#PLEASE COME HOME TO ME!!! Let me give you small dragon babies!!

[cute-murderer]

I really need some luck sent my way as a broke girlie who really want my dragon boyfriend home!!

Please send some well wishes for me!! I need it!!

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

synopsis: how they eat it ;)

including: diluc, neuvillete, zhongli, childe, wriothesley, al haitham

a/n: repost/ rewrite from old acc!

ᯓ 𝘿𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙘 ᡣ𐭩

…is an absolute tease, but not on purpose.

He'd go the slowest; wanting to taste and suck every part of your sweet cunt. He'll circle his tongue around your clit until you're begging him to finally take it into his mouth and please you.

You lay on his bed, sprawled out while his face in between your thighs which he held apart with his warm palms, as you ran your fingers through his hair. You look down to meet his eyes before he's focused all his attention to making you cry his name.

"Mmm...does that feel good, my princess? Keep saying my name." Diluc says, finally flicking his tongue on your click and feeling you jolt.

ᯓ 𝙕𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞 ᡣ𐭩

…who seems like he's absolutely starved.

Don't let his gentlemanly act fool you, on the outside and in public view; he's kind and careful, but with you....The moment your cunt is available his mouth is latched onto it, he can't keep his mouth off you or his fingers away from your hole.

You sit on his desk, legs spread wide open as he sits in his chair, his head faced down straight into your wet, puffy pussy.

His fingers curl up inside you while he licks up your folds, sucking and biting you. And remember, Mr. Zhongli's tongue is that of a dragon, expect it to reach the very depths of you as you cry for him.

"Is this how you like it my love? You're so wet, all for me, aren't you?" Zhongli will say, his amber eyes staring up at you while he makes you cum all over his pronged tongue.

ᯓ 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚 ᡣ𐭩

…loves to give you the best head in public. It gets him so hard, thinking about how you can't keep yourself quiet while he eats you out; the possibility of someone hearing you, hearing how good he makes you feel that you can't control yourself.

Anytime you're in public, is a possibility Childe will pull you off to the side, finding whatever alley way or patio or even bathroom to pull your panties off with his teeth and kneel before you. He'll have your thighs on his shoulders and your back against a wall, staying up solely from his hands cupping your ass and his face buried in your cunt.

"Shhh... not so loud baby, don't want to get caught and cut this short now do we? I'm not done tasting you.” He’d say, a small giggle leaving his voice before he goes right back to eating you.

ᯓ 𝘼𝙡𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢 ᡣ𐭩

…loves it when you sit on his face. His favorite form of foreplay is to just make you cum over and over before he even loses his pants.

Before he's at 1 you're coming close to 3, he'll lay back and sit you on top of his mouth so he can watch your tits bounce when he looks up, seeing you drag your pussy across his tongue , forcing you to ride his face, while his hot tongue presses against your clit and slips into your hole.

"Mhm- just like that. Look at me or I’ll stop." Alhaitham whispers, muffled under you as he practically sucking the cum out of you as you ride out your third orgasm all over his face.

ᯓ 𝙉𝙚𝙪𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 ᡣ𐭩

….begs you to let him taste you. He claims it's his way to unwind from a stressful day....and he says everyday has been stressful.

Really, he just loves to feel the warmth around his mouth and to feel your juices soak his face while he hears your pretty voice.

You could just be sitting on the couch, waiting for him to get home; and the minute he is he's at your knees, telling you how much he wants you to cum in his mouth.

"Y/n...fuck-, tastes so good my love, mmfph- can't get enough..." Neu will say, muffled as his mouth never leaves your cunt. His fist pumps his own cock while he eats you out, getting off on you completely, he might even cum before you do while listening to your sweet moans.

ᯓ 𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 ᡣ𐭩

…is the messiest one. He loves to be smothered in you. You'll both have the nastiest role play every. It's just as you'd think, the cop comes and arrests you and you've got a way out of the ticket.

Wrio will have you bend over his desk, as he eats it from the back, spreading your ass apart with his hands while his finger grazes up your folds and his mouth laps up all your juices.

"So naughty....look how wet this pussy is, you really need to be taught a lesson baby." Wriotheseley will say, pressing down on your lower stomach hoping to make you squirt all over his mouth.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[meowlod]

Them seeing you in a lingerie after they come home.

characters: Neuvillette, Clorinde, Arlecchino, Furina, Wriothesley x fem!reader (bonus focalors)

(nsfw) warnings: teasing, dragon in heat, handcuffing, fingering, spanking, fucking against window, etc.

Neuvillette

Poor guy gets flustered and hard fast! You really like to tease him, don‘t you? You, laying in the bed with a lingerie on, looking at your husband with a innocent smile as he looks back at you. Stepping closer, he unzips his pants, throbbing cock hitting his stomach.

“f-fuck— baby..i need you inside me..please...“

He crawls between your legs, pulling down your underwear while pumping his hard cock with his free hand. Your husband was never this clingy before (unless mating), now hes right between your legs, at your mercy. Neuvillette grips both of your thighs to spread them more apart with his strong hands, guiding his cock right infront of your wet cunt. You wrap his arms around his neck, smiling. Your man could be in heat right now, and you have to take care of him.

”My hydro dragon is so submissive.“

Clorinde

You weren‘t expecting the champion duelist to come home so early, seeing you in your bed in such clothes. Clorinde takes a step closer to you and looks you up and down, taking a look at your outfit.

“M—my love, what are you..“

You grin at the sight of Clorinde with a flustered face. She always looked so emotionless, but not today. You‘ve been waiting for this moment, but the duelist just wanted to take a break. She crawls onto the bed and hugs your warm body, burying her face into the crook of your neck. ”Clorinde, how was work?“ Are you seriously asking such innocent questions while in underwear only? Clorinde slides her hands lower until meeting your ass cheeks, giving them a slight squeeze. You let out a small gasp, smile turning into a smirk. You know that Clorinde can‘t resist you.

Arlecchino

It is a dangerous idea to show yourself to a strong harbinger like that, but you won‘t mind if she gives you a punishment. Waiting for her to come home, you‘ve been laying in your bed with a bored expression until the door opens, revealing the Knave. Her eyes narrow at the little of clothing you have on, black hand gripping the door handle firmly.

”Just what are you wearing?“

You smile nervously and crawl further into the bed, the scary looking woman stepping closer to you and quickly pulling you up by your leg. ”A-ah— A-arle! Its just so hot in here, you know?“

Excuses never work with Arlecchino. She pushes you back onto the bed on your stomach, slicing the lingerie panties in half with her sharp nails before delivering a harsh smack on your ass. You let out a yelp, trying to crawl away, but the Knave climbs on top of you and buries your head onto the pillow to keep you quiet. ”Do you know how much you‘re acting like a slut right now?“

She slowly slides her hand right to your entrance, before slipping three slender fingers in. The sudden move made you groan loudly. ”I-im sorry, Knave!“

”Be quiet and take this like a good girl, la mia troia.“

Furina

You did not tease her much as she needed had to have some time for herself after all the stuff that had happened in Fontaine lately. But living in a house now, she‘s happy that she did not have to continue acting as a god. Now that you know her true self, you decided to tease her today to see her reaction.

You‘re laying in her bed in your lingerie, two glasses of wine on the desk next to the bed. Furina comes home with bags of grocery and puts them on the kitchen table before walking to her bedroom with a tired face. Her eyes widen to see you half naked.

”w-wha- uh- what..wh— hey..um..“ hundreds of stutters come out of her mouth as she stares at you with a red face. ”p-please— um- put on some clothes..i..ah..wait don‘t..“

Furinas lips turn into a slight smile as she takes off her jacket and jumps onto the bed on top of you, cupping your cheeks, giving you a hungry kiss that caught you off guard. You kiss her back, soft arms wrapped around her neck, fingers tangled in her short hair from behind as she unbuttons your bra, slowly sliding it down before throwing it onto the ground. “Mon bébé, you wouldn‘t mind, right? I need you so badly. Right now.“

You nod with a pant as you crash your soft lips firmly against hers once again, her hand finding your panties, seductively taking them off, skillful fingers rubbing against your cunt.

“i need you..“

Wriothesley

That man has been pretty busy in the Fortress lately, barely coming home. You message him on your phone several times, and he only reads them. Eventually, he came home with a hum and opens the door, smirking at the sight of you in a lingerie, checking you out.

”Wow..someones extra playful today.“

You chuckle at his words and stand up, seductively touching his chest. ”Of course, love. I‘ve been waiting for you.“ He scoffs playfully and gives you a quick kiss before taking out his fancy handcuffs, putting your hands behind your back, handcuffing them.

”A woman like this has to be put in their place, yes?“

A blush appears on your face as he picks you up with one arm, bringing you to the kitchen before bending you over the kitchen table. ”This,“ He slowly slides down your underwear, ”has to be gone.“ your panties are quickly taken off as he works on unbuttoning your bra. ”And this too.“

A gasp escapes your mouth as you feel one of his hands grabbing your bare tit, his other hand working on unzipping his pants, revealing a bulge inside his boxers. ”Be a good prisoner, will you? I know you will. Great, now lets begin the punishment.“

Bonus - Focalors

That woman had always been a teasing one to you, and you wanted to tease her back. She came home with a yawn as she opens the bedroom door, revealing you in HER lingerie. The archon lets out a little shocked gasp before licking her lips seductively with a smirk, walking towards you.

”Oh..tch..so cute, so sexy. So vulnerable wearning my beautiful lingerie.“

She pulls you by your arm and picks you up easily before pinning you against the glass window, breasts pressed against it, seeing views of Fontaine.

”Is this girl so desperate for a punishment?“ she licks your earlobe.

Focalors whispers seductively into your ear, using her hydro powers to create a water cock between her legs. You look behind you, only to get your head pressed back against the window. People could see you like this! Legs spread open and breasts pressed against the window. She quickly takes the lingerie off of you, laughing softly at the beautiful view of you fully naked. She holds both of your hips before pushing in, feeling the cock slowly stretching you open. ”F-focalors— f-fuck- ah!“

”My pretty girl is gonna be so messy after this. So pretty. I can fuck you against this window and people would see your precious little face.“ Before you could talk back, she takes one hand away from your hip and stuffs two slender fingers inside your mouth.

”Shhh, we don‘t want others to see you, right? Good.“

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"Like there was no tomorrow." CH.7—Daryl Dixon.

Chapter Summary: After days and nights on the road following the loss of Bob and Tyresse that night in the church, it all comes down to the reunion with your father. But after a revealing conversation, you finally understand why Daryl broke up with you. Then, April asks Daryl an important question before he asks you an important question as well.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who reads this story! We got to the moment where you and Daryl agree to form a home for yourselves and for April. Yeeeh. I hope you like it! And one detail, I love Beth but since her death left a void in my heart I didn't write about her here and about Maggie, Daryl and the others suffering because of it. It breaks my heart too much :c (I hope you understand)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

“I have a message for you.” On his knees and even a few seconds away from being killed, Gareth smiled at you, leaving you that memory before he died in God’s house that night. “Daddy’s coming for you, baby, you can’t hide forever.”

Far in the distance, the bus explodes as you continue deeper into the woods, leaving behind a monstrous flame whose warm colors resemble the sunset—a heartbreaking imagine of a promise for either party, that at the end of this day, some will die.

The ambush. The group splitting up because of those people. April getting lost in the commotion. But now, even with your hair wet, some strands sticking to your face and the raindrops that surprised the summer season still falling down your forehead, nothing blocks your vision of that man when you finally find him: with the cruel, mocking smile on the face of your supposed father who had aged faster from the inclemency of life, his right hand holding the gun against April’s temple like an expert.

Like a bad joke from a cruel and short life, April relives that hopeless sensation of feeling another gun pointed at her, frozen in fear, but murmuring “mommy” under her breath, with tears that get lost under the incessant rain. Always hidden in the shadows because that was where the monsters lived, the man who always tried to break you showed up this afternoon with his people, the person who trapped you in a windowless castle where he kept you as his favorite prisoner, always protected by the gigantic dragon, always small, always afraid.

You can shoot him now, but he had been such a good cop that, in a millisecond, he could shoot April even if he were dying.

“Dad, just let her go, okay? This is between you and me.” In a friendly tone, you lower the long–range weapon you had shoved against your shoulder, so hard that it leaves the bright promise of a bruise even in the dull rain, but the crumbs of your relationship with him make you do so, only to go back to being that helpless little girl who could never live up to putting his life in danger. He always underestimated you, even now. “Whatever problem you have with me, she’s not to blame for anything.”

Your dad lets out a dry, sarcastic and small laugh, but you can feel his repulsive disgust in that sound.

“You’re not my daughter, you never were, you were just a nobody that I kept raising even after your mom died.”

