#OOOOO SHE LOOKS SO COOL!!!!!

[fisherrprince]

miskellaneous

[rosicheeks]

[nightly-ruse]

I think about the two sides of Mapleshade’s ending so much.

Like the idea of the death of her kits, murders, and own death going on the make a Queen’s Right thing is SO COOL I just eat that up (recommend bonefall’s au he did this and it’s sick)

But also the idea of either never being found out and just living her life know her kids aren’t Birchface’s but raising that way, lying to her whole new family, and still living. Is incredibly interesting. Or the idea of her running off to the farm and raising her kits there.

[chaoticwriting]

Danny X Cass part 1

The tension is high in the Watchtower currently. It is bad enough that the JL get news that Darkseid plans to invade Earth a few weeks ago when suddenly the Teen Titans contacted the JL that Trigon might actually invade Earth soon too.

Currently all the heroes are discussing possible scenarios and plans to counter the attack when suddenly a shadow moves behind Batman and pocks his sides.

Batman turns and sees his daughter, Cassandra, looking at him. She starts making hand signs and confused Batman momentarily.

'Call Friend. Might help.'

"Who's your friend? Is there anyone else that can help that isn't here?"

To that question, Cass stalls for a moment. She seems fidgety like she is nervous about something.

'Old friend. Also hero.'

Batman thinks for a moment and decides to give in. He might have a way to fend of the invasion of Darkseid and Trigon at the same time but not without heavy casualties. That plan is only for the worst case scenario.

Giving a nod to her daughter, Cass immediately beamed and goes to a far corner of the meeting room. Batman looks at her daughter that looks almost giddy for once. He doesn't know who she is calling but if she trust the other person, then he is also willing to try to trust whoever she is calling.

Cass sits in a corner where there is no one else near her and pulls out an old cell phone. A green light shines from the phone as Cass turns it on and a text is received just as she about to message the person.

Danny 🥰❤️🥰

Danny: Hey Cass, would you be free for a date? I wanna show you something cool I just get.

Cass: Can't go. Trigon and Darkseid are invading Earth. Very busy. Dad is stressed. Can you help?

Danny: Sure. I can go beat up Trigon and I'm sure Dan would gladly go and beat up Darkseid. He's been complaining about not being able to have a good fight since I have become too powerful for him. 😎😎

Cass: Come in Phantom. Introduce you to everyone.

Danny: Ok now you are making me nervous. Should I bring your dad gifts? Should I wear a formal wear or casual wear? Oh no! What if your dad doesn't like me? 😱😰😨

Cass: Don't worry. Dad will like you. Dad is paranoid. But he loves me.

Danny: Maybe I should gifts him an ecto-weapon? I heard he likes to make contingency plans. Surely he would like me more if I give him stuff to fund his hobby.

Cass: Hobby?

Danny: Y'know. Making contingency plan. I think that is his hobby. Like I understand if he has 1 or 2 contingency plans for each heroes but doesn't he have like 50 for each heroes?

Cass: 😂💕. No bringing ecto-weapon. Might hurts you.

Danny: It's fine. I will give it to him if he asks. Anyway, where should I meet you?

Cass: Watchtower.

Danny:Alright. See you in a minute. Bye 👋👋

Cass: 👋👋

Cass puts down her phone and is startled when a purple hoodie peeks from above her shoulders.

"Ooooo, is that your boyfriend? No wonder you are so protective of that phone. How dare you not tell me you have a boyfriend? Does our friendship means nothing to you?"

The figure clad in purple says dramatically. Cass push her away and stares at her angrily. Even though she is in full costume the purple still knows when she is mad.

"Steph. Bad peeking."

"Sorry, Sorry. I can't help it seeing you so secretive like that. I promise I will not do it again."

Lies. Both of them knows Steph is lying.

"Anyway, who is that? You know you shouldn't tell our situation to outsiders right? B might be mad if he knows."

"B says ok."

"Oh what? I never get permission to tell people stuff. This is blatant favoritism."

Cass looks at her smugly. Of course she knows she is the favorite. That's why she knows Batman will approve of Danny no matter what.

A commotion rises suddenly from the center of the room and Cass and Steph turn towards it ready for battle. They can see the members of JLD panicking about something when suddenly a green portal opens right in the middle of the room.

From the portal, a tall figure steps out with powerful presence emitting from him. His silver white hair falls down to his neck and his black and white hazmat suit gives of the feeling of awe whenever someone looks at him.

All the heroes in the room get into a fighting stance except a select few.

"Hello everyone. I am Phantom and I am here to help."

The figure's voice is not loud but everyone can hear it like it is spoken right besides them.

Before anyone could say anything a figure bypasses everyone and sprints towards Phantom. Unfazed, Phantom spreads his arm and the figure flies into his arm. Phantom gives the figure a hug and she replies with a tighter hug.

"I miss you." Cass says silently.

"I miss you too." Danny whispers and sends the voice to her only.

While everyone is still confused and stunned on what is going on, Constantine curses and brings everyone's attention back.

"Fucking hell. Whatcha doing here kid? I never call you did I."

The figure looks up and stares at Constantine. Everyone starts to become nervous and thought the figure is going to attack them when he just smirks.

"Of course it is not you. You only call me if you need my help to deal with your ex or something. You should really stop dating all these interdimensional demons y'know. There are only so many times I can save you."

Phantom's rebuttal gets a few snickers and gasps from the crowd.

"Fuck you, kid. What are you even doing here? And why are you holding one of the bats?"

"Do you hit your head somewhere in hell, Constantine? What does this looks like? I'm going to eat her?"

That comment makes a few figures in the crowd tense for a moment before Constantine next word baffles them more.

"No fucking way. You're dating one of the bats. Fucking hell. I don't want to be part of this shit anymore. Y'all can go fuck yourself."

Constantine then picks up his flask and opens a portal to return to House of Mystery. Just as he's about to step into the portal, Superman speaks up.

"Wait, Constantine. We still need your help in dealing with Trigon and Darkseid."

John stops in his tracks and looks at Danny. He chugs down all the remaining alcohol in his flask before replying.

"If that kid can't handle this problem, then we might as well just lay down and wait for our demise."

He then steps into the portal and disappears. Everyone looks at Danny that is still holding Cass in a hug and the awkwardness can be felt in the air.

Danny releases Cass that releases a whimper that is picked up by a few figures primarily the big bat.

"So, hello. I am Phantom and as I say, I am here to help."

Part 2

[mommynott]

Back with another request😛😍 can you write about Dealer!Mattheo and Innocent!Reader!! but a plot like she’s a perfect and good at everything basically and nobody would suspect she smokes but one day she asks if he deals and she comes over to his and he’s like really reserved but it end up in smut?! please and ty my favoritest writer ever!🤭🤭

Ooooo I have been SO excited to write this one! Starting with a little Drabble of them talking, SOOO excited to write more💋

Alright, let’s get into dealer!mattheo 😈

The Questioning

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, CHARS 18+, College AU, flirting, tension, build up, dealer!mattheo, weed use, dealing

Your looks deceived a lot of people. Sure you were shy, intelligent, reserved. But you also liked to let loose every now and then. Didn’t everybody?

The usual guy you used was gone and you knew Mattheo was a dealer. Everyone knew. You walked through the hallways until you spotted him. Attractive as ever, talking with Theo and Blaise.

Slowly, you approached the group, your doe eyes locked with Matt’s as your hands clutched your books tightly against your chest. Feeling your heart pounding with nervousness.

“Hey…Mattheo?”

A soft croak managed to escape your now dry throat while Mattheo smirked down at you. Such a pretty little thing. He dismissed Theo and Blaise, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the stone wall. His muscles flexed naturally, causing you to gawk down at them.

“Yes?” Matt asked in his usual cocky manner, raising a curious brown down at you as you swayed from side to side. Trying to find the words to speak. “I….I was wondering if you had some… weed?”

