#The soft banning it's getting into my bones

[magnificent-winged-beast]

I'm incommunicado.

Can't receive asks since the message thing of my blog died.

Can't reply to my own post.

It's been 1 month. I don't hsve followers or they are bots probably, because I only got two since December. Just the secondary blogs had this rush of bots following.

Don't know if the people I use to casually chat know that I don't have this feature.

Aparently, I can't send asks either. Or I'm probably with this "pissed by the tumblr Gods energy" that no one wants to reply to me, or even tag me.

It seems they are trying to smother this blog slowly and casually. Like being a drunk on the floor and they put a gigant sing upon my body that says: Don't bother, she likes being like this and probably will bite you if you help her. And are waiting for me to just stop breathing or chocke on my own vomit.

So let it die, let it rot. I hope this isn't a sign of this side of the fandom also dying and moving on with other things. I still and adict of all the art and shenanigans this fandom still has in it even if the show ended almost 3 years ago.

Personally, I still want this to be a blog for Castiel and Misha, even if it's like 100% Destiel and Cockles since 2020. I'm really looking forward for the GK thing.

But if I've been forced to evacuate here, and begin from the 200 followers on my other blogs of personal endeavors, I should leave now.

I've been sending a request to fix this to tumblr help once a week. Not even a mail in response or acknowledge of my existence so far.

From my 6 years of experience here, I think I'm far from relevant or desirable as an user, even if I purchase stuff, pay for the no ads thing. I assume that a single person from Bolivia does not mean a demographic they want to keep, and the amount of followers it has does not count as significant, neither this blog as a part of those 6 years in the tumblr ecosystem. Because of the mass migration from Twitter, I assume, that are overwhelming their servers. Loosing me it's probably a lint in their corporate belly buttons.

Funny thing is I try to convince me that this blog matters. Even if many other people leave this site deactivating their blogs and leaving a big hole in the fandom in my opinion. But me, just fading away, or tumblr just expecting I give up leave and forget this blog, so they magically solve the thing once I migrate to another user or platform. Isn't really a big deal in the great scheme of things. I don't think anyone will notice my disappearance. I'm no legacy or important blog.

In the mean girls universe, before the let's point the blogs that gaslight us to believe that OF COURSE DESTIEL WILL HAPPEN IN THE END, how you DARE to not trust us META minds that know Dabb is our personal Jesus Christ and savior. At first I hang out with with them, but then I renegate and became the usual Cas Stan that got the "Bitter" tittle because I knew they will not have the Cojones to make Destiel actually happen on the screen as a real and indiscutible situation, like a kiss or an open declaration of love that had to go BOTH WAYS.

So, my importance here is minimal. Other blogs where more active and spoke about this inner bullying in on our Heller community. How being a Clown that got many questions and wasn't that happy after watching Castiel go to Superhell and Dean just staying there looking sad, but didn't say anything at all, wasn't the promise land they preach.

I will always protest about the awful way Misha was used to bait his fan base to watch the worse two episodes in human TV history of that finale just hoping he'll be there... eventually (I was that fool, and I waited, and I waited, and I watched... THE HORROR 😱).

Anyways, because I know this post probably will go to tumblr hell like Castiel. And be there in the empty of promises and things we prefer to believe to not loose or Collective Clown minds when Jackles has the time and has the 133563323th question about that scene that confirms that Dean was being a Bro and Cas was being a Bro and all the thing was just in our heads and Cas never said I love you, or he said it but it was more like a: BRO, I LOVE YOU, BRUH.

I'll try to reach the Server Gods, plead for my oxygen and pray for the cause of this punishment not being just another antiheller pro Jarpiss that got all the time in the world, or enough friends to ask for my reporting as whatever they could just to put me in this position.

I rather want to believe this is like a rite of passage. For what I recall, many blogs of people who I love and enjoy had a temporal deactivation or this kind of things once or twice in their history. So, that gives me hope to think, opposite of what I explained earlier in this gigant mental fart of existence and relevance on the tumblresphere, I'm probably and finally being initiated in the ancient ways of torture to became and actual real blog in its own right.

I. Really. Prefer. To think. It's just that kind of things. Not the Tall one lovers and their obsession with a gigant 40s toddler.

Still I will always keep distance from them and their Incestuos ownership of the S*PN tag.

If this are my last words, and or post, I want to say:

VIVA COCKLES!

[trashcanfanfics]

might I request some headcanons for ford (young and old) w/ a reader who’s a witch (like from the boiling isles) and has their own place in the woods? they’re known as the witch of the woods and there are stories from local teens about how they’ll “steal your bones if you get too close to their house,” but they’re actually really nice and will make you lunch if you stop by.

please, and thank you 🔮

Man, do I love this idea!! I immediately started thinking of a little ficlet/imagine/scenario

Reader gender not mentioned, could be any gender

This turned out longer than I thought it would

I'd exiled myself to earth a bit ago in response to the ban on wild witches. It was easier for me to leave than to fight back then. I could probably go back anytime, but I'd rather not be forced to pick one coven.

It wasn't all bad here. The rain didn't burn, plants didn't move on their own or try to eat me. I loved the green color of the landscape and my palisman, Gretch, enjoyed the fresh air. The locals were friendly enough, and the children were curious.

I'd noticed that they were wary of me and my strange abilities. To combat this, I'd just make warm beverages and small meals for anyone traveling farther into the woods near my little cabin.

It was on my way home from the human store that I met him. A man stuck in the root of a tree. One of mine, unfortunately. In a moment of homesickness, I'd planted a seed from the Boiling Isles near my home, and this particular one was a grasping willow. A sigh escaped me, loud enough for my surprise captive to hear. He turned towards me, seeming to forget his foot was stuck, causing him to fall over. The man winced.

"I'm sorry for my tree, sir." I swirled my pointer finger into a circle of green. The root lifted and moved from his ankle. "He's just a bit playful." I set my bags down to offer him my hand. He hesitated, looking at my hand before reaching up and taking the offered help. Once he was up, I shook his hand with a smile and introduced myself.

"Nice to meet you," he quickly took his hand back and cleared his throat, "my name is Stanford Pines, though people call me Ford."

"Wonderful to meet you, Ford." I picked my bags back up and faced him again. "I have groceries to put away, so I have to go. Try walking in a wide circle to avoid Snipper if you're walking around here."

"Oh, uh, thank you for the advice." He waved awkwardly and turned to leave. I chuckled slightly and went on my own way. Gretch sniffed the air in his direction before hiding back into my cloak. They whispered to me about the stranger's smell as I walked back home.

~*~

Ford came around more often after that. He asked many questions, and I answered. I asked fewer questions but received more answers. He was eager to talk and learn, and I was grateful for the company. Ford became a part of my routine in the best way. We'd meet up for lunch at either mine or his cabin and tell me what he's found. His theories enthralled me. I'd developed quite the soft spot for him and missed him when he wasn't around. My palisman teased me endlessly about it, but stopped once I'd mention how they liked to curl up on his lap as he talked.

He'd started coming around less and less. I wondered what new oddity he was occupied with to take up all his time. Gretch had been keeping watch over him and hadn't seen much since they couldn't get into the cabin. Whenever he did visit, he was...distant. There were bags beneath his eyes, an erratic fear, and paranoia took over his voice, even when it was just a whisper. I was worried and told him as such. He'd stood abruptly from the living room couch, making poor Gretch leap to the floor, and looked at me for the first time in months.

"There's nothing to be worried about. I'm fine, everything's fine!" His eye twitched. I blinked a few times in shock at his outburst. My hands flew up in a placating manner.

"Okay, okay," I lowered my hands and held them out to him palm up, "how about I make you your favorite tea, hm?" His eyes lowered to my hands before placing his own in them. I gently squeezed his hands for exactly six seconds before standing up and leading him to the kitchen. He followed me as I moved around to make the tea. Gretch stayed close to him, attempting to comfort him. The kettle boiled and I pulled it off before the whistle blew. We both watched the tea steep for a few seconds before Ford wrapped me in a hug from behind. His head rested against me as he shook.

~*~

"I think...I think I did something very bad, and you won't forgive me." His voice cracked. I looked up from the soup I was serving to look at him. He was looking at his hands.

"I suppose that's a valid concern. Although, I can't say whether I would or wouldn't if I don't know what it is." I set the ladle down and grabbed the tray holding the bowls. "For what it's worth, there is very little you can do that I wouldn't be able to forgive." I set the tray on the table and set a bowl in front of him, then Gretch's, before sitting down my with my own.

"I..." He stared at the soup. "I care for you deeply, and I don't want you to be mixed up in my mistakes." His eyes were tired when they looked at me. My breath caught in my chest as I stared back. My palisman stopped slurping to to look up at both me and Ford.

"Is that what you're asking me to forgive? You caring deeply for me?" I looked down at my own soup, stirring it slightly. My heart raced as his words filled my mind. "If that's a thing in need of forgiveness, then I beg for yours in return." I look back at him with a small smile. His brow furrowed.

"That's not the point I'm making." Ford ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his forehead. "I've made a mistake that could put you in danger. Out of everything that's happened to me, you've been the best. I don't want to lose you." He pulled out a book from his bag. One of his journals. He slid the book over to me. Gretch leaned over the tray to sniff it before recoiling. I blinked and looked at him.

"Ford, what--" I was cut off by him rounding the table and kneeling beside me. He grabbed my hands in both of his and looked me in the eye, more serious than he'd ever been with me. Gretch, wanting a better view, crawled over the table to be beside me.

"Take this journal and hide it. Take it as far from here as possible. Go and never come back. Please." His voice trembled. "I don't want him to get you."

"Who? Who is going to get me? What aren't you telling me?" I pulled my hands from his to hold his face, tears brimming my eyes. "Ford, tell me what's going on, why do I have to leave? What will happen to you once I do?" Tears poured down my face as I bit back a sob. I'd been so worried about him, about why he'd been so distant. Then he was asking me to leave. Leave Gravity Falls, my home, the only person besides my palisman I trusted fully with all my heart. I didn't want to go.

"I can't tell you. Please, believe me, it's safer this way." Ford reached for my face, eyes flitting back between my own. He leaned in and kissed me softly, barely a whisper on my lips. My eyes shut, allowing more tears to fall. I pushed into him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, and deepened the kiss.

"I can't leave you." I said against his lips as we both pulled back slightly. I kissed him again. "I can't leave you, Ford." Our foreheads were pressed against each other.

"You have to." He pulled away and stood up. He grabbed his bag and turned to leave. Gretch chased after him immediately. I watched him go for a second, tears still falling down my face, before grabbing the book, and running after him. Grabbing the strap of his bag, I pulled him back.

"If you're going, then take this with you. I won't be part of something i don't know about." I shoved the book into his chest and glared at him through my tears. He looked at the book and then me before steeling his gaze. He shoved the book back into his bag and left. The front door closed, and I made my way back to the kitchen, Gretch following sadly behind. The soup had gone cold.

~*~

We hadn't spoken in a month. Four weeks. Thirty days. I went to his cabin to see him but his friend, Fiddleford McGucket, was on his way out and warned me to stay away from Ford.

"For your own sake." He said, rushing to his truck, bags in tow. "He's gone insane." I'd still knocked on his door for the next week. No reply. Gretch continued to keep an eye out and told me whatever they deemed relevant.

The next three I wallowed in my grief. Moping around the house, not taking care of my plants, or myself. I could barely brush my teeth or eat. My body odor followed me like a cloud. Days blurred together. Gretch tried to help me, but they were just as upset. Eventually, I had to go out to get more groceries.

On the way to the store, in my sweatpants, hooded sweater and muddy boots, I passed by Ford's cabin flying low to the ground on Gretch. As I looked towards it, my heart clenching painfully, the trees began to shake. I looked around in confusion as Gretch and I slowed to a stop. Then back to the cabin. The basement windows lit up a bright blue. Before I could stop myself, I flew straight towards the door, using my magic to unlock it. Bursting into the foyer, down the steps to the basement, I saw two figures.

There was Ford and someone else who looked like him. Stanley, his twin brother. Ford had told me about him. Ford was floating in the air, waving his limbs around, trying not to get pulled into a giant machine glowing with the light I'd seen outside.

"Ford!" I yelled, running to help him. Gretch almost reached him as he screamed his brother's name. He was sucked into the portal faster than I could cast a spell. "FORD!" I fell to my knees in front of the portal, next to where Stanley was standing. He was gone. My tears became my closest friends in the past weeks. These ones felt different. They hurt more, like daggers down my cheeks. He was gone. My friend, the one I adored and trusted the most. Gone. I sobbed out his name again, looking at the ground, Getch placed their head into my lap.

"Uh, are you...Did you...know my brother?" The voice made me jump. I turned to Stanley. I'd forgotten he was here in my anguish. I sniffed and wiped my face on my sleeve.

"Yes. He was my friend."

~*~

Ford had been gone for 30 years. After he'd been taken through the portal, Stan and I began a sort of friendship. He was brash and rude, his voice was gruff. He was different from Ford in so many ways, but so similar. Our friendship wasn't like the one with Ford. It was less lunch dates and more I'd bring him meals and take him shopping.

He'd convinced a crowd of shoppers that he was the mysterious scientist in the cabin while he was shopping by himself one day. I'd gotten very angry at him and refused to talk to him for a week after that. Eventually, I came around to it, realizing that he does need to make money somehow.

In time, the "Mystery Shack", as Stan called it, became quite profitable. People were attracted to its unbelievable aura. Personally, I found most of Stan's grotesque attractions to feel like home. I'd known someone who looked like the "Eyeball with Legs" back in the Boiling Isles. Gretch was glad Stan never asked them to be an exhibit. Sometimes, I feel as though Stan took inspiration from my stories.

It was summer when the twins came to Gravity Falls. Stan told me I wasn't allowed to do magic or talk to them about the strangeness in our little town. I told him that I wasn't going to hide who I was from anyone, and if he had a problem with it, don't let them go out by my cabin. We had a heated argument about that. I had resolved to not speak, or even go looking for him or anyone from the Shack that whole summer.

Of course, that didn't stop them from looking for me. Apparently, Ford had written about me in his third journal, and Dipper had stumbled across it. It lead them both to my doorstep with a gentle knock on the door.

"Hello?" As I opened the door, I saw two children, tweens, it seemed. The girl was holding a video camera at my face. "Oh!" They looked familiar almost.

"Uh, hi, uh..." The boy ruffled through a familiar book. I realized then who I must've been talking to. This must be Dipper and Mabel. The Pines' genetics must have been strong, they looked just like their great uncles. "Are you the witch of the woods?" His question made me laugh slightly. Gretch poked their head out the door to sniff at the children, causing the girl to gasp and coo at them, holding a hand out. I debated telling them both to leave, but it had been a while since I'd had company. Besides, it was getting a bit dark, and the woods were dangerous for children to go out into.

"That's what the townsfolk call me, yes." I gestured for them to come inside. "Would you like some tea?" The girl quickly came in with an excited smile. She was already petting and baby-talking Gretch. I chuckled.

"Oh, you're so cute! What's your name?" She looked around my living room and gasped. "I love your curtains!" She raced over to touch them before her brother stopped her, scolding her in a hushed tone. I smiled at them before going into the kitchen with Gretch in tow. They followed soon after.

"I'm not going to eat you, despite what the other children might say." I grabbed three tea cups and started the stove. "I don't do much other than tend to my plants and feed hikers that come by." I placed teabags into a teapot.

"So you're...not a witch?" The boy asked. I laughed again and ushered them to sit at the table. The girl gasped at the center piece. A lovely potted plant of flowers Ford had gifted me a long time ago. They were spring flowers, so they had stopped blooming. I smiled fondly at them.

"What kind of plant is this?" She touched the leaves gently. "It's so pretty."

"They're called shooting stars." I swirled my pointer finger in a green circle, causing the flowers to glow green as well and bloom. Gretch sniffed them, then sneezed. "They're normally a spring flower, but I'm able to keep them going with the sunroof in place and a bit of magic.

"So you are a witch!" The boy yelled. The kettle whistled and I quickly went to stop it. "This is incredible! Mabel! Did you catch that on video?" His sister, Mabel, looked at the camera, which had been placed facing away from the plant, towards a window.

"Whoops." She fixed the camera to face the flowers, which had ceased glowing and sat, bloomed, but otherwise non magical. He groaned in frustration and looked at me.

"Would you do that again? For the camera?" He gestured to the technology. I finished making the tea and brought it over, giving them each a cup.

"I would," I sat down in my own chair, "but the flowers are already bloomed, dear." I took a sip and set it back down. Looking at him with a small smile full of humor. Gretch huffed in their form of laughter. Ford had always called me a smart ass.

"Darnit!" He put his head on the table. Mabel reached over and patted his back before taking a sip of her tea. She hummed in delight at the taste and finished the cup in a few gulps. I offered her more, which she gladly accepted, drinking more before scratching Gretch on the head. The palisman leaned into her hand.

"I could do something else for your, oh, what are you needing the footage for, Dipper?" My question made his head shoot up. He looked at me in surprise. I realized that I'd called him his name before he'd told me.

"How do you know my name?" His eyes widened. "Do you read minds?" I was already shaking my head before he finished. Gretch huffed another laugh.

"I know your uncle, is all." I held my hand up to stop both of their questions. "Stan and I are, well, I suppose you could call us friends."

"Are you two in a relationship? Are you in love?" Mabel stood on her chair, her hands planted on the table as she leaned towards me. I scrunched my face in slight disgust even thinking about being with Stan. My palisman sneezed and shook their head.

"Absolutely not." I huffed and rolled my eyes. "Not even if he begged." The very idea of Stan being who I came home to made me very uncomfortable. Besides...I still dreamed of Ford. I regretted that our first and only kiss was when he was leaving. Maybe if I'd been braver in the beginning, said something sooner, he'd still be here. Maybe it'd have chased him away earlier than he did.

"Um, witch...sir? Ma'am? Sma'mir?" Mabel's voice drew me out of my reverie. I blinked and looked at her. She tilted her head in confusion.

"Pardon, I was leagues away. Did you say something, dear?" I looked at the clock to see the time. "Oh, that might have to wait. You two need to get home." I stood and ushered them to the living room where I grabbed my warmest shawls. They would have to do, my coats were buried in the hall closet. I wrapped one around Mabel, as she was the closest, so that it covered her head. when I turned to do the same to Dipper, he refused.

"I'll be fine, I don't need it." He held up his hands and I put mine on my hips. My eyebrow arched as I gave him a look that said this wasn't an argument. Gretch went behind him and gently nudged him towards me.

"It gets cold at night, especially in the woods." I quickly threw it over his shoulders and over his head like his sister. Mabel giggled as she pointed the camera at us. Dipper's frown deepened as his cheeks reddened. "I won't have you catch a chill on my watch. It'll just be another thing for Stan to b-ahem, yell about." With them properly bundled, I wrapped myself up and had Gretch turn into a staff. Both children gasped.

"I definitely got that on video." Mabel said as I waved them both to get on. Mabel in front of me and Dipper behind, I took off, up and over the trees. The twins both yelled out, though I suspected for different reasons.

As we walked up the porch, the door swung open to reveal Stan himself. He looked from both of the twins then to me. His eyes darkened slightly.

"I told you not to talk to them!" He pushed them both behind him and pointed a finger at me. "You said you wouldn't!" His glare matched mine. I pushed his hand out of my face and lifted my chin.

"Children, cover your ears." I spared them a glance to see them do so. My finger replaced his between us. "They were deep in those damn woods at dusk! I wouldn't have had to take them home if you had been doing your fucking job of keeping them safe! No wonder they're up to their goddamned knees in the supernatural of this fucking town!"

"How much did you tell them, what did you tell them?!" He got closer to me, dangerously so. I pointed my palisman staff towards him as a barrier. "So help me, if you told them-!" That made me scoff.

"Oh, please, I didn't tell them anything." I scoffed and waved my other hand to dismiss the thought. "Do you have such little faith in me? After all these years?" A sigh left my lips as I shook my head.

"Just stay away from them!" He pointed a finger at me again. "They don't need to be involved with all this weirdness." His statement made me roll my eyes and I turned to leave.

"They're already too invested in the weirdness, Stanley." I turned my head to look back at him over my shoulder, mounting my palisman. "They won't end up like him in one summer, but if you're that worried, keep them out of the woods." With that, I took off into the sky.

~*~

The children clearly didn't listen to Stan, if he told them to stay away from me. They came around my home every few days or so, asking me about myself and the woods surrounding. I'd been vague about my friendship with Ford, for Stan's sake if nothing else. Gretch enjoyed their company, especially Mabel's. She would bring the palisman snacks and plenty of affection. Waddles and Gretch became fast friends when the pig was brought along as well.

