#Won’t main tag but lemme know!!!

[lyn-ne]

hey when I get back from vacation would you guys want a “good luck, babe!” Animatic with Himari and kazuko…

[truly-quirkless]

[@mxndjxcker || Because we are both filthy enablers (/lh).]

First day of school...Fin hadn't really been thinking too much about it, to be honest. Outside of hiding from the kids who went to do their first round of Hero course training, they'd mostly stayed away...until the final bell had rung, and they were all but sure a grand majority of the students had gone home. That was when they'd been wandering the halls of U. A.,...

And spotted a student, still in the halls. Their head tilted slightly, letting their pace increase from its moderately-slow walk to a more average speed.

"Kid? Whatcha still doin' on school grounds? Didn't th' bells ring...I'unno, an hour ago?" They slipped their phone out of their pocket- eyes sliding over the time before finding the teen's visage again. Their phone was once more pocketed, head tilting slightly to the side. "Y'waitin' on someone?" Although this didn't seem like 'waiting for someone'...

More like 'getting the courage to leave'. But- Fin had never been that good at reading people unless they were actively threatening them, so...who were they to judge?

"...or do y'need a minute...?" They stopped short of the edge of a safe distance, far enough away to quickly leave if it was wanted- or walk closer if they thought it was needed.

[notjustjavierpena]

Will sugar daddy joel make an appearance again???

Shopping

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: He will, but he is very busy not spoiling his baby. Have a drabble of their recent activities!

Summary: Joel takes you shopping for lingerie.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: Sugardaddy!joel, abusive behavior, joel is cruel and powerful, daddy kink, unhealthy power dynamic, sex toys in public, orgasm denial

Word count: 1k

Shopping

“Don’t come,” Joel says as you squirm.

You shake your head, chest flushed pink at your rapid heart rate, “I won’t, I promise.”

He taps his thigh impatiently with his fingers as you look into the mirror to admire the bordeaux silk. You are in a dressing room, and you have been in here for what seems like forever with how turned on you are. Beside you, a steadily growing pile of lingerie gets bigger with every unsatisfied grunt Joel lets out. He cannot seem to make up his mind, but you think you like the blood-red set the best.

A quiet hum accompanies the both of you as background noise. It’s the buzzing sound of a little vibrator that sits against your clit, shaped like a butterfly and secured around your waist, hips and thighs with thin, pink straps. You can barely feel them digging into your skin anymore because of the heat radiating from your core with every pulse of the little device.

“This one?” You question him about the expensive underwear that you are wearing and try your best to hide the impatience in your voice. If only he would say yes because then you could come, that was the rule of this game that you hadn’t agreed to play.

You lean in to stare at the expensive lace pattern that’s barely covering your breasts, ignoring the throbbing between your legs to keep your word. It is becoming harder though, so you scrunch up your nose and wiggle your hips slightly to show off the skimpy outfit. Maybe that’ll change his mind.

Joel takes a sip of the to-go cup that he has brought into the store without permission, looking like he is making a life-altering decision. Then he shakes his head and your shoulders slump.

“Daddy,” you groan, refraining from stomping your feet in a tantrum-like manner.

“Turn,” he says without a hint of care for your childish display, drawing a circle in the air with his finger, “Lemme see ya.”

You do as you are told. The vibrator shifts just slightly as your legs move, causing the pressure to change for the briefest seconds and you flinch in embarrassment as a moan escapes your mouth. You were doing so well. Joel says nothing but as you face him, there’s a gleam of mischief in his eyes and a condescending smile on his face.

You shift a little on the spot again. The pressure in your belly grows, and you reach for the thick velvet curtain that separates you from the rest of the store to have something to helplessly hold onto. God—

“Don’t come,” he commands again, eyes roaming over your shaking body. He leans in to inspect the silk stitching on the curve of your hip, talking as if speaking about the weather, “You’ll ruin the silk I haven’t paid for with how much you usually cream yourself.”

You’re just about to say something but he interrupts the snark that he knows would have come from your mouth. The mischief is gone, having been replaced by sternness, “Trust me. I’m not in the mood.”

“Sorry,” you pout, “But don’t you like this one?”

Joel hums as a way of saying no, “Are you getting bored?”

“You said we were going shopping.”

He reaches a hand up to pull at the elastic band of the panties. It snaps against your skin and with how much your senses are on overdrive, you gasp and he chuckles darkly, “We are shopping, little rabbit.”

Joel’s hand then goes down to cup your whole cunt, pressing slightly inwards where your slit is. The fabric dips into you just slightly and you mewl pathetically.

But then the hand is gone as quickly as it arrived.

“This isn’t fun,” you continue complaining to distract yourself. If only you weren’t so close to coming you would be able to say it without your voice shaking. If only he’d tell you how pretty you are; you’ve grown accustomed to hearing his praise, having his eyes on you so you can come alive underneath their burn as they drink you in.

“I think it’s fun,” he answers, pats your hips to signal you to move around and with it makes you shudder, “Look at me again.”

He beckons you down towards him and when you lean down, bending over in the tiny cubicle, you almost think that he is about to kiss you. Instead, he grabs your jaw and presses your cheeks inwards with his strong fingers. You whimper, cunt clenching in interest as his eyes bore into you with a mix between disgust and arousal.

“You’re using my money, kiddo,” he spits harshly, “So don’t you think that it’s fair that I get to decide on what we do and what we buy?”

You nod slowly and with embarrassment. A moan escapes your lips again, and Joel gives you a look of disapproval. He reaches into his pocket and the buzz between your thighs comes to a halt, leaving you aching and wet to the point where it’ll start to get painful soon.

“Get dressed,” he says, pushing himself to stand.

You start taking off the lingerie that still hasn’t impressed him in the slightest. If only you could afford the red set alone but the money isn't there, and he isn’t easily convinced (he would have been by now).

“Which one are we getting?” You ask. Hopeful.

“None. They all looked fucking ugly on you anyway,” he moves past you quickly, exasperatedly.

“But,” you try, looking down between your legs so you don’t have to say it out loud. Please, Daddy, make me feel good.

He tears open the velvet curtain, making you scramble to cover up your very naked form, “Make yourself come. I’m gonna make a few calls.”

So you do as he leaves because it’ll hurt too much if you don’t. You come with a cry that’s held back by your teeth nearly splitting your lip open but then again; according to you, red is your color.

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[wannab-urs]

Title: Scotty Doesn't Know

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Summary: Scotty doesn't know you're hooking up with Dieter

Tags: songfic, smut, infidelity, dieter is a loser, scotty doesn't really deserve this he's just annoying, crack taken seriously, porn with the barest of plots, barely edited. WC: 2.8k

A/N: the song came on and I thought it would make a funny dieter fic? I'm shadowbanned and marked explicit rn, so lemme earn it with this gratuitous smut fic.

Dieter Bravo Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

Scotty doesn't know that [Reader] and me

Do it in my van every Sunday

She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go

Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know

–

The parkin' lot, why not?

It's so cool when you're on top

Dieter: Here 8=D

You slip out of the church, the preacher just getting started, and head to the back of the parking lot. Dieter’s beat up old VW bus, affectionately called “The Van,” is nestled between two big pickup trucks. Even if Scotty drives by the church, there’s no way he’ll see that Dee is here. 

You pull open the side door, cringing at the loud rattle. Dieter is completely naked, laid out in a suggestive pose and smirking at you. 

“You’re a fucking idiot, Dieter.”

“But I’m cute. Get in here!” 

You clamber into the van and roll the door shut behind you before sitting on the old beat up mattress beside Dee. He plucks at the thin straps of your sundress. 

“I like this, baby. It’s pretty. Take it off.” 

You roll your eyes at him but strip your dress off anyway. You ditch your panties while you’re at it and kick both your sandals into the very back of the van, before sitting back down on your knees beside Dieter. He pulls you in for a sloppy kiss with way too much tongue, and you shriek and slap his chest. 

“Quiet! You wouldn’t want Scotty to find out…” he waggles his eyebrows at you. 

You push him so that he falls flat on his back and straddle him. He slips his hand between your legs, dragging his thick fingers through your slick and then pushing one inside to the knuckle. The chunky ring on his middle finger digs into your labia. 

“Ow Dieter, your fu- fucking ring is stabbing me.” 

“I’m not taking it off.” Dieter pumps his finger into you just to emphasize his point and you whimper. 

“I actually can’t stand you. It’s gonna bruise,” you whine.

“Not like Scotty goes down on you enough to ever see it.” 

You roll your eyes at him, but he has a point. You’re the only one who will know, and you’re not necessarily opposed to having Dieter’s mark on you as long as Scotty won’t find out. Instead of answering him, you lean forward and kiss him. Dieter adds his middle finger, curling his fingertips against your walls and fuck it feels good. 

You suck Dieter’s bottom lip into your mouth and pull back, nipping his lip before you separate from him completely. “Lemme ride you.” 

“Fuck yeah!” Dieter pulls his fingers out of you and slips them into his mouth as you line up with his cock. You sink down on him slowly, pressing your hands into his chest. Dieter’s head drops back onto the mattress when you bottom out. “It’s so cool when you’re on top,” he breathes, palming both of your tits. 

“It’s so cool when you shut up,” you retort, but some of the bite is lost in how breathless you sound. You lift up on your knees, letting him slide almost completely out of you before you drop back down. Dieter grabs your hips and forces you to roll them forward, dragging your clit along the coarse hair at his base. You let your head fall back between your shoulder blades. Let Dieter drag you back and forth on his cock until you can’t hold in your whimpers anymore. He’s so deep inside you, grinding into your g-spot, it’s not long before you feel your cunt flutter around him, feel yourself soak him with your slick. 

“That’s right baby, come on my cock,” he smirks at you. 

“You know, you don’t have to speak,” you say, pulling yourself off him. 

“Wait! I didn’t get to come yet,” Dieter pouts at you. And god help you, it’s too adorable to resist. His plush bottom lip sticking out and his big brown eyes welling with undoubtedly fake tears. 

You get situated between his thighs and take his dick in your hand. He looks extremely relieved, as if not coming would have been the end of the world. You lick a stripe from his balls to his tip, eyes never leaving his, and he whimpers, still pouting a little. You roll your eyes at him and suck him down to the root. He tries to buck into your mouth, but you pin his hips down and set your own pace. 

You cup his balls in your hand, rolling them gently as you suck him off. He rests his hands on the back of your head, not pushing or pulling you, just wanting to touch you. 

You really need to get back inside before the preacher wraps up his sermon, so you slip one finger behind his sack and press it into his perineum. Even indirect stimulation to his little bundle of nerves drives him insane, and his grip on the back of your head tightens as he comes down your throat with a strangled cry. 

“Fuck! Fucking fuck fuck fuck.” 

You pull off him with a pop, swiping your thumb across your bottom lip to make sure nothing spilled out. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Dieter sighs. 

[Reader] says she's out shopping

But she's under me

And I'm not stopping

“I’m at the mall. I’ll see you later, okay?” 

“Sure thing, babe. Love you!” Scotty hangs up before you even have to answer him. You shove your phone in your pocket and knock on Dieter’s apartment door. 

You hear a weird amount of shuffling and banging around before the door opens. Dieter’s hair is a complete wreck, his ratty green robe is hanging open to reveal nothing underneath, and eyes are still bleary with sleep. 

“It’s 3 in the afternoon. Did you just wake up?” 

“Yes. Now get in here,” Dieter grabs your hand and pulls you into his apartment. He slams the door shut and continues dragging you by the wrist until you’re in his room. His bed, or rather his mattress on the floor, is unmade… but at least it has sheets on it. 

Dieter doesn’t waste time stripping your clothes off of you, tossing his own robe into the pile on the floor. “So where are you today?” He asks as he kisses your neck, walking back toward the bed. 

“The mall,” you tell him as you sink down (way down) onto the bed and pull him on top of you. 

“Won’t you need shopping bags for that lie?” Dieter asks, dragging his aquiline nose down your throat, between the valley of your breasts, and kissing your belly. 

“He won’t notice,” you sigh, putting your hands in his messy hair and pushing his head down between your legs. You’re already wet, just from seeing him naked at the door, as much as you hate to admit it. 

You’re really not sure what it is about this loser that turns you on so much. It’s probably his massive dick and pretty face – two things Scotty is not in possession of. 

