#and there’s these flower shaped cushions I got for us to sit on on the picnic blanket

[ghostickle]

I’ve never gotten to spend Valentine’s Day with someone last time I even did anything for it was the little boxes in elementary school that everyone goes around putting little treats in each others boxes and I might be a little bit insane

[kysslasher]

KINKTOBER DAY 9:: mirrors— Ichigo kurosaki

WARNING:: mirror sex, marking, scratching, manhandling, praise/degradation ooc!ichigo(?)

SUMMARY:: after a day of shopping you decide to try on a few new outfits and a bit of lingerie you bought.

The sound of your doorknob twisting and keys jiggling you look up from your phone as you lay on the couch, after hours of straining his body Suna just simply knows he couldn't wait to come home to you.

He was a bit frustrated, work was feeling more like a chore, and the more trainings that took place the less ichigo got to see you. The sound of his shoes thumping at the 'welcome' mat and his keys being set in the key dish.

A small sigh emitted from his lips, walking further into your home ichigo found you lying stomach down on the couch but your head turned in curiosity of his arrival.

"Hey, how was training? You look tired" you say, turning over on your side to make room on the cushions for the man. "It was a fine practice but I'm stressed is all" he groaned sitting down on the end of the couch where your feet rested.

"What happened?" You ask, completely shifting your attention towards your boyfriend. "It's like, everytime we're training they want harder lessons and less time for us to have breaks. On top of that our schedules are so damn packed I barely get to see you" he sighs the utter frustration in the puff of air coming past his lips makes your chest hurt.

sitting up completely you crawl over to his end, straddle him, tainting his view of the TV "I'm here now, just do what you want to do while I am " you look him in his eyes with no hint of restraint in your eyes that comes with the statement.

Completely disregarding his tired state he rubs your thighs humming at the idea. Your hands wrapped around his neck you brush your nose against his, his large palms now gripping at your plush thighs, a bulge growing in his pants at the thought of doing what he wants with you.

Pulling at the hem of your shorts you lift your hips high enough until they are far down enough to kick them off your legs. Waiting until ichigo could strip himself of his pants as well you rid your shirt leaving you in nothing but your underwear and bra. You settle back down into his lap comfortably.

Your hips began to slowly grind into his thigh making you suck in a deep breath, ichigo closing whatever partial distance could be between the both of you, your lips clashing together tracing the others slowly pulling away as you both murmured words of pleasure.

you rocked your hips over his, feeling his erection grow with your actions. He let out a moan as he buried his face in your neck, the two of you now needily rutting against each other.

Letting out a small groan the fabric of your pants sent stimulation straight down to your core, ichigo grabbed at your hips, his nails dug into them as he pushed you down harder resulting in a small moan coming from your lips.

You felt dizzy at all the stimulation. "You really like this don't you?" He asked,pressing hot kisses into the skin of your neck. You almost whine in embarrassment but choke them down. Nodding your head ichigo gets a boyish grin to take over his lips "I bet you do" he says as his lips kiss a trail down from the corner lips to your neck.

You feel his warm tongue lick a stripe on your throat making your whimper "Ichigo-" his lips attach themselves onto your neck harshly sucking and licking the spot leaving a small red mark that would surely bruise over by the next day in the shape of blooming flowers.

Your fingers gently grasp at the hair on the back of his neck driving the orange haired man mad under you. Guiding your hips at a faster pace you could only imagine the build-up of your orgasm pooling in your underwear seeping through.

The small wet watch of precum becomes larger as your panties make friction soaking his underwear as well. The outline of his cock rubbing against your clit makes your head spin and you couldn't help but moan and grind harder against him.

"You feel so good" you whimper hearing the sticky sounds of your slick thighs rubbing together, it was messy yet the both of you were too eager chasing some form of an orgasm to care what kind of mess you make.

You look down at ichigo whose head was thrown back while he lets out the deepest groans of pleasure. His hands guiding your hips against his at a faster pace makes you choke out louder moans.

Opening his eyes at the sound of your raspy moans at the sight of you with messy hair and mascara running down your cheeks, "you looked too good" you whisper, placing one of your hands down on his lower abdomen as you feel ichigo bucked his hips into you faster.

The feeling of the fabric running against your pussy slightly burned but it felt too good to care. "Feels so good" he grumbled as the pressure began to build. The both of you chasing your orgasms he pushes your panties to the side rubbing your bare pussy against the fabric of his boxers at a fast pace that makes you whine.

You gasp feeling yourself being sent over the edge, ichigo begins to slow down but you only shake your head as you anticipate him reaching his peak. "Please keep going, I want you to cum" you moan as your nails drag against his skin leaving behind a trail of red marks.

Your needy words make his eyes roll back as he pushes your hips down, he ruts into you as he moans shamelessly. You huffed for air from your red kiss swollen lips, your head was tossed back in ecstasy, the feeling of his thighs getting you off made everything feel so much better.

The small knot in the bottom of your stomach snapping at the final buck of your hips, letting out a gasp you place a hand on Ichigo’s chest hoping he would stop pushing and pulling your hips but the small moans coming from your lips only egged him on.

Your hips twitch at overstimulation you chant his name "please- fuck" you groan as you feel your orgasm washing over you in waves yet again. "Please? I thought you were my stress reliever and you can't even grind against me without complaining" he at your form all tired out on his lap.

He didn't care.

Lifting your left thigh off of him he gently pushed you off of his lap. "You're my relief for the night, hm?" He says in less of a questioning tone and more of a matter-of-fact statement yet regardless you find yourself nodding.

Ichigo, giving you no time or space, turned you around giving him the perfect view of everything. Pushing the small of your back down as you arch your back on all fours, your chest pushed against the fabric of the couch you were met with the mirror perched up in the corner of your living room, the view of your bare body.

Heat practically traveling to your face in record time, you could see ichigo looking down at your ass, his hand rubbing gentle circles making you close your eyes, a sharp sting on your ass making your eyes shoot open as you felt his hand leave a harsh smack on your skin.

And another. Your body feeding into the pain, you could only moan at the satisfaction of his palm meeting the bare skin of your ass. "Does that feel good?" he said as you felt the harsh wet pad of his thumb rub against your aching pussy. "Yes" you whimper as you're letting out harsh huffs of air from your throat.

You clench around nothing begging for him to actually fuck you without saying a word. ichigou his knees to spread your legs more, his hand at the base of his cock that's painfully hard, rubbing it against your entrance, your hips shake at the sudden feeling making the both of you hiss.

Pushing himself inside you, you felt full to the brim like he could split you open, his hips slowly fucking into you. "Please" you beg and for what exactly? You didn't know. "You feel so fucking good" he groaned as one of his hands gripped at your ass.

The sound of skin on skin reverberated through the room, your moans are unceremoniously loud and cannot be helped, "fuck ichigo" you feel the harsh snap of his hips as he gave you no time to get used to be stuffed full of his cock.

Your arms reach back as you let out a whine wishing his brutal pace would slow down, only for him to grab both of your forearms as he pulled you in harder, "fuck" he said letting out guttural moans.

Your hips shake and you moan at every snap of his hips, the sound of your sopping wet hole makes you even more embarrassed yet you couldn't get enough. "You wanna cum?" He asked his moans getting caught in his throat yet you only nod.

"Yes- please let me cum" you beg, as his hips relentlessly snap into a spot that made your mind go completely blank, "right there" you groan making him hum "yeah? Right here?" He says as he pushes you down completely his legs caging you in, your hands grip at the cushion of the couch wanting to Barry your face and hide your loud moans.

His tip plunging in and out of you at the same spot, gasping as you feel the familiar tightening in the pit of your stomach completely release and tighten around him, his hips twitch and his thrusts become sloppy, he was close and you could tell as he fucked you through your high.

"I'm cumming" he slurred, you bite your lips holding in a loud groan as his hands press your hips down against his pelvis as he finishes inside you filling you with the warm feeling of his cum. Catching his breath he pulls out and watches his cum drip on the fabric, too high off of his own orgasm to care his thumb comes in contact with your slit rubbing his cum against your clit you hiss in sensitivity letting your thighs snap shut.

You hadn't let the embarrassment of your eyes burning into your own reflection as you got fucked sink in completely as you let the soft comfort of the couch slightly whisk you away into sleep.

