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sweetadonisbutbetter · 7 months ago

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Could you maybe do a child reader x Ozzie and fizzy? The details are up to you, I just want them to be my dads! Thanks❤️

AWE OMG ☹️☹️☹️☹️ MY FIRST OZZIE AND FIZZ ASK BLOWS UP (i love them a normal amount) YES!!! This will be more in a headcanon bc I have so many thoughts and if this was a fic i think i would spend a year on it LMFAOO- Reader will be around 11-13! Slightly older kid but still a kid at the end of the day!! Also because my tiktok feed is filled with lamb girl reader will also be a lambkin!! A good portion of the beginning is me explaining the lamb demon premise lol

To be love is to be changed | Fizzmodeus x Child! GN! Reader

Relationship: Familial Warnings: None!! Pretty fluffy!!

You weren’t the typical demon, looking more like the sheep in the overworld than any demon in hell.

Soft fluffy wool covered your body, save for your face. Your rounded snout and big eyes with semi-long lashes differed from the other hellborn children. Black hooved for feet and hands, making it slightly inconvenient to do day-to-day tasks, however, your kin adapted. Visibly the image or purity in a place of debauchery. Seemingly the only speck of light in a place that was consumed with darkness.

Fizz was the one who found you in the greed ring, taking you in after seeing you steal from a Shark Demon. He liked the balls you had to do that (and was insanely worried that something would happen to you if you got caught.)

Since Fizz welcomed you with open arms, and you weren’t that much of a threat (you are literally a child lol), Asmodeus opened you with even wider arms.

Ozze is the mom while Fizz is the dad. Nothing you can say will change my mind on that.

While Fizz does fret over you, it is nothing compared to Ozzie. If Ozzie is at work and gets pulled aside to be told that you hurt yourself or are sick, he will cancel his show and head home immediately.

While Ozzie is a worryrat, he isn’t a helicopter parent. He actually believes that you need your independence, especially since you aren’t that young. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the hell version of Life 360. He tracks your ass so much that if he gets the low battery notif, he is calling you to tell you to charge your phone.

Fizz on the other hand is more of the chaotic parent. As in you both are banned from the kitchen, both separately and alone. To make a long story short, it started with the fork on fire and escalated to the hallway mat being singed. If you look under the replacement mat, you can still see the scorched marks of soot that were just too hard to get out. But that doesn’t mean Fizz can’t be stern with you. If anything, you prefer it when Ozzie is stern, since it is a little eerie to you when his smile isn’t there.

Do not be fooled, while they will give you some of the things you want. you will not be spoiled insanely. You still have to pick up around your room (they told the staff not to clean your room), and in turn, you get an allowance so you can buy the things you want.

If you try to hustle them and tell them that the other hasn’t paid you to get double the amount, literally do not get caught. They won’t pay you for your next allowance LMFAO.

In the beginning, you only called them Fizz and Ozzie, which they respected. It made sense in their heads since they weren’t really your dads, and they kinda just picked you off the streets. However when you got comfortable enough to refer to them as your dads? They were over the moon and cried to each other.

How you approached the topic with them was by having them sit down in the living room with you.

Ozzie and Fizz were sitting down on the couch as you paced the floor. You had invited them to the living room stating that you needed to talk and asked them to sit. Albeit they were very confused as to what you needed to talk about, and seeing the worry on your face, didn’t really help with the nerves. They were holding one another’s hand as a comfort. There was a brief moment where you stopped and looked at them, before turning and beginning to pace again. Fizz and Ozzie looked at one another, asking if the other knew what was going on and denying it.

“Uhh…Kid?” Fizz starts after a bit, looking back at Ozzie for a moment before he looks back at your pacing figure. “Is everything alright?”

Instead of answering, you stopped and looked at the two of them. You left the room, furthering their confusion. It didn’t take long for you to come back with a laptop, the same one they had gifted you after a month of your stay. You connected it to the TV and put on display a PowerPoint.

“REASONS AS TO WHY YOU SHOULD ADOPT ME AND LET ME CALL YOU MY DADS.”

You had made a PowerPoint to talk to them and ask them if it was okay if you could call them dad

In said PowerPoint, you gave all the reasons (most of which said that you were awesome) and benefits of adopting you (benefits were that they get a cool kid in turn). You also went over the possible dad name variations for them and the reasons behind them. You even gave the origins of the names which amused Fizz to no end.

To make a long teary heartfelt story short, they adopted you.

However, they had to do so in a way that didn’t get the media’s attention. Just because they were celebrities and figureheads, doesn’t mean they want you in the spotlight. Rather they agreed to wait until you were either close to being or were an adult to even announce that you were their kid (if you wanted to).

This also means that if you wanted to go out, you couldn’t go out with either of them, since the media knows that they were together, it wasn’t too far out of the picture for them to have a kid. This also extends to you not going to hospitals, rather they get a physician to come to their place and check on your health. It is this whole thing where they have a security check the doctor for any decisions or any stuff that could record your existence. (Said physician is threatened that if anything about you was leaked, they would hunt him down personally.) So sadly not a lot of days out together, however, they make up for it with at-home movie nights, game nights, and even sleepovers.

Very keen on your privacy, both in the public and at home. They always knock and make sure to not do anything to cross any of your boundaries.

Ozzie has to be careful not to talk about too much of his work around you. You may not be a little kid, but you are still a kid and he believes that no kid should be exposed to his field so early in their life. Fizz is also careful not to talk about Ozzie’s work and doesn’t go too in-depth about Mammon’s treatment around you.

If you are prone to nightmares, they will both personally comfort you. Even if you feel silly about it, since in your tween mind, you are too old to have your dads wait for you to fall asleep because you were too scared, they don’t mind. They will drop whatever they are holding if it means making you comfortable.

Overall very lovely parents, and they love you dearly. With you in their lives, they feel that they have changed for the better and they cannot imagine their lives without you. Seeing you as their shining light, as they continue to raise you, they hope that your bright light never diminishes.

omg dude i rewrote this so mant times because the first attempts were kinda depressing bawling NAYWAYS IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS CAME OUT AND HOPE U GUYS ENJOYED HEHE

#helluva boss x reader #helluva fizzarolli #helluva asmodeus #asmodeus x fizzarolli #fizzarolli x reader #asmodeus x reader #fizzmodeus x reader #child reader

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malachitegrey · 9 months ago

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Not at all my dear! Anything that can be classified as "outside substance compels you to do something" is welcome.

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No my darling honeypie! This is an 18+ only event due to the whole. Sex Pollen. Thing. BUT, you want cuddle pollen? A love potion? Wanna write just the aftermath? That's all good! "Foreign substance changes intimacy levels" is the brief.

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No, lambkins. Art is also very welcome here. You can also do collabs at will! Pair up with a writer/artist! Triple up! Quadruple up!

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lostgracestories · 2 months ago

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Always, With You...

wc: 1.1k (HELP I LOVE MOHG) tw: brief mention of intimacy (nothing happens), literally so fluffy you might melt, good luck

This is what I have been working on since the poll decided that Mohg x Tarnished was the first thing I needed to write so I do hope you guys thoroughly enjoy this <3

oh, and DLC character mention so if you haven't played the DLC yet go away (jk just read with discretion <3)

It was like every other day in Mohgwyn palace. Mohg was pacing back and forth, rambling to himself as he attempted to come up with a way to introduce his dynasty to possible recruits. As he did this, you stood some feet away, conversing with Varre and Sir Ansbach. You expressed to them that you wanted to propose a romantic idea to Mohg to which they stared at you like you were ridiculous.

“Is… is that not a good idea?”

You shrunk back a little, wondering if they had some form of knowledge that you did not have. After a long pause, Varre’s face twisted into a grin. You couldn’t necessarily see it behind his mask, but you could always tell by the way his mask shifted and his tone changed. Sir Ansbach seemed to hold his breath when Varre began to speak, as if expecting he would need to scold him. “Oh, lambkin… Luminary Mohg is not exactly… familiar, with such things”

You couldn’t help but give into the tugging at the corner of your lips as they curved into a smile. Exactly how unfamiliar was he alluding to? Regardless, it wasn’t like you were going to make Mohg plan it, it was your idea after all, you would plan it accordingly.

“Well, how do you expect him to get familiar if he doesn’t try things?”

You turned on your heels, facing in the direction of your dearest. The look you gave Varre was almost taunting, as if to say “watch this”

As you approached Mohg, he spotted you, striding toward him with a bright smile on your face. He immediately ceased his pacing and stood still for you. When you stood at his feet, his orangey eye lingering over your face for a moment before he questioned you with an amused intrigue to his voice.

“You seem quite amused about something… care to share with me, little dove?”