Mabel had latched onto my story of him and was sobbing by the time I'd told her he was gone and I'd never see him again. Dipper also seemed disappointed, wanting to meet the scientist. He'd asked if I was talking about the author of the journals. I'd told him no. Gretch whined at that, clearly frustrated I wouldn't tell them anything. I just shooed her away.

They told me about their adventures and a figure named Bill. I'd sat eagerly by, hearing about their encounters. They had been in danger multiple times over the summer and I'd nearly gone to shout at Stan some more before they said they didn't want him to know. I explained to them that not telling Stan was a mistake. He is their guardian for the summer and needed to know where they were so he could help if needed. They disagreed and went home. I'd asked Gretch to watch over them for a while to make sure they weren't in too much danger.

It was sometime after Mabel's sock opera when the kids invited me over. Well, more Mabel did, with Stan's permission. Though the man had been rather grumpy over the phone. I was amused by Mabel's antics and agreed, soon making my way over there. Gretch sniffed the air and shook their head, rubbing their nose.

"Oh hush, I'm sure Stan can't stink that bad from out here." I joked before knocking on the door. "Should we invest in nose plugs for you?" The door opened before they could retort. Mabel squealed when she saw me and pulled me into the cabin and to the living room.

"You're going to love this guy, trust me," She squealed again, "I'm a master match maker." I laughed at her enthusiasm. She was determined to have me meet someone. The only time she'd stopped was when she'd found out Stan had a crush on Lazy Susan.

"Mabel, I've told you already that I'm perfectly fine on my own. I really should stop ind--" I looked up to see the unfortunate suitor this time. My eyes widened and my heart stopped. I knew the figure instantly. Despite the wrinkles, my dreams made sure I'd never forget his face. "Ford?" His eyes widened as he recognized me. He said my name in a whisper. Gretch wasted no time in throwing themselves at him, circling and sniffing and bumping into him. He huffed a laugh and pet them gently.

"I didn't forget you either." He looked up from the palisman back to me. "I'd thought you'd have left Gravity Falls." His other hand twitched, as if he wanted to touch me. I couldn't hold back, I ran to him and wrapped him in a hug. The tears that had been building up overflowed.

"I told you I couldn't." I felt his arms slowly hug me back. He squeezed me gently and buried his face into my neck. I gave him one more squeeze before pulling back slightly to look up at him. Our eyes met and I smiled brighter than I'd had in years. He returned the gesture. "I'm glad you're back." Tears continued to slide down my face and I sniffed.

"You knew each other?!" Mabel's voice broke us both out of our little bubble. "What?!" She turned to Dipper, who'd just walked in, and shook him by his shoulders screaming about how this is a better story than the Dusk series. Dipper, having pulled himself from his sister's grasp, looked at me and Ford, still in an embrace. Mabel ran out of the room to go tell Stan.

"...When I asked if the person you were talking about was the author of the journals..." He furrowed his brows. I hesitantly pulled myself fully from Ford's arms and cleared my throat.

"I lied, yes." My hand was already up to stop him from asking questions or comment on my dishonesty. "Stan had asked me not to, it would have caused problems if you knew." The boy looked displeased with my answer.

"That's what Grunkle Stan said, too." He crossed his arms. "It's stupid! If we knew, we could have helped rebuild the portal and get Great Uncle Ford back!" His statement had Ford opening his mouth, but I was faster.

"Now, that's enough, young man!" I put one hand on my hip and pointed a finger at him. He jumped and his eyes widened. I'd never raised my voice at either of the twins before. "Stan is a ridiculously infamous liar, but this time he did out of necessity. You weren't there to see what happened after Ford was sucked into that portal, he was dealing with the grief of losing his brother and while I'm going to have very strong words with him out of earshot of you kids about rebuilding that machine, it's understandable how he went about things." Gretch sneezed, huffed and then looked away. I raised an eyebrow at them and put my other hand on my other hip. They gazed right back at me and yawned before laying down nonchalantly. I rolled my eyes. They never truly liked Stan. Ford laughed slightly at mine and Gretch's wordless exchange. I turned to him with a slight smile and a raised eyebrow. He only shook his head fondly.

"You're defending him?" Dipper stuck up his chin, ignoring the palisman. "I thought you guys didn't like each other..." A sigh escaped me at that. I crossed the room, pulled out a chair to the card table before sitting down. Ford followed to stand next to me, my heart swelled at the thought that he was here. Actually back.

"Stan and I don't always see eye to eye," I began, watching Dipper join me at the table, "but, well, I helped him for the first few months after the incident. With the portal, I mean. We looked through the research we had to figure it out."

"You helped with that?" Ford looked incredulous. "Why? It was dangerous!" His outburst made me look at him with a huff. Gretch snuffed out a laugh and made themself comfortable on the old yellow chair.

"I was getting to that." This seemed to placate him as he closed his mouth and cleared his throat in embarrassment. "Anyway, I had been helping him, reading through the only journal we had, before I'd looked at everything and used my oracle abilities to try and track down any others. I'd had a vision in my crystal of what would happen if I helped further and told Stan what I'd seen."

"I'm guessing he didn't believe you?" Dipper asked, rolling his eyes. I smiled at how the resemblance he had to Stan in that moment.

"He rolled his eyes just like that when I told him. Stan's always been a stubborn bas--ahem, man." I snickered, glancing at Ford and winking when our eyes met. His face reddened "It's a family trait, I've noticed."

"I'd hardly call myself stubborn." Ford crossed his arms and looked away. "It's not stubbornness when you're right." His defensiveness made me bark out a laugh. His face deepened in color as he refused to look at me.

"Okay, and when you told him what would happen and he didn't believe you, you stopped helping?" Dipper put his arms on the table and leaned towards me, eagerly waiting for the rest of the story.

"Well...not exactly." I looked off to the side, thinking how to phrase my words. "I mean, I stopped helping with the portal, yes, but I stayed until the Shack became more popular. In the beginning of the change, I understood needing the money, but the more ridiculous it became, the more I felt like it was wrong. We'd gotten into a huge fight over it. There's been tension ever since."

"So you and Gruncle Stan were never together?" Mabel's voice made me jump. I looked to see her sitting on the floor and Stan leaning against the yellow chair Gretch had fallen asleep in. He looked at Mabel in confusion. I rubbed my hand on my forehead and sighed.

"Mabel. I've told you this." I looked at Stan and scrunched my nose, he rolled his eyes, his arms crossed. "I have never, and I mean ever, considered Stan anything more than an unlikely friend." I looked at her and shook my head.

"Yeah, they're not my type anyway." He snickered. It was my turn to roll my eyes before crossing my own arms. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Yes, his type is anything twenty years younger and doesn't have enough wits to realize he isn't as funny as he thinks he is." I smirked at the indignant noise he made at my jab. "Or a spider." My last comment made Dipper and Mabel laugh as Stan's face grew red.

"Hey! She didn't look like a spider at the time!" He grumbled and looked back down at Gretch, poking them to try and get them to move. They growled in response. "How do you even know about that?" He looked at the kids and then grumbled under his breath again.

"Besides," I looked at Mabel, "I have my eye on only one person. I have since I first met him." Her eyes sparkled as she looked between me and Ford. Dipper looked exasperated.

"Is he Great Uncle Ford?!" She stood up and pointed at us both. I chuckled at her enthusiasm. Ford looked at her, his mouth agape and cheeks red. Dipper rolled his eyes, but seemed interested as he eyed both me and Ford with interest.

"Yes." I smiled at him as he already opened his mouth, words spilling out before he could register what I said.

"That's hardly an appropriate thing to say--" He stopped and looked at me. "Did you say yes?" He was staring at me in amazement. I could see Stan gagging in my peripheral vision. Mabel giggled and Dipper started writing down on a piece of paper.

"I did." I raised my eyebrow at Ford. "Did you forget about that kiss? I'm a bit insulted." He blinked and cleared his throat, looking away. His face was so red, I thought he was going to faint from the blood rush.

"No!" He cleared his throat again. "No, I just...I didn't think..." His gaze softened and he reached out to cup my face. I leaned in, keeping eye contact as he rubbed a thumb over my cheek. My hand reached up and held his there.

"Ugh, gross. Get a room." We both looked at Stan who gagged again. "At least take it outside." I rolled my eyes again and stood up, bringing Ford's hand from my face to hold between us. He looked at me as I reached up my own hand to bring his face closer to mine. At long last, I kissed him. He made a muffled noise of surprise but quickly leaned into the kiss. Stan and Dipper both groaned as Mabel cheered. I pulled back and looked Ford in the eyes.

"I wish I'd told you sooner," I leaned in and gave him another kiss, "I love you Stanford Pines."

~*~

Weirdmageddon had been concluded, the twins, both sets, safe and sound. Dipper and Mabel had their birthday before saying goodbye. I'd cried as I hugged them. They'd each received a charm of good luck. Ford and Stan had decided to sail around the world, inviting me to join them. I'd told them I'd let them catch up for a few years before setting sail with them. I'd be here when they came back during the summers.

"Are you sure? We don't mind, really." Ford had encouraged, but I shook my head with a smile. Stan shrugged his shoulders with a small smile.

"Yeah, it'd be nice to have a powerful witch aboard." He smacked a hand on my shoulder. I laughed and patted his hand. He moved it back to his side.

"I'm sure you boys can handle yourselves. Besides, I've waited this long." I looked at Stan then Ford. Gretch huffed and sat firmly next to Ford, daring me to try and stop her from going. "Fine by me, Gretch. Go on with them, I'll see you in a few years."

"It doesn't have to be years..." Ford looked down at them with a sheepish smile. "You could join us at the end of next summer." Stan gave a noise of agreement.

"Yeah!" Stan gave me a nudge. "It'd be nice to catch up with you, too." We had gained some of our friendship back during the apocalypse and I was glad for it. I smiled and shook my head fondly.

"Alright, fine." They both smiled at my confirmation. "Send me letters in the meantime." Stan agreed and went to say one more goodbye to his protege, Soos, before getting the car. Gretch huffed and walked off, deciding to stay with me after all. Ford stepped closer to me, gently cupping my face in one of his hands. We both leaned in and kissed. Stan drove up and honked the horn, causing us to reluctantly part.

"I promise to write." He gave me one more kiss before getting into the car and they both drove off. I kept waving until they were out of sight.

"See you next summer." I said before heading back home with Gretch. My heart felt full.

[jinx-xxed]

Ban Headcanons

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A/N: My first post with hopefully more to come! This is simple and something I’ve had sitting around for a long time! These are my own headcanons, please be respectful!

Content; NSFW headcanons under the cut

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- Pansexual!! I don’t care what anybody says, he won’t care what you identify as so long as you can match him.

- Loves attention and cuddling from his partner and would definitely get sad if they don’t give him enough of it.

- Love languages would be acts of service and physical touch.

- Absolutely loves cooking for his partner since it’s one of the things he’s good at. Give him praise, he loves it.

- Doesn’t get jealous super easily but if someone won’t take the hint or you’re giving a bunch of attention to someone else then he’d get annoyed/jealous.

- Doesn’t get jealous easily just because he knows the person attempting to get with you doesn’t stand much of a chance.

- Protective, very protective. After what happened with Elaine, he doesn’t intend to let anything bad happen to his next partner and he’d be sure to protect them at all costs, even if they could handle themselves. He won’t take risks with this.

- Very warm, how else would you explain him wearing pretty much nothing during the winter? So if you’re ever cold just use him as a personal heater.

- Big spoon all the time, he loves being able to bring you close and hold you at night as he’s falling asleep. If you snuggle into him or something similar he’d melt on the spot, he loves when you do that.

- If you wanted to be the big spoon every once in a while though he wouldn’t mind.

- Adores it when he sees you get excited about something you’re passionate about. He thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world.

- Will gladly listen to you ramble on about whatever you want, even if he doesn’t understand what the fuck you’re talking about.

- Lots of kisses everywhere, your forehead, cheek, neck, shoulder, anywhere he can reach he’ll kiss.

- PDA, this man is not at all afraid to show how much he loves you and he doesn’t care who’s looking.

- He doesn’t have a shameful bone in his body.

- Actually a pretty decent singer, although only you’d know that. His voice would be gentle, deep, and soothing. If you ask, he’d softly sing or hum a tune to help you fall asleep. Only you would get this privilege though.

- For some reason I feel like he’d smell fruity?? It’s different, I know, but considering all the ale he drinks and his association with the fairies I feel like it makes sense? It’d be a good kind of fruity!

- Or he smells like whatever he was cooking up in the kitchen!

- Definitely likes having his partner mess with his hair. How could you look at him and not want to mess with it? Don’t you want to know how soft it is?

NSFW headcanons

- Bondage. He likes seeing you all tied up and helpless beneath him.

- Likes tying you up the most but definitely wouldn’t mind being tied up either.

- Marking, biting, hickies, etc. He may not get jealous easily but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want others to know who you belong to.

- He’s got sharp fangs, he’s going to use them.

- Lives to please you.

- He’d let you set the pace at first if you wanted but just know he can only take so much before he’s fucking you into the bed.

- Would be willing to try anything new that you would suggest.

- Loves hearing you say his name, knowing he’s the only one who gets to see you like this and make you feel like this.

- King of aftercare, he knows he can be rough and he wants to make sure you’re properly taken care of. A warm bath, lots of cuddles, whatever you want he will be happy to get you.

[siriusleee]

i. hidden caches

Zombie Apocalypse AU | SIMON RILEY x f!READER

↳ SUMMARY: The world is trying to knit itself back together after fracturing apart. You're trying to put yourself back together with it; Simon Riley is just trying to stay alive. ↳ WORD COUNT: 2.2K ↳ TAGS: mentions of cannibalism, mentions of shooting things, mentions of dying. smut to come. canon typical violence to come. additional tags to come as the story progresses. female reader. no mentions of "your name". reader is given a nickname later on. nc-17. ↳ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to the lovely anon who asked for a scene from an apocalypse au, and this idea was born. If you'd like to donate to my Ko-Fi (my bed frame broke this week and a new one was $200 I didn't have), I would appreciate it. ↳ TAG LIST: There will not be a tag list for this story, as Tumblr has issues with letting me tag people. To get notifications of updates, please subscribe on AO3 or turn on notifications for my blog.

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The ending had come quicker than anyone expected. The epidemics and endemics and pandemics of the years past had given false confidence to everyone. We survived the last thing, the news reporters had said, gray building beneath their eyes, and we can survive this. Behind them images of towns being devoured played. 

Bodies can decompose in as little as nine days. The first to go is the soft tissue: the eyes, the tongue, the soft flesh of the cheeks. When bacteria and insects are introduced, the flesh breaks down faster. Bones take longer - sometimes years to fully wear away into the dust that collects underfoot. But these things - whatever turned them kept them covered in a thin layer of adipocere to protect them from the elements. They kept shuffling along long past the time when they should have reverted back to a primordial soup where they lay.

But they still decomposed. The trick was to stay ahead of them, away from the gnashing teeth that transmitted the virus, away from the hands and feet that never seemed to tire. So few people could. Whole towns and cities were decimated, felled beneath the hordes of horror that ambled slowly past, swallowed up by the feet that didn’t stop moving until they wore themselves down to stubs, which were them pulled forward by hands and knees that never tired. 

But yours did. The familiar path towards the north was more overgrown this year than in the past. For a few years, there had been wary companions, eyes that lingered until the snow and frost rolled in to freeze the Biters where they stood. But as the years wanned on the crowd grew smaller and smaller until you only caught hints of others moving north: horse prints, trash left behind, the occasional Biter left decomposing in the bushes. 

This year there was nothing. Either you had moved too early or there was no one left. The latter is too terrifying, so you push it away and think about whatever groups may wander through here after you.

The woods loom tall above you, the snow that fell earlier in the morning just barely dusting the branches above your head. None of it had reached the leaves that are too waterlogged from recent rains to crunch beneath your feet. A blister is rubbing itself raw at your ankle; you know that if you don’t stop to treat it, it will be unbearable tomorrow, but you brush the thought off. You need to reach the marker before nightfall.

The markers had appeared between one trip north and your trip back down. 

West Village - 20km

The first year it had appeared left the group you were with in a tizzy. The group had fractured down the middle. If all of you found each other, how hard was it to think that a larger group had finally banned together? Civilization needed to rebuild eventually.

You didn’t trust the shaky scrawl that printed the words, so you had been with the group that refused to go. The next year there was another marker tacked to the first.

Body snatchers. Beware.

It was amazing to you: how well rumors could start and spread without phones or the internet. For months, every person you and your group came across would give the same warning, and ask you all the same questions. Have you seen the body snatchers? Are you the body snatchers?

Humans turned cannabolids. Farms where people were forced to reproduce. Spits with babies roasting above the fire. You wanted to think that it was the stuff of fiction.

In the third year, there was another argument. The group cleaved in half again when the promise of civilization reared its head. Your group had divided again at the markers, disappearing into the thick woods. 

Almost no one survived the winter that year. You’d held the hands of all the dying and covered them under a thick blanket of snow before dividing their possessions up between the remainder of the group. In the end, there were just three of you. And when the winter rolled away you all broke apart, whatever ties that held you all together broken by the cold. 

The next year you were the only one in your camp. 

The markers had become a sort of prayer to you, that one day you’d meet someone else on the road - some scream and shout that there were others out there even if you were too wary to speak to them.

But it’s been two years - the crude paint of the West Village sign fading, the body snatchers warning falling to the earth unceremoniously. The wood started to rot. 

And you were utterly alone. Around you, the sound of nature getting ready for the winter fills in the ever-present silence that usually surrounds you. It’s been weeks since you’d last seen a person: a lone traveler moving in the opposite direction as you. And you’d hid from them, worried that they were the sort of feral people turned into when they were alone for too long - a body snatcher. Worried that you were that kind of feral. 

You know the markers when you approach them like your body’s memorized the number of steps it takes to reach them. Your chest thumps as you approach the spot where they should be nailed to a tree, growing taller into the air each year. Your boots falter against the wet leaves as you approach the place. 

The markers have been repainted. Or at least the West Village one has. This time it’s nailed to a post in the ground; you bend down to inspect the dirt around the post. It’s packed underneath a thick layer of loam - whoever put it up must have put it up much earlier in the year. The thought sends a shiver down your spine. You wonder if any members of your former group are still there. 

For half a second, you think about following the arrow, but before the thought can fully form in your head, you let your feet carry you forward on the path. Just ahead is the rest area you’ve always used. Your tree, one with branches high enough that the only things who can see you are the birds whose nests you disturb, erupts from the ground ahead of you.

You climb up like you were taught; throwing your rope onto the first branch you can physically reach and lash it to yourself. It’s more difficult to climb the tree with your pack and bow, but you don’t want to risk leaving it behind for anyone who may come through after you. When you reach the point where the rope reaches the tree, you pull yourself onto the branch. The blister on your ankle is screaming, but you don’t pause until your hammock is secure and your harness is wrapped around you. The cool wind cuts through the thin fabric of the hammock, but it’s not too cold as you peel back your socks to reveal an angry raw spot crawling across your ankle.

Too tired to do much more, you slide your other boot off, tying them together and then to your pack. The gentle sway of the trees makes your eyelids heavy, and you let yourself drift off into the first good night's sleep you’ve had in a while. 

The bitter cold wakes you up, the wind moving your hammock back and forth gently. The darkness spins above you, clouds backlit by the moon. Not for the first time you think about how easy it used to be, curled up with another warm body beneath the thick blankets - how easy it was to switch on the percolator in the morning and wrap your hands around a warm cup of coffee, how easy -

You press the heel of your hands into your eyes and try to press away the thoughts that are racing through your brain. Remembering the before drives people crazy; you’ve seen how it can eat people up and you refuse to let it eat at you. So you pull your thermal blanket closer around yourself and try to get some sleep.

But the sun rises earlier than you expected and extra sleep never comes. 

It doesn’t take long for you to pack what little you have back in your pack and descend back down. At the bottom you dig out the little bit of jerky you still have saved from the summer months; it’s disgusting, but it’s enough to push you forward to the next place. 

You walk the entire time with your bow in your hand, waiting for some animal to run out in front of you and meet its mark, but the forest is silent today as you push towards the next stop in your journey north, a small nameless village secluded away from the rest of civilization - just good enough to sleep in for the night. 

The sun has just started to sink below the treeline when the village finally springs into view. The blister on your ankle has popped, and you think you can feel blood rushing into your sock, but you don’t dare stop and check; you don’t want the scent of fresh blood to attract any Biters that may be hidden away for now. Your fingers cramp around the bow and your stomach growls. You’d picked a smooth rock up from the ground hours earlier and popped it into your mouth to try and trick yourself into thinking you were eating something, but it hadn’t worked. If anything it made your hunger worse.