[crissiebaby]

Push Me, Mommy

DISCLAIMER: This story contains ageplay, gentle femdom, diaper usage, masturbation/diaper sex,  breastfeeding, and other ABDL themes! I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Silenas

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Digging a finger between the elastic of his soft pink, cotton socks and his delicate ankle, Sammy quickly slid off one sock and then the other before sneaking his little toesies over the rim of the stroller. He chortled as the mellow, early evening air whizzed between his stretching piggies, cooling them down after a long day out and about. From shopping at the mall and eating in a fancy café to the Mommy-Little potty class he attended weekly, the diaper-clad Little had been on a tirade of fun all afternoon. If it hadn’t been for the stroller, he would’ve been resigned to returning home after his exciting day out completely pooped. Thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about how exhausted he was while under the diligent care of his Mommy.

“Uh oh! I see someone’s widdwe grippers poking out,” said Jade in a sing-songy voice from behind the oversized stroller��s telescoping handlebar, immediately causing Sammy to yank his feet downward. She giggled, adoring the silly antics of her precious Little. Unlike her easily exhausted baby boy, she was nowhere near tired as demonstrated by the peppy bounce in her step. Whatever equivalent of Little Space existed for Bigs, she was feeling it in full force, “You got a good hold on that pencil holder, sweetie?”

Nodding his head enthusiastically with a small, clay pot in his hands, Sammy responded, “Uh huh! Ish extwa safe!” he said, snickering merrily as he held his handiwork close to the chest of his overalls with pastel-colored patches scattered across the infantile, denim outfit. Painted sky blue with red and yellow flowers circling the pencil holder’s circumference, Sammy’s handmade cup was practically indistinguishable from one a toddler would craft, making him love it all the more.

All of a sudden, Sammy felt the wheels of the stroller come to a full stop, prompting him to peek over the side of his carriage. His eyes instantly widened with anticipation as he spotted an empty park playground. Usually, he had to suppress his unending desire to play in public spaces. However, given that the sun was low and the park was empty as far as the eye could see, this was the perfect opportunity to indulge his need for Little Space activity. 

“We’ve got a little time before we need to head home and get dinner started. Wanna play for a few minutes?” said Jade, already knowing Sammy’s answer before she asked. Sure enough, her subby bundle of joy was practically attempting to leap out of the stroller as he craned his head over the canopy and nodded vehemently. Sadly, it was his own fatigue that did him in. She watched empathetically as Sammy’s jelly legs crumbled beneath his weight, sending him crashing into the spongy cushions that lined the stroller’s bassinet, “Oh dear, that tired huh?”

Folding his arms with a mighty pout taking shape in the center of his face, Sammy gazed at the playground longingly. Had he known jungle gym playtime was on the table for today, he would’ve used his energy more sparingly. “Ish no faiw! I wansa pway, Mommy!” he whined with an unmistakable lisp.

Gazing amongst the playground’s offerings, Jade searched for a way for her baby to play in the park whilst remaining stationary. The solution to her problem presented itself in the form of a four-seater swing set: three of which were normal swings that anyone of any age could sit on with a baby swing filling in the fourth slot. For a brief moment, she considered the possibility of plopping Sammy’s tushy inside the waste-guarded baby swing. The mental image was almost too tempting. Tragically, the thought of her baby boy getting stuck in the swing, while admittedly hilarious, would be far less funny if she was forced to call for help. Why ruin the day with a mean-spirited prank when some soothing swing-time would surely bring an equal amount of blush to Sammy’s face? “Hey Sammy-cakes, I think I see a swing over there with your name on it,” she said, pointing toward the row of dangling seats.

Within seconds, Sammy’s somber expression made a complete 180-degree turn. Holding up grabby hands, he exclaimed, “Uh huhs! I wansa swing weawwy high!” His excitement doubled as Jade lifted the clay pot from his hands before lifting him out of the stroller. He was so lucky to have such a tall and athletic Mommy.

The chains of swing jingled and jangled as his pampered rear settled into place atop the black, flexible strip of canvas. It was a delightful sound that compelled Sammy to clap and Jade’s heart to sore. Their Little-Big synergy had been maxed out.

“Push me! Push me!” chanted Sammy, kicking his legs gleefully as he anticipated his initial launch. That anticipation would increase by a gazillion times once Jade’s hands planted themselves on his hips and pulled him backward. The butterflies whizzing throughout his tummy reacted in kind, ramping up their fluttering to astronomical speeds. He was so excited that his body unconsciously expelled several spurts of urine into his diaper; a product of his existence as a perma-diapered dork.

Extending the swing up and back as far as her strength permitted, Jade heaved Sammy forward with all her might, propelling her baby boy through the air at a pleasing pace. “Don’t forget to move your leg, my honey baby,” she said, tossing in Sammy’s favorite embarrassing pet name for good measure.

Sammy minded his Mommy’s wishes dutifully, extending his feet outward at the peek of his arc. He then used his momentum to throw his legs back as the swing crashed back to Earth, returning him to Jade’s loving embrace. A second push immediately followed, repeating his jubilant ascent. It was safe to say his Little Space levels were off the charts.

Likewise, Jade’s Big heart swelled with love for her darling Little. Allowing Sammy to be his silly, diaper-soiling self was more important to her than life itself. He was her everything, and she was his. “Is that high enough, Honey Baby Sammy?” she asked, coyly snickering as her hands collided with the crinkly surface of a diaper. It was a kink, they shared after all.

“Uh-huhs!” shouted Sammy, his voice filled with unabashed glee as gravity ushered him back toward his Mommy at a pleasant speed. He and his Mommy continued to play the day away with the sun slowly lowering itself on the horizon as if every push from Jade propelled the Earth to rotate. Waggling his legs with no regard for how silly he looked, he never wanted their playtime to end.

*GRUUUUUUUUMBLE!*

Sadly, all good things must come to an end, which was a lesson Sammy’s rumbly belly was more than happy to remind him of. “I-I hungy, Mommy,” he said bashfully as a line of blush from earlier resurfaced. A grumpy tum meant only one thing: feeding time. The front of his diaper began to wiggle and pulse as Jade slowed his swinging to a stop.

“Alrighty, take Mommy’s hand, sweetie,” said Jade, extending her hand to Sammy and waiting for him to accept it. Her smile expanded rapidly as he sheepishly reached out and wrapped his entire hand around her fingertips. Leading her baby boy by the arm, she escorted them to a nearby park bench and took a seat near the edge to give him as much room as possible. Her hand patted the space next to her sensually, “Lie down, baby.”

Sammy’s butt sank into his squelchy padding as he obeyed Mommy’s command, alerting him to how much he had used his diaper while swinging. Overwhelmed by a tantalizing combination of love and lust, he quickly threw his head down onto Jade’s lap, burying the crimson hues adorning his cheeks.

“Aww! What a shy little slice of pie you’re being! Are you excited to nom on Mommy’s boobies?” teased Jade, relishing in the way Sammy mashed his face into her thighs harder out of sheer embarrassment and squeed at the top of his lungs. She could easily turn him into a babbling mess with a few more comments like that but she didn’t want Sammy to end up non-verbal for the rest of the night. Instead, she shifted her attention to unclipping the front of her maternity bra in preparation for Sammy’s feeding. After months of using a breast pump daily, her melons had swollen to nearly double their original size, providing her with all the nutrition a growing baby could ever need. Placing a hand under Sammy’s head as she spun him face up, she lowered the front of her loose-fitted top, revealing a tit equal to the size of her Little’s head.

Sammy’s eyes widened in unison with his mouth, feeling spoiled rotten as his lips were guided to Mommy’s taut nipple. His tongue swirled around Jade’s areola, tasting the first few drops of her sweet, warm milk. Those drops soon transitioned into a trickle before becoming an all-out stream of murky, white fluid, with Sammy trapped beneath the weight of her bountiful bosom and forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful. Not that he was complaining one bit. He’d happily suckle on Jade’s mommy milkers for the rest of time if that’s what she wanted.

Meanwhile, Sammy’s cock raged on the inside of his pillowy diaper, begging for the gentle caress that only a Mommy could provide. He feebly thrust his hips, bouncing his butt up and down without any control. Gobbled up by a void of pleasure, his arms fell limp to his sides and his eyes rolled back as he felt Jade’s hand bless the front of his diaper with its presence. 