Dieter licks a stripe through your folds and moans at the taste. You love how much he loves to eat you out. Dieter pulls your legs over his shoulders and buries his face between your legs, stuffing his tongue in your cunt and grinding his nose into your clit. You tug on his hair and he whines into your skin. 

He pulls back and nips your thigh. “Dieter! Don’t–” He plunges two fingers into your cunt, cutting off the reprimand. His ring nestles right up to the bruise he left the other day and it hurts, but you like it. 

“Don’t make a mark,” Dieter mocks. “I know, baby.” He places his lips over your clit and sucks on it in time to the thrust of his fingers. You fucking love his mouth, tell him as much with a long groan of his name. He curls his fingers into your walls, nibbles lightly on your clit. You arch your back and pull his face into you by his hair as you come, cunt clamping down on his fingers. He works you through it, gently massaging your g-spot until your body relaxes. 

“Fuck, Dieter.” 

“That’s the idea, babe.” Dieter pushes your legs off his shoulders and climbs on top of you. He rests his weight on one arm by your head and hitches your thigh over his hip with the other. His hard cock runs through your soaking pussy a few times before his head catches on your entrance and he slides in to the hilt. 

His head drops to your shoulder and he shudders out a breath. “Always feel so good, baby.” 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him tight to you as he starts rolling his hips. One of your hands slides up into that tousled mess of hair on his head and the other clings tightly to his shoulder. 

You tilt your head back, giving him space to kiss your neck as he ruts into you. Filthy, drawn out moans spill from your lips every time he bottoms out. His only sounds are little grunts of exertion, muffled by your skin. 

He drops your thigh and sits up on his knees, pulling you into his lap. He wraps his hands around the underside of your thighs and pushes your knees up toward your chest. “Gonna fuck you for real now, baby. Gonna make you scream my name.” 

You’d roll your eyes at him, but you know he’s right. He pushes back inside you, giving you a second to adjust to the new angle, and then he starts slamming his hips down into you. He’s hitting something so deep, you know you’ll be feeling it tomorrow. 

Maybe that’s his goal. 

You dig your nails into his shoulders, dragging them down his back as he absolutely rails you. (He doesn’t have a girlfriend to hide the marks from). “Oh GOD, Dieter. FUCK.” You curse as he bottoms out again and again. 

His curls are sweaty with exertion and hanging over his forehead, bouncing with every thrust of his hips. You focus your eyes there as you feel your entire body tense up. He drops one of your legs and leans forward, crashing his mouth into yours just as you come on his cock. The tight squeeze of your cunt around him sends him over the edge and you feel his hips stutter as he comes inside you with a groan. 

He collapses onto the bed beside you and drags you into his arms, not even bothering to clean you up. You curl up on his sweaty chest and he nuzzles his face into your hair. 

“So what time do you have to be done ‘shopping?’” 

“Too soon.” 

I can't believe he's so trusting

While I'm right behind you thrusting

[Reader]'s got him on the phone

And she's trying not to moan

It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing

Your phone rings not even a full minute after Dieter makes you come all over his face. You flail your arm out to the side until your hand hits the bedside table, fumbling around for the device.

It’s Scotty.

“Hey baby!” you answer in a probably-too-chipper tone. 

“Hi, babe. What are you up to?” Scotty asks. Dieter signals for you to put the phone on speaker, which you don’t do. 

“Oh just reading. How was your day?” Dieter grabs your hips and flips you over on the bed, so that you’re lying on your stomach. You suppress the yelp that almost falls from your lips. 

“Put it on speaker,” Dieter growls in your ear. “Or I’ll make this even harder for you.” You feel yourself get even wetter despite your annoyance. 

You put the phone on speaker and listen to Scotty continue to ramble on about his day. Dieter pulls your hips backwards until you’re on your knees. He drags his fingers through your very wet core and strokes his dick a couple times. 

“Oh, I’m sorry Scotty that su-ucks,” you stutter as Dieter sheathes himself inside you. 

“You good babe?” Scotty’s tinny voice filters out of your flip phone. 

“Yeah! Just choked on my own spit…” 

Dieter snorts and you shoot a glare over your shoulder at him. He smirks at you, drawing his hips back and sliding back in slowly. He’s not dumb enough to cause your skin to slap together, but he is a fucking idiot for doing this in the first place. 

Scotty keeps rambling on about some asshole customer at the Dairy Queen he works at, and you bite back a moan as Dieter grinds his hips against your ass, pressing his cock in deep. 

He grabs your hair in his fist and pulls so that your head is tipped back and starts fucking into you at a steady pace, stopping just short of bottoming out so that the only noise is the wet drag of him through your core. 

“What’s that weird sound in the background?” 

“Huh?” Your body tenses with anxiety, but it just causes you to tighten around Dieter and fuck if it doesn’t feel good. 

“There’s like, a weird noise I don’t know.” 

“Probably just my cat, babe.” Dieter snorts again, but you can’t really do anything about it in your current position. You decide to stop worrying so much and enjoy yourself. 

You drop down to your elbows and push your ass higher in the air. The change in angle has his cock brushing your g-spot on every thrust and you bite your pillow to muffle any noises you don’t manage to hold back. 

Dieter fucks you as hard as he can without making too much noise – he doesn’t really want you to get caught, after all. Half the fun is cucking Scotty. 

“Okay babe, I gotta get back to work. See you later?” Scotty drones.

“Later!” You manage to choke out before scrambling to flip your phone shut. The second it’s closed, you toss it on the floor and let out a loud moan. Dieter finally starts fucking you like he wanted to in the first place, and the loud slapping of his hips against your ass fills the room. 

You come with a scream, burying your face in your pillow and thrusting your hips back to meet Dieter’s. He fucks you through it and doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting deep inside you, hitting something that has you screaming into your pillow. He doesn’t stop fucking you until you come again, and only then does he follow you over the edge. 

He pulls out and spreads your ass cheeks, watching his cum drip from your hole, then he drapes himself over your body and whispers in your ear. “Was that your first three way?” 

You’re so fucked out you can’t be mad at him, which was probably his goal. You giggle deliriously. “Mmhmm.” You drop all the way down to the bed, sprawling out. Dieter wiggles in close to you and wraps his arms around you. 

His front lawn in the snow

Life is so hard 'cause Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

I did her on his birthday

It’s Scotty’s birthday. So really, you should be by his side. Instead, he’s inside getting wasted with his friends, and you’re in his side yard… getting railed by Dieter. 

Dieter has you against the house, your long skirt pinned above your hips, and one leg hitched around his waist. His lips are attached to your neck and you should really tell him to stop before he leaves a mark, but you don’t want him to. 

He snaps his hips into you rapidly and you brace yourself on his shoulders and rock your hips to meet his thrusts, panting into the frozen air. 

“It’s cold as fuck, Dieter, hurry.” 

“You fucking hurry.” He slips his hand between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit. 

“Oh fuck, just like that,” you whine. You’re so fucking close to coming – just a couple more minutes like this and you’d be clenching on his cock. But life doesn’t always work out that way. 

The sound of the back door slamming causes both of you to jump and your foot slips out from under you. Both of you go crashing to the icy ground, Dieter landing on top of you. 

“What the fuck is going on out here?” Scotty asks, clearly pissed. 

“Oh SHIT!” Dieter starts to try to come up with some bullshit excuse, but you just scramble to your feet and take off running to the front yard. Dieter follows close behind you, dragging his pants up as he runs. 

You throw the side door of his van open and jump in as Dieter hops in the front seat. Scotty makes it to the curb right as Dieter peels away. You slam the door shut and fall back on the mattress. Dieter glances back over his shoulder, a big goofy grin on his face. 

“So I guess Scotty knows.” 

I hope you enjoyed this truly ridiculous fic <3

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Hello!! Can I request HCs or a fic of CG!Rain & CG!Havik with Little!Reiko? (specifically toddler/babyspace...... just a small little one 🥺)

Sorry I'm requesting again hshsh, please take your time with all the requests & remember to take care of yourself! 😊

-🦈

Hi!!! Oh Darling, don't you worry about 'requesting too much' or 'requesting again', alright? I love taking requests, and I love receiving new ones. I'll make sure to take care of myself. <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Rain & Havik w/ Babyspace Regressor Reiko Hcs

💧 I love this friendship trio <3

🫀 When they’re all big it’s “This would be fun”, “Lemme ask my Dad”, and “You idiots will be the death of me”

🗡️ But when Reiko’s tiny? “This would be super fun!!” “I wanna do it too!!” “. . . Do NOT touch that scorpion- Havik what are you thinking?!”

💧 Rain’s a killjoy because he has to be Mama Bear most times 🙄 (and make sure Havik doesn’t accidentally get Reiko hurt)

🫀 ^ Havik doesn’t necessarily get Reiko hurt on purpose, most times it is a complete accident

🗡️ Like who could run faster for ice cream? He didn’t know Reiko could fall and scrape his knee!! D: (The scorpion touching was a joke, Havik understands that Reiko could seriosuly get hurt by that)

💧 Also, if you ask Reiko, he totally didn’t cry at his knee scrapes, he was a big boy about it

🫀 . . . Ask the other two, and they’d call him a lier, but whatever 😮‍💨

🗡️ Reiko is a very energetic toddler most times, wanting to run around or play

💧 Most times, Havik will watch him while Rain ‘supervises’

🫀 He’ll let Havik and Reiko quietly giggle and talk about who they’re going to prank, or how they’re going to sneak some cookies

🗡️ By quietly, I mean Reiko’s talking kinda loudly, but Rain ‘ignores’ it because he’s giggling about it and Rain likes hearing Reiko be all happy

💧 That doesn’t mean he won’t bust them though, Reiko’s been told three times no more cookies till after dinner, and he’s not going to get his way

🫀 . . . Or until Havik does sneak some behind Rain’s back and gives one to a pouty Reiko (don’t tell Rain, he doesn’t neeeeeeed to know 👀)

🗡️ Baby Reiko is a little less energetic, but just as chaotic

💧 Rain will usually hold him, cuddling on the couch as Reiko tries to squirm so he can crawl away and go knock something over

🫀 ^ Not that Rain will let him, because he’s a big meanie >:(

🗡️ Havik will give tiny Reiko piggyback rides, and Rieko adores it

💧 Sometimes they’ll chase Rain around the castle too!! >:3 (Rain’s cool with it, it’s a game of tag basically, and Reiko wanted to be involved)

🫀 On more quieter little days, both CGs are very content with just laying and cuddling in bed, which their baby is also very happy about

🗡️ Sometimes Rain will do a magic show!! Which captures both Reiko’s and Havik’s awes

💧 Rain does have to put his foot down more than Havik does

🫀 Havik doesn’t believe in rules or punishments, why can’t they just have fun?

🗡️ Reiko likes the order Rain brings, but also the carefree Havik tries to establish (also Havik’s gotten him out of trouble a lot, and Rain’s gotten him a rule list that he does like to follow)

💧 Havik doesn’t do titles 🙄

🫀 But his main CG nickname is Dada or Bubba

🗡️ And Rain’s nickname is Fishy or Mama

💧 Rain was a bit surprised at the nickname at first, but quickly fell in love with it (Reiko only calls him it when he’s really tiny or sleepy)

🫀 Reiko gets many nicknames!! Little Heart, Rascal, Squishy, Precious, Little One, Sweetheart

🗡️ Reiko might really like to try and act independent (running away to go ‘play by himself’, insisting he can tie his own shoes or do his own coat, play with big kid toys like toy swords) but he’s also incredibly clingy, especially toddler Reiko

💧 He’ll quickly run back to Havik, claiming that he just doesn’t wanna play alone anymore and now wants cuddles, which Havik is happy to give

🫀 Or he’ll cuddle up to Rain’s side, letting Rain rant about some magic book he was studying

🗡️ ^ Havik will cuddle up too, Rain swears he has two babies on his hands 🙄

💧 Reiko’s a talker, but not a talker

🫀 He’ll rant Rain’s ears off while he tells him about what games Havik and him played, but his sentences aren’t complete, and it’s a bunch of words all jumbled together (this is mostly toddler Reiko)

🗡️ I mentioned in my Little Reiko w/ CG Rain Hcs that Reiko will scream for things he wants because he finds it funny

💧 Havik’s in full support!! Reiko’s in babyspace when he does it, Rain, he means no harm!! :D

🫀 Rain, however, likes his ear drums, but all Reiko does is giggle when he crosses his arms . . . Cutie

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Sorry about the late posts!! Realized I haven't updated my AO3 in like, a month and wanted to post there. <3

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Astarion x Dark Urge Chapter 09 Rating: E Tags: Angst, Fluff, hurt/comfort, slow burn, two guarded people fall in love so hard it makes them stupid

Chapter Summary:

Several days of travel with various shenanigans ensue. Sazza offers to lead the team to her camp, they run into their first True Soul, and then a sudden storm forces them to take shelter in a nearby cave.

