#So it might just make them worst on a level never reached before

[duncanor]

Okay, but I ask this in earnest,

Please do share your thought process in the tags or comments.

[tgcg]

an open fly walking

i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now

TG: hey karkat

CG: YEAH?

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TG: you ever noticed you like

TG: walk weird

CG: WOW, OKAY.

CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?

TG: pff

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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity

TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but

TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man

CG: I DO???

TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault

TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale

TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity

TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it

CG: SERIOUSLY?

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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but

TG: yeah

CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

TG: im not fucking with you striders honor

TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything

CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.

CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.

TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me

CG: ON IT.

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TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude

CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.

TG: dont your feet ache

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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.

TG: damn i didnt think that through

TG: my shades

CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.

TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with

TG: ugh

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TG: guess its karma

CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?

TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor

TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing

TG: just conjecture i mean

CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.

TG: yeah probably

CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.

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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets

TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot

CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.

CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.

CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".

TG: well look at it this way

TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass

TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol

CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.

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TG: also screw this can i use your shirt

TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up

TG: i cant see dick

CG: UH

CG: SURE, I GUESS.

TG: cool

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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right

TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night

CG: YEAH.

CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.

CG: BUT

CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.

TG: see yeah i sound it off and

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TG: wait really?

CG: YEAH

CG: I DON'T KNOW

CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.

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CG: IT'S LIKE

CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.

CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.

TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing

CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.

TG: you think thatd be heroic or just

CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.

CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?

TG: hah

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TG: but uh

TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth

CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.

CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.

TG: oh

CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.

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TG: heh

TG: well get this

TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free

TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues

TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time

TG: take that and some of this

TG: im packin punches

CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!

CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.

CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.

TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here

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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?

TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given

TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool

CG: PFF… OKAY MAN.

[inks-writing-space]

Serotonin~ Klaus Mikaelson x f!Reader

Masterlist

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3.7k words: You are a witch getting invited to a party at the Mikaelson compound. There you dance with a certain hybrid who invites you into his study for later…

Warnings: smut, blowjob, kinda enemies to lovers, dirty talk, eastereggs for my austrian friends, Klaus being a horny bastard and a dom, a little kinky but not a lot…

A/N: AHHH I GOT MOTIVATION AGAIN!!! I used to write on Ao3 but immigrated to Tumblr…I started to write again and I am so happy. Might not be my best one shot but I think it’s alright.

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Your hand was trembling in fear, or like your mother called it, doing funny things. But that was only natural. To say you weren't nervous would be a lie and a bad one as well. You had been a part of the whole Vampire Drama since the day you arrived in this world and the danger, hiding and lying had taken a toll on you. Not that you would have minded. You were a thrill seeker, and a drama queen on top of that. Someone like that appreciates the thrill and the unknown. Still you didn't know if you were able to make tonight. Not in terms of surviving, you were quite skilled at that, but more on a mental level.

The Mikaelson's were hosting a party and you were invited. You hadn't seen them in a long time, and you would have loved to keep it that way. You didn't like Klaus very much, nor Elijah, nor Kol. The only one you got along with was Rebekah, but it wasn't worth putting up with her brother's just for her company. As a witch you had far better things to do. Ignoring an official invitation by the Originals wasn't one. It would be considered impolite and you couldn't afford having them as your enemy. Not after you had seen what they were able to do to witches like you or even vampires, who were there own kind.

This is why you were now standing infront of your mirror taking in the sight of yourself in the dress you had gotten for your eighteenth birthday. This had been a few years ago but it still fitted like back then. It was sparkling red and where it should be touching the ground red roses were knitted into it, a protection spell by your mother. Two gloves were reaching up to your elbows hugging your skin tightly. You had put your hair up in two thin braids on each side, coming together in the middle, while you had curled the rest of the hair and let it fall down. Your red eye shadow was matching the dress, and with a colorless lipgloss and mascara your look was completed.

You sighed one last time, before you grabbed your purse and headed off to the compound.

You were always shocked by how skilled the Mikaelson's were in hosting balls and parties and other stuff, but you knew they never did anything without a reason, and you knew inviting you wasn't a nice gesture. Still you smiled at Elijah who was welcoming the guests. He smiled back as you offered him your hand, he took it and implied a kiss onto your glove.

"It's good to see you, welcome back," he said. Anyone else would have taken that as a compliment, but you knew better.

"Elijah," you say the smile still plastered on your lips not quite reaching your eye's. Elijah noticed that too and raised an eyebrow but didn't comment at it, turning to other guests.

You knew it would probably be the worst decision to get drunk in a place full of vampires who weren't really found of you, but your nerves were getting the better of you and that's how you found yourself with your third drink in your hand already feeling a little lightheaded.

"Have you become an alcoholic in the time you were gone, or are you trying to drown some lovesickness?," a voice behind you asked and you shooted the rest of your drink before turning around looking into a pair of blue-green eyes.

"Niklaus," you said letting the name roll of your lip, "I doubt the only reason to drink are alcoholism and lovesickness."

He smiled, ignoring your comment, "Oh my dear, when did we go back to the formalities? Just call me Klaus," he said and you sighed realizing how much he enjoyed the banter you too had and always have had.

"Do you need a drink in your hand to answer me or are you just going to stand there with your mouth open for the rest of the night?," he asked and you immediately closed your mouth and swallowed down a sarcastic remark, reminding yourself why it was a bad idea to insult an Original.

"Why am I here Klaus?," you finally managed to press out and he sighed offering you his arm.

"I'd love to show you." You shook your head.

"I won't follow you into a creepy basement or some, just tell me." He smiled a little and accepted your wish surprisingly. "Then dance with me. I'd like to explain it to you without unnecessary listeners."

You considered it for a second, glad he had given you the illusion of a choice before taking his hand and letting him guide you onto the dance floor.

The Emperor Waltz started playing and you had to chuckle, "How ironic,“ you commented, Klaus chuckled.

"I swear this wasn't on purpose." You looked at him as you two started to dance. He had his hand on your waist, but didn't touch it as if he tried to keep a respectful distance. You couldn't say the same for you, your hand was holding on for dear life on his shoulder, while he guided you across the parquet your fingers of the other hand interlinked.

"Our family needs extra protection," Klaus said while twirling you around. You raised an eyebrow, holding his gaze trying not to look down at your feet.

"The Originals. Why would they need extra protection, I thought you all are immortal and having your own witches," your voice was laced with sarcasm and Klaus chuckled his grip on your hand growing a little tighter. He was now also touching your hip.

"I was told you own a Grimoire with special protection spells," you swallowed the music growing intenser. Where had he heard that? And when was this damn dance finally over?

"It's ten minutes long," Klaus said dryly almost as if he had read your thoughts. You looked at him.

"Why would I give you the book leave alone speak the protection spell."

"Because you don't have that much of a choice," he said dryly, the music lowering a little and his mouth went next to your ear, "Or do you really want to test me, little witch?"

You shook your head, "I can give you the Grimoire, I don't want to call you or your family my enemies." Klaus chuckled, "Intelligent witch. Always on the right side, aren't you?"

The music swelled again and you protested as Klaus sped up your movements, "Oh come on what is up with this Austrian dances?," you asked annoyed.

"Aww, for a witch who has seen the monarchy of Austria-Hungary rise and fall you are awfully bad at dancing to their music," Klaus said amused and you shrugged.

"I wasn't in Europe during that time. I assume you were?" Klaus nodded slightly, "I was trying to find the Doppelgänger or what was left of her."

"Katherine wasn't in Bulgaria at that time. I doubt she stayed anywhere for long," you said yelping as he lifted you for a second.

"And if I knew that before I would have left her country and returned to England sooner." You looked away, trying to concentrate on his steps. You did not want to form a connection with him. He chuckled slightly.

"Eyes on me. That's necessary for a waltz."

"I think you are lying," you mumbled but looked back at him.

"You know that you look amazing in that dress, right?," he asked and you nodded confidently. "I like it as well. Thanks for noticing I guess."

You saved yourself of stepping on his feet and Klaus smiled, "I always notice. Why don't you come to my room in a few hours when this party is over, and we discuss the details of you handing me the Grimoire?" You bit your lip but nodded as the dance was slowly coming to an end. You knew you had to go through this sooner or later and you didn't really mind.

„Perfect,“ he said letting you go again, "Oh and sweetheart?“ You turned to him raising an eyebrow, "If you run I‘ll find you.“

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A few hours and drinks later you finally stepped into Klaus‘s office. To your surprise he was alone without Elijah or any other sibling. He smiled at you, obviously relieved that you came.

"Glad you didn’t try to run,“ he said, his voice low as he stood up and approached you walking like a predator mocking it's prey.

You nodded, your heart racing, although you weren't quite sure why, yes you were scared of him, but the alcohol seemed to make it even worse. „Listen I‘ll give you the Grimoire but after that I never want to hear a word from any original ever again," you said quickly so you didn't have to think about how his curls looked especially good today. At your words Klaus raised an eyebrow, "Really? From none of us?“

"Feel offended?"

A smug smile crossed his face, "Well yea, I'll miss a witch who has a lot of power in my life."

You smiled joylessly, "Well you bet that I won't miss the original who tried to suppress me."

"Aw you are so innocent aren't you?," Klaus asked, his voice laced with sarcasm and a shiver ran down your spine. He chuckled, "I watched you the whole night you know, you are such a brave girl attending a party at the home of the Originals. Everyone kept their distance because they are scared you'll break like a glass doll the second they even try to address you. They all buy your good girl act hook, line and sinker, but not me."

Klaus smiled cruelly, "You are neither innocent nor a good person, are you, doll?"

You swallowed, not quite sure what to answer. Klaus's proximity was making you more nervous than it should, but Klaus was waiting for your response and you wanted to give it to him.

"I never said I was," you finally answered, and he chuckled darkly.

"No, because I know you aren't. I can ignore all the lives you took, and all the sacrifices you made. But do you really think you can hide how much your heart rate increases every time I come near you? I wanted you here to talk about the Grimoire, but now I have someone who seems to enjoy my company a lot," he eyed your form up and down taking in every inch of you, "Or am I wrong?"