There was salvation coming - on your second year coming through here you’d snuck off from the group and buried a cache. Each year you did your best not to touch it unless it was to refill something inside of it, but this year you knew you’d have to empty it. 

You crunch over tire tracks that crisscross over each other on the main road into the village; they’re dry enough that you know whoever managed to scrape up enough gas to drive in and out was gone, but the thought of someone driving up on you made you nervous, and make your steps quicken. If people were driving through here then you needed to be gone before sunlight tomorrow. 

Weary, you push yourself towards the back half of the village to a little two-story you know well. It had been the same house your group, and then yourself, slept in each year on your way to the north camp; in the back, beneath an overturned chair that was slowly rotting with time, your little cache was stored. 

You shoulder your way through the half-rotted back gate and freeze. The chair is tossed to the side, rusted parts puzzle pieced across the ground. And directly where your cache had been buried is a hole, smoothed over from time and rain. 

You could cry if you had any water left in you to cry. So instead you walk numbly into the house - habit making you click the lock on the door even though it’s long since stopped working. The same thick dust that was here last year is still across the floor, so thick your steps don’t even disturb it. You pass through the living area and up the steps. On the landing, you don’t pause - to the left of you is the nursery that’s always been empty. The first few times you’d stopped here the sight of the broken-down white crib and sage walls made something ache inside of you, and you’d learned not to look. It’s better to just let things alone and try to stifle your imagination.

The attic ladder swings down with ease and you test your weight on the rungs before climbing up - any broken bones and you may as well just shoot yourself where you lay. It creaks ominously beneath you but keeps as you clamber through the hole. You let yourself collapse on the floor beside the ladder after pulling it up, and wrapping a rope around the ladder to keep anyone from pulling it down in the night. All at once, hunger and exhaustion pull you down towards the floor. 

You’ll have to shoot something tomorrow and check the well for fresh water. There are still to many miles before you make it north enough to be safe for the winter, and you won’t make it without water and food. 

You try to distract yourself from the cramping of hunger and how little water is left in your jug by peeling your boots off. As you’d thought, the blister had split and bled, but thankfully your sock had caught most of it. 

You clean up the best you can in the dusty light filtering in from the little window that looks out the back garden and wonder who could have known the cache was there. An old group member who spotted you checking it in the past? Or was it a lucky guess, someone who came through after you and spotted the freshly disturbed dirt and came to the right inference?

You try to tell yourself it doesn’t matter as you pull your thermal blanket from your pack and lay down, but you can’t quite convince yourself of that lie. 

[nkn0va]

THE 100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL

The homie @devfps found a thing for me. As a Seth main myself, I am now morally obligated to write the first ever genderbend Under Night x reader piece. And also I figured it was about time Under Night took a spotlight for once since it's mostly Blazblue. What better way to do that than write a very special oneshot for my main in this game as a little love letter of sorts to the most underrated fighting game on the market.

Also I know some of you might've been expecting an event of some kind but my inbox is way too full for that right now lmao

Also don't be surprised if shadow edits are made to make it better at any point in the future (In trying to find the source of the art, the artists' account has unfortunately been deleted/banned. It was found in a FB group reposting it. https://www.facebook.com/share/p/SLBCyMmzbFvTqtaZ/?mibextid=qi2Omg)

(After all my 5 minutes of research, turns out the name Sethe exists, and is a girl name, so that makes my job a hell of a lot easier)

A soft, quiet sigh escaped her pale lips as the sound of the bell rang throughout the school. It was just one of those days, the ones that felt never-ending. Exams drawing near, projects piling up, all with winter fast approaching. As if the cold season put the world itself into stasis, freezing time down to a shivering cold crawl. Well, there was nothing she could do about it. No point in complaining to the world itself, not when it had a history of never paying attention to her silent pleas for help, it's uncaring apathy as cold as the air that blew this time of year.

Steel grey eyes peered out the window next to her desk as she stood up. It was already the first snow of the season. It definitely came far earlier than last year. At least she was prepared for such a possibility.

Sethe had come with a plain black sweater vest in place of her school uniform, just in case. She blended in enough with the crowd to avoid the teachers and not get chewed out for it. If the snow hadn't come, it was easy enough to go into the bathroom and change out of it. As she left the classroom and made her way out into the hall she reached into her bag and pulled out a long, blue scarf. A bit too long for her comparatively small, thin body, yes, but it got the job done, so no reason to complain about it.

At least that's what she thought.

The snow had already started to gather on and cover the ground, albeit not much. It had apparently been snowing quite a bit since lunch, it was already a good couple inches deep. Sethe made her way outside and immediately made for her way home, she had nothing else to do in this annoyance of an obligation, nor did she feel the need to find something. Her absent train of thought was soon interrupted by a sudden, chilling gust of wind that chilled her to the bone. Her arms instinctively wrapped around herself as she grit her teeth.

She stopped in place momentarily to recollect herself, but just as quickly resumed her walk. The trains were likely going to be packed to hell and back in this weather, it would be more efficient to just walk there, as much of a pain as it was. She didn't get much farther though before a familiar voice called out from behind her.

"Guess even weather like this isn't enough to slow you down, huh?"

Sethe immediately stopped once more, her posture straightening in surprise as her head whipped around, only to see s/o. "Learn to relax a bit, yeah? At least enough for me to catch up."

Her body had now turned a tad more in their direction, the lower part of her face obscured by the scarf. "You're saying that like you almost want me to stay at school for something." Her voice took on it's usual quiet, restrained tone, though without the usual apathy or even defensiveness it had during the occasional instances she talked to her peers. S/o just seemed to have that effect on her, she couldn't bring herself to chase them away if she tried.

"Hey now, I wasn't saying that. Is it really a crime to wanna walk home with my girlfriend, spend some much needed alone time with her?" As the words came out of S/o's mouth, Sethe felt her cheeks heat up slightly, though it was made a tad more noticeable by how pale she was. The thought of being in a relationship...it was never a thought that had occurred to her before, being so focused on the duty that's sworn herself to, to free the Night Blade's princess from her curse. That was at least until she met s/o.

"Well... I never meant to imply that, but..."

She was cut off by an amused chuckle from s/o before she could think of a response. "Come on, you know I'm just messing with you. Let me at least walk you home." They took a few steps to catch up and be at her side as Sethe silently nodded and the two resumed your walk.

It was a relatively long way to where she lived. For a while it was all but completely silent, only broken by the snow crunching with their footsteps. Yet for the both of them, it was a comfortable one. At least it was until another gust of wind sent them both shivering. This was not going to work. It was then Sethe got an idea.

"...Here. Come closer."

"O...k...?" S/o confusedly side stepped towards her, and before they could register what was happening they felt a cloth make it's way around their shoulders and circle back around towards Sethe. The reserved young woman herself though seemed almost more surprised by her own actions than you did. Her face turning noticeably more red.

"There...now we shouldn't at least be as cold like this. Just try not to fall behind." Sethe resumed her walking, s/o guided along by the scarf to follow suit. It wasn't a complete, foolproof way of staying warm amidst the cold, but it was better than nothing. And she'd be lying to herself if she tried saying s/o's body warmth wasn't at least somewhat of a comfort.

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she immediately felt the heat start creeping up on her face, this time much more prominent than normal as it finally occurred to her. She had initiated intimacy with s/o. Granted it wasn't exactly much, but this was pretty much the first time she had done so. She looked toward the corner of her eye over to s/o to gauge their reaction. She didn't quite know what she expected, however she still found herself pleasantly surprised.

S/o's shivering had mostly stopped, now walking along with Sethe, seemingly perfectly peaceful and content. Yes, the two were dating, but it hadn't been for all that long yet. She almost couldn't believe it. Her presence seemed to be welcome for s/o, just like their was for her, despite her stoic attitude, how cold she could seem sometimes, just like the unpleasant weather they were being forced to trudge through. Yet her coldness was one that s/o seemed to not care about, not feel any less about her for.

"Sethe? Are you alright?" S/o's voce once again snapped her out of her thoughts, the blushing only intensifying.

"You're getting red. Nothing's wrong, right?"

She shook her head and looked forward once more, attempting to bury her face in the scarf a bit more as much as she could. "No, it's just the cold."

"You're not getting sick, are you? That's kinda the last thing you need right now with how hectic school's starting to get and all."

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." Sethe's reply didn't really convince s/o. Not the part about not being sick, but rather about the redness on her face. They were well aware intimacy was never her strong suit. However they knew openly teasing her about it was not wise, lest they wanted to ruin the moment. The one she had started for a change, no less. No reason to look a gift horse in the mouth, so they decided to quit while they were ahead.

Their body heat combined in the close proximity of the shared scarf as they both adjusted their paces to match the other. Despite the occasional winds that would bite at them, they were able to keep going, now having each other's warmth and support to stay strong. Their shoulders brushed against each other, as their body temperatures mingled and found solace from the biting cold in each other. At some point, s/o's gaze seemed to gravitate over to Sethe as well from the edge of their peripheral vision. They could spot the snowflakes starting to pepper her mostly black hair, protecting her delicate face from the precipitation. The setting sun was shining down on her, contrasting with her dark eyes in a way that seemed to set them ablaze in a subtle, yet genuine show of her natural beauty. S/o seriously couldn't figure out why she seemed to be so ignored by their shared peers, not when she practically stole their breath away in times like this. She seemed content with that however, so it probably wasn't their place to speak on it anyway. Not like they were complaining, to them it meant no one would be trying to hit on her.

The walk felt like it was lasting forever, though to both of them, that would've been far from the worst outcome, even if they didn't say that out loud. They probably didn't even need to in the first place. Unfortunately, it was proven to them once more that good things aren't always meant to last, Sethe's house soon coming into their view. The Night Blade assassin stopped as they came in front of it, making s/o stop to so as not to accidentally push her over.

"Well, here we are." She took back her scarf, gently pulling it off around s/o's shoulders. "The snow's not going away anytime soon. Are you sure you're gonna be fine making it back home?"

S/o gave a disarming wave of their hand. Despite Sethe trying to play it off casually, s/o knew better. There was concern for them deep down. "I can put up with the trains just fine. It'll be a pain right now, but at least I'm not gonna freeze."

Sethe nodded at their response. "Yeah, that might be the best course of action. I just don't want you getting yourself hurt."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she quickly realized what she said. Her face started turning red once more as she averted her gaze staying silent. Despite her instinct to quickly take back what she said, she knew that would only make her sound bad. She froze up, the words dying in her throat as s/o couldn't hold back the smile creeping onto their own face. Both in contentment and reassurance.

"I'll be fine, you can relax. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Despite herself, Sethe could only find herself smiling back. A small one, almost unnoticeable to most people, but a smile nonetheless. A reward for s/o after learning to spot these rare occasions she did.

"Well, tomorrow's a school day. A rather redundant question, no?"

S/o let out a light laugh, genuinely at peace in her presence. "Yeah fair enough. The reassurance still helps though, especially coming from you. I know I can always count on you."

The sudden profession caught Sethe off guard, her eyes widening slightly as they snapped back to s/o. "You...you can?"

S/o nodded, their facial expression making it seem as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Of course. It's probably the biggest reason I wanted to be with you. Even when we met, you never went back on your word. That kind of honesty isn't something you find every day. That determination is what I always admired about you the most."

Sethe was clearly not used to receiving compliments, no less such genuine ones from someone she cared about. There was no hiding her blush now, despite her trying to bury her face in the scarf and turning her head away. "I...I see..."

She wanted to return the favor. All the reasons she felt the same about s/o threatened to spill out all at once, but were almost painfully stopped by her own inhibition and nervousness. Her instinct telling her that sharing her feelings about them would only make them laugh or become uncomfortable, yet her rational mind telling her that was a stupid fear.

Much to her relief, s/o didn't seem off put by her silence, seeming to read her once again, just like the way they always did. That almost unreasonable amount of patience that could only come from truly caring about another person, the kind that Sethe was a stranger to up until only recently, but eventually one that could only bring the small yet genuine smile back to her face. They understood what she was feeling, and felt no reason to judge her or question her further.

S/o turned off to the side to leave. "You should head inside and warm up. I should be getting to doing the same. See you tomorrow." They raised their hand up in a wave and began to walk back they way they came, heading toward the train station.

Sethe stood where she was a bit longer, watching them as they slowly but surely disappeared into the distance. While they weren't looking, she gave her own small, subtle wave, feeling that strange but familiar warmth in her chest, the one she would only feel when around S/o.

That feeling welling up in her body, the one she only felt for S/o; that was what made her sure she was truly in love.

[succubus-hansol]

.₊•✧˚┊Can’t Stop My Universe┊˚✧•₊.

.₊•✧˚ ┊ MasterList ┊˚✧•₊.

➤┊SeungIN┊

↪⇢ The Missing Hoodie

↪⇢ Morning

↪⇢ You Are My Yellow

↪ ⇢ My Yellow

➤┊Seungmin┊

↪⇢ Like Soda Pop

➤┊Jeongin┊

↪⇢ Autumn Blankets

↪⇢ Jeongin Vocals

➤┊Other┊

↪⇢ Cuddles With Chris

↪⇢ ChanLix x Mn

.₊•✧˚ ┊ Requested ┊˚✧•₊.

➤┊SeungIN x MN┊

↪��� SeungIn Art By @sadlyshipwrecked

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Yang Jeongin ║ Classification: SFW, Art

↪⇢ Steal Stole Stolen By @heartbinn

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Yang Jeongin x M!Reader ║ Classification: SFW ║ Summary: I.n steals puppy's favourite hoodie and when Seung goes looking for it (annoyed) Mn sells him out. Innie just wanted to be covered in his hyungs scent. You offer Seung you're favourite hoodie in exchange and he's finally happy again.

↪⇢ SeungIn x M!Reader By @soaplickerrr

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Yang Jeongin x M!Reader ║ Classification: SFW ║ Summary: After a long day at practice Minnie is drained, So Innie and Mn decide to have a movie night filled with cuddles and kisses for their hyung

↪⇢ JeongMin x Maknae By @james-is-here

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Yang Jeongin x M!Reader ║ Classification: NSFW ║ Summary: After the concert, Mn is tired and drained, But Innie is feeling needy. Reader wakes up to his hyungs trying to be quiet and not wake their partner.

↪⇢ The Fox and The Hound By @cbini

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Yang Jeongin x Gn!Reader (Mentions of poly OT8) ║ Classification: NSFW ║ Summary: It’s movie night in the BokSeungAhRi dorm and Innie can’t seem to control himself. Nuzzled up to your core on the couch, The others watch as he’s drunk on your pussy. Ends with Seungie coming in for you to fuck him.

➤┊Seungmin x MN┊

↪⇢ Tied up By @james-is-here

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Kim Seungmin x M!Reader ║ Classification: NSFW ║ Summary: Seungmins body is so perfect, we all agree right? His soft body toned and tight skin stretched along his stomach, long abdomen that leads into his beautiful hip bones, bruises still visible but fading. Seung loves the feeling of rope against his delicate skin. Sometimes he just does a simple chest tie under his clothes to feel the gentle rub.

↪⇢ Pretty Boy By @asterifish

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Kim Seungmin x M!Reader ║ Classification: Fluff, Suggestive Themes ║ Summary: Sometimes he just wants to be babied and doted on by you, being able to let his walls down and feel free and floaty.

➤┊Jeongin x MN┊

↪⇢ Disobeyed By @james-is-here

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Gn!Reader ║ Classification: SFW ║ Summary: Naughly Innie just can’t help but touch himself to the thought of his boyfriend, even though he’s on a ban.

↪⇢ A Day Of Self-Care By @soaplickerrr

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Yang Jeongin x M!Reader ║ Classification: SFW ║ Summary: Ayen and Mn paint their nails together on their day off. They could maybe be having a self-care day together just chilling.

➤┊Other┊

↪⇢ Felix x Gn!Reader by @soaplickerrr

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Lee Felix x Gn!Reader (Mentions of poly OT8) ║ Classification: SFW ║ Summary: Video games, Felix gets frustrated because he keeps dying on a level of his game and asks Yn for help, The latter having been laying on Lix’s bed scrolling on his phone and laughing as Felix's struggles. Ofc Yn manages to defeat the level after their second try, and Felix is in awe but also playfully gets jealous.

.₊•✧˚ ┊ Extras ┊˚✧•₊.

➤┊Fav Fics┊

➤┊I Got Tagged┊

➤┊DominATE tour in Melbourne┊

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Dean Obeidallah at The Dean's Report:

Donald Trump wants Muslim Americans to forget the hell he put our community through in the past and now support him in the 2024 race—as we saw at his rally Saturday in Michigan. To be blunt: No politician has ever weaponized anti-Muslim hate like Trump did during the 2016 campaign and as President--as I wrote about years ago for MSNBC.com.   I will never forget the horror of watching Trump on national TV time and time again during the 2016 campaign lying about Muslims to our fellow Americans in an effort to score points with the bigots of the GOP base. And worse, the MAGA crowd at his rallies cheered the hate directed at us. As an adult it was jarring but to Muslim American children at the time it was deeply frightening—as I heard from parents--making them wonder if they belong in this country and would their parents be deported simply for being Muslim. Here are some of the worst of Trump’s campaign of anti-Muslim hate that has stayed with me from the 2016 campaign:

       Lying that Muslim Americans in New Jersey cheered the 9/11 attack. He repeated this over and over despite it being fact checked as a lie: “There were people over in New Jersey that were watching it, a heavy Arab population, that were cheering as the buildings came down. Not good.”

      Trump smeared all Muslims while on CNN in March 2016 as hating Americans: “I think Islam hates us. There’s something there that — there’s a tremendous hatred there.”

       Trump claimed in 2016 campaign that American Muslims were not fully American and wanted to destroy the nation from within: “This all happened because, frankly, there’s no assimilation. They are not assimilating . . . They want to go by sharia law. They want sharia law.”

      Trump claimed on Fox News that Muslims in America know where the terrorists are but we refuse to turn them in: “They're going to have to turn in the people that are bombing the planes. And they know who the people are. And we're not going to find the people by just continuing to be so nice and so soft.” 

       Trump’s calls for a ban on Muslims coming to America: “I, Donald J. Trump is calling for a total and complete shutdown of Muslims entering the United States until our country’s representatives can figure out what is going on.”

Trump calling for a total Muslim ban and the MAGA crowd at the event cheering was one of the most bone-chilling events I’d seen in American politics at that point. (Trump’s Jan 6 terrorist attack has eclipsed that.) The real world impact of Trump’s non-stop demonization of Muslims was that hate crimes against Muslims in 2016 actually reached a higher level than in the year after 9/11. Women with hijabs were punched in the face, mosques in America were being defaced literally with bigots writing the word “Trump” like it was a modern-day swastika, Muslim students were being bullied at record numbers and more. And as President, Trump continued with his hate directed at our community. His first act as President was to sign his “Muslim ban” by way of executive order. He retweeted anti-Muslim bigots on Twitter who were peddling lies about Muslims in America being a threat.  

Trump continually demonized Rep. Ilhan Omar who is Muslim and an immigrant to the point where at his 2019 rally, his despicable fans chanted about her, “Send her back!” And the list goes on. And during the 2024 campaign, Trump is back to his anti-Muslim BS. He has repeatedly pledged that if elected he will impose a bigger Muslim ban. While making this vow, Trump has peddled even more anti-Muslim garbage, declaring, “When I return to office, the travel ban is coming back even bigger than before and much stronger than before. We don't want people blowing up our shopping centers. We don't want people blowing up our cities.”  In other words, he’s telling his base that Muslims will come to the US and blow up shopping malls. (Of course, at the same time, Trump despicably defends his Jan 6 terrorists as “patriots.”)

Since the war in Gaza, Trump has made it clear that he would never allow Palestinian refugees from that area into the United States. Worse, he has 100% backed up Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s mass slaughter of Palestinians in Gaza criticizing Biden for trying to “hold back” Netanyahu’s military actions.  And as reported yesterday in The Washington Post, Trump recently told Netanyahu, “Do what you have to do” when it comes to military actions in Gaza and Lebanon. Yet Trump is now trying to attract Muslim Americans to support him. My response is simple: Trump can go F**k himself. Sorry, I’m from New Jersey and when it comes to despicable bigots like Trump that is the response he deserves.

[...] Muslim Americans becoming active in all political parties is a great thing. While I’d prefer they all be progressive Democrats like me, no community is monolithic—nor is it in their best interest to be. But Muslims publicly endorsing Trump who has intentionally demonized Muslims for years to score political points, incited hate crimes against us, backed Netanyahu’s mass killing in Gaza and is pledging a larger Muslim ban is awful.