“Well if it isn’t worgmeat!” Sazza squawked, “you come to finish me off, then? Got your feelings a little hurt yesterday?”

“I thought your tribe was supposed to rescue you come nightfall,” Rose smirked at the goblin, “seeing as they hadn’t, seemed like you needed a hand.”

“Ah, praise the Absolute, she sent me a savior! Good to be free again, gotta say.”

“I hope the Absolute pays. I don’t do this out of charity.”

“No, s’pose ya wouldn’t. C’mon, lemme introduce ya to my tribe, put in a good word for ya. Priestess Gut would getcha branded, and trust me: the kinda power you’ll get from our goddess-- like non ya ever seen!”

Now we were talking. Sazza was playing her part in this plan very well, even if she didn’t realize it. Rose showed her a smirk, as a display of gratitude.

“Alright, lead the way.”

The goblin camp was meant to be a little over a day’s journey, especially with Sazza to vouch for them at the front door. But other than a couple of unexpected delays, the journey was relatively uneventful. Well, uneventful as far as traveling with a bunch of strangers would go.

- - The Boar - -

Not far from the grove, the corpse of a boar caught Rose's attention. It looked like it was sleeping, but she didn’t see its belly rise or fall. Something was off, and she didn’t like the uncertainty stirring in her stomach. She stopped their travel to look over it. 

“The pig’s dead, my friend,” Astarion protested as she squatted beside the body, “there’s no bringing it back.”

“It’s the fact it looks not quite dead that bothers me…”

Honestly, she wasn’t even sure what she was looking for. So far, following her gut feelings (minus the murderous ones) led to some insight into herself. The flesh was cool to the touch, but it didn’t reek of death. No wounds that she could find— 

No, wait, what’s this? Her fingers brushed aside a patch of fur along the beast’s neck, revealing two puncture marks. Astarion continued to bemoan behind her.

“Well? Have you decided it’s dead enough yet?”

“Look here,” she beckoned for him to crouch beside her, “these marks— does anyone recognize them?”

Wyll stepped forward and kneeled beside her, looking over the boar, adjusting its head so he could get a better look at the marks. Astarion continued to watch, standing above them. When she looked over, he averted his gaze. 

“You’ve seen this before?” She eyed him expectantly.

“It’s been drained of blood,” he answered quickly, “and with marks like that in its neck, well…looks like a vampire did this.”

“Astarion’s right,” Wyll confirmed, “it’s bound to still be in the area, probably hiding in a cave or something.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” crimson eyes shifted back to Rose, “They’re ferocious creatures. I’ll keep watch tonight so we won’t have to worry about unwanted nocturnal visitors.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Rose sighed heavily as she stood.

“We done ‘ere?” Sazza’s arms were crossed, foot tapping impatiently on the dirt path, “Let’s go!”

- -True Soul- -

“Press the wound— not like that!”

A small trail shot off from their main path, movement could be seen behind the brush. Sounded like none of their business. She kept walking after their goblin acquaintance.

“You’re a True Soul! You can’t die!”

“Ah shiet,” Sazza stopped suddenly. Rose looked at her with a lifted brow. “I think I know ‘em, c’mon.”

Sazza changed directions and lead the group into the brush, approaching a pair of humans sobbing over a dying man.

“You! Stay back!” The redheaded woman shouted, glaring at the approaching strangers. A strange mark began to glow over one of her eyes.

The wriggling intensified in Rose’s brain. This time felt different than the others, not like connecting to another tadpole, but still yearning to engage…somehow. She took a step closer, intrigued. Bracing for anything, she eyed the crying woman and willed the parasite to connect. Whatever that meant here.

Nothing happened. No memories flooded in, but a connection was made. Well, sort of. The woman stared at her with wide eyes— still alive! At least she could cross off her ‘quirk’ as the cause of this strange sensation.

“True Soul!” The woman fell to her knees, bowing her head as did the man she was with.

“Yous a True Soul?!” Sazza exclaimed, backing away from Rose, “I-I didn’t know ma’am!” While she didn’t fall to her knees, the goblin offered a pitiful bow and meek stance. Not so high and mighty now, it seemed.

The rest of her group were all staring with just as much confusion as she was feeling. But the situation was clear, whatever the hells a ‘True Soul’ was, they had authority over these people. And she just established herself as a form of authority, apparently.

Praise the Absolute, indeed.

“State your names. What’s the situation?” Rose commanded, crossing her arms and eyeing the bowing humans.

“Brynna, ma’am,” the woman answered, “o-our brother, True Soul Edowin, he’s injured! I wasn’t thinking when you approached, forgive my disrespect.”

She eyed the body of the man on the ground, and approached it quietly. He was breathing shallowly, life slowly slipping away. Large claw marks left the padded robe in shreds, his blood staining the fabric. The dying man looked at her, and their tadpoles connected.

The two others were his siblings. He was the lucky one to be chosen by The Absolute, to lead them, in her name. Could she push for more? Learn more? She tried to see further into his mind. Large statues of a beautiful woman. Hanging braziers lighting a grand hall. Goblins everywhere.

“M-mind the True Soul,” his final orders, weakly, left his lips.

His last breath. His last words. How generous, that he handed her the credentials she needed.

The siblings sobbed over his body, Rose stepped back to give them space.

“You aren’t mad about that Worgmeat comment ay, True Soul?” Sazza pathetically asked, “I swears I didn’t know.”

“I know. That’s why you’re still breathing,” Rose maintained her stern face, but internally she was smirking. 

Brynna said a soft prayer over her brother before getting up to her feet.

“True Soul, what are your orders?”

“First, catch me up to speed. What were you doing out here and what happened?”

Brynna explained their original orders were to investigate the nautiloid crash for survivors. Anyone found alive (or half alive) were to be brought back to the goblin camp. What they wanted from the survivors was not information they were privy to. Their brother, Edowin, didn’t stand a chance against an owlbear they crossed paths with. Rose could work with this. She didn’t like the idea that there were tadpoled-people looking for nautiloid survivors.

Taking advantage of this situation, she probed them for as much information they were willing to give. Easily, she took on the role of a True Soul who was sent to assist with…whatever the hell they were doing there. Her superiors gave little details and was told the other True Souls could fill her in, so she asked who those would be. Three, assuming no one else dies. One of them was a Drow, who had been sent to the Goblin Camp to fulfill a some assignment from the superiors that would have sent Rose. On her way to the Goblin Camp, she saw the nautiloid crash and found no survivors.

They bought the whole thing.

Sazza was ordered to escort the grieving siblings back to the tribe, and let the True Souls know to expect another would soon join them. 

- - Much Ado About Tadpoles - -

The parasite squirmed ferociously in her head. The others doubled over at the same time, dealing with the discomfort in their own way.

“Wh-what’s happening?” Alfira looked around nervously. Her stare stopped on Rose as she fell to the ground. Then, her eyes widened in horror, “WHAT THE HELLS IS THAT?!”

Another tadpole squirmed out of Edowin’s ear and towards Rose.

“Shit! Tadpole!” Rose shouted.

A boot appeared in front of her, squishing the damned thing into the dirt. Bells jingled softly, in front of her.

“I got it!” The bard exclaimed, “i-is everyone alright? Was it that thing hurting you?”

Maybe it was time to tell Alfira about their parasite predicament…

- - The Owlbear Cave - -

CRASH

Lightning flashed above the trees, as rain pelted the party running through the woods.

“I see a cave over there!” Alfira cried.

Wet steps hurried to shelter, not caring for the mud that they tracked in.

“Everyone accounted for?” Rose looked back, mentally counting the people behind her.

“Little soggy,” Gale answered from the entrance, “but accounted for!”

“Good eye, Alfira,” Wyll complimented.

The bard, who was panting with exhaustion and supporting herself with hands on her knees, responded with a thumbs up.

Going deeper into the cave, the sound of thunder faded behind them. But a loud thudding began to approach. Massive claws scraped against the stone walls as a heap of feathers turned to face them. Larger than a bear, but snarling all the same. A beak pointed at them, yellow eyes locked onto its prey.

Shit.

Alfira showed potential against the owlbear. Even with a massive wound from its claws, she continued to play her lute and cast whatever magic she knew. Rose, Astarion, and Gale maintained a distance from the monstrosity, giving Wyll and Lae’zel more room to redirect its focus towards them. Shadowheart patched everyone up once the creature had been slain.

Between the injuries from facing the owlbear and the storm outside, they decided to make camp in the cave.

The rest of the cave was cleared, with the exception of an owlbear cub who now remained motherless. They left it alone with its mother’s carcass, seeing as it posed no threat to them, at least not yet. The cub wandered into their camp, chittering with a red face.

“What a delectable little pet,” Astarion grinned, putting aside the book he was reading.

Rose was setting up her tent when she saw the cub. Her eyes widened with delight that it wandered in. Shadowheart saw the joy on her face and shook her head with smile.

“You aren’t thinking about feeding it are— annnnd there she goes,” the cleric watched with amusement.

Yes, Rose was thinking about feeding it. She grabbed food from her pack and took long strides towards the cub. It hopped back, startled by her sudden movements.

“No no, it’s okay,” she cooed, slowly crouching down with the food in her hands.

The cub didn’t move, but its eyes were locked on the food. She tossed the food towards the cub. If it wasn’t going to get close, she still wanted it to know that it would get fed by her. It hesitantly approached the food, chittering as it nibbled at it. The smile on her face grew.

“The hand that feeds is the hand that’s loved,” Gale commented, walking over with a few others to watch the precious little bundle of feathers.

“Bah! We’ll never be rid of the beast!” Lae’zel shouted, startling the cub.

As it ran off, Rose’s smile fell to a pouty frown.

“I’d be careful. It was adorable, but still a monster.” Wyll warned.

“It’ll be back, mark my words” Lae’zel hissed.

“Gods I hope so,” Rose prayed.

“HA!” Astarion cackled loudly, “you actually want to keep it as a pet?!” he continued to laugh, loud enough that it was the only sound bouncing against the walls, “oh darling you are adorable .”

- - Cats - -

“Dammon thinks he could make due at a smith’s, so at least he has plans once we get to Baldur’s Gate. I’m not really sure what I’ll do, probably play in some taverns and hope to make it work,” Alfira was sharing what new lives the tieflings wanted to have once they arrived to the city, lightly strumming her lute to accompany her, “oh but Bex won’t stop talking about getting a cat!”

“I heard about this creature, this cat ,” Lae’zel said, “what is this thing?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t know what a cat is, that makes sense, ummm” Alfira strummed through her thinking.

“Sophisticated, graceful, mind their own business,” Astarion listed off some traits, but that wouldn’t be very helpful.

“So they are intelligent beings?”

“No, some are very stupid,” Shadowheart added, smirking behind her glass.

“Must be a problem with their trainer, if that’s the case.”

“No— Shadowheart you’re just confusing her,” Gale interjected, seeing that the gith was getting further frustrated as she tried to understand, “Lae’zel, a cat— as we call it— is a domesticated feline that humanoids can keep as pets. Although, some scholars theorize that cats saw a benefit in a symbiotic relationship to humanoids so they could have domesticated us— but that is a different lecture. They’re small, usually furry, and they are predators to small birds and rodents.”

“Hmm…” Lae’zel took in the information, similarly to how Alfira took in learning about their tadpoles. A little confused, but seeming to understand a little of the explanation— just enough to keep asking questions, “is there a reason one would keep them in their home, if not as a guard?”

“Well, companionship is typically a reason someone would keep a pet.”

“And…they are cute but also ferocious?”

“Ah, that’s…I can see why that would be confusing. Oh, let me try this!”

Gale waved his fingers towards Lae’zel, who eyed him cautiously. Rose, Shadowheart, and Astarion sat closer together, waiting for some kind of show. Gale mentioned how he was a strong wizard back in Waterdeep, she was hoping that the gith was going to be transformed into a cat for fun!

In the space before Lae’zel, a small bundle of fur was brought into existence. A short haired orange tabby cat, meowing up at the more confused warrior.