Oh how you loved that pet name, anytime he called you as such your knees practically buckled beneath you. However, you cleared your throat this time, forcing yourself to keep your gaze trained up at him. Those doe eyes you looked up at him with drove him crazy. Finally, you parted your lips to speak. Despite your efforts to stay confident, your voice cracks for a mere second as you begin

“My heart-”

You started with the endearing nickname, pausing before you continued

“I have been thinking, and I wish to partake in a romantic outing with you”

You could have sworn you saw Mohg’s gaze falter for a second, as if he had become distracted, pulled away from the gaze he kept over your delicate features that so vastly contrasted his own. As silence surrounded both of you, Mohg took it upon himself to fill it, clearing his throat and confidently straightening his posture.

“Well then, little dove… it would be my honor to plan this outing!”

His voice was filled with an excitement that you were all too familiar with. It was the same overzealous excitement he carried in his tone when he explained his dynasty to anyone that would listen. Suddenly, you realized what Varre had meant, a feeling rising in your gut as you peered back at him. His hand was over the mouth of his mask and his shoulders shook with quiet laughter. Well… you couldn’t say he didn’t try to warn you…

Mohg was quick to push you toward the exit so that he could prepare a lavish outing for you, his beautiful little dove. Sir Ansbach was quick to guide you away as Varre was too busy snickering… that bastard. You ended up finding time to read your favorite book in the time that it took Mohg to prepare. Deep down, part of you hoped that he would just prepare a normal dinner with some wine and perhaps, bed you after a few too many glasses. Alas, such a thing was preposterous to hope for.

As you sat by the fireplace in the lavish room that Mohg had offered you to stay in, you were transported out of your book and your thoughts to the sound of knuckles– large ones– rapping against your door ever so gently. You knew it was Mohg and were quick to set aside your book, hurrying to the door and pulling it open cautiously. Your jaw nearly fell off your face at the sight before you. Mohg had put on his nicest ceremonial robes and very clearly washed his horns since you could no longer spot random spots of dry blood.

“Little dove… may I guide you to your surprise?”

Once again you were forced out of your thoughts when he reached a hand out to you. His other was behind his back and as you took his free hand you quickly found out the reason for the hiding of his other hand. Mohg carefully revealed at LEAST a dozen bouquets worth of blood roses combined into one large bouquet. You gaped at the gesture and the sheer size. It was so utterly adorable.

“Oh- Mohg that is so sweet-!”

You exclaimed as he led you away from the doorway and into a part of his palace that looked over the landscape. Mohg chuckled as he stopped in front of a large blanket covered in snacks, treats, and food. All of them were your favorites. Mohg gently placed the bouquet next to the blanket as he helped you to sit. You were all too shocked to find words. If Varre thought this was inexperienced you hesitated to think what he thought experienced would be.

As you rested against the blanket you watched as Mohg carefully lowered himself across from you. He seemed utterly pleased with himself and it drew a giggle from your lips. Once he was fully sat, you crawled to him and knelt in front of him.

“My heart… this is so wonderful… I am so thankful for your beautiful soul”

Mohg immediately leaned toward you as your hands came to rest against his legs. He seemed to stare for a moment as if searching for permission before he carefully brought you into his lap and pulled the treats, snacks, and food closer.

“I was not sure if this would be enough… I may not be able to take you anywhere outside of where my dynasty resides, but I wish for you to feel special, regardless”

You could feel heat rise to your cheeks as Mohg’s words sunk in, his clawed fingers tracing circles into your back. You melted into his gentle touches and let out a sigh of content. As you tilted your head up to look at him, a smile graced your lips and he swore his heart could burst then and there.

“My heart… I always feel special with you…”

#mohg the omen #fluff #elden ring #i love mohg #mohg x reader #luminary mohg #mohg lord of blood #elden ring mohg #mohgwyn dynasty #sir ansbach #varre #white faced varre #white mask varre

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littledeathh · 20 days ago

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CW: blood, drug use, rimming, double penetration, impregnation, m/m anal sex, m/f/m threesome, wedding night, mention of non-con, fem tarnished

The sky burned red as he took the first step. The long cloth of a Sanguine Noble draped around the podium, caressing the pale feet peeking underneath. A small smile curled his lips. A genuine one. Unmasked, Varré stood before the Luminary, his mark glowing particularly brightly, as if on the verge of bleeding again. Varré's hand gently rubbed yours, and you could feel every inch of the skin that has been hidden from you. The poke of the budding black horns on his finger, and their neverending bleed. His thorny horns locked into yours, catching like the stalks of roses, and as painful to pull apart. The omen blood coursed through you, ensuring your rejection by the Erdtree. If one of you were to die, it would be permanent. There would be no Varré again. All you had was now.

You felt calm, focusing on the small sound of bells in the distance. You smelled incense, drowned out by the deep red, honeyed wine you shared, downing it in one mouthful. You clapsed his hand and gazed into the abyss of his eyes, so content, so drunk with love. You held out your hand, and Varré slid a small ring on your finger, black ivory topped with a crimson stone. In that moment, you knew peace.

The spiced wine was starting to take effect now. The heavy fog of incense pooled on the floor. As you watched it intently, you felt your grip on reality loosen. And Varré's smile deepened and darkened. Strands of his hair danced underneath his black hood. You could see his every pore. The threads of his hair, swimming. You could feel everything.

You looked up, expecting hours had passed. But the sky only burned clearer. His hand pulled you down to his face.

"Lambkin."

You recognised him. Your husband, Varré. You stood still, as if the weight of your head dragged you into the ground. You closed your eyes, waiting for the feeling to pass, but your heart continued pumping.

He repeated his call and chuckled. Your lashes fluttered left and right as you watched cloth peel away. Every touch carried the weight of a mountain, and all the emptier when it left. Your nipples tickled, chest pulsing sweetly.

You pursed your lips with small twitches, filled with a desire you'd never known before. Bewitched by music and the scent, you... Varré leaned into your kiss, and you felt ready to die.

The stone sucked you in and he laid you down, bare against the engravings on the floor. Your vision flashed to the soft kisses, the small pools of warmth against your neck and chest, freezing with wetness at their departure. Your eyelids fluttered. Your husband stood between your legs, folding and prying them apart. The open air cooled the region, and you felt no shame. A gentle kiss laid on your lips by your beautiful husband, cupping his hands around your own at your breast.

A sharp black hook trapped your shoulder, travelling through your hair. You floated and melted away, just as the strands fanned on the floor. A deep kiss enveloped you. Love like you'd never known before. Varré's flesh melded to yours, as a reflection of your own. His exhales hovered on your forehead, his lips inverted, and his tongue a wet muscle, so thick and fleshy, tensing at uneven intervals, the rough of his taste buds. And the vulnerable, thin and veiny underside. You eyed the blue strings with minute precision, and every throb giving them life. The blood you could have bitten out.

He moaned wantonly, roaming his hands around your hips. He was just as lost as you. Your wedding night. Your marriage bed. Every breath sucked in the incense and exhaled ecstasy. The soft of his underside matched that of the prodding moisture, wide enough to spread your outer folds, warmth wider still. A doubled voice breathed hoarsely, fleshy length rubbing up against your clit, slime gliding along your stomach and reaching up your frail ribs. Varré's hands gripped painfully at the plumpness of your chest, kneading your breasts until they spilled beneath his palms. A long, massive, fleshy tongue trailed up your bosom, clothing you with its coating. The shine glistened on you beautifully.

"Varré..." You whispered, aching for your husband's love.

Several pumps along a large length. A long shadow cast over you, wetness dribbling down your breast, as Varré slowly took down the length, licking at the lively tip and trailing down the horns at the base, curled beautifully as to adorn the manhood. A celebration of life, in waiting for death. Varré's lean waist and plump hips hovered in your line of sight, the most seductive woman you'd ever seen. Your beloved husband. He cupped and rubbed his face against his Luminary's testes, begging to suck out their Dynast's seed. The long strips of cloth fluttered above him as he sucked upon the meatus, too large to ever fit entirely. Varré spat upon your pussy, bending over to please you, and prepare you for the fucking to come. Long fingers folded like a cage around his pale buttock, well travelled, by the number of scars. You pressed your pussy to his face, eager to serve your whore husband. You flinched as the sharp hook dipped in, holding your breath as if he were penetrated by a dagger, yet Varré only arched in deeper, no hesitation in his hips. Your vision blurred as you watched him, taking the massive length into him, stomach bulging above you, as you watched his childish smile, so happy to see him like this. He quickly returned to your cunt, slobbering it at each push, tonguing your hole hungrily. The mere sight made your toes curl. You lifted yourself up and snaked your tongue along his length, pumping it in your hands and licking into his asshole as his Lord stretched inside of him. He screamed a moan and balled his fists as his Lord emptied himself inside of him, slashing cuts along his back that made him shudder in pain, great enough to pause his orgasm, the blood trickling to the valley of your breasts. He shuddered in agony, containing his pending orgasm, as his Lord slipped out of him, forcing out the cum he'd deposited onto your face, which you mindlessly smeared along your torso, clutching his face to suffocate him, if your orgasm needed to, and shamelessly throbbed against his lips, lapping up the trails of blood.