Dean Obeidallah is saying what needs to be said about Donald Trump’s recent outreach to Muslims disappointed with the Biden Administration’s pandering to Israel despite his past Islamophobia: “Trump can go F**k himself”

See Also:

MMFA: In reporting on Trump's outreach to Arab American voters, national and Michigan outlets excluded Trump’s promise to reinstate a Muslim ban

[strikerangel]

Okay saur. I was thinking abt agereggssor qcharlie. And i just finished the first gegg stream. So. Ive got hcs and also madness in my bones

Mariana is his main caretaker and is. Alright at it. Hes incredibly over protective when hes on though. No fun adventures for gegg when his mom is around #>>

Charlie regresses from like. 3months old to around 5 at any given day. Tiny baby gegg is incredibly sensitive to being called odd or weird so he sticks to the nicer caretakers those days

His pacifier is light green and has a green fish on it! His favorite onesie is yellow and has bees printed! His body physically regresses too, so he actually looks like a 3 month old when hes 3 months.

The day that gegg was introduced to the server mariana has entrusted him in the care of quackity. Bad idea quackity is a shitty caretaker who left him.

So phil gets the baby boy next! Yay. And hes like. Okay so i guess i need to treat him like the eggs. And he does. But that does NOT stop him from calling gegg odd . He just means it way more affectionatly than quackity did.

Roier is more of the fun uncle caretaker than dad. Which means gegg gets into so much trouble. Bobby and gegg are let loose and wreak havoc on various places!

Wilbur soot is banned from taking care of gegg.

So is quackity

Wil made him so upset one time while regressed that he fucked the whole day up. Please stop putting babies in cages.

Foolish is a pretty good caretaker when hes not going absolutely crazy building that damn dragon. Gegg has fallen off of it so much that mariana just buys a baby carrier for when gegg is over there.

Jaiden is a very good caretaker. She does not call gegg weird where he can hear her and that makes her. Better than. Alot of people on this list unsurprisingly. She takes him and bobby on fun adventures and teaches them how to cook. Or atleast she attempts to.

Maximus is also a little so he is . not allowed to take care of gegg. It would be the blind leading the blind and that never goes well. However they do have fun together on the occasions where they have the same caretakers!

Luzu (little hc of mine uwu) is a very good caretaker for gegg, while he may dislike charlie he is so soft for gegg its crazy. Arin likes gegg too but is a bit more firm with him.

Vegetta is a good caretaker for gegg too. Although theres a bit more of a languahe barrier he also takes care of biden when roier or dan cant do it. So hes good.

DO NOT LEAVE GEGG WITH DEVIL RUBIUS OR ANGEL RUBIUS HE WILL BITE BOTH OF THEM.

Missa is a alright caretaker, he gets overwhelmed easily when taking care of both gegg and chayanne though.

Fit is a great caretaker. He fights he protects but he is also bald. Immediate trust from Huevos and Gegg is no different. No, but seriously he gives Gegg souvenirs and also a gun.

Spreen. Is not a caretaker. Hes really bad at it too (fuckin left ramon. No one has seen him in weeks. Fit thinks hes dead)

Badboyhalo is a main caretaker. While he does rank lower than luzu on the 'who should i give gegg too while im out' list hes pretty damn good. He, gegg, and dapper work on the farm, play in the dirt most days. And then they go inside they bake! Fun activities for babies.

Dan is not a good caretaker he is liable to leave gegg out in the sun /j. No but seriously, when dans on hes an alright caretaker. They do science experiments and occasionally they blow up.

Egg section

Bobby is the worst around gegg. They blow eachother up and other things up too. However they work pretty well together in the kitchen

Chayanne views gegg as another egg under his protection, his left hand man actually. U mess with gegg you get ur ass kicked by both him and chayanne as they are very likely to double team ur ass

Tallulah likes gegg when she doesnt have to share her dad with him. Which. She doesnt anymore because her dad is BANNED from watching gegg. They play music together and while they may be off sync, its pretty fuckin cute lads.

Dapper likes gegg, theyre geggfriends and gegg can make stuff stick really well so buidling stuff with him is a blast.

Ramon likes gegg well enough, dislikes how goopy he is sometimes though. Goop in his mustache. They dance together often though, and ramon is very happy to find someone to dance with.

Leonarda fucking LOVES gegg. She is very willing to teach him everything about being an egg and is liable to kick wilbur in the shins everytime he comes over.

[moononastring]

↠ SJM Fanfic Masterlist

Below you will find all my SJM fanfic linked! Thanks for reading and enjoy :) | PLEASE NOTE: All fanfic has been updated and uploaded to @lucienarcheron my main blog!

🌹 A Court of Thorns and Roses

🦊🌸 Elain Archeron x Lucien Vanserra [ Elucien ]

Bouquet Full of Loathing Rated SFW | Fluff & Humor Flower Shop Modern AU - Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says, “How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?” | 

Bouquet Full of Love Rated SFW | Fluff & Humor Elain visits Lucien at work, new bouquet in hand.

The Sun Rated SFW | Fluff/Angst Elain has a nightmare and turns to her mate for soothing.

No Place I'd Rather Be Rated SFW |  Fluff with a smidge of angst. Elain's visions giving her nightmares that can only be soothed by one person.

 A Light Against the Darkness   Rated SFW | Angst/fluff Lucien battles his own nightmares with Elain there to soothe him.

Forget Me Not Rated SFW | Fluff Drunk Elain and her shenanigans.

Boys Night Out Rated SFW | Humor & fluff Drunk Lucien and his shenanigans. – companion to Forget Me Not. 

Sleeping Beauty Rated NSFW-ish | Fluff ‘Wake me up’ kisses because foxboy and flower girl can't help themselves.

A Fox and a Flower Crown Rated NSFW-ish | Fluff + Humor Elain has a vision and it, uh, has her feeling all types of ways.

Tales of the Fox & the Fawn A series of short snippets to fill my Elucien heart.

Around the World - Part 1 | Part 2 | Bonus Rated NSFW |  Prostitute/Client AU for laughs.

An Unexpected Visit Rated SFW | Fluff Drunk Lucien visits Elain at an inappropriate hour.

Quiet Thunder - Part 1 | Part 2 Rated SFW | Angst | Lucien expresses his frustrations to Elain. Elain follows up.

Morning Pranks Rated SFW | Fluff.

First Kisses Rated SFW | Fluff.

Instincts - Part 1 | Part 2 Rated SFW Lucien follows his instincts when it comes to Elain. It's the start of something new.

Frenzy Rated NSFW Elain and Lucien like to spend their yearly mating anniversary fully wrapped in each other, sinking into a frenzy.

A Simple Request Rated NSFW-ish. A still shy Elain finds a different way to tell her mate what she wants.

Inspiration Rated NSFW | Modern AU Aspiring writer Elain Archeron is looking for some inspiration for her new novel when she happens to meet the perfect man for the job.

Oh, What a Night (Elucien + Nessian)Rated SFW | Fluff Nesta and Elain’s first Starfall, the two celebrating it in different ways.

Drabbles

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🍂 Eris Vanserra

Spirit Meets the Bones Rated M | Eris x Iris (OC) | Drama & Romance An arranged marriage brought them together and beneath all the hate, the two are more alike than they’d like to be.

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✨🖌Feyre Archeron x Rhysand [ Feysand ]

Big Baby Rated SFW | Humor & fluff | Modern AU Rhys gets drunk at the bar and calls Feyre to rant about how much he loves her. 

All It Takes is A Wingman Rated SFW | Humor & Fluff | Modern AU ‘Hey I’m sorry to bother you but I’m trying to convince my friends I’m a sex god so can you please write a fake number on this napkin for me real quick’

Do the Do Rated SFW | Rhysand x Reader (but really it’s Feyre) | Fluff & Humor Rhysand taking care of your ridiculously drunk self.

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⚔️🔥 Nesta Archeron x Cassian [ Nessian ]

Bouquet Full of Lust (ft. Elucien) Rated SFW | Fluff & Humor Nesta gets a little taste of sisterly revenge. | Read after Bouquet Full of Love and Bouquet Full of Love

Oh, What a Night (Nessian + Elucien) Rated SFW | Fluff Nesta and Elain’s first Starfall, the two celebrating it in different ways.

Banned by the Boss Rated SFW | Fluff & Humor  Nesta pulls a mama bear move and bans both mating bonds of her sisters.  

Till the Darkness Dies Rated SFW | Angst and fluff Nesta’s battle against her inner demons.

Butter My Muffin Rated SFW | Fluff Nesta being a very soft girlfriend in private with Cassian combined with how I picture Drunk!Nesta.

Protect & Serve Rated SFW | Fluff Nesta has a nightmare and just wants to make sure Cassian is okay.

My Remedy Rated SFW | Fluff Cassian helps Nesta overcome her fear of the bathtub.

Change of Pace Rated Steamy | Modern AU “I chickened out of sex ages ago and you haven’t brought it up since but now I really want it, but I'm terrible at communication, so let me just strip shirtless/model lingerie for you until you snap”

Weakness Rated SFW | Steamy fluff Cassian does love his mate.

My Curse to Bear Rated SFW | Steamy fluff | Modern AU Based on the prompt “Matching couple shirts that say “bearer of the curse” on one of them and, “the curse” on the other”

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⚫️ Azriel

Choices - [ Gwynriel ] Rated NSFW-ish. Gwyn makes choices for her happiness.

An Ember Among the Shadows Rated PG-13/M | Azriel x Lucy (OC)  | Drama and romance  A sibling reunion, new friendships forged, and a possible attempt at finding love. A story about our favorite Shadowsinger. | DISCONTINUED.

A Not So Secret Affair Rated SFW | Azriel x Reader | Azriel slipping up about his not-so-secret love.

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💥Crackship: Feyrhycien (Feyre x Rhys x Lucien)

 Ice Cream Delights Rated: SFW | Modern AU “God damnit, now all I can think about right now is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.”

 Barbie & Her Two Kens Rated SFW | Modern AU Bored/Drunk Feyre bothering her boys 

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👑 Throne of Glass

Boner for You - Elide & Lorcan [ Elorcan ] Rated SFW | Humor & fluff  Fake Dating AU where Lorcan just wants Elide to be his girlfriend for a party and Elide wants to pretend she isn’t thrilled about it.

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✨ Tumblr Prompts ( ACOTAR & TOG )

Masterlist

[i-eat-deodorant]

Ooo please tell me about Pumping Ass part 2.

I'm invested.

[WIP ASKS]

The stars aligned when he received an email at noon a couple days later, telling him not to come to shift today, that someone had backed their truck directly into the front entrance (gods, what he would pay to have been there to see that clusterfuck) and they were replacing the sliding doors that should’ve been replaced years ago. Normally he’d spend his break arguing online over stock prices with people whose opinions don’t matter, but the moderators of his latest circle had banned him (over threats of violence—what was he about to do, strangle someone over the screen?) and he was still fuming too hard to find a new one. 

So when he slipped out of his pants and saw a white card fluttering onto the ground, he picked it up. The cardstock was wrinkled and soft from how he’d shoved it in his pocket, but Lambert’s name and address were still visible. Driving distance. Walking distance, if he was willing to suffer an hour in public in exchange for saving gas. 

Which is how Narinder found himself slouched in front of a tacky McMansion in broad daylight, judging the topiary. 

Seriously, how were they not embarrassed to put these things in public? He could flash himself and retain more modesty than what these trimmed bushes were doing to their property. And then there was that eyesore set of marble columns, scrunched halfway into the wall next to windows that looked to be drawn on blindfolded. Then there were the four garage doors on the side; if Lambert admitted to him that they were housing a small army for war in their garage, he’d believe it over the cars. 

A towering black bull in a suit answered the door when he rang. He took one look at Narinder, then began to close the door.

“Wait!” Narinder shoved his foot inside. “I have an appointment with Lambert.” 

“We do not accept solicitors nor beggars.” Already he could hear a tinge of irritation in the bull’s voice. 

Rude. He’d actually dressed nice for this: black pants and a blazer that had been in the laundromat instead of on the floor, and an undershirt that wasn’t stained with anything.  “I’m not, Lambert said I was welcome. Here, I have their…” He reached for the card, but realized that handing someone a crumpled piece of paper wasn’t exactly solid evidence. “Just. Just let them know I’m here, they know who I am.” 

“You can contact them through the proper channels then.” 

It was getting difficult to keep the door open with how hard the bull was pushing it closed. Narinder was about to step back before his foot got smashed before another voice joined in from the back. 

“Thoryn! Let him in pal, I told him he could come here whenever he likes.” 

Narinder stumbled a bit as the bull, Thoryn, swung the door inwards. Standing at the foot of a grand staircase was Lambert, clad in fuzzy white pajamas and slippers. They smiled upon seeing him. “Great timing, you caught me on one of my days off. I don’t have anything planned until evening.” 

“Sir—he—” Thoryn looked between them, before understanding quickly dawned on his expression. “Understood. I’ll leave you to it, sir.” With that, the bull walked away with far more speed than necessary, hooves clicking against the tiled floor. 

Narinder watched him disappear off into a corner. “He doesn’t think I’m a hooker, does he.” 

“Hopefully not, but the circumstances fit—” 

“I’m not a hooker.” Narinder spat, hands shoved tight into his pockets.

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"Bastard broke all of his bones falling. You know what they say about the impact on the water, from high up. Nobody can bounce back from that."

"But you're still here," Lambert said. A hand gripped Narinder's wrist, solid and real. "Maybe the myth was wrong. Maybe Icarus drowned, but in the middle of the pain all his ribs fracturing he realized that one of his arms wasn't broken, and he dragged himself to shore."

Narinder sat up, blankets falling off his figure. It was too dark to make out more than shadows, but he traced silhouette of Lambert in greyscale, the rise and fall of their chest. It all felt like a surreal dream, a hell he'd wake up from and be back in his mansion with his wife and kids. "Life should've pummeled that kind of blind optimism out of you decades ago."

"It's helped, though." Lambert was looking at him as well. His eyes adjusted to the darkness just enough to catch their smile. "Wouldn't be where I am without it."

Maybe he didn't want this dream to end.

yeah it's just a potential continuation of Tropical Sunset (aka gas station au). can you tell i browsed McMansion Hell posts before i wrote this haha. need to absorb angry architect power.

i'm actually kind of excited to write it because there's a scene i have planned that just. gets really dark and serious all of a sudden that i have planned and i wanna tackle something that i don't particularly see people portraying. gas station au is my silly little test au and i'm taking it for a roller coaster ride.

[vulpeskorsak]

Day 26 of Whumptober 2024: Baking bread

No. 26: NIGHTMARES Breakfast Table | Parting Words of Regret | “I’m haunted by the lies that I have loved, the actions I have hated.” (Poe, Haunted)

AO3 got banned in my country and VPNs have not been working well on my PC lately, so I am not going to post these there for now. But hopefully I can do that at some point.

This is taking place in my own DnD/fantasy world.

Dr. Victor Moreau is my mostly human fleshsmith inventor (KibblesTasty Homebrew class).

Ludwig Richter is a tiefling and a former gravedigger turned archeologist who wields a rifle and a battle shovel named Charon.

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Baking bread

Ludwig does not remember the last time Victor sat down with him to have breakfast.

Their kitchen is filled with the smell of fresh bread and fried eggs. He does not remember cooking but Victor must have done this to take care of him after all the writing he had to do the previous night.

Right.

That must be it.

He is so thoughtful today.

Victor smiles and nudges a basket of fresh sliced bread towards his partner, encouraging him to take a piece.

"Where did you get this?" Ludwig wonders out loud.

"I baked it," he grins.

"Huh? When did you learn that? You barely ever cook."

"Oh, it is not hard to learn at all. It is basically the same as alchemy. You put specific ingredients together in a specific manner using specific temperature and it is done."

That makes sense to Ludwig. What does not – is the way Victor does not move his lips when he says that. His grins stays perfectly in place but the sound keeps coming, making Ludwig feel extremely uneasy.

"How did you say that? Don't tell me ventriloquism is also the same as alchemy."

"Is that the only thing that you find weird in this situation?" Victor asks, lips still unmoving. "Really?"

A shiver runs down Ludwig's spine. He frantically looks around, trying to figure out what else he might mean. The bread? Cooking?

"Ludwig. My love." Victor calls out to draw his eyes to himself again. "You don't live in this house."

How did he not notice?

"You don't even own a house. You live in a giant magical tower, Director Ludwig. How did you even come up with this?"

The chair under Ludwig breaks and crumbles into dust as he falls to his knees. He tries to get up or move away but his limbs feel frozen. The table between them rots and disintegrates in seconds followed by his partner's chair, leaving Victor sitting on air.

"What is happening here?!"

Ludwig helplessly tries to move again and fails again.

"Nothing. Nothing at all, my dear."

Victor's skin turns gray rapidly as it begins to rot, only his smiling head remaining untouched.

"Victor! Wait!"

Ludwig watches his skins, muscles and organs all vanish one by one, until only a skeleton is left. Seconds later it shatters into sharp bone shrapnel, showering Ludwig who is unable to turn away from the shards that pierce his skin.

The heaf falls to the floor.

"I am waiting," Victor's head says as it rolls up to him and stares him straight in the eyes. "I am waiting for you to say it."

"Say what?"

Ludwig remembers right as these words leave his mouth. He remembers Victor dying. He remembers killing his undead body afterwards. He remembers severing his head from his body.

He picks up the head as the entire building around them begins to disappear, able to move again but feeling no desire to run or do anything else. Victor's head turns gray as his eyes turn entirely black. His teeth grow and sharpen.

“Victor…” Ludwig lifts the head up to give it a long soft kiss on the lips and teeth sticking out here and there. “I love you. I’m so sorry I never actually said that. But I love you.”

Just like he did all those years ago.

"Goooood. Good. I love you too, Ludwig, but that kiss was lackluster," the head laughs before unhinging its jaw and lunging at his face.

Ludwig wakes up shaking, feeling tears in the corners of his eyes. He curses under his breath, wiping them away, and turns to lie on his stomach, hoping to fall asleep again as quickly as possible.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Chained wolves

@jankwritten here it is

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If there was ever a scene Nico didn't want to ruin, it was this. He was sprawled across Jason's lap on the outskirts of Camp.

Away from prying eyes.

It was their little spot, even the nymphs didn't bother them here.

Jason was leaning against a tree, his fingers brushing through Nico's hair with a soft smile.

Nico smiled back at him, cascaded in sunshine and Jason's smile.

Nico could stay here forever if he could.

But alas duty calls.

"It's time" he said Jason with a sigh. Jason somehow smiled even more warmly, like he had been blessed by Apollo himself.

"Have fun"

Nico snorted, it was some errand his dad needed his 'expertise with.'

"I'll try. I shouldn't be long, only a couple hours or so. Will you stay here?" Asked Nico, tilting his head.

"I promise" says Jason earnestly, sky blue orbs boring into his molten. Nico smiles, getting to his feet and pecking Jason on the cheek.

Before vanishing into shadows.

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Jason watched the spot Nico had left, unable to take his eyes off it.

He had slumped against the tree but it was as if all his bones had left with Nico.

Her voice was soft as it always was, but their was a hint of fear.

... No...

'Will you stay here'

"We're going to play a game Jason, a game you love those don't you?"

He didn't want to play.

He was cold

"You're gonna stay here love, right here for mama. Like a good little boy, and when mama comes back you win."

Numbness descended into his veins.

There was a chill in the air yet it was bright and sunny.

"Promise me baby, promise me Jason you'll stay here. Right here, do not move an inch of you'll lose."

He wanted to scream.

'I promise.'

"I promise mama."

He heard howls.

He felt claws snag his body, one far to small to be him.

Far too frail.

Far too afraid.

Your mother's not coming, pup.

Somewhere in the back of his mind Jason wondered why he couldn't move.

_____________

Nico sighed.

Typical.

His quick errand to the Underworld hadn't been nearly as quick as he had been assured.

He didn't voice his complaints but his mood was sour and everyone knew it.

Not that they said anything.

Demigod or not Nico was still the Ghost King.

Hades had been apologetic but it did little too soothe Nico's mood.

They'd stopped for a while, hopefully he was nearly done.

He'd been gone for almost a week, and in his haste and the severe lack of rainbow making equipment.

("I'm sorry I didn't come prepared to stay here this long, dad!")

Nico hadn't been able to contact Jason.

Jason hadn't tried contacting him but that didn't suprise Nico very much. His boyfriend was a stickler for the rules, even if he was making his way out of his shell.