You swallow the pain, but your throat is so dry that you wince. Your mind is racing a mile for second, and yet, suddenly the world seems clearer with that cold revelation even under the stormy weather, because now you can give meaning to everything, a reason to every word of his, every look, every action from him, to finally stop walking through that father–daughter relationship in the dark, blindly, always lost in the infinite why?

“It’s okay, Jeff, I understand. In fact, my whole life is starting to make more sense now, so thank you for the clarification.” Your tone is calm, an action that masks the painful beating of your racing heart. “But I ask you again, can you let my daughter go, please? Look at her, she's a baby. You don't have to ruin her life, too.”

His free hand holds April's small shoulder, keeping her firm against him.

“Your daughter is pretty, and I guess this is better than the disgusting idea of ​​you getting involved with that nobody, that drug dealer’s younger brother. Daryl, isn't it? Although I can see that the bastard didn’t stay as far away from you as he promised he would.”

Stunned by the thought of Jeff and Daryl meeting in the old world, after years of hiding your relationship from him, you feel a lump in your throat.

“You met Daryl?”

Another short laugh answers you before his words do.

“I have to give you credit because you hid your relationship pretty well those years, but I raised you better, sweetheart. Did you really want to end up being the wife of someone like him?”

Your common sense pushes your laughter to the back of your body, because answering sarcasm with more sarcasm would only make his short patience run out faster.

“I still don’t understand; would you mind explaining it to me?”

You want the full story, pieces of it that you apparently always ignored, and Jeff sighs, as if talking about Daryl is so exhausting that it leaves him without any energy.

“I saw you one night when my partner was driving me home. I was a little drunk. You were sitting on someone’s motorcycle outside a bar, and my heart actually jumped of joy at the thought that my son had finally come home…” The few seconds of his smile die cruelly, all under the words that come next. “But then I saw someone come out just to grab your face before kissing you. And I felt sick when Matthew filled me in on who he was. A redneck, a nobody, and worse, the younger brother of a drug dealer who’d been in jail. Not the right image for the police chief, sweetheart.” Jeff clicks his tongue in disapproval, almost convincing you that he had feelings for you. “It was easy to look into their backgrounds, and with a little heavy–handedness, he swore he’d walk away from you rather than see his older brother in jail again. So I guess he didn’t love you as much as he swore he did: you know no man gives up on the woman he truly loves…”

His words hang in the air, only to be carried away by the wind. But like that little boat that finally finds its way to shore thanks to the lighthouse, after having been adrift for so long, it all makes sense, everything you thought life took away with that farewell comes back to you. The end of the relationship, the words, the abrupt end to an affection that only seemed to grow stronger with time, it had all been cut off by a human hand.

There’s peace in knowing the truth, but there’s also anger in knowing that he deprived you of any other kind of love because your so–called father never wanted you to feel any, not from him, not from anyone else—Leaving you lost, feeling nothing. No. That’s a lie because you’re feeling absolutely everything right now. The pain of having been nothing to him. The unbearable pain because you did love him once. And it’s like drowning in the deep sea, feeling the pain of the water invading your lungs. And it’s like dying, but without truly allowing yourself to die.

“Well, you got it, Jeff. That relationship was over long time ago, do you feel better about that, big boy?” You chuckle, sadness masking the sarcasm he always hated hearing from you, and you let out a tired sigh next, like that last breath before you perish on the floor. “I guess your hatred for me makes sense now, because don’t think I never noticed the way you look at me... why do you think I always locked my door? What I don’t understand is why you stayed by my mom’s side like a wimp? Begging for love from the person who apparently cheated on you.” You scoff softly. A drop falls from his lip and the light weight wipes away his winning smile, but his pulse quickens, matching his heartbeat, threatening to destroy everything in a single second. “I honestly thought you died that night, but at the same time, I’m not surprised you ended up in Terminus. You were a cop, but you were never strong enough to do things alone, so I guess someone saved your ass that night, Matthew probably... because even he knew you're not as brave as you think you are.” His brow furrows at the shock of your words, but hatred gleams in his gaze like those days long gone, but never blurred. “I was a kid though, Jeff. So what’s your excuse? What was my sin in all this? What crime did I commit against you?”

But he remains silent, ineloquent and spiteful.

“And Austin, my brother, is he actually your son?”

He nods.

“Okay. Now, let my daughter go, and you and I can work this out.”

But the attempt of a step dies before you can take it as his body tenses, gripping April’s shoulder tighter.

“Mommy…” Her voice is a whisper, a soft cry that barely manages to find its way through her closed throat.

You swallow the fear.

“It’ll be okay, honey, trust me, okay?”

April can see through the terror, eyes bright with tears that are free again, but panic sets in as Jeff tries to take a step back, taking her with him. However, like a slow–motion movie, even your heartbeats slow as an arrow sinks into his shoulder, a loud cry pushing out of him with the pain. And like a slap from life, something breaks in the sky and the rain falls more dreadfully, seconds of bewilderment that April takes to run towards Daryl at the moment you raise the gun again, firing a bullet that sinks to the height of his chest.

You know why Daryl didn’t shoot him in the head, but the instant he holds April as Jeff falls against that tree, you reach out to him before kicking the gun hanging in his hand.

“Are you going to kill me, baby?” He tries to laugh, but the action makes his expression twist in pain.

You let out a defeated sigh, like part of your soul is about to go with him, even though he didn’t deserve it.

“It’s ironic, isn’t it? I found a baby that isn’t mine but I love her like she is, unlike you, who had a little girl in your house that you never knew how to love even when I tried to.” His gaze locks with you at your own revelation, an incredulous expression on his face that came through even despite everything he put you through, in the past and now. “Thank you, Jeff, because you saved my life in this new world even though your intention was for me to die young, don't think I didn't see it in your eyes, but now it's my turn to give you back the lesson: I must break you before you break me, because I know you won't stop until you ruin me completely, and I can't give you that pleasure anymore, not now that I have to protect my daughter.”

A soft smile tugs at the corners of his lip, feeling, for the first time, proud of you just seconds away from everything being over.

“Goodbye, (Y/N).”

You nod absently before raising the gun and firing.

Then, you let the raindrops cool your head and your thoughts, a moment before you slide the gun strap over your body to free your shaking hands, free from holding any instrument that only served to end some lives that crossed your path. Bad people, you want to believe as you turn around to leave behind every vision of that man, next to everything that happened at his side. For a few seconds, everyone needs a moment of silence to face what happened, but when you see Aeris on Daryl’s shoulder, you chuckle softly.

“Are you and my baby friends now? Like besties or something?”

Daryl scoffs before taking April’s hand, holding it gently but firmly before walking with you at their side.

“This ain't a damn friendship, woman, s'jus' a truce between me and the bird.”

Like a respite from that crazy life, the path back to the main road is clear of walkers. But you and April chuckle, amused glances passing each other as a good sign that not everything is as dark and dull as the rain and the forest—a good omen that life is not a selfish b*tch, not that much at least.

“You’re not as good a hunter as I thought if my bird had to bring you to me. You don’t get tired of me, do you?”

“Stop it.” Daryl grunts quietly, shooting you a warning look before continuing to look ahead.

You sigh before changing the subject.

“Please tell me the others are okay. Judy?”

Daryl looks at you again, silently telling you that the bad guys are gone.

“Everyone’s okay, peach. No one is hurt. And when all the craziness was over, Glenn came back sayin' he found a cabin. It smells like horse shit, but it works… fine, sorry!” Daryl whines when April tugs at his hand, a frown on her face as if her little mind lets her overlook the danger to her life, but not the bad words. “Ya need to get used to me, monkey.”

The little girl has her gaze fixed on him, as intense as Aeris and her overflowing curiosity.

“You don’t have to say so many bad words all the time, Da…” Caught in the constant confusion, April bites her lip to keep from saying out loud the word she wants to say to the first man she considers a true father figure. “Okay?”

Daryl scoffs.

“I ain't promisin' anythin' I know I won’t keep.”

There’s a moment between them, that complicity, father and daughter in their own world, and you stop for a moment to look at him: a man who would surely scoffs (as he does all the time) if you called him that prince who, unknowingly, without any intention of doing so, saved you from that cruel fate that you would never have been able to escape from alone.

Finally, in the middle of the unstable path, the small hill ends in a cabin in the middle of large trees, and Sam is the first to hold you in a hug: her body is warm despite the cruel cold, as is the warmth of Carol, Maggie and Rick.

Inside, the small campfire is still breathing and the warmth spreads throughout the place, the colors of the fire flickering to paint the emptiness of the place with soft shades of orange—some are awake, others have chosen to spend the rest of the night in gentler dreams, like Aeris who flew to one of the tallest trees. But as if she knows what’s coming and you don’t, Sam takes April to sleep near the campfire, and in silence, Daryl places his hand on your lower back, triggering memories, but you let him guide you to a side of the cabin where the light from the flames doesn’t shine brightly, making the scattered hay into a comfortable makeshift bed. Putting his crossbow and your weapon aside, Daryl lays there with you, one arm behind his head and on his left side, watching the profile of your face, while, lying on your back, you finally let go of all the pain that was building up in your body.

“I know it will sound stupid but, ya okay, peach?”

You sigh, wishing that, just like the air you let go, you could do the same with everything else inside you—and you want to start by telling the truth behind the separation, but you’re not ready for everything that would be unleashed after that.

“I heard what April called you when she ran to you… did you?”

Daryl’s heart races, as if an overwhelming emotion called fear and happiness put a hand on his neck, but it’s not because of fear of ruining it (I mean, although Daryl does feel that), but rather it’s because of the possibility of a better future, like a new version of a warm home he thought of building with you. And he wants that to happen, desperately, but he is scared of it, too.

“'bout her callin' me daddy?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah.” He murmurs, softly so as to not clash with the mood inside the place. “I think it hit me harder than a truck.”

You laugh softly, and finally, gathering courage, you turn your body to face him as well, watching him with a gentle gaze so as not to scare him with the overwhelming truth.

“Do you want to be? Because no one would blame you if you didn’t.”

Daryl gulps.

“I do, but m’ terrified of ruinin' it.” His free hand that rested at the height of his chest makes contact with your cheek, rough fingers caressing you lovingly, the other’s skin reminding you of the warmth you two shared in the past. His gaze on yours is deep as the sea, but now, you know you could never drown in the color of his eyes, not when Daryl would always be there to keep you afloat. “I was always scared of the idea of ​​being like ma dad, of hurtin' someone who was never to blame for anythin', like he did with me and ma brother.”

“Hey, no…” You stop him fondly, you own hand holding his, because there was always a fragile part of Daryl, the boy who became a man but still felt the pain like a child. “You are not your father, Daryl, and you never will be. He never knew how to love anyone and you did even though they never repaid you in the same way. I know you loved your mom and your brother… everyone can see how you feel about Carol and the family you formed all this time, and I’m sure even April can feel it. And yes, sometimes you have a short temper and you act like an asshole, but I know you did so you don’t feel too much when you lived so long bottling up your feelings to feel little or nothing, but I also know that this world has only shown you that you are capable of protecting and loving people you didn’t know first.”

Between a sea of ​​words that calm his heart, Daryl finds the strength to chuckle.

“To be fair, I did warn ya I was an asshole when we started datin'.”

“Yeah, I know. Why do you think I threw that peach at your head when you were being one?” You chuckle back. “Believe me, I saw the signs, but you were always incredibly hot so I guess I didn't care much about the rest.”

“Stop.” Daryl grunts in embarrassment, pulling his hand away as he feels the heat shooting through his whole body, but his shyness makes you chuckle a little harder.

“Please, you are. And now even more so with your long hair.” You frown, but keeping a smirk. “You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

He clears his throat, but Daryl can feel the blush blooming on his cheeks.

“Nah, I jus' didn’t want to cut it all the time.”

You nod, not believing him at all.

“Well, let me tell you, that was a very good decision because you look very, very attractive, so much so that it should be a crime to look like that—”

Your words become prisoners within your lips as he places his hand over your mouth, his brow furrowed in the failed attempt to look serious despite the obvious embarrassment that accompanies it as a result of your unfiltered words.

“Woman, please stop.” His hand smothers your laughter, but you nod as a promise not to continue, causing him to pull away. “Jesus, I forgot how much ya loved to make fun of me.”

You try to keep a calm expression.

“Oh, don’t pretend you didn’t like it. You didn’t have a sense of humor until I came along.”

A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

“I never said I didn’t love it.” The word love pulls the scale to one side, so drastically that it breaks it, but you manage to keep the surprise from showing on your face. “And yeah, ya always seemed to enjoy teasin' me, but ya were so damn sweet that no one noticed that sassy mouth of yers.”

You scoff, just to hide the tickle in your chest.

“Look who’s saying it, the person who didn’t know anything else to say but sarcastically. But seriously, didn’t your face hurt from having that scowl on all the time?”