Now filled with need, you pushed him away, weakened, like a ragdoll, onto his back, riding his hips in search of his own orgasm, bouncing roughly up and down and pressing into his wound, nearly raping him, as that horned length pushed to your lips, providing as much of a challenge. He wailed and moaned as you tightened, sucking away at the remnants of Varré's asshole with your lips. So full of love, you curled your toes and pushed your husband to orgasm, kneading away at his balls, hard enough to impregnate you, ensuring the future of the Dynasty, your mouth now full of your new Lord's cum. A pleasure so immense you could never recover, grinding into his cock brainlessly, painfully extracting his love. All of it. His blood and cum.

#white mask varre #no beta we die like men #elden ring varre #varre #varré #mohg lord of blood #SoundCloud

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moodyhaaze · 1 year ago

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❛ pet names ❜ — demon brothers

synopsis. pet names that the brothers have for the mc.

tags. headcanon | SFW | gn!mc

content warning. none.

a/n. inspired by this post. the absolute pain i endured to NOT put ‘kitten’ as satans. also forever begging tumblr to give us yellow font color because leaving mammon’s as white makes my soul ache.

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚

— 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

꒰ lambkin. ꒱

“come now, my lambkin, come to me…”

Lambkin is a rather Shakespearean term of endearment and that’s exactly why Lucifer uses it. It’s not overly affectionate or “vulgar” as Lucifer finds some pet names. He finds it sweet enough to convey a certain tenderness, but also respectful as to not dilute you to an object.

— 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

꒰ baby or babygirl/boy. ꒱

“c’mere, baby, the great mammon’s got you.”

Mammon likes calling you his baby or babygirl/boy because, as we know, he’s highly possessive. Honestly, he uses this more than your name and he likes it that way. You’ll make his knees weak if you go out of your way to tell him your his baby. Man will melt.

— 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈

꒰ dear. ꒱

“oh, hey! …ready for our game night, uh, d-dear…?”

I don’t feel like Levi would be much for using pet names because he gets too nervous to use them and/or feels like he doesn’t use them properly. But when the mood does strike him he’ll stick to the basics like ‘dear’ and he almost always says it with a stutter and flushed face.

— 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍

꒰ treasure. ꒱

“it’s like you were made for me… a treasure just for me…”

I’m a firm believer in MC and Satan truly being destined to meet given their connection through Lilith given the circumstances, so ‘treasure’ feels the most fitting. Satan’s never felt a truer connection and understanding with anyone but you. Almost like you were crafted, molded, made just for him.

— 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎

꒰ my love. ꒱

“oh, my love, you’re back! i’ve got a bath ready for us!♡”

Asmo is all about theatrics, so anything he can do to verbally and openly claim you as his, he’s all for it. And what’s better then claiming you as his love? He almost always uses this pet name as he’s squeezing you into a tight hug, dragging you to a bath, or when he’s curled up with you in bed.

— 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋

꒰ sweetie. ꒱

“here, sweetie, i brought us some snacks to share.”

Beel calls you sweetie because he thinks it’s adorable and you’re adorable and it just fits, okay? It’s not the most original or cutest pet name, but he thinks it’s fitting after everything you’ve done for him. What could possibly be sweeter than helping his family come back together?

— 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄

꒰ darling. ꒱

“get over here, darling, it’s nap time.”

Belphie is all about being short, sweet, and to the point. He chose ‘darling’ because it felt right so why would he put anymore thought into it than that? He uses it often but still prefers to use your name more because he finds your name beautiful. He mostly uses it when he’s caught you in his grasp and got you trapped beneath his covers, refusing to let you go until he’s satisfied.

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚

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rockingrobin69 · 8 months ago

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pt. 2

“You always call me that,” Harry Potter said softly. “Full name, like I’m in trouble.”

“It’s your name,” Draco said. “What would you have me call you? Sugar plum? Honeybunch?”

A worrying choking sound filled the room. Harry Potter was… doing something, not smiling but not not-smiling either, something warm and addictive and very pleased.

“No! Nothing like that!”

“Ah. I see. You're more into the whole animal theme. Lambkin? Duckie? Little lion. Or we can go multilingual. Mon petit chou?”

“Malfoy!”

With the beaming, the unfair, unbearable beaming. Wiping his smirk physically, with a hand, “You're right, you're right, cabbage is not an animal, but I'm running out of ideas here, and you’re no help. Snoozypants? Squiddle-dee? Floopsypops?”

Harry Potter laughed so hard he was tearing up. “Is that—is that how you think normal people call each other?”

“Oh,” helplessly, “I’m sorry, High Lord of the Most Esteemed Committee of Naming and Such, is that too far out of the realm of possibility in a world in which Albus Percival Wulfric—”

“Snoozypants?”

“Liked that one, sweetheart?”

There was that blush. The top-to-bottom, hair-roots-to-feet. It made something in Draco’s belly clench, or unclench, or, just, react. It drew him closer somehow.

Harry Potter was still chuckling, tiny little hiccoughs of it making him jump. With another step forward, Draco murmured: “Unless, of course, you have a better idea?”

His eyes were so big. So—startled. Draco, feeling all of a sudden rather predatory, hastily removed himself from Harry Potter’s personal space and launched his overheated body on the sofa. “Well! That’s the matter sorted, then. Snoozlepants it is. I shall make it official upon my next visit to the Ministry. There might be an outcry, at first, but—”

Stopped when Harry Potter was suddenly very close. “Snoozypants,” he said, nonsensically.

“Bless you?”

“No. You said it wrong. You said—something else. I’m Snoozypants, from now on.” Grumpily, almost. Draco, enchanted, was also severely and terribly charmed.

“Well met,” he sputtered, and even put out a hand, like this was a totally sensible thing to do and not, say, a life-or-death situation that required a lot more courage than he ever had. “I’m—” ran out of words.

“Frimpton,” said Harry Potter. “Frimpton Mousipuff Hendersworth. The Third.”

Draco’s eyebrow hiked all the way up. “Mousipuff? That sounds suspiciously close to a certain House in which we both know I was not.”

Harry Potter shrugged. His face was so alight and so impossibly sweet that Draco nearly gagged. “Sorry, nothing for it now. The name’s been decided by the High Lord of Names and So On or whatever it was you said.”

“Hmm,” Draco huffed, oddly happy. “And here I thought I could outrun those stuffy ancestral monikers.”

“You still go by Draco Lucius Abraxas Malfoy?”

Pretending a hex to the chest, staggering backwards, “Point taken. Mousipuff it is.”

“Frimpton Mousipuff. Henderson. The third.”

“Begging your pardon, Snoozles, it was Hendersworth, not—”

“Ah-ha! So you were paying attention! I knew it.”

Somehow, in all this ridiculousness, Harry Potter was now seated next to him, thigh to thigh although the sofa wasn’t that cramped. He was pure ridiculousness in its purest form. Draco’s brain was barely even coming up with syllables anymore.

“Good,” someone said. Harry Potter. He was speaking. “I like it when you pay attention.”

Draco blinked.

“I like it when you—with me,” Harry Potter waved a hand in the very-little space between them. “Like this.”

Ohs kept exploding inside his chest. Highly inconvenient and likely dangerous. “Oh,” Draco said, out loud.

Harry Potter—he—he—lay his head, gently, on Draco’s shoulder. Melted with the biggest, most contended sigh. He was ridiculous and so warm and very real on Draco’s very real body part and none of this made the slightest bit of sense.

Helplessly, obviously, Draco melted too.

(This is not exactly a sequel to this little thing)

#drarry fic #mostly just sweetness #this is a hard part of the month and sometimes we gotta keep our minds busy #anyway: i think harry would greatly appreciate the chance to be utterly silly with someone #and i think draco will give in to him every single time

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dnpanimationstudioclone · 5 months ago

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Chaggie Headcanons🍎🦋

My Charlie and Vaga(I call Vaggie Vaga now. Guess my take could be called Chaga)

Charlie loves to plays love songs for Vaga. Def has her own version of OH Millie.