Mattheo scoffed finding it rather adorable that you even needed to ask him that. “Not on me…But yes I sell. You need some?” His raspy voice came out growl-like, taking a toothpick out of his pocket before placing it between his lips. Fuck.

“Mhmm- Is that okay?”

This caused Matt to laugh under his breath before his dark chocolate gaze locked with yours. But in Mattheos mind? He was already thinking of the positions he could put you in. How those lush lips of yours would look wrapped around his cock. How loud he could make you scream.

“‘Course it’s okay, doll face.”

The nickname only made your pulse accelerate. It was a known fact Mattheo Riddle was a player and at times….You'd think of what it was like with him. After all, he was an attractive guy. “Alright, cool. Thanks.”

The softest and sweetest smile sprawled across your face and Matt stood up straight, placing a hand on your shoulder, practically towering over you. “Come by my dorm after class and I got you, darlin’”

He smirked one last time and you could feel the apples of your cheeks burning up. You nodded your head just as he walked away, throwing you one last charming wink before he disappeared into the crowded hallway.

You stood back, trying to catch your breath before you made it to your next class. Already waiting to go see him. Wondering if you’d be in for more than what you asked for because Merlin knew you were hoping so.

Eeekkkk! I hope you guys liked this small little Drabble I have SO many ideas with how I want this to go!

Love you all my smut sluts, requests and asks open 💋

Divider pinned in my masterlist🌙

[azertyjf]

Capitano: You're surrounded, Archon. Surrender the gnosis, or face our wrath.

Mavuika: Fat chance, Harbinger. I gotta ask one thing, however. What is she doing with you?

*Mualani standing proudly beside Capitano*

Capitano: She insisted to walk by my side. I don't know actually know whose side she's on.

Kinich: ... Mualani, will you get back here?

Mualani: Aww... do I have to? They're so cool! Look! They have... GUNS... Ooooo...

[ast4tarion]

hi!! hope you’re having a good day:)

i was wondering if you can write a smut where mike is a nerd in college and the popular girl needs to bring her grade up so he tutors her. she would always flirt with him and make him get all nervous. she repays him by giving him a blowjob and you can add anything else to the story if you want!! thank youu

ooooo i havent written anything like this, thank you for a new idea :D ty for the kind words too i hope everyone reading this day is a good one too <3 (god this is way longer then i meant for it to be)

cws; sub!mike, slight dom!reader, virginity taking, blowjob, gender neutral reader, a little messy

“Have you ever had sex with a girl before?”

The question you ask Mike is completely genuine but he stops writing in his tracks, his face visibly flushing red.

The two of you are studying for midterms (actually, more like Mike guiding you through the subjects) together in his dorm, books and papers strewn everywhere at his table.

“I—what?” He really wasn’t expecting you to ask that and he looks almost nervous.

“Have you?” you ask it like it’s the most casual question in the world, flipping your pencil around in your hand.

“Uh….no,” he looks very embarrassed, it’s cute on him. “I haven’t gotten close to anyone like that before, and no one was particularly interested in the guy hiding behind his engineering book.”

You were quite surprised to learn this, in your opinion he was quite the attractive guy.

“Would you be up for an offer then?” His eyes widened, and he let his pencil slide out of his grip completely.

“What kind of offer….?” He said it, but the implication after the topic of conversation was understood between the two of you, but he clearly didn’t believe it.

“Well I’d really like to do something nice for you in return for tutoring me, we’ve already talked about this but I really wish I could pay you but everything’s going to food and tuition right now and I couldn’t ever ask my parents so I was wondering if you’d let me make you feel good instead?” You said.

His entire face was visibly red now with blush, and his gaze dropped and avoided yours as he processed what you were saying. He seemed in total disbelief, his hands tapping the table which you knew was a nervous habit of his.

“I-um, but I-I’ve never done that with anyone? I wouldn’t wanna, um, somehow do it wrong.” He was incredibly sincere and it was quite endearing.

You leaned back in your seat, trying to catch his nervous eyes.

“I’m cool with that, I could even teach you if that would make you feel less nervous? Think of it as…….a tutoring session. Only if you want too though.” His hands found themselves, wringing and thumbing his palm. He was clearly deep in thought and given permission you wanted to wipe that stress from his face. It would be an honour to teach him, after all the exams and quizzes he’d helped you pass.

“Alright…I think I’d, uh, like that. When?” You smiled at his confirmation of consent, excitement and arousal already beginning to build up inside you. You stood up, walking around the desk and sitting on one of his thighs.

“We’ve been studying for a while now, I think this would be a good opportunity to take a break and learn something new.” You put your hands on his chest, your voice dropping in a suggestive way that earned a shiver out of him.

“O-Okay,” he gulped, finally gathering the courage to look at you in front of him. “What’s the first step?”

You leaned in to kiss his neck and he gasped loudly. “First the ground rules. One, if you decide it’s too much we can always stop, alright? Two, tell me if you’re going to cum. Three, listen to your body, Mikey, tell me what feels good.” You purred into his ear, trying to take things slow so he could adjust to them. He quickly nodded, and you starting leaving light kisses down his chest.

As much as you wanted to grind down on his thigh you had an objective: make him cum. You moved off his lap and he watched you the entire time with a mix of nervousness and curiosity in his eyes. You slid to the floor in between his legs as he was seated at his desk.

Your first step was massaging his thighs, getting closer and closer to his dick. Your hand settled over the fly of his jeans, palming the denim and smirking when you felt the bulge it held.

You began unzipping it, speaking as you worked. “First step is to relax, this parts all about you baby boy.” He felt the urge to whimper and aggressively bit it back.

Just the tiny amounts of friction and sultry words you provided had began to work him up. You pulled down his boxers enough for his cock to be freed, hardening at every touch.

He was fairly big, your fingertips just barely met around it when you gave it a couple experimental jerks. He made a little noise at this, and you smiled.

You spit in your hand, spreading the wetness across his length to make it easier. It was clear he was unuse to his own boner, his mouth agape and his hips beginning to shift in the chair.

You started by giving the tip a tiny kiss, followed by short little licks to the head. You flattened your tongue and swirled it all around the head, running your tongue over his sensitive slit.

This gained an immediate reaction, another little noise escaping his mouth followed by his hands gripping his own thighs. You were barely touching him and he was already panting at the sweet sensation.

You took it a little further, pumping the base and farther into your mouth. You were licking the underside of his dick, dragging hot wet stripes further and further down each time. You were halfway down his length, finally taking it all into your mouth and pushing it in until your lips reached your loose fist.

His pants were evolving into full blown moans, his hand white-knuckles gripping his desk. He spread his legs further, hoping to give you more access. Every moan is music to your ears, coming out in little “hnngs…” and “mmmfng…..”

The tip almost reached the back of your throat and there was spit dripping down your chin, mixing with whatever slick he was leaking. You moved forward and back, your tongue sliding wetly and stimulating him. You repeated this, grinding into the floor for any ounce of your own friction.

His cock was a wet mess, and the sounds coming from your mouth became more and more vulgar. Slick-filled wet slaps of skin on skin as your fist pumped faster and faster and your tongue swirled around his girth.

He was getting closer and you could tell because he was absolutely loosing control of himself. He’d been reduced to drawn-out moans and whimpering at how fast you were going; his hips had also started bucking forward, pushing more and more of it into your mouth until you were almost completely swallowing him.

Your own desperation made it even more wet and messy, you drew back and a long string of precum dripped from his tip to your tongue thinly connected. Your gaze was driving him crazy, the combination of your eyes locked on his and the slurping wet kiss you licked up his shaft again.

When your mouth dove back on it you could tell he was getting incredibly close to finishing. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and so pathetic that it was hitting the walls of your cheek and the very back of your throat.

It was ultimately your groan that sent him over the edge, the vibrations sent through your mouth felt all over his cock and it felt so good, so wet, so overwhelming that he barely had time to whimper “fuck, I-I’m going too—!”