You swallowed the alcohol clouding your judgement, your body aching and not wanting to lie anymore. You shook your head, "No, you are not," you whispered your voice hoarse and goosebump started to build on your body.

"Look at you," he smiled, "All I have to do is whisper a few pretty words and you melt right in front of me, isn't that cute?"

The worst part was that his words made everything you felt so much worse. It felt like bubbles were building inside of you, like the champagne had started to have his own personality. But it wasn't the alcohol or the drinks in you, it was a real shiver that went over your spine when Klaus talked to you like that. Ugh you hated vampires.

Klaus took a step closer, his chest now almost pressing against yours, his hand was on your hip in an instant and he turned you around. "Listen closely, doll. I do not like witches," his hand wandered to your neck and a jolt went through your body, "You might be hot, but believe me you are not an exception at all. And if you do even so much as to try and hurt my family...," Klaus squeezed your neck a little more.

"Great," you said, your voice a little shaky, but you tried to regain back your usual composure, "And now we should have sex." You did not know why you said this. Maybe because Klaus was so close you could feel his breath against your neck. Or maybe because his hand was applying the perfect amount of pressure around your throat. Or maybe because his threat was super fucking hot.

Klaus chuckled behind you, his lips gracing over the shell of your ear, pressing a soft kiss to it, before he continued tracing his lips over your neck, his hands wandering up the sides of your body.

"If you insist. I never was one to deny a pretty woman an opportunity to release all of her pent up pressure." His hand moved to the zipper on the back of your dress, and pulled it down, slowly and considerate, "Although I like to tease them from time to time," he chuckled as he felt your uneasiness mixed with anticipation. You didn't turn around as the dress fell to the floor, and his fingers opened your bra sliding it off your shoulders.

At this point your body was already trembling and shaking and the fact you were so excited and ready only amused Klaus more. He clicked softly with his tongue. "I haven't even touched you yet and you are already a trembling mess. I am excited about what else I'll be able to get from you."

He turned you around quickly looking you up and down. You decided to take the initiative, at least for the moment, and kissed him. First you had to stand on your tiptoes to reach the Hybrid's face but once he noticed your struggle his hands grabbed your ass and placed you onto his table. His hand grabbed your chin roughly as he broke the kiss, "I am gonna show you exactly what can happen if you decide to behave and work for me," he smirked slightly, "I'd hate to show you the other side."

"Aren't you a softie," you joked and with a growl Klaus had you pressed onto his table. You could feel paper and a few pens beneath you as he lightly slapped you across the face. Not to hurt, but to warn.

You bit your lip not even in the slightest intimidated by his presence anymore, not when the option to be attracted to it was there. You pulled his head down kissing his lips and grinding your hips against him. He pressed them down, preventing you from moving, as he slowly kissed down your neck, stopping to nip and suck on it while he plastered your collarbones with bruising kisses. It hurt, but the pleasure quickly overtook and you had to suppress a moan, remembering that downstairs was a party full of vampires.

Klaus chuckled as his tongue licked over the peak of your breast and swirled around it, "Don't be shy darling," he whispered his voice hoarse, "Let them hear." You moaned as he bit down on your nipple drawing blood from you, and your hands pulled on his hair as he did the same to the other side. He obviously wanted to be in control, but you were having none of that, you quickly pulled his face back up and rolled you two around so you were now straddling him. Having wanted this for so long you were not eager to wait. You quickly disposed of his shirt before unclasping his jeans.

Klaus watched you and chuckled, before he lifted you up without any effort, and sped you both towards the big chair in the corner. He quickly pressed you down to your knees and shook his head almost mockingly as you tried to stand up again. He clicked with his tongue disapprovingly, "Eager little girl, you are lucky I am in a giving mood today, otherwise I'd make you beg for what you want," he chuckled and a shiver ran through your body. He chuckled, "Seems like you'd be a fan of that, wouldn't you?"

The question was rhetoric and you didn't answer. He left out a soft laugh as he saw your dazzled face, his grip in your hair growing stronger pulling you towards his groin, "Do you wish for an instruction handbook, or do you know what to do?," he mocked you his voice growing darker, and his eyes flashed yellow his werewolf side coming out, as you pulled his suit pants down and he kicked them away.

Beneath his boxers you could see his cock getting hard and realized how big he was. You wetted your lips, trying to regain your composure as you steadied yourself on his thighs as you touched him a little through them until you decided to take matters into your own hands and pulled it down.

You slowly licked a path down his length pressing your tongue flat against him, licking up his precum eagerly. You looked up through your lashes meeting his demanding gaze, his grip in your hair got tighter and more demanding. You wanted to tease him a little more but his grip in your hair tightened and you only had time to relax your jaw before he started to fuck your mouth. Klaus growled and moved his hips in sync with your mouth, pushing himself deeper. His cock pushed deep into your throat and you gagged, but that only made him twitch. You looked up at him and noticed him locking eyes with you as he sped up his movements.

Tears escaped your eyes, at the rough and brutal pace he had set. He wanted to pull off, but you knew it only needed a little bit more effort, so you grabbed his balls with your hand, massaging them while you sucked on his cock. You felt him shudder and his cock twitch as he pulled out and released himself, his cum spilling over your body. You looked down at yourself and Klaus growled satisfied. Your face was stained with the mascara and his thumb stroked over your cheekbone, almost tender for a second. He smiled down at you, awaiting your next move.

"You are so pretty, all painted in my cum," he mumbled, patting his lap. You didn't even hesitate a second, taking off your remaining panties before you climbed into his lap. He still wore a shirt and after you relished a little in the fact that you were completely naked, while he was clothed, you pulled his shirt over his head tossing it aside, with a smirk. You bit your lip admiring his biceps, and trailing your fingers down his chest. Klaus groaned approvingly as you started to kiss his neck, determined to leave a Hickey.

He chuckled and pulled away slightly, "It will heal in a second," he reminded you and you rolled your eyes, "I do love to try to make it last, tho," you whispered into his ear and moved slowly against his leg.

He groaned slightly, the sound of your wet pussy sliding against this naked leg obscene, and the fact he was enjoying it so much only made you want him more.

"There is one thing you don't know about me," Klaus whispered back, "I am not really a patient man," he said before he grabbed your hips and pulled you up lowering you on his cock without hesitation, "Now ride me properly, before I show you what happens to teasing little whores."

You slapped him slightly, before you started to grind against him, "Don't call me whore," you hissed and he chuckled gripping your ass helping you to find a pace.

"Oh but why not, love?," he asked innocently, "Do you think every girl just gives themselves to someone like me?"

"I would say probably more than you could count," you said and sped your pace up a little, your thighs were burning, but you were determined to show no weakness, having him like this felt powerful. You wrapped your arms around his throat, "Or am I wrong?," you whispered and he grinned suggestively.

"No, you certainly aren't wrong with your assumption, but it still doesn't change a thing," he said and smacked your ass lightly to get you to grind even faster. You felt tired, but decided to not stop, planting his arms on his shoulders trying to move faster.

"Yes, that's right, fuck yourself on my cock," he groaned as you lifted yourself up and down quicker. One hand stayed up on your waist steading you, the other was wrapped around your throat in an instant cutting off your airwave. You groaned slightly, the adrenaline that the oxygen deprivation sent through you was delicious and made you want to stay in this position forever.

Klaus growled as your pussy tightened around him, "Please," you whispered your limbs burning, not able to keep up the pace. He pressed his hips upwards and took your waist lifting you up and down with no effort, as if you were the lightest thing in the world.

"Cum," he commanded and his demanding tone was everything you needed to be sent over the edge. You fell forward, your forehead hitting his shoulder as your high crashed over you. Klaus chuckled and held onto you stroking your back soothingly, as you came down from your high. He trusted upwards into you a little bit more before he came as well, spilling himself inside you.

"Aww, is my little witch tired?," he asked with a smile as he looked at you. He turned you around pulling out, his gaze roaming over you hungry. You were completely spend, his cum from earlier still sticky on you, he smiled kissing down your neck, his teeth grazing over your pulse point. You whimpered looking up from under him and he ran his fingers through your hair, suddenly pulling it back. His grip was rough and his eyes golden, as he sank his fangs into your neck.

You groaned and tried to relax as he drew blood from you, but the pleasure and pain were battling and you couldn't help but grab his head, tugging at his hair. You weren't even sure what you were trying to do, if you wanted him to bite harder or let go. Maybe a mixture of both. He chuckled letting go of you, and you looked him in the eyes as you traced the dark veins under his eyes.

He licked up the remaining blood and you couldn't help but shiver under his tongue. "Come on love," he growled into your ear, "Let's get you cleaned up and continue this little game."

[sosa2imagines]

For the Dad Bucky ask, if this hasn’t been asked already. Bucky having to handle a toddler just learned to walk and getting into everything because of course toddlers love to explore when they learned how to move around more efficiently.

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Warning- Pure fluff.

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Bucky walked into the living room, and laid a large rug on the ground underneath the play set he had put in the corner.

A colorful playmat with a large tree and animals was centered on the rug.  His daughter had just learned to walk, and each step was a triumphant declaration of her newfound freedom.

Despite Bucky's meticulous efforts to baby-proof the house, his daughter had a talent for finding the one spot that wasn’t completely secured.

Bucky had just finished setting everything, when he heard a thump behind him. He whirled, arms already held in a defensive position, only to find that it was just his baby girl, standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

Bucky's heart raced as he saw his daughter, barely a year old, gleefully tossing Tupperware lids onto the tiled kitchen floor.

Each clatter sent a wave of panic through him. He could imagine your face, glaring at him. He hurried over to her, careful not to move too quickly, but his mind was already running through all the worst-case scenarios. 

“Alright, kiddo,” he said, scooping her up, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. “Let's get you set up with something a little less... destructible.”