Vaga’s also done her own share of songs for Charlie. Usually calm, sweet lullaby like songs. Things “you’re ok Centaurworld, Della Ducks lullaby, you’ll be ok etc”.🌌🌙😴

Vaga collects pretty objects for her. Shells, flowers, fireflies, things that glow, shiny rocks etc🐚🌹

Vaga uses her hair to wrap Charlie when she needs comfort or to get closer with her in bed. Will also sing or hum lullabies to her. Calls it Cocooning🦋

Both have def carried each other, usually when the other’s tired to bring them to bed. Charlie’s especially strong(she’s the Princess of Hell afterall).

Would absolute just pick up Vaga to show people “HEY LOOK AT MY AWESOME GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!!!💖💖💖💖💖” if Vaga let her.

Charlie def has the most pet names between them💖 fav is “Vagababe” and “mothball”. Vaga blushes so much from these ones😳

Vaga’s called Charlie “apple blossom” and lambkins”, def her fav😊🌸🐑

Enjoy dancing together. Vaga always loved dancing but…fell out of it. Being with the music loving Charlie helped Vaga get that love back💃

Vaga once put on a sorta bird plumage dance but with her hair for Charlie. She loved it 😊

Vaga’s does not like people being too close to her or touch her(especially her hair and antennae) feels most comfortable with Charlie. Charlie likes to make fun little faces and whisper sweet nothings to her hair skull in hopes to make it smile☠️😊

Def keep each other from getting themselves killed whenever they’re sick/hurt/NEED TO REST!

Charlie would think Vaga’s human form is equally adorable as her sinner form. Charlie-Your Soul is the most beautiful, in any form💖

Charlie helps Vaga with her social skills, learning to open up and let loose a bit. Def has had to remind Vaga about not pointing her spear right at peoples faces.

Vaga helps Charlie understand the complexities with sinners and the challenges that come with redemption…especially about the reluctance many have about…sharing their past.

Charlie’s as protective of Vaga as she is of her, if perhaps more. As patient as she is and very aware Vaga can take care of herself for the most part…try anything and she WILL MESS YOU UP! Has absolutely had to contain herself from literally blowing up from sinners trying to make a pass at Vaga(with how human she looks, sinners def find her cute…if perhaps also creepy, she’s part moth)

Also has had to keep Vaga from getting zapped by bright bug zappers.

Charlie usually helps Vaga pick out clothes, especially for formal occasions👗👠. Has given her some of her mother’s old stuff to wear aswell as old stuff she herself doesn’t wear anymore. Also enjoys helping with makeup 💄.

Dates:

Charlie. Loves to go all out, do something sweet and special!

Has Def taken Vaga to Uncle Ozzies for a special date! In fact the picture I used above is based on that! Chaggie Go To Ozzie’s🍎🦋

Also has taken her LuluWorld like that Pilot picture showed with OG Chaggie. Def didn't take her to Loo Loo Land.

Going on the rewrite idea that sinners can go to other Rings. When Charlie read how El Salvador's(Vaga’s home country) also known as the “Land of Volcanoes”, takes Vaga to the Wrath Ring to enjoy the sights.🌋 Also enjoyed the music and dancing. It was nostalgic for Vaga…reminded her of happier times.

Charlie, Absolutely has taken Vaga to every musical possible. Some of Vaga’s top favs include, “In The Heights”, “Hamilton” & “Heathers”!

Vaga. Usually more tame compared to Charlie’s ideas but tries her best to make them just as great💖

Dates planned by Vaga. Usually nice little picnics(by the beach under the stars, watching a park community theatre, on the Hotel Roof)

The Movies, either at a theatre or at home. Usually looks for musical ones, knowing they’re Charlie’s fav💖

Vagas Def made some Salvador meals and goodies for Charlie. Has def made her delicious meals for dates, probably asks Husk to prepare nice drinks too!🍸

A lot of Vaga’s dates are in the evening/night. She’s a moth afterall🦋🌌. Def enjoys the night breeze, not too many people out, the stars, moon etc.

Like to take Charlie to calm, secluded places so they can just enjoy the moment between them.

Charlie’s def looked for things such as food, music, nature etc, that could remind Vaga of her old home, even began to take up Spanish herself for Vaga💖.

Def help brush each other's hair. Vaga especially needs the help.

The apple pin Vaga wears was from Charlie for her cloak. And the bow Charlie wears was from Vaga, ripped a bit of her own cloak and made it into a cute bow for her in thanks.

For my Chaggie, it's not that Charlie puts too much pressure on vaga, would never mean to. But it's Mainly Vagas own inner demons making her devoted to Charlie and do everything she can to help her...especially for what she did☠️🪽🗡️

Does her best to encourage Vaga to think for herself, that it’s ok to disagree with her, think differently from her, question her.

Vaga-I would die and kill for you!

Charlie-Please dont!

Both haven’t always been the most open about the past(Charlie’s old flames, Vaga’s…everything).

Warning, this one’s sad💔💔💔💔

When Charlie finds out the truth of Vaga not only being an exorcist but the one who...it destroys them both💔 Vaga moves into the Heaven Embassy(where Charlie and Adam talked) or somewhere else away to give her space, and Charlie...she was a wreck(even took off her bow tie). Had to take some days away from each other. Their reconciliation def took some more time💔

What do u think? Any headcanons you have for Chaggie or any of the other HH ships? I’d love to know💖

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jiubilant · 11 months ago

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Does Shurri get up to visit frozen Winter(hold) wonderland much to see her pa after the two reconcile?

In some particulars, Shiv thinks, she's sipping tea with a stranger. So is he. But some things haven't changed.

"The game," she announces like a bookie, unfolding the pegboard across the page-strewn desk, "is halatafl—"

"Mind my cup," says the Archmage of Winterhold, and whisks it out of the way with one hand. His face cuts peevish through the steam. "We can't just play draughts?"

"—in the vernacular," Shiv continues virtuously, ignoring him, "known as wolf"—she drops one of the two red-painted pegs into its hole, then taps it with a claw—"and sheep."

She places her second wolf with predatory delicacy, then arranges the rest of the pegs on his side of the board: twenty of them, white as lambkins, to her two. Her father, swathed in the sort of sumptuous silk dressing-gown that he'd once eyed wistfully in Taarie's store—and a frumpy fur rug, because silk's not worth a sneeze in his freezing hold—begins to look interested.

"Ah," he says, smiling with one side of his mouth. "Well. If the odds are in my favor."

Shiv grins at him with all her sharpest teeth.

* * *

"Again?" she asks after the third game.

"Ai," says the Archmage. It's the sort of gusty Velothi exclamation she'd heard every day of her childhood—after climbing down from the roof, usually, or coaxing him to buy her a bag of havreflarn. He turns a despairing smile on her. "It hasn't been an hour?"

"Half." She smiles back with just her eyes. "You might win this time."

The old man makes an eloquent face. "Set the board."

It's one of those northern nights best spent, Shiv thinks drily, in the south. Or playing board games. The stone walls of the study, glacial to the touch, muffle the wailing wind. Ice crusts the eye-shaped window behind the Archmage's desk; it rattles in its frame, battered by the blizzard's white fist. But she's stoked the fire bright, and the little room is warm where the firelight spreads.

It glints on two empty teacups and the Archmage's rings, garnet and gold, as he reaches across the board. His fingers twitch above the pegs. They curl, but don't bend. He watches his hand contort itself like a spider for a moment, patiently, then leans forward in his wheelchair and—with his other hand, the steady one—closes the spasming fingers around one of his sheep.

"If only," he murmurs, amused, "one could magic the pieces to move of their own accord."

One could, in a college for wizards. Almost everyone could. Shiv watches him move the peg. He practices with the palsied hand, stretching it, writing, picking things up and putting them down, for at least an hour a day. He's getting better at it. The letter he'd sent her after his latest fit—apoplexy, he'd called it later, and gently explained that it would likely happen again—had been so scrambled and smudged that she hadn't even finished it before throwing herself at the High Queen's feet, like a trophy pelt, to beg leave of her court.

Now, two months later, he's well enough to stay up late and lose at tafl. She can probably bring up things that might distress him. She hasn't.

"I've been thinking more, of late," he's saying, "on that sort of thing. The, ah, the everyday good that magic could do—the great help it could be to those with, with hands that shake, or bones that ache, and suchlike, if it were only more commonplace." His eyes travel, thoughtful and sharp, across the board—navigating his next three moves, as usual. "My cane leaps into my hand when I drop it. Why doesn't everyone's?"

Within a year, Shiv thinks, every walking-stick in Winterhold will be doing somersaults. "Used to be that Rafe would crawl under tables for it."

"You, too," says the Archmage. A smile creases the side of his face that still moves. "Well, not everyone has a Rafe, or a Shurri."