“It’s alright,” Gale promised, “they aren’t going to hurt you.”

The cat hopped into Lae’zel’s lap, leaning up to sniff her face. She sat there, frozen. Uncertain.

“That’s it,” Gale smiled at her encouragingly and nodded, as if her response was correct, “now you put your head on its head and give it a little scratch behind their ears— gently.”

The conjured cat mewed softly, curling in her lap contently and stayed still. A yellow hand slowly hovered over its furry head, before she gently drew her nail behind its ear. A soft purr rumbled from the fur bundle. Immediately, Lae’zel growled back.

“No no, that’s not aggression. That’s called purring. A sound of affection.”

“Affection?” She glanced at Gale, but stopped growling at the adorable little pet. She continued to pet the cat, watching as it purred and relaxed in her lap, “This….hmm…I will allow this.”

The conjured cat never left Lae’zel’s lap. She fell asleep sitting up, with her hand resting on the cat’s back. The next morning she awoke with a blanket draped around her shoulders, but no one admitted to the gesture.

- - What did you do? - -

“You’re not allowed to guess, you know too much,” Rose pointed at Astarion, sitting across from him around their campfire.

“Oh you’re no fun,” Astarion pouted.

“I’m sticking to my original guess, hunter,” Shadowheart mused.

Rose knew it was only a matter of time before the whole camp realized they knew little to nothing about their leader. With Alfira joining their ranks, they made a game of having her guess each of their lives before they were captured. When it came to guess what Rose was, everyone else wanted to play. The assassin smirked and crossed her arms, as they all volunteered their guesses, some at the same time as others.

“Natural leader, prowess in battle, and well observed,” Lae’zel listed, “perhaps a guard of sorts.”

“Mmmm not quite guard,” Wyll pondered, “but you’re right about leading a group…”

“Sellsword then, or maybe just an adventurer!” Gale guessed.

“Oh shoot, I was going to guess that!” Alfira laughed, “ummm okay okay okay teacher!”

“Teacher?!” Rose laughed. Alfira shrugged with a big smile.

“I don’t know! All the good ones were taken!”

 “You know what, I think I’m going to let Alfira win this one.”

Fruit pits and scraps were thrown at her with a resounding ‘booooo’ from the others.

“Does that mean I win?” Astarion smirked, “Because I’m pretty sure you’re a—”

“No— ow— Shadowheart stop it!”

An apple core hit her shoulder, Shadowheart grinning smugly at her last attack.

“Okay fine, I’ll tell you.” Rose tossed the thrown applecore into the fire, “I’m….going to bed,” she hopped up and escaped to her tent laughing as the troupe yelled after her. Astarion’s laughter sounded the loudest, and was immediately interrogated by the sore losers.

He refused to tell them. It was more fun that way.

- - As promised, we meet again - -

Aggressive lute strumming and shouted incantations awoke the entire camp. Wyll and Alfira had no time to alert anyone, only to act as a skeletal figure wandered into view. Rose launched herself from her tent, dagger ready. 

Wyll’s blade was striking true, but the skeleton did not falter. Not even flinch. Not for a damned second.

“Nothing’s working!” Alfire cried, casting another spell from her instrument.

“But thou strikes do find purchase,” a tired old voice answered.

Gods damn it!

“ Withers!” Rose shouted above the combat, stopping everything in its tracks.

By the firelight, she could see the outline of the danger they faced. The skeleton with golden adornments on his face. She should’ve stabbed his perfectly targeted forehead when she had the chance. Wyll and Alfira looked between their unbothered enemy and exasperated leader.

“Thou hath acquired more to their party,” Withers noted, monotonously, “good.”

“Alfira, Wyll, meet Withers,” Rose introduced, massaging her temples to quiet the oncoming headache, “Withers, meet Wyll and Alfira. Sorry, I forgot you said you would find our camp when you were ready.”

“The memory issues aren’t so adorable when it’s interrupting my beauty rest,” Astarion had wandered out of his tent, along with literally everyone else that thought they were under attack.

“What is-- can anyone else explain what this-- what he is?” Wyll began stowing his rapier, but looked to the rest of the camp for answers.

“He floated out of a crypt we raided,” Lae’zel answered. Of the whole bunch, she looked most awake and alert, “Very durable for a bunch of bones.”

“He’s friendly-- well,” Shadowheart tilted her head with a shrug, “neutral, more like. At any rate, he doesn’t seem interested in giving us trouble.”

“As promised, we meet again.” Withers approached Rose with a closed fist, holding it out to her. When she extended her palm, a necklace fell into it. Silver with small skulls bundled together as a pendant.

“What’s this?” She asked, examining the jewelry. She felt the soft buzz of magic from it.

“It matters not,” was all he said before finding an empty corner of camp and planting himself there.

Gale eyed the necklace in her hand but did not approach. She saw him turn away when she glanced in his direction.

“So...” Alfira began to speak to Wyll as she sat herself down by the campfire “goblins, and skeletons, and owlbears?”

“Oh my...”

- - Vampire Lord - -

“Wyll, have you heard of a vampire lord by the name Cazador Szarr?” Astarion asked after a training session with Alfira.

“Can’t say I have,” Wyll wiped the sweat from his brow.

“Pity.” His face soured.

Rose glanced up from her journal. It was rare for Astarion to ask anything from anyone. Especially Wyll, who he preferred to tease and taunt.

“Patriar of the Szarr family,” Gale piped in, “Nasty fellow if the histories are accurate.”

“I imagine they are,” Astarion commented bitterly, “nevermind, I was just curious.”

“Do you have some connection to him?” The Blade pressed, “Can't imagine a Vampire Lord would be much trouble for a Magistrate of the gate such as yourself.”

Astarion didn't answer, he hid behind a sip of wine he was now sharing with Shadowheart.

“I presume your pockets are probably being lined by the Lord to keep him in power,” the cleric commented, as if it was a common occurrence.

“A vampire doesn't need to line his pockets for power,” the elf spat, “he just takes it...”

“Is that why you want to hire a Monster Hunter? To take it from him?”

Astarion glared at her, but had no response. Not one he wanted to give from what Rose could tell. This felt somewhat off-brand for him.

“If everyone’s done lounging, let's pack up camp and start moving,” Rose ordered, pulling their attention away from the subject.

She didn't expect him to realize her motives. But she smiled softly when he looked her way. If anyone could understand the need for secrets, it was her.

- - Calm Camp Days - -

During their travel, various friendships and groups were beginning to form among the companions. Some closer than others.

Gale and Lae’zel spend hours talking about life in Faerun and in Lae’zel’s creche. Usually the conversation was quiet and academic. Sometimes Gale had an excited outburst. At first, there was concern he was in danger, but later it became apparent that this was his reaction to finally understanding a subject he was struggling with, or an academic discovery. Sometimes, Lae’zel would ask Gale questions about the reagents Rose foraged for. Even if she knew their leader was capable of explaining them, she preferred the wizard’s by-the-book responses. As this foreign place became more familiar to the gith, she seemed to be more calm.

Their quips and tongue lashings were a source of concern at first, but it was just Shadowheart and Astarion being friendly with each other. Poor Alfira had been at the tail end of their teasing, until she learned to turn her songwriting talents into a weapon. The way she viciously mocked the elven menaces turned the camp into an uproar of laughter and applause. The three spent more time together, making a game of who could have the better quip when they were bored. All in good fun.

With his back against the cave wall, Astarion held the white ruffle shirt in his hand, and a threaded needle in the other. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he stitched the fabric together. The empty space beside him began to fill with clothes. Each companion asking if he could repair their favorite camp clothes. He rejected the role, at first. But between laundry, hunting, or sitting comfortably with a sewing kit, being the camp’s tailor wasn’t such a bad deal. Armor repairs had to go to Lae’zel though, he was adamant about that. Oh, and he wasn’t going to do any medical-grade stitching either.

Alfira spent her morning training with Wyll. While swordsmanship was not quite her forte, the lessons helped build her confidence in her other skills. He offered her suggestions on how to use her magic to assist the other fighters in the group. Even a well-timed distraction could be the difference between life or death. Shadowheart watched these lessons with awe. Lae’zel sometimes joined Shadowheart as an audience member, commenting on how Wyll’s teachings were not the same as her own. The cleric opened up similarly, admitting that her teachings were not very soft or gentle in any sense of the word. Wyll’s way of training was…refreshing.

- - Back on Track - -

Despite the setbacks that slowed their travels, the party was back on track towards the goblin camp. Connections were emboldened between the whole party, and Rose felt confident about their odds. Alfira had proved to be a quick learner under Wyll’s guidance. Astarion and Shadowheart looked to be friends (even if they didn’t want to be called that). Lae’zel had more tolerance for the rest of the group.

What a difference those few days made. Those goblins won’t know what hit them.

Next Chapter >>

[justcommander]

Just commander here.

Tumblr.

No excuse me.

Soldiers! My dear soldiers. I’ve been missing for months. And I’m sorry. I had a real struggle with those aliens this time. I am back but I don’t think I’ll post here as often because here’s the thing:

TUMBLR. Some years ago you became a fucking meme for having banned all that porn content for the sake of children or whatever the fuck. I come back after decades and- no you know what? I’m tagging you @staff . I come back after decades to find a fuckton of porn blogs-bots THAT don’t even have porn except for an ass in the icon and full of links in those descriptions… that in the best case scenario will bring you into the deep weeb as soon as you click them, leading you to become a fucking red room main guest eventually-

So. I am going to twitter full time. AND that should let you know how much I hate tumblr these days. I’m going on TWITTER. So toxic and shitty that Chernobyl is my fucking garden compared to it. And yet I’d much rather go THERE. Than staying here. I don’t even post porn! I never did and won’t start now but that’s beside the fucking point.

You remove porn art thinking THAT would solve anything. Let people have their fucking porn art, because porn bots are still around and drove me SO fucking crazy I’d rather go blindfolded in a minefield with radioactive mines. And that’s basically what you do when you go to twitter, especially after “Elon Emperor of Mars wannabe Musk” put his hands on it. Also lemme say two things to you too, do you have a Tumblr? No? I’ll say them anyway. 1: you wish. 2: fuck off of my territory or my clones will turn you into something useful, like a bucket of ash.

So where was I? Oh right. Twitter. @Just_Commander on twitter. Go there because it’s better, I don’t know WHEN I’ll come post here anymore. Tumblr pissed me off badly.

What a rant. Well I’ll see you soon again, hopefully there

Over and Out

[purrmoon]

about.

hello and welcome to my blog~!

[masterlist]

you can call me livvy~ but i also answer to tauria (<- my ao3 username)

i’m over 21. no specifics bc i don’t want to have to update the post every year

my pronouns are she/her

my inbox is open! pls feel free to pop in & chat abt headcanons / lore; rec things; prompt things; etc

this is an omegaverse sideblog, both for saving stuff that inspires me/i enjoy & also for my own lore & writing (mostly original; fanworks are on my main blog, ladytauria)

occasionally i may reblog non-o-verse content (such as D/s), tho i’m likely thinking of it in the context of o-verse

for general musing / headcanon posts i try to use gender neutral language

i tag nsfw / sexual content with nsft.

i try to use content warnings / cws for obvious things (blood, death) but if you need something specific tagged pls lemme know

this blog is pro-ship. that means i support people’s right to ship what they want despite whatever my personal feelings are on it, and that i believe that fiction does not have a 1:1 effect on reality. if that’s something that bothers you, block me <3 i won’t debate about it.

quick tagging guide: #🌙 - my posts; #my lore - info on my interpretation of the omegaverse; #my writing - o-verse fiction i’ve written

under the cut: tags / blog navigation; masterlist of posts

tagging guide.

#🌙 — my posts

#my lore — self explanatory

#reference — questionnaires & things i may want to refer back to

#nsft — nsfw content

#behaviors — traits & behaviors common in the omegaverse.

#courting — headcanons related to dating in the omegaverse

#bonding — headcanons related to bonding / bonds

#truemates — soulmate headcanons/content

#biting — headcanons related to biting. also will include general teeth/fang headcanons

#nesting — headcanons related to nests/dens/etc

#scent — headcanons related to scent, including scenting & types of scents

#sound — headcanons related to various sounds the dynamics can make

#pregnancy — head-canons related to pregnancy or birth

#cycles — heat or rut content

#worldbuilding — general lore, not related to packs/specific dynamics.

#musings — thoughts / scenarios that aren’t really prompts but not necessarily full fics either?