Daryl chuckles, but there was something in his eyes when they turned honest, transparent, just like now—dreamy eyes when it came to you, even with all the sadness, but there’s something broken behind his tear–crystallized gaze that Daryl struggles to keep from falling.

“M'sorry, peach, m'sorry, I was a fuckin' coward.”

“What?” You can’t find the right words because suddenly, Daryl seems to choke on his words, but he’s ready, you can see it, to let everything he kept hidden finally find the light. “I don’t—”

“I love ya, so fuckin' much.” His voice is soft, but decisive. “I always did, peach, and despite that shitty thought in ma head tellin' me all the time that ya deserved someone better, I was ready to become that someone 'cause I never wanted to let ya go, but yer dad threatened to put Merle back in prison if I didn’t stay away from ya… and Merle was a bastard, but he was ma brother, and I knew ya were ma real family, but I was afraid to break ya just like yer father did all those years. I could see the pain in yer eyes, n’ I didn’t want to do that to ya, too.”

The truth is overwhelming, even though you already knew it, but hearing the guilt in his voice makes it all the even more painful because Daryl did care about leaving you, unlike Jeff, who made him do it without a shred of remorse.

“Daryl, it’s okay.” Your gaze is warm and kind, a small demonstration that your words are real and you mean them. “It’s not your fault, it never was, you were doing what you thought was best. You protected your brother, Daryl, and that’s what family do.”

Daryl swallows the lump in his throat, holding your gaze through his sad eyes.

“But I pushed ya away, peach, even though I knew ya didn’t want to leave.”

With a slight broken smile, you try to hold back the first tear—the one that is the hardest to keep in line, because after it, the others would come like an unbridled sea.

“Yeah, you’re right, I didn’t want to leave you.” With one hand, you rub your face to remove all traces of hopeless expression. “Try to sleep, okay, love? Since we left the church you haven’t slept much, don’t think I didn’t notice.”

The pain is beating, but his serious expression breaks with a sad smile because Daryl knows he won’t force you to talk.

“Ya’ve always been a mom. With April and Sam, with me, and even with Merle.”

You let out a tired chuckle before closing your eyes, hands under your cheek to keep them warm.

“I know, but don’t pretend you didn’t like it either.”

A few seconds pass, until Daryl finds his voice.

“Woman, there’s nothin' 'bout ya I don’ love.”

His words hang in the warm air all night, eyes closed for a short time before falling into his own paradise, dreaming of something that would come true in the very near future. And at some point in the hours that passed with a blink, his free hand sought out your body and the warmth that emanated from it, like he always did since the first time you both slept together in a bed. Little memories came back to his sleeping mind, happy moments between holding hands, the first kiss and the ones that came after, when Daryl realized you were trustworthy and showed you his scars, with your gentle hand caressing every past pain, all before make love for the first time.

But when the day starts to return, Daryl feels the slight push of his heavy body and the emptiness beside him.

“What?” His voice is even deeper in the morning, and he sits up to see April through a blurry gaze for a few seconds. “Ya okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes, but I need to ask you some questions.”

Daryl frowns, confused.

“Okay?”

“What’s mommy’s favorite color?”

Daryl frowns even more at a question that seems to come out of nowhere, but he ignores that April had already asked you the same questions days before just to check compatibility between you and him like Auntie Sam had said.

“Blue.” He answers, not missing a beat—like your eyes, she wants to say, but April decides to continue.

“Coffee, hot or cold?”

“Depends on the season, but always with sugar… sometimes too much.”

“Seafood?”

“Forbidden forever. Mommy ain’t a fan of the texture; she says it feels too funny in her mouth.”

“Her favorite fruit?”

“Peaches.”

“Her favorite flowers?”

“Tulips.”

“Favorite book?”

“Pride and Prejudice, but that’s a trick question 'cause she kept fallin' in love with every leading man like she didn’t have a damn boyfriend in real life.”

April laughs at Daryl’s expression, eyes still a little closed and hair a little disheveled.

“Can I ask you another question?” Daryl nods, not noticing her own expression. April is confused and terrified, her little mind racing like her little heart squeezing almost painfully. “If I asked you, would you be my daddy, Daryl?”

Like that imaginary truck that seemed to have run him over, or faster than the bike he used to ride when he didn’t even care about his own life, Daryl smiles despite the inner terror, that misguided idea of ​​ruining everything because that’s what his own parents taught him, but as he holds April with ease, lifting her up to bring her closer to him, because, although Daryl knows that life is unpredictable, the only thing he can be sure of is that he can love the little person who had seen through that shield of his, the real person behind, the older but scared person, with the little girl in front who wanted to give him a chance to have a family now that life had put her in front of him.

“Ya’ve been ma daughter since I met ya, sweetheart, since the first time I held ya in ma arms as if ya were mine.” Daryl pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear, an expression that is so simple and yet so powerful. “Is that okay?”

Her relief is so overwhelming that it can’t fit in her chest and her small frame, but it’s the impulse that makes April wrap her arms around his neck.

“Okay, daddy.” She smiles through her tears, her voice cracking but dripping with happiness. And April feels loved in his arms, and that's enough for her. “Mommy’s outside. Now go give her the ring before the others wake up.”

April pulls away as Daryl has the same confused expression.

“How do ya know 'bout that, young lady?”

The little girl shrugs before running to the place where she was sleeping with Sam. Sure enough, the place is still silent, with soft breaths and some light snoring mixing together. His sleeping heart wakes frantically as Daryl stands up, sweeping some piece of hay from his body before opening the door of the cabin and closing it behind him, taking your profile a few steps away where the hill ends, framing the sunrise between two trees like a moving photograph, with Aeris in your hand until the falcon takes flight when Daryl approaches.

“That man ya said ya could see in me... do ya think ya could give him a chance, peach?”

Like a reflex, like a magnet that always draws you two together, you turn to see him and his body does the same, finding each other face to face.

Your gaze is confused, but always kind.

“What do you mean?”

“Peach…” His voice is low, a little nervous, and maybe even unsure because the constant fear of that wrong idea still looms before him, more fearsome than a walker, but Daryl has never been more sure of what he is about to ask of you. “Ya know I ain't good with words, but I want to tell ya that ya and April are ma family, the home I never thought I deserved. And s'kind of funny that the world had to go to shi—” Daryl decides to stop and use another word, just because his little girl doesn’t like bad ones. “That this new world had to start so I could find ya two, and I want to make things right if ya’ll have me again.”

When Daryl pulls a ring out of his pocket, your breath seems to catch in your throat, and although your mouth threatens to fall open, you keep it closed while making the monumental effort to hold his gaze when his returns to yours.

“When did you get a ring?”

“Ya don’ wanna know.” Daryl lets out a small laugh, shy and scared. “I want to be with ya and our baby girl for as long as we can live in this world, peach. I love ya for who ya are, for yer stubbornness and for yer strength, but also for how sweet ya are all the time, with our family and with me. And I want to hug ya, kiss ya, hold yer hand and be able to be at least a lil’ bit of that man ya always saw in me… I know we could die tomorrow but I hope not, I hope life gives us time to build somethin' for April, for us and for everyone. And yeah, I know I can be an asshole sometimes but I promise I’ll be better, and although I can’t promise ya a story like the books ya used to read, I can promise that I will love ya n' our kid for the rest of ma life.”

His words travel around the world and they come back to your heart, overwhelmed by his sudden confession just when you had thought that you two would never, ever be together again. But as the day grows brighter and you take all in, so does the realization that there is only one answer to his question.

“Peach, could ya give me an asnwer, please? M’ dyin’ here.”

You chuckle, but as your eyes returns to him and a soft smile appears on your closed lips, you now know that what Jeff said was a lie—Daryl loves you, he always did, so much so that he walked away from you despite his own pain.

“Of course I’ll marry you, silly.”

Like the first breath of air after being submerged for too long, Daryl feels like he can finally breathe as he holds you in a hug after placing the ring on your finger, the warmth of your bodies recognizing each other after a long time. As if the world has been put on pause, everything feels infinite, erasing all traces of the pain of each other’s absence, leaving only the immense joy of being together when that was the only thing you two had ever wanted. And when you part slightly, his forehead rests against yours, his hand caressing part of your cheek and your hairline.

“You know I should make you beg, don’t you?” You’re playing and he knows it, and even though you squint in mockery as you pull away, Daryl can feel the relief tickling his chest.

“Yeah, I deserve it.”

“Yes, you do.” You nod, thoughtful. “And who would marry us anyways? Because it’s not like there are many priests in this world to officiate a wedding.”

Daryl nods, keeping an amused expression.

“We can ask Gabriel.”

You grimace.

“You sure? Cause you told him religion was crap.”

Caught off guard, Daryl clears his throat.

“Or ya could ask him. Ya’re the nice one in this relationship.”

You shrug.

"I guess you're right. And I guess this will be the perfect excuse to find you a better shirt, maybe one with sleeves."

Daryl frowns.

"What? Woman, I wore ma best shirt the first time I asked ya out."

“Hi.” Your laugh catches in your throat as the male voice draws your attention, but as a reflect of his protectiveness, Daryl steps in front of you, his hand holding the gun that was always at his waist. “Hi! Sorry for scaring you like that, but I’m not the enemy, I promise.”

His words seem honest, but the muzzle of the gun is still pointed in his direction.

“What do ya want?” Daryl is calm, and his hand doesn’t tremble.

The young man raises his hands in a sign of peace, maintaining a friendly smile.

“My name is Aaron, and I’m looking for Rick. You two are his family, aren’t you?”

The silence falls heavy for a moment, until the chirping of birds breaks the strange spell, but it is Aeris’ singing voice that draws your attention as she joins the melodious chorus for the first time—perhaps as a divine sign that things are finally about to get better.

@fluffy-dixon @stunkbiggu @kurogxrix @ffsjustletmesleep @kaz11283 @daryldixmedown @enretrogue

[danikamariewrites]

just finished fourth wing and desperate for some liam fics in my life😩

please may i request maybe some angst with a happy ending?

(p.s i literally devoured all your works in one night i’m obsessed with your writing<3)

Sunrise

Liam Mairi x reader

A/n: I decided to do more fluff than angst. I feel like I’ve written sm angst for Liam 😅 thank you sm I’m glad you like my fics🩷

Warnings: homesickness

Something you always did with your mom before coming to Basgiath was watch the sunrise on special occasions. Your birthdays, favorite holidays, or just because it was Wednesday. You were feeling a little homesick and your boyfriend noticed.

Liam had been trying for days to cheer you up. He was running out of ideas and nothing seemed to be working. So he turned to your friends. Liam begged them to wrack their brains for something that you might’ve mentioned from home.

And Violet, of course, remembered your sunrises. Liam knew that’s what he had to do. He was going to take you to a nice, scenic spot and you were going to watch the sunrise together. He hopes this would work. Liam would do anything to see you genuinely smile right now.

———

You slowly stirred as Liam gently shook you awake. “Baby, baby, wake up.” You jolted up, your hands flying to Liam’s shoulders in a bone crushing grip. “What! What’s happening?” You practically screamed. He covered your mouth with his hand as she shushed you.

“You’re gunna wake up the floor.” He laughed out. You lick his palm and he quickly takes his hand away, rubbing your saliva on his pants. Now you’re fully awake laughing at your goofy boyfriend. Looking at the small clock on your bedside table which read 5:15 am.

“Why did you wake me up?” Liam smiled up at you from his kneeling position on your floor. “I have a surprise for you, come on.” He scrambles up, opening your armoire and throwing your flight jacket at you. “Hurry. We don’t have a lot of time.” You shrugged, throwing the covers off your body.

Once your dressed, Liam leads you down to the flight field. Deigh sits in the middle of the field waiting. “Where’s Dalinda?” You give him a skeptical look. Liam takes your hand tugging you towards the dragon. He lets you on, which surprised you, dragons rarely let other people but their riders on them.

Liam climbs on behind you. He holds onto your waist, pulling you flush to his chest, leaving a kiss on your cheek. “Let’s go Deigh!” The dragon takes off, soaring across the forest to a clearing you’d never seen before.

Deigh landed just on the edge of the clearing. The river ran past in slow rushes. Wildflowers were randomly scattered among the grass. You spotted a blanket near the river bank and gave Liam another look. “Ok lover boy, what are you up to?”

Liam wraps his arm around you walking you to the little spot he set up. The sky is starting to get lighter with first of the suns rays you can’t see yet. “I know you’ve been homesick. Your friends told me that you used to watch the sun rise with your mom so…I thought we could watch it together.” His tone turned nervous at the end.

He scratched the back of his neck waiting for your response. Now that he was thinking about it, he wasn’t sure if this would help or make your mood worse. All you could do was stare at the horizon. You slowly turned to Liam, throwing your arms around his torso.

“Thank you.” You whispered into his chest. Liam hugged you back tighter. “Of course, baby.” When you let go of him, Liam sits you on his lap on the blanket, holding you close.