Bucky quickly snatched up the last few Tupperware lids and placed them back in the cabinet. He had just started to breathe a sigh of relief when he noticed his daughter staring intently at the toaster. Her tiny hands were reaching out, trying to press the buttons and twist the knobs. 

Bucky quickly scooped his daughter into his arms, preventing her from reaching the toaster. His heart pounded as he thought of the potential dangers.

“No, no, no,” he said gently, lifting her up to eye level. “The toaster is for grown-up hands only. You can't play with it, okay?”

His daughter looked up at him with big, innocent eyes, giving him a gummy baby smile, completely oblivious to the danger. “Pa!”

Bucky couldn't help but smile back at his daughter's gummy smile. Her giggle was contagious, making his heart feel inexplicably light. He lifted her up and carried her over to her pile of colorful blocks, setting her down gently.

“Here we go, kiddo,” he said, ruffling her hair lovingly. “Let's play with your toys instead.”

His daughter's eyes widened at the sight of her blocks, and she immediately set to work, pulling them out of the basket and slamming them down on the floor.

Bucky watched as his daughter played with her blocks, but it was clear her attention was fleeting. Within minutes, she had lost interest and begun crawling off in search of her next adventure.

He quickly followed her, wary of what she might get into next. He was surprised at how quickly she could move, he couldn't even blink without her ending up at a new spot in the room.

Bucky's heart skipped a beat as he saw his daughter's next destination, the bathroom. She had already pulled herself up to a standing position and was now attempting to reach the faucet on the sink.

He lunged forward, his hands grasping her just as she managed to turn the faucet on. Water splashed everywhere, but thankfully, he had managed to prevent a full-fledged flood.

“Whoa, kiddo,” Bucky said, holding her in his arms again. “Bathrooms are off-limits, remember?”

Bucky sighed in relief that he had averted the bathroom disaster, only to find that his daughter had already moved on to her next target. She was headed straight for the bookshelf in the corner.

Bucky was all too familiar with this tactic. His daughter loved pulling books off the shelf and flinging them onto the floor. It was a never-ending battle to keep the bookshelf stocked and tidy.

He hurried over, scooping her up again just as her tiny hands reached out to tug at a spine.

“No pulling books, princess,” he said firmly, looking down at her with a stern expression.

She giggled, completely unfazed by his disapproval, and tried to twist out of his arms. She was getting stronger each day, and Bucky was starting to feel like he was wrestling with a tiny tornado.

Despite the chaos she was causing, Bucky couldn't help but smile at his daughter's mischievous antics. He knew this was just part of being a parent, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

“You're a handful, you know that?” he said, trying to sound disapproving but failing. “But you're my handful, and I wouldn't have it any other way.”

Later on, Bucky's heart filled with warmth as he glanced down and saw his daughter trying to shove a pair of his socks into the laundry machine. She was holding one sock in each hand, giggling as she attempted to force both into the small opening.

“Trying to do laundry, huh?” Bucky crouched down next to her, a smile pulling at his lips despite the mess she was making.

Throughout the day, Bucky remained steadfast and patient, keeping up with his daughter's endless antics. He was like a one-man cleaning crew, tidying up after her as she moved from one hazard to the next.

But despite the chaos, Bucky couldn't help but feel a deep well of affection for her. Each giggle and mischievous glance reminded him how lucky he was to be her father.

As the day wore on, her energy level slowly began to dwindle. The endless exploring and playing had finally caught up with her and she began to yawn, rubbing her eyes.

Bucky noticed the change in her demeanor and quickly scooped her up, cradling her in his arms. “Looks like it's time for a nap, kiddo,” he said, his voice softer now.

Bucky gently placed her in the crib, and stood over, watching his daughter's small chest rise and fall with each breath. His heart filled with an overwhelming tenderness as he looked down at her peaceful face.

The adventures had taken their toll on both parent and child. Bucky's muscles ached from the nonstop chasing and tidying, but the exhaustion was nothing compared to the love that filled his heart.

He finally sat down, the quiet of the apartment almost surreal after the whirlwind of the day. His phone buzzed, a message from you. “How's it going?”

He snapped a picture of their sleeping daughter and sent it back with a caption: “Exhausted but victorious.”

You were quick to reply, “You are the best dad in the whole world.”

As he read the text, in that moment, surrounded by the chaos of toddler exploration, Bucky knew he wouldn't trade this journey for anything.

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My girlfriend jousts! Charles Leclerc x SouthKoreanOlympicFencing! Reader

Plot: Charles Leclerc finally dates outside of his friendship circle, nobody in the paddock has met you yet. He invites you to your first race and tries to explain your job to everyone...

You walked next to your boyfriend F1 driver Charles Leclerc. It was your first time in the paddock with him and you were very nervous. You'd never met his team-mate Carlos Sainz, or any of the drivers for the matter.

You reached out to take his hand which he took happily, pulling it up and kissing the top of your hand.

"There's no need to worry! Everyone's going to love you!" he smiles down at you, you rub your thumb over his knuckles as a comforting gesture for yourself.

You both swiped in and he didn't leave your side, no matter how many people came up to talk to him. Weather it was the likes of Will Buxton, wanting to talk to him about the car, or a fan asking for a signature on a Ferrari cap or one of his fellow drivers offering him quick good lucks for the weekend as they rush off to whatever media duties they have.

"Come on, lets go find Carlos! I'll introduce you to Rebecca" he smiles as you both head over to the Ferrari motorhome. You can tell everyone really is like family there, Charles walks you round introducing you to all the mechanics and the social media staff. Literally anyone he can find he goes up to, and he knows their names and is asking them about their families.

"Oh! Yes this is my girlfriend Y/N. She's much cooler than me... she jousts for her job!" he exclaims using the worst way possible to describe what you do.

"Excuse me?" the man laughs, not really understanding what Charles was trying to explain your job as.

"I'm a South Korean Olympic Fencer. I competed in the 2021 Olympics in Tokyo. Charles just finds it funny to tell people i joust like some medieval brute!" you smile at the mechanic who laughs nodding.

"I knew i recognized you from somewhere, just couldn't put my mind too it where I support Italy!" he smiles and you nod at him.

"So what's it like being a fencer?" he asks.

"I enjoy it, there's obviously a certain level of talent too it and dedication but i've also found its rather artistic" you smile while explaining how you've linked your training schedule up to Charles' with Joris so you can get fitter before the next games.

You'd placed silver which had been incredible but like most olympians or people in sort you wanted that gold. You'd noticed major improvements in the way you'd fenced since you'd gone to training with Charles. You basically copied his everyday routine. You ate what he ate and you exercised like he did.

Next up Carlos came jogging over Rebecca as graceful as ever floating behind him greeting everyone that she passed.

"Omg hello! You must be Charles girlfriend. He and Carlos have told me all about you!" Rebecca smiles but you struggle to understand her because of the strong Scottish accent. It took you months to get around the way Charles spoke that you actually found it easier if you both spoke in French, which you'd learned at school. But you eventually both got around that curve-ball.

"Hello. It's nice to meet, both of you. Charles has also told me lots about you!" you admit smiling at her, she pulls you into a hug which you kindly accept and try to not make the first contact awkward.

You all ended up having lunch together in the Ferrari hospitality talking about everything and how you'd be flying back to Korea next week. Carlos said how he was upset that the Korean International Circuit wasn't on the roster anymore and that he'd never driven round it and might never get too.

Charles was very touchy all day, every time he left you to go do something team related he either held onto you while you walked him to wherever he needed to be. You'd wait and he'd rush straight back out pulling you into a hug kissing your neck and burying his head into the crook of it.

"What's wrong Jagiya (Baby)?" you asked looking to him and holding him.

"I just want to go home with you" he sighs, you can tell its not been a good day with the media considering they kept asking about his DNF in last weekends race.

"Mmmmm and we will. But I think you have some more friends to introduce me to" you grinned at him.

He introduced you to Lando and Oscar, who you both enjoyed their vibe. You found it easy to make conversation with Lando and his upbeat energy and Oscar had very funny and comedially timed inputs and ad libs to the conversation but also had a comforting silence you enjoyed.

He also introduced you to Pierre saying how they'd been best friends since they were very young and they'd come all the way through Karting together.

Pierre asked his girlfriend Kika to come over and introduced the two of you. Being similar ages you both got on having similar sense of humors and were into the same things.

You spent the rest of the day walking round the paddock with her, until someone caught you for an interview. It seemed to be Sky News, you'd been privy to Sky News before when they captured you in the Olympics.

"So Y/N it's your first time here! How have you found the energy of the paddock?" he asks.

"Yes, it's been very faced pace I think I've met and spoken to more people today than i have in my 23 years I've been around!" you joke laughing with the presenter.

"And how does it feel, as a Silver Olympic medalist to be around a sport like this?" he asks.

"Yeah, I mean from a very young age I was active and enjoyed different types of sport. My mum really wanted to pursue Taekwando as it's our national sport but I was never an aggressive person. I tried football and then when i was sent to a boarding school I was enlisted for fencing and I just stuck with it!" you answer politely.

"So, as i'm from the UK I would assume that your Premiere League Team is Spurs?" he asks hoping you liked football still to this day.

"Yes, I do. I try watch them at any opportunity i can! Sometimes and don't tell Charlie but I've skipped qually to watch them play" you say biting your lip a little.

The quick interview wraps up and it was safe to say that afterwards Charles Leclerc was now having to share his girlfriend with everyone online who had fallen in love with her personality.

"You look cute here!" Charles says latter that night a still from your interview on the TV where he'd paused it. You were laughing at something the interviewer had said and you hand was over your face covering it while your sharp eyes crinkled from your smile.

"Mmmm today was fun! I'd like to come to this more often!" you smile at him, flopping down onto the bed and playing with the collar of his red team shirt.

"Yeah? You would?" he asks and you nod before pulling him into a hug.

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y/user: Amazing weekend at my first race! The Scuderia was very exciting. Thank you for the time @scuderiaferrari

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hii not sure if your requests are open or not- so ignore this if they’re closed! <3

Can I request some Obey Me! Headcanons?