His cock throbbed and pulsed as you licked his slit once more, taking it out of your mouth absolutely cockdrunk. It barely took a single pump for him to explode, thick white ropes bursting from his tip and all over your chest.

His head was thrown back and he was panting hard, his cock head was flushed a pretty pink like his blush and it kept twitching, smaller streams erupting until it came to a slow stop.

Your face was a mess of his hot cum and your underwear absolutely soaked through. His eyes were closed and he was still gasping, sighing as he slowly loosened his grip on the desk as he rode out the end of his orgasm.

“Fuck, holy shit, thank you.” He mumbled, still coming down from the adrenaline of finishing. When he did look down he swore he could’ve came a second time, the way your face was lit up by a smile and absolutely drenched in his sticky white seed.

“Of course, if I wanted to teach you about sex I had to make sure you’d at least get to cum before you made someone else do it,” You stood up, standing close to him and running your hand through his pretty brown hair.

“Tomorrow after we finish calculus, I’ll show you how to eat someone out~”

[jinx-isha-forever]

Chef kiss

(Jinx x fem!reader)

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day! You and Isha are cooking a surprise for Jinx.

Warnings: none.

A/N: I was extremely hungry for pizza when writing this. Happy reading!

“Ooooo Isha that’s perfect.”

You say tasting the tomato sauce, Isha had been helping you stir and season.

She smiles up at you, tasting it as well.

It was Valentine’s Day evening, and both of you were cooking a delicious surprise for Jinx.

After much debate, you both decided to make super deluxe cheese pizza!

Jinx had been out for most of the day. Which gave you plenty of time to cook.

“Okay Isha.”

You finish flatting down the doughy crust into a heart shape.

“Can you bring over that delicious sauce and spread it around?”

You motion your head to the doughy crust in front of you.

Isha nods. Moving to grab the pots handle. She brings it over carefully.

You smile. Watching her look so focused. Her eyes and nose are slightly scrunched in concentration.

“Yep! That’s it!” You say behind her as she spoons out the sauce to the crust.

While Isha finishes. You go and grab several badges of cheese from the fridge. You had bought 6 different types of cheese.

(I mean this was supposed to be super deluxe cheese pizza right.)

You walk back over, juggling all the bags in your arms.

You sit the bags down on the counter.

“Let’s do this.” You say, before turning the first bag over. Dumping the cheese everywhere.

You both repeat until all the bags are empty.

Isha looks at the mountain of cheese in awe.

“What do you think?”

You ask. Ruffling the kid’s hair.

She giggles, before doing a little chef kiss in the air.

You laugh.

“Let’s get this masterpiece in the oven!”

You pick up the tray the pizza is on and start to walk over to the oven.

“Can you open the oven door kid?”

Isha quickly swings the door open.

You sit the pizza down on the rack and shut the door.

“Good work!”

Isha beams up to you.

You glance at the time.

“Looks like we’ve got maybe a couple more hours till Jinx gets back.”

You pause a moment.

“What do you think about getting some cool lights up?”

Isha nods, before running off. She brings back a box. Pulling out a string of pink lightbulbs.

“Brilliant!”

You say looking at all the lights.

Isha smiles.

Both of you start to string up the lights all over the hideout.

You pull a table out, and potion it under the lights.

Putting a few candles on the table.

You take a step back, before you hear-

Shhhrrrrsssss

You spin around towards the noise to find Isha with a spray paint can. She’s spraying little pink and blue neon hearts all over the walls and floors.

“You’re a little genius!”

You say, smiling and tilting your head, looking at the small girl.

She looks up at you with a proud smirk.

Beep. Beep. Beep

The oven timer alarm filled the air.

You run over. Grabbing a towel, you open the oven door and pull out the cheese goodness.

“Woooooooo.”

You’re practically drooling at how delicious it looks.

Cheese dripping off the edges of the crust. The smell explodes in the air.

Isha runs over.

Her eyes get wide, taking in the pizza as well.

“This is going to taste incredible.”

You bump Isha’s shoulder playfully, sitting down the hot pizza.

You glance at the time once again.

“She should be here any minute.”

You say folding your arms.

“And then we can—“

“Hoooly mooooly!”

Jinx’s loud voice bounces off the walls.

“I can’t believe.. this is the coolest.. why does it smell so good in here?”

Both of you rush over to Jinx, tackling her in a hug.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

You say. Isha giggles at the excitement.

Jinx laughs.

“We made super deluxe cheese pizza!”

You point towards the table where the hot pizza was sitting.

“Nooo way! I’ve been craving something cheesy all day!”

Jinx pauses. Her eyes darting around the room, taking in the sight of everything you and Isha did.

Everything looked special. The lights casted a soft pink glow. The neon paint hearts everywhere were right up her alley too. And the pizza was just the icing on the cake.

“Well! You guys aren’t the only ones with a surprise.”

She brakes away from you both, skipping over to door she just came from.

Jinx quickly hides something behind her back, skipping back over.

Excitement all over her face.

“For you Isha.” She kneels down holding out a soft looking rabbit toy.

Isha’s whole face lights up. She nearly knocks Jinx over giving her a hug.

“You like it! I had a felling you might.”

Jinx looks up at you. A little smirk playing on her lips.

“And for yooou…..”

She moves to stand Isha now holding Jinx’s leg.

Jinx slips her hand in her back pocket, pulling out two bracelets.

They were both black with pink and blue neon paint splatters here and there. They also had a couple little buttons on the side.

“So these are not your everyday bracelets.”

She holds up the bracelets closer to your face.

“They can do quite a lot. But the coolest thing is that if we’re ever separated or lost, you can push that little button, riiiiight there, and it will help me find you.”

You raise an eyebrow. Extremely impressed.

“And I made two! One for you and one for me. So it can work both ways.”

She takes in a deep breath looking in your eyes.

“Dooo you like it?”

She tilts her head.

“I love it! Jinx I love you!” You put it on your wrist before pulling her in your arms.

She chuckles. Pulling you impossibly closer.

“I love you too toots! So,so much.”

[idkfitememate]

What about boar!creator running into diona on her way to find a fresh batch of poiso-*cough cough* I mean ingredients :) and maybe helping out? Say giving her the worst tasting herbs and such?

Diona Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Boar x Diona & Klee (others)

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 902

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, crack, platonic relationships

“Stupid drunks… stupid men… stupid stupid…”

Here in the wild we find a small calico cat girl. She seems to be looking for something..! Herbs!

As a very helpful Boar (who now craves attention from characters) you quietly begin to make you way over.

“Mmm… where’s all the good stuff? It’s usually here…” she continued to mutter, lost in her own world. And then you oinked.

“KYAAAAAA!-“

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍯🍮🍩୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

A arrow embedded with cryo stuck out of a tree beside you. And you both stared at each other.

Gently, you walked towards the scared cat girl, before gently nuzzling into her leg.

And then you hit her with the…

✨Puppy-Boar Eyes✨

You nudged your snout into her leg, and then into her little bundle of not-so-safe herbs.

“Hello little boar… do you want to help..?” She was hesitant, of course that was to be expected, but when you squealed in happiness, a smile immediately graced her face.

“A nice boar? Don’t see that every day. Alright little boar, let’s get some pois- I mean herbs!”

And with that, you both set off into the forest. You led her to all the best spots, keeping danger away by guarding her, always watching her back. Walking behind her and letter her pet your fur when startled.

Eventually her pockets and your maw were stuffed with herbs and plants. It got to the point where you had to calm down Teyvat from giving you two to many, as to not give away anything about your being the Creator…

Shockingly, no churls, slimes or whopperflowers jumped out of anywhere to attack… wonder why…

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍰🍮🧁୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

HOLY SHIT SHE WANTED YOU TO FOLLOW HER INTO MONDSTADT?!?!??