The two of you sat there in a comfortable silence just enjoying each other’s company. As the sun rose you rested your head on Liam’s shoulder. “I love you,” he whispered into your hair, pressing his lips into the back of your head. “I love you too Li.”

[marichive]

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 : 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Writing / roleplay prompts collected from the POV chapters of Daenerys Targaryen in A Game of Thrones , the first book of the ASOIAF saga. Feel free to adjust pronouns / etc. as needed.

tw: dark & mature themes, death, violence, suggestive / sexual content

❝ Is it really mine? ❞

❝ Tonight you must look like a princess. ❞

❝ What does he want from us? ❞

❝ All they have taken from us, we will have it back. ❞

❝ He will be enraptured. ❞

❝ Do you take me for a fool? ❞

❝ My apologies if I have given offense. ❞

❝ Kings lack the caution of common men. ❞

❝ I shall kill him myself. ❞

❝ Many important men will be at the feast tonight. ❞

❝ No doubt he would pay well for your head. ❞

❝ He will not sleep easy while I live. ❞

❝ I don't want to be his queen. ❞

❝ Please, I don't want to, I want to go home! ❞

❝ How are we to go home? They took our home from us! ❞

❝ If you must wed him and bed him for that, you will. ❞

❝ In time you may even learn to like him. ❞

❝ All things of importance in a man's life must be done beneath the open sky. ❞

❝ He has promised you a crown, and you shall have it. ❞

❝ I council you to be patient. ❞

❝ Guard your tongue or I'll have it out. ❞

❝ There are no more dragons. ❞

❝ There is no privacy here. They do not understand sin or shame as we do. ❞

❝ It is a small thing, my princess, but all a poor exile could afford. ❞

❝ Silver for the silver of your hair. ❞

❝ Is that the only word you know? ❞

❝ It's so beautiful here, I don't want to think about everything dying. ❞

❝ You are learning to talk like a queen. ❞

❝ You dare give commands to me? ❞

❝ Have you forgotten who you are? ❞

❝ Can you wake the dead? ❞

❝ He is still the true king. ❞

❝ It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace. They never are. ❞

❝ What do you pray for? ❞

❝ I pray for home, too. ❞

❝ He ought to have come by now, for the feast. ❞

❝ You ought to have gone with him to keep him safe. ❞

❝ He is the only one left. The only one. ❞

❝ He is all I have. ❞

❝ You belong to them now. ❞

❝ Please, [name], it is forbidden! ❞

❝ I want what I came for. ❞

❝ Turn away, my princess, I beg you. ❞

❝ Fire cannot kill a dragon. ❞

❝ I have a chill. Light the brazier. ❞

❝ The poisoner was the first, but he will not be the last. ❞

❝ A few cuts. Nothing of consequence. ❞

❝ You have a gentle heart, but you do not understand. This is how it has always been. ❞

❝ It is not for you to tell me what I cannot do. ❞

❝ This is the way of war. ❞

❝ If you must stay, then help. ❞

❝ I sing of my scars. ❞

❝ You must not say that. ❞

❝ We have ridden far enough today. We will camp here. ❞

❝ For the love you say you bear me, help me now. ❞

❝ I will not let him die! ❞

❝ Weep for him tomorrow, or a year from now. We do not have time for grief. ❞

❝ But why? Why should they kill a little baby? ❞

❝ Better to kill the child than to risk his fury when he grows to manhood. ❞

❝ They must not hurt my son! ❞

❝ Some would say that death is cleaner. ❞

❝ Is there no other way? ❞

❝ Only death may pay for life. ❞

❝ This is bloodmagic. It is forbidden. ❞

❝ The dead will dance here this night. ❞

❝ Bring him back to me. ❞

❝ They say she is accursed. ❞

❝ He did not live. ❞

❝ All the grief has been burned out of me. ❞

❝ Should you be up, weak as you are? ❞

❝ I saw you, alone, dancing with the shadows. ❞

❝ I swear to you, these men will die screaming. ❞

❝ If I look back, I am lost. ❞

❝ See what life is worth, when all the rest is gone. ❞

❝ Do you think bloodmagic is a game for children? ❞

❝ Loose me from these bonds and I will help you. ❞

❝ I am his heir. Whatever was his is mine now. ❞

❝ You shall not be alone. ❞

❝ Come with me. We will see all the wonders yet unseen. ❞

❝ I know what you intend. ❞

❝ I understand that you loved him. ❞

❝ I will not watch you burn. ❞

❝ I was a child yesterday. Today I am a woman. Tomorrow I will be old. ❞

❝ Give me your hand and your heart, and there will always be a place for you. ❞

❝ I vow to serve you, to obey you, to die for you if need be. ❞

❝ Forgive me for all I have done and all I must do. ❞

❝ Is it so far from madness to wisdom? ❞

❝ You swore to obey me, whatever might come. ❞

❝ Do not fear for me. ❞

❝ The fire is mine. Don't you see? ❞

[honey-minded-hivemind]

👻Parent morph!🌫 au🤝wings of fire au🐉

So you know how moonwatcher got left in the rainforest by her mom?

Yeah imagine that happening to nightwing dragonet!reader and their found by a random raining to be brought to queen!morph, who is like "huh....AWESOME FREE EGG"

Granted the nightwing mother will come looking for her egg BUT queen morph and their harem aint Givin no baby back, especially if reader hatched before the mom came looking for them.

Oh. Oh, you got quite the idea. Yes, we're doing it.

I imagine the NightWing parent in question is either grumpy, tired, panicking dad dragon Wolverine, or the annoyed, cunning, fearful NightWing version of Mystique. I'm gonna go with Wolverine right now.

He had his egg, he hid it, amd he kept checking it over and over again, so it wouldn't be raised on a death trap of an island where the other NightWings (ferals and more muderous/dangerous mutants) were. Yet did it work? No, because some sorry, eel-minded, son of a slug eggnapped his baby. And he will NOT stand for it. So he hunts down the scent, tracking it...

RainWing Queen Morph had quite the odd discovery by one of their guards tonight! A cute little egg! It's all silvery, which isn't normal... but the poor thinh must have been abandoned! But no worries, it has a new mama/papa: Them! Of course, they'll have to make sure the dragonet inside isn't hurt or sick once it's hatched, as they aren't sure how normal a silver egg is, or if it's even a RainWing inside... And ooooohhhhh, what's this? Someone says they had an intruder, in their kingdom? A large beast of a dragon? Humph! Well, they'll see about that!

Cue slender, majestic, shimmering RainWing Queen Morph meeting burly, strong, brooding NightWing Wolverine... And now they're trying not to blush, and trying not to show weakness, especially when they ask about an egg, which, um, that's THEIR egg, large dark and handsome!

NightWing Wolverine: Who the... fr*ggin bloody mooons are y'u..? is recovering from a few RainWing sleeping darts

RainWing Queen Morph: Hello there! Why, I should be asking who YOU are! But, well, you can call me, Your Majesty~ If you don't want to be dunked in quicksand!

NightWing Wolverine: ... Wh't...?

RainWing Queen Morph: And you can't have that egg back! Its mine now! How dare you abandon it?! It's just a small, tiny thing! It's too small for an egg! What did you do to it?!

NightWing Wolverine: Dragon, I brought it here so it wouldn't die! Our home is full of ashes and death! If I left it there, it wouldn't have made it! So yeah, sorry, I brought it here! You can fo what you want with me, but if you so much as crack it's fragile shell, I'll make you wish you were dead and buried in lava!

RainWing guards: 😱😨😖😠

RainWing healers: 😰😥😢🥺

RainWing Queen Morph: ... You poor, sad, stoic dragon... I'm still not letting your egg go back to that... death trap of a home you have... but... I could always use one more loyal guard~ What do you say? Join me, and you and your egg can live long, happy, death-free lives here, in our paradise of a home! Just... no more rotten dead things, please. The smell is gross...

NightWing Wolverine: Deal. Now give me my egg!

RainWing Queen Morph: Our egg!

NightWing Wolverine: 👀🤨 Ookay... our egg...

RainWing Queen Morph: 😁😄😃🥰😍💖💛💜

(And then they end up falling in love, and oh, what's this, another dragon partner for Morph? Oh well, apparently every adult (except maybe Xavier and Magneto?) likes them, enough to marry them, for convenience, for love, or to be closer to Reader-)

[jalicefanficblog]

Birds and Café con leche

After Breakfast Andrés normally drinks his second cup of Coffee, but this time he is informed by his Toddler, that Coffee is very important for Birds, so they could turn into powerful Dragons.

"Martin? Have you seen my second cup of Coffee? I was sure, that i placed it a few seconds ago on the Kitchen Table?"

Andrés de Fonollosa looked confused from the empty Kitchen Table towards his Partner in Crime and in Love, who was putting the Dishes from Breakfast into the Dishwasher. 

"Than it should be on the Kitchen Table - have you looked there already?", replied Martin while he was focused on continue doing the Task.

"Would i come to you, when i didn´t checked that place already?", Andrés said and finally got the full attention from his Partner, who closed the Dishwasher a few Moments later.

"Well let me think....", Martin wanted start counting all the Times, when Andrés came to him for a second cup of Coffee, for someone who puts Suncream on his neck, when he is busy with his work and needs an Volunteers that get Hestia´s Diaper changed or play with the Toddler - or when Andrés want´s to curse about how much he deep inside his wicked heart miss the Gang with the weird city Names. Martin could go on forever with that list, but he knew that his Partner his kind of focused on his second cup of Coffee after Breakfast. Why should he put it away than?

"To be honest i could give you a whole list of Times, when you come to me for something - but I´am really sorry about the Coffee - it´s not here", Martin explained with an amused grin on his face.

"You´re not funny", Andrés said not amused about the fact, that his Coffee has d isappeared on a mysterious way.

While the two Adults still talked about this mysterious Situation, their little Daugther Hestia came into the Kitchen . The two year old little girl had great news for her parents, but their were talking about boring Adult Stuff like Coffee and Household chores. 

"Daddy y Papá? Hestia found Dragon - Mira - Look", the little girl said playfully and got the attention from her Fathers. She was really busy with preparing some special Water for Dragons, so that they can find their way to her home and don´t need to be longer thirsty flying in the clouds. 

"Please tell me you didn´t want to share some Choclate cake with the Goats, like a few weeks ago  - i nearly got a heart attack", Martin asked and he wasn´t sure if the Toddler tried that again. 

"Goats no Dragons Daddy", Hestia explained friendly and reached out for Martin and Andrés hands, to show them where the Dragons can be find from now on.

"Wait a minute - have you took my cup of Coffee Corazón?", Andrés asked her and by the way Hestia shyly let go of his hand and hide behind Martin leg, Andrés knew that he found the mysterious, why his coffee was gone.

"Hestia sorry Papá - but the Dragons", the 2 year old explained and was picked up by Martin, so that she cannot longer hide behind his legs.

"As much as i like the Dragon Idea Baby, it is not a good Idea to steal your Papás second cup of coffee", Martin said honest and looked from him over to her Papá.

"Hestia no steal Coffee", the little girl replied confused.

"So where is my Coffee than? I don´t think you drink it - did you?", Andrés asked in kind of an strict voice.

"Coffee yucky Papá - now look Dragons?", the Toddler replied - how could Adults ever drink Coffee, it was so disgusting.

"Fine - show us your Dragons Baby - but after that i need someone who makes me a second cup of Coffee", Andrés after his Partner put Hestia down again, so that the little Girl can show her fathers, what exactly happend to his original second cup of Coffee and why his Toddler feed it to the ´Dragons´

Five Minutes later Berlin and Palermo were on the  -Child-proofed  - Balcony that belong to their Quarters and watched how little Hestia showed them one of the small Bird Fountain, in wich Berlin had put in some Water a few days ago for the Birds, that came here for a stop and a sip of refreshment.

But instead of the Water there was now some Coffee for the Birds to drink and next to the Bird Fountain stood the empty Coffee cup. 

"So there did my Café con leche went - and what has this do to with Dragons Hestia?", Andrés wanted to know, while he picked up the empty cup.

"Birds need Coffee Papá", Hestia said und pointed with one finger towards the top of the Bird Fountain, where now a little Bird was sitting and looking confused towards the Coffee mixture.

"Why do Birds need Coffee? I´am pretty sure they need Water Hestia - don´t you think?", Martin said and as well as his Partner, he really wanted to know how their Toddler came up with this Idea.

"Birds drink Coffee....and than grow big Dragons Daddy", Hestia explained, as if it was the most normal thing in the World. If Birds drink Coffee, they turn into strong and powerful Dragons - makes total sense for an Toddler, but for two Adults in their late 40´s it was more confusing than helpful.

"How long does it take - I mean a Dragon would be cool", Palermo said amused and got an ´Don´t put any more Ideas in our Daugthers Head´ glaze from Berlin.