So reader is the 8th sister of the brothers. So she’s the youngest.

Just some general headcanons of her relationships w the brothers

( And some of the side characters if it’s not too much trouble :>)

Thanks <33

I've already done something like that but I love the concept so I'm just going to build that ��🖤🖤🖤

Youngest Sibling Reader Headcannons | Yandere Obey Me

Lucifer

Before I said he was the worst one and I mean it

He’s an amalgamation of someone who understands you but undermines you at every moment

Because he understands, he does listen

He just doesn’t hold your opinions on the same level as his own

But worse 

Of course his brother’s constant chatter about aimless things isn’t on his level

But every now and then he’ll enjoy hanging out with them 

But not you

Never you 

“Ah so you do pay attention to the political atmosphere. Good job.”

Or

“I don’t expect you to know but I’ll tell you anyways.”

It’s degrading

It’s disrespectful

And he does not care

You can cry and yell all you like 

it’ll just sound like a tantrum to him 

So he’ll treat like one

“If you can’t behave, I’ll have to send you to the attic.”

Leviathan

As previously stated is apart of the group that just misinterprets everything you say

It’s hard to say if it’s delusion or denial 

Because sometimes he’ll slip up 

You’ll catch him crying or a single mumble in his late night rambles 

“Aw my baby is so grown up…I just can’t believe it anymore.”

If you try to address it he’ll pat your head and ruffle your hair (if you have any)

Before telling you it’s nothing for the baby to worry about anyway

It’s incredibly annoying 

When he writes off your achievements in gaming as button mashing 

Or saying your just a genius so you’d get on his level eventually

Any protests or ‘grown-up’ conversations are often just outright ignore

Now doing things outside of the ‘baby’ image he has of you mostly has him ignoring that too

Unless you come back hurt or specifically crying for his help 

He will actually start flooding places and going into an absolute rampage

He won’t listen to you about calming down

Its going to take all the brothers to de-aggro their brother to save everyone from drowning

“Sorry guys I just want to make sure our baby sib is doing okay!”

Asmodeus

Also a part of that ‘doesn’t listen to you’ crew

Accept while he might actually here you his brain literally just never let’s him hear your real voice

“Can you please stop trying to rearrange my closet?! It’s weird to find you digging through my stuff–”

“Okay okay no need to cry what’s the problem baby sib? C’mon you can use your words! Tell big bro Asmo what’s the matter?”

It’s almost a concern when he does it in front of your other brothers 

Especially the ones you can hold an actual conversation

“Hey (Y/n) can you pass the salt and the salad.”

“Sure, man.”

“Hey Hey! Why are you bothering (Y/n), they’re trying to focus on eating? Not to mention your being such a meanie, trying to make them reach with their tiny arms!”

“(Y/n) is sitting closer to me than you…”

“So? How do you expect them to know good manners if you don’t show them! Here I’ll show you how! Watch me baby (Y/n)!”

He honestly doesn’t compute when you’re getting older

He’ll celebrate birthdays, milestones, awards

But he doesn’t believe you are growing and can’t see it either

Reprimanding you when you went out with your own car

“I’m all for playing with your toys, but you have to have a chaperone. Okay?”

That being said any advances from others are met with extreme animosity

“Not my little (Y/n)! Try that with someone else’s little baby!”

[rosenclaws]

#13 with worst!logan pretty please 🙏🙏💖

13 -"I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so."

warnings: typical injury/blood stuff

a/n: Worst Logan I love you <33 ty for requesting!

The last thing you expected was your boyfriend and his roommate sitting in front of you in ridiculous colored spandex covered in blood and a knife sticking out of his thigh. The two of them look like kicked puppies as you stood above them with your arms crossed.

"Sweetheart I promise I'm fine really." Logan tries to say but your glare silences him.

"See, I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so." You snap.

"Oh right thanks for reminding me." Wade pipes up and before you can stop him he reaches over and takes the knife out of Logan's leg.

"What are you doing?!" You screech. Though as quickly as it gets taken out it heals up. Logan's skin knitting together in the blink of an eye.

"What the..."

"I uh, I can heal."

"You can heal..." You repeat. Wade looks back and forth between the two of you before slapping his hands to his face.

"You never told them??" Wade asks in disbelief. Logan shoots him a glare and Wade scurries away from him.

"Well clearly you two need to talk and I don't feel like being in the middle. At least not this time." You barely have time to process what he said before he's out your door.

Logan looks mildly guilty. See you didn't know who he was when you met. You didn't know the history of the Wolverine or the Logan from this world and as selfish as it sounded Logan loved it. There were no grand stories or expectations haunting him. He could just be him and you loved him. So he might have left out the part where he's a mutant and a superhero.

"Look sweetheart-"

"No. I don't want any excuses I want answers. Now Logan." You stomp your foot and Logan tenses up. Well, no running now. He spills everything. How he's from another universe, the man he replaced, what he's done, his powers, how he got here in the first place. Everything. You don't know how to take it. You sit on the other side of the couch. Your leg hasn't stopped bouncing.

"Why would you hide all of this from me?" You ask quietly and Logan sighs.

"I was scared...I haven't had this," He gestures between the two of you.

"For a long time. It's selfish but I wanted to be Logan to you and nothing else. Just. Logan." You look over at him.

The suit is covered in blood and rips but he's free from harm. It's a lot to process but you love him and on some level you can understand why he hid it. Though he will be making it up to you for a while. You scoot closer and he pulls you into a hug. His heart is pounding in his chest, he can't lose you. He just can't.

"You don't have to be afraid with me." You rest your hand on his cheek. Brushing away some of the blood.

"I know." Just old habits die hard. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

"I don't need-" One glare shuts him up.

You're apart of this now and you might not have powers but you want to be in this part of his life in anyway possible. He sighs and nods kissing your cheek and letting you drag him towards the bathroom.

"Okay sweetheart, let's go."

[diminuel]

Sakazuki lowkey having a crush on Dragon is the funniest and also the worst thing that could ever happen to him because 1. Absolutely 0 chances of pulling that bag and 2. Every single member of Dragon's insane family hates his guts.

No matter what political or emotional beef they have going on, marines, revolutionaries, and pirates alike will drop anything to go "do NOT talk or look or breath in his general direction ever again".

ASL and Garp particularly can reach pettiness levels never seen before. Crocodile straights up make the cross guild bump up Sakazuki's bounty.

Sakazuki tormenting hours! X'D

I'm imagining the chaos if Fleet Admiral Sakazuki's crush on none other than Dragon, the supreme commander of the Revolutionary Army gets written about in the news. Who even leaked that information? Was it Garp, to make sure he can make Sakazuki's life as difficult as possible? Even though this is going to put him in hot water with the WG, it's not like Morgans is going to pass up the chance to publish something like that! That's BIG NEWS!

I can just imagine Dragon reading the newspaper that morning and then he has to go stare East for a while because he had no idea and he's pretty bothered about it X'D (Also, someone gave Morgans a picture of him in his Marine days and that does of course enrage him much more because is the truth about his marine career going to harm his position as RA leader? Spoiler: not at all.)

Dragon's not been doing a lot of public appearances, letting Sabo be the face of the Revolution but that won't do now! ASL, in full gremlin mode, must make sure that Dragon is occasionally out in public, where someone can take a flattering picture of him. Just so the stupid magma guy can see just how handsome their dad is and that's he's never going to be his!!! >:CCCCCC

(Crocodile tells them no when they suggest that they should sneak Morgans photos of him and Dragon being on a date. But it's a close call. He almost let his pettiness win out over reason because the world might still not know that he's Dragon's husband and the father of his kids. Is he really going to reveal it to the world just to antagonize the Fleet Admiral? Maybe he will but for now the higher bounty has to be enough *lol*)

[carlyraejepsans]

Rate UT characters on likely they are to eat spoiled food

premise: as monster food does not spoil, this speculation is based on how i think they'd treat human food in the post pacifist ending

frisk. trash burger. enough said. (also i hc that they grew up on the streets, so... not a lot of chances to be picky with your food.)

sans. second most likely. there's milk in the fridge bought specifically for him to drink out of the carton whenever frisk's or papyrus' friends come to visit, like a stereotypical disney channel older brother (he loves being annoying on purpose). it's been there for a month. he's still not done with it. it's probably rancid. enjoyer of food and lover of even shittier food. mr worst burger on the menu. he is ESPECIALLY gross about food and he is gross about it on purpose, he will peel an apple for papyrus and then take a bite out of it before cutting him a slice. and then call him a wuss when he acts disgusted. ("stop being a baby bones, we have the same germs anyway" "NO WE DON'T. *YOU* HAVE GERMS! AND I DON'T WANT ANY OF THEM!!" "why? they're pedigreed" "OUGH!?!!"). he mostly uses it as a chance to make a gag (or a lack of gagging, lol) but his strong stomach did also come in handy in the early days of papyrus' interest in cooking

mettaton, of sequins-and-glue hamburgers fame. he's technically tied for 2nd place with sans, but i put him in third because i feel like sans does it on purpose, for mettaton it's more like... a side effect of starting life off as a ghost. few people question it since he's a robot now.

alphys. she doesn't go out of her way to do it, but she buys her snacks in industrial pallet-fuls to reduce social interactions to a minimum, so by the time she reaches the last 3 or 4 packets of blue takis, they're well past their expiration date. not that it stops her. now, this wouldn't happen on the surface because she gets better and has a solid support system, but if monster food could spoil back when she was going Through it with the amalgamates, i feel like she'd either be too depressed or tired to care and eat it, or she'd tumble into a "g-god. you can't even take care of your own f-food. is there anything you can't fuck up" self-deprecation spiral and lose her appetite altogether

flowey. did it to see what would happen. nothing did. never did it again. tbh I just don't think he eats much of anything, spoiled or not.

undyne. getting into the "wouldn't eat spoiled food" tier. she actually thinks it's really gross but papyrus tricks her into doing it by challenging her machismo. she gets SO sick from it. they do this aprox 3 times a month. rinse and repeat

asgore. he's a gardener, and i can see him working in a community garden on the surface, so he'd have access to a lot of fresh produce, for both himself and to give away. however, if some of it were to go bad, he'd probably cut off the affected bit and eat the rest so it doesn't go to waste.

toriel. she is SUPER careful about expiration dates and mold and checks to make sure all she owns is still safe to eat almost weekly. this level of care, however, is mostly meant for other people, not herself, but she would really rather not eat anything that's gone bad. same reasoning as alphys', IF monster food could spoil when she was still in the RUINs, i could technically see her biting the bullet, if only because 1) she was also heavily depressed and struggling to take care of herself, though i think she might sooner skip out on the meal altogether, rather than eat something spoiled, and 2) the awkward stares from the other monsters in the RUINs supermarket might not be something she's willing to deal with on any given day.

papyrus. he would NOT. no way. master of cleaning, germophobe extraordinaire papyrus (well, not really, but he plays the part). if toriel is meticulous, papyrus is obsessive. there better not be a SINGLE spot on his food. and no lines or plaid patterns either!! he WILL wash it untill it goes away. with soap probably. canonically a picky eater to begin with (his picks are just weird as balls). can should and WILL get on sans' ass about his unhealthy eating habits, and that includes eating food that's gone bad.