“C’mon boar! I want you to come in! The people deserve to see the fact that a boar was more helpful than a full grown man!-“

The child pulled against your tusks as you pulled back, struggling against each other.

“C’mon…c’mon..!” “Heya Diona!” You recognized that voice.

KLEE!!1!1!1!111!1!1!!!!2

Your jaw dropped and flowers fell out, your tail wagging behind you. You honestly wanted to bolt over and poke her chubby cheeks!

“Hi Klee! Can you help with these plants? I don’t know if the boar wants to keep helping me…” Oh no she’s sad-

You picked up your herbs and settled your nerves. Klee’s eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“Ooooo! A painted boar! With a hilichurl mask! Where’d ya find it?” “It was just out in the open and offered to help.” “Cool!”

You watched the interaction with your heart swelling with love. Gods they were so cute!~

You snorted again, getting the attention back on you, walked towards the city and Klee giggled. Taking some herbs from your mouth and Diona’s hands, you three made your way into the city.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍪🍫🍭୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

“Where. Is. Klee.” Jean was unamused. She asked Kaeya to watch Klee as she went out. And what does she find? A frantic Kaeya, but no Klee.

“I was watching for one second, blinked, and she was gone. I SWEAR I was watching her Jean.” Kaeya was flipping couch cushions and pulling books off the shelf in Jeans office.

“I already checked the other building I’m sure she-“ “GIRLS GET AWAY FROM THAT WILD BOAR!-“

“…”

“…”

“I guess we found her..! Hooray?..”

“…Watch you back Kaeya.”

The duo ran out of the Knights building, rushing down steps just to see Klee, Diona, Venti, Bennett and Razor (why was he in the city??) all surrounding a odd looking boar.

“STAY AWAY FROM THEM THEY DID NOTHING WRONG!!!” Yelled Diona.

“YEAH! THEY HELPED DIONA AND KLEE GET HOME!” Called Klee.

“Well I need to check something… important…” Said Venti, eerily-

Oh god your gonna die-

“THAT’S THE BOAR WE WERE TALKING ABOUT!!” Shouted Bennett

“YEAH! THAT IS ODD SMELLING BOAR!!” Screamed Razor.

You really were gonna die-

“Settle down now everyone. What’s going on here? And Klee? Please stop running off.” Jean sounded exhausted, which was fair.

“THATS THE BOAR!” Continued Benett, “THE ONE WE WERE TELLING YOU GUYS ABOUT!”

“Bennett, come on now. There’s no need to keep that up. There is no way a boar could summon Andrius and then all the four winds.” Jean replied.

“It helped me gather herbs. And led me and Klee back to Mondstadt.” Diona countered. Jean simply let out a sigh.

Venti just kept staring at you. You really were going to die by his hands, huh?-

Soon all the noises of their voices became a cacophony of noise around the now slightly overstimulated boar.

So what did you do?

Cause a fucking wind storm of course!

Or, to be more specific….

Called Davalin to pick your ass up and fly you away from this god awful situation!

With the wind whipping around them wildly, the small group looked on in awe at the large dragon that seemed to descend for no real reason.

He simply breathed out a sigh before nudging a shocked Jean and Venti out of the way, offering his back to the now perked up boar.

You did your best boar smirk, before trying your damndest to climb on his back (he ended up helping you with gusts of wind) before taking off into the skies.

“…”

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“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…Is Jean still mad at Klee for running off?”

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : This took so long because final reviews are kicking my ass-

Hope this sufficed, I know it isn’t the best, but I hope you still enjoyed it! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

[lowkeyrobin]

Headcanons for mcyt x reader doing a cooking/baking stream together??

I love your writing!!!

<3

ooooo okay okay!!! yes of course bro ; also thank you!! I appreciate it sm 🫶🫶🫶🫶

MCYT ; cooking/baking stream

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language, grease fires

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

you guys were making lasanga

Garfield jokes every five minutes

there's pasta sauce and cheese everywhere

he's constantly screaming to the viewers because you keep slapping him with the lasagna sheets, cooked or dry

"y/n! help! I'm being assaulted with lasagna sheets!"

he stained his shirt with pasta sauce 💀💀

almost set the house on fire bc he somehow left shit in the oven before preheating it

you turn on music halfway through and it turns into a karaoke stream

"CALIFORNIA GIRLS WERE UNFORGETTABLE-"

RANBOO

you were making soup because you found a good recipe you wanted to try

you accidently spilled the broth and covered your legs in it

he cut himself chopping up the celery (very minor cut dw)

"cooking stream? more like we injure ourselves for two hours stream"

"cooking stream? I hardly know her"

very chaotic but very good soup

during the intervals where you guys were just waiting for things to cook, you started a hashtag on Twitter to ask you guys stuff

and you answered them while keeping an eye on the food

afterwards you guys watch TV and eat your food while still streaming

"normalize eating on stream 2024!"

FREDDIE BADLINU

you were making breakfast for dinner on stream

you had to go use the bathroom while the bacon was cooking and left Freddie to tend to everything for less than a minute

and he started a grease fire.

after he got it extinguished he kinda just stood there waiting for you

meanwhile chat was exploding with panic and laughter

"Hey, y/n, I don't think we're having bacon tonight!"

"What the fuck happened???"

luckily no damage to anything other than the meat

the rest of it was really good though, and the stream had enough action for tonight 💀💀

NIKI NIHACHU

you guys were making cupcakes

you dropped like two eggs 💀💀💀 so while she was getting new ones you were cleaning up all the eggshell fragments and the insides

you got the camera to show stream your fucking mess and someone sent a dono saying "butterfingers ass"

the cackling after that 💀

you're able to get them into the oven though

and while you're waiting for them to cook, you watch dance moms and discuss everything wrong with it

commentary youtubers? I hardly know them

she begins making the icing while you pull the cupcakes out to let them cool

10/10 cupcakes they're amazing

you guys had a pride flag theme so lmao

ALEX QUACKITY

you were supposed to be making pancakes as a little challenge

his are literally raw and he put chocolate chips from the freezer straight in them

"that banana isn't gonna help anything"

"how do you know that??"

flour is everywhere. it looks like a war started

you put to much non-stick spray on the skillet and started a little fire

but Alex to the rescue dw

he couldn't even figure out how to use it and almost sprayed himself in the face!

goes on Twitter later to update that your kitchen was completely fine but the underneath of your microwave is a tiny bit melted

you blame him every time after that 💀💀

"my microwave melted a bit because you don't know how to use a fire extinguisher!"

"youre the one who used too much spray!"

chat always sides with you, too 😭😭

FOOLISH GAMERS

you thought making fried rice was a good idea? wrong

he literally has no idea what's happening

"can you make the scrambled eggs for me while I tend to the vegetables?"

"how many?"

"they're literally on the cabinet"

chat clipping every single funny moment too

"is the rice cooker even on? holy shit you left it on warm"

"I thought that meant it was on!"

"dude you've used this thing before, how long did it take for you to cook it?"

"like, forever"

"oh my god"

fried rice 10/10

he's complaining about the vegetables like he didn't have like two hours to say something about different veggies

[writeroutoftime]

precious secrets (part 2)

part one

pairing: eris vanserra x reader

summary: months later you still find yourself in the night court while your mate is stuck in autumn. but one day, feyre comes by with interesting news.

warnings: none, I promise it's fluff!

words: 1k

a/n: loved writing this so much, and thank you so much for all the support on the first part! also, if you want to request any other scenarios, please send them in!! enjoy!

oOoOo

The cool, night air washed over you as you stood out on the balcony, looking down below at Velaris. Even you had to admit the city was more beautiful in the evening with the stars shining down on its citizens. It had been weeks since your first introduction to the secret city of the Night Court, and, in turn, weeks since you had last seen your mate.

The time away from Eris was torture, made worse by the fact the two of you were only able to keep up minimal communication. Short letters slipped between members of the Night Court when they were able to visit. Feelings of love and support down the bond, but it was never enough. It didn't erase the uneasiness you felt at the thought of Eris alone in his father's grasp.