"What your Daddy wants to ask you Hestia is, who told you that´s the way how a Birds could grow into a Dragon?", Berlin added and looked for a moment to the little bird, who already flew away - it was understandable that he wouldn´t like this Coffee a lot. 

"Auntie Raquel - it´s true Papá", Hestia said and while she was staying with The Professor and his now Girlfriend - wich also was the former Inspectora, Paulas Mother told her and Paula a lot of Storys - and she also said, that a Bird drinks some Coffee, he would turn into a powerful Dragon. 

"Than do me Favor and try it out next Time, we visit your Uncle okay? So will anyone please bring me my second cup of Coffee?", Berlin said and Palermo picked the Toddler up as she lifted her Arms up in his direction.

"Me! Helping Daddy yes?", Hestia said and she loved it when she can help her Parents in the Kitchen or when she just was allowed to push the Start Button on the Coffee Machine.

"How nice from you to offer your Help - i guess you like to have an  Café con leche?", Palermo asked Berlin and after he gave his Partner a kiss on the cheek, Palermo went with the Toddler and the empy cup in his free hand, back to the Kitchen, to bring his Boyfriend the Coffee he so desperately needs.

In the Meantime Andrés called Raquel to ask her about this Fairytale with Dragon - but he only got an amused laugh from the former Inspectora.

"Coffee turn Birds into Dragons. I´am very sorry but i think Hestia missunderstood something. I told her once, that Sergio could turn into a Dragon, if he dosen´t have his third Coffee in the Morning"

THE END 

[agentnico]

Kung Fu Panda 4 (2024) review

Jack Black’s new version of “Hit Me Baby One More Time” is great. In all honestly all of Tenacious D’s covers are superb. Their take on “I Think I Love You” for Croods 2 slaps as hard as Will Smith’s palm against Chris Rock’s face. Apologies, I just watched the new Bad Boys trailer so that momentary awards moment has sprung back into my mind.

Plot: After Po is tapped to become the Spiritual Leader of the Valley of Peace, he needs to find and train a new Dragon Warrior, while a wicked sorceress plans to re-summon all the master villains whom Po has vanquished to the spirit realm.

For some reason I presumed Kung Fu Panda 3 was the ending to the trilogy and the story was over. Then again Hollywood wants to keep making more money and this animated franchise has been highly successful for DreamWorks till now, so of course it was only a matter of time. To give them props though, DreamWorks has been on a bit of a hot streak recently with The Bad Guys - a visually-pleasing heist flick; Croods 2 - hilarious riot; this year’s Orion and the Dark - a fun concept with a mind-bending ending; and of course Puss in Boots: The Last Wish which is an animated masterpiece. There, I said it. The Puss in Boots sequel is fantastic and I won’t hear otherwise! As such even though the trailers weren’t showing too much promise, I went into Kung Fu Panda 4 optimistically, hoping it’s not just a needless cash-grab.

Right, yep, it’s a cash-grab through and through. You can tell the writers were really trying to milk some kind of an idea for a plot, and all they could come up with is Po needing to find a new Dragon Warrior in his place. Not the most original concept as is, and one that in the end feels really rushed, and his choice for his replacement is one that feels unsatisfying. The main villain also is really weak. A chameleon voiced by Viola Davis, and though visually the shape-shifting gimmick works really well, narratively this character has hardly anything to do, let alone be in any way intimidating. I recall in one of the previous films the villain was Lord Shen, who was introduced as someone who has killed Dragon Warriors before. What’s the scariest thing this chameleon now does, you may ask? She lightly pushes someone down the stairs. That’s it.

Another rushed aspect of the movie is that many voice actors from the previous films are needlessly ditched either with a lame excuse for their absence, or not giving them any lines and the characters appearing in silence. Like a big selling point in the marketing is that we get to see all the villains from the previous entries come back. A fun idea, however aside from Ian McShane as Tai Lung the other villains only appear as if they’re in a silent movie. Are you telling me that DreamWorks really couldn’t afford to get Gary Oldman to record a couple of lines on his phone and send them over? It’s like if Spider-Man: No Way Home had all the old Spidey villains from previous films come back, but they just stand about silently doing nothing. How crap would that have been? So yes, this really cheapens the movie.

Visually the film looks great. It’s mad to see how the animation has progressed as this series of movies has gone further. Particular attention has been given to the background environments that look gorgeous! Great use of colours and detail. A chase sequence through a city of thieves is a particular eye-popping set piece, that even gives Hans Zimmer the small opportunity to have some fun with the music score during it.

As for the voice cast - Jack Black is a charisma machine! He’s an icon and of course Po is just Jack Black being himself, but he has so much energy in his line delivery that he carries this movie fully on his shoulders. Awkwafina is also in this movie. Look, the reason I’m pointing that out is that if one looks at her filmography since 2019 she’s voiced characters in Little Mermaid, Migration, Kung Fu Panda 4, Bad Guys, SpongeBob: The Movie, Raya and the Last Dragon, The Dark Crystal Netflix series, Angry Birds Movie 2…. That’s so much!! What does she have on these animation studios that they keep hiring her? She’s not the only female voice actor out there. And I’m sorry, she’s not even that great of a voice actress, and I wasn’t a fan of her here either. Dustin Hoffman kind of just lingers about questioning his life, Bryan Cranston and James Hong have some amusing co-dads banter, Ian McShane being back as Tai Lung was lovely, and Ke Huy Quan is the usual ball of excitable energy that he always is.

Unlike Puss in Boots where the wait for the sequel was more than worth it, Kung Fu Panda 4 feels as if the franchise may have run its course and the writers have simply ran out of ideas. There’s a “been there done that” aura surrounding this whole movie, and again it’s not terrible, but more so just passable. There’s nothing new here, simply retreading old territory. I’m sure if you take your kids with you to see it though they’ll probably have a good time. Probably. That “Hit Me Baby One More Time” cover though - hell yeah!

Overall score: 5/10

[saltjam]

My Tmnt Oc: June (aka, i wanna ramble)

So, i just realized, this is tumblr and nothing is stopping me from yelling into the void about my and how much i love her and how much i love the turtles.

Now in order to not make this post a super long wall post like the "do you like the color of the sky" post, will put the line thing to make this part small and bite sized. you can skip if you want and not read that is fine, this is mainly so i can ramble about her and all the lore i thought of her. i will be ordering this post in order of when the different series came out and i will be sticking with the main four

which are as follows: 1987, 2003, 2012, and rise

these are my main focus since i've seen each and i feel comfortable molding June to each. i haven't seen the new movie yet but i don't think she'd work, same goes for other versions like the 2014 movies and that one batman movie (i wanna watch it so fucking bad)

with that covered, the read more line

so before i start i would like to give some background on who/june is, for starters she is a robot and not an actual human. in the lore for '87, '03, and '12 she is created and referred to as the Juniper or Jupiter project (for '87) thus the name June, for Rise it's different as she is actually made as a child for a big Dragon milf and her lil nerd husband; still made in a lab but she's more organic made as she is they're baby.

another thing i would like to state is that June originally a self insert for my persona Jam (this also why the J names) but i liked her enough to make her, her own oc. as well originally she was going to be giving Mikey kisses across the bored but then i thought "well i love all of them, and there are four of em, and i'm making four versions of the oc. so no one is really gonna stope me" and this each june is with a different brother so they all can get some kisses

a constant for all June is that they are all some type of robot/cybernetic

now let's start diving into each June!

June (1987): The Big Sister

Full name: June Lynn

So June for 1987 i thought it would be cute if she was like another older sister for the turtle (Since April also takes an older sister role) so she is shipped with Leo as he is the oldest brother. seeing as i am rather young i haven't watched that much of the 1987 series but i have developed her a little bit

she would be very protective of not only leo but the others as well, when it comes to inspiration for how i would want her robot form to look, i thought a more Transformers like look would fit since they came out around the same time (i'm also just a huge fan of Transformers)

when it comes to how she met the turtles, i imagine she helped them from a few mousers.

the few images i have of her (1 drawing i did in style, a picrew i edited, the original picrew, and the link) (also two older drawings of when i first her, plus a bonus mikey of when she was with him)(oh, and some extra stuff with height charts. note i did these late at night so please don't mind the mistakes in spelling or forgetting to label things right) Also i kept messing up on the drawing so please have mercy qwq

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June (2003): The Material Girl

Full name: June Splinterdottir

Ah 2003, the year i popped out. obviously i hold this series is very close seeing as we grew up together. so when it comes to lore and development for June this version has the most meat on it's bone.

For 03 June, the turtles actually found her abandoned in an old decaying lab left there to rot and slowly die. that was until they saved her, she grew up with them seeing as she didn't have a home or family of her own. and slowly through the years she got closer to Donatello, seeing as he was the smartest of the family and she is a super charged weapon. until they ended up confessing and soon dating.

April and Casey help teach her about more humans things with Casey taking on an older brother like figure in her life and April acting as more of a teacher.

for her more robot form i though something more interesting would fit her, so her more robot form is/will be based on the xenomorphs from Alien (because i thought it would fit 2003's more gritter look)

for her drawings i actually have a good few, but she has changed through my development of her, there are a few drawings i wanna redraw and change to fit her current lore

the first few drawings are her in the lab, 1 with edits and 1 unedited, Mikey finding her (again pre-kissing donnie era), and her taking a nap while they drive her to the base, a drawing of her in the 2003 style (did my best), plus a picrew edited and unedited /w link, and some height charts.

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June (2012): The Baby

Full Name: June Lyn

2012, the baby, the lil guys, and the one i've thought of most second to 2003. she is the youngest i think of all of the variations. now her lore is similar to 2003 except instead of being left to rot, she caused a black out in the lab she was held in and managed to escape making a fake identity for herself so now he's lived a bit in fear they'll find her and force her back.

This june in lore was made less as a weapon and more as a tool, she is power source that is greater then the sun. so she was used to power things in the lab, but she isn't defenseless as she can assimilate organic and non organic matter into her body (i.e: if she grabs a gun she can use it to make her arm a bigger gun)

when it comes to her robot form, i've decided (with the help of my friend) that i wanna use My life as a teenage robot for inspo, She also kisses mikey as i feel like he really needs someone who's on the same page as him. like they are so mean to him he is just a lil guy, he needs a hug hella bad

when it comes to art, i actually don't have too much i'm pleased with. since 2012 is 3D and i don't really wanna try my hand at 3d modelling, so trying to draw in style is not really an option so if i drew her i'll just do it in my own style. what i do have is a picrew of what i'd imagine she'd look like older and the height charts

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June (Rise): The Working Girl

Full Name: June Harper-Lyn

Rise, the series i did hella dirty and feel so bad for missing but i'm making up my crime.

now this June is a bit more unique as she actually has parents, her Father is a micro scientist and micro biologist, and her mom is a big yokai dragon (She's a kaiju, because godzilla is cool) So this June is half robot, half human and half yokai, she works with her parents in the diner they own called the "Dragon bite diner" with her mom being the main cook and her dad running as mechanic of the building. the diner itself is suppose to be an place for humans, yokais and mutant to feel safe and have a nice home cooked style meal, they cater to a variety of tastes and it's a conflicted free zone (It's helps when the owner is a huge dragon)

her robot form is more simple, as it's just a more dragon style robot, and of course she is with Raph. big man needs his kisses too, plus he just needs a break from being the eldest sibling and get cuddled up with.

sadly, i don't know what picrew i used to make her. and trust me i looked through 100 pages on picrew, so if anyone could find it that would be nice as i'm a little worried it may have been deleted. i also have a drawing of her in style plus some more simple cute doodles of her and Raph being sweet. she is the most non human looking of the bunch.

another thing just for my oc in general is that i wanted her to be like besties with another brother, since i didn't want her to be Soley around her bf. i want her to be like a legit character and not just 'girlfriend' if that makes sense.

so for 1987 who is with Leo i thought it would be cute if she was besties with Mikey, ya know oldest sibling getting along with youngest (rare i know, but still)

for 2003 she's friends with Leo, since i imagine she has a lot of stress with 1, being left abandoned, 2, knowing she was only made as a weapon and 3. her boyfriend is too busy being a nerd to cuddle. plus he's the eldest so she looks up to him

for 2012, i imagine she's friends with Raph. main reason so he would stop picking on Mikey so much, two because he would love being a bad influence on her and they'd be menaces together

and finally Rise, for her i've decided Donnie. one because he's the last and two because this June's dad is a super smart scientist and because this June is more open to the fact she's not human. so them talking tech and analytics sounds nice

but yeah, that's my oc. i love her and i love the tmnt so much, if anyone wants to know more about her feel free to ask because my brain is absolutely buzzing about tmnt and i don't wanna bother my friends about it

to those who took they're time actually reading my nonsense, thank you!!!