Being raised in a military setting did that to a guy.

And the idea of taking Nico's attention from a errand his father, Lord Hades himself has personally asked him for?

Jason wouldn't dream of interrupting.

He was cute like that.

Nico took out the drachma and spray bottle his father had handed him moments prior.

Better late than never.

Percy's face lit up the screen, he was sat by the lake with Annabeth at his side. Both seemed to be debating something before Percy waved at him.

"Hey Nico, how's the trip been? Has dear old uncle requested my return?" He grinned, Nico snorted

After... Everything he and Percy had a talk. A real and much needed talk.

They had grown from it and Percy had supported him in confessing to Jason, he was so happy for them he almost cried.

His friendship with Annabeth had also begun to bloom, after many afternoons of fondly watching their significant dorks being dorks together.

"Nah I think you've been banned for the foreseeable future." Grinned Nico, Percy pouted before snorting.

Annabeth shook her head, amused "you just calling to check in or is something up?"

Perceptive as usual.

"Yeah I was wondering if you guys wouldn't mind telling Jason I'll be back soon."

It'd be a lil suprise and give him a chance to go run to the nearest shop and get those mini chocolate chip cookies Jason adored.

As a 'I'm sorry I left for so long' gift.

That and cuddles.

"Nico"

Percy was all wide eyed and panicked.

"We thought Jason went with you" He finished slowly.

Nico blinked "what? No, this was just a Ghost King thing my dad wanted..." He trailed off, eyes sharp.

"He's not at Camp?"

Annabeth shook her head "we haven't seen him since you left....we thought he was with you... I wonder if he went to Camp Jupiter? We can IM Reyna or Hazel if you'd like?"

Nico shook his head "no its okay, I'll IM myself. Thanks, see you guys." He waved a hand through their image before either could say goodbye.

Guilt pooled in Nico's stomach.

Although he was saddened by the news, he understood.

Nice had been gone way longer than he had said so.

Jason while someone who frequented Camp Half-blood, his home was at Camp Jupiter and it made sense for him to leave.

But the fact he hadn't told anyone was what struck Nico, Jason always told at least 5 people where he was going at any given time.

Again, being raised in a military setting does that you.

Nico shook his head before IMing Jason.

The scene he saw shocked him.

Jason was at Camp all right.

Exactly where Nico had left him.

He was curled up against the tree, in his camp shirt and jeans just as he had been before.

His soft wavy hair was a mess, like someone had struck him with lighting... His hands clenching his locks tightly.

Nico didn't so much say Jason's name but scream it.

"Jason!"

Jason rolled his head limply, as if it took all his strength to do so.

Eyes blinking blearily and reaching for his glasses that had dropped to the floor.

Jason who was careful about everything abd never let a speck of dust touch his frames, put the now frankly filthy lenses on his face.

It did little to calm Nico down.

His face was nothing but horror.

Jason squinted and faced Nico.

"Nico" he said softly.

It would be so endearing if not for the present situation.

But Nico forced himself to be calm.

"Jason, hey sweetie. What, what are you doing out here?"

Jason nodded, moving his arm from around his waist to tap the tree. And Nico tried not to cringe as his bones popped.

"Promised"

Nico stared at him wide eyed.

... No... No he wouldn't have.

But their was no mistaking Jason's crumpled and unkempt appearance.

"Jason... How.. How long have you been out here hun?"

Jason, who had been zoning out during Nico's inner panic raised his head to look at him.

Letting Nico see the bags under his eyes.

The sheen of what must've been tear tracks on his face.

"You went, I stay. I promised."

He nods, though Nico doesn't miss the wince he makes at moving.

"Jase... I didn't mean out here. Just at Camp." Explains Nico, he can feel his heartbreaking.

Jason looks for all the world like a kicked puppy.

A gust of wind blows past and he shivers, his lips a startling shade of blue.

"You said stay, I promised. I won't... I won't go... I won't run, not again..." Mumbles Jason.

His body starts to fall and in seconds Nico is kneeling before him, catching him in his arms.

Nico takes off his jacket, settling on Jason's shoulders to give him some warmth.

The sunshine of their last encounter is long forgotten hidden in the clouds and roaring winds.

"I won't leave you..."

Jason looks up at him, eyes glazed like he's not entirely seeing Nico.

... Which means someone hurt Jason.

Hurt him to the point a simple promise of stay meant plant your feet to the ground and don't move.

Nico would them pay even if it threathed another war.

For now... For now Jason came first.

Nico held him in his arms, letting Jason know he was here.

"Hey, I'm not mad at you sweetie. But we've gotta get you outta this weather, I've got you hun but I need you to stand for me."

Jason, bless his heart stood up on wobbly legs looking like a newborn deer and would've fallen if not for Nico.

And by the God's he wasn't even wearing shoes.

"That's it sweetheart, I've got you." He said picking Jason up bridal style.

Jason slumped in his arms, as they shadow traveled to the infirmary.

______________

Jason was out like a light and Nico sat on one of the chairs, brushing his hair from his face.

It hasn't been good.

Will had confirmed it from examining Jason that he hadn't moved from his spot since Nico had left.

Jason was a survivor, he'd had it drilled into his bones and had somehow managed to nab fruit from the tree but it hadn't been much.

Frankly it was a miracle he was alive.

He was swaddled in thick warm blankets and had some sort of IV in his arm.

There was also Leo, who had stormed in once news broke. Took one look at his best friend and crawled into his bed, holding him close and hoping to raise his temperature.

Jason had yet to wake up, but he was so clearly emotionally and physically exhausted it made sense.

Nico didn't dare leave his side.

Questions plagued him, and maybe he had been thinking out loud because Leo looked up at him.

"Did he make a promise?"

Nico nodded numbly, still shaken.

Leo wasn't angry like Nico expected, he looked upset and held Jason even closer.

"Oh Jase..."

"Do you... Do you know why he..."

He couldn't finish the thought but Leo understood.

"Normally I wouldn't say but... Yeah. Soo... When Jason was around 2 years old his mum gave him up as a sacrifice to Lupa. To make sure Jason stayed in place for the wolves to get him... She made him promise to stay in place till she came back."

If Nico's heart had broken earlier, it shattered in that moment.

Jason than whimpered... Whimpered and Nico gently kissed his cheek and ran his fingers through his hair while Leo cuddled him close.

Jason calmed, drifting back into unconsciousness as Nico fell heavily into his seat.

He hadn't known..

He hadn't known and he didn't blame Jason one bit.

He was definitely taking a trip to wherever his mother hand ended up, because he knew the woman was dead.

A mercy from the fates because Nico would have destroyed her himself if she still breathed.

How dare... How dare anyone do that to their baby.

To traumatise your baby to the point he was terrified of breaking promises and made himself sit outside in the cold alone for 7 days because he was terrified of being abandoned.

"I've got you Jason" said Nico, holding his hand in his.

He was going to be with him every step of the way.

He was going to show Jason he would never be abandoned again.

He was going to hold him when he broke down and reassure him everytime this wasn't his fault.

He was going to be specific and careful wit his wording and make sure Jason understood... And have someone with him when Nico had to leave.

Jason had held Nico, helped him heal from his past and Nico would return that favour tenfold.

"I promise."

[this-is-my-main-i-follow-from]

the rosary in michif

So the way I rewrote this is how to pronounce it with symbols that make sense to me. I also changed the english versions so you know how these things are pronounced.

ɑ = anywhere between father & mop

a = the a in the french la, or anywhere between the a in above & father, (not in between like the way the o in above is in between u from rut & o from mop), except the a in above is more like the u in bun or the e in the, but in the english I started using u to symbolize the u in crutch/a in above/o in above (even tho it is more like the o in mop or the o in more without the w at the end)/e in the

é = the e in met or pen

æ = late, bait, may eidelweiss

i = if, bit, some ppl even use this i in both halves of spirit (if they don't say spyyrit), & sometimes that sound that is like "eu" crossed with "uh" crossed with "o'" crossed with "a" crossed with "e" & you just can't exactly tell what it is

í = eat, feeble, meme

o = anywhere between boat & the first two "ho"s of ho ho ho, it can be the o,w of words like hope, or it can be just the o' like if someone interrupted you before you finished saying "go". It's almost like how er starts with eu & ends with r, this starts with o' & ends with w,

oo = on in french, between boat & boot, it's like the "o" from above was a little more short/fat in your mouth so it is slightly more like a "w" but not quite, & then you do end it with that diphthong w. Like if you end the french garcon with a w as well as an n.

ʊ = oo, like shoe which can be eu'w, or it can be just the w (which is a vowel, the welsh are right), who, the first part of when, or when you say a really elongated "ooh" not just an euw but an euwwwww!, the end of "oh!"

eu = book, look, cook, hurt, the french feu, birch, earl, like take your tongue down from the back there & stop saying the r, it's like how we say "uh" in north america but they spell it "er" in england, they don't mean ir/eur, they mean euh. Like heard in a british accent

ä = a like cat. It was originally written as ae, but ae to me means éy (or ah-y), while in michif according to my legend it is supposed to mean a like ban. I actually do get it being spelled ae, but I used to spell it aa & have taco be spelled ah & lot be spelled aw (cahmmin vs cawmmun being two ways to say common). Anyway this is the a like fabulous or the way your white (not european) grandmother says pasta.

š = technically sh, but I actually often pronounce this as an s. Many cree speakers, especially as they get older, say things with a bit of a lisp, making the s turn into sh, & we have taken that into michif. In fact, the word michif comes from the lisping of the t in metis into ts, & the all-too-common lisping of ts into ch. You can say as s or as sh & it is fine

č = ch, in michif we usually say it more like ch, the "tsh" sound, but in cree it is more like ts, sort of like the japanese tsu. You know how ts is at the very front of your mouth but ch is a little farther back & a little more on the edges? Go halfway in between. Keep a little more contact with either side of the front of your tongue, & say it. Mix ts & ch to get smth halfway between. It's almost like chs in the way it sounds, but more like tch in the way it feels. Evn throw in a bit of soft "th" in there if you need.

I don't think I have ñ, but it is like a "ng" that doesn't quite make contact. It's the french n

r = Two options here. Option 1: earl but hover before you close your teeth on the r. Feel how far back that is in your mouth? Push it a little farther back, push that r a little further in general. Instead of that r being stupidly in your teeth (that's the reason kids way w instead), keep it closer to your throat, more in your soft palate, not where the bone starts. Option 2: khrkhrkhrkhrkhr almost like that arabic crackly h, & it can be voiced or unvoiced. It's a trilled g. Not a trilled d like in spanish though. Make the sound like the dentist's vacuum. It's a fricative.

ž = j, like how ch is just tsh, j is just dj, like how s becomes sh, z becomes zh. It is j without the starting d.

Some of the Gs can also be Ks occasionally, along with many other consonants. t/d, p/b, etc.

In fact, k/p/t are often pronounced softer, less aspirated.

hk can be either h,k or it can be the semitic/celtic ch like in bach or loch. hp can be like the filipino f that they make bilabial instead of labiodental.

I think that's everything. It is a lot more simple than writing it out seems.

Oh & in english I used eth & thorn, eth being bath/thank & thorn being bathe/that

Li Shaplæ - The Holy Rosary

Wíčæwagɑnɑ Tapætamwag –

Apostle's Creed

Ndɑpwæténn li Bonjeu,

li Papa kašokatišidmawači,

kɑkiw kaožitɑt li syél ékwa la tér.

Ndɑpwæténn li Jéyzʊs

kɑgíkičítotɑt péyʊg égo son

Garsoo, kɑnígɑníštamagoyak,

kíošíéw očé

okičitawišokišíwinn avik

ékičitwɑwak Kinígígwann,

ékwa énítawigit očé la Sänt Vyɑrž.

Pontyas Paylat nɑšpič kígwatagíéw

li Bonjeuwa, kíšagawéywag

denn krwa, kínipo, ékwa kínačigɑšo. 

Kíšidša'hwawandagɑnipočig,

dɑn la trwazyém žʊrnæ kípašéygo mína.

Dɑn li syél kítotéw,

ékwa kíapígɑšo andɑ

tapiškoč Papa.  Mína tapætotéw

čipæwíéšowɑdat kapimɑtišíid

ékwa kɑnipoyit.

Ndɑpwæténn ékičitwɑwak

Kinígígwann, kɑkičitwɑwak liglíz,

kakío kapimičawɑčig li Bonjeu

awɑ dɑn li syél ékwa dɑn la tér kakío

li Bonjeu sa famí, čiponéy čigɑtég

kamačítočigɑtég, li kor číapačipɑt

ékwa čipimɑtišik tapitaw.  Answičil.

Aí bilív in God, þa Fɑþer ɑlmaítí,

kríæter av hévén änd eurð.

änd Aí bilív in Jízas kraíst, hiz only San,

äwr Lord, hʊ waz kɑnsívd baí

þa päweur av þa Holí Spírit, änd

born av þa Veurjin Méry.

Hí suffeurd undeur Pɑnčas Paílit

waz krʊsifaíd, daíd, änd waz beuríd. 

Hí déséndid tʊ þa déd, änd ɑn

þa ðird dæ hí roz agén.  Hí

aséndid intʊ hévin, änd iz sítid

ät þa raít händ uv þa Fɑþeur.  Hí

will kum ugén in glorí tʊ juj

þa living änd þa déd.

Aí bilív in þa Holí Spirit, þa holy

käðlik čeurč, þa kommyʊnyeun av

sænts, þa forgivniss av sins, þa

réseurrékšan av þa bɑdy, änd laíf

éveurlästing.  ɑmén.

Ton Pérínɑnn - Our Father

Ton Pérínɑnn, dɑn li syél kayɑyénn

kíčitwɑwann ton noo.

Kiya kɑníkɑništamann péytotéíé

kɑndawætamann tɑtočíkatéw

ota dɑn la tér tɑpiškoč dɑn li syél.

Mínɑnn anoč mon pänínɑnn

ponæíminɑnn kamačitotamɑk,

níštanɑnn nkaponæmɑnɑnik

aniké kɑkímaítotɑkoyɑkʊk

kayakočíinɑnn, mɑka

pašpíinɑnn ɑyik očé

mɑčíšíwæpišiwinn.

Kɑníkɑníštamawíɑk,

kišokišíwinn, kɑkičitæmíak

kiya aníé, anoč ékwa takíné.  Answičil.

Awr Fɑþeur in Hévin, yor næm

iz hol��.  Mæ yor kingdeum keum,

änd yor will bí dun ɑn eurð äz

it iz in hévin.

Giv us teudæ þu fʊd þät wí níd

änd forgiv us for aʊr sinz,

just az wí forgiv þoz hʊ sin

ugænst us.

Giv us stréngð to résist témptæšun,

änd kíp us frum ɑll ívil.  ɑmén.

Kičítéím Li Bonjeu - Glory Bé

Kičítéím kí Papaínɑnn,

ékwa li Garsoo,

ékwa Ékičitwɑwak Kinígígwann.

Tɑpiškoč kɑmɑčipaíik,

ékwa šæmɑk, ékwa tɑpitaw ~

la tér ékɑ čiponipɑyik.  Answičil. 

Glorí bí tʊ þa Fathér, änd tʊ

þu Son, änd tʊ þa Holí Spírit, äz

it wuz in þu béginning, iz naw,

änd forévir šäll bí ~ weurld

wiðawt énd.  Amén.

O Mon Jéyzʊ - Oh My Jízus

O Mon Jéyzʊs, ponæminɑnn

kɑmačitotamɑk, pašpíinɑnn

dɑn li feu očé dɑn lenfér.

Nígɑníšta kɑkío ninígíawɑnɑnig ékwa anigé nawač kandawéítakig

číkitimɑgæ mɑčig.  Answičil.

O mɑy Jízus, forgiv us awr sinz

änd sæv us from þu fɑyrz uv héll. 

Líd ɑll soolz tʊ hévin, éspéšullí

þos most in níd uv yor meurcy.  Amén.

Kigičítéímitínɑnn Marí - Hail Mary

Kigičítéímitínɑnn Marí,

ékičítéímit, Li Bonjeu wiya

avik twa.  ékičítakišoyénn

kiya ki tʊ lí fém, ékwa

kíčitwɑwɑnɑ mawišwɑnɑ

kapimotɑtayénn katɑk Jéyzʊ.

Kíčitwɑwann Marí, Mér di

Bonjeu, ayamíéštémoinɑnn

šæmɑk ékwa atinapoyɑko.  Answičil.

Hæl Mærí, full ɑv græs, þu

Lord iz wið yʊ.  Bléssid ɑr

yʊ amung wimin, änd

bléssid iz þu frʊt uv yor wʊm

Jízas.  Holí Mérí, Muþeur uv Gɑd,

præ for us sinneurs, naw, änd ät

þí aʊr uv awr déð.  ɑmén.

Míawɑtann Mɑmaškɑč

i.  Li tɑnž Gabríél kípæwítamawéw la Sänt Vyɑrž än pičí Jéyzʊ  æwéyɑwat.

ii.  La Sänt Vyɑrž kígíogawéw sa koʊzinn ílizabéth.

iii.  Li pičí Jéyzʊ natɑwagéw.

iv.  Li pičí Jéyzʊ kítotaígɑšo kɑkičitowak la Méyzon.

v.  Kímiškɑgɑšo li pičí Jéyzʊ kɑkičotawak la Méyzon égoté žérʊsalém.

Mɑmatawinɑgwanɑ Kɑwašaškotéígé

- þe Luminous Mysteries

i.  Jéyzʊs kíšigayatagašo dɑn la rivyér dé žordan.

ii.  än nas aštéw én Kana.

iii.  Jéyzʊs itwéw kakičitowišid pé ayaw.

iv.  Jéyzʊs wapataíwéw ogičitoišíwinn éywɑškošod kíošta'ayik wiya dɑn li montaynn dé Téybor.

v.  éškwač Jéyzʊs sʊpí kɑmíčišočig avik wíčéwagana kígímíægonɑnnwiyawɑnn ékwa son sɑn, číwíčéwayak tapitaw. (the institution of the eucharist at the Last Supper.  Jesus gives us his body änd blood so that we can choose to receive eternal life.)   

Mitɑtætɑgwann Mɑmaškɑč

i.  Jéyzʊs kwatagætaw dɑn li žardan. (I've heard it as "jargin" not just "jardan")

ii.  Jéyzʊs kínočígɑšo än fwét kíabačitɑwag ékwa lí ploon égígamogé.(the scourging at the pillar has a much longer name here: he is tied to a pillar & beaten with a whip made with lead)

iii.  Jéyzʊs kíačigɑtéw än koronn oči šnélí.

iv.  Jéyzʊs kípimíwatægɑšo la krwé. (I'd actually say krwa like krwoa bc it is croix in french, but michif is like cowboy french)

v.  Jéyzʊs kíšagɑwéywag dɑn la krwé očičig ékwa očitak.

Mɑtawpayinn dɑn li Syél - Glorious Mysteries

i.  Apičípaw Jéyzʊs niponik očé.

ii.  Jéyzʊs dɑn li syél itotéw.

iii.  ékičitwawišid péítotéw.

iv.  La Sänt Vyɑrž šipwétaígašo dɑn li syél.

v.  La Sänt Vyɑrž ošigašo la Rénn dɑn li syél.

Kígičítéímitínɑnn Kɑgičitwɑošyénn La Rénn - Hail Holy Queen

Kígičítéímitínɑnn

Kɑgičitwɑošíénn La Rénn,

Mama očé gɑšɑgí'íwét. 

Kičítéítɑ mbimɑtišiwinínɑnn,

kɑšíwišíɑk, ékwa

kɑpagošéítamɑk.

Nimɑtonɑnn mon Sänt Vyɑrž

anɑnn očé kɑwæpinigɑšoyak

líz enfen očé ív.

Ota dɑn la valí mɑtowinn, ékwa

kɑgɑškéítamik,

kígagwæčímikawinn

číwíčí'íɑk.

Ayamíéš tamɑwínɑnn

wíjí'ínɑnn čimiškawayɑk

ton garsoo Jéyzʊs.  Answičil.

missing in the translation so idk if it is correct: thine eyes of mercy toward us & after this our exile show unto us the blessed fruit of thy woumb, o clement o loving o sweet virgin mary pray for us oh holy mother of got that we may be made worthy of the promises of christ let us pray grant we bessech you that by meditating on the holy mysteries of the most holy rosary of the blessed virgin mary we may both imitate what they contain and obtain what they promise through the same christ our lord amen. It's missing it after it says "pray for us most gracious advocate & help us to know your son jesus" which is skipping the "turn" your eyes & the exile part. It is also missing toe rosary closing which is not technically part of the prayer but I associate it with the salve regina bc that's when I usually say it.