[heliads]

HEY HEY HEY!! can u make a the darkling x reader soulmate au?? one where reader is a powerful grisha and has lived nearly as long as he has? they walked the earth and met each other a few times, not knowing they were the same people. sometimes, a romance almost happened, but because they knew they would outlive them, it never happened. How about aleks meets reader by chance in a village near fjerda and they recognize each other for the first time and realize they are each other's soulmate? ♡ U!!

HEY HEY HEY!! your au is that your scars stay on your soulmate's skin.

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You would think that the centuries would go by faster once you’d experienced enough of them. When you grow up, it’s like the years pass with greater and greater speed, but there must be a leveling point to that mad exponential curve, because you reached it a long time ago. The decades don’t fly by anymore, they drag like the heels of your boots in the soft mud connecting the Wandering Isle to Novyi Zem.

That particular sinking earth is gone, much like most of the places from your memory. The land bridge between the two nations, which was already tentative at best back when you were born, has long been pulled under the current of the True Sea. Now, the recollections of old work boots falling into dirt have just as much hold as the place itself. Everything you knew is gone, constantly replaced by newer, flashier people and cities.

It haunts you sometimes, more often than not. You lie awake at night with a melody stuck in your head, one you haven’t heard in over two hundred years. There’s no chance that anyone remembers it except you, so you hum it to yourself, wondering if the ghosts of friends past can hear you or if they, too, are just ash and dust by now. Supposedly, they would have been folded into the welcoming arms of the Making at the Heart of the World, but you still harbor a hope that they’re still looking out for you.

Hope is all you have. As if it doesn’t mess with your head to trust your footsteps through a Ravkan town you’d lived in for decades, only to find that it’s doubled in size and population since you were last there. Or, when you finally remember that you owe a neighbor a favor, only to recall that their great-great grandchildren died out a century past. Nothing in this world is yours, not in the way that it was at the start. You can keep reinventing yourself, but it’ll never make anything stick.

All that musing over places long gone, and you still can’t convince the hours of the clock to turn by any faster. You’d like nothing more than for the years to skip by, to finally bring about your end of days or at least a change in them, because if you have more centuries under your belt, it’ll mean you’ll have searched all of the lands as many times as you can, and maybe then, you just might be able to meet your soulmate.

That, of all things, might calm your restless spirit. If it were not enough to have far more centuries in which to live out your life than the rest of the Grisha, you have to do it alone, too, knowing that most everyone you pass has someone out there built for them, someone to keep them company in a way you will never understand, no matter how many generations you live.

You often wonder if your soulmate might be out there somewhere. It’s an easy matter to spiral over. They could have been alive at the very start of your life, and died centuries before you could even meet them. Maybe there were only a few days in which your lives overlapped, or maybe you were born on the exact same day and never knew it until they died and you stayed, relentlessly, alive.

Or, worst of all, they could still be out there now, forever condemned to orbit the land at the other side of you, forever crossing paths but never meeting, always one step behind or hours ahead of schedule. There is, hypothetically, a way of telling if the person before you is your soulmate, but it only works if you have the fellow in front of you and the certainty only mad love can bring you.

In this world, in a world full of pain and pleasure, power and pride, the only way that you know for certain that you are connected with your soulmate are your injuries. They’ll show up on your soulmate’s skin, exactly at the same time and the same places as you receive them. They won’t feel the sensation of hurt as you do, and the bruises and cuts will fade as yours do, but in the minutes and hours in which you are bloody and damaged, they will be, too.

Scars last. That’s how most people know. When you see a childhood injury reflected on someone else’s knee or arm, you can tell it’s them. It’s as if a hook has been pulled through both of you, tying you together in a celebration of glitter and gore. It’s horrific, and it’s love, and no one has dared to mess with the process for the millennia in which soulmates have been around.

Least of all your soulmate. They marked you a long time ago, and although you weren’t there to see it happen, you can’t help but wonder at their rationale now. A scar curls around your left hand ring finger. It looks like a burn, and it must have been a serious one too, judging by the fact that it’s lasted this long. 

You can imagine your soulmate somewhere out there, forcing a white-hot band of metal around their finger and keeping it on despite the unendurable pain until they knew the scar would last forever. Imagine what that must mean to them, to you. There is a message that they’re trying to send to you, patterned in the syllables of their scorched flesh:  I love you to the point of agony, and past it. What a terrible sort of devotion for a soulmate. What a devastating burden of love for you to bear.

It makes you sick to your stomach, at times, and other days, it just makes you numb. Perhaps this is what you get, the Saints’ way of evening the scales. Everyone knows that the greed of a Grisha never goes unchecked, and maybe this is your diving retribution at last. You strove for too much too quickly, and now you have an excess of time in which you can ponder your failings, all alone for all eternity. It would make a sad sort of joke were it not at your expense.

After all, you should have died a long time ago, soulmate be damned. You started out life as a Heartrender, although you left the typical roles of that particular type of Corporalki behind long ago. At first, you merely shattered bone and spilt blood, but then you learned how to do more. Why kill one man when you can end dozens of lives with just as much force? Then, why kill when you can turn your attention towards yourself, healing not just surface wounds but deeper things, erasing the signs of age and wear until you were just as strong as you were at your prime?

Some would call it immortality. Others would curse it as witchcraft. You don’t need anyone’s misguided explanations anymore, though, your power will long outlive both them and their whisperings. It is power, plain and simple, and it is yours. You don’t just transmutate flesh and bone anymore, you shape life itself. Your life. Your life, extended forever, waiting for a soulmate who can keep up with you or die trying.

At times, you hate it, this prolonged life that you’ve given yourself. At the same time, the thought of dying without accomplishing all that you could is terrifying. The easiest thing to do is to keep living, keep drawing breath and wondering when things will change. If they don’t, well, at least you were here to see it. 

After all, have you ever been satisfied with your lot in life? You send a silent plea to any Saints up there, if they're still listening at all or merely content to keep pulling their strings and directing you down darker, rougher roads. Let me rest. Please. They send only one word back, after everything:  No.

So you continue your journey. Ravka needs your attention for a time, then you cross the True Sea to Kerch and Novyi Zem, and another century has passed by the time you think about returning to the eastern shores. The Shadow Fold makes things more difficult, certainly, but death is no enemy of yours, so you find ways of crossing, even if they take a while.

This time, you decide to cut through Fjerda on your various journeys. The wintry landscapes take your breath away, as they always do, but it’s a little difficult to marvel at the wonders of the country when they’re so fiercely dedicated to exterminating your fellow Grisha. You take it upon yourself to take out a few branches of the witch hunters, those treacherous drüskelle, and so you have a purpose for at least a little longer.

You get to take action upon this initiative while stopping in a small town close to the Fjerdan border for the night. While attempting to book a room in a local inn, you can’t help but pick up on the uncanny sensation of racing hearts somewhere closeby. You step away from the inn, distracted, and chase the sound of blood pounding through veins until it takes you into the surrounding woods.

There, you stumble upon what had been causing you such an uncanny sensation. A young woman, a Grisha Tidemaker by the looks of it, is attempting to evade capture by two upstart drüskelle captains. She hasn’t yet mastered her gift, and they’re well armed, so the situation is not good, to say the least.

Grisha are your people, even if you’ve become somehow separated from them by your many years. You fling out an arm and the two drüskelle go flying into the distance, clutching at their hearts as they burst in their chests. One more witch hunter materializes out of the gloom, but before he can fire off a round at you, a wave of shadow cuts off his breath and he falls to the ground, choking into stillness. The Tidemaker runs off the second the coast is clear, leaving you alone with this new stranger.

You turn around slowly, but the man emerging from the woods doesn’t seem to be a threat. He’s some kind of Etherealnik, but you’ve only heard of so many Shadow Summoners in your time. Perhaps there’s another one again.

“I came out to help,” he says, voice relaxed despite your hands raised at him in anticipation of a strike, “It appears that you didn’t need it, though.”

He doesn’t seem inclined to attack you, but you don’t trust the way he’s still hanging back in the shadows. You can’t see much of his face, nor his demeanor. “I’m no stranger to the drüskelle. They’ve always been the same sort of fools.”

“Always?” The stranger asks, allowing a note of humor to enter his words, “Have you been around long enough to judge them, then?”

You sigh. “Longer than you’d think.”

Instead of being put off by this, the stranger just grins, moonlight flashing on his teeth. “You’d be surprised what I think. I’m older than I seem.”

You look curiously at him. The man steps out of the shadows and into a patch of moonlight. Your breath catches in your throat. “No. That’s impossible.”

He’s not lying when he talks about being older than his appearance. You’ve seen this face before. Several times, if you’re not mistaken. A rebel against the Ravkan king a few centuries ago. A scholar of the Saints. A son trying to care for his mother. He’s been here whenever you passed through Ravka, but you never dared to assume that he could be anything but a familiar face passed down through the generations.