[triforceangel13]

Waltz Within Chains Ch. 35 (A BakuDeku Omegaverse Fantasy Hybrid Au)

Chapter  35: Tables Have Turned

Katsuki let out a sigh as he rocked his son in his arms, frowning as he looked over at the castle once more waiting for the familiar head of green to pop out.

Izuku had been gone...too long.  He had said he had forgotten something and he would be right back to go with them.

He had yet to return.

“Somethings wrong,” Katsuki grumbled. “I need to go after him.”

The blonde turned to the queen who looked as if she was on the urge to cry. He frowned. She knew something was up.

He hated this. He hated hwo Izuku had to lie to get to do things but with how things were going he had a pretty good idea of what was happening.

Izuku was either caught or he was confronting his father.

With a small curse he held his sleeping son out to the queen.

“Katsuki...what are you doing?” she asked, taking the sleeping baby dragon hybrid and laid a soft kiss against his head. “He told us to wait.”

“You two haven't been honest with me and now my mate is in trouble,” Katsuki said, opening the carriage door and pulled it open.

Kirishima, who was sleeping on top next to Mina, woke with a jolt, flushing in embarassmanet when Katsuki rose a brow up at hm.

“Katsuki, please,” Inko tried to plead. “He told me we could use this time to be leaving, to be going to our secret hide out until we could make our next plan.”

“No,” Katsuki stated with a scowl. He didn't want to take his anger out on the woman. She was just holding information, probably for the sake of Izuku asking. “I already lost my mate more than once in my life. I don't intend on letting that happening ever again.”

“What's going on?” Mina asked softly as she too sat up, rubbing one of her eyes.

“We're going in after Izuku. He still hasn't come back,” Kirishima stated and hopped off the top of the carriage.

“Katsuki...” Inko said softly and then her ears drooped down, tears leaking down her cheeks. “Please bring both of you back home. I've already considered you a member of my own family. I cannot bare to think of you gone again.”

Katsuki smiled a bit and leaned back into the carraige to give the queen a warm hug. All Might smiled next to her softly.

“He'll set this right. I have faith in him,” All Might said. Katsuki felt warmth in him and he grasped the man's outstretched hand.

“Thank you,” Katsuki said.

The blonde turned to his redheaded friend Mina pouting as she held his hands. Aizawa sat atop the carriage, waiting for the signal to flee.

“Ejiro, I'm not weak,” Mina stated. “There's a reason why I was chosen to protect Izuku back in the dragon kingdom. Let me come and help.”

“Mina, I don't need to be worrying about you too in there. We don't even know what we're going to be running into,” Kirishima tried to plea.

Katsuki rest a hand on Mina's shoulder.

“I actually need you to stay with them,” Katsuki urged. Mina looked as if she was about to protest but Katsuki squeezed her shoulder. “I need someone strong to protect my pup, the queen and All Might. Even Aizawa can't do it by himself.”

Mina paused and then let out a sigh, pulling Katsuki into a hug.

“I'll protect them with my life,” she promised him. “Bring him back.”

She then hugged Kirishima and shared a deep kiss with the dragon.

Katsuki turned his eyes away, having to clear his throat for them to finally release one another.

“See you soon,” Mina said.

She jumped back onto the top of the carriage once the doors were all closed. With the sginal given the carriage started to head off.

Kirishima let out a small sigh but he turned to Katsuki.

“Thank you,” he said to his friend.

“I know how important she is to you. We need to keep at least some of the ones we care about safe,” Katsuki said as he tightned his belt with his sword and started to head inside, the redhead right next to him. “You know, we might not make it out of this.”

“I know,” Kirishima stated. “But this is where I am needed right now.”

Katsuki smirked a bit and nodded, taking the lead into the castle. He knew exactly where they would be right now.

*

Izuku was breathing heavily as he watched his father stagger back a bit to catch his breath, glaring daggers at his son.

The omega was keeping up with him, even making him falter here and there. Izuku was not intending on killing. He was wanting to make him surrender.

Hizashi had other plans. He was trying to hurt Izuku.

But they were both getting tired, Hizashi more so. Izuku was putting his training to good use. Though there were some things working against hm.

He was still recovering a little bit from child birth, the session he had with Katsuki, and over all just the amount of things piling ontop of one another.

But he would not let his father win. He would make sure that he won.

“Sire,” one of the guards called out to him. “Allow us to help you.”

“No,” the king growled at them. “No one is to interfere. I still need to teach my son a lesson after everything he has done.”

The guards looked concerned. They knew that Hizashi was losing but could they go against the prince as well as the king's direct order?

“You will not win,” Izuku said, taking his stance again. The king ground his teeth together and he charged at his son again.

“He has tainted your mind and body. If he wasn't dead already I would take the life of that filthy dragon over and over again for ruining my son!” the king roared.

Izuku clenched his teeth, feeling anger burning deep in his gut again. It was becoming harder and harder to keep his head level.

He kept insulting his mate and he was not going to take it lightly.

“You do not dare speak about him like that,” Izuku growled out, swinging his sword a little harder and nearly knocked it from the man's hand.

But in doing so Hizashi kicked his leg out, taking Izuku down to the floor. Izuku grunted, his eyes widening a bit when he saw the point of the sword aimed at his heart.

“Say hellow to him then,” Hizashi growled.

Izuku clenched his eyes tightly until a heard of a crackling blast sounded through the air, knocking Hizashi off of him and into the wall.

All eyes went to where the blast came from, Katsuki's hand raised, a grin on his face at having finally got the chance to hurt Hizashi.

“You will never get to touch him again,” Katsuki said, approaching his mate and held his hand out to him. Izuku grasped it, rising to his feet and got a better grip on his sword.

“How...I killed you. I saw the life leave your eyes,” Hizashi growled as he scrambled to his feet at the sight of the new enemies before him.

“Well looks like you're getting old,” Katsuki said. “Aim was off. I'm very much alive.”

“Kacchan...” Izuku said softly, looking at him with guilt burning in his green eyes. The blonde stepped closer to him, both hands raised as he watched the king and the guards waiting nearby.

“Bun,” Katsuki said with a raised brow.

“You're unhappy,” Izuku mumbled softly.

“I am. But now that we're here, let's finish this,” he stated. “We'll talk later while we celebrate our victory.”

“Your victory?” the king sneered at them. “You think you still can win this pitiful little fight? That you can take me down?”

He made a hand gesture, signaling for the guards to move in.

“Take care of these filthy dragons,” Hizashi growled as he picked up his sword once more. “Leave my poor excuse for a son to me.”

Izuku's eyes narrowed as he readied his sword once more. Katsuki glared. Everything in him was telling him to protect his omega, protect his mate.

But he knew he needed to do this. Izuku went here by himself for a reason, albeit not the smarest decsion that he's made.

Only if things were going to get very dire was Katsuki going to step in. He would not see Izuku fall to this man.

But it also didn't mean he couldn't give a little help.

He set off a series of small blasts aimed at the king but mostly towards the knights that were heading their way to close in. He would not let them win. He would see that they saw victory!

The king and the prince went at one another again, swords swung clashing against one another as they attempted to gain the upper hand.

Izuku's strikes were more precise and able to defend his areas from getting hit. His father was attempting to hit smething vital at this point.

Izuku was getting distracted again however, his eyes flicking to the fight Katsuki was having with the guards and Kirishima.

But the blonde was fine. He had trained well himself and Kirishima was making sure to keep him safe as well as was his duty.

With a hard swing Izuku knocked the sword from his father's hand, moving to swing against his stomach when his father lunged at him and pinned him to the floor.

The man had gone feral with anger at this point, pinning Izuku's hand down that he had his sword in and he snarled down at hm.

“Filthy omega!” he roared, snapping his jaws around his shoulder.

Izuku let out a cry of pain as his father bit him.

Things seemed to move in slow motion then, a flash of orange sailed over them and Hizashi was being pulled off of him, ripping Izuku's skin and causing another cry of pain to come from him.

He sat up, ctluching his shoulder as he watched Katsuki hold the crazed wolf king from the back of the neck.

Katsuki's hands were bloody, his breathing heavy as he dangled the man's legs up off of the floor. But what terrified him the most was that Katsuki's eyes were a solid black.

“You do NOT touch my omega!” Katsuki roared, tightening his hand around his throat causing Hizashi to flail.

“Katsuki!” Izuku called out to him, getting to his feet. The alpha turned his eyes to him, his teeth bared and an energy seeming to surround him.

With a quick jerk he turned the king towards Izuku, making sure his feet touched the ground and the man could stare at him.

“He's all yours my precious omega,” Katsuki growled.

Izuku fronwed but then stepped toward. He rest a hand on his father's shoulder, trying to find the man that had shown him kindness.

But that man was never there. That man never existed.

Silence filled the room as Izuku thrust his sword forward into Hizashi's heart.

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I want Malleus and MC to sing Snowman by Sia while taking a winter walk

what a cute idea and interesting song! Had the fun idea to let the mc make a snowman inspired by malleus.

It was a bright full moon that night. While on the nightly walk with malleus through the wintery forest, mc spotted a medow, perfect for making a snowman. They easily conviced the dragon fae to help them build a snowman. As they built, mc started to quietly sing.

"Don't cry, snowman, not in front of me Who'll catch your tears if you can't catch me, darling If you can't catch me, darling

Don't cry, snowman, don't leave me this way A puddle of water can't hold me close, baby Can't hold me close, baby"

They sang as they worked under the bright moon light. Malleus wtched and listened happily, a gentle smile on his face at hearing his friends beautiful voice fill the clearing.

"I want you to know that I'm never leaving 'Cause I'm Mrs. Snow, 'til death we'll be freezing Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons So come on, let's go

Let's go below zero and hide from the sun I love you forever where we'll have some fun Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily Please don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas, baby"

they hummed a song the fae prince was unfamiliar with as they quietly asked him for a few items to decorate the snowman. He easily summoned some black stones, a top hat, a scarf, and a carrot, along with some mittens and a small bundle of sticks. They beamed at him as they gathered the items and sung again.

"My snowman and me

My snowman and me Baby

Don't cry, snowman, don't you fear the sun Who'll carry me without legs to run, honey Without legs to run, honey"

Mc happily stuck in some sticks to the snowmans sides as they added the mittens to its new arms.

"Don't cry, snowman, don't you shed a tear Who'll hear my secrets if you don't have ears, baby If you don't have ears, baby

I want you to know that I'm never leaving 'Cause I'm Mrs. Snow, 'til death we'll be freezing Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons So come on, let's go"

They wrapped the scarf gently around the "neck" of the snowman and used a few rocks to create the buttons on the snowmans front.

"Let's go below zero and hide from the sun I love you forever where we'll have some fun Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily Please don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas, baby"

They put on the hat and crafted the face, using some longer stones to make little fangs as they neared the end of the song. Malleus stood off to the side, enchaned by their voice and watching them work. They finshed the face and added two curved sticks to the snowmans head before gently placing the top hat between the two sticks.

"My snowman and me" they smiled back at malleus and he chuckled at how excited they were at creating a snowman after him.

"My snowman and me

Baby" They finished the song now holding onto Malleus in a warm hug. He happily returned the embrace and purred as he rested his chin on top of their head. He wished this moment could last forever.

A few minutes passed in the warm embrace before the Mc pulled slowly away. Malleus wanted nothing more than to recapture them and hold them for all eternity, but he released them.

"Do you like it?" Mc asked quietly, yet in the vaccant and cold night, it was plenty loud for the two of them. Malleus stood at their side for a moment, staring at the snowmand they had made together.

"Of course I like it, child of man. For you created it." He said simply. They looked up at him with a blinding smile that could rival the sun at noon. Then they quickly pulled out their special camera and setting it on top of a stump, setting a timer. Malleus was about to ask what they were doing before he was gently pulled to stand next to Mc who stood next to the tall snowman they created.

"say chese!" The prefect said giving a big smile to th camera. Malleus looked down at them curiously before looking toward where they were and saying in a fairly monotone voice.

"cheese." The cameras flash blinded the two for a moment before Mc hugged his side again, slightly shivering from the cold.

"That was fun tsunotarou, but i'm getting a bit cold. Could we head back?" Mc asked quietly after retrieving their camera.

"As you wish, my child of man." He gently held their side before the two dissapeared in a flurry of green firefly like orbs of magic. leaving the horned snowman alone in the moonlit field.

[thepaintedlady00]

Oneshot: Dream & Whitelighter Reader

Part 2: The Fishers, The Dragon & The Endless

Another Whitelighter fic from @panic100 ! 🥰 Thank you so much for the request! I love you like it! ❤

TW: sibling shenanigans, mentions of fire, some sexual tension and light kissing

Most days being the resident Whitelighter of the Fisher house was quite boring. The girls were arguably the most responsible group I'd been in charge of over the course of my life. Sure they had their moments of over ambitious spells or simple mistakes, but they were mostly quite good at coming to me for help when they needed it. This, however, was not one of those times.