Jade soothingly scratched the back of Sammy’s hair while her other hand mooshed into his squishy diaper front, surrounding him with comfort on all sides. “That’s my happy baby,” she said, gathering as much diaper fluff as she could around the base of Sammy’s crotch before sliding her fingers around the outline of his shaft, “My happy, horny widdwe baby.”

Quaking didn’t begin to describe the way Sammy’s body blissfully twitched and convulsed. Interred within the logical recesses of his brain, he could tell an orgasm was near even if his conscious mind had all but gone silent. His muffled moans echoed out across the darkening sky as he continued to fill his stomach to the point it began to pooch out the tummy flap of his overalls.

Jade could sense that Sammy was close to climaxing due to the increasing suction around her nipple. Growing sore and not wanting to leave her mammaries lopsided, she knew a change-up was in order. “Time to switch, my honey baby,” she said, unlatching Sammy from her right breast and shifting him to her left without missing a beat. With part two of his feeding underway, she picked up the pace of her diaper fondling to ensure he squirted before his meal was complete.

“Abababa!”

“I know, sweetheart. We’re almost home.”

Suddenly, a pair of unfamiliar, tired-sounding voices pulled Jade’s focus away from Sammy and toward the park’s walking path. Seconds later, a young Daddy and his adorable Little rounded a section of trees. He had her hoisted upon his back, her aching feet dangling at his sides. Behind her, a brown, bulging nappy sagged far below the hemline of her skirt, earning a nose chuckle from Jade. Fortunately, the Daddy looked completely unphased, likely the product of his impressive physique.

The Daddy and Jade made eye contact with each other as he and his baby girl passed by, nodding to each other in solidarity. He shot a pining glance at her stroller momentarily, which didn’t go unnoticed. “Bought it second-hand on eBay. I highly recommend,” she said, receiving a snicker and a meek thumbs-up from the perspiring papa.

“MMMMMM!” wailed Sammy, yanking Jade’s eyes southward. In the midst of advising the Daddy on how to buy a premium stroller without breaking the bank, she’d absentmindedly edged Sammy past the point of no return. Milk dribbled down his chin as he erupted with ecstasy, gushing countless globs of cum into his beloved padding. His sucking ceased as his quivering body steadily calmed down. 

Raising her hand from Sammy’s diaper, Jade resumed running her nails along his scalp, though at a considerably slower pace. Aftercare was now the name of the game. “Did you have fun, Sammy?” she asked, giggling as his bobbing head bobbled her boobs. As her gaze drifted off toward the fading sunset, she sighed with an abundance of contentment. It had been a wonderful day, which made what she said next a tad bittersweet, “It’s time to head home, honey baby.” With his head resting against her, she hugged his upper half tightly. Soon, they would be welcomed by the coziness of their house but for a few moments longer, they got to enjoy the final fleeting seconds of daylight. Until tomorrow, Mr. Sun.

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*RIIIIP!*

Unsticking the last of the four tabs, Jade promptly patted the square of tape down on the diaper’s landing pad. “Ah! There we go. Much better,” she said, wiggling her hips atop the changing table and indulging in her favorite part about being diapered: the symphony of crinkling. Straining her peripheral vision in Sammy’s direction, she arched her back in a seductive manner as she sat up, “Like what you see?”

Sitting criss-cross applesauce in a fresh, nighttime diaper with his hands gripping his ankles, Sammy eagerly affirmed Jade’s question, “Uh huhs! Chus weawwy, weawwy pwetty!” His grabby hands made a pleasing reappearance, illustrating his desperation to be held inside her arms. Mommy never looked sexier to him than when she was padded.

“Hehe! You’re too sweet, honey baby,” she cooed, leaping off the changing table and adjusting the hem of her diaper. She may have been a full-time Mommy but the diaper lover in her needed to be pacified as well. Luckily, she had the best baby boy in the world who didn’t think of her as any less Big to him whether she was nappied or not, “So, Sammy-baby, do you want to be the big spoon or the little spoon tonight?”

Shuffling his feet exuberantly beneath the covers, this was perhaps Sammy’s favorite question. “Big spoon!” he said, holding his arms open wide, both for emphasis and in preparation for his Mommy’s arrival.

Jade flicked off the light switch, leaving only the soft glow of a crescent moon nightlight to guide her toward Sammy and a very comfy-looking crib. Slipping into bed, her simpering lips curled inward as she allowed herself to be cuddled into her baby’s chest. She scooted her butt back until it too was pressing into Sammy’s form, biting her lip as she felt him stiffen as though their playtime at the park hadn’t occurred. “Nite nite, Sammy,” she said, nestling her head into the crux of his arm.

“Ninis, Mommy,” replied Sammy, squeezing and snuggling Jade as the pair of padded lovers settled into place for a good night's sleep.

THE END.

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[edens-serigala]

sanji & his mother headcanons that i bullied @jinx13gxa2 with last night

sanji collects jewellery that he thinks his mother would like and wear

blue was her favourite colour, so he collects blue gemstone earrings, and blue sea glass items, and he keeps them in a wooden jewellery box with a painted sunset on the lid

there's a pin cushion inside that's shaped like a cloud that keeps the earrings, and hooks to try and prevent tangling in necklaces and bracelets and anklets

the box sits in his locker, mostly unused, until one day sanji bites the metaphorical bullet and asks chopper or zoro or law to pierce his ears

he doesn't wear a set every day, only does so when he's missing her, because it's easier to grieve when there's something tangible that he can hold and remember her by

the earrings really bring out his blue eyes, and nami and robin compliment him every time he wears a set

he tends not to wear necklaces, bracelets or especially anklets, for fear that they'll break in battle or get in the way when he's cooking, but he's never been massive on jewellery, the added weight is just nice to feel on days where he needs that grounding

during or at the end of the whole cake island incident, reiju snuck sanji an old photo of him and his mother that sora used to keep in her hospital room. this one:

at first, sanji planned to keep it in the jewellery box with the rest of his memorial to her, but it never stayed in there for long

he'd often take it out and put it on a shelf in the kitchen so he could look at it throughout the day, whilst he's cooking, and eventually, that became its permanent home

when sanji first got the photo, the crew would often watch as sanji would... stop and just smile at it. hold it close and trace her face.

the crew can't help sanji with this particular issue, he won't let them. even if a lot of them know the specific pain of losing their own mothers, sanji doesn't want them near the issue

but he loves, and they love him right back

there's a collective promise between the straw hats and sora that they'll take care of sanji and be proud of him for her, that she doesn't need to worry about sanji being alone anymore

sanji asks usopp if he'd be able to draw and re-create the photo so he'd have backups in the event that the original was damaged or lost

usopp is nervous about the idea, worries that it won't be good enough, but sanji asks him anyway. (and every copy that usopp makes becomes just as precious to sanji as the original, because where the original connects him to his mother, all the copies additionally connect him to his crewmate, and they make him happy)

there are a couple non-jewellery pieces that are kept in sanji's box, one of which being a glass sculpture of a sprig of bluebell, made from frosted blue and green glass

it's one of sanji's favourite pieces, and sometimes he'll take it out, as well, and set it next to his mother's photo for the day. bluebells were always her favourite flower

part 1: sanji & his birthday

[twoidiotwriters1]

Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Besties when I tell you I'd KILL for Leo Valdez -Danny Words: 2,269 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Don't You Dare' -by Kaden MacKay

XVII. Never Been More Offended by Something I 100% Agree With

Ara wakes with a start and discovers Nico's jacket is gone, but she's got her Tyrian cloak back, freshly washed jeans, a new camp t-shirt, and brand-new black Converse. Her hair feels clean and smells like honey, and she's no longer tired or cold.

She's sitting outside a café with the others. It's the early morning of the winter solstice, and everyone looks like they're attending wildly different events. 

"Mother!" Piper gasps.

"What? Fight who? Where?" Hedge sits up straight and Ara has a hard time not looking at him. This is not the vibrant she meant when talking about colors.

"Falling!" Leo yelps. "No—not falling. Where are we?"

Jason blurts out another question. "What are you wearing?"

Piper pulls out her dagger to look at her reflection. "It's nothing. It's my—It's nothing." 