Ayamíɑwinn očé ékičitwɑwak Kinígígwɑnn - Prayer to þa Holy Spirit

 Kɑníganíštamɑwíak dɑn li

syél, ana kaočicanawapamigoyɑk,

onígí'igwɑnɑ kɑtɑpwæit

mišíwæayaw ékwa kakío

kégwéy kaítagwak, anda

kaočikičitotagawíak, ékwa

pimɑtišíwinn kɑmí'igoyak;

Pépítigwæ dɑn mon čoér,

kišípégininɑnn

čígɑšíɑpawitayénn ægok

kɑpémačitotamak,

pimɑčitɑ ní'ígígwaínɑnn

kɑkičitowišíénn.  Answičil.

Jéyzʊs Mon Bonjeuínɑnn - Jesus prayer (better translates to jesus my God(our's)

Jéyzʊs Mon Bonjeuínɑnn,

li Garsoo kapimɑtišid očé

ton Bonjeuínɑnn,

kitimɑgæminɑnn

kɑmačigækwyʊiɑk,

kiyanɑnn očé kapašpí'íwét.  Answičil.

[sorcerous-caress]

Oh, to talk about Gith culture and socialization, I shall gladly run my mouth.

Okay theory time.

Since Githyanki are militaristic and the majority of their current culture is just catered towards a lich queen's need for strong souls. They probably don't touch that much, and it makes so much sense.

Vlaakith most likely views interpersonal relationships as road blocks for her conveyor belt of souls, things that weaken her feast and taint possible strong individuals with weakness. So, touch outside of combat is discouraged if not outright banned.

However, there are some roles in githyanki culture that have permission due to the nature of the station; Varshs and Ghustils

Varshs have to have contact to ensure that all hatchlings are healthy and intact. I'm sure being born in an egg causes gith to emerge slightly more advanced than a human newborn, but a baby is still a baby.

Varshs are the first set of gentle hands a gith will feel in life, and the last, right before a gith enters their basic training.

Gith may not know what Mommy/Daddy issues are, but they definitely know what Varsh issues are.

Ghustil are slightly different, but the same sentiment still stands. They are set of hands roaming your body to assess damage, rub salves into your bruises, and most likely the only time a gith gets one on one time alone with someone.

So, of course their gonna memorize every detail down to a t.

Savor every firm hand that holds you down as they set your bones in place, squirm at every praise for staying still for an examination, and view every steady sitch as a kiss.

Medical kink is probably everywhere in gith culture, much to some Ghustils dismay.

So every time Lae'zel calls a Tav/Durge Ghustil or Khal'ian calls Jaheira Varsh, it means very different things to them besides roles/titles.

They also have a truce not to tell others those meanings

I love this

Especially varsh issues instead of mommy/daddy issues. Because sure, funny meme haha, but also, it removes the need misogyny subtext of it! It's just one parent now who is called "caretaker," making them both equal and the same instead of enforcing gender roles on them.

Like all varsh hug and protect their young regardless of gender, all varsh are given the same creditablity and respect. Githyanki are really miles ahead of humanity in these things, how refreshingly inclusive and non narrow minded they can be when it comes to this.

There are no gender roles, and there are no divide or job biases. Everyone can be a capable soldier, everyone can be a medic, and everyone can be a varsh.

Lae'zel and Khal'ian must feel confused when people in faerun treat them differently based on their gender or assume different things on them.

Or how when Lae'zel brings up ghustil around non-gith, they assume it's a man. Khal'ian bringing up his varsh and people immediately assuming it's a woman, even when the gith creche we encounter had a male varsh.

They'd also be confused by the gender separation in clothed, all gith wore the same armour, all gith had the same clothes. Why are these ones okay for one gender but not the other? How can you even gender clothes.

I think this came to be in their culture because mindflayers don't have genders, and githyanki got so used to dealing with them that they completely abolished all gender roles they might have ever had.

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But anyway yeah back to the kink part.

The only other time where they get touched besides at the medic bay and caretaker is during training.

They'd probably have a teacher kink too ngl- they way they feel their teaches eyes on them, sizing them up, manhandling them into the correct position, whispering orders in their ears.

Slipping up during training and having their teacher bark at them to go to the medical bay. Knowing another set of hands will be touching them on the examination bed.

Soft curious touches that suddenly turn rough to feel up any bruises, the cold feeling of rubber gloves sending goosebumps on their skin, the disinterested look of the ghustil as they tell them to strip to their underwear and stay still while reading a healing salve they'll be rubbing into them.

By the time they're done and they get left neglected on the table afterwards, a varsh enters the room with a baby in their arms. Telling the ghustil about suspecting a fever as they gently cradle them.

It's not their old varsh, this one is only a decade or so older than them but fuck seeing someone preforming the same role makes them feel an unexplainable feeling.

The varsh's eyes meet them, and a wave of nostalgia and comfort suddenly hits them. They want to be hugged and held, comforted, and cared for like before, but they know they can't be weak.

But then the stranger varsh steps in front of their laying form, putting a hand on their forehead and checking on them. Murmuring about how they're burning up, maybe a fever is going around the creche.

And it's the most tender touch they have ever felt before it too is gone.

[twobirdsflytogether]

Descendants Mal au headcanon.

Cause I love giving my favs wings and bonus points for it being a little traumatic.

Also i just end up rambling, so. Enjoy

Tw; describing spontaneous limb growth so kinda gore.

Additional note; if a fic writer or artist sees this and goes 'wow', feel free to take this idea and run with it

Born on the isle, where magic is barred and unusable. A odd combination of a dragon like fae and a god, born in a place that essentially blocked all her magic. Born without wings or horns, without the pleasant burn of magic in her vains.

The soon to be king's announcement to take 4 off the isle and a magicless deal struck with her mother.

The moment she's through the barrier with her friends she feels the magic burning and just assumes the headache and back pain are from it as well. Things progress as usual, spell the prince, to steal the wand for the deal with her mother (even if she realizes the deal held no weight, for it was not a true deal) but the consistent headache and back pain wont leave her.

Giving Ben the anti-love potion and learning it was already washed away but her stayed. He says he gets it, that he understands she didnt think she had a real chance with him. She'll let him believe that for now, break it off after he's king. For she had no true desire to be anything other than his friend.

Jane grabs the wand and chaos insues. she rips the wand from the fairy, the moment she takes the wand her head and back pain flairs worse than ever, but that unimportant for she was too late. Maleficent was here.

They argue and fight, she feels her arms burn and itch with magic, she manages to beat her mother.

She goes to pass the wand to Fairy Godmother, the moment it leaves her fingers she collapses with a scream from the pain. Feeling like her back and head are splitting open, the sensation of bones cracking and growing rapidly. Blood dripping down her face, blinding her and turning everything red. Ears ringing from the raging pain, the pleasant burn of magic growing to hot for her comfort.

The feeling of her back splitting open becoming too much. She barely hears her friends shout for her and feels the aura of Fairy Godmother's magic(a gentle breeze, a soft gentle warmth of a sunny day, it brings a sense of comfort), latching onto that sense and to what she knows is Evie's voice. Choking out a "please- help" as she feels the new weight of something attached to her and faints.

The group stare at the now fainted Mal. Small deep purple horns that fade to back sprouted from her head, blood now dried to her hair matting it and dried to her face, but its stopped bleeding. From her back a set of long soft black feathered wings, a fair bit longed then the girls arm span, slick with blood. Further down her back, a reptilian like tail has grown, the same shade of black as the wings but with a shimmer of the purple like the horns. They work together to get her to a hospital, nurses try to get the blood off but the sleeping girl's tail flicks aggressively at them and wings fluff up in a threatening way. Frightening the nurses, only Evie can get close so they instruct her on her to get all the blood off. The blue haired girl's presence seems to calm the sleeping dragon fae so they tell her to stay and watch over her, they'll bring anything she needs to her. Evie requests they bring all Mal's clothes and all her supplies so she can make adjustments for the girl.

They dont notice till Mal wakes, that her sclera has changes (from the usual white to a dark grey almost black.) and the new stark blue speckes in the green, that her ears having become pointed, her teeth have become sharper, her hair has a new blue tint to it, and has small freckle like scales on her cheeks.

Its understandable that these changes went unnoticed, considering she grew horns wings and a tail.

Fairy Godmother and Jane help her a lot, help her learn to control her new limbs and teach her to fly. Even though they technically shouldn't since magic is banned in the kingdom, but they are all inherently magically beings and the new King is willing to overlook this. For his ex-girlfriend's benefit and as a step forward for his newly inherited kingdom.

Evie spends hours pouring over books of chemistry, reptile care, bird care, and history books of the fae. Teaching herself how to help her bestfriend her crush, with the new additions. Learns to preen feathers and the significance of doing so, how to care for scales and horns, what chemicals to put together to help along the way to keep the new features healthy.

When she preens Mal's feathers for the first time, smiling and blushing lightly at the way Mal melts into her touch and giggles softly when she hears something reminiscent of a purr coming from her dragon and feels Mal's tail loosely wrap around her.

[the-masked-ram]

Root of Humanity- Commission Gowther x Fem Reader

A/N: This is a Gowther x fem reader fic I wrote for @mastershybeastyx they were wonderfully patient as I got used to my commission and GW load and their commission took me quite a bit longer than anticipated! But it was quite fun to work on! CW: NSFW, breeding, getting interrupted ALOT, sexual tension, blow job, fem reader, cat hybrid reader, nicknames (referring to cats), heats, unsafe sex, fingering, cunnilingus, mentions of blood ---

                                          It all started with a rumbling nearby, something that made you certain that an earthquake or maybe some giants were on the way. Yet, it stopped nearly as soon as it started. You paused in your trek through town, hoping to head to the small shop to buy some salve for the abrasions on your face. Glancing over your shoulder you were uncertain if anything was going to appear over the horizon. Nothing did, and so with a frown of uncertainty, you continued about your day.

              You didn’t learn until later that the Sins were in town. Meliodas and Elizabeth were who you met first, unsurprising since Meliodas was loud enough to draw endless attention to him and Elizabeth was tall and gorgeous. When Ban joined them, it was impossible to not stare. So, obviously you got caught in the act, and of course the sharp eyes of Ban noticed your slightly small differences, even though your ears and tails were carefully hidden under your cloak.

              You withdrew as much as possible from his attention, you wanted to be invisible, this was a safe town. The people here didn’t necessarily like you, but they didn’t attack you like so many others. They didn’t drive you from their presence with sneers and raised weapons. You were treated like a demon, when honestly you were just cursed, or gifted depending on how you looked at things.               “Looks like we got a friend here, hm?” he chuckled, throwing long arm over your shoulder and drawing you against his side.

              You winced and squirmed against his tight hold, trying to pull away, “H-hey! Is this a normal thing you do? Drag strangers around?”               He grinned brightly, and he sported the blush of alcohol about his cheek bones, “I do when they look like they might fit in with us, huh, kitty cat?”               You narrowed your eyes in annoyance and wariness, “I don’t know what you mean.”               Meliodas joined in next, his bright personality easily rounding out Ban’s sharp edges, “Don’t worry! We won’t hurt you.”               It was so simple to accept, because the way he said it, he meant it with every fiber of his being.               “Looks like someone has already though,” Ban hummed thoughtfully, and Elzabeth frowned down at the scrapes on your face.               “We can help with that back at the Boar Hat,” she said, her soft voice far more welcoming than even Meliodas’s. “Ban please give her some space.”               Ban pursed his lips but listened to the lithe woman with a grudging sigh. You happily extracted himself from under his arm and bounced farther away, still eying them with hesitancy. You weren’t someone who usually just went with people when they invited you somewhere, but then again you couldn’t remember when you were last invited anywhere by anyone.              

              “Look we will be around for a week or so, and will be set up over that hill,” Meliodas said pointing vaguely in the direction from where the shaking had come from earlier. “The Boar Hat has some of the best drinks and food around I can guarantee. And service of course. Come check us out.”               It was like a welcoming sales pitch, something bright and cheery that hid all the strength and danger you’d heard about this man. But still you nodded stiltedly, uncertain if you’d follow through. Though just the consideration seemed to placate the three of them. They wandered off with Meliodas seeming to be looking for something specific and Ban talking about supplies for the kitchen.               You slipped further into town down a smaller side street where the shop you were looking for sat, a cheery open sign welcoming its patrons. You walked in cautiously, hesitating for a moment with your hand cupping your bicep in anxiety.               “Welcome!”               The shopkeeper wandered out from the back of the store a second later and smiled, though it was hesitant when she saw your face.               “Hi, I was just wondering if you had some healing salve?” you asked.               “Sorry, we are all out, won’t have any in until the shipment next week,” she responded.               Your hands rubbed against themselves, worried about the slice along your cheek the most. Then the friendly hand Elizabeth had extended to you, promising to help your wounds, flashed through your memory and with a sigh you thanked the shopkeeper and slowly made your way to the hill. It was a long walk, one filled with people making their way through their morning routines. But you didn’t stop to try and say hello to anyone, your gaze stayed focused on the strange building slowly coming into view.

              None of the three you had met in town were at the Boar Hat when you arrived. Instead, a giant stood in the way, eying you with suspicion which looked extremely out of place on her soft face. Diane, you assumed since you had heard of her exploits.               “Hello!” you called, your fingers once again twisting into a knot as you tried to keep yourself calm. “Elizabeth said I could come here to get treatment for my wounds? They don’t have any of the usual salve in town.”               You smiled sheepishly and you hoped it gave off a friendly air. Whether it did or not you weren’t sure since Diane’s facial expression only grew harsher.               “Hey Diane! What’s going on?” a young man’s voice asked, except it belonged to a boy.

              Or perhaps this was King, so he was a fairy, and yes, he was young but far from a boy. He floated out of the Boar Hat to sit beside Diane on the edge of the slanted roof of the pub.               “This person says Elizabeth told her to come here,” the giant responded with a puffed pout to her cheeks.               King’s eyes tracked your face, hidden in the shadows of your hood though it was you still felt completely exposed. He pursed his lip, floating down on his giant green pillow and hopped down to take a step closer to you. What was with these people invading your space? You tried to shrink in on yourself, no matter how impossible it was.               “It does seem like something Elizabeth would do, well we aren’t open yet but feel free to wait here until the rest get back,” he said with a yawn.               “We-ell, if King thinks it’s ok,” Diane muttered thoughtfully, curling one of her pigtails around her fingers. “Come on in!”               Suddenly her defensiveness from before melted away into a welcoming grin and you just stared up at her dumbstruck. This entire day was just a bit odd, but you nodded meekly anyway and followed the fairy inside, stopping only for a moment to look back at the giant who stayed outside.               “Don’t worry, we’ll see each other again soon enough!” she giggled and waved.               You stepped hesitantly over the threshold to where King sleepily curled up on his pillow without a care, obviously unconcerned about your presence. Your gaze skipped around the room to land on a young man reading a book. He paused long enough to look up at you and tilted his head curiously. His pink hair and soft features made him almost feminine, and for a moment you questioned whether he actually was a woman.               “Oh? Who are you? I am Gowther, the Goat Sin of Lust,” he said, standing to strike some sort of pose that had you raising your brow before you broke out into a laugh. “What’s funny?”               He looked totally lost as his hand dropped and he studied you, your hood finally falling to expose your features as you tried to catch your breath. His gaze lingered on your ears, the way they twitched with each giggle. Immediately realizing you were exposed and under scrutiny, you drew your hood back over your head.

              “Why are you hiding yourself?” he asked.               And all you could do was shake your head at how accepting and warm, though also odd, he was being after he saw your feline features. It had just been like when Ban noticed you. He didn’t even blink or twist his face in disgust, no instead he seemed drawn to you, curious about your appearance.               “M-most people don’t like how I look,” you said in a lame attempt to answer his question.               “People don’t understand anything different from them. But unlike me they don’t want to understand it either, instead they are just happy hating it. I don’t think there is any reason to hate how you look,” Gowther said, his voice steady and eyes never once leaving yours.

              You blinked at him, surprised at his answer and felt a smile creep across your lips. He frowned as he walked to you as touched your face. You flinched away, surprised more than anything else.               “You are injured,” he muttered.               “Ah, that’s why I’m here, Elizabeth said there was salve here. There was none in town,” your glance shot to the side shamefully.               He turned to the kitchen and walked out of sight for a moment before he began to riffle through a drawer, offering no explanation in the process. You stood uncertainly in the middle of the room. Nervousness making you unable to sit and instead you tapped your clawed fingers against your thighs in hopes to relieve some of your tension.

              Gowther reappeared a moment later, holding a small jar in his hands and turned to you with a tilt to his chin. He seemed confused as to why you were still standing.                             “Sit down, I will apply the salve,” he said, once again his voice seemed to have an awkward robotic quality to it, no real inflections.               Yet even though he spoke in monotone and his face stayed expressionless he cradled your face gently when you sat in front of him. He brushed your hood back down, and though you stiffened, he merely focused on the abrasions on your skin.

              His fingers were gentle, unbelievably so for someone who seemed so out of touch with his emotions, and his skin soft. Your eyes fluttered close even though you usually wouldn’t let your guard down in another’s presence, but it felt so good to have his cool fingertips spread the past over your wounds. You winced as he caught the edge of one that was particularly sensitive, and he hummed in surprise.               “Sorry,” he muttered though to be honest he didn’t sound all that apologetic.

              You laughed at the total lack of empathy in his words and opened your eyes, your ears falling to the sides as you shot him a soft affectionate smile. He looked at you in confusion even as he continued his job of covering your injuries in the salve.               “You laugh a lot,” he said.               “Actually, I don’t usually,” you murmured, the smile still curving your lips. “Apparently just around you.”               He frowned slightly but seemed to accept my answer. Finally, his fingers pulled away from your face, and then he nodded slowly.               “There, that should be good,” his words were calm.               Just as he was drawing back Meliodas, Ban, and Elizabeth burst through the door. They were chattering lively with the two men holding bags of groceries. A pig came trotting down the stairs and froze when it saw you. You too stiffened at the added noise all of a sudden.               “Oh! I’m so glad you decided to join us!” Elizabeth said, immediately skipping to your side. “It looks like Gowther took care of your face. I’m glad.”               Her smile was welcoming, both wide and gentle, a mix you’d never seen on anyone else before. It made you feel safe despite the fact you barely knew the girl. You grinned back weakly; hopeful you were able to convey your appreciation.               “Ah, hi there, kitty cat,” Ban said, his smirk wide and eyes narrowed. “Will you be joining us for dinner?”               You glanced at everyone else, uncertain before Gowther said, “Apparently Ban’s food is good. You should eat with us.”               “I don’t know how I would repay you though. I don’t have a lot of money,” you squirmed as you revealed such sensitive information about yourself.

              “You could always help waitressing!” Meliodas said brightly.               You blinked and nodded meekly, casting your gaze down to the floor, “Sure.” ---               You didn’t realize back then saying yes to dinner and helping out in the bar for the night would lead to staying with the Seven Deadly Sins. You began to travel with them, becoming a welcome addition to their group. Even Diane and King had opened up to you and you had learned that the pig wasn’t just an ordinary pig but a talking one named Hawk.

              You had yet to meet Merlin or Escanor, but you had only been with them for a month. You had taken to your waitressing job well, enjoying having a task to do and a schedule and people that you dared to call friends. Or at least allies. Lately at night you had found Gowther outside and slowly your relationship began to grow with the strange man. And it was becoming perhaps the most important relationship you would find among the strange members of the group.

              It started last week; you were unable to sleep due to the unbearable heat of the night and so you found yourself wandering outside in hopes of finding cool air. You didn’t find that relief, but you did find Gowther, with his slim legs dangling over the edge of the Boar Hat’s balcony. He was completely engrossed by the book in front of him, and you were equally distracted by the softened edges of his face. For once he didn’t look completely emotionless, for once he looked relaxed. You hesitated to interrupt him.              

              “Are you going to join me?” he asked, not once lifting his eyes from the pages in front him, in fact he turned one.               “Oh!” you squeaked in surprise. “I didn’t realize you knew I was here. I’m sorry for disturbing you.”               “You aren’t,” he said bluntly, putting the book down on his lap and glancing loosely over his shoulder at you. “Would you like to know what I am reading?”               It wasn’t necessarily that you wanted to know what he was reading, but you wanted to know more about him. Ever since the first time you met him and he took care of the injuries on your face, treating you as if you were made of glass, you’d found your eyes wandering to him more and more. You wanted to know what happened beneath his blank mask. Being privy to his moment of happiness just a second ago felt both wrong and special.               Finally, you nodded, taking a seat beside him and letting the humid air of the night tickle your bare feet, “Yeah.”               Quietly, Gowther began to explain what he was reading and how much he had read, and then when you finally understood where he was in the book, he picked it up again, only to begin reading aloud. You felt warmth, a comfortable kind, curl about your chest as you listened to his calming voice tell you of a story of knights and kingdoms. It was something fantastical that you didn’t expect the Sin to read, but the fact that he was reading it just showed how multifaceted he was.