#prompts — prompts that inspire me. may be more D/s leaning.

#insp — stuff that inspires me. may not always be overtly omegaverse.

#alpha — alpha specific content & behavior

#beta — beta specific content & behavior

#omega — omega specific content and behavior

#pups — the babies!

#pack dynamics — content and behavior related to an entire pack

#mates — romantic posts

#society — general omegaverse society posts / headcanons!

#all ships — general content that could fit any pairing

#alphaalpha — ship between two alpha

#alphabeta — ship between an alpha and beta, where alpha is the dominant

#alphaomega — ship between an alpha and omega, where alpha is the dominant

#betaalpha — ship between a beta and an alpha, where beta is the dominant

#betabeta — ship between two beta

#betaomega — ship between a beta and an omega, where the beta is the dominant

#omegaalpha — ship between an alpha and omega, where the omega is the dominant

#omegabeta — ship between an omega and a beta, where the omega is the dominant

#omegaomega — ship between two omega

#domomegas — dominant and/or top omega content

#subalphas — submissive and/or bottom alpha content

[cringeemokid]

Greetings nerds! Welcome to my little corner of the interwebs.

I will post a lot of things on here topics will include but won’t be limited to:

•Marvel comics. Spider-Man is my boy. There’s a few DC I like but he’s forever my main squeeze.

•Anime. I don’t use my CrunchyRoll account so feel free to send me recommendations.

•Poetry. I write poetry myself as well. If you wanna check it out you’ll be able the #my poetry tag at the bottom this post. Lemme know what you think if you do.

•Nature/wildlife photography. One of my favorite things ever. When I get back into the hobby myself it’ll prolly will be under the #my photo tag (hopefully it’s sooner rather than later)

•Star Wars. Rebel scum/grey Jedi til I die. Also Grogu is my son.

•Lord of the Rings. I’m still simping for Aragorn and Legolas 20 years later. Fight me.

•Video games. I can’t do fps games. But you can catch me playing games like Diablo, Warframe or Animal Crossing.

•Witchy/alt and grungy/emo vibes. My mom never told me it was a phase cuz she knew me better.

•Music. I listen to a lot of metalcore. But I like most genres. Send me songs.

This only scratches the surface of my interests. Let’s be friends!! (Ideas for asks are in my tags too)

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Cookie Dough Kisses - Kyle O'Reilly x Reader

I freakin LOVE Kyle, guys. He’s always been a favorite, and I love that he gets to shine right now in NXT, doing Solo stuff. <3 

This was brought on by a few prompts, including: > Person A and B making cookies, but Person A keeps sneaking Cookie Dough > Person A and B find themselves under a mistletoe and Person B makes comment (about fuck tradition– you’ll see it below)

Y/N/N = Your nick name I honestly don’t think I alluded to a gender in this… so it may be gender neutral.

Forgot I had a tag list. Until someone asked to be added to it. So, I’m going back through and adding to all the posts I’ve done. If you want to be added, lemme know! TAG LIST

@starwithaheart​ @shedevil22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee​ 

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Soft Christmas music was playing in the background, an old vinyl record my best friend had insisted on playing. They never voiced to anyone- or even each other- that they were best friends, but everyone knew. Everyone also knew there was more. There had to be. But there never was. Each was too afraid to lose their best friend—so instead of trying to make it more, they lived in the happy bliss that was their friendship.

“Thanks again for coming and helping me Kor. I might’ve bitten off more than I can chew,” I admitted sheepishly.

“You know, you could have always just… downsized how much you were going to make. No one would have minded,” Kyle laughed, scooping the cookie dough onto the tray before turning it around and sliding it into the oven.

“Yeah, but,” I argued, swiping a finger against the top of the bowl and eating some of the dough,” I never planned on making all these. I just kept finding more and more recipes I wanted to try.”

Kyle turned around as I put my dough-topped finger into my mouth, giving me a despairing look.

“Stop doing that,” he frowned,” You’re going to make yourself really sick one of these times.”

“Kyle—I’ve ate cookie dough since I was five. If it hasn’t done anything yet, it won’t.”

“You don’t know that!” he argued, his voice softening just slightly,” Just… please? I don’t want you getting sick.”

He gave me those puppy eyes of his, and as always, I was putty in his hands. Though he’d never know.

“Fine,” I rolled my eyes, not being able to help the smile on my face when I saw him smile.

“Thank you. Now—what’s… Oh. One sec,” Kyle frowned, grabbing the towel and wetting it slightly at the sink, before coming around the counter and stopping next to me.

“Ya got something… right—” his hand gently cupped my face, tilting it so he could wipe off the flour from my face. I tried to ignore how close he was, how fast my heart was beating. He heard it, he had to. After he was finished, pleased that all the flour was gone, he released my chin and for a split second our faces were mere inches apart.

Kyle cleared his throat, looking away at the same time I spun away from him,” So er… what recipe was next?”

“The uh… the chocolate chip one,” I replied, taking a deep breath to calm myself,” I was planning on adding crushed up Oreos and maybe some molasses to it too, though.”

“To chocolate chip cookies? C’mon! You can’t mess with the sanctity that is Chocolate Chip!”

“Sure I can! There’s a thing called creative liberty O’Reilly,” I stuck my tongue out at him, making him give me an over-animated eye roll, as he slouched back into the main part of the kitchen—putting the counter between us once more.

“Fine, where you stashing those Oreos then? The snack cupboard by the fridge?”

“You know me so well,” I teased him, causing him to shake his head in mild amusement, turning around to trifle through the snacks to find the Oreos. Without thinking about it, I leaned forward and grabbed another small finger of cookie dough, bringing it to my mouth just as he turned around.

“Mint Oreos—rea—” he and I both froze at the same time, him with feigned annoyance and me from being caught.

“It’s.. uh… not what it looks like?” I tried, swallowing the cookie dough, slowly sliding off the stool I was sitting on.

“Y/N/N…” Kyle drawled out, setting the package of cookies down gently, as he slowly made to move around the counter.

“I’m sorry!” I exclaimed, taking off at a run (as fast as I could in the house) but with Kyle’s speed it didn’t take much for him to catch up to me. His arms wrapped around my mid-section, fastening me to his torso. My hands clamped onto his forearms, trying to nudge them apart without much luck. His arms only locked against me tighter. I could feel his breath on my neck, could imagine the playful smile on his face.

Sighing, I ‘tapped out’, tapping on his forearm; he instantly loosened his grip, but his hands never left my body. They stayed glued to my side as I turned around, watching as his smile faltered only a bit. He seemed nervous, but he refused to fully show it.

Then I realized we were in the space between the kitchen and the living room. Right where my roommate demanded we put—

My eyes flickered up, landing on the green flowered stem, swallowing the lump in my throat. Kyle followed my gaze, before scoffing slightly to himself.

“M-Mistletoe…” I whispered, looking at him, uncertain. Did I want Kyle to kiss me? Yes. Did I want to lose my best friend? No.

“What do you want me to do? Kiss you?” Kyle asked, almost sarcastically, and I felt my heart crumble a bit.

“I mean—it’s tradition… but—”

“Let a plant control when I should kiss the one I love? That’s stupid,” Kyle rolled his eyes playfully—a fact I missed in my heartache. I couldn’t look at him, it would only hurt more. I tried to push against him, to walk away, but his arms locked me in place.

“Fuck tradition, I kiss people when I want.”

Instantly, I felt his lips on mine, his trimmed beard scratching gently against my cheek. His hand came up to caress my face as he kissed me, slightly deepening the kiss near the end. Upon ending it, Kyle leaned his forehead against mine, and when I opened my eyes, he was staring at me. When our eyes met, he smiled, almost shyly— uncertain.

“I can’t keep ignoring how I feel about you, Y/N/N… please tell me… you feel the same?”

Not trusting my voice, I slowly leaned up, placing a gentle kiss against his lips, nodding as I pulled away. His smile brightened, but before he could say anything—the timer started going off, alerting us the batch of cookies were done.

Together, we walked back to the kitchen, retaking our places from before. Only this time—I completely ignored the bowl of cookie dough.

At least, until Kyle and I mixed up the Chocolate Chip Oreo concoction, and as I tasted the batter, Kyle turned around and caught me.

“Alright—you can’t keep your hands off it.” Kyle frowned, before a mischievous smirk crossed his face,” I know a way to keep you out of the cookie dough.” He started towards me, causing me to playfully shriek as I ran away—Kyle right behind me.

[kuwdora]

wip ask meme: 9, 10, 12

Ahhh, let me dig into this older WIP that is so fucking messy. This excerpt is from a 17k draft in which I am freewheeling everything and don’t have a plot, but it’s all about old Jaskier, his relationship with Geralt, and Jaskier's relationships with children and mentorship when he's retired.

Anyway. I have Geralt/old Jaskier snippets to share. I might have shown them somewhere on tumblr before? Or discord? I can't remember...but now I am excited to tackle this again, omg.

What is your favorite dialogue you’ve written so far?

“I haven’t been arrested for breaking any obscenity laws in a few decades. Why not bend me over right here? This would be the perfect place,” Jaskier said, gesturing at the fountain where they sat and reached down to drag his fingertips across the surface of the water.

“I won’t carry you out of town because you can’t run for your life anymore when the town guard comes after you,” Geralt replied evenly, and he nudged Jaskier’s boot with his heel.

“That’s not a no,” Jaskier pointed out, his bushy eyebrows arching into the wrinkles of his forehead. “What do you say? Shall we put on a show they won’t soon forget?”

“You throwing your back out mid-performance would be unforgettable,” Geralt said, nodding thoughtfully when he glanced around the square. His lips quirked upward when he looked back to Jaskier. “I can hear their applause now.”

Jaskier’s huff of laughter was bright and warm. “We know what kind of stretches I need to do so that won’t happen again.”

“Let’s limber you up behind closed doors. Wouldn’t want to spoil the main event for the people,” Geralt said, bumping his boot once more. Jaskier reached over, fingers draping along his jaw and pulled him into a brief kiss. Geralt hummed against his mouth and moved his hand along Jaskier’s arm and squeezed.

“Now you’re singing my song.” Jaskier said, tapping his lips playfully when he leaned away. He adjusted the collar and cuffs of his doublet and rocked back and forth several times, preparing to haul himself to his feet. Once there Jaskier held out his hand to him, the grin wide and his eyes crinkled in delight. “Come along, my strapping witcher. We’ll have them tossing all their coins at us before the night is over.”

What is the last line of dialogue you’ve written?

My god it’s been so long that I can’t tell what the last line of dialogue was, but lemme share another funny snippet that I don’t think I’ve shared on tumblr yet?? But maybe I have, I honestly can’t remember and I can’t find it any of my tags so…please enjoy (again?)

“Since when do you turn down a swim?”

“Since the water’s still too cold,” Jaskier mumbled.

“It’s not that cold,” Geralt said.

“My balls will freeze and snap off,” Jaskier said and shuddered.

“You’re not using them anyway,” Geralt said, his laugh a quiet huff against Jaskier’s cheek.

Jaskier lifted his head from Geralt’s shoulder. “I might not get much use out of them anymore but I still like my balls, thank you very much. I’ve had them a very long time. Would be sad to see them go. And thankfully I’ve never needed them to bring life into this world.”

“Yes, Father of 10,000 Songs, how could I forget,” Geralt said and that earned him a baleful glare.

“The disrespect,” Jaskier muttered. “My music has been sung from the Buina to the Yaruga, I have published 8 books of poetry, written a seminal text on Northern Redanian folklore. I gave my orphaned babies to Priscilla who raised them into such beautiful plays in ways that I never could. I have as many academic accolades as you have scars, been translated into two languages. They’ve named children after me in Paalbrooke.”

“They named a beer after you, not a child,” Geralt corrected and Jaskier tweaked his nipple.

“You’ve never truly appreciated my work,” Jaskier said.

“A very distinguished repertoire,” Geralt rumbled quietly.

“Hrmpth,” Jaskier said.

“Swim?” Geralt reminded him.

“Only if you promise to fondle my balls and warm me up once we’re done,” Jaskier said, lightly tapping his chest with arched fingers.

“I promise,” Geralt said and Jaskier made a pleased sound as he made the concerted and slow effort to push himself from Geralt’s chest.

What emotions do you expect your readers to feel?