For a moment, looking at him, Shiv forgets the past ten years: the fantastical old hierophant enthroned in the wheelchair, bejeweled on every finger and robed in brocade like a picture in a book, is just Da. Then she blinks, and she sees in his smile the thing that makes him a stranger.

"You're happy," she says gruffly. It sounds like an accusation. She hadn't meant it to. She hadn't meant to speak at all; she listens to her own voice with vague surprise. "You old sharpster."

"It took some doing." Da moves one of his pieces with a soft, contemplative clack. "Are you?"

Something in her face must answer him, because he hesitates, then lays the palsied hand half-open on the desk. She blinks down at it. Then she puts one hard, scarred hand in it and covers it with the other, so that his fingers close.

"Probably I should have just piked," she says, very seriously, "and taken up toll-collecting."

He laughs. She'd hoped he would. "The dread bandit Pushpin?"

"Bodkin."

She wonders how to tell him that the smell of boiled leather makes her sick. That her mail-shirt's rusting to bits in a Haafing chest. That she's stuffed her sword and all the smaller pigstickers under her pallet, and hasn't polished them all month. Her shield-sisters would look at her askance. Her old drillmasters, Terentius and stern Rikke, would clout her on the head.

Da gives her a long, level look. Then he glances down at the board.

"Do you know," he says, surprised, "I think I've won."

Shiv looks down, then snorts. He has. He'd probably rearranged the pegs when she wasn't looking.

"But, yihla," says the Archmage, not ungently, "we play more than one game in this life—"

"Da."

"—and if you don't like the outcome of the last," the Archmage continues, raising the eyebrow that moves, "you can always—"

She wrinkles her nose like she used to do at his arithmetic lessons. He laughs again and relents.

But he does turn the tafl-board, with a calm and pointed look, so that she finds herself playing sheep.

#short answer: not quite ''much'' lol. but here's one such visit #skyrim #microfic #oc tag #shurri #ravi

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grahamcracklewho · 3 months ago

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02. RED ROGUE

a Carmen Sandiego (2019) rewrite.

tw (for the entire series): murder, death, mild gore, angst, obsession, ableism. i will add onto this as i go on. this series is DEEPLY redcrackle but includes ocs and reworked versions of characters, canon events, and etc.

this is ch2. ask/comment to be tagged for ch3 and more.

YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW CARMEN SANDIEGO TO READ THIS.

(I made this as understandable as possible to newcomers).

prev. current (ch3). next.

Soft chatter emanated through the auditorium as VILE’s newest batch of students got themselves seated, waiting for orientation to begin. It didn’t take long for Coach Brunt to stroll onto the stage, approaching the podium that sat in the middle. She fiddled with the microphone attached to it, frowning slightly before rolling her eyes.

“Ahem!” Coach Brunt glanced around expectantly, waiting for the students to quiet down. “…Welcome to VILE’s school for thieves,” she said. “That’s V-I-L-E. Valuable imports, lavish exports. We ship goods to the four corners of the world.” The coach grinned down at the auditorium full of students. “You’ve all been hand-picked for our one-year program, thanks to your unique talents and exponential potential, so we’re expecting big results from all of you. But, that aside—my name is Coach Brunt, and I’m one of the head honchos around here, so you gotta play by my house rules.”

She held up a cell phone, the familiar object drawing the attention of the students. “Rule one: no communication devices.” She suddenly crushed it, bits of glass and metal crumbling to the ground, getting shocked gasps and concerned glances from everyone but Black Sheep. “And, rule two: first names only, until y’all get your code names.” Coach Brunt’s gaze slid over, meeting Black Sheep’s amongst the crowd. “Ain’t that right, lambkins?”

Black Sheep blinked in surprise before managing a nervous smile and shrinking back slightly, feeling the gazes of all the other students on her. Directly in front of her, someone barked out a laugh, making her flinch.

“Lambkins?” The person snorted. “Who knew VILE had a mascot?”

She was suddenly faced with a decision: allow herself to be made fun of on orientation day, of all things, or fight back.

Well, she never was one to back down.

Without a second to give room for hesitation, she grabbed the shirt collar of the person that had just laughed and yanked on it, hard, pulling their head back so that she could stare them down, ignoring the startled yelp they let out as she did so. It was a brunet male, his expression strewn with surprise. She bit back the urge to shake the wits out of him and instead managed a forced smile.

“The name’s Black Sheep,” she gritted out. “Only my friends call me lambkins.” Her grip on his collar tightened, giving it a slight tug. “Do you understand? Nod if you understand.”

He nodded hurriedly. “Uh-huh.”

Reluctantly, she released him, and didn’t hear another peep from him for the rest of the orientation. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the last of him that she saw. After orientation, students were directed to their respective dorms, with a handful of people in each one.

Black Sheep was the first one to arrive and settle into her dorm room (aside from that freaky quiet kid), only having to move a few maps and the set of Russian nesting dolls from her room to feel homely. She looked around the area and eventually decided on a bed by a window, so she could look out into the island, but still close by the doorway so she could watch as her new roommates filed in.

The first two that entered followed each other closely; a tall, lean man and his friend, who was much shorter and broader in comparison.

“Jean Paul,” the tall man said, nodding at her in greeting.

“And I’m Antonio,” the shorter man added.

Black Sheep smiled at them both. They seemed friendly enough.

Trailing behind them was a platinum blond woman. For a moment, Black Sheep’s mind flashed to Zicron and how she didn’t see him at orientation, but pushed the thought away, instead watching as said blond woman brushed her hair back and barely spared Black Sheep a glance as she entered. “I’m Sheena,” the woman said, sounding bored. Black Sheep already didn’t like her, but didn’t have very long to stew in hatred because the next person that came in was the brunet from earlier. Black Sheep’s eyes narrowed at him, and when his gaze met hers, he managed a sheepish smile.

“You,” she scowled, standing up. He glanced off to the side, rubbing his neck.

“Er… Black Sheep, right?” He asked, a hint of an accent in his voice. It didn’t take her long to identify it as Australian. “The name’s Graham.” He extended a hand out for her to shake. “Sorry about earlier.”

Black Sheep quirked a brow, scanning his face for any sign of deception. When she found none, she accepted his offer and gave his hand a firm shake. “Nice to meet you, Graham,” she said carefully. As much as she would’ve liked to acknowledge his apology, she wasn’t quite sure she was ready to let go of it yet.

Graham seemed to pick up on what she was thinking and a look of faint guilt appeared on his face. He started to say something else, but the shrill voice of one of her new roommates cut through it.

“These your toys, little girl?” Sheena had wandered over to Black Sheep’s bed without her noticing, and she took the opportunity to poke at the Russian nesting dolls sitting by the windowsill.

Immediately, Black Sheep scowled. “Hands off,” she warned as she walked over to her with brisk strides.

Sheena laughed and moved to stand in front of the nesting dolls. “Ooh, protective, are you?” She sneered. “I wonder what you’re keeping in these dolls. I guess I could find out.” Her hand inched closer to the dolls. Red filled Black Sheep’s vision, and she dove at Sheena, trying to get in a punch or two when Graham suddenly grabbed her, locking his arms underneath her.

“Whoa!” He shouted. “Let’s play nice, ladies.” He dragged Black Sheep away from Sheena, though not without some difficulties since she wouldn’t stop flailing.

“Taking sides with the little girl, Graham?” Sheena shot him an unimpressed look.

Graham only rolled his eyes. “What’d Black Sheep even do to you? Just don’t touch people’s things without permission.”

Sheena looked offended by the scolding, but only managed to let out a splutter before turning on her heel and sauntering off. “Probably cheap costume jewelry, anyways,” she muttered. Graham chuckled before helping Black Sheep back up to her feet.

“You okay?” He asked, glancing at her. She looked at him, surprised, before managing a small smile and nod.

“Yeah,” she said, looking down at the floor. That went better than she had expected it to. Usually, her shuffles ended up with her winning, but just barely, and with a heap of injuries to go along with it. “Thanks.“

He grinned. “No problem.”

Black Sheep was already making friends—and enemies.

The next day, classes started.

Black Sheep got up earlier than everyone else, with the exception of Graham, who was playing chess with himself on the coffee table in the dormitory. She hadn’t been able to sleep very well last night, but woke up feeling more energized than ever, practically bouncing with excitement. This was it—what she had been waiting for, all her life. She had even gotten new clothes, commemorating her officially becoming a student. It was a sleek black stealth suit, with VILE’s signature green V in the front.

“You’re really raring to go, aren’t you, Black Sheep?” Graham smiled at her from where he sat cross-legged on the floor. He, too, was dressed in new clothes: a dark blue jacket, over a black shirt. “You’ve been up for the past hour or so, just sitting there grinning.”