You heard the laughter and cheer of the Inner Circle inside and clutched your glass of fae wine tighter. While they had all been incredibly welcoming of Eris' secret mate, watching so many pairs of mates love each other happily and openly made you long for your own. Very quickly, you became jealous of Feyre and Rhysand, suddenly wishing you possessed their daemati powers.

'I think of you every day and every night, my love. I know we will be together again soon. Please, stay safe."

With thoughts of Eris' letters in your mind, you sighed and turned from the view and pushed off the balcony. You offered a tight smile to the Inner Circle. "Goodnight."

"Wait, y/n, are you sure you don't want to stay?" Feyre asked, reaching out to gently grab your hand.

"I'll see you in the morning." you reiterated, slipping away from the looks of pity you know that followed you.

As you got yourself ready for bed in your temporary room, your mind raced to Eris. Looking out the window, you wondered if Eris was thinking of you at the same moment. A warm, loving feeling blossomed in your chest, and your hand brushed over your heart.

"Stay safe, love." you whispered before slipping under the covers.

oOoOo

The couch in the library had become a favored spot of yours as you worked your way through the Night Court's collection. You currently were reading one of Nesta's recommendations. She had only smirked when she handed you the copy, and it didn't long to figure out why. Just before you could get to the good part, there was a soft, yet urgent tap against your mind.

Allowing your shields to fall just a hint, you heard Feyre's warm voice fill your mind. "Beron is dead. We just received official word from the Autumn Court not even an hour ago."

Your heart froze in your chest. Beron was dead. Well and truly dead after centuries of keeping his people underneath his tight reign. For the first time in what felt like forever, a weight fell from your shoulders. You could breathe again.

Once your mind was able to process the reality of your situation, you thought of your mate and the possibility of seeing him again. As if you were psychic, you felt a tug at the bonder sharper than it had been in weeks. The book slipped to the floor with a harsh thud without a second thought.

In an instant, you ran down the hallways of River House and found yourself outside the living room. The doors were closed, but for the first time in months, the bond that connected you to Eris sung a beautiful melody. You knew, without a doubt, that your mate stood on the other side of the door.

There was a moment of hesitation as you reached for the handle. It had been months since you and Eris had truly seen each other. How had he changed? How had you changed? But you quickly decided that none of those things mattered. With passion, you pushed open the door and felt yourself freeze.

In the middle of the room stood Eris. His auburn hair was disheveled and the bags under his eyes were as prominent of ever, but underneath it all, you could only see was the male you loved. Hesitantly, you took a step forward, arm outstretched, hovering just inches away from your mate.

"Eris?" you breathed out, afraid it was an illusion which would shatter at any moment. "Are you really here?"

Your mate offered a warm smile and closed the gap between you. "It's me, my love. I promise you this is real." he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulled you flush against his chest.

The scent of cinnamon and fresh autumn air engulfed your senses, providing you with a sense of relief you hadn't felt in ages. Burying your face against his chest, you let your hands roam the expanse of Eris' back holding onto any piece of him possible.

Eventually, you pulled back and glanced up into your mate's amber eyes. "Is it true? He-he's gone?

"He's gone." Eris confirmed, moving to cup your face with his hand, delicately swiping his thumb along your cheekbone. He leaned down to brush his lips against yours after years of yearning for this moment. Your first kiss free from the fear of constantly looking over your shoulders and waiting for the shoe to drop.

Eris broke the kiss and let his forehead rest against yours. "He can no longer control us or our lives, my High Lady."

Your eyes grew wide with shock. "A-are you sure, Eris?"

"There is no one I would rather have my side. I have dreamed of this moment for years, and now, all of Prythian can come to know my smart, strong, beautiful mate that I love with all my heart." Eris stared at you adoringly, bringing your hand up to brush a kiss against your knuckles. "Let's go home, High Lady."

"I thought you'd never say those words, High Lord."

oOoOo

tagging (based on comments from the first part): @fxckmiup, @tele86, @m00n5t0n3, @mybestfriendmademe, @glitterypirateduck

[tiredfox64]

Can I make a request about the reader meeting Bihan for the first time at the Sky temple and develops a crush on him but is too scared to approach him because of his temper and demeanor and she's very shy so she keeps a distance and admires him from afar which Bihan catches on eventually?

Hide and Peek

Prior notes: I did it for the fire temple I hope that’s okay. Do y’all even realize how many times I ran to the bathroom just to write more for this?

Pairing: Bi-Han x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: Don’t scrape your knee while playing.

What’s that you’re looking at? You need a clearer shot. Move your head a little so that you aren’t looking straight at the pillar. Keep yourself hidden! Good, good. Focus your eyesight. Now, what do you see?

The grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. The cyromancer. The man with a deep, icey voice that makes your heart beat. The man with such dark eyes that you worry he will look right through you and find out your intentions. The man with great strength you have confidence that he could pick you up easily. That man would be Bi-Han.

You have been of great assistance to Lord Liu Kang many times. You guys are basically friends at this point. Your visits to the Fire Temple were frequent. Which is how you ran into the Lin Kuei brothers. But your eyes caught on only one of them and that was Bi-Han.

That stance that oozes power. That gorgeous black hair that was put so nicely into a bun. Those muscles…ooooo. It all pulled you in. You wanted a closer look but you were scared off quickly. He didn’t purposefully do it, he just spoke up and you heard his voice. It striked your soul, causing your body move on its own and made you turn on your heels to walk away.

It felt like every time you wanted to approach him it was something else that got you. More and more you started to recognize his cold and harsh demeanor. He seemed to have little patience. Anything and everything was ticking him off. A temper tantrum ready to happen.

Yet you kept getting pulled in. It’s like how one would be drawn in by a snow leopard. It may be cool looking and even cute but it is dangerous. He is a dangerous man but you are still drawn in by his handsome looks and gorgeous body. If not lovable, why lovable shaped?

Once they left you immediately asked Liu Kang about Bi-Han. He told you all about him and his importance. You looked with awe in your eyes as you listened to everything he said. You had to see him again.

You kept going over to the temple in hopes of getting a glimpse of Bi-Han. Luckily for you it seemed like Liu Kang was always calling for the brothers. Behind pillars, in the bushes, behind some of the structures. Wherever you could you hid so you could see Bi-Han. It was harder when he was walking around since you would had to move too, hoping there was some place to hide. Raiden and Kung Lao would catch you sneaking around, asking you what was wrong. You wouldn’t say anything. You’d just put your head down and walk away saying nothing which made them think they did something wrong.

Unfortunately for you, you aren’t the sneakiest weasel of the temple.

Did you think he wouldn’t notice the leaves on the bushes rustle when there wasn’t any wind? Or when there were an extra pair of footsteps nearby that moved whenever he did? Not to mention your ankle would crack sometimes which alerted him.

Let’s not forget your attempts to get real close. When he would go inside the temple and you would follow close by. You’d act like you were looking for a particular book that you knew wasn’t there. Liu Kang even called you out by asking which book you were looking for. Just like before you would put your head down and walk away without saying anything.

Bi-Han caught on quickly to your antics. He doubted you had any bad intentions. But he kept his eye on you more.

“What is it, brother?” Kuai Liang whispered to Bi-Han, unsure why his brother was looking at a certain direction.

“That woman…” he mumbled, “That woman never stops. She has been eyes us down for days.”

Like clockwork you poked your head out from behind a pillar. You realized you were being watched by him. You hid once again behind the pillar, worried you just ruined everything.

“I think you are mistaken. She is not eyeing us down. She is eyeing you down. I think you have a secret admirer.”

While the concept is not strange to him, he has never seen one that goes for days without saying a word. What he doesn’t understand is the idea of people being shy. Being shy is not an option in his mind. If you like him that much why not talk to him?

Bi-Han was about to walk in your direction to confront you but Kuai Liang stopped him.