For some reason, on this night, you stop letting yourself doubt. This is a man who has been alive quite as long as you have, if not longer. Perhaps it’s the unearthly shine of the moonlight on the Fjerdan snow, transfiguring this scene into one of your memories, or perhaps it’s the fact that he’s taken his gloves off so he could summon his shadows, and you can see the imprint of a burn around the ring finger of his left hand.

No. It couldn’t be. After all this time, your soulmate cannot be the same young man you’ve crossed paths with half a dozen times before. What a cruel joke to play.

“Y/N?” He asks slowly, eyes as wide as yours.

You told him your name in one of your lives. He trusted you enough to say his back to you. “Aleksander?”

“Show me your hand,” he tells you, voice as steady as it’s always been.

When you hesitate, he crosses the clearing in a flash, standing in front of you. One of his hands curls around your wrist, holding it still, while the other holds up your fingers to the moonlight. He looks at the burn there, his burn, and at last, he smiles. It’s a proud look, almost vicious.

“You know,” he says slowly, “I always thought I’d marry you. I was a child then, and foolish, but I find I don’t mind the idea much anymore.”

He cocks his head to the side, staring openly at the scar he’d bound to both of you. You had wondered if you would fear your soulmate when you first met him, but instead, you just feel whole. A broken half has finally been reunited with its other part.

“Do you remember when we were both in Kribirsk together?” You ask slowly, haltingly, “I got a house right by the Unsea so I could study it. I think you were there for the same reason. We were the only two people in that whole town who weren’t afraid of it.”

He nods, eyes white with moonlight. “You fascinated me even then. When you left, I didn’t know how to live with myself. I started a whole new life just so the old one wouldn’t have to figure it out.”

You’d done the same thing. It took every bit of strength in you to go. You hadn’t wanted to leave the little house with the captivating man next door, but the other townspeople were starting to ask why you hadn’t aged since you’d shown up there decades ago, and the questions are only ever the start of your downfall. You’d cursed his name and yours in turn for the next few years until the heartbreak subsided.

“Before I left, though. We were alright.” You whisper.

He takes your other hand. “We’ll be alright again. It’s us now. Just us.”

“Just us,” you repeat, and for once, you let yourself believe it. You have it, your soulmate, him.

And at last, after centuries of wandering the land and sea alone, of second-guessing every shadow, of wondering what you did to deserve so much time by yourself without love, you realize that it has come to an end. All of it. There is no more solitude for you. Here by your side stands your soulmate. The long day has passed, and the rest of a quiet night shadows your threshold. It’s time to go home, so you think, but you’re already there.

requested by @cassiecrown, i hope you enjoy!

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[bidisasterevankinard]

Hello friend 💕 can I request a platonic eddie & tommy snippet?

hi Gat<333 I'm pretty sure it's not what you wanted, but I love bitchy hurtful Eddie and he's bestie was hurt so he needs anger out so.

It's not Tommy bashing, but it's Eddie's pov and he's angry on Tommy and scared for Buck. so let's say it's Eddie's interpretation

Eddie loses the fight against sleep, when Tommy’s voice gets him back from word of slumber.

“I don’t know why I’m here,” he says mournfully. “I have no right.”

“Not for you to decide. Buck changed his papers, adding you as his emergency contact after he dislocated his shoulder and he had almost five months to change them again. But he didn’t,” Eddie says with closed eyes.

He still feels Tommy fidgeting uncomfortably. Man’s shoulder rubs on the fabric of Eddie's sweater. Buck knitted it for him. When baking was too much he got into a new hobby and at least this one is not the danger to their sugar level. And Buck is really good at making stuff from some yarns. Eddie never had such a comfy sweater before. 

He doesn’t want to think he might never have another one again.

It’s Buck. He never stays dead for long.

But it doesn’t mean you’re not scared it’s this time his luck ended.

“I still think I should go,” Tommy’s voice sounds … uncertain. It's like he's at a crossroads. Doesn't know what to choose.

“Go,” Eddie shrugs still with his eyes closed, “you walked on him once, when he gave you the idea he wants forever. Why stay now?”

“He’s hurt. He-he might die. I couldn’t not come.”

Eddie sees red. Yet, he doesn’t want to be not in the hospital when Buck wakes up.

When. Not if.

“Get the fuck out then,” he opens his eyes to see Tommy look at him scared and bewildered. Surprisingly even with all anger he talks almost with no emotions. “Get. The. Fuck. Out,” he shakes Tommy’s seat. “If you’re here just because he's hurt, because you want to love him till you’re ready to run again when he’s  healed, get out,” he points to the door. “He spent twenty years of his life doing everything he could to almost kill himself so people can love him, he still does sometimes, and I won’t allow the man, who already took so much love and will to live from him to get him in that circle again.”

Tommy stays in his place and Eddie wants to add the red and blue to the red eyes and eye bags he has. With his fists. 

“He can’t love me.”

Eddie smiles ruefully, “yeah, tell yourself you know him or his feelings better than him or the man who sees him getting over the worst heartbreak he ever had.”

Eddie closes his eyes again, counting to ten, “get out, Kinard. He needs people who stay because they love him anyway. Not the ones who keep their legs out of the door. Buck always loves with all he has. The moment he starts he’s all in, the door blocked from the outside. He doesn’t need a person who can’t do the same. At least try. For him.”

“He didn’t call or text. Or came to see me.”

“And you would if someone said to you what you did breaking your heart? Would you reach first?”

Tommy doesn’t answer him and Eddie hopes when he will wake up from another nap the man would finally run again. He has no strength to get the man he still likes, even though all the anger, out of the hospital. But he said the truth. He won’t allow Tommy to mess with Buck again.

He hits where it hurts.

Eddie opens his eyes to enjoy the torture. Sue him. He has a devil in him.

“Buck was waiting for Abby for months. The one who used him to finally rebound after you,” Tommy hunches over so much that Eddis starts to suspect the man has a plasticine spine. “Months. He tried to call, text. Tried to be the one to reach the person who told him not to wait. And he learned his lesson when she ghosted him and then came back with fiance.”  

Tommy sniffs.

Eddie feels awful satisfaction from it.

“The lesson was not to chase the one who decided to leave. Especially when they tell you it’s a bad idea. For him to love them it’s a bad idea.” 

“He didn’t tell me he loves me.”

“You didn't either, yet Buck believes it’s true. And he still waits. For you to ask about another chance. So decide Kinard. You want another chance, but NOT because he’s hurt. Or you shouldn’t be here and you leave.”

Eddie closes his eyes again. One last blow, though.

“But know that I’d tell him you were there, but left. What do you think will be his conclusion?”    

[elsa-fogen]

Oh, Husk and Alastor?

Their dynamic is also pretty interesting, they kinda feel like two people who everyone thinks gets along great and are the best of friends. While in reality their friendship is fueled but a fire born from their hatred. They just have many decent moments and have a easy time understanding each other, through they often use that information to serve a selfish endeavor.

Like Alastor would mess with Husk, tease him and Husk would tell Al to get his act together so that he(Husk) doesn't have to deal with some sort of fallout (ref. when Mimzy comes by)

In general, I feel like they do get along really well, but they are in no way friends. Kinda like how you can get along well with your boss, but wouldn't really consider them a friend. And you wouldn't really want them to involve themselves in your life, but that doesn't stop Alastor. (Social conversions? What's that)

This also makes me curious, wonder what kind of dynamic Husk has with Rosie, or rather, how do you think Rosie sees Husk? Just like a pet Alastor has? Or does she actually see the person that is there? (Leaning more towards her not really seeing Husk more than a errand boy or pet of Alastor)

Though it would be fun if the first time Husk meet Rosie he thought that she might actually be willing to help him because she gives of the energy of being a very kind person around people she cares about (aka Alastor). So he tries to talk to her without Alastor present and he finally understands how they get along so well, they are both the same kind of crazy ᵔᵜᵔ

So, um- what are your thoughts on the dynamic between Alastor and Husk?

HEEEHEHHE YOU GOT ME A REASON TO TALK ABOUT MY FRESH HEADCANON ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIPS

OKAY SO!!

I saw a theory that Husk had children when he was alive. Keep that in mind, it's a secret tool we wanna use later

So, little bit about Alastor. He is not the guy who owns many souls. In fact, he doesn't own any (well... i have some headcanons, but it's for another time). The only soul he has is Niffty, and she's... she's whole another level.

So one day Alastor get's Husk's soul in posession and he has no idea what to do with him. Their contract is basically "you'll have to do anything i order you" but it doesn't set any boundaries for Husk. So he can insult Alastor, argue with him and so on. The only thing he cant is to try to kill Alastor, but it's obvious.

So, Alastor's just... drags him around, and Husk has to just be there all the time, and watch Alastor do stupid shit without thinking, being manipulated by Mimzy into some shenanigans and so on, because he's too powerful, kinda don't afraid of anything and little bit unhinged. And Husk is trying to be that voice of sanity for Alastor (and maybe Niffty). Like in canon, he tries to warn Alastor about Mimzy nd at some point seems genuinely worried about him. Just a bit. And also, in that scene in final song, when Alastor appears again, Husk doesn't seem happy but still goes for group hug.

I think he sees Alastor as a child he has to babysit, but the child is so spoiled, that he doesn't give a shit about his warnings. Maybe Al reminds him of his own children at some degree. And so Husk is attached to Alastor in some weird unhealthy way, he cares about him and tries to protect, even if it pointless.

The worst part of it is that Alastor doesn't see him more than funny fluffy cat-guy-pet. He almost never takes him seriously and doesn't listen to what he says. So Husk may try to reach out to Rosie, to make her to reason with Alastor. But she's basiclly "i could fix him, but whatever is wrong with him is way funnier". I think she listens to Husk's worries about another Alastor's scheme, but she also trusts Alastor? I mean, she belives that he'll be fine. But if something seems to dangerous, she can agree and talk to Alastor.