Oh, I hope the readers would feel love and humor, the fluffiness of domesticity in an established relationship of many decades. I have so much I need to sort through with this WIP/series and narrow down the key moments in Jaskier’s life at that age, and how Geralt has grown into his relationship with Jaskier after all the canon events are long over.

current wip ask meme

[apricotronin]

Yo

My main blog is @peace210ve and I've been obsessed with SoH since like 2015(?!) and I swear to GOD I've been drawing art of this game nonstop since then. I'm so tired of just staring at my drawings soooo imma just dump them here. It's like my tumblr sketchbook or something.

Some stuff you should know before scrolling:

I've been reading and drawing SoH since I was 14yrs old. I'm currently a college student. I may post horrible art from my youth so be prepared for that. It's a lot.

Samurai of Hyuga is an interactive fiction series authored by Devon Connell. It has 5 book entries so far. I’ll link the author’s Patreon down below in case you want to check him out and support him. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT THE ARTWORK I POST!!

ART MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR BOOK 6!! I have early chapter release access on Patreon, so I can’t promise anything here will be spoiler-free. I’m ngl I’m not gonna tag any spoiler art, but I won’t expose the fact that it’s from the unreleased book. Any piece of art here could potentially be spoiler-y. Sorry bout that.

I ran a SoH tumblr blog back in the day. If any of you guys were a part of that initial SoH era, hey. How y’all doing? If you wanna check out more SoH art and content by people vastly more superior than I am, check out that blog. It’s inactive, but has a ton of goodies. @samuraiofhyuga

As you can imagine, 8+ years of SoH content builds up. I have a shit ton of strange, convoluted AUs. If you’re interested in any of them lemme know, even I confuse myself with them all lol.

That’s all I can think of for now. Thank you so much for stopping by! Go check out this awesome series if you haven’t already! (Oh, and if you join the Patreon Discord let them know I sent you pls:3 ❤️)

Link to Devon Connell’s Patreon

Link to Samurai of Hyuga games (and author’s personal blog)

[bronzebastion]

“People in this city need somebody they can count on. We got plenty  of freaky ass bats running around chasing after the other colorful  nutjobs, but who’s lookin’ out for the people on the street? Not all  criminals have a themed costume, and not all victims are obvious.  There’s enough fear going around in this city; people could use a real  protector, someone that can be a... a bastion of hope. I can be that.”

- Independent Gotham Vigilante OC - Written by Koji/30+/15+yrs RP EXP - Canon/OC/AU/Non-selective - Multiship/Multiverse - Potential for NSFW themes like violence, death, blood, gore, etc.

Bio

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Mun

Most round here call me Koji. 32, EST. No triggers or anything, not big on smut, won’t do sexual content with minors, you know the drill. Discord/Skype available on request and totally feel free to drop me an IM here on Tumblr whenever.

Blog

Mutuals only, but I'm not really super selective or anything so odds are I'll start writing with you and follow you back. Don’t own anything but my writing unless otherwise stated.

Roleplay

I’m not the most active dude in the world, so expect sudden poofs and such. Life keeps me busy and I don’t always have the energy for tumblring. Up for one-liners, semi-para, multi-para, whatever. Most comfortable in the middle on the regular. I typically use icons, but feel free to use whatever else–gifs, special formatting, special font sizes, etc–you want, if anything at all. The writing is what matters most to be honest. I do love plotting stuff out, but I’m certainly not above just throwing our characters together and seeing what happens. I also love coming up with pre-existing relationships, because some really interesting dynamics and narrative opportunities can come from them. Besides that; dont god-mod, don’t be a dick, yadda yadda, and we should get along fine. Cool? Cool.

NSFW

Not big on writing smut, so fade to blacks will likely be the go to after things get to a certain point. Also not gonna do it at all with those under 18. As for non-smut stuff like heavy violence, blood, gore, etc, I’m all for them. In all regards, read mores will be the main method of coverage. If you need anything in particular tagged, lemme know and I’ll be happy to accommodate.

Shipping

As far as ships go, I prefer them to be developed over time. It just takes the right–and I know you’ve likely seen this word everywhere on this site but it is just so fitting–chemistry. If my muse and another muse manage to click in the right way, I’m all for exploring where it could go.

[sanfangirl-cynicalromantic]

Ahhh okay thank you so much for the tag, @therentyoupay! I could never pass up a chance to gush over your writing so lemme just-

On July 1st, the lonely house at the top of the mountain was finally sold. Okay, I love this! I like how it's a normal statement that can be read on its own but it leads into so much more, and as the reader I am eager to get on to the next sentence! You use the word 'lonely' to describe the house but there is kinda this promise of hope with the fact that it's sold, implying it will soon be filled with inhabitants.

“You see, Jack... There is more to being a Guardian than you may think..." Oooh mysterious. This sentence brings us straight to the lore, setting the scene for learning what exactly being a Guardian consists of and teases character growth as Jack learns and embodies the teachings! I don't think I've ever read at the center? At least not all of it recently enough to remember how it goes. I'm going to have to rectify that, of course. That sentence also doesn't seem like its taking place during the present, but rather a memory the main character is going to reflect on throughout the course of the story. Beautiful set up!

It was too late for winter. HOW is this not Jelsa? I mean how? I'm blown away. I love the setting. I've never gotten into Legend of Korra (sorry!) so I don't really know the characters, but that first sentence kinda gives me a feeling that the person speaking has a bit of a dry or cynical outlook on life. I bet they're a bit of an asshole. I love that. So we've gotten the time of year-ish, the temperature, and the character's opinion on the above in six words. Wow.

“On the contrary,” she says, slotting a hand over one cocked hip, sending shimmering fractals of reflected light across the inner walls of the glacier. So immediately I get this idea that 'she' (Elsa) is a sassy yet ethereal woman. She's contradictory with a cocked hip - when does that ever not mean sass? - and there's too much emphasis on the shimmering fractals of light and the fact she's on a glacier for her to be entirely normal. Also off topic but woman in white? I love Wilkie Collins that was a great book!

"What are you doing here?" she blurts out inelegantly, a little too loudly, and she thinks that someone might have heard her, but she's too pissed off to care. Haha, the snarky kinda asshole I guessed a little while ago, I think. So she's kinda self aware, or at least self conscious judging by how she views herself as inelegant and loud, and how she 'should' worry about being heard but right now her temper's getting the best of her. So she's already a clearly flawed character, and we're so ready to see what happens next? I mean, who is she talking to? Are they an ex? An annoying family member or friend? It's a long sentence (which is how I usually tend to write) but I like it (not just because I also tend to write that way) because those fragments are kind of like interjections from the character about themself. Does that make sense? Anyways we can't annoyed women they're hot and you're making me want to start to read these.

"You're," he rasps, throat run dry. "You're…" 👀 I saw a period. But oh, what a setup! By kinda thrusting us straight into the reveal you have us on the edge of our seat. What is about to be revealed? She's the long lost princess? She's betrayed him? Is it even a she? 'He' is also intriguing because we can see how much he's been affected, and wonder at the rest of his current state. I don't know what happens next - do you cut back to a couple lengths of time earlier to get us to the point you've hooked us on? It is masterfully done. I tend to keep my things chronological because that's mostly how I think, but I am so impressed by you and @impracticable-dreamer especially at your abilities to cut between different timelines and not only keep your narrative cohesive, but enhance it. Bravo

There is a strange boy on the beach who won’t stop staring at her. Um, whoa. Stalker alert. So this kinda puts us all on edge because creepy weird guy staring? Never a good sign. Unless... So we're at the beach but you've immediately upended our natural lighthearted expectation of it being all fun and games and sunny weather by this stranger making us throw out guards up. It's unsettling, but I'm also trying not to 'aww' because I know what happens next! 😅

“Man,” Nino groans, accepting defeat at last, as he gives the golden elevator doors a vicious, vengeful kick. Dude I LOVE Nino!!!! Oooh so he's been clearly beaten down and isn't happy about it. "Golden elevator" hmm somewhere fancy? TELL ME MORE. 'Vicious, vengeful kick.' I love this bit because we're already in the action and wondering what on Earth could have caused such defeat. 'At last' implies it was going on for a while. "Man" makes me think that its kinda a mundane fight, though? Like not against a supervillain or anything, just like a thing or situation that could happen to anyone but is extremely unlucky. I don't read much Miraculous fanfiction and never totally got into it, but I watched it over my sister's shoulder so I know everything. I'm gonna have to read this. *rubs hands*

Seven minutes late. Whoa whoa whoa seven minutes late for what? Okay so you immediately throw us with this statement and all of a sudden we're desperate to know, what? Who's late and how much trouble are they going to be in? How important is whatever they were late for? I'm going to guess it's Jack who's late but if it was Elsa that would be super concerning! Should we be concerned or irritated or murderous? We're feeling something but we haven't decided what is it. Good job. I'm gonna have to read the second sentence now. And the third. Until the end of the fic.

“...the fuck is this?” Aaaah so here like you've said you throw us immediately into conflict. Who's speaking and to whom? What is 'this'? Also, funny. We immediately like this person because we've all had those moments. We want to laugh and roll our eyes and we're hooked. We're not even gonna fight as you reel us in. And the last line of that specific fic is like literally how I found you and thought "holy shit ... this person is amazing" and now I call you Kris so excuse me while I get a little emotional. (ily)

So, you tend to favor dialogue the most when opening from what I've noticed, but when you don't it's usually in a short, concise sentence that immediately sets a tone and grabs the reader's attention. Seven minutes late. Winter is late. Apparently you shouldn't be late when it comes to these things. The house was sold. I personally think I like these sentences a little more because I love the kind of connection between narrator and reader. I dislike first person POVs but I really enjoy when the author is kinda telling the audience things without acknowledging the audience. We're in the character's thoughts, but they don't know we are. It give me this unfiltered feel that makes me eager to explore their head and world and perspective.

But the dialogues are also really good. I enjoy the different quirks you give these characters by how they say these things or they're reacting. Their throat is dry, they're kicking a door. They're sassing somebody. They're pissed off. I'm just instantly immersed in the conversation and I love it. I want to join in.

I'm not sure if I had any groundbreaking ideas (probably not) but I loved gushing over these sentences! And now I really need to go (re)read them all!

rules: list the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern! i chose most of the most recent ones, then a few of the ones with the most kudos, and then a few of the ones that i just really really really like the opening lines of!! thank you, @salamandersocks, for tagging me!!

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On July 1st, the lonely house at the top of the mountain was finally sold.

snow globe for Aicosu | JELSA | fandoms: Frozen (Disney Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012) | M | Words: 47,752 | Chapters: 4/5 | 2023–WIP | mountain-rural-living!AU

“You see, Jack... There is more to being a Guardian than you may think..."

at the center for roarlikethunder | JELSA | fandoms: Frozen (Disney Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012) | M | Words: 395,105 | Chapters: 223/250 | 2014–WIP | guardian!AU

It was too late for winter.

That One Night | TAHNORRA | fandoms: Avatar: Legend of Korra | E | Words: 219,426 | Chapters: 125/? | 2012–WIP | gradschool!AU

“On the contrary,” she says, slotting a hand over one cocked hip, sending shimmering fractals of reflected light across the inner walls of the glacier.

the woman in white for cnidariandreams | JELSA | fandoms: Frozen (Disney Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012) | T | Words: 782 | Chapters: 1/1 | 2024 | frozen2!AU

"What are you doing here?" she blurts out inelegantly, a little too loudly, and she thinks that someone might have heard her, but she's too pissed off to care.

break the ice | TAHNORRA | fandoms: Avatar: Legend of Korra | T | Words: 7,633 | Chapters: 1/1 | 2012 | canon-divergent!AU

"You're," he rasps, throat run dry. "You're…"

of sparks and moonlight | JACK FROST/PRINCESS YUE | fandoms: Rise of the Guardians (2012), Avatar: The Last Airbender | T | Words: 7,836 | Chapters: 5/5 | 2012 | yue-is-jack's-princess-in-the-moon!AU

There is a strange boy on the beach who won’t stop staring at her.

frosted sea glass ; | JELSA | fandoms: Frozen (Disney Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012) | E | Words: 80,734 | Chapters: 12/12 | 2015–2023 | mermaid!AU

“Man,” Nino groans, accepting defeat at last, as he gives the golden elevator doors a vicious, vengeful kick.

technical difficulties for roarlikethunder | LOVE-SQUARE, MARI-NINO!BROTP | fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug | T | Words: 96,832 | Chapters: 8/9 | 2017–WIP | trapped-in-an-elevator!AU

Seven minutes late.

fifteen minutes ; by therentyoupay for dragonsinparis | JELSA | fandoms: Frozen (Disney Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012) | T Words: 2,920 | Chapters: 1/1 | 2015 | superhero!AU

“...the fuck is this?”

check the pipes for frost ; by therentyoupay | JELSA | fandoms: Frozen (Disney Movies), Rise of the Guardians (2012) | T | Words:66,666 | Chapters: 8/8 | 2015 | wrong-mail!AU

my thoughts below!! 💕 @salamandersocks and i have similar tastes!! i seem to favor:

opening lines that immediately immerse me in a specific emotion or situation (curiosity, anticipation, mystery), and stuff that hints at deeper complexity and "clues ahoy!!"

i also like slightly unsettling lines ("there is a strange boy on the beach who won’t stop staring at her") for mystical stories like the mermaid!au

i also like when really specific or short lines can drop a reader IMMEDIATELY into a specific context; conversely, i like when the first line gives the reader a feeling and the second line gives a location!

i also realize i like throwing characters into emotional / interpersonal conflict immediately lmao ("... the fuck is this?" / "what are you doing here?" / "on the contrary" / "man")

i shall tag a whole bunch of people too, and anyone else who wants to do this!