I had gone out for an hour. One hour of grocery shopping and upon my return things were far too quiet. Two of the girls were downstairs. Haylee was sitting ramrod straight in a chair reading, or pretending to anyway. Danielle was washing the dishes and rushing through conversations with me. The third, Abby, was nowhere in sight. Arms folded across my chest and eyes narrowed as I watched Danielle nervously talk, her eyes darting between the dishes and my face.

One of the key skills needed to be a good Whitelighter wasn't any spell or magical item, but patience and a good stare. After a few minutes Danielle tossed the sponge into the sink and turned to me. In an instant Haylee was on her feet talking over everything Danielle said until I held up my hands. "What is it? What have you three done?"

"It was Katie's idea!" Danielle shouted

"You're such a tattletale!" Haylee scoffed.

Danielle ground her teeth together. "I was gone keeping a secret until it started shooting fire everywhere!"

"What started shooting fire?" I interrupted with a hard look. "What did you three do?!"

A loud crash and a door slamming echoed from upstairs. Katie ran down, a bucket in hand, and froze upon seeing me. "Oh, you're home."

"I am," I said coldly. "And you're missing an eyebrow."

She slapped a hand over her face with a nervous laugh. "It'll grow back."

"Katie…"

"It wasn't his fault!" She insisted, "He's just a baby! He doesn't know how to control it yet!"

"WHAT did you summon?"

Haylee mumbled something under her breath, "Ababydragon."

I tilted my head at her. "Come again?"

"Ababydragon," She repeated only slightly louder.

"God!" Danielle shrieked, "A BABY DRAGON! It's a baby dragon!"

The three of them started shouting at one another as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "How did you even-" I cut myself off. "Don't tell me, just take me to the damn thing so I can figure out how to get it out of here."

Up the stairs locked in Katies bathroom, sitting in the now scorched tub sat the little creature. Bright blue scales glistened in the light as it played with a burnt ball in the tub. The shower curtains were slowly burning, the rugs and everything else in the room blackened and crisped by the flames. The four of us stood in the doorway, looking down at the beast quietly.

Katje spoke first. "He's cute isn't he?" I sent her a look. "Right, totally not the time for that."

"Any ideas?" Danielle asked, biting her nails. "You know how to get it out of here right?"

"She's the fucking Whitelighter of course she knows!" Haylee argued. "You do, right?"

"Not without all the neighbors seeing us drag a baby dragon out to the car so we can find somewhere open enough to not destroy the house." I answered, biting my lip. "I might have one idea… Give me five minutes, and don't let it burn anything else!"

I hurried to my room, pulling the small stone out of my drawer and holding it in my hand. "Dream of the Endless, I hold your token and speak your name, please come to me."

A minute passed and nothing but silence filled the room. Was I doing this right? I scratched my head. God I should have paid more attention when he showed me how to do this. "Dream of the Endless, I-"

"Morpheus," a voice said from behind me. I jumped with a startled yelp and shirked around to glare at the pale figure standing in my room. "Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, I hold your token and speak your name…" He took a step towards me, the smug smirk on his face growing every second. Once he stood, nearly chest to chest with me he continued, "please grant me an audience."

For a minute all I could do was stare into his night filled eyes, breathless at the mere sight of him. I blinked and slapped his shoulder. "Don't scare me like that you ass."

He chuckled, lifting a hand to brush my hair behind my ear, his touch lingering as he whispered, "Hello, my lite Whitelighter."

"Hello, Morpheus." I smiled at him, leaning into his touch.

"Did you call me here for my touch, little Whitelighter, or was there something you needed?" God his voice is sinful! 

I pulled myself out of the dazed feeling he brought with him and nodded toward the door. "My girls summoned a baby dragon."

His eyebrows rose, eyes lighting up with amusement. "Did they now? That is quite an impressive feat."

"Impressive and reckless." I laughed a little. "I could send it back, but it would draw far too much attention. So…"

"So you called upon me to smuggle the creature out of your quaint human neighborhood."

"Yeah," I admitted.

Dreams' eyes glowed down at me as he leaned him closer. "And what would I get in exchange for my services, Whitelighter?"

His lips were just a breath away as I tilted my head up at him. "What do you want?"

"You," he whispered earnestly. "I thought that much was obvious by now."

"It is," I replied. "I just like making you say it."

His smile grew. "Do you agree to my terms then?"

I playfully bumped my nose against his. "Yes, Endless, I agree to your terms."

He stood up straight. "Very well, shall we?"

The girls looked at Dream with faces of awe and surprise as he entered the room and bowed his head slightly to them. "Hello, Haylee, Katie and Danielle."

They looked at me. "This is Dream. He's here to help us with our pest problem."

Dream moved around them toward the bathroom door. "Is he another Whitelighter?"

"No," I answered, watching him kneel down and stroke the creature's head. "He's an Endless."

"Endless?" Danielle asked quietly. "What's that?"

"Something you lot don't need to know about yet."

Dream gently lifted the baby dragon out of the tub and wrapped it in his coat, bringing the creature out to us. "Now would be the time for goodbyes."

Katie sighed, rubbing the beasts about. "Bye Cookie, I'll miss you."

"Cookie?" I asked with a laugh. "That's the name you gave it?"

"He likes cookies." She shrugged.

After Dream had disappeared with the dragon I put the girls to work repairing the damage done to the bathroom. It took an hour to get everything fixed and the chores finished, but as I peeked into their rooms and looked at their sleeping faces I just smiled. I loved them, each one of them, and was grateful for my job. Returning to my own room I felt the cold sensation of Dreams power long before I saw him.

"How'd it go?" I asked turning to look at him as he studied the pictures on my dresser. 

"The creature has been returned to where it belongs." He assured me before looking back at the photos. "They're skilled for their age."

I smiled and stood beside him, leaning against his solid form. "They're good kids. And one day they'll be great witches."

Dream turned, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me into his chest. "I was glad to hear from you so soon."

"Were you so miserable without me, Dream Lord?" I teased pulling at his coat.

"Very," he said softly as he set his head to mine.

I pressed my lips to his, kissing him softly. "Well I'm here now and I believe we made a deal."

He lifted my chin with his fingers. "That we did, my Whitelighter."

"I'm yours, my Dream." I smiled. "Always."

Bathed in moonlight from my window he kissed me, deep and intimate, filling every inch of my body with the powerful and potential love he bore me. The love that only ever existed in dreams. Buried in his arms, his body pressed to mine, our lips moving together all I could do was feel happy. I was his and he was mine.

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[zhonglis-wifey]

Can you do scenarios that reader found Dragon Zhongli is bleeding and they save him. One day Zhongli(in human form but reader don't know) want to find them to repay after healed.

feel free to change or ignore if you won't to do it.💦💦💦

hi anon! this is so precious omg, i love dragon zhongli so much!!!! tysm for requesting 💓

i decided to make dragon zhongli the little baby rex lapis from genshin merch bc it’s so cute lmfao. i wanted to preorder one but they’re sold out :( oh well i preordered a geo slime plushie so that’s cool too!!

Word Count: 1381

TW: Blood

Rarely did the Adventurers’ Guild send you into Jueyun Karst for your commissions. It was common knowledge that entering there was strictly forbidden by the residing Adepti, and no adventurer in Liyue dared to disobey them. But Katheryne informed you of a commissioner who desperately needed qingxin for some reason, and although you knew it was a risky choice, you decided to go to Jueyun Karst to get them. You’d never turned down a commission before and you were not going to let some talking animals break that streak.

Unfortunately, you greatly miscalculated the treacherous conditions of Jueyun Karst. The mountainous terrain proved detrimental to your stamina and the abundance of hilichurls only made it worse. By the time you’d collected enough qingxin to go back to Liyue Harbor, you felt like your entire body was shutting down. Your vision was blurry and your limbs were heavy as you trudged through the stone forest to exit Jueyun Karst.

Shockingly, you didn’t run into any Adepti while collecting qingxin. Actually, the only other living beings you saw were hilichurls, slimes, and birds. No Adepti around. You were confused as to why the rumors of territorial illuminated beasts hadn’t come true for you.

The backpack slung over your shoulders felt heavier with every step. Your body was telling you to just give up and take a nap on the ground, but you couldn’t wait any longer to get back home. You missed the comfort of your soft bed, the familiarity of your home, and the safety of the walls around you. Nothing was going to stop you from going back to Liyue Harbor as soon as possible.

That was, until you noticed a small brown dragon lying down next to a few pieces of cor lapis, whimpering in pain. You knew it would make your life easier if you just ignored it, but you couldn’t just leave the poor thing alone like that. It had to be an Adeptus, too. If you didn’t help it, who knows what horrible things may happen to you?

You knelt beside the dragon and gingerly held you hand out to it, trying to gauge whether or not it would be friendly to you. The dragon slowly approached your hand before gently nuzzling into your palm. A subconscious smile made its way to your lips.

The dragon seemed just as exhausted as you. You knew it was awake but it’s eyes remained closed. You examined the Adeptus’s form for any signs of injury and found a deep cut beneath its eye, golden blood shimmering as it hit the sunlight. Your breathing became uneven as you recognized the situation you’d found yourself in: you have an injured Adeptus in your hands and if you don’t take care of it, your whole life could be ruined.

“I’m gonna try to help you, okay?” you reassured the dragon. It hummed in response without moving, seemingly agreeing to your proposition.

You quickly removed your backpack from your shoulders and opened it. As you rifled through its contents in search of the emergency needle and thread you kept there, you warned the dragon of your inexperience.

“I don’t have a vision so I can use any magic to heal you,” you explained anxiously, “and I don’t really know how to do this. Please forgive me if I hurt you.”

The dragon winced upon contact with the needle. You muttered a quick apology before continuing to stitch up the wound, baffled by the nature of its blood. The dragon stayed as still as possible while you worked, but small, strained noises of pain escaped from its throat. You felt bad for it, wishing that you could’ve done better to heal it.

“There,” you said as you studied your handiwork. “Is that better?” The dragon hummed again.

You smiled at it again, this time purposefully. “I’ve gotta get back home now. The sun is starting to set…” You turned your gaze to the sky above to admire the yellow haze encapsulating the heavens. “Try to stay safe, Adeptus.”

-

After your exhausting commission in Jueyun Karst, you couldn’t be bothered to do any more difficult work for the Guild the next day. You were perfectly content with just staying back in Liyue Harbor and taking easy commissions from fellow city-dwellers.

The only commission you picked up for the day was to collect sandbearer wood so Hu Tao could make more coffins. Thankfully there were plenty of sandbearer trees right outside of town, so you wouldn’t have to go far. Plus, you liked Hu Tao. She was always fun to be around. You heard that she just hired a new funeral consultant, so you were interested in meeting them too.

Hu Tao greeted you as excitedly as she always did when you entered Wangsheng Funeral Parlor with sandbearer wood in hand.

“[Name]!” she exclaimed. “I’m so glad I got to see you! I’m actually about to leave for a meeting with Yanfei, so I was kinda worried that I wouldn’t get to see you.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Tao,” you grinned. “So what do you want me to do with this wood?”

“Oh, just give it to Zhongli and he’ll deal with the rest,” Hu Tao instructed, now standing in the doorway.

“Got it. Good luck with your meeting! Don’t get arrested,” you joked.

Hu Tao crossed her arms, mirroring your sarcastic behavior. “Look who’s talking, Miss I-Went-To-Jueyun-Karst.”

You smirked at her. “Go. You’re gonna be late, you know.”

“Alright,” she laughed. “I’ll see you later!”

When the door shut behind Hu Tao, you were greeted with the advent of a new voice: “I take it you’ve completed Director Hu’s commission?”

Startled, you quickly turned around and faced the voice’s owner. You assumed he was Hu Tao’s new employee. You couldn’t help yourself from blushing upon seeing them: elegantly dark clothing, alluring amber eyes, and a conspicuous scar on their cheek.

Remembering that you had a job to do outside of admiring this complete stranger, you composed yourself. “Yes,” you answered plainly. “You’re Zhongli, right?”

He nodded. “I am. Here, let me take the wood from you.”

You carefully handed the wood to him, trying not to distract yourself with getting lost in his nearly-glowing eyes. But you just couldn’t help yourself. You felt especially drawn to that scar, though. It was quite the coincidence that you had just cured an Adeptus with a cut in that spot, and now this gorgeous man with the exact same scar was before you.

Zhongli placed the wood on an empty table behind them. You probably could’ve left by then, but something compelled you to stay.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” you began, fully aware of how intrusive this next part would sound but also knowing it was far too late to back out, “how did you get that scar?”

Zhongli’s hand moved to the scar. “Oh, this? I was attacked by hilichurls in Jueyun Karst yesterday,” he explained.

You didn’t recall seeing any other humans around when you were there yesterday.