After all, Husk was an overlord, and i think Rosie could know him before he made a deal with Alastor. So, i think she doesn't think of Husk as just Al's pet, she knows who he is. After all, not every sinner can become an overlord. But still,

So, last thing. I saw that one comic where after episode 5 Alastor admits that Husk was right about Mimzy and i really love this thought. I think Alastor also likes Husk's presence at some degree. Maybe they could build something healtier, maybe Alastor, after losing part of his powers, would listen to Husk more. But still it's all fucked up while Alastor owns his soul.

And also, i'd really love to see something of just Alastor, Husk and Niffty getting into some shenanigans together, this would be so much fun. Al and Niff who are just 2 unhinged gremlins and Husk who's done with their shit, but still cares about them and can't just leave, and it's not because of the deal. Like i imagine when husk is trying to reason with Alastor that he's about do something stupid and dangerous and Alastor's like well i don't force you to follow us this time, but Husk still goes with them because who else would watch after these two idiots?

So i think, i get your point about them!

[sunshinesickies]

A late Valentine’s Day fic— Ava would definitely end up doing the most romantic shit Bea has ever seen and they’re not even dating yet 🤷‍♀️ Also lets just pretend they were in the Alps for Valentine’s Day ‘cuz I completely forget what time of year they’re there but it definitely doesn’t seem like winter lol

Italics indicate Ava’s thoughts

Feveruary Day 14— Falling asleep in the wrong place— Avatrice

There, and…perfect! Ava thinks to herself as she put the finishing touches on the surprise she’d planned for Beatrice. It’s Ava’s first Valentine’s Day in years where she actually has the ability to do something, to celebrate it, and she couldn’t be more excited. She’d been planning it for over a week now and she’d strategically made sure Bea was working this afternoon so she could set up the surprise.

Even though she’s never dated someone, (well, JC was nice, but wayyy too short lived to count okay?) she’s always loved the idea of there being a day just for showing those you care about that you love them. She’s been waiting and waiting for the year when she can finally celebrate and tonight she’s going to do just that.

The love she feels for Bea is well, complicated, she’d say. She doesn’t quite know how to label the feelings she’s had for her friend recently but she knows they’ve reached a level of connection in their time here that feels like something deeper. In what way, she’s not totally sure yet!

But hey, it’s still a day to show someone she cares about them and she finally has someone to care about so—lovey dovey couple-y Valentine’s Day be damned, tonight she’s making up her own rules. And her rules state that she can choose to celebrate any kind of love for anyone she wants.

Ava glances at the old clock hung above the small kitchen table. It’s already past five, which is usually when Bea comes home from the bar when she works day shifts. Being the overachiever she is, Beatrice had somehow landed the manager position even though they’ve both been working there for hardly any time at all. It was pretty awesome though because that means she gets to control her own hours, and it means Ava doesn’t get reprimanded too much for being late for most of her shifts.

Ava checks over everything she’s set up once more then checks the time again. 5:23 it reads. Huh. Ava frowns. Bea’s never home this late, the older girl is annoyingly punctual for practically everything she does.

Maybe the bar suddenly got slammed and she’s helping out Hans during a rush. Yeah that must be it. Ava tries to convince herself as she sits down at the table. Or maybe she’d stopped on the way home to pick up some groceries or something.

A couple more minutes pass with Ava anxiously drumming her fingers on the wooden tabletop before she shoots up, deciding it might be a good idea to go to the bar and ask Hans if he’s seen Bea, or better yet maybe she’ll run into her on the home as she makes her way there.

She grabs a jacket and quickly leaves their apartment, trying not to think the worst as she makes the short walk across the small town. As she walks, Ava tries to remember if Beatrice mentioned anything about being home late this morning.

Now that she’s thinking about it, she remembers Bea rushing out of the apartment quickly this morning, not leaving much time for chatting before she’d hustled out the door, leaving Ava still in her pjs. She hadn’t thought much of it then, but it does seem weird now.

Finally, though it didn’t take more than a ten minute walk, she reaches her destination and enters to find the bar surprisingly empty, only a couple people here and there. It’s so calm that Hans appears to be playing something on his phone, no more people to serve, and everything washed and cleaned. Ava smiles at her friend as she approaches the bar.

“Hey Hans! Is Beatrice still here?” She cuts right to the chase.

He glances up at her and offers a quick warm smile before looking back down at his screen. “I think she’s still upstairs.” He motions to the stairs and Ava wastes no time thanking him and quickly jogging up to the storage room which also serves as Bea’s office, well desk basically.

“Bea?” Ava calls out as she reaches the top of the stairs.

The worry that bubbles when she doesn’t hear a response subsides when she rounds the corner to see the girl she’s looking for sitting at her desk. We’ll, sitting is a lose word, she’s more like slumping in the chair and as Ava walks closer, her brows twist in amusement when she sees that Bea appears to be asleep.

She frowns at the sight. Beatrice would never be caught dead falling asleep at work, though she supposes her shift is over so she’s technically not working anymore, but by the looks of it, Ava concludes she’s been asleep for quite some time.

“Hey.” Ava murmurs softly, moving to squat next to Bea’s slumped form. She places a hand to her shoulder, gently giving it a few shakes. “Bea?” Ava tries again, this time earning a sleepy groan from the older girl as she’s pulled from her doze.

“Mmm…Ava?” Beatrice mumbles as her eyes flutter open and her head turns slowly to look at the concerned girl in front of her. Bea groans again, her hand rubbing against her face as she sits up. “Why’re here? What’s…” She starts to talk but her voice is rough and painful, the effort to just those few words forcing her into a sudden coughing fit.

“Woaahhh, hey.” Ava quickly stands up, her hands starting to rub Bea’s back as she doubles over, coughing harshly into her fist. She seems dazed and out of it by the time she finishes and catches her breath. She leans back into Ava’s touch, head swimming and chest aching.

Ava places her hand to Bea’s forehead, heart dropping in her stomach when she feels how hot her skin is. She’s definitely running a fever, and a high one at that. “Umm shit, okay. Bea can you hear me?” Ava asks, trying to hide her panic and she feels her nod against her. Okay that’s good.

“Okay, alright. You’re sick, Bea, I think we should get you home, hmm?” Ava offers and Bea only nods again, not making any movements to get up. Okay, you’ve got this, Ava. Just get her home and figure out the rest as you go. “Alright, c’mon. I’ve gotcha.” Ava puts her hands under the nun’s arms and lifts her easily from the chair. Ha thank you super strength!

Ava hooks Bea’s arm around her shoulders and wraps her own around the sick girl’s waist. Slowly they make it down the stairs and Ava makes sure to tell Hans what’s up before practically dragging Bea’s limp body out into the street. It takes a bit longer to get home now that she’s helping Bea walk, but soon enough they reach their apartment and Ava lets them both in.

“Huh? Ava…what’s this?” Bea asks, poking a red balloon as she takes in the strange sight before her. The entire apartment is decorated with red and pink balloons and kitchen table is littered with food and treats. Right, the surprise! Ava had totally forgotten about it, all her thoughts on Bea and what to do. “Oh yeah, I uh…happy Valentine’s Day?” Ava stammers out, suddenly nervous if Bea would like it.

“I uh, wanted to uh celebrate since I wasn’t able to at St. Michael’s and this isn’t like some grand declaration of love or anything…no I just wanted to let you know I appreciate you and so uh yeah…” She trails off awkwardly as Bea takes it all in. She turns to face Ava an a new surge of panic flows through her when she notices tears shimmering in her eyes. Shit Ava! You made her cry!

“I uh can take it all down if you don’t like it, and obviously I didn’t know you’d be sick…and the more I think about it, it maybe wasn’t a good idea…” Ava rambles but Bea steps closer, taking her hands in her own. “Ava…” She rasps softly. “This…well this is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. I love it. Thank you.” She hums sincerely and Ava feels a flash of relief slow through her.

Her face twists up into a beaming smile, one that has Bea’s heart beating much faster than she’d like. “Oh, okay! Good. This wasn’t quite how I planned it would go…are you okay? Have you been feeling sick all day?” Ava asks and Bea lets out a tired sigh, nodding.

“Yes. I-I’m alright Ava, just a cold. I felt it coming on yesterday. I didn’t want to worry you. It’s my job to look after the Warrior nun, not her job to worry about me.” She confesses honestly and Ava’s face twists in sadness. “Just your job?” She isn’t sure why that’s the only thing she took from her words, but she thought they had something going here.

“Well, and my pleasure.” Bea adds with a soft smile and Ava returns it. “I-I know you’re not used to people being there for you, but I’m hoping you’ll let me take care of you now? You can get in bed, I’ll make some tea.” She offers shyly, hoping Bea will let her guard down at least for a little while and focus on getting better.

“That sounds lovely, Ava. Thank you.” Bea hums, her face flushing an even darker shade of pink when Ava quickly leans up to kiss her cheek. “Cool, go rest. I’ll make the tea.” She’s already bounded over to the cabinets, looking for Bea’s favorite. A small chuckle escapes Bea’s at Ava’s silly antics and her heart flutters as she suddenly has a thought.

“Hey Ava?” She blurts out before she can stop herself. Maybe it’s her fever, maybe it’s because of the younger girls somehow unknowingly romantic gestures. Ava turns to face Bea who’s lingering in the doorway. “Yeah?”

“Wou-would you maybe join me…in bed I mean?” She freezes as Ava just stares at her, slitghly confused. “I’m freezing and I’m pretty sure that halo acts like a space heater…plus I wouldn’t mind the company.” She adds, trying to make up an excuse.

Ava just smiles brightly at her. “Of course, Bea. Whatever you need.” She promises then nods her head to the bedroom so Beatrice will go get in bed. Bea clears her throat, murmuring an ‘okay’ before leaving Ava alone in the kitchen, her heart pounding as she settles herself into the small bed. She can’t believe she just did that.

Little does she know, that Ava’s now out in the kitchen, a huge goofy smile on her face as she continues making two cups of tea. She’d do anything for Beatrice. Even if that means cuddling in a totally platonic way. She rolls her eyes at herself and lets her heart feel a little lighter as she thinks, well, maybe it’s a little more than that.