@aicosu | @blackestfaery | @sanfangirl-cynicalromantic | @kanamesharisenwrites | @callimara | @yuki119 | @marlahey | @siren–s | @dragonsinparis | @jelsawithacapitalj | @portentous-offerings | @jessainzukaland | @laurakrivera | @sunshinemellow-fic | @watermelon-sugar-bi | @da-awesom-one | @renaerys

[ynscrazylife]

The Things I do for Love (Kate Bishop x Reader)

Request: “hi! could i make a kate x reader request where reader have to take care of lucky but lost the dog (maybe she leaves the door open?) and kate find out and freaks out but they find lucky very fluffy” by Anon

Summary: Y/N accidentally loses Lucky.

Request to be on a taglist (or multiple) here! (Taglists are at the end of the fic)

Main Masterlist | MCU Masterlist #1 | MCU Masterlist #2

PSA: Do NOT copy, steal, translate, plagiarize, republish, etc any of my works on Tumblr or any other platform. Also, do NOT claim any of my works as your own. All of these works are either requests I’ve gotten that people have wanted me to write or original ideas I’ve had for works. If you happen to take inspiration from anything I’ve written and want to write something inspired by that, please a) ask me first and b) IF I say yes, credit me as inspo in your post by tagging me and link whatever work of mine that inspired you. Thanks.

header c @/bevongf

“I have a favor to ask you.”

“Ooh! Wait, lemme get my book.”

“Your boo—huh?”

“I keep track of all the favors you ask of me so I can cash them in one day.”

The pause of silence tells Y/N that Kate is rolling her eyes.

“You don’t have a book.”

“Yes, I do, actually,” she says, and shuffling can be heard as Y/N opens her real book.

“Oh, my god.”

“Let’s see here,” Y/N pauses to flip to a new page, leaning over and grabbing a pen to scrawl out the date. “Okay! What’s the favor, dear?”

Kate scoffs, but smiles at the term of endearment regardless. “I need you to watch Lucky.”

A pause.

“You do know I’m allergic to dogs, right? Do you have a desire to kill me, your girlfriend?!”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“It’s life-threatening!”

“Take your medicine. You’ll be fine. Besides, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t really need you. Clint got tipped off about these evil dudes and he needs me. He actually said that. He never says that!”

Y/N sighs. “Can’t Jack watch him?”

“Out of town.”

The sigh turns into the groan. “Fine. When do you need me?”

“Uh, in like 15 minutes?”

“Oh my god, Kate. Man, the things I do for love.”

“Achoo!”

“You faked that, right? C’mon, you faked that,” Kate said, crossing her arms as she raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend, who was standing in front of her now-open door.

Y/N’s sly grin gave it away. “I couldn’t help it,” she said cheekily, giving Kate a peck on the lips as she waltzed her way into the apartment.

Lucky immediately ran up to her, and while Y/N instinctively leaned back to protect her allergies, she pet him regardless.

“Well, you two kids have fun. I gotta run — oh, hey, that rhymes!” Kate said, jogging over to the couch to grab her bow and arrows. As she passed her girlfriend, she wrapped her arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her into a quick hug.

“I won’t be long!” Kate called as she headed towards the door.

Laughing because she knew that couldn’t be true, Y/N continued to pet Lucky. “Alright, love you!” She called back.

“Love you too!” Was the last thing Y/N heard before the door shut and locked behind the archer.

“Okay, Lucks, it’s just you and me,” Y/N murmured to the dog, who was wagging his tail happily. Y/N knelt on the ground, avoiding Lucky’s licks while playing with his floppy ears.

“You know, I wonder why Kate can’t just leave you alone—” she said, cutting herself off as she watched Lucky suddenly bolt, skidding to a halt at an empty pizza box, where he began pawing at it and gnawing at it — barking, too. “—Oh.”

“Lucky!” She whined, quickly following the dog and gently pulling him back from the box. He immediately turned around and, with a lot of energy, pushed Y/N down so she was on her back. He practically had a smile on his face as he licked her all over her face excitedly.

“Oh, no. Oh, lord,” Y/N said, trying in vain to get away from his licks while simultaneously grunting from his paws pounding into her chest and torso.

Her loud, uncontrollable sneeze became the thing to scare him off. Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the weight being lifted off of herself. “Wonderful. It’s started,” she muttered.

Deciding to rest on the floor for a couple minutes, she drifted out of the “zone” she had fallen into when she heard Lucky whimper. Looking over, she watched him scamper over to the door and paw at it relentlessly.

Sneezing again, Y/N picked some dog fur that he had shed from her shirt. “Alright, just gimme a sec,” she said, pulling herself up and to her feet. She grabbed the allergy medicine from her bag and then got a glass of water from the kitchen. Placing the pills on her tongue, she swallowed it with the water and cleaned up before grabbing Lucky’s leash.

Once she had it hooked to his collar, she grabbed her purse and opened the door. Once they were out, he practically yanked her in the direction of the elevator, giving Y/N little time to actually make sure the door was locked. Hiding a sigh, she thought to herself about how lucky Kate was — she was punny, wasn’t she? — and how she couldn’t wait to use this as an excuse to keep Kate from going on her nightly patrols.

About ten minutes into their walk and it was going alright. Lucky had stopped to pee once, thankfully for Y/N hadn’t gone number two, but he did pause at every little thing to sniff at it. And when he saw a dog? Well, the smaller ones he was just happy to see, but he barked at a bigger one. The only real snag was when his leash and another dog’s leash got tangled, and Y/N and the other person choreographed a strange dance to untangle them. She apologized profoundly and continued on.

But then — the universe decided to be a bitch. At the precise moment that Lucky saw a squirrel slinking around a tree, Y/N had to sneeze. In hindsight, he was too excited, and she was too distracted. Barking, he broke off in a run, tugging at the leash, catching Y/N off guard as she paused to turn and cover her sneeze. She lost her grip on the leash and Lucky was granted his freedom, darting after the squirrel. The squirrel — who had been minding his own business with a couple acorns stuffed in his mouth — saw Lucky and ran.

With it all happening so fast, it took Y/N a moment to realize that the leash was no longer in her hand and the golden blob she saw was the dog she was supposed to be walking. Her eyes widening, she broke off into a run, calling Lucky’s name and praying for him to stop.

Alas, he didn’t. Y/N did her best to keep eyes on him while avoiding the strangers going about their own days, but it wasn’t easy. She knocked into multiple people and ignored the rude comments that were thrown her way.

It wasn’t until she full-on collied with someone that she was literally knocked off her path. Having just gone from seeing ahead of herself to now looking at the pavement, her head whirled as dizziness passed over her. The sound of the person hastily apologizing and going about their day was muffled in her ears. By the time the dizziness passed and Y/N got her bearings, she looked up to see Lucky nowhere.

Which promptly sent her down another spiral.

Not even realizing that her flesh peeled with scrapes and blood, Y/N stumbled to her feet and set off in the last direction she had seen him. She called his name at the top of her lungs, the repeating words coming out as strangled cries. People gave her odd looks as they passed, but she paid them no mind. Nothing else concerned her but finding this dog, as she recalled how distraught Kate would be if Lucky was lost. She couldn’t bare to see her girlfriend sad and knowing that it was her fault? Nausea hiked up her throat at the image.

She searched for a good thirty minutes until she figured she should head back to Kate’s apartment. After-all, what if he got bored of the squirrel and came back there? He may be a pizza dog but he was smart . . . Kind of. Upon her arrival, she brushed away the doorman’s concern and plopped herself in a seat in the lobby. She didn’t know how long she sat there, staring out the windows with a sliver of hope, until the doorman told her that her phone was ringing.

Scrambling to retrieve it, she almost considered hanging up when she saw Kate was calling. But, knowing that that wasn’t an option, she picked up the phone. “H-hello?” She said.

Kate, oblivious to the nervous stutter, greeted her with: “Hey! The mission ended up being a lot quicker than we expected. I’m heading back home now, I hope you guys had fun!”

That was it. Hearing the brunette’s cherry voice and knowing that her happiness was soon to be crushed, Y/N broke down in sobs. She struggled to breath through it, and that resulted in half-tears, half-wheezes.

“Y/N? Y/N, what’s wrong?” Kate said, her tone immediately changing. Picking up the worry only made Y/N cry harder, and on the other side of the phone Kate did her best to remain patient. She waited it out with Y/N until she was able to form coherent words and sentences.

“I’m — so — sorry! I — didn’t — mean to! I-I lost Lucky. I sneezed and he saw a squirrel and ran and I lost my grip and I ran after him but I couldn’t find him so I came back to see if he came back but he didn’t and—and—” she gasped.

The brief pause of silence felt like a knife stabbing her. In those 15 seconds, Y/N’s fears practically exploded. She curled in on herself, turning away from the doorman, seeking the tiniest bit of privacy. (Thankfully, he had enough tact to pretend that he was busy.)

“Oh-okay. It’s not your fault, Y/N. I’ll find him. Just stay there in case he comes back, like you said,” Kate’s voice finally came after what felt like an agonizing eternity. Her words were slow, still recovering from the shock of the news.

Y/N couldn’t explain why, but now she just felt worse. She wasn’t sure what she expected Kate to say, and figured that any reaction would have resulted in the guilt weighing on her like it did now. “Alright. Alright. I love you. I’m sorry.”

Kate returned the “I love you”, but it was clear that she wasn’t paying too much attention. Y/N let her hang up and still kept the phone pressed to her ear, even when she heard the dial tone.

When she heard Lucky’s barks 20 minutes later, Y/N nearly fell off her seat. Her head whipped up, a grin breaking out as she allowed the dog to run at her and jump on her, covering her face with slobbery licks. She sneezed a couple times from it, but didn’t mind at all.

“I’m so happy you found him,” she said, tears springing into her eyes. She looked up to see Kate, standing in front of her a little disheveled but otherwise fine, wearing a huge grin. Y/N opened her mouth to continue her seemingly endless apologies, but was interrupted.

“Before you say anything, it’s fine. Really. I know you didn’t mean to lose him,” Kate said, cupping Y/N’s chin and tilting her head up so she could give her girlfriend a much-needed kiss.

Pulling back, Kate — for the first time — took in Y/N’s appearance. Her eyes widened when she saw the cuts and dried blood and she knelt down in front of Y/N. “Babe, what happened?!”

Following Kate’s gaze, Y/N blinked in surprise when she saw her hands and torn knees. “Oh. I guess it must have happened when I fell. Someone bumped into me when I was running after Lucky — Or I bumped into them,” she said, doing her best to recall the event.

“You poor thing,” Kate murmured, peppermint kisses on all of the cuts. Y/N’s face heated up with blushes. “The two of you have had a long day, huh?” She paused to scratch Lucky behind his ear. “Let’s get you guys upstairs.”

Feeling calm now, Y/N stood up and walked alongside Kate and Lucky to the elevators. Within minutes, they were inside Kate’s apartment. Kate unhooked the leash from Lucky’s dollar and urged Y/N to go relax, which she latter had no problem doing. She sat down on the couch, watching her girlfriend retrieve a mini first aid kit from her bathroom’s cabinet.

“I don’t think this is necessary,” Y/N commented through a giggle as Kate sat down next to her and pulled out alcohol wipes and bandaids.