              He managed to spin a colorful tale from the book even though his voice never once lifted from its monotone expression. It was almost hypnotic, pressing images into your brain that much easier. You closed your eyes, leaning back against your palms as you relaxed into his words and let the world he spoke of cradle you, until finally unconsciousness took its hold.

              You didn’t wake until the next morning, realizing you were back in bed and uncertain if the moment the night before had even happened. You glanced to the side where Elizabeth usually was sprawled out in the other bed but there was no one, however sitting on the nightstand was the book from last night that Gowther had been reading from. Did he finish it after you’d fallen asleep?

              There was a strange pit that grew in your stomach, growing from a seed of frustration that you’d let yourself drift off to unconsciousness and missed the end. Now all you wanted was to listen to him finish the story. You stroked the spine of the book pensively and stood to stretch and prepare for the day.               “Oh? Look who’s late to the rise. Almost giving King a run for his money,” Ban taunted from behind the counter when you made your way down the stairs.               The air smelled like breakfast, cooking ham and eggs mixed with the sweetness of some sort of fresh fruit. You licked your lips, rubbing a hand over your eagerly growling stomach. He smirked at you as he looked at you from around the corner and nodded to the pan in his hand.               “Want some breakfast?” he asked as he flipped whatever mix of foods were in the eggs.               “Please,” you murmured, your soft voice barely carrying in the room.

              Your eyes slid throughout the pub, taking in Meliodas in one corner who seemed to be watching Elizabeth sweep the dust on the floors. Gowther was sitting at a table with a different book this time, propped in his hands. Diane in her small form was eating with Hawk while King still slept on his Chastiefol.

              Gowther was the first to glance up after Ban, at the sound of your voice. His dull gaze took in your presence and then he smiled softly, the expression was gentle and comforting. Just like the presence he had become in your life. Diane and Elizabeth both were eager to greet you.               “Good morning!” Elizabeth said cheerfully and Diane nodded in agreement, her mouth full of food.               “Did you sleep well?” Meliodas asked. “You usually don’t sleep in.”               “It was a little warm last night,” you offered as an explanation, your eyes wandering once again over to Gowther who was smirking down at his book.               It’s like the night you two had shared was a secret. Something special you felt encouraged the friendship between you and the strange man.

              The day slipped by normally, spending the day joking, smacking Meliodas when he got too fresh with Elizabeth, and trying to stop Ban from drinking too much. When the pub opened for a nearby town you went to work filling out orders and carrying meals to tables. But you noticed a slow ache was encroaching in your limbs, something that wasn’t going away, and you couldn’t place what it was from. Maybe from all the extra and consistent work?

              Your tail curled around your thigh as contractions rippled through your abdomen and you nearly cried out. But instead, you pushed through it to serve the last customer you had filled out an order for and then excused yourself. Your stomach was aching, and you felt unbearably hot. Your body was nearly dripping in sweat.

              You found yourself wandering outside to the edge of the Boar Hat’s porch for relief once again, the warmth of the summer night offering little more than a small breeze to cool you. You shivered as you wrapped your arms around yourself, even though you felt on fire it was like any cold felt thousands of degrees lower than it should be.                             “Are you well?” a familiar voice called from behind you.               You looked over your shoulder to see Gowther and you smiled softly, your tail relaxing as your body calmed in his presence.               You nodded, “Yeah, I think so. Just might be getting sick.”               His head tilted curiously, “Why do you think that?”               “Achy, feverish, you know the typical stuff,” you said with a flippant wave of your hand.               “No, I don’t know. But I would like to,” he said, taking a seat on worn wood.               “Why would you want to know about illness?” you asked with a laugh.               “I’ve never been sick, it’s a new experience, and I would like to know more about you,” he responded like it was the most obvious answer in the world.               Though you knew he likely meant nothing by it, you had grown attached to the Goat Sin and your cheeks warmed at his words. Your stomach fluttered and you swallowed nervously, trying to find a reason to continue the conversation because now you were certain things were getting awkward with your silence.               “Did you finish that book you were reading the other night? The one you read to me?” you asked.               He smiled, it was a millimeter of a difference from his usual expression, but it was still existent, “No I did not. I will once you are done.”               He’d given it to you to finish reading on your own. Your ears flicked excitedly at the thought that this was your opening. You wanted to know Gowther better too.               “Perhaps you’d like to read the rest together again?” you offered, hopefully.               He nodded, “I would like that. Do you have to go back inside, or would you like to start now?”               You blinked in surprise but shook your head, “I am done. And I’d love to.”               There was an odd emotion that flashed across his face then, something you’d never seen the man express. Almost as if he was relieved while he dashed away to go grab the book. You settled more comfortably against the porch, resting against one of the pillars providing support. Trying to ignore the way you shivered.

              The next thing you knew you heard footsteps across the creaking wood and felt something warm draped over your shoulders.               “You looked cold,” Gowther said.

              You looked down and saw a blanket that you eagerly wrapped tighter around yourself. Just as you were curling up and preparing to enjoy his soothing voice, an ache rippled through your gut and an insistent warmth settled between your thighs. You could feel slick pooling in your underwear, and you let out a small moan. You needed to be filled, you needed something deep inside you, you shot Gowther a heated look where he was flipping through the book and muttering.               “Gowther,” you sighed.               “Yes?” he asked, looking up.               You watched his expression, saw the minute changes and the way his cheeks flushed slightly, uncharacteristically. Gowther licked his lips, swallowing hard enough you could hear it, and he gently placed the book down as he gave you his full attention. The force of his stare was enough to have your tail prickling and skin tingling. You needed him, he could help, you wanted him to help most of all. Your instincts took ahold with vicious talons and twisted you under their control.                             “I need you,” you gasped, your breath leaving you as you admitted the very fact that had been growing in your heart since you’d met the Sin.               “Need me? Need my help?” he asked.               “I’m going into heat I-I think,” you stuttered over the words, hesitant and shy, glancing down at the ground as your lust mixed toxically with your embarrassment.               He frowned, “What can I do?”               You knew he understood what it meant; he had read enough books to know what that word meant. But you weren’t certain he understood the implications of you asking for his help. Though you no longer cared either, you needed him and only him, and as a painful twisting sensation rippled through your gut one more time, your ability to think rationally was becoming harder and harder to achieve.               “Fuck me,” you groaned, collapsing toward the ground only to feel lithe arms surround you and hold you up.                             He inhaled sharply, a sound you didn’t think was possible from him. Gowther sounded surprised, taken aback, and when you looked up through heat clouded eyes at him, a definite flush of arousal had darkened his cheekbones. It wasn’t much, but it was more than you’d ever seen on him, his desires for you were very human in that moment as his lips dropped to yours instantaneously.

              The kiss was sloppy, he guided you and it seemed as if you were both inexperienced, but it didn’t matter. His lips, his taste, were like cool water slipping down your overheated throat. You breathed his oxygen, and he swallowed your moans, his tongue licked into your mouth teasingly and your entire body shuddered in his firm grip.

              Some dim part of you was aware you were outside, that there were patrons cheering and talking loudly in the Boar’s Hat, and yet you couldn’t care less. Gowther tasted like fresh strawberries and mint over ice water. It was perfection and your nails curled so tightly in his shirt that their sharp edges pierced the cloth.

              He heard the rip and broke off from your mouth, looking down at the damage with a lightly quirked brow. You panted and your fingers curled tighter, tearing longer gashes into his shirt as your tail wrapped around his waist.               “Please,” you breathed against his skin, your lips just hovering above his collarbone.               He let out a choked back groan, a sound neither of you expected and he seemed just as surprised as you. His fingers gripped the back of your neck, while his other hand wrapped around your hips held the flesh tightly on one side to keep you still. He dove back down to claim your mouth again and again, altering angles as if he couldn’t find one that could let him indulge deep enough.

              The touch on your neck left to trail down to cup the side of your breast, thumbing the bead of your nipple. You arced closer to the touch, trying to encourage it to increase, to press harder. Your nails dug deeper into his clothes until finally they pricked at his pale flesh and his breath hissed tightly against your lips. He pulled back long enough to nip your lips and suck on your tongue. You trembled in his hungry grasp, and he plunged demandingly back into your mouth over and over until you were nothing but a limp puddle in his hands.

              Then the creak of the door behind you alerted the two of you to someone approaching. There was a gasp and a squeak, and you spun around to see King hiding his face and a blush that rivaled the heat you could feel on your own expression, rising up from his chest and running all the way to his forehead.               “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” he babbled, followed by several more mumbled apologies as he zoomed back into the pub.               You looked back Gowther with surprise written on your face, you desire which had been at a full bonfire just a minute earlier was now a quiet smolder. Slowly it faded further until you questioned if it was ever really there. You hesitated before your eyes drifted down to the tattered shirt decorating his torso and blinked in surprise.               “Oh… um… I need to go back,” you managed to gasp out before rushing inside yourself, hoping that your nervous twitches wouldn’t be noticed.               You glanced back over your shoulder just before the door closed and saw Gowther press a finger to his lips and a look of wonder cross his face. A look you’d seen him make when he was trying to understand something.              

              The next few days you avoided Gowther as much as possible, unsure how to bring up the situation in a conversation or wondering if you were supposed to bring it up at all. Instead, you opted to ignore the problem and it was easy enough since the Goat Sin seemed to be away visiting Merlin.

              The heat you thought had been coming on seemed to have calmed down and you were unsure it had even happened. If it hadn’t been for the vivid memories still playing in your head, the knowledge that you had his skin under your claws for just a minute and his tongue in your mouth for quite a few, you would have been able to brush it all off as a dream. It was hard to breathe sometimes when you recalled his touch on you and then you could almost feel the phantom of the heat simmering low in your gut once again.

              You were busy wiping down the tables when Gowther walked back in and just his scent, the smell of strawberry candy and freshly cleaned sheets, was enough to cause your tail to curl up behind you and bristle. You scrubbed a little harder at a stubborn stain on the grain, only to realize it was a mark that had soaked into the wood directly and wasn’t about to come up. You swallowed, keeping your head down as you went to wash another table in hopes he wouldn’t notice you.               “Good afternoon,” Gowther said with a gentle call of your name.               You froze under his gaze as you turned and looked slightly at him. Your eyes were dropped toward the side, refusing to meet his directly. You could feel the bottom of your stomach warm, and your cheeks twitched into a hesitant smile.               “Hi,” you offered shyly.               No one else was downstairs currently, and you knew from the way your body was reacting you were already flirting with a dangerous situation. Still once you looked at him fully you couldn’t turn away from him.               “Gowther we need to talk later,” you said.               He stares at you, seeming not to be aware of what you mean. He didn’t seem to understand why nor how serious it was. But with that confused and blank face he nodded innocently, completely unaware of how your stomach squirmed for him nor how the heat slowly collected between your thighs.                             “Tonight?” he asked.               You knew he meant at your usual place on the rim of the roof, where you would read books together and you’d fall asleep to the sound of his soft voice. You nodded and turned away from him, wrapping your tail tight around your waist in hopes of giving yourself some sort of comfort. He made a small sound of curiosity before you heard him walk up the staircase to the rooms that only seemed to somehow be slowly growing.

              The pub was unusually quiet that day with the Sins having their own things to do and traveling seeming to be on everyone’s minds. The rocking of Mama Hawk kept your thoughts stable as you focused on keeping your balance while working on organizing the kitchen. Before you knew it, evening was falling, and dinner was being served by a whistling Ban. However, your stomach turned away from the thought of eating and you pushed your plate far away from yourself in hopes that the smell would dissipate.

              Your heat was coming back with Gowther’s scent so close by, lingering in the rooms, and your desire to feed yourself was waning. Instead, you wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of his cock. You squirmed on a chair as Ban and Elizabeth, both sent you curious looks while King resolutely ignored your distress and instead focused on Diane, even though his ears were pinking and you were certain it wasn’t because of the discussion about the fight that happened in the last town.

              Your ears flattened against your skull and tail curled around the leg of the chair as you felt your abdomen contract in desperation when Gowther practically floated down the stairs and walked lightly behind you until he perched on the chair just a table beyond. You ached so desperately for him, and you knew he had no idea what his mere presence was doing to you.               “You okay, little cat?” Ban’s deep voice asked, and you looked up at him with wide eyes.               “Yeah, stomach is just a bit off tonight,” you murmur apologetically, one of your ears flicking nervously.

              Elizabeth immediately jumped onto the possibility that you might be getting sick. Her eyes turned to Ban, widening even more and she pouted.

              “Do you think you can make some soup for her?” she asks.

              You shake your head, “I don’t need that Elizabeth, I just need a break for tonight. Some rest.”

              “If you’re sure,” she mumbles and looks at you in concern.

              “I think I’m going to go up to bed, actually,” you say with a gentle bow of your head.

              The others sent you a cheery good night, but Elizabeth looked worried, and Ban looked almost suspicious when his eyes landed on your flushed cheeks. You could feel the weight of Gowther’s stare following you to the steps and you breathed a sigh of relief when you finally closed the door to your room behind your back.

              You sank down against the cool wood, letting it soothe your growing fever from your increasing heat symptoms. Immediately your fingers dove down into your pants to reduce the ache between your thighs. Your body seized under the touch of your pads and your legs fell open for easier access.

              Slowly you collected your own slick and worked it over your swollen flesh, sighing slightly at the calming sensation that took over your eager libido. It was like soothing water trickled down your nerves, even as you twitched every time you flicked over your needy little clit. The memory of those amber eyes that were usually so curious but lacking emotion, and instead shifted with heat and excitement in your mind. The way they had when he kissed you, when the flames of passion had been licking at his skin just like yours.

              Your sighs turned to choked off moans as you grew closer to your peak. The Gowther in your mind’s eye kissed down your body until his lips hovered over where you touched yourself. It’s as if he were waiting for you to tell him what to do.

              What do you need?  His eyes asked. But you couldn’t tell him, if you spoke, they’d find out.

              The sound of footsteps were coming up the stairs so you grew quieter even though your fingers moved faster. It was likely just someone else going to their room anyway, they wouldn’t bother you. That’s what you told yourself while you continued to rush towards the edge.

              Then through your ecstatic state, you heard a knock at the door, soft and familiar. You knew what was coming next, he never waited for you to say it was ok for him to come in. Instead… the door opened, and you fell backward with it. Within seconds you were scrambling up, your hand having retreated from your pants.

              You blinked at Gowther with wide eyes and flattened, embarrassed ears. He returned the look only instead of shame he merely seemed confused. Then his amber gaze drifted down to where your fingers still shone with your slick and you saw him swallow hard.

              He walked into the room, closing the door behind him and he knelt down before you, “Did you still need my help?”

              He asked it so innocently even though it sent your insides aflame. You nodded silently, your eyes darting to the side in hopes of avoiding the disappointment you expected to see in his. But instead, he caught your chin and kissed the breath from you within seconds, with deep plunging swirls of his tongue and greedy pulls of his lips.

              He grabbed your dirtied hand and brought it to his lips, staring at it curiously until his nostrils flared and he inhaled eagerly.  The pink of his tongue darted out as Gowther licked you slowly, from one knuckle to the next. Cleaning you thoroughly as if the flavor of your arousal was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

              The throbbing in your cunt that had finally relaxed seemed to come back full force and you whimpered under his attentions. Gowther pushed closer to you, tilting your chin up as he leaned over you and kissed your lips. The press of his lips turned demanding soon enough, so much so that you could taste yourself swirling on his tongue.

              Then the door, which was still unlocked, burst open to reveal Ban holding a steaming bowl of what your addled brain provided as soup once you and Gowther nearly leaped apart. Ban stood there silently for a moment before a sly and sharp smile crept across his face.

              “Sorry for interruptin’,” he muttered and with that he turned around and the door shut firmly behind him.

              You looked at Gowther with wide eyes, taking in the slight flush of arousal on his cheeks and the barely controlled lust burning in his amber gaze. It was so rare to see him like this, so emotional. Your hand touched his cheek, stroking across the pink staining his skin before he cleared his throat, seeming uncomfortable with his own state.

              “I’m sorry. We will talk later tonight still, right? I will make sure to have myself more under control by then,” he stood and without even giving you a chance to grab a hold of your confused tongue and ask him to stay, he left out the door.

              You sat on the floor for several minutes, your body still burning from his touch. You could still feel the ghost of his lips and tongue gliding across yours and the way he hovered over you perfuming the air with his scent. With a sigh you moved to the door and opened it once to look down the hall, only to see the still warm soup sitting on the floor off to the side of the entrance.

              With a smile of appreciation, you scooped up the food and made it back into your bedroom. You managed to eat some before taking a small nap despite how uncomfortable your pussy had become again. It wasn’t until the stars were glittering in the ebony of the night sky that you woke again. It was some time until you realized you needed to go talk to Gowther.

              While you slept Gowther made his way downstairs after gathering his composure. For some reason that face you made when you said you needed him made him crave you just as bad. More so than he had ever wanted anyone before. Even Nadja.

              However, there were certain things that reminded him of Nadja when it came to your actions. Your kindness and gentle nature, your intense generosity when it came to the Sins and anyone you were comfortable with. But he didn’t see you necessarily as a replacement for her. No, he wanted you more than he’d ever even thought of her.

              He had known you very little but the time you spent alone together had become strangely irreplaceable to him. He wondered if this was what people called love. Or was it something more? His feelings toward you were growing stronger even if he couldn’t quite understand them.

              Gowther was so lost in his own thoughts of trying to sort out his own emotions that he didn’t notice Ban’s arm appear from the bottom of the stairs to snatch him in its grip. He immediately looked up in surprise to see the sly smirk the taller man sent him.

              “So, you and our little kitty cat?” Ban asked, innuendo dripped from his words, but Gowther couldn’t grasp what he was implying.

              “What do you mean?” he responded.

              The Fox Sin sighed in irritation, but King seemed to zero in on their conversation.

              “Did you walk in on them too?!” he cried, his face flushing red at the memories that were likely playing in his head. “God you guys need to learn how to lock doors.”

              Gowther looked up and Ban laughed boisterously, “They’ve done this before? Ooh I didn’t think you were such a dog!”               He grinned like the predator he was named after at the man caught in his grip. The other sins were all leaning in on the conversation now.

              “What happened?” Meliodias piped up, obviously sensing the perversion dripping in the air.

              “Saw Gowther here mackin’ on our little cat upstairs. Looked about ready to dive between her legs any second,” Ban chuckled.

              “Oh! Ban gross!” Diane admonished. “Couldn’t you be a little less crude?!”

              “If the situation called for it,” he responded with a lax shrug.

              Gowther was completely lost, and he currently wished he could understand what was going on. The itching of his fingers and the desire to use his powers came to him strongly but instead he glanced to the door where he could escape to the outside. He knew his friends didn’t like it when he read their minds.

              “So-o?” Meliodas practically sang.

              Gowther turned his attention to his captain, “So?”               The parroting of the word seemed to make his confusion more obvious than his expression or lack thereof had. Ban sighed again, and Diane shook her head.

              “Do you like her?” Meliodas asked.

              “Like?” Gowther copied again, tilting his head and considering the word.

              “The way I like Elizabeth,” Meliodas motioned to the princess, and she flushed before twitching on the spot.

              “Meliodas,” she softly reprimanded.

              He grinned at her before stroking down her thigh and causing her spine to straighten. Diane reached across to smack the back of her Captain’s head. Things were getting out of hand and Gowther still didn’t understand what was being discussed. Was it love? Affection? Lust?

              Did he feel all of those things for you? He wasn’t sure, it was hard to understand his own emotions. Lust seemed most likely to be what he was feeling.

              “You mean lust?” he said bluntly.               Diane nearly had a fit, “That’s not all there is it to it! Is that all you feel for her?”

              “Hm, I do not quite know what it is I feel for her,” Gowther admitted. “I want to touch her and kiss her. But… there is more?”

              He tilted his head in his usual confused way. The others looked at each other, exchanging expressions that were sympathetic for the Goat Sin. He may not have known how he felt but the others had a good idea, though they weren’t quite sure how deep his feelings went.

              “Perhaps you need to take her on a date?” Elizabeth offered.

              “No, he needs to show he’s interested before asking that,” King said shaking his head.