[girlnadian]

Hi Five ^_^ hello... it's me, your mutual... So I saw you were doing kiss prompts for Valentines. Idk if I'm late since it's ending for me, but, um. I think it's obvious who I'm going to ask for, lol. If you do 66 from the kiss prompt for Theoken I will owe you my life.... they're my little guys...

kiss prompts — 66. staring at the other's lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

SORRY THIS IS LATE BUT I WAS SOOO HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK FOR THEOKEN tysm melli. i wanted this excse so bad.

651 words // divider

"That was stupid," Ken says. "You know that was stupid, right?"

"Shut up, dude."

"That was a creeper, Theo." Ken doesn't roll his eyes, but he's definitely doing whatever the verbal equivalent of rolling your eyes is. It makes Theo's feathers ruffle and his wings flare, indignant and embarrassed. He grits his teeth. Ken continues, "I can handle a creeper explosion."

"I know," Theo says. He drags a hand down his face, "What does it matter?"

"It doesn't matter," Ken seethes. "But you're the one that jumped in front of me. Why did you do that if it doesn't matter?"

There are a lot (a lot) of things Theo has come to admire about Ken over the last few months—they have a surprising amount in common. Ken talks about prisons and puzzles the same way Theo talks about PvP, with the passion that only comes from people who understand their craft beyond a surface level. Ken wants to be the best at what he does, just like Theo does. Ken is selfless and clever and snickers in a way that makes Theo's heart flutter. This, however, is something Theo goes back and forth on. When he's feeling especially down bad, Ken is determined. Right now, Ken is just stubborn.

Theo doesn't have an answer, so Ken keeps going. "I want to know why you always do this. It– It was a creeper today, what is it going to be next? Are you going to start putting your jacket down so I don't have to step in puddles? What if you got in front of an explosion that could actually kill you?"

And that's another thing: Ken is smart. Theo isn't dumb, but he's never had to be clever in the ways Ken has had to be. Theo has always thought, worse comes to worst, he could fight his way out of anything. Ken plans and then makes backup plans and is always prepared, but Theo has never needed any exit strategy other than himself. It's worked for him every time except for right now, with Ken standing in front of him, ears pinned and tail thrashing. Theo has long since learned to bite down the half of him that wants to cower in the face of a predator. He isn't weak. Still, he doesn't have a way out.

"I don't want you to get hurt," Theo tries, teetering somewhere between desperate and bitter. Ken falters.

"I don't," he starts, stops, and then shakes his head. "I don't need you to protect me like that."

This time, Theo does bristle. Maybe it shouldn't but it hurts. It feels like a dismissal; he feels like an idiot. It's far from the first time Ken has made him feel like that.

For lack of any other outlet, Theo reaches out to grab Ken by the jaw. The cat-hybrid startles, but doesn't pull away or struggle, even as Theo drags him closer. He tilts forward and braces his hands on Theo's upper arms to steady himself. Theo doesn't– he doesn't realize what he's doing until Ken is close. Really, really close. Normally it's Ken sidling into his space, coy and teasing, Theo has never–

"I do things like that because I want to," Theo says. He says it too quietly to be meaningless. "I want to protect you. I'm good at it. What's wrong with that?"

Something about the position dissipates all that charged energy. No, it's still there, it's just… it's different. Theo's eyes drop to Ken's lips unwittingly. He flushes before he remembers his sunglasses will hide the gesture—when Ken glances down in kind, it's out in the open.

Theo isn't weak. Ken might make him feel that way, but– Fuck it, Theo is not weak.

The hand on Ken's jaw moves to the back of his head, and someone (Theo thinks it's him, Ken will argue against that later) closes the distance.

[loupy-mongoose]

After giving their emotions a moment to level out, Randy stepped into his vanished daughter’s room. Nothing seemed in disarray, so he knew she hadn’t struggled against a captor.

Then, he spotted it. On the desk in the corner.

A note.

He picked it up and read it aloud, struggling to keep his growing dread at bay.

"Mom and Dad I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it this way. But I wanted to know Nico in full, and I know if I told you what I was planning, you'd either stop me or come with me. Daddy, I know you're afraid of him, and I fear if you knew the past he told me, you would only fear him more. I trust he's not as dangerous as you think he is, but just in case, I'm going alone. I don't want him to hurt any of you if he really IS dangerous. I love you all, and I WILL see you later. Love Lavender."

Both parents went silent as they separately mulled it over. Randy fought to silence each possible outcome as it popped up in his mind. Trying to reach a point of rational thought. Anger and fear ravaged his every fiber.

Akoya spoke up first. How... How do we know where she went? She never told us where Nico lives...

An idea suddenly crossed Randy's mind. He turned, preparing to return to their bedroom, when pain shot through his legs.

Hrrgh!!

The shock sent him stumbling, but before he could fall he felt his weight disappear. He sighed as he was lifted to his feet beside Akoya. Nice catch.

The white-haired woman supported him with her arm. Anytime~ There was a chuckle in her voice despite the circumstances.

More carefully, they headed to their room.

All at once Randy reached for his phone and psychically pulled his cane to him, internally grumbling at his legs' mean trick. He sat on their bed, pulling up his phone's search history.

He knew that Lav had been using it, which was not uncommon. But maybe there was a clue...

...Stars?

She'd looked up star charts?

And maps...

And...

...Fuji?

He tapped on links shown to have been used. He read the articles they led him to.

His next words were spoken quietly. I think I know where she went...

Kanto.

Specifically...

Lavender Town.

Randy selected a shirt out of the closet. Amidst his fears and feelings, he noted that it was a turtleneck. Huh. Guess the cold season is here. He slipped it on.

That, or I'm grasping for some comfort...

He then pulled on a pair of pants, before leaving the privacy of the closet and approaching the Mews chatting on the bed.

At his approach, Akoya turned to face him, concern lighting her eyes.

She watched as he bustled around the room, making heavy use of his cane, looking for little things he might need and gathering them by a duffle bag on the bed.

She floated toward him. Randy...

He didn't look at her. Mhm?

Love... She moved so that she was in front of him. Please, slow down.

She transformed into her human form, but he began to move around her.

I know you're scared for her, but we have to trust that she can handle herself. She's not a helpless child.

He turned to her sharply, startling her. I'm going after her, Akoya. With or without help.

She clenched her fists, pushing back against her own fears to speak her mind. Of course! I don't expect you not to! And I don't expect you to do it alone. But we can't rush into it. We have to know what we're doing. What about the twins? Are we leaving them with Persim? Do we take them? Is Persim coming? Which would mean Rosemary too!

He throws some items into the bag ...Whatever gets us moving fastest. I'm not willing to take the chance that Lav is.

Akoya grabs his hand, losing her internal battle for control. I know! But Randall, the last time you acted rashly, it ended in disaster!

At this, Randy freezes. Akoya flinched. She never meant to use his worst experience against him, but at least she had his attention...

And if I recall... you did the exact same thing to me.

He stood still, shivering from his warring emotions. I-I know... I know... I.. I just... He started sobbing. Every little thing... that could go wrong... I can't get it out of my head... She could run out of energy, or lose control, and drown, o-or get attacked, or e-even if she does make it and meet him, he could be manipulating her!

She hughed him tightly as he melted down in her arms, punctuating his words with sniffles and sobs.

Why else would she go to meet him without telling us...?

He must have convinced her to...

R-right?

...

We can't know that. Not until we find her.

But... Just...

Take a moment to breathe... Okay?

He took a deep breath.

...Okay...

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Happy birthday to me, have some distressed Lindens. XD

I apologize that the last portion switched from Randy's POV to Akoya's. Normally I try to avoid doing that, but I felt it flowed well enough this time. X3

[dark-and-kawaii]

Hey there girlie, I’m having the worst cramps and back pain today. I was wondering how the sweet baby boy Zavrik would take care of his partner when she’s in her monthly hell. I’m imagining how tieflings are basically heating pads because of how warm they are 🥺🩷

Oh no!!!! I’m so sorry you’re going through your monthly right now!!! Never a good time ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ). I hope these make you feel better and give you some comfort xoxo

₊˚⊹♡ Pairings: OMC x F!Tav/Reader

₊˚⊹♡ Content: Major Comfort - Major Love - Zavrik Is A Cinnamon Roll - True Love

Zavrik becomes the epitome of tender care and warmth during these times, quite literally. As a half tiefling, his natural warmth is so soothing against your cramps and back pain- wrapping you in his arms, his body a living hearing pad that eases every tense muscle. His touch is super gentle, it always is, but during your period he’s extra gentle, slowly dragging, caressing his hand against your lower stomach and wherever else that might hurt. Those words of his he murmurs in your ear are soft reassurances that this will pass, but that he’ll be here until it does. He knows it isn't permanent, the pain and the blood, but he treats it like it is and makes sure that you feel his presence, and his love.

Most would demand the maids draw you a bath, but not Zavrik. Oh no. This man personally tends to you. He warms the water with his magic, and helps you step into the bath. You can just relax while he washes you, using the sweet smelling soaps to work every knot out of your muscles. You are his queen, his world, and he takes his duty as your lover very seriously. And when he's done, he wraps you in the fluffiest towel imaginable and dries you off. Purposely tussling your hair as he dries it with the biggest smile on his face, one that grows when you laugh and tell him to stop.

He anticipates your needs before they’re even spoken. Zavrik is super attentive, paying close attention to the days you start your cycle and the symptoms you have. He remembers them all, and when the time comes, he's already got it handled. He even makes sure the kitchen staff has all your favorite dishes ready and snacks prepared for your cravings… just know if you’re ever pregnant with his child, his mother henning will reach a whole new level xD!

Emotionally, this man is your rock, and he will listen to your every grievance and frustration. No matter what it is. Be it something silly, or a deeper issue you have, he's there to lend an ear and offer advice… even if he doesn’t quite understand what you’re going through, he tries. And if you cop an attitude with him, he knows why. So he won't take offense, he just smiles and shakes his head asking if you’re done yet.