candy & from Mack's gambling. they eventually settle down in Washington near the border of Canada and get a crappy apartment in a small town. Chief goes back to being an electrician, finishing his apprenticeship and working odd jobs helping people fix things. Mack gets a job at a factory that he hates, but being away from the hospital and being with Chief is worth it. they don't immediately start a relationship, but most nights they share a bed and there is so much romantic and sexual tension between them. Chief especially is a lot happier and he talks more, though he's still pretty quiet, but if it's just him and Mack he will talk and talk and talk. Mack loves it.

back at the hospital, Harding checks out around a month after the party. he spends some time trying to fix things with his wife, but after another month, he stops denying himself and gets a divorce. he moves north and lives in a small town where he meets a man who he falls madly in love with. they end up owning a bar together that functions as a normal bar during the day, but at night, it's a queer bar. Harding bartends and sometimes hosts drag shows, while his partner works on the more technical business end of things. they're happy.

It takes about a year before Billy leaves the hospital, but during that year, Candy visits him regularly. they develop a really great relationship and Billy loses his stutter almost entirely. he's happier than he's been in years. he leaves the hospital and proposes to Candy and they get married. they own a little house near the ocean and are incredibly happy. Candy quits her job as a prostitute and stays home mostly while Billy works to provide for them.

after a couple of years, Mack gets in contact with Candy again and by extension, Billy. him and Chief travel back down to oregon to visit them and get filled in on everything they missed. cute little reunion moment.

that's about all that I have rn it's really just something I've been musing in my head when I'm bored but I think it's cute and I am a sucker for happy endings