“Honestly? I can’t wait.” She managed a sheepish smile. As much as she didn’t want to come across as overeager (and remind a certain someone how “immature” she was) she couldn’t exactly hide it. Besides, Graham probably wouldn’t judge her. “How’re you so calm?”

“Trade secret.” He grinned before gesturing to the chess board he had set up. “Wanna play a round?”

Black Sheep glanced at it. “Sure, but no promises that I won’t win.” She took a seat across from him. “I’ve played chess with Coach Brunt a million times.”

“Fond of her, are you?” He hummed. “Well, I’m sorry to say that I am definitively better at chess than Coach Brunt is. Prepare to lose.” He paused. “You sure you want black? You can take white if you want.”

She shot him a look. “White is fine. I’ll destroy you either way.”

“Hey, hey, the match hasn’t even started yet. Let’s remain civil for just one more second.” His grin widened. “But game on.”

“I can’t believe you won!” Black Sheep groaned as she clutched her head. “I was so sure…”

Graham shrugged, hiding his smile. “What can I say? I play a lot of chess.”

“Ugh, unfair.” She punched his arm jokingly. “Whatever. At least it’s time for classes now.” He nodded, following her out of the dormitory.

“So, what’s your story, Graham?” Black Sheep glanced at her new classmate as they walked side-by-side down a corridor, heading to their first class: Stealth 101, with Shadowsan. She was trying to distract herself from the thought of having to take a class with the faculty member that hated her, all year long. That, and she knew the halls of V.I.L.E. academy much better than Graham did, so she thought she could spare him some time.

Graham grinned at her, folding his arms behind his neck. “I worked as a junior electrician in the Sydney opera house,” he began.

“Australia! I knew it.” She fist-pumped, making him chuckle. “Have you ever seen a koala there? Or sharks? Or, ooh, Ayers Rock?”

He cast her an amused glance. “I’ll, uh, get back to you on that,” he grinned. “Anyways, one day, a light went out. I realized I could make a far better living turning off the lights than I could keeping them on.”

Her brows rose, secretly impressed. “Cool. So now you’re here, huh?”

“Yeah. What about you, Black Sheep?”

Black Sheep looked down at the floor, thinking. “I was found as a baby on the side of a road in Bueno Aires, Argentina,” she said. “VILE’s faculty took me in and their own and raised me here, on the island. Being a professional thief is what my entire life has been leading up to.”

“Dedicated, huh? Respectable.” He nodded. “Growing up with a tropical paradise as a home must’ve been nice.”

“I guess.” She sometimes forgot that, to others, the isle of VILE was desirable. She couldn’t see it. It was empty and lonely; cold and stark, and her supposed family was too busy to ever spend time with her. “I’m just glad that VILE academy is a thing. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have met you, or anyone else.” She smiled up at him, and he gave her an easy smile in return.

“I agree,” Graham said. “VILE’s more welcoming than the real world, anyways. When you grow up alone, it’s hard to make others part of your life. VILE helps people like us have a home.”

Her smile widened. “Exactly.” They walked for a little longer before she added, “are you really going to go by Graham while you’re here?”

He looked at her curiously. “I mean, I wasn’t planning to go by anything else. Why?”

Black Sheep made a face. “I just…” she shrugged. “It’s not very cool, you know. Or threatening.”

“What would you suggest, then, Miss Genius?”

She rolled her eyes, smiling. “Gray,” she said pointedly. “I think that’s much better than Graham, at least until you get your code name.”

He considered that, brows rising. “That’s not bad,” he admitted. “Alright, then. Gray it is, courtesy of you.” He paused, and a grin touched his lips. “Still not better than lambkins, though.”

She laughed. “As it should.”

They eventually came to a stop in front of the doors to Shadowsan’s classroom. The two exchanged a glance before Gray gestured politely for her to go first, pushing the door open for her.

She grinned. “Thanks,” she whispered as they walked inside. Gray winked, trailing closely behind her.

The room was decorated minimally, with thin, transparent, Japanese-styled windows—which, Black Sheep knew were known as shoji—concealing the room, and a large bonsai plant growing from a pot in the corner. Straw mats were placed on the wooden floor, one for each student. She and Gray took a seat near the front, next to each other.

When Shadowsan strolled to the front of the classroom and looked her way, she met his gaze, refusing to back down. She wasn’t going to let him bully her into submission. She knew her worth.

Once all of the students filed in and settled down, Shadowsan sat down, crossing his legs, and held up a square piece of paper for the class to see. “Origami is the Japanese art of paper folding,” he said. In a flurry of motions, the simple sheet of paper was transformed into an elegant swan. “There is no better way to practice having the delicate touch of a thief than origami.”

Black Sheep and Gray exchanged an unimpressed glance, which quickly turned into matching expressions of dismay when they were handed some paper and were told to fold them into animals.

Despite Shadowsan watching her like a hawk, she actually was able to enjoy the activity. She made sure that each fold was neat and precise, and eventually ended up with an impressive unicorn. She held it up, admiring how cleanly done it was. For her first time, it was actually pretty good.

Shadowsan walked around the room, examining different creations. When he complimented the sheep Tigress had made, she raised up her unicorn, hoping he’d admit that she had done well, but he barely cast her a glance before strolling away, arms folded behind his back. Black Sheep’s brows drew together and she grumbled to herself, though Gray patting her shoulder comfortingly helped soothe her.

Once they were done, they showed each other what they had made.

“Nice rhino.” Gray squinted at her unicorn. She laughed.

“Hello? It’s a unicorn?” She waved it in his face, making him arch a brow.

“Unicorns aren’t real, you know,” he said. “Shadowsan said to make an animal.”

Black Sheep snorted. “Unicorns are fictional animals. Still an animal. And what’s yours supposed even to be?” She gave his creation an odd glance. It was scrunched up and creased all over, to the point it was indiscernible. “An… amoeba?” She joked.

This time, Gray was the one giving her an odd glance. “No, it’s a kangaroo.”

She gave the supposed kangaroo a few more looks. “Oh…” she said slowly. “I… see it now. I think.”

Gray sighed, setting his disfigured kangaroo off to the side. “Well, origami may not be my calling, but at least I gave it a shot.”

“Eh… yeah, honestly, you tried your best.” She gave him a fist bump. “Not too shabby for a pair of first-timers.”

“No kidding.” He grinned. “I didn’t come here to learn origami, but at least I can cross it off my bucket list now.” His eyes wandered around the classroom, eventually landing on a sword kept in a glass case in the front of the classroom. “Crikey! Look at that sword. It’s huge.”

She followed his gaze. “Geez, yeah. Kinda seems like overkill,” she mumbled. “I mean, I’m a thief. I don’t know why I’d need to lug around a gigantic sword like that.”

“Heh. Think Instructor Shadowsan ever uses it?” He raised a brow. “No, right? He probably cleans it three times a day.”

“Sounds like him,” she said. “Hopefully, in our next class we can actually do something exciting.”

Just as she said that, she felt a shadow loom over her, the silence suffocating. She froze, a chill crawling up her spine.

“My class is not entertaining enough for you, is it, Black Sheep?” Shadowsan glared down at her, and all she could do was manage a sheepish smile.

“I—I’m sorry, Instructor Shadowsan, I was just saying that because I expected—“

“It does not matter what you expect,” he interrupted. “Regardless of it, you should be grateful. I am sorry I could not live to your expectations, Black Sheep. Perhaps you could teach yourself some discipline helping Vlad and Boris scrub down the academy walls. Does that sound enjoyable?”

Her eyes widened. “N…no, Instructor.”

“Then do not let me catch you being so disrespectful again.” He turned his back to her, and the class started to snicker quietly, the loudest of all being Sheena.

Black Sheep’s face flushed with shame, and she looked down at her lap, biting her lip. This… wasn’t how she wanted her first class to go.

Far from it.

a/n:

is black sheep suffering rn? yeah! do i care? ehh…

more importantly, we finally have gray’s introduction !! i don’t ship black sheep n gray (they give bro n sis) but stay w me y’all 😔 lmk ur thoughts :)

#carmen sandeigo 2019 #carmen sandiego #graham calloway #gray calloway #carmen sandeigo netflix #carmen x gray #graham crackle #red crackle #redcrackle #oc x canon #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #writerscommunity #creative writing

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of-stars-and-chaos · 1 year ago

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Lamb

Pairing: KIng Loki (Old Loki) x fem!reader

Summary: Life in your village is boring and predictable for the most part, until one day when you stumble across a stranger near the lake. Horny shenanigans ensue.