“No wait, you’ll scare her away. She’s clearly shy. Give her some time and she’ll come to you.”

“A few weeks isn’t enough time?” Bi-Han replied with lots of sarcasm, “Fine, I’ll give her another day.”

What’s that supposed to mean? Well you don’t know you didn’t hear it. You’ll find out soon enough.

══💤══╡°˖✧🦊✧˖°╞══💤══

Another day, another peek at that sweet, gorgeous, succulent man- wait, where is he?

You see Kuai Liang and Tomas, but where is Bi-Han? How can they come here without their grandmaster?

You followed them around and hide behind your usual spots. Yet there was no sign of Bi-Han. You sighed in disappointment. Now how are you gonna imagine what it would be like to touch those muscles and feel his cold skin cool your warm hands. Or even what it would be like to run your hands through his hair and put it into a nice bun. Well, maybe tomorrow will be a better—

“Ahem”

He’s right behind you, isn’t he.

A yelp rang out throughout the temple. It alerted Kuai Liang, Tomas, and Liu Kang that Bi-Han found you. You were caught in the act and your disappointed sigh told him that you were looking for him the whole time. Now you have to face your crush.

There is no hiding your attraction anymore. You have to look into Bi-Han’s eyes and at least say hi. Introduce yourself now since you have the chance. Stay calm, you got this.

Hey! Hey! Don’t walk away! Turn your ass around!

“Do not walk away. Stop playing these foolish games.” He commanded you.

You turned right back around and stood in front of him. You looked down at the ground, too embarrassed and nervous to look up at him. He was taller than you expected. And his broad shoulders intimidated you more than you expected.

“Well, speak up. Do you have anything to say to me?”

You took a few seconds to think of what you wanted to say. Your brain was all fogged up and the only comprehensible thing to do was give him a little wave. I mean it’s an improvement, you interacted with him.

He gave an aggrieved sigh, “Anything else?”

Bi-Han just wants one word out of you. You already interested him by being yourself. He has never seen someone this shy before that even a word was hard to get out of them. In a way he kind of found it cute. Like a scared little mouse trying to stay undetected from a wild cat. But this little game of hide and seek should end now. Introduce yourself to him and quit hiding in bushes.

“Hello…”

Good enough.

After notes: Deadass he scares me ∑(ﾟДﾟ). If he came up behind me I’d scream like the little bitch I am. Anywho, I hope I did okay with this. My language might be a bit different but that’s because I wanted to try something a little new. Don’t hate me if this wasn’t what you wanted, sorry. Now I must catch my train. Adiós!

[contumacious-arcadia]

oooo ooooo OOOOOO!

What if Al was actually the original redeemed sinner and *that's* where he was for those 7 years? What if he actually did die again 7 yrs back but was appalled when he reincarnated in heaven and immediately started a campaign to be sent back? What if he accidentally redeemed himself by murdering all those other Overlords?

We can see just how abusive and sadistic Overlords can be towards the souls they own by looking at Val's character. If you contrast that with what we've seen in Husk/Nifty/Al's interactions, despite owning their souls and being a snarky little shit towards Husk (and scaring him a bit when he brings up Al's deal), Al never once actually hurts them and arguably provides them with a comfortable, relatively safe, and happy life in the hotel. These interactions are in present day, but we have been given no evidence to show that he ever treated them differently. On the contrary, when Al shows back up in the pilot, Husk immediately bitches at him when he is ordered to bartend - back-talking to his soul's owner with no hesitation and no fear. It stands to reason that he's comfortable doing so because Al's treatment of him has been the same since they made their deal.

In the context of hell, Al's rise to power seems to have had an accidental side effect of killing the super bad guys, saving sinners from an eternity of abuse and torture, and providing them with a much better contract. Like, *MUCH* better. No more rape, torture, druggings, mind control, etc... Al's obviously not a saint, but in this context, he may have been pretty close to hell's version of one.

If this is the case, Al obv would have *hated* being in heaven and likely immediately took it upon himself to attempt returning to hell BUT heaven obv wouldn't be cool with just letting him fall because they would *not* want hell finding out that redemption is possible. (Remember, in this scenario Al was redeemed 7 years prior to the show's pilot.) What if THAT's what his deal was? What if the deal was: either heaven just murders him on the spot -or- they allow him to fall back to hell in his original sinner form BUT ONLY if he agrees to have his angelic powers bound and is contractually sworn to silence about anything that happened during those 7 years?

This would work SO well. It would also answer a lot of questions about Al's character and actions. For example:

-Where was Al during those missing 7 years? Heaven. Likely imprisoned. -Who owns his soul? Again, heaven. Likely either Sera or an Archangel like Micheal. (I like the idea that it's Micheal, and that Mikey is Luci's twin, pouring more fuel on the fire on the immediate Al x Luci hate train.) -Why does Al state redemption is impossible as if it's a fact and not just an assumption? His deal forces him to keep redemption a secret so he is literally contract-bound to verbally disregard the idea. -Why does he still help the hotel then? Because he's pissed that heaven roped him into a deal WAY more favorable to them. Even though he can't outright state that redemption is possible, he can push Charlie's project along and hope she is the one who blows up heaven's big secret for him. It's revenge, baby! -Why does Zestial make comments about Al falling into "holy arms" when this is seemingly the first interaction between the two since Al's disappearance? Zestial suspects what happened. Maybe he witnessed Al's double-death 7 yrs ago, maybe he overheard some gossip from exorcists during an extermination, maybe something else. -Why doesn't Al use angelic weapons during his battle with Adam, especially since HE is the one who brought that knowledge to the hotel in the first place? He is overconfident because he too is actually a fallen angel, but he fails because his angelic powers are still bound. It is the pride ring after all. -Why does Al sing about "unclipping his wings" during his panic attack/loss to Adam? It's literal. He's pissed that he's been stripped of a massive boon to his power set and double-pissed that heaven seemingly has "beaten" him again. -Why does Al claim that he will be "pulling all the strings" once his wings have been unclipped? Because he is literally proof-positive redemption is possible and therefore, to his knowledge, would basically be a living weapon against heaven's authority. Remember, at this point no one is aware of Pentious' redemption.

I'm sure there's more! Anywho, my brain ran off on this tangent for some unknown reason. Al's just such a fun character to theorize about. Now, I don't believe this will actually happen in the show (it's probably a simple answer like "Lilith owns his soul, duh"), but we can dream! If any writers out there are looking for fic ideas and find my little rant interesting, PLS take this and run with it! I would LOVE to read something like this <3

[ethereance]

Au where Lance is a florist and one day Allura comes in slams a 20 dollar/gac bill on the counter and angrily asks how to say "fuck you" in flower

Ooooo, a classic. Allurance flower shop au let’s gooooo

***

When Lance was younger, he dreamed of reaching towards the stars.

But then the stars came to him.

Aliens—their existence was a mystery no longer. Area 51 couldn’t build a facility big enough to contain the ships that suddenly made it onto the scene, one so remarkably like every alien invasion film ever that everyone was prepared for the worst. They sat and awaited the end.

It never came.

And suddenly Lance was looking up no longer. All the adventure was on his doorstep, in the streets of Plaht city, a hot pot for human and alien life alike, all so intermingled it’s like it was always so, the days of Lance’s childhood a distant memory. There’s something in this community here, something that’s kept him tied, feet planted in soil. It’s the greatness of it all, in a universe so large, so vast, much more so than he ever imagined.

He’d feel small, out there. Here, he has his family, and a taste of the unreachable.

(“I’m sorry you didn’t get into the garrison,” Veronica had said, the rejection letter in her hand. Now the stars are closer than ever, technology capable, the call to flight had swept up his entire generation. Overwhelmed in numbers, he hadn’t made the cut.

Veronica ruffled his hair. It eased the pain, somewhat. “They don’t know what they’re missing out on,” she’d said.