"What's that?" This is the first time Ara sees Piper's weapon. "Who gave you that?"

Piper frowns. "Annabeth. It was in Athena's shed."

Ara wants to snatch the dagger out of her sister's grip and throw it away in an abrupt wave of jealousy, and she feels extremely confused by it. "Is that Katoptris?"

"Er... you know it?"

"Of course I know it," Ara scoffs. "Who doesn't know about Helen and Paris? Mom was their biggest fan."

"Aphrodite strikes again, huh? You two gonna be the best-dressed warriors in town, beauty queens."

"Hey, Leo," Jason replies. "You look at yourself recently?"

"What... oh."

Ara looks at the boy, and she... hates it. Thank the gods! Those clothes make him look put together, but Ara likes him more when he's messy and huggable. Huggable. Ara cringes at her own opinions.

"God, Leo, I think my dad wore that to his last premiere, minus the tool belt."

"Hey, shut up!"

"I think he looks good," Hedge hums. "'Course, I look better."

"Well," Jason sighs, "at least your mom overlooked me."

Ara and Piper share a look but say nothing. Ara seizes her cloak, and when she pulls it forward she realizes there is an embroidered image on it. "What the..." She turns. "Piper, what's on my back?"

"A huge Omega in the middle... top left I see Hermes' staff, top right has a dove, and a little to the side there is a crescent moon..."

"My blessings," Ara recognizes. "Cool!"

"How did we get here?" Piper puts Katopris back in its sheath.

"Oh, that would be Mellie," Hedge beams. "Those winds shot us halfway across the country, I'd guess. We would've been smashed flat on impact, but Mellie's last gift—a nice soft breeze—cushioned our fall."

"And she got fired for us," Leo pouts. "Man, we suck."

"Ah, she'll be fine. Besides, she couldn't help herself. I've got that effect on nymphs. I'll send her a message when we're through with this quest and help her figure something out. That is one aura I could settle down with and raise a herd of baby goats." 

"I can't believe I'm saying this," Ara looks at him with an aggravated expression. "But please, stop sharing your feelings."

Piper snorts. "Anyone else want coffee?"

"Coffee!" Hedge says happily. "I love coffee!"

"Um, but—money? Our packs?" Jason looks around.

Ara peeks under her chair and finds her T-Rex bag in one piece. She fishes it out, completely restored with the exception of a heart-shaped eyepatch covering its right socket. "Thank you, Mom!"

Piper pulls out a stash of money and a potion from the pockets of her jacket. Leo lets out an exclamation. "Allowance? Girls, your mom rocks!"

"Waitress!" Hedge calls, picking up a flower and nibbling on it. "Six double espressos, and whatever these guys want. Put it on the girl's tab."

After a while, Leo takes out the drawing from one of his pockets and looks at it with a scowl. Piper notices. "What is that?"

"Nothing. You don't want to see my kindergarten artwork," he folds it again.

"It's more than that. Aeolus said it was the key to our success," Jason mentions. 

"Not today. He was talking about... later."

"How can you be sure?" Piper frowns.

"Trust me. Now—what's our game plan?"

"Climb the mountain," Hedge lists. "Kill everything except Piper's dad. Leave." 

"Thank you, General Eisenhower," Jason mutters.

"Hey, I'm just saying!"

"Wait wait wait," Ara sits up straight. "I'm exhausted."

Leo scoffs. "Take a nap?"

"No, I mean, our situation can't continue like this," Ara replies. "Demigods are all liars by nature��and yeah, technically you're not lying, Jason," she gives him a look. "But we can't keep hiding things from each other, otherwise we'll lose."

"You want us to hold hands, share our thoughts while the solstice dies along with Piper's dad?" Leo frowns.

"Wow, such a nice way to put it," Piper kicks his foot.

"No. What I'm saying is... I'll be your friend. A real one, but you have to be honest. I can't help if you aren't," Ara looks at Leo intently. "Understood?"

Jason is the first to agree. "You got my word, Ara. As soon as I get my memories back, I'll tell you everything. I think you're right, whatever's after us, it wants us to feel like we can't trust each other."

Leo continues to avoid her gaze, pretty much on purpose. Piper decides to speak. "Well, there's more you need to know... about... a dream I just had."

Ara knows it is perfect timing after she listens to Piper's dream. It's time to share her theory. "Mother Earth's the answer. This is spelling out her name."

"Gaea?" Leo raises a brow. "Isn't she supposed to have, like, flowers in her hair and birds singing around her and deer and rabbits doing her laundry."

"Leo, that's Snow White," Piper replies sternly.

"Okay, but—"

"Listen, cupcake—the girls are telling us some serious stuff, here. Gaea's no softie. I'm not even sure I could take her."

"Really?" Leo asks half mockingly.

"This earth lady—she and her old man the sky were nasty customers."

"Ouranos," Piper says.

"Right. So Ouranos, he's not the best dad. He throws their first kids, the Cyclopes, into Tartarus. That makes Gaea mad, but she bides her time. Then they have another set of kids—the twelve Titans—and Gaea is afraid they'll get thrown into prison too. So she goes up to her son Kronos—"

"The big bad dude," Leo turns to Ara. "The one you and your friends fought last summer."

"Yeah. Well, Mother Nature talked him into cutting up his father. Aphrodite was born from Ouranos' blood, you know? That means we're tough," Ara brushes it aside. "Anyway—It didn't take much convincing, all she did was take off his leash."

"Definitely not Snow White," Piper shivers.

"Gaea is so old and powerful, so huge, that it's hard for her to be fully conscious. Most of the time, she sleeps, and that's the way we like her—snoring." Hedge adds.

"But she talked to me," Leo frowns. "How can she be asleep?"

"Because godly sleep is not the same as ours," Ara explains. "It's like autopilot. Leaves the basics on, and makes sure nature works as it's supposed to. Bet that leaves her with enough energy to make an eight-year-old have a manic episode."

"But believe us," Hedge warns them. "You don't want to see her fully awake."

"But she's getting more powerful," Piper guesses. "She's causing the giants to rise. And if their king comes back—this guy Porphyrion—" 

"He'll raise an army to destroy the gods," Jason concludes. "Starting with Hera. It'll be another war. And Gaea will wake up fully."

"Which is why it's a good idea for us to stay off the ground as much as possible," Hedge concludes.

"So... climbing a mountain," Leo grimaces. "That would be bad."

Ara hugs her T-Rex. "The more a demigod knows, the more dangerous it gets, but you need to know now, to get ready."

Her words don't do much to encourage the others. Jason makes a face. "You mean all we've been through so far it's been what, a warm-up?"

Ara's expression doesn't change as she replies. "Basically. The dragons and the Cyclops were higher up on the ranking, but they're easy to defeat if you have the proper tools, which we had. A king giant, though, that'll take all of our wits... and power."

"Guys, I can't ask you to do this," Piper says miserably. "This is too dangerous."

"You kidding?" Hedge grins. "Who's ready to beat stuff up?" 

"I'm ready to beat you up if you don't calm down," Ara leaves her seat. "All with due respect, of course."

The satyr smiles. "Same ol' Ara, always looking for a fight."

Ara snorts. "Been a while since I did that, Hedge..."

It isn't enough that Percy and Annabeth are the most thick-headed lovebirds in the world, this is also the year Drew decides to start torturing me.

I have just gotten to camp after almost dying in the orientation tour of Percy's new school—and you may ask: "Ara, why were you there? You're thirteen!" I'm a month away from turning thirteen, mind you, and I'm no longer allowed to be alone. 

At school I eat with Percy, I can't go to parties where he's not invited, and I can't take him cause most of my classmates are scared of him, all because he thinks Nico will send monsters to kill me.

Anyway, once at arrive at camp, Lily grabs my hand and drags me toward the cabins. "You saw our new sword instructor?"

"Yeah, he has a huge dog!"

"He's good. We should ask him for extra lessons," Lily says, straight to business.

Connor approaches, he's holding a pair of pliers and I don't wanna know what they're for. "Birdy! Saw you coming down from the hill. All good?"

"We almost got killed by lady vampires."

"The usual, then. Hi, Lily," he fidgets with the pliers. "Having a good day?"

Lily squeezes my hand and pulls me along. "Yup! I'm taking Ara to her cabin, see you!"

I look at her with confusion. "What was that?"