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, smut, dub-con, oral sex (female and male receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, biting, rough sex, overstimulation, teasing, horn kink?, voice kink, implied large age gap, reader is implied to be over 18 tho, King Loki is creepy and has some nasty vibes just beware unless you're into that, but he's also kinda funny, King Loki also has a hair reveal in this

A/N: This really is just self indulgent thirsting over crusty old Loki from the AoA comics, idk what else to say... please leave a like, reblog and comment if you also love morally dubious old men in viking gimp suits. I hope I'm not the only one who simps over this old hag. (this is the first fic I've shared over from my AO3 yay!)

“Who are you?” You asked. Quite frightened by the man before you; he appeared very tall and thin, yet lean and well muscled, and he wore strange green leathery clothes and a golden helmet with large curved horns.

He was kneeled down near the bank of the river, and at your arrival and voice, his face turned, his eyes darting up to you; they were a striking green, rimmed with dark makeup. And he was old in the face, far older than his body appeared to imply. He sized you up quickly, from your loose long hair to the slightly tattered frills of your dress. His thin lips curled a little.

“No one of consequence, not to you, my dear.” He said. His voice was refined, like someone of nobility, it was deep and gravelly from age. He gave one more sweeping glance of the river before sighing and standing up.

You stepped backwards.

The man turned to you, tilting his head. “Are you going to run away? Call upon your village men to come and deal with me?”

You swallowed. “I… No.” You were not sure why, there was just something about him that made you curious… he did not seem dangerous, just very strange. Something drew you to him, and you wanted to find out what and why.

You could see his clothing better now that he stood. The dark green fabric was tight to his body, outlining his muscles and collarbones. He had a sash around his waist, as well as decorative golden hoops hanging from his narrow hips. Around his shoulders was a thick furred pelt that hung to his mid back and made his frame appear broader than it was.

“But I’m an outsider. A dangerous spying stranger.” He said theatrically, wiggling his long, bony fingers for effect.

You frowned, trying to cover up your smile. “No. I won’t say anything.”

A grin stretched on his gaunt face. “Oh, you are a sweet little lamb, aren’t you?” His gaze drifted to your basket. “What are you doing out this far? It’s dangerous to wander past the borders of the village, you know. You never know what kind of monsters are about.”

“I’m foraging. Who are you?”

He smiled wider. He took a careful step towards you, making you tense a little.

“Would it be a little too alarming to tell you I’m a god?”

“A little.”

“Well, I can’t avoid that unfortunately. You can call me Loki.”

“Loki.” You echoed. “Why do you dress like this, wear those?” You gestured to his helmet.

Loki scoffed as he got within arms reach of you. He was very tall. You barely made it up to the height of his shoulders. “What a rude thing to say. I expected better from polite little village girls.”

“I have never seen anyone like you before.” You said defensively. You held your basket a little closer in front of yourself. “And I am a woman, not a girl.”

“Oh, well pardon me.” Loki said, mocking you. “Tell me,” He tilted his head at you again, the gesture made his great horns move through the air in a way that had you staring more at them than his actual face. “Why haven’t you run? You can’t be that desperate for male attention, now, lambkin.”

You flushed and averted your eyes from the rude old man- god- whatever he was.

“Oh.” He chuckled darkly. “I was joking, you know. And I thought you were the innocent type, but morally dubious old men do it for you, hm?”

“Please.” You didn’t want him to taunt you. “Leave me alone.”

“Oh, but you don’t really want me to do that. Do you?”

You took a deep breath, looking around. You paced a bit in the long grass, walking as if to go back to your village, then circling back to him. You hated to admit that he was attractive- in more ways than just physical appearance. His attitude was so full of swagger and confidence, his garb and means of being here were mysterious and so unusual… and you, unfortunately, were never very strong when it came to the temptation of the unknown. Your curiosity had gotten you into trouble in the past, but that had never seemed to stop you. Thinking with your pussy hadn’t gotten you into bad trouble yet, but there was a first time for everything.

You pouted a little as you looked him up and down again. Loki could only watch you with plain amusement in his deeply hooded, dark rimmed eyes; eyes so sharp and cunning they almost scared you.

“I like your horns.” You finally said.

“Oh, I bet you do. All the chicks dig the horns.” He smirked and decided to walk around you. “I’m getting tired of being here. Would you like to follow me to someplace more interesting?”

You gulped, unsure of what he meant, and what to do.

“Come now, darling lamb, I wouldn’t dream of hurting such a pretty thing.” He grinned as he walked past you, his strides long and his pace fast and swift. It was obvious he had a destination in mind.

Your curiosity- of course it was purely your curiosity and not the eagerness in your lower gut and the fluttering in your chest- got the better of you.

“You remind me of The Horned God.” You said as you meekly followed behind him, trying your hardest to keep up with his long legs.

He peered at you from over his shoulder. “Now, where did you hear of that?”

“I shouldn’t say.” You realised, biting your lip.

“Dear, dear.” He tutted. “Hearing things you shouldn’t, hey? You seem to want to get yourself in all sorts of trouble. Following me definitely counts as trouble,” Loki turned suddenly, making you come to a halted stop before you collided with his chest. He looked down at you with unabashed hunger and playfulness. “It’s been a long time since a mortal found the courage to approach me, and under such base, primal circumstances at that. It’s really adorable.”

He extended his long fingered hand to your face, stroking down your cheek to rest under your chin, tilting it up to him as he examined your features. “You must be truly desperate,” He leaned in until you could smell his leathery scent. “Needy, pathetic little thing.”

You blushed hotly, breathing with your mouth parted. Caught like a stunned animal. “Y-you won’t hurt me? Will you?”

He laughed at you, patting your cheek rather harshly. “Sweet lambkin, don’t worry your pretty little head.”

Loki turned and continued as quickly as he had stopped, leading you to what appeared to be a cave, but upon entering through the leafy doorway you realised it was a huge tree. The vast space underneath the canopy of thick branches was akin to the inside of a large tent.

You could see that he had been staying here temporarily; there was a smouldering fire as well as a few bags of supplies lying around.

Loki leaned against the trunk of the tree in the centre, arms crossed as he continued to look you over. “There are few who can accept their carnal desires. And fewer that can openly express them around strangers.”

“I’m not-...” You started, then stubbornly looked at the ground.

“Oohoh, yes you are. You are so very shy about it, but don’t play coy with me, girl, I’ve been around long enough to know how the song and dance goes.” He raised a humoured brow. “But it’s certainly been a while. I’m glad I haven’t lost my touch in the art of seducing mortals, especially the ones who know they shouldn’t want me.” He gestured with his long, gloved fingers for you to come closer.

You felt your feet move towards him despite your common sense telling you to flee. Things in the air had changed, and you finally felt some true fear of him. His eyes were no longer cunning- they were predatory.

You ended up in front of him, looking up at his old, handsome, sharp face.

“I take it you’re new to this.” Loki observed. “You seem eager, yet unpractised. Unsure.”

You nodded quietly, in awe and fear of him at the same time.

His lip curled. He stepped forward, starting to prowl around you as he spoke. “So small and timid… and so pretty… I bet many of the village men have their sights set on you? Can’t wait to turn you into their little wife, fill you with their babies and start a little family.”

You blushed hotter if that was possible, trying to look away from him as he circled around to your left, but he pulled your face back to look at you. He grinned, harshly grabbing your jaw, making his fingers dig into the flesh of your cheeks.

“Too bad for them, really. I’m going to ruin you first. Now get on your knees.”

He released his grip and you sank to your knees, placing your hands on his muscled thighs. You waited patiently.

“So obedient and submissive.” Loki cooed in praise as he began to remove the sash and belts from his waist, once out of the way he unlaced the reasonably tented crotch of his suit. “They’re there for a reason, by the way.” He offered, his dark rimmed eyes dropping to the golden metal hoops that hung at each of his hips.

You gulped again, feeling more naïve for not noticing his perverse accessories. You took a hold of the cold metal with trembling hands, watching silently as he pulled out his impressive cock. He tilted his head as he lazily stroked his length, watching you eye this new part of him with trepidation. “Don’t worry darling, it’s not that complicated. You just suck it and avoid biting.”

And without much more warning or instruction he pushed it past your open lips, making you take him in your mouth. You pulled and gripped onto the golden hoops as you tried to suck and lick, pulling back a little when he got close to the back of your throat- which was quickly due to the long length of him.

He took a fistful of your hair in his hand once you found a steady rhythm, you were drooling as you took his cock, wanting to please him, hollowing your cheeks around him, licking the underside of the shaft and sucking like you were dying of hunger. All the while the heat at the centre of your thighs grew, spiking with desire at all the sudden stimulation.

“What a good girl you are,” Loki said, an extra growl to his voice. “It’s like you’ve done this before.”