Lance sniffled. “Maybe.”)

So, maybe he didn’t get into pilot school. Maybe he didn’t go to the stars himself because Earth kept ahold of his shoes and tugged. Maybe he’s still here, in the same place because a dream died in his heart.

And he’s fine with that, really. The sting has left him. And he’s not trying to convince himself otherwise. Not with the vastness of the universe, and the knowledge that, wherever he’d go, he’d miss home.

Lance is at peace with continuing the family business. With staying here, with them. For them.

Mostly.

More so now than when he was younger.

The Serrano’s floristry shop ‘Florrano’s’ has been in the family a fair few generations, long enough that the shop has become a bit of an heirloom itself. Even after the chaos the arrival of their interstellar friends caused, the shop has stood strong, ever resilient. Even if it were to have fallen, it would have been built again. Family roots are like that.

Lance likes to think that he’s taken to the business quite well, in fact, well enough that he’s known as the flower tailor around these parts, a name that, though he may have given to himself, is one he’s sure that others are calling him. He’s certain—it’s cool. Like him. Lance makes the best arrangements on the block. And he’s competing with that olkari run shop, so you know he’s good.

He’s the flower tailor, after all.

Any occasion, he has the flowers. Weddings, funerals, apologies—

***

“Excuse me, tell me, how would you go about saying ‘fuck you’ in flower?”

Lance blinks. “… Huh?”

It’s been a steady day, really. A few customers in to browse, a bulk purchase for in upcoming event, and someone looking for the most expensive bouquet to salvage his relationship—not that Lance has much faith in flowers being able to save that. The guy seemed like a grade A jerk. No, an A+++.

But other than that, steady.

And then in comes this hurricane of white hair making a beeline for the till, slamming down ten, no, twenty GAC onto the counter, and suddenly grade A+++ jerk guy is already fading from Lance’s mind.

“Did I not say it right?” says the woman, frowning, her head tilted in askance. She’s got this accent—English perhaps, a slight lilt to her words that makes him think he’s speaking with someone who’d outstretch their pinky when sipping a cup of tea, regal, refined. Or perhaps there’s some sort of space equivalent, because one look at her ears tells him he’s speaking to an altean, and a gorgeous one at that. He allows dreamy bubbles to float across his vision for the bliss of about one second before he remembers that a) she’s talking to him and b) he probably hadn’t hallucinated the vein that had popped on her forehead. This woman had not shown that GAC any mercy, slamming it down like that.

“The human language has so many curses,” she continues. “Hmmm… I want this.” Lance almost chokes on his own spit when she pulls out a middle finger on him. “In flower.”

“Yeah, I heard you loud and clear the first time, lady,” says Lance, his hands raised in defence. He motions to her. “You can put that thing away.”

Her cheeks darken, an embarrassed flush as she lowers her hand, now rigid at her side. “Oh, right. Sorry. I’m… a little out of sorts.”

Lance goes for an easy, relaxed smile. The kind he uses when he turns up the charm—ladies totally dig it. “Hey no worries, I can forgive a pretty face like yours.”

Well, they usually dig it, deep enough to tunnel in. This woman just gives him and his Lance ™ wink this unimpressed look as his insides wither and die. Oh to have that tunnel—he’d love for a getaway right now. “Hmm.”

Lance clears throat, resolving to pretend that just straight up never happened. He can play this off, he can play this off. “You know, people don’t usually say that in flower. Usually in words, just to keep things from getting confusing.”

“Believe me, I’ve tried. But Lotor just doesn’t want to get the message.”

She’s a talker, it seems. Lance may be getting his dose of drama today. “Lotor?” he pries.

“He’s my ex.”

“Ooof. Rough breakup?”

“Putting it mildly,” she says, and he can see it in her eyes—the emotionally wringing flashback she’s thrown through, all amounting to one singular wince. “So, do you have any flowers that could help?”

“Ahaha, now that’s where you’re in luck,” says Lance, slipping past her from around the counter. He starts pulling up several flowers from around the shop, talking as he goes. “You’d want a bouquet with orange lilies in for sure, maybe some geraniums… and some yellow carnations. Anyone well versed in flower would know a hatred bouquet when they saw one.”

Lance stops, meeting her eyes. He’s listed off the flower equivalent of an all out verbal assault, no remorse, completely soul crushing stuff. If he were the recipient, him and his self esteem would never recover, but—

“But something tells me you need a little more than subtle. Something that speaks to him in a language he can’t ignore, so he knows your lovely rose has thorns.”

She considers this. “Then what do you propose?”

“Lotor—that’s a galran name, right?” Lance thinks that’s what they’re called, the fuzzy purple ones. Lotor’s got something distinctly galran about it. He swears he’s hard the name somewhere before.

“Well, derived from both altean and galran history, but yes.”

“Thought so.” Lance puts down his collection of flowers onto the counter, and dives into the ‘staff only’ room, back where they keep and grow some of their more exotic plants. Veronica’s job at the garrison had got them in contact with one of their most reliable suppliers, Colleen Holt. And the amount of alien plants she’s come across—man. Supplied from anyone else, Lance would assume she was trying to get them killed with carnivorous foliage. But no, alien plants are just weird and wonderful like that. He picks up an incredibly velvety looking plant, its petals a deep rouge seeping into black, jagged edges making the petals themselves look like they’re laced with thorns, though they’re as soft as they come. A few snips, and Lance has enough for a bouquet, should the woman want them. He exits back out to the till, waving the flowers upon return.

“See, this here is—”

“Grunarvexus,” the woman finishes for him, her eyes widening in recognition.

“Yep! That’s the one. Others call it the galran catastrophe plant. They see it as a bad omen—always growing in places of calamity.” He grins, sharp, smug. “It would be pretty hard to ignore a bouquet with these in.”

“I don’t know why I didn’t consider it before. Please, I’d like you to add some grunarvexus to those orange lilies, and the other two.” She looks at her cash, still where she had slammed it down earlier. “Would this be enough to cover it?”

“More than enough, but for you? I can offer a discount.” Not that his parents would be pleased, but you know. Cute girl. “I’d say on the house, but a guy’s gotta put food on the table somehow.”

Sharp eyes—he feels the sting of her skepticism. “What’s with the charitable mood?”

Lance shrugs. Says it how it is. “This ex of yours does not sound worth your money.”

Seriously. For a guy to fumble this girl as bad as he did? Not even worth a cent. Or GAC in this case.

“I suppose you’re right.” Her lip twitches into a light smile, amusement a gift like sunrise on her face, positively radiant. She glances at his name tag. “Thank you… Lance.”

The way she says his name, something in Lance’s heart stutters, caught on the ghost of an r that reshapes his name to her design—something so spectacular in a nickname that isn’t really a nickname at all.

“No problem,” he says, sounding a little faint. With her attention on him arranging the bouquet, tying it up with a nice, black ribbon, he hopes the rising heat to his face goes unnoticed. “Just doing my job, Princess.”

“Princess? How did—” She cuts herself off, looking down at her shirt, its bright pink declaration that she’s a ‘princess’ inspiration for the endearment. “Oh. I forgot I put this one on. I’m Allura. Just Allura. And certainly not a princess.”

“I don’t know,” he draws out. “You seem like one to me.”

“I assure you I’m not!”

“Well then,” Lance says, putting her bouquet through the till. “Here’s your change ‘just Allura’.”

“Thank you,” Allura says, taking the change and the flowers along with it. Her eyes trail the shop, admiration soft, tender, every plant truly a marvel under her eyes, and Lance’s chest swells with pride, cosy and warm in its golden glory. Maybe this isn’t his original dream, but he’s proud of his work, proud of what his family has built here. “You have a wonderful shop—I’m glad Romelle told me about this place.”

Romelle—he knows that name. A regular, one who often stops by with her brother—Bandana? Banana, no, Bandor, he thinks—and, like Allura here, an altean too. She’s chatty, friendly, and even brought him in some of her freshly baked blomfruit pie when he let slip about his breakup with Jenny. He’s still gotta get her recipe for that, and ask her what a blomfruit even is.