              “How about flowers?” Diane asked. “All girls love flowers.”

              Gowther looked at them with a raised brow. For once he couldn’t keep up. All this talk of dates and gifts, loving someone or not, he barely knew what was going on inside himself let alone trying to figure out whether he wanted, what was it people called it? A relationship?

              He just shook his head and walked past the other sins toward the door outside. This was a discussion for him to have with you, not with anyone else. That’s what others did right? That’s what felt right at least.

              “I need to think but mostly I need to talk to her about it. It involves us, not you,” for once his voice was firm and he let the door close shut tightly, cutting off the suffocating atmosphere from inside.

              The night air enveloped him in a mixture of cool and humidity, the scent of an oncoming storm rode the light breeze, and he wondered if it would break the slightly hotter daytime temperatures they were getting. Pulling a book from the pocket of his jacket, Gowther leapt up onto the balcony of the Boar’s Hat upper level and he rested against the outer wall as he began to read.

              You wandered down the stairs with a yawn stretching your jaw and your hand swiping across your teary eyes. The nap had felt good, and your heat symptoms were currently at a gentle simmer, something calm enough you could ignore them for now. You wondered if that was because you couldn’t smell Gowther in the immediate vicinity.

              Once you could focus your bleary eyes, you glanced around the lower levels, where most of the team sat scattered around barely functional due to what looked like some sort of drinking game. They were louder than usual and even Elizabeth seemed to have lost her usual decorum to some extent. You couldn’t see the shock of magenta hair anywhere and guessed he must already be waiting on the lip of the roof for you.

              You slowly began to creep toward the door in hopes you wouldn’t draw attention to yourself. Mostly you wanted to avoid any awkwardness that might crop up from earlier. However, that was not to be since Ban immediately zeroed in on your presence and wolf whistled as he saw you tip toeing to where he knew the goat sin had run off too.

              “Go get it!” he yelled far louder than was necessary and you felt embarrassment sink deep into your bones.

              The night was calm and soothing, but when your nose twitched, and you inhaled, you could smell a storm on the horizon with a touch of staticky ozone lingering in the air. It promised to be a big one. For now, though, you were safe, and could enjoy the gentle breeze brushing across your skin and reducing the constant fever you seemed to be running lately.

              You grabbed the lip of the roof only to feel a cool and soft hand grab the back of your wrist and hoist you up. You stared at Gowther in surprise to see him sitting there, with an open book spread beside him, seeming to be waiting for you.

              “Y’know, I knew you’d be here but… I can’t seem to get used to you anymore,” you admitted softly.

              He frowned and you thought you saw a tiny flash of hurt in his expression, “What do you mean?”

              “I don’t mean it like that,” you say softly, shaking your head, hopeful to relax him. “I meant that I’m so aware of you now. And only you. My body needs you; I need you. I want you and only you. But… I’m not sure if it’s just because of my hormones or not.”               You looked down at the wood you knelt on and clenched your hands on your knees.               “I will help you; I want to help you. More than anyone I’ve ever known; I want to know you. Understand you,” he hesitated and for the first time since you’d met Gowther he looked uncertain. “I’m not sure that makes sense.”               “It does for you,” you laughed shakily, a sound that relaxed some of the tension that had been rising.               “We can do this without any deeper meaning until your… heat?... passes,” he promised.               Something twinged in your chest, unhappy with that result, but you also knew it was the most logical choice. You nodded and smiled at him, he brushed a thumb against your cheek, and you looked at his delicate features with affection. Your ears flicked and his fingers moved up to touch the soft fur gently.

              Your eyes closed and a soft purr rolled up your throat. You heard a soft huff and cracked open one of your eyes and saw that Gowther had a gentle smile on his face, it was small just like all his expressions, but it looked like he was about to laugh. You leaned into his petting for a moment, until you felt the fire grow and lick violently up your spine again. It coiled in your stomach and begged, tugging at your clit until it pulsed with need.               “Gowther,” you breathed.               Your thighs clenched and a flash of pride grew in his eyes as he watched you struggle in his presence. You rocked against the air, your tail thrashing behind you but he ignored the spot you ached for him most. Instead, he tugged your ear lightly to drag your mouth to his, continuing where you left off in the room.

              His tongue rolled across yours and you sucked it desperately, wishing it was his cock instead. As if reading your mind, which you aren’t totally sure he hadn’t, Gowther broke away from you to stand and work his pants open.

              He pulled his erection out, pale and flushed, long and curved in a way that made your walls clench because you knew it would hit just right. Your mouth watered as you kneeled before him and he stood in front of you. He stroked across the soft skin of his cock, once, twice, gathering the pearling precum at the tip to work it down the sides.

              You leaned forward barely noticing the way the rough wood dug into your knees. Instead, your tongue popped out, and you lapped at the head. Instantaneously, as the salty and sweet flavor of his pre splashed across your taste buds, your body nearly screamed with the amount of heat that consumed it. The sheer desire was suffocating, you needed him inside you, stuffing you full and breeding you. Your tail curled tight around your waist in hopes of controlling yourself a bit more, in hopes to bring you both a little more pleasure before you lost your mind completely.

              His hand cupped your skull and guided you forward, encouraging you to open your mouth so he could slide along your tongue and down your throat. The heady weight of him resting there made you delirious, you could smell the musky scent of his desire and the sharp scent of crushed mint. It was so good as he slid back and forth, slowly and methodically, testing the primal desire that he’d never experienced before.

              You looked up underneath your lashes at him and saw his cheeks flushed a deep pink, almost matching his hair and his jaw dropped open to let out soft pants of air. Your jaw was stretched uncomfortably, in a way that kept you focused on how wide he’d split you when he fucked you. The curve of his dick touched the softness of the beginning of your throat, making you gag every now and then around him.

Slowly drool began to accumulate along his length and down your chin. He tasted so good, a mix of salt and like the white part of a strawberry, just a bit sweet and sour. Your lids fluttered and he groaned, causing them to fly open again as you noticed his head tilt lazily on his shoulder. His hips picked up speed until he barely left you time to draw in air. You weren’t sure you cared though.

              You gagged more, the sounds turned sloppier and Gowther’s hips were pushing harder against your nose and chin. Then both of you heard steps as they made their way out onto the deck. Your eyes widened but Gowther didn’t seem to have any mind to stop.

              Yet, right as you thought maybe the person had gone inside or maybe Gowther was going to cum and it wouldn’t matter, despite the fact your pussy desperately wanted him to cum inside it and only it, Diane’s head popped up over the side with a sly smile. It seemed as if she had intended to catch the two of you doing something and cause embarrassment again but from the look on her face, she got far more of an eyeful than she intended.               “Oh my god!” she screamed and leapt over the rim of the roof to where we stood.               Gowther immediately let go, and for a moment you were hypnotized by the way your drool mixed with his precum and dripped off his dick. Diane’s hand came down within seconds of Gowther getting his brain back under control and smacked his cheek so hard that it reddened instantaneously.               You on the other hand were trying to wipe your chin clean and pull the hood of your jacket back up to hide your embarrassment.               “What the hell are you doing!?” Diane yelled at Gowther, as if you hadn’t been a willing participant.               You watched in surprise as chaos ensued and Gowther stared at her with his erection slowly softening. Your entire body cried in despair, and you found yourself almost reaching out to help him find pleasure again. He tucked himself away again though and faced Diane with a bland expression.               “Helping her. She asked me to,” he said.               That did not go over well. After the second crack of her skin against his, you stepped in.               “Please Diane,” you held your hand out in a placating gesture, scrambling forward on all fours. “Stop. He’s right. I was a willing participant.”               For a moment Diane seemed to freeze, confused, and then her face flushed impossibly darker, she screeched in embarrassment, muttered some form of apology, and dove back to ground. The mood had been officially broken despite the way your body still throbbed with need. You were still on your knees and Gowther looked at you but something in his eyes was very different. There was a glow, no matter how small, that had never been there before. A look that dare you say, seemed like affection.               You trembled under his stare, uncertain where this was going, and he opened his mouth before squinting his eyes and for a moment looking uncertain. He offered you that tiny expression you recognized as a smile, and he pulled you up to stand next to him.               “Let’s find somewhere private,” he whispered.               You shivered when his cool breath touched the canal of your ear, but you nodded all the same. Yeah, you wanted to be with him, desperately. So, you allowed him to urge you down off the roof and further away from the Boar’s Hat. ---

Meliodas was leaning back on two legs of the chair he sat on. He contemplated the ceiling as he occasionally took deep drinks from his cup. Diane burst into the pub, and even that didn’t disrupt his deep thoughts as he stared at the shapes the wood grain made.               “Dia-ane, what’s wrong?!” King asked and Meliodas finally turned his head to look over at where the two of them and his Elizabeth stood.               “God, I walked in on them,” Diane said, her voice trembling and her face bright red as she hid it behind her hands. “She-she was on her knees…”               King immediately broke in to stop her words, “Woah, woah, no need to be descriptive!”               The giantess nodded, seeming thankful she didn’t need to explain anymore. Meliodas sighed.               “They need to get this out of their systems,” he said bluntly.               Ban laughed, nearly spitting beer, “Perhaps we should avoid goin’ out. Since they haven’t come back.”               “That’s it! Everyone stays inside for the night!” Meliodas agreed.               “Why?” Elizabeth asked.               “No need to worry,” Meliodas responded, stroking the curve of her ass.               Elizabeth stiffened in surprise and Hawk butted against his chair hard enough to make him topple over. Meliodas sent him a glare even as the pig chattered on about being inappropriate. Drowning out the farm animal by focusing on dragging his chair back upright and taking another swig of his ale, he wished the two of his team outside luck as they found their way to each other. ---

The moon glowed above you, hanging with a pregnant fullness in the dark of the sky. Stars twinkled in between the oncoming clouds and though you both knew a storm was on its way neither of you worried, too tangled up in each other. Gowther’s lips stroked across yours, needy and demanding, as he nipped yours open and then rolled his tongue past your teeth. He claimed your mouth over and over, hunger roiling through you both and eventually it boiled over in you until your tail was rising over your hips and bristling.

Your groin burned, aching for his cock, something you’d been denied over and over again. You rocked against nothing but the growing breeze and the fabric between your legs and slick gathered at the apex of your thighs. Your cunt grew hot, unbearably so and you were mewling into his mouth, your fangs pricking at his lips as your claws sank into the cloth of his shirt once again.

              You pulled back long enough to breathe in deeper, seeing in the glow of the moon droplets of blood left behind on Gowther’s lips. He seemed unconcerned as he swiped his tongue across them and then wrapped his hand back around you, drawing you in for a deeper kiss until you felt like he was scooping the air from your lungs with his tongue.

              He worked your jacket and shirt off your body until you were forced to part by the cloth. But as soon as it was gone, he was back, feasting from your mouth and swallowing every sound you made. You shuddered in his tight grasp and his fingers worked over your curves gently, cupping your breast until you shifted and tried to get him to touch the sensitive peaks of your nipples. And when his thumb finally brushed over them you cried out, breaking from his mouth and nearly twisting in his grasp.

              His hand around your back, worked up your spine to grip around your neck, controlling every movement you made. You sighed, your nails sinking into his chest until finally you were able to rip apart his shirt enough that it was time to discard it. He dropped it from his body like the ruined top wasn’t any real loss, and maybe it wasn’t, your touch, his touch, was too addictive to really care about the destruction of some cotton.

              Every time you parted from each other’s lips there was a small string of spit connecting you together, and the sheen of saliva painted your mouths. There were smacks of wet flesh and the kisses grew deeper and messier. It was so good that you were growing lightheaded and eventually you stumbled, only to be caught by Gowther’s wiry arms.

              He held you up, eyes searching your face until he finally seemed happy with your condition and led you to the forest floor. A cushion of moss and soft clover held your body. As you crushed it beneath your skin it smelled like fresh grass and that warm pollen scent.               You inhaled but it wasn’t long before Gowther pulled you back to him, with a murmur of, “Pay attention to me.”               His lips found your jaw, the beginning of your neck, fluttered down your collar bone and right above the swells of your chest. He showered your skin with gentle kisses, only to follow behind with scrapes of his teeth and sharp nips, and then soothe the ache with a light lick. It was too much; your fingers were digging into the greenery beneath you. Your body arched and head rocked from side to side. It was so euphoric.

              His fingers danced down your body, bringing goosebumps to the surface the closer he got to your waist. Your hips lifted, encouraging him to where the fire of your heat had settled, where your cunt cried out for him. You were tired of waiting. He seemed to understand, or perhaps he was just growing impatient too, because his soft lips latched around one of your nipples, causing you to cry out while his nimble fingers worked open your zipper.

              You were rocking against the air, nothing providing you friction and desperation had grabbed ahold of you. When he switched to your neglected nipple electricity shot through you, making you bow and your tail puff out.               “Hurry!” you exclaimed, trying to control yourself and not grab his head and force him harder into your breast. “I can’t t-take it.”               You shuddered violently and his chuckle was `muffled again the soft flesh of your chest. His teeth were sharp against your sensitive nub as he bit down, you trembled, uncertain whether you wanted to move away or beg for more. Your body seemed to be toeing the line between greedy for any sensation and yet overstimulated.

              You whined finally before your body twisted out of the grip of his cuspids only encouraging his hands to work your pants and underclothes off your legs. Cool air kissed your slick covered pussy and you nearly cried out when Gowther dropped butterfly kisses over your silken skin, slipping lower and lower until he hovered over your pelvis.               “Ready?” he asked.               Though he didn’t wait for your slow mind to come forward with an answer. Your brain was too burnt out on pleasure to comprehend his words and pull-out comprehensible words. Instead, he slipped your naked legs over his shoulders in a position he seemed too comfortable with for never having done it before.               Your cunt was spread wide for him, dripping arousal as your walls clenched needily around nothing. Before he dove down with the flat of his tongue, he licked you from entrance to pulsating clit. You squirmed in his grip, even as his arms tightened impossibly around you. Making you so much more aware that he was much stronger than his delicate features let on.               “Gowther,” you breathed, your hips rising as much as they could to seek out his touch. “Please?”               You beseeched him as your fingers tangled in his magenta hair, tugging hard to encourage his tongue to flick faster against your sensitive flesh. His tongue and lips focused on your clit, rolling against it until you were shaking and then all of sudden he was backing off. You watched as one of his arms released one of your thighs. He stared at you in a way that told you to stay still. But how could you do that when his lips were back around you and his finger was pushing into your aching heat.

              You twisted, your free hip rising more than your pinned one, unable to follow his silent command and his finger probed inside you. He didn’t know what he was doing at first, you could tell from the way he seemed to be searching for something that brought a reaction out of you. But then his finger brushed lightly against the wall of your inner pelvis, and you groaned lowly. Your entire body nearly shot out of his grasp and he was caught by surprise.

              His eyes widened from between your legs and then he purposefully did the same motion, a little harder and that spot, that action, had stars bursting in your vision. They dotted the canopy and you gasped.               “Oh g-god, more,” you stuttered, trying to follow the movements futilely.               “Stay still,” he demanded, and the vibration of his voice reverberated against your over sensitized skin.               You tried to shift away from him but instead Gowther held you still, a flash of hunger and impatience lighting up his usually dull eyes. He nipped at the sodden skin just on the outside of your pussy. You yelped and flinched, nodding in agreement to his words finally. Then he went back to feasting on your slick until finally he began to feel a change in your walls and hear the shift in your moans.               “Wait,” you pushed at his head, your voice trembling as you tried desperately to free yourself from his touch. “Wait, I-I’m gonna— fuck—gonna cum.”               A smile, the widest one you’d ever seen on his face, curled his lips. He increased his movement, his tongue spelled words across your vulnerable nub and his fingers curled, pressing harsh and tight against that spot that had you crying out until your voice began to crack. You could barely catch your breath and your ear muscles were aching from the way they strained and twitched.

              Finally, every tensing muscle in your body snapped and then relaxed as you groaned gutturally. Your orgasm washed over you, sending your nerves tingling and hips rutting shamelessly against Gowther’s beautiful face. He encouraged it though. His fingers withdrew but his tongue continued to pulse against your vulnerable clit until you finally yanked at his hair.               “Stop! I don’t want that,” you murmured, and he looked at you confused. “I want you. I want to be filled with you finally.”               He groaned his appreciation, “Yes, of course.”               He pushed his pants down until they settled at his mid-thigh, exposing his cock to your eyes again, that pretty pink tip was sticky with his precum already. He bit his lip as he gripped himself at the base, paused for a moment as if considering something and then leaned back on his haunches and lifted one of your legs over his elbow. The position spread you wide for him and you couldn’t help the flush of embarrassment that rushed through you. That didn’t stop either of you though when he pressed forward, and you gasped at the pressure he caused.

              It felt like you were being split apart, he’d prepared you so well but still he was so much to take. He’d looked slender and beautiful, something that should be easy to take in your heated state, but he wasn’t. He stopped to rest on his hand when he was pressed halfway into you, his glasses glinted, and his eyes nearly rolled as you clenched down on him.               “Relax,” he hissed, his hips jumping forward half an inch causing you both to groan.

“I’m trying,” you swore.               “Let me in, kitten,” he breathed, using a nickname he never intended.

              But it was like opening the gates, you gasped, and your body relaxed for him, letting him push pelvis to pelvis with you. There was a sweet ache in your loins, but it was so good. That mild pain was adding insurmountable pleasure as he rocked back, the slide easier than expected thanks to the slick that now lined his cock.                             “Good girl,” he purred as he leaned further back, arching your spine for him and then rolling his hips in a quick and perfected rhythm.               It was euphoric, hitting you in all the right spots, dragging in the best ways, to where you couldn’t catch your breath. Were you drowning? Were you even alive anymore? Wasn’t death supposed to be painful? Each lucky inhale was sharp agony in your oxygen deprived lungs. But with the way Gowther was looking at you, like you had made him into a ravenous beast, you couldn’t find yourself caring.

              Your pelvis was rising to meet his, and he was not only shifting his hips in that perfect way with each fuck forward but when he slipped toward you, he ground against you for a few seconds. It caused the soft curls at the base of his dick to rub your clit tantalizingly.                             “Fuck,” Gowther spat, and if you weren’t in the throes of ecstasy, you would have been surprised.               Gowther didn’t cuss but your cunt twitching around him brought something out of him. It was bestial, greedy, he wanted to fill you over and over until you were dripping with his cum. Until he had to stuff his fingers into you so it would stay plugged inside. Because that’s what he wanted. He wanted it in you, he wanted to breed you.

              “I want to fuck you full,” he snarled, baring his teeth in an animalistic snarl. “I want to breed you, kitten.”               Your body seized upward excitement causing your cunt to clench and muscles to spasm, “Yes.”                You wanted it, you wanted it so badly. You wanted to pull more of this darkness and greed out of your lustful Sin. Your hands wound their way around his thighs, the only part of him that you could touch. You claws scrabbled at the leather hide of his pants. Desperation in your every movement for more that he could give you. He leaned over you finally, finally giving you something to hold onto better.

              Immediately your claws sank into his shoulders, and he groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His lips crashed against yours as his movements grew wilder and he swallowed your every sound, fed you his oxygen until finally you came with your eyelids fluttering and the black behind them turning staticky white.

              Pleasure unfurled from your cunt like a white-hot lava, racing up your spine and down your nerves, leaving your skin tingling and burning. Gowther couldn’t stop though, he wouldn’t, it felt so good with you clamping around him, milking him and urging him to completion. Quickly he pushed you into a second orgasm, one that fell right on the heels of the first.

You thrashed under him violently, until he came with a groan, painting your insides white. His hips grew sloppy, slowed down but he didn’t stop.               Eventually your cunt throbbed again, growing eager for more. Your heat pushed you into another round, accepting his excitement to keep going.               “Wait Gowther,” you whispered.               Because though you physically wanted it, mentally you needed a moment. You needed to process what just happened because he hadn’t pulled out at all. But he had no intention of waiting.               “You’re ready to go again,” he sighed in relief in your ear, his movements growing steadier and more confident.               Since when had he become so knowledgeable about your body? ---

The two of you crept back the morning after your dalliance in the woods. The others were together at the tables, eating breakfast and all eyes turned to you as the door opened. You were certain your face flushed eight shades of red even though Gowther refused to let go of your hand.               “Looks like it’s time to celebrate,” Meliodas crowed from his seat.               By the early afternoon the celebration had left most of the party so drunk they couldn’t move, but Gowther looked at you no differently even as you were babbling to Elizabeth, and Diane was picking twigs out of your hair still. He was certain you were everything he’d been looking for when trying to understand human emotion. He finally understood the root of humanity. Love.