You frowned and pulled yourself off his cock. “I’ve been told how it is done, I just haven’-.”

“Now, now, no need to be snappish.” He sneered before pushing your head forward, back onto him. He let out a breathy grunt at the pleasurable feeling of your attentive mouth. “Apparently you’re more of a would-be-whore than I assumed.” He cracked a grin again as he looked down at you. “I just needed to break you in, hmm?”

He continued to smile nastily down at you, as you frowned and glared at his words, taking his cock as best as you could. Soon your mouth was getting sore, wetness from your saliva beginning to drip down your thighs, mixing with an entirely different wetness. You whined around his hot hard length, wanting it somewhere other than your mouth.

As soon as you did so he gripped your hair tighter and pulled you off his cock, a string of saliva connecting it before breaking and dripping down, you whined again at the sight.

“What a horny little mess you are…” He purred. “Looks like you need some attention now, lamb?”

You could only nod, humming in acknowledgment as you started to unlace your dress. Before you could even get a good start on doing so however, he lowered himself to his knees and more or less tackled you to the ground, lowering your shoulders to the grass and dipping down to hurriedly lift up the layers of your dress and bury his head between your legs, pushing your thighs apart with his long hands. He didn’t even quip a smartass comment about your lack of undergarments, instead going in to broadly and unashamedly lick and suck at your slit and clit, alternating between the two rapidly and appearing to indulge in the act in a way that made you moan out in absolute shock and pleasure, gripping the horns on his helmet and angling your head out of their way.

The way he used his mouth was unlike anything you had ever imagined, and it wasn’t very long at all until you were reeling, your moans taking on a higher, alarmed pitch and wobbling in defeat as you came. Arching and twitching violently, Loki held your thighs firmly apart despite your muscles wanting to clench and close as you shuddered.

The first thing you could understand after that crashing orgasm was the pull of his horns as he lifted his head from between your legs, making you release them from your shaky, vice-like grip.

Loki chuckled breathily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he rose to look you in the face, which you were frankly a little too embarrassed to do. He sat back on his knees with all the swagger of someone who still had a raging hard-on, and looked you over appreciatively while taking off his helmet- which you almost objected to, considering it was honestly a turn-on, and also because you were worried about what he’d look like under it. But to your pleasant surprise he removed the helmet and head-cap to reveal locks of dark ebony hair, long and gorgeous despite the subtle streaks of grey, and the slightly greasy look. The hair framed his gaunt, sharp face in a way that made you possibly more attracted to him than before. His body was already so tall and tight and muscled, this was almost too much. The fact that this old man could have so many desirable features to him made your core clench and throb with fresh want.

You desperately fumbled with your dress again, ripping and shedding it from your body as you whined at him with glazed over eyes.

“Do you want something, lambkin?”

“I want you inside me, please, please, please-” You whimpered. Your need currently overshadowing your embarrassment at how pathetic you sounded.

He chuckled deeply, grabbing your thighs and pulling them up around his waist as he lowered himself to you, his hair soon curtaining around your faces. He nudged your slick entrance with the tip of his cock for longer than you thought was necessary, teasing you by sliding in a little only to pull back out and slide over your slit.

You whined in a high pitch, needy tone, hoping he would give in and take pity on you already. He was teasing you too much and he knew it. You barely knew what was even happening anymore, it was all so overwhelming. “Don’t you think it’s wrong?” He purred. “An old, nasty thing like me, fucking such a young pretty thing like you?”

“I don’t c-care.” You whimpered in desperation.

Loki exhaled a short laugh before he pushed inside and let your tight body adjust to his size. You gasped and whined in hurt and want, your body not entirely sure how it wanted to react to the intrusion.

He let out a hum of pleasure at the feeling of your tightness wrapped around him, before cooing at you smugly. “Poor little thing, I bet it hurts? Doesn’t it?” He emphasised his words by pushing further in, at your limits.

You let out a quiet, strained yelp. “Y-yes.”

He looked at you with hazy eyes, starting to slowly rock his hips. The stretch was indeed painful, but the feeling of his cock stroking the tender, sensitive flesh of your insides and reaching further than you believed anything could go; it was euphoric. And you found that you could hardly focus on anything other than the sensation. Loki started to pick up the pace of his thrusts just before he adjusted his grip on your legs, bending and pushing them down until your knees were at your shoulders. He dipped his face down so he could drag his tongue up the length of your neck, only to drag his teeth back down, biting playfully at the join of your neck and shoulder. As he did this his hips slowed, his thrusts deeper, straining into places that made you yelp and cry out. You could practically feel him in your stomach.

Loki’s voice was like gravel as he chuckled at your reactions, pushing in again and again at the same spot, watching you and feeling you. “How does it feel to have your guts rearranged by my cock?” His voice rasped at your ear. “I bet it burns, doesn’t it? It kindles a fire in you, you’re not going to last much longer, lamb…” His dexterous fingers slipped from one of your legs, down to your clit, teasing it with soft touches.

You whined desperately and squirmed underneath him, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your breathing. “Yes… please!…”

He grinned before removing himself from you completely, whipping his hair out of his face as he stood. “Get up, lamb.”

“No!- Why?” You whined in confusion, aching for a release that had been ruined. Your body felt heavy and sore due to his rough handling.

“If you want my cock back in you, you’ll get up and do as I say.”

At that you stumbled awkwardly to your feet. You realised that you were completely naked and he was still wearing more or less everything you’d found him in, apart from the helmet and belt sash. You frowned at him in annoyance.

“Good girl.” He purred. Stepping around you again like a stalking predator, then without warning, picked you up by the thighs, making you straddle his hips. You held onto the furs at his shoulders for dear life, feeling his muscled body flush against your own and his erection against your ass.

He nuzzled into your neck as he held you, his mouth licking and biting, enveloping you with his hair once again. The combined sensations were utterly intoxicating, and you fell at his mercy again willingly. He slowly walked to the tree, pressing your back up to the wide, tall trunk.

You wanted to kiss his mouth, but at the moment that thought manifested in your mind he moved one hand from your thigh to pull at your hair, yanking your head to one side and giving him full access to your neck. In response to the lack of support you linked your legs around him securely, digging your heels into his lower back.

You tried to angle your head back towards him, looking pointedly from his eyes to his mouth, breath panting out of your lips.

Loki crooned with heavily lidded eyes. “Such a desperate mess of a thing for me, aren’t you, darling?” He laughs deeply at you again, trailing his little love bites along your jaw, muttering into your skin. “But you haven’t earned heartfelt kissing just yet.” He moved to bite your neck again and add to the blooming marks as he devoured you with his needy, messy, strong, base lust.

His hand left your hair to reposition himself at your wet, slippery slit. Sheathing his hard cock back inside and causing you to gasp and moan. He felt so big inside you, and the change in position had him rubbing up against places that made you keen and roll your own hips to meet his thrusts. You felt close again, on the edge as your clit was stimulated by your bodies every time your hips met, adding the much needed friction. If you were honest with yourself, you believed that he could make you cum by his growly, deep voice and cock alone if it ever came to that, it felt so incredibly good that you almost didn’t want it to stop. The friction mixed with the new demanding, rough, claiming bites sent you into your second orgasm. Shuddering and clenching around his length as he had to slow a little at your tightness, a groan sounded low in his throat at the feeling, making you whine and clutch at his shoulders tightly as you rode through your climax.

Loki didn’t stop however, continuing his fast, desperate pace as soon as your muscles relaxed enough to allow it. It made you truly wonder how long he could last. His breathing was ragged, his eyes filled with a manic gleam as he looked down his sharp nose to you.

You were continuously whimpering due to your sensitivity as he kept going, sometimes pushing in deep and holding there before restarting the fast more shallow pace.

“Do you like how I feel inside of you? Do you think a simple man could make you feel the same way?” He leaned down to mouth and kiss at the top of your breast, trailing up from it back to your neck.

“I… No!” You managed out. Desperate for him to just finish, willing to say anything in order to please him.

“Of course not.” He snarled, his mouth just under your ear. “I am a god. And you belong to me. Now why don’t you be a good little lamb and cum again for me?” He growled against your ear, his free hand grasped and squeezed your breast, the pace of his thrusts becoming erratic.

You keened, at first unsure but then swelling with the building tension of another release as he intentionally rammed his cock into your sweet spots. You arched against him, your body pulsing and wracked with spasms as you cried his name in repeated praise.

That did it for him. You heard a deep groan of abandon just as you felt his teeth sink into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He thrust his big cock deep inside of your tight constricting pussy as he came, spilling his warm liquid into your depths. You felt every spurt and each pulsation as you were intimately connected.

Part of you wanted to scream at him, and the other part was too sated and tingling with pleasure to care.

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