“Nonsense, it could get infected,” Kate argued cheekily, smirking as she rubbed Y/N’s cuts with the wipes and then slapped bandaids over them. “There we go. All better.”

Thanking Kate, Y/N let herself lean back against the pillows. “Once again, I’m sorry,” she apologized, her eyes drifting over to where Lucky was playing with a toy on the floor. As if he could understand them, he stopped and climbed onto the couch, making himself comfortable behind Y/N’s head. Y/N hesitated for a moment before she leaned her head against Lucky’s fur, allowing herself to relax.

“Once again, it’s fine,” Kate replied, a little mockingly but all in good fun. She pat Y/N’s knee as they shared a smile.

“How was the mission?” Y/N asked, sniffing a bit from the allergies.

“It was easy, but fun. It was nice to kick some guys’ butts again,” Kate answered, recalling her fights with a proud smile. Hearing Y/N sniffle, she pouted, scooting closer to her girlfriend. “Did you take your allergy medicine?”

“Earlier I did, yeah. It’s okay, Kate. My allergies will get used to him,” Y/N said nonchalantly.

Kate hummed in slight disagreement but decided not to press the matter. “Thank you for taking care of him today,” she said.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “But I—”

“Thank you. What you said before — about the things you do for love — it was right. You’re amazing,” Kate interrupted, leaning forward to kiss Y/N (partly doing so before she could argue).

Smiling, Y/N kissed back, cupping Kate’s cheek in her hand and enjoying the peacefulness and the happiness that radiated endlessly between them.

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In Another Life

Lmao because i am the human i am, YES YES I HAD SONG HELP and like… you’ll see, it’s really just the one or two lines but 

Uhhhhh I guess this is only really angst if u read my last part ‘All The Right Moves’ bc then you understand theeeeeeeeee uh… significance of the title and like… who’s line is who saying what YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN you don’t but you’ll see. I recommend reading or rereading the first part before this bc then you’ll have ‘WAIT’ moments but like. Don’t worry about it either. Standalone but like. Not really a standalone. But it can be. But it won’t have as much meaning. So. (but also if u reread it like.. Lemme know if u caught the foreshadowing in the spicy scene) 

This doesn’t answer any questions about our dear Main Character but we’ll get there I PROMISE eventually maybe I dunno, I have her story in my head but it’s not in here LMAO

This one is shorter than the first and I don’t really know why because TO ME AT LEAST might just be me, it feels a tad more detailed??? I dunno who knows. 

Warnings; S M U T ahead, if you do not like it/are under 18, please do not read like honestly there’s like… A little bit of reading without it so. Yeah. That’s it this time guys!! 

Adam Page/Fem!Nameless Reader

Spoilers (don’t read if you don’t want ‘em) it’s like. This is basically a retelling of sorts (????) so. Yep. 

LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, gotta tag @penelopeford

Anyways ily babies. Pls have tissues ready

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We keep all our promises, be us against the world. 

It had been over a year since he promised peace if he fought one more war, one more war fought for reasons he would never know, treaties he would never get a say in. One more war and he could live happily with his perfect wife in their house far away from any kingdom that dare call upon him again. 

As long as he had her, his very heart and soul, he would never again need anything promised to him by those cursed by the gods. 

It had been over a year since he’d seen her, held her in his arms, basked in her warmth. And yet, as he crossed over their little hilltop, it seemed like only yesterday that he was just a simple stable boy stumbling over his words at the pretty, oh so pretty, baker girl he had just crashed into. 

His breath caught in his chest as he watched her, busying herself with hanging the laundry. He quickly shushed down the grumbling of his horse, equally as ready to be home, allowing himself another moment to just watch before she noticed him. 

She was still as beautiful as the day he left her. 

An almost goofy smile graced his features at her small twirl, no doubt humming to herself as she danced around their little yard. He could sneak behind her, catch her in the act. Take her in his arms and find home against her lips. Find grace as he whispered sweet nothings, her voice calming his every thought.

An almost mocking whinny pulled him from his thoughts, his eyes narrowing as he glared down at the cursed beast. They only softened meeting with hers that now filled with tears. 

“Adam?” It was a ghost of a whisper before she broke out into a run, no care for the laundry left behind and the dirt that now coated her feet. 

“Damned horse,” he muttered as he dismounted, leaving his comrade to finally relax. She had leapt into his arms before he could even see her, arms acting on their own as he caught her before he fell to the ground. Her kisses grew salty, an inability to hold back her relief that he came back to her. He actually came back to her. 

“Don’t ever leave me again,” his heart broke at the pain in her voice, his grip only tightening around her, his unspoken promise to her. “My heart can’t take it.” He knew. Knew how painful it was for her alone in their little house, wondering when he would come home. If he would ever come back to her. 

“Angel,” it was a mumble against her now slowing lips, palms now pressed against her tear stained cheeks as he did his best to stop them from falling. “My angel. Never, I will never leave you again,” He couldn’t help the chuckle that left him as fresh tears filled her eyes. A smile lit up their features as he pushed her suddenly beneath him, her laughter lighting up his nerves at the near obnoxious kisses against her. “Y’know I’m powerless when it comes to you.” 

“Don’t say that,” it came out as a breathy sigh as he rested his forehead against hers, simply breathing her in. “I’ll let it get to my head, I swear it.” He hummed in mock agreement, needy lips once again meeting hers. 

“Then so be it, my love,” he swore he fell more in love as the colors of the sunset painted her skin, eyes watching him carefully, almost waiting for him to vanish. “So be it.” 

In another life, I would make you stay. 

The frame creaked against his weight as he watched his lover dance around the kitchen, excitement practically leaking from every pore on her body. His eyes shut briefly as he immersed himself in her quiet humming before pressing himself against her, arms encircling her waist as he joined her. His scent overwhelmed her senses as butterflies filled her stomach at his touch, smelling like home once again, like her Adam.

It started innocent enough, sweeping her hair to the side to place soft kisses against the back of her neck. He would blame her for the escalation, her little whimpers, begging him for more, please Adam, more going straight to his cock, the towel around his waist doing nothing to hide it. 

“Missed you,” it was like heaven and hell, the contrast in the sincerity of his voice against the rough callousness of his hands practically tearing the front of her dress, exposing her to the chill of the house. His whispered calamities met with her whimpers, impatience now taking control as she rocked back into him. He took his time as her dress finally puddled on their kitchen floor, retracing every inch that replayed in his dreams while he was gone. “Thought I wouldn’t make it without you, thought of leaving every day. Every damn day. Aren’t you proud of me for staying?” His moans mixed with hers as his hands finally covered her breasts, the immediate warmth causing her hips to buck against his. 

“Mhm, so proud, so so proud,” it came out rushed as she turned her head to meet his, heated kisses melting any complaints she wanted to mutter from her loneliness. Oh how she would have loved him to come back earlier but the comfort of knowing this was it, the last one, kept her sane. “Please. Don’t leave me, please.” His eyes softened along with his lips at how small her voice now sounded, turning her in his arms before scooping her up. He smiled at how perfectly she fit into his arms, kisses burying into the crook of his neck. 

“How could I ever leave you,” it was a promise as he placed her against their bed, body hovering over hers. “Never again angel.” He took his time as he kissed her with all the words he couldn’t say, all the love he felt for her, the promises he was determined to keep, to stay and make her happy for the rest of their lives. 

She kissed back, savoring the feeling of him surrounding her senses, the same promise flavoring her lips that she would do everything in her power to keep him happy, to keep him here with her. His groaning muscles turned silent at the first little moan that left her, his attention now focused on her neck and chest determined to drive out more of the noises that haunted his dreams. 

He took it out on her breasts, an almost sadistic chuckle responding to her whimpers at the bruises bitten into existence, marking her if only to confirm that this time, this was real, she was real. He couldn’t help watch the rise and fall of her chest with awe as he brushed over her nipples, completely lost in the ethereal glow that refused to be replicated in his dreams. It was a whine, a needy little thing, that finally pulled him from his thoughts and brought his lips to one of the hardened buds. His fingers moved in tandem before meeting with her slick, releasing her with a groan. She was wet, she was so wet and warm and all for him. 

It was done with all the grace and speed of a true fighter, her legs suddenly lifted over his shoulders, face buried in her wetness, hand pressing against her lips at the noise that escaped her. Embarrassment tinged her cheeks as he made quick work of removing her hand, holding it down with his.

“Don’t,” it was a warning, one she immediately found herself agreeing to at the darkening of his eyes. Their lips met once more as a comfort, the slight taste of herself now staining his tongue as they met. He couldn’t help one more as he pulled away, her small pout grounding him. “Keep yourself open f’me angel. Need you.” Hands stayed intertwined as he once again made his way down her body, soft kisses keeping his movements slowed. He practically growled as she tugged on his hair much too gently for obedience. But he would follow, god, he would follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked him to. 

“Adam, please,” she tried to move him where she needed him, pressing her hips against his hold in some vain attempt to get him there. She was rewarded with teeth against her hip, a gentle grazing against her skin as he found pleasure in marking her up. So close, he was so close. “Please touch me, something, anything.” 

“‘m already touching you angel,” he swore he found heaven in the noises she made, all needy and desperate, his nerves lighting up with every whine. His lips ghosted over pussy, the tip of his nose pressing just enough against her clit as he breathed her in. “What else do you want, hm?” 

“Don’t be cruel, s’not fair,” her grip on him tightened as she tried to stay perfectly still though her patience was beginning to ware thin. He kept her hand in place with his as he finally gave her what she so prettily begged him for, her body jumping in surprise. She was a sweetness he had been kept from for too long, his moans meeting with hers as her taste finally filled him. He rested his head against twitching thighs as his fingers replaced his tongue, watching with awe as she swallowed one finger before adding another. 

“Cruel with you? I could never,” his lips once again found hers as her first orgasm tore through her all too quickly being built from the very moment she saw him, the very moment she felt him in her arms once again. His lips caught every little noise that managed to escape, fingers continuing to work her into overstimulation. “Could never be cruel to you.” 

“Please,” it was one that made his heart leap out of his chest, one that felt as though it was her very soul crying out for his. She pressed herself against him, shaky legs once again opening herself up to him. He knew it was selfish as he pressed another bruising kiss against her lips before teasing himself against her center, coating himself in her essence as he waited for her spoken consent once more. 

He savored the way she stretched around him, the feel of her finally surrounding him once again. She was love, his light, the very meaning of his existence. He once again found his home as his hips pressed into hers, stilling to hold onto the feeling for just a bit longer. He found himself nodding along with her little pleas, finally pulling out only to snap back into her. 

“I know angel, I know. I’ve got you,” he knew it was obnoxious, the way his lips explored the small dip between her neck and shoulder but he couldn’t find it in him to care as she crooned beneath him. His fingers once again met with her clit, encouraging another orgasm before he met his end. “C’mon angel, lemme feel you, god, I missed you so damn much.” 

“Adam, please,” she didn’t know what she was begging for anymore, the only thing she knew was that she wanted more, more of him touching her. Her grip tightened against his hair, holding him against her as her orgasm hit her suddenly. She pressed his body further into hers, the weight of him comforting the unintelligible murmurs she hadn’t realized were spilling past. 

“Love you,” Pleasure spread from his core as he spilled into her, kissing her as if she was his lifeline as he slowed to a stop, nerves continuing to tingle as he pulled out, watching their mess leak out. He finally gave in to his exhaustion, slumping down onto the mattress making quick work to pull her against him before his heartbeat helped her give in to her sleepy state.. He pressed one last kiss against the top of her head, the feeling of her safe in his arms lulling him to sleep. 

“I love you.” 

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Wake up. 

No.

Adam, wake up. 

No, I can’t leave her.

Wake up. 

Please, please just let me have this, just here, please, don’t take her from me again. 

Adam.

No. 

No, it can’t-

He kept his eyes shut as he savored the warmth of her against his skin, a sensation that was all too familiar. And yet, never enough. It’s a dream, your mind playing tricks on you.

“Adam,” 

A shaky breath escaped him as he reached a hand up to meet hers, expecting to be left with nothing as he deserved, his grip tightening when she didn’t disappear. Tears leaked past shut eyes, refusing to have her taken from him again, even as he felt her press against him, her warmth wrapping around him like a child with a blanket. Even as he held her fragile body against him, her heartbeat mixing with his. 

“Angel? Oh, my angel.”