“Oh, um, thanks! You know Romelle?”

“She’s a friend.” Allura gives him a strange look. “One who may have had ulterior motives in brining me here.”

“… Huh?”

“No matter,” she says, already heading towards the door. “Take care, Lance.”

“You too,” he says, caught in a daze. He shakes himself to, brings back some of his ol’ Lancey Lance confidence. “Oh, and Allura? If the flowers don’t work and he’s still bothering you, we could always turn this flower shop au into a fake dating one. You know where to find me.”

Allura looks back at him, apparently just to make a show off rolling her eyes before she leaves. “I’ll consider it.”

(And like a star—she comes to him, brilliant, blinding, beautiful.

He may not be a pilot, but in this moment, his heart learns to soar.)

[syndrossi]

i thought i’d break the ice with this^ how’d you like it?

so i have this ongoing headcanon that the universe where the boys came back as girl twins that their friendships with aegon and aemond switch. (again, it’s a headcanon, so let me know if i get any characterizations wrong) and this could be when they’re older like 12-13

naturally, the green boys might’ve been told by otto to try to be very nice with the girls, one of them might end up marrying one of them

of course neither likes that idea until they actually meet the girls bc well, they’re so cool and very pretty

lets get to the girls, you already confirmed that Jon (or Daenerys/Dany, Visenya, etc, choices choices) would definitely have kept up the sword practice in secret and now that they’re with Daemon, she’d ask for sword lessons and Daemon would comply.

Rhaegar (or Rhaella, Rhaelle, Rhaenys [although i doubt this one bc there’s a current living Rhaenys atm so]) ooooo what about Rhaegella (too weird? too twilight 4?) would also keep up with the sword practice with Jon

thing is, Jon is more likely to openly challenge one of the green boys in combat than Rhaegar is, who would think it smart to keep the skill hidden, while Jon can be more impulsive, especially since she/he is older and spent more time with the sword and not really caring about hiding that

still, there COULD have been a conversation between the twins where J might’ve convinced R to just let her do her thing and R figured, “hey, if they think i’m the weaker twin, they’ll underestimate me and i can use it to my advantage”

THIS MEANS that Jon might be caught using a sword and teased, leading her/him to challenge Aemond (who’s better and more interested swords and fighting). obviously Jon wins, and Aemond might’ve been mad at losing to a girl, especially with Aegon’s teasing but then he talks to J and the two make a truce, and maybe J starts helping him out with training

meanwhile, Aegon might take a liking to both of them, but since Aemond has been more focused on J, Aegon seeks out R, who is very pretty and not weird like Helaena (his thoughts), she’s charming and tells intriguing tales and seems very interested in him talking about his horses and whatnot (R is very good at pretending, she’d run circles around this guy)

of course, things could progress as they’re doing now. Aegon might find a warrior f!Jon cool and interesting. he may not like fighting, but he may like watching her fight. (Aegon’s Aegon) And Aemond may gravitate toward R bc she’s very sweet and charming and unlike his sister, she accepts hugs and cheek kisses. and we already know Aemond has mother issues so him going to R, who’s used to being a caretaker could be plausible just as much.

i mean i just like the twist, but let me know if i got anything wrong or right, you know your characters better.

thank you for answering!

I could see Aemond warming much more to Jon-as-a-girl. The things that provoke seething jealousy in Resonant (it hasn't happened yet, but it's brewing) for Aemond in Jon don't really apply if he's part of a twin sister duo.

Jon-as-a-boy: is the best at swords ever, has a loving father who is badass and has a dragon, is likely to inherit Runestone and SOME Valyrian steel blade, and gets to have that close bond with Rhaegar. While Aemond is stuck with Viserys for a father and Aegon for a brother. Jon is everything he wants to have/be, and he doesn't even have the proper Valyrian look.

Jon-as-a-girl isn't someone to be jealous of, OTOH. Girl!Jon doesn't inherit anything, and Aemond's not going to be jealous of a sisterly relationship. Jon's non-Valyrian coloring he probably finds striking instead if he's a girl, and her skill with a blade intriguing rather than ego-threatening. I could see Aemond liking either Jon or Rhaegar for a match. Canonically, he was far more attracted to Helaena than Aegon was, and Rhaegar is certainly the more sensitive/introspective type. But Jon is also very charismatic and Alys Rivers was pretty spunky.

Aegon, meanwhile, is probably a little scared of girl!Jon, who is relentless about calling him on his bullshit. Whereas boy!Jon's propensity for shenanigans is something he admires. So his view of girl!Jon could be "scary but hot." (I wouldn't put it past Aegon to figure out whoever Aemond likes better and pursue that twin, just to fuck with him.)

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Prompt 13 - Arrangement

Wolfstar, January 13, word count 555

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The sun soon dipped behind the trees and a cool breeze took its place. Remus saw Sirius shiver, and they left Remus’s tree, returning to the house where apparently the party was in full swing. Remus and Sirius slipped inside the house and went into the kitchen to get a drink each. 

Remus grabbed a can of coke and Sirius followed suit.

“You can have a drink if you want, Sirius, don’t feel like you can’t because of me,” Remus said over the loud music and louder guests. Sirius shook his head.

“I’m driving. I never drink and drive, it’s just not worth it,” Remus loved that Sirius had that mindset. He’d known too many people from his school get into accidents because they’d had one too many and got behind the wheel.

“REMUS!!!” A ball of auburn waves crashed into him.

“Hi, Marls,” he said, patting her on the top of her head fondly.

“Ooooo, and who is this handsome devil? We haven’t met, right?” Marlene looked between the two.

“Sirius,” Sirius said, thrusting out his hand for her to shake. “Remus’s boyfriend,” He added, as she took his hand with a slightly perplexed expression on her face, which changed to a jaw drop.

“Remus John Lupin, you have a boyfriend?! Since when?!” Marlene turned to look at him in faux outrage. 

“Er…”

“Since Tuesday,” Sirius answered, beaming from ear to ear.

“And when did you meet?” Marlene asked.

“Sunday evening,” Sirius replied again. “My parents were hosting a party and Remus was one of the servers. I cornered him in an alley on his way out, and he took me for the worst kebab I’ve ever had,” Marlene sported uncontrollably at Sirius’s description of their first sort of date.

“Oh gods Remus, you didn’t take him to the Blackpool illuminations, did you?” She finally managed to gasp out as she caught her breath.

“The Blackpool Illuminations?” Sirius asked, confused.

“It’s what Marls calls the kebab shop because of all the lights,” It was Sirius’s turn to snort and Remus didn’t think he’d ever heard a better sound. 

“So have they told you about their totally bonkers, adorable arrangement,” James boomed, suddenly appearing and flinging an arm over Remus's and Sirius’s shoulders. He’d clearly had a few drinks already and was pleasantly floppy.

“No,” Marlene leaned in, interested.

“Sirius invited himself to stay over and Remus just let him,”

“What?!”

“Yeah, and then he let him come back and sleep over every night. Marlene, Marlene,” James leaned in closer until his nose was touching the end of Marlene's, using Remus and Sirius to keep him from falling on her. “They cooked dinner for each other!”

“Oh, my ever-loving Gods!!!” Marlene squealed in excitement, nearly headbutting James as she jumped up and down.

“And Marlene, and you know what else? They haven’t even done anything yet,”

“Shut. Up.”

“No, I’m serious.”

“No, I’m Sirius,” Sirius butted in, stopping James’s story from going any further. Both James and Marlene burst into loud belly laughs at his terrible joke.

“Come on, let's escape while we can,” Remus murmured into Sirius’s ear, gently guiding him away from where James and Marlene were rolling around on the floor, while he snuck Sirius upstairs to the guest room that was basically his and had been since he was a teen.

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