“Huh,” you pondered. “I was in Jueyun Karst yesterday too…”

The two of you looked at each other knowingly. Neither of you really knew what to say next.

“I suppose you’re aware of my identity, then. Thank you for healing me,” Zhongli broke the silence between you two. “I hate to ask anything more of you, but please don’t tell anyone, especially Director Hu. I don’t want to find out what she would do if she knew.”

You panicked at the confirmation of your suspicions. What were you supposed to do in the presence of an Adeptus? You’d never done this before — most people hadn’t.

“Y-You’re welcome, Almighty Adeptus,” you stammered. Zhongli just laughed at you.

“There’s no need for all of that,” he chuckled. “Please just call me Zhongli.”

You felt like you were going to die of embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Zhongli,” you corrected yourself. “Is there anything else I can do for you? You’re an Adeptus, right? So I should probably do much more to express my gratitude for your protection over Liyue.”

“Actually, yes, there is something I’d like you to do,” Zhongli requested, speaking softly to ease your clearly heightened nerves. “You can let me take you on a date.”

[pink-apollo]

Hey I was the anon who asked if reqs were open. Don’t stress yourself out and take care of yourself, we love you❤️❤️. If you’re willing, can I get some soft Fuze hcs?? There’s absolutely no rush what so ever. Please take your time 🥺

Fuze is baby 🥺💕 And thank You for understanding. Work is putting me on days I don’t usually work and then saying nevermind, then telling me I work today then not🤦🏻‍♀️ So here I am eating pizza while drinking coffee next to my bathtub watching my two bearded dragons have a little swimming spa day at 5:30pm👁👄👁 My apologizes if he’s a bit ooc, but I love my Uzbek man💕

but can we look at this gif???? MANS IS FINE😫🤚🏻🤚🏻

Soft Fuze Headcanons

💙Shuhrat was always the kind to prefer the companionship of inanimate objects rather than the company of people. He is a very smart and witty man, but sometimes he has trouble expressing verbally what he feels to someone he deeply cares for and loves. So for him showing his soft side to his s/o, is a very big step in their relationship

💙He never fussed when you showed him affection when at home. He would gladly let you kiss him all over and just love on him when he was finally home. He finds himself a little unsure at times when it came to you. He’s seen so much, felt so much, and just unsure of how to let go around you and just give the same amount of love you show him

💙Please give him some time. He was once engaged but called it off. So, allowing him to soak up your affection is what allows him to determine to be open with you and know that it’s okay

💙Shuhrat is more of a physical man than one of verbal affirmations. He would rather show his love to his partner and how much they mean to him. He tends to have trouble telling his s/o so he settles on the one thing he can count on. Gifts too! Shuhrat loves to tinker and is always trying to build cute small gadgets for you🥺 If you ask him out of the blue he would gladly sit in his little shop and get to building

💙He is very much of a snuggly man. In the beginning of the relationship however, he was guarded and was stiff as a board when you touched him. Through gentle touches and telling him it’s okay to open up, he had become one that searches out for affection through touch when he wants or needs it

💙When he comes home, he drops all of his things on the floor at the front door and hugs you, nuzzling into you, so glad to be back home where he belongs

💙When he’s sitting on the couch or in his little shop, he always welcomes you to sit on his lap. It might not seem much, but it means a lot to him. To have you so close to him and to just sit and talk with one another is all he could ever ask for. Some days he may not be in the talking mood, but would be more than happy to hear you ramble on about your day as you kiss his cheek every now and then. Or perhaps his lips and neck to get his attention

💙Tinkering dates?? Maybe?? He would be more than happy to show you what he knows and all the small gadgets he has around his place! Even if you aren’t 100% on the hobby like he is, he still loves that you at least wanted to give it a try something he takes a lot of pride in and passionate about

💙When Shuhrat does complement his s/o, it’s quite meaningful. He doesn‘t say it to fill the empty silence, he says it because he thinks it and knows it to be true. A complement coming from him is like striking gold. He doesn’t do it as much because he doesn’t want it to lose its meaning or just be empty words that you heard a hundred times before

💙Is very much the silent, mysterious, and sometimes broody type. He stands head on and looks intimidating, that is until you take hold of his face and kiss him, leaning onto him as he has his arms wrapped around you to hold and steady you. Intimidating, but is such a gentleman despite what people see on the outside

💙Loves to be little spoon. He loves that you cradle him while making him feel loved, adored, and just forget the world around him as he’s wrapped up in your arms watching tv with you. Breathing matching one another, hearts in sync, nuzzled up against on another in the comfort of your own home not having a care in the world

💙When driving or cuddling, Shuhrat tends to gently squeeze your hand and kiss your knuckles. It makes you giggle and that’s something he could never tire from. Hearing you giggle from a kiss just wants to make him do it again and again

💙Tends to give you pet names that are in Russian rather than in english. He knows that it makes you feel giddy and always catches your attention. Seeing you perk your head up as it’s tilted just a small bit to the side, eyes with a curious look to them as you wait to see what he has to say

[ignitedbynatsu]

He Makes You Feel Insecure ~ Natsu

A/N: Woowie it has been a while hasn’t it 😅 Writers block can be a bitch but I think I have a few more ideas for the other boys. Let me know who you want me to write for next!!

warnings: insecurities (he makes you feel like you feel like your magic isn’t compatible, cursing

genre: angst to fluff

Other versions:

Gray ~ Laxus ~ Cobra/Erik ~ Bickslow ~ Gajeel ~ Jellal ~ Freed ~ Sting ~ Rogue

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Tension had been running high for Natsu when his fire attacks had been cancelled one after the other by the wind magic user, but when you were the one that accidentally nullified his attack with your water magic, that’s when he completely snapped.

You had taken note of the rising irritation in your boyfriend's behaviour, and you thought that he hadn’t noticed the attack coming his way so in the heat of the moment you decided to step in. As a result, your water extinguished his flames and you both could dodge his attack your opponent’s attack just in time.

“Natsu, I’m so sorry-“ “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You were a bit taken back by his sudden tone as he had never yelled at you before. He took notice of your sudden state of shock, but that wasn’t enough to prevent the vicious word from coming from his mouth “Why the fuck did you think that was a good idea? Don’t you see that you’re a nuisance to me? All you do is fuck up my fire and get in my way. I don’t want your magic near me, can you get that through your thick skull?”

“Natsu!” Erza called out to the stressed fire dragon slayer “This is not the time nor the place”

“I won’t get in your way next time” You whispered before heading over to help Lucy with her opponent.

After a while, you overpowered your foes and were now on a train making your way back to Magnolia. You sat next to Lucy, while Carla and Wendy were seated in front of you. Natsu, Gray, Erza and Happy were seated in the boot next to yours.

“(Y/N)” Natsu whined “I’m dying, please help me” You usually summoned some water in the palm of your hand and let it softly swirl against his forehead. For some reason, it helped with the nauseous feeling, and you were about to give in until you realized his words from earlier. He wanted your magic nowhere near him. What if you somehow fucked up and splashed water all over him. You did not want to be yelled at again.

“Tell Natsu I’m asleep or something” You mumbled lowly, so only Lucy could hear, while you laid your head on her shoulder. She gave you a sad smile, knowing the outburst was still fresh on your mind. She complied, making Natsu groan in response but eventually gave up. He didn’t look too much in it as he knew how tired you could get from these jobs.

Once out of the train, you didn’t spare Natsu a second look. You walked in front of everyone, but Erza quickly caught up to walk next to you, while the other looked after the two Dragon Slayers that were still feeling a bit nauseous from the train ride “Are you okay?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked.

Erza clicked her tongue as she looked at you from the corner of her eyes, absolutely not believing the lie that just fell from your tongue “Natsu was way out of line”

“He was just stressed, it can happen to the best of us” You shrugged it off, hoping that if you treated it lightly it wouldn’t weight down later in your mind.

“Still not an excuse to work it out on you” She pointed out.

“I know, thank you for caring, but really Erza, I promise I’m okay.” You gave her a small genuine smile which she returned.

You didn’t return to the guild as the others did, instead, you went home, telling the others you were too tired from the mission to deal with the shenanigans from Fairy Tail. Natsu offered to walk you home, but you kindly denied it, leaving him a bit confused. He realized he should probably give you some space since he lashed out at you. He made a mental note to apologize next thing in the morning when he’d see you.

“(Y/N)! Baby!” Natsu ran over to you and hugged you tightly while spinning you around making you squeal in surprise “put me down, Natsu”

“Only if you forgive me for what happened yesterday,” he said.

“I forgive you. You were stressed, I get it, it’s no big deal” You forgave him.

“I knew you’d understand, you’re the best” He kissed your cheek as he placed you back on your feet “anyway Happy and I found this job and-“

“I think I’m gonna take a day off, still feel a little tired from yesterday, you can go, though, have fun” you cut him off before he could fully explain the mission.

“Alright, make sure you take care of yourself today! I’ll be home as soon as I can, so we can cuddle” He kissed your forehead before turning to the Exceed “Let’s go Happy! Let’s go ask if Lucy wants to join”

That’s how the following weeks went. You always found an excuse to not join Natsu and Happy on the job. Sure you had forgiven him for his outburst since he was under a lot of stress. He shouldn’t have taken it out on you, but you also knew it could happen to the best of us when you’ve hit your limit. However, you couldn’t help but see some truth in his words.

Your magic was not compatible and made you doubt yourself. You associated yourself strongly with your magic, as every wizard did, so I made you think if you and Natsu were suited for each other. After all, that was one of the many reasons why Natsu and Gray shared such a peculiar friendship.

You had often heard of the saying that opposites attracted, but nothing could be further from the truth. The human race is a narcissistic species and wants nothing more than finding themselves in their significant others. Huge differences might be exciting and fun at first but are bound to break in the long run.

“(Y/N), you wanna go on a mission with us?” Natsu asked as you stood in front of the board with job applications.

“Can’t, I promised Gajeel I-“ You started to explain but cut yourself off when Natsu threw you over his shoulder “Natsu! Let me go! Natsu!”

“No we need to talk,” He said in a serious tone, making you stop struggling against his grip and let him take you outside, so you could talk in private.

“What do you wanna talk about?” You asked softly as you took notice of the sincere expression on his face.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asked as his black orbs were searching for answers in your eyes.

“I am not” you deflected his question, but you breaking eye contact as soon as the words past your lips proved you were lying.

“Ever since that day I lashed out at you, you haven’t gone on a mission with me” He pressed.

“That’s not true” you denied once again which made him frown. Why were you dishonest with him?

“Okay, when was the last time we went on a job together?” He asked. Your silence was a clear answer and you both knew it. Your gaze averted to the ground, but he refused to let you shy away from him as he placed a finger under your chin to tilt your head back up until your eyes meet once again. His hand softly from underneath your chin to lay on your cheek “are you still upset with me?”

Your heart shattered at how vulnerable he was right now. His playful antics long replaced by guilt that had been slowly eating away at him for the past days. “No, of course not”

“Then please tell me what I did wrong. I can’t stand the thought of me deliberately hurting you. Please tell me what’s troubling you, so I can fix it” He pleaded.

“Do you-“ You paused to collect your thoughts “do you think we’re right for each other?”

“What do you mean?” 

“That day you said my magic was a nuisance. It got me thinking and you were right. You have to evade my magic so often, and it's all because it isn’t compatible with one another. I just didn’t want to be more of a hinder than I already was, that’s why I started to join others on their jobs just so I wouldn’t mess up yours. I just sometimes wonder if my magic isn’t the only thing that isn’t compatible with you.” You frowned as you hear yourself your insecurities out loud.

“Hey, no, stop. What I said that day was completely out of line. I took my frustration and took them out on you and I shouldn’t have. I have no excuse for how I acted that day. You didn’t deserve it, and I’m sorry for making you feel bad. So what if we’re a little different. I thought you always liked a good challenge?” He apologized.

“Sure I like the thrill of our relationship, but it doesn’t take away from the fact our magic isn’t suitable for one another. I just think we’re setting ourselves up for failure. A challenge is fun for a little while but we both know that stability is what you need if you want a relationship to survive in the long run” You explained.

“Then we’ll defy those odds. I’ll show everyone and especially you that you don’t need something like psychology to prove if a relationship will work or not. Please let me prove to you how much I can love you and let me prove to you that I’ll eventually become that stability you crave.” He vowed. “I always thought you weren’t one to be quick on giving up when things get rough”

“I’m not, I just don’t want to put my heart out there if I know from the start it’ll only get broken” You uttered somberly.

“I promise you it won’t. I’ll love you with every fiber in my body until the day I die. I will never make you doubt yourself or our relationship again” He told you, sincerity audible in his voice.

You smiled softly at him as your arms sneaked around his waist while your head laid on his chest. His arms immediately reacted at your touch, shielding you away from the world as his lips planted a soft kiss on your head “I love you”