"Shup ut."

"Di immortalis! You got a new crush?" I absorb the whirlwind of feelings coming from her.

"Shut up!" Her ears are red now. "Don't use your powers on me!"

"Why are you blushing?"

"I'm mad at him."

I giggle. "He's too cute to stand?"

"He says that if I go into the labyrinth he'll stop talking to me..."

My smile vanishes. "What labyrinth?"

"Don't worry about that," Lily glances at me. "We got cabin inspections and I won't have you last on the list, you need to train so we can knock some sense back into Nico."

I look down, still embarrassed about the mistake I made last winter. "I'm sorry I put you in a tough spot..."

"You were my friend first, he must understand..." I don't know if she's talking about Nico or Hades.

Piper and Hedge go to pay for the food and Jason goes to look for a taxi, which leaves Ara and Leo waiting on the sidewalk. The silence engulfs them, but it doesn't matter how weird things are between them, it's still not awkward.

"Is it true?" He asks. "That you're always fighting people?"

Ara blushes, trying not to think about how she almost fought Drew before leaving for this quest. "That was a long time ago."

Leo raises a brow. "So Coach was telling the truth? About you blowing up things and attempting murder?"

"I mean, it wasn't quite like that..."

"Then it's also true what Thalia said, that you look after everyone no matter what," he sighs and turns to face her. "I've been... well, I don't even know, but I think I hurt you."

"Really?" Ara stares at him. "When, exactly?"

"You know, when we..." Leo gestures vaguely between them. "That."

"Yeah, I figured," Ara doesn't want to say it, saying it means it's real, and when things are real, they're easier to ruin. "You know why Jason and I are getting along?" She asks, knowing that's been bothering him. "He's trying to understand himself."

Leo shrugs, not meeting her gaze. "I know who I am."

Ara raises a brow. "Then tell me why is Gaea so afraid of you?"

"She's not afraid of me," he snorts. "Didn't you hear Coach? She's the final boss—"

"And yet she went after you first, years ago," she insists. "You're a threat to her but you don't see it, you don't know who you are."

"Alright, Mufasa—who am I, if you've got me figured out?" He asks with annoyance.

"I didn't say that, that's exactly the damn problem," Ara frowns. "I'm not trying to make you feel bad here, it's my job to help you—"

"I don't want to be another deadweight on your back—"

Ara stomps her foot in frustration. "Guess what? That's the point! You're part of a puzzle, and I'm meant to put it together, but you keep squirming out of reach—"

Leo steps forward. Ara steps back and his expression hardens. "And that is my point! You're afraid of me!"

"W-What?"

"You flinch like I'm going to set you on fire—"

"That's not—I'm not—" Ara's blushing bad. "Maybe I wouldn't do that if you didn't stand so close to my face!"

"Just admit you don't trust me!"

"I trust you with my life!" She takes a step forward and snatches the porkpie hat from his head. "The things you think make you a deadweight... I know them for what they are. I haven't scratched the surface of your talents, but I help others find their place, and I'm not giving up on you yet."

"Sorry for the delay! Hedge had like seven expressos so he had to fight his inner demons in the bathroom..." Piper stops. "Er—is this a bad time?"

Ara glances at her. "No," she looks back at Leo and pats his cheek. "We've reached an understanding. Right, Valdez?"

"Hundred percent," he says hoarsely.

Jason comes back with a taxi. Leo's silly hat gets handed to Hedge before Ara enters the vehicle. "All yours, coach."

The satyr tries to take a bite, but Leo snatches the hat out of his grip, hugging it tightly against his chest. He scowls at Piper, who's grinning at him. "What?"

She pushes him toward the taxi. "Nothing, Romeo. Just get in the car."

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"Pet", fiction in 4 parts - Part 2

Part 1 can be found here

When Kira came out of the shower-room, dressed in a deeply green sheath that set the gold and copper in her eyes aflame, Taun had to swallow his heart back down into his chest in order to continue setting up the dinner he'd prepared for her. His heart leaped again when he heard her small gasp of astonishment, and he held out a cup of mid-grade liquor he'd prepared for when she appeared. Her eyes, wide and beautifully expressive, took in the sight of various roots, talks, leaves and seeds arranged on plain steel plates and garnished with the few flowers he could spare, and rose to his with amazement as she took the drink. “Did you...?”

“Ah, yeah...” He had to control his eyes, trying not to focus too hard on the shape of her body under that clingy green fabric. “Is it too much?”

“It's...” Kira searched for the word. “It's incredible – you grew all this?”

Taun nodded. “Mm-hmm, I've gutted and refitted this ship and turned it into a mobile farm, basically. It keeps my food cost down and passes the time.” He didn't mention the secure rooms where he grew hallucinogenic herbs, fungus and algae just yet – he'd tell her about that particular income stream later.

“I haven't had fruit in probably six or seven years,” Kira breathed, staring greedily at a small cluster of bright yellow berries. “I don't even know what half of it is.” Her eyes sparkled, though, and she looked hungry enough to demolish it all. Taun wondered if she'd ever look at him in the same way. Don't get ahead of yourself. Instead, he invited her to sit on the mat he'd laid out on the floor – his only table was currently holding up a pallet of seedlings in the greenhouse. He watched her kneel, green fabric rippling around her legs as she reached for a cushion to sit on. Settling in, Kira took a drink and raised her eyes to the ceiling in bliss. “Oh my god... Don't tell me you do this all the time?”

Taun shook his head, grinning and lowering himself to sit. “I wish. I'll be honest, if you decide to stay we'll be eating leftovers for a while, then it'll be mostly protein bars and greens.” Taun found himself hoping she would stay.

“Sounds like paradise.” Kira took another sip and set her cup down. “It's still better than the colony, did you hear the part where I said I haven't had fruit in years?”

“I did. I don't always have fruit, either – the plants need to rest between crops, but I keep plenty of preserved stuff on hand. You won't go hungry unless something really bad happens, and even then it'll be a while before I run out.”

“Good to know. Can I...?” Kira gestured towards the food.

“Help yourself, I did this for you.”

She smiled. “Trying to win me over?”

Taun shrugged. “It gets lonely and cold out there, and my setup gets bigger every year, I could use the extra hands.”

“So it's not just about sex, then?” Kira picked an arrangement of fresh fruit and prepared vegetables, selecting pieces carefully. Taun paid attention to the pieces she picked and how quickly – they would be things she was familiar with or appealed the most to her. “When I read the notice, I kind of got the impression that being a pet is more like an arranged marriage than anything else.”

“It can mean a lot of things, depending on who's making the rules. That's what this is for, a chance to talk it over and see if we're looking for the same thing or if we can compromise. What led you to respond, if I may ask? It's... not common for humans to be interested in these things.”

“Can I be honest?” She popped a piece of fruit in her mouth, her tongue pink.

“I'd prefer it.”

Kira took a moment to chew before she answered. “I'm over thirty, I'm not married, and I don't want kids. These colonies tend to be on the conservative side, so if you're at least two of those things people start asking a lot of questions and getting into your business. There aren't many single women out here, so the guys can get annoying real fast – and pushy.”

Taun had to willfully settle his hackles. Already the thought of other men harassing this beautiful, obviously intelligent and amazingly bold woman had him feeling... fighty. Still, she was choosing a relationship that largely centered around sex over settling down, raising a family, being among her own people... “From what I understand, Rock 22 isn't a popular colony.”

“Nope, it's a mining colony, so the work is hard and supplies are expensive. And it's just a rock, there's nothing nice to look at or anywhere to go where you can forget what it's like being underground.” Kira raised her eyes again, this time to the profusion of greenery around and above. Some of the vines had become enmeshed with the wiring, and trails of leaves wound around the support frames Taun had left intact when he cut out bulkheads. Suddenly her eyes widened. “Is that a flower?”

Taun looked where she stared. In one of the supporting beams, in a hole he'd stuffed with moss and growing medium, a tiny white and yellow blossom had begun to unfold like a hand revealing a tiny, precious jewel. He smiled. “Drassian teaflower, one of my favorites. It just started doing that today.”

“All by itself?” Kira shot him a teasing glance, “I figured with you trying to make a good impression and all that...”

“Hey now, if you know how to make flowers bloom on command I may not let you leave.” Taun caught the flash of a grin. “It's just luck, and patience. And a lot more trial-and-error than I care to admit.”

“Isn't that everything?” Kira pulled her attention back from the plants and redirected it between him and the food. Despite not having fruit for years she ate with controlled but obviously sincere pleasure. Taun hoped she approached more than food in the same manner. He was more than content to just watch her, let her enjoy the meal uninterrupted while he enjoyed the view. The dress, probably home-made from whatever material she could scavenge or barter for, hugged her body from chest to hips before widening slightly, and the body under it was no disappointment – already he was imagining what she would feel like against his hands, his pelt, his mouth... Obviously Kira understood what a Leagan expected from his pet, and she must have chosen this outfit to show off what she had to offer in that respect. Sitting on the floor with her legs curled to the side, her hips and thighs strained the green cloth and Taun thought he could see the outline of a little roll in the crease between them. He bit his cheek in anticipation. “So, what about you? How does a guy with a mobile farm not already have a woman and a handful of kids?”

Taun scratched his head, fluffing his crest. “Like a lot of Leagans, I served time in the defense corps. Engineering, mostly. By the time I got out, most of the women were already settled and I guess I missed the window.” The immediate downcast of her eyes told him Kira knew about the fight against the Arakan, and the horrific attack on the Leagan genesis planet. “I guess you know about h'Leaga, then.”

Kira nodded soberly “News travels faster than supplies. I'm... I'm sorry, Taun.”

“Not your fault. We'll spring back in a generation or two, and I donate what I can.” Taun grinned at that. For all he knew there might be a hundred or so Leagan kids with his coloring, born from his 'donations' to gene banks over the years. He shook off the grief and had a drink. “Besides, raising children never really appealed to me either. I like doing what I do, trading and transporting and living my life. It's honest work... mostly.”

“Mostly?” That got her attention. “What does that mean?” Though she asked, a sly smile teased the corner of her mouth. Taun liked that.

“Well, I guess I should ask how you feel about... moving the occasional contraband cargo. Most of what I do is legit, but I don't see why I should pass up the opportunity to make a little extra untraceable funds now and then.”

Kira's eyes sparkled and she chuckled. “I should've guessed – you come all the way out here not because you want to provide us poor mining folk with fresh food, but because the authorities don't come out this far unless it's a big deal. You lure people in with oranges and berries, then you sell them... Let me guess, naash? Redthorn? Ayahuasca?”

“And cannabis, mushrooms, pills, all the good stuff. Not to mention poisons and rare plants for edgy collectors. Is that going to be a problem?”

“Hell no, fuck the police.” Kira grinned, giggling. “There's nothing else to do out here except work, let people have some fun.”

Taun breathed an internal sigh of relief. “Do you partake?”

“Not on the first date. Better safe than sorry, yeah?”

“No pressure. I can show you the grow-rooms if you're interested–“

“Plenty of time for that later. Right now, I'm curious about how long it's going to take before you finally crack.”

Taun blinked. “Hmm?”

Kira indicated the food. “You've barely touched anything, and the whole time I've been here you keep eating me with your eyes. Not that I mind, but it's pretty obvious you like me. And I like you, so we don't need to play games. I want off this rock, and playing pet for a guy who seems like he knows what he's doing is a hell of a lot better than rotting in a mineral mine with drunks and convicts pawing at me all the time.”

Taun blinked some more. She did seem eager to get away, but she was treading carefully. She made no unreasonable demands and seemed to accept what she was getting into. There was no legal tape, no binding contract – if things didn't pan out, he could always drop her off at another colony and start over – but for the most part she seemed willing. Her disdain for authority didn't hurt either. “What's the difference between getting pawed at by a convict and getting pawed at by me? I'm just curious.”

Kira rolled her eyes and sipped at her drink. “There's not a woman on the rock who hasn't been grabbed, rubbed on or slapped on the ass by some soggy prick who thinks he's being cute. Since I came here, though, you've been nothing but manners – I could've walked out of that shower buck-naked and you would've just stood there. I can tell already by how you act and talk that you won't do anything to me unless I say I'm good with it, and I like to think I'm a pretty good judge of character.”

Stunned, Taun could do little more than have another taste of his drink. It was true – she'd been giving him cues and openings all evening, from the moment she walked in, and he hadn't acted on any of them. She hadn't explicitly said he should, though her eyes feasted just as much as his. Hell, she'd touched him without asking, something Taun wouldn't have dared with any woman. Leagan women had claws too, and you could always tell a stupid male by the scars. “Well, you're right about a few things – I don't touch anything that doesn't belong to me, and I was raised by parents who didn't want me to lose an eye, so I'd agree with you on my character. And you don't seem to mind my odd jobs, which is good because I'm not giving those up – the money's just too good. As far as cracking goes...” He ran his eyes over her again, taking his time and making sure she saw. “Let's just say I'm made of sterner stuff.”

A slow smile spread from Kira's lips to her eyes. “The 'stuff' is what I'm interested in. I've met Leagans before, but I never had the chance to get really close to one... Do you know what a cat is?”

“Those little fluffy creatures that eat vermin? Yes, they're all the rage on some of the Leagan colonies at the moment.”

“Hmm.” She studied him for a moment, visibly working through a thought. It looked serious. “Would it be racist of me if I said you remind me of them?”

Taun laughed. Gods, I like her! She was so forthright, so clever and humorous, she cut through the bullshit and said exactly what she wanted to say, in such a way that he just couldn't be offended. “Maybe a little? But I don't mind, they're fine animals. Unless you're suggesting I eat vermin?”

“No, not at all.” Her smile returned and Kira looked relieved. “But... I kinda would like to pet you, if that's okay.”

The thrill that coursed through Taun's body was rapturous. He closed his eyes so she wouldn't see them roll back in his head, anticipatory pleasure briefly overwhelming his senses. To feel her smooth, brown fingers combing through his pelt, ruffling the coarse hairs on the back of his neck leading up to his crest, stroking his ears, chest and belly before moving lower... Taun gathered his courage and opened his eyes. “Only if I get to pet you, too.”

Part 3

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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Final Chapter: I am (spanish version)

@engportevents

Thanks for reading this story until the end! see you in the next journey! Thanks to the amazing @imdedlikeu for helping me with the translation~

As soon as they stepped onto the grounds of Lightning Wasteland, Arthur jumped off the dragon's back before it touched down. As if guessing what was going to happen, the draconic form vanished a few meters before landing, and the earth touched only the exhausted human form of Gabriel, who was left on his hands and knees in the grass.

"That was splendid, my love!" celebrated the british, coming to help him "Are you-?"

The next thing Arthur received was a hard punch, turning his face to the side.

"I'm fucking furious!" Portugal replied “We could have made a horrible mistake! Do you know what would have happened if those phases had touched us? You're supposed to know the most about these things, Kirkland!"

"First of all … OUCH!" he held his cheek with an offended gesture “And second, whether I know, it does not make me an expert. It could fail."

"You can’t just say it would have failed, not when it comes to all of our mortal children" he snapped "Are you out of your mind!?"

"Stop complaining" he made a gesture. “Nothing happened."

He walked towards the roots of the Holy Hawthorn, sitting on them. Gabriel followed him and sat next to him, letting the branches cover them of the green sun, while the petals seemed to want to bathe them with their swaying.

“Ugh!” the man snorted, annoyed. "Stop using that condescending tone with me, or I'll beat the crap out of you, Arthur Kirkland."

“Okay, okay…” He held up his hands in surrender. “Don't be mad, Gabe. Enjoy the scenery.”

Portugal frowned at him, but agreed. Both of them, naked like two Adams in an Eden, together contemplated the horizon in silence for a while, while listening to the distant sounds of the Empty Sea and the howling of the winds that came from somewhere, moving the flowers that cushioned the ground under their bare feet.

"What an anniversary, is this your big gift?" he asked suddenly, to finish purging his misgivings. Arthur closed his eyes and smiled.

"Yes, it is an opportunity."

"Opportunity? Of what?"

“Of real peace,” he began, “. Serenity. The human world conditions us, binds us, shapes us and transforms us. We grow and change with our children, and that's okay, because it's the order of things. But each century that passes, each minute that we exist, I have noticed in our brothers, our cousins, our neighbors, friends and enemies, parents and children and lovers, in everyone, that we are wearing ourselves out. That the syndrome of Les Fleur du mal is upon us, and I don't want it to knock on our door; much less, our bed.”

The Englishman turned to see him and took his hands; his voice full of soft honesty, that which he rarely showed with anyone.

“I was anxious when I woke up today with that feeling of boredom. The Baudelaire monster that Bonnefoy tormented me with, which I made fun of it when he expressed his concern few years ago,” his mouth twisted. “What will become of us, immortal beings, when we simply get bored with existing?”

"That would be... counterproductive and dangerous."

“I panicked when I woke up, and stayed locked in that bathroom, trying to redefine myself in front of the mirror; but it only got worse, and it scared me even more. I thought it was because of our anniversary, but it's me," he confessed. So I thought that on these dates, where we feel more strongly what unites us, perhaps we needed a new motivation; to remember that we shouldn’t feel tedious, because our steps together are eternal, and our curiosity too," he smiled at him. “So we can have new experiences; even if it is an inner journey towards ourselves. We are so extensive that we can spread out and do just that, do you understand?”

Portugal listened to him with an good-natured seriousness, but attentive to each intonation and pause.

“I don't understand why you didn't tell me in the human world. We could have talked about it."

“You know it's not my style, Gabe. I decided to take the most complicated path... therefore, the most spontaneous and fun. Everyone thinks I'm a bitter old man with a Kantian routine. You, Francis, Kiku and Alfred know better. The only ones on the entire planet who know me for who I am… aside from my brothers," he touched his chest "I will never stop being Peter Pan, and that solace allows me to continue to exist without destroying everything, erasing the shadow of weariness in my path. Because I still see the light and new things to discover in the future, in the hearts of my people" he caressed his hands "I don't want you to experience that feeling, and to be reminded that beyond everything, we will always have adventures to live together. Like this one"

Gabriel stared into the horizon, smoothing his hair with one hand, and sighed.

“You … are unbelievable. We almost got caught up by our phases to merge and we traveled to the Dream World in our current forms, alerting the entire planet, only to get to the point where we can never be bored together. Is that message a gift?” He looked at him, between resigned and amused.

"You can't tell me it wasn't original, right?" Emerald green eyes lit up and he raised his thick eyebrows. “Also, it's nice to stretch your paws here. Almost all of us tend to forget that every once-in-a-while we should visit this place and reset, remember who we once were, to know who we will be.’

"Can that be known, querido?" Gabriel looked at him curiously. "We do not have the gift of oracles."

"No, but it's always good to reinforce the structure," he caressed the other's legs sympathetically, he had no scars on that plain, “where you’re standing. It helps a lot when everything seems to lose meaning under pressure.”

"Speaking of pressure... I feel uncomfortable here" he looked up, the sky now red between the white thorns. “Like it's not the right thing to do."

“It’s not the correct way. I built the Lightning Wasteland to be reached only by our avatar forms,” he said carefully. “We can change freely and all can be on this ground. But the reality is that the oldest ones have always remained here, together.”

Gabriel paused for a moment, his eyes widening.

"That's why the alliance was able to exist continuously," he realized. "Because it started in the Emerald Forest, but you used your Ancient Magic and laid it apart on this plain, and these phases-”

“- Who were entwined at our wedding may remain separate from the others, and from the hardships of the Great Gray Castle. Yes,” Arthur completed with a smile. “That's partially why our kids were able to hold her despite the whole history” he held the other’s hands, " For this is what is truly immortal and permanent: the love I have for you.”

Gabriel’s eyes filled with tears that did not spill, but he smiled as he rarely did in the human world. He took the pale hands and pressed them against his chest with force.

“We may never know how our story will continue; if it ends, or is transformed. However, if there's something my Permanent Self knows, it’s that this is real. You are a part of me" Portugal smiled more ". Like those ancient words…”

"Like those ancient words" the Englishman repeated, feeling emotional as well. "I still remember them."

Both sat straight, and both recited, whispering like a secret

I am your reflection, and you are mine. This is the vow of the Old Oaths, until the White Lady leads us to the Dance of Endings.

Eu sou o seu reflexo e você é o meu. Este é o voto dos Antigos Juramentos, até que a Dama Branca nos conduza à Dança dos Finais.

With their hands entwined, their foreheads pressed together and their eyes closed, the petals that fell from the bush wrapped them in a whirlpool that stretched as they changed shape. The blue dragon appeared sitting among the roots, and next to it, a greenish tiger of colossal size, with lightning eyes and static in its paws, leaned on the great reptile's side, purring thunders. There, they both closed their eyes and leaned on each other; sleeping at different times, between eternity and a nap.

They would have time to return to the human world, celebrate with their loved ones and see once again how that eternal love was refracted in the ideas of the people of both nations. Now all that remained was to remember what was almost always forgotten: that they had molded each other forever, and that made their existence such; from the Roman province, brother of Hispania and the emerald-eyed rabbit of the Breton fields, to the largest and most powerful Empires in the West, with their eyes set on the future.

Because in the end, in a way, we are also what others see of us.

----THE END----

[lilyoffandoms]

Crimes Drabble - Trystan x Gabriel

For the @choicespride Valentine event. Kinda used the I love you but what the fuck prompt as an starting point but didn’t use the actual words. Because ain’t no way Gabriel going to admit they may be in love with Trystan.

Warnings & A/N: Swearing and hint at nsft if you squint. I just really hate Valentine’s Day and I have a partner who adores it and I just imagine these two being the same about it.

Quote edit by the lovely @aallotarenunelma

Valentine’s Day.

There are plenty of stupid holidays but Valentine’s Day takes the cake.

It’s the worst.

It’s a stupid made up holiday designed to sell overpriced greeting cards filled with overly sentimental drivel. It’s a stupid made up holiday designed to sell huge gaudy bouquets of flowers that will die within the week and require clean up after they’ve been forgotten and litter the table with their wilted petals. It’s a stupid made up holiday designed to sell chemicals disguised as heart shaped chocolate in heart shaped boxes that taste nothing like what chocolate should taste of. It is a stupid made up holiday designed to encourage restaurants into raising their prices on wine and designing special menus that cost a months worth of groceries for a quarter of a meals worth of food.

It was stupid.

They hated this day.

Gabriel was sitting on their couch with a book forgotten in their lap while stupid romantic drivel played from the music station they had pulled up. They turned off the stupid station playing stupid music and sighed. This day was stupid.

A loud, rhythmic knock at their door made them jump and they decided to ignore it.

Use the goddamn phone and send me a text if you want to reach me, they thought and snuggled deeper into the couch cushions. Anyone that knew them would have texted or called. Uncle Tommy was out on his date so it had to be someone they didn’t need to talk to.

When the knocking continued they gritted their teeth and shouted, “Go away.”

The knocking only continued with renewed vigor.

“I don’t care who you are but if you are still at the door when I get there, I will kick your ass!” they growled loudly as they slipped off the couch, taking the blanket with them.

They threw open the door, “What the hell do… you… want….” Their words came out slowly before stopping entirely as they saw Trystan standing in front of their door in a tux with an insanely huge armful of flowers, a box of chocolates that looked like it would cost this month’s rent in his arms from the best chocolatier in the state, and a bright smile on his face.

“Gabriel,” he smiled.

“What is this?” they asked confused.

“I’m wondering how you plan on kicking my ass wrapped in that blanket,” Trystan chuckled ignoring their question.

“I could,” Gabriel said and stepped back into his apartment. “A blanket wouldn’t stop me,” they finished and threw themselves back on the couch as Trystan followed them into the apartment.

“Got a hot date?” Gabriel asked.

“Yeah, in fact,” Trystan said as he set the chocolates down and walked over to the small kitchen and set the bouquet on the end table that doubled as a desk and dinner table and everything else.

“And you’re here to what? Rub it in?”

Trystan didn’t answer.

“Where you taking them?” Gabriel pouted through a moment of wishing it was them.

“Some place where they can be all judgy about the overpriced menu and the couples pretending to be in love with each other for the night,” Trystan called from deeper in the apartment.

Gabriel sat up and scowled, “What the fuck do you think you are doing? I did not say to make yourself at home.”

They got up and followed the shuffling and rummaging until they found Trystan at their closet.

“And I sure as hell didn’t give you permission to go through my closet,” they said matter of factly from their spot against the doorframe.

“Trystan, seriously? What are you doing here? I’m not in the mood for whatever this is tonight.”

Trystan found what he was looking for and tossed the garment bag on Gabriel’s bed and made his way to stand in front of them.

“I refuse to take you out on our date with you wrapped in a blanket,” he chuckled and pulled it off of them.

They stood there, close together, as Gabriel tried to form a coherent thought in their head.

“Me?” was all he managed. “I’m your…”

“Yeah, detective. You,” he smirked as he placed a quick kiss to their lips. “You’re my hot date.”

Trystan placed another quick kiss to their lips and went back to the garment bag, carefully removing the outfit.

“Clothes. Floor. Now,” Trystan commanded.

“Yeah. No.” They crossed their arms and scowled. “You won’t get me naked that easily.”

“Listen, Ruby told me how you feel about today but I’m here to change your mind. Now, these clothes,” he ran his fingers up under the hem of Gabriel’s shirt. “These clothes need to come off and those clothes,” he pointed to the suit laid out on the bed, “need to go on. And then later tonight after I’ve thoroughly swept you off your feet, I will enjoy taking my time with you. But for now, we have a reservation in twenty.”

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All Choices Tag: @storyofmychoices @peonierose @aallotarenunelma

Crimes Tag: @inlocusmads

Also tagging @choicesmonthlychallenge because part of the idea came from their To Be or Not To Be event (Not To Be: I hate this day) and I do love using your prompts for this event in unexpected ways hehe

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Week Three & Week Four

Testing the device

At this point, I don't know yet what is my intention for my device but only one idea came to it was checking where the air goes in the site. I tried to position it to different angles, sides, or even go outside to test my device.

I talked to Rafik about my device and explained what my device is. He gave me an idea of my device it could be something that is really interesting because it could go different sides, angles, and even rotating it. Another idea he gave is it could be a passage through or could be a walk path going up and filled with plants.

Rafik also gave me a bulding design which is a Brisitish Pavillion in Shanghai, China. This British Pavillion is filled with allumium tubes where it lit up the building by natural lighting during morning time and night time will lit up. Also, the pavillion was filled with different seeds.

Flowers & Plants in Wintergardens

These are the flowers & plants got me intrigue to research for and could use to my design for the site.

Plant Research

SANTAN FLOWER

This is Santan Flower called as West Indian Jasmine or Ixora coccinea. When I was a kid I used to sip the nectar of this flower and it has a sweet taste after sipping the nectar I made them as jewellery such as, ring & necklace. It usually grow in Tropical countries. Other people use it as a snack as they fry it in oil.

BLUE THROATWORT as Trachelium Caeruleum

Trachelium Caerulem, which means "Blue Throatwort is a flowering plant species in a group of Campanulaceae native to the Mediterranean countries, and it has become naturalised in a few areas of New Zealand and other parts of mainland Europe.

Blue Throatwort is growing up to 120cm (47in) tall by 30cm (12in) wide. It is also an erect perennial, a woody-based with oval leaves and dense cushions of violet-purple flowers in summer. Still, it usually turns dark blue depending on the temperate climate because this plant grows half-hardy during summer. It has a variety of flower colours, including white, red, pink, and dark purple.

Ravenscroft, D. (n.d.). Trachelium plants - Throatwort and blue lace flower growing guide. Gardeners HQ. https://www.gardenershq.com/Trachelium-Throatwort.php

Holmes, K. (2023, April 28). Gardening 101: Blue throatwort. Gardenista. https://www.gardenista.com/posts/gardening-101-blue-throatwort-trachelium-caeruleum/

PLUMES COCKSBOMB as Celosia Argentea

Part of Celosia is a "rooster" plant because its comb of flowers is an overgrown receptacle in which small flowers sit tightly. In Greek words, they call it "Kelos" which means a "burning, blazing" plant and is explained by the bright color and shape of its blooming plant. This plant has various colors, such as purple, orange, green, or multiple colors. Plumed cockscomb is a stunning miniature potted plant that can be used as a decoration for sunny balconies. Celosia Argentea can be found in some regions of Asia, Africa, and North and South America, where it grows in warm climates. This plant is widely grown as a food crop.

The exciting fact about Celosia Argentea is that it is not poisonous; humans or animals can eat it and be used as an alternative spinach with a similar taste. In South Africa, some varieties of Celosia have grown leafy greens. In Nigeria, leaves are added to stews with onions, eggplants, meat, fish, or other species.

Ansonika. (n.d.). Maziel - Handcrafted Christmas tree decoration. ARTE in casa MIA. https://www.arteincasamia.it/en/collezioni/tessitura-di-perline/angeli/maziel/

Week Four

Site Analysis and Human Interaction through the site

Climate: seasonal, sun direction - each glasshouses have their own temperature where help the plants grows. Auckland climate is constantly changing in a day which you experienced a four season.

Site is a public space (The Auckland Domain) - where people use the space as an event venue, photoshoots & exhibition.

Natural Landscapes/structures - the domain has its own vegetation where it identifies the existing trees and uses a natural stone which are earth stones; scoria.

Views - indoor & outdoor - it has multiple location view from different direction of the site.

[flowers-and-fichte]

FOUR - MAGDA

A/N: We meet a new character! I hope you enjoy her. By the way, Sophie's faceclaim is Hayley Atwell.

Warnings: as per usual, not a whole lot here

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I whip my head around at the sound of the woman's voice and pull away to examine her. She is middle-aged, probably in her thirties, with a somewhat square face, high cheekbones, dark eyes, and brown hair. She is wearing a blue overcoat, a pair of black velvet gloves, and blue heels. A white scarf is tied snugly around her neck. She appears to be in a hurry.

"You want us to..." I begin, but she interrupts me.

"Come with me, yes. We must get you out of here." Without a warning, she grabs my wrist and yanks me towards her as she hastily marches through the streets with me and Sergei in tow. I don't even ask for her name, focusing instead on the people around us, watching as this complete stranger pulled us past them. 

I eventually gain control over where I am going and let go of her hand to walk beside her, but it's nearly impossible because she's nearly running. I eventually catch up with her and whisper, "Who are you?"

She turns her head and answers quickly, "Sophie. Sophie Schmitz. But you must not make it clear that I am not related to you, yes?"

"What am I supposed to say-" I begin, but Frau Schmitz cuts me off.

"Just say that you are my children."

"Your children? But we don't look anything ali-"

"You are henceforth my children when we are in public, got it?" Her harsh tone combined with her thick German accent intimidate me slightly. 

I swallow. "Okay."

"Gut."

We weave through the crowd until we arrive at a well-kept, tan brick house next to a bakery, which in turn is sandwiched between this house and a slightly taller apartment. Frau Schmitz unlocks the rust-colored door and leads Sergei and me in before closing the door and announcing, "This will be your new home from now on until the war is over. Any questions?"

Sergei and I shake our heads. We all take off our shoes before setting foot on the hardwood floor, which creaks under our weight. In front of the door is a wooden table with a porcelain vase containing an assortment of wildflowers, and on the wall, which is painted a brick red color, is a golden-framed painting of a rather heavenly setting, filled with cherubs and a bright sky. I don't take the time to examine the work, but I can tell that it was painted by a very experienced individual. 

Frau Schmitz beckons us into the living room, which is quite large, with an enormous window taking up most of the left wall. This room is mustard-colored, with a long emerald green couch pressed up against the wall with the window, and a wooden table shaped like an oval on the floor beneath a white rug. A potted plant rests on the table, along with a stack of books. A sofa the same color as the couch, with a flower-print blanket draped over the top cushion is adjacent to the couch, and a tall wooden bookshelf is against the opposite wall. There is a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and a large record player sits on a wooden table beside the sofa. I marvel at the sight, not having seen such a grand place since my family and I were deported to Dachau. The setup of this room reminds me of how our neighbors, the Joswiaks, who were very wealthy, had every room in their home decorated like this.  

Frau Schmitz sits on the couch by the window, and Sergei and I join her. She explains, "Do not be afraid. I despise Hitler. All of his flags, his yelling, his big parades, his speeches, everything. It's nothing but garbage to me. That is why I devote my life to protecting people like you."

Before I ask her what she means by "protecting people like you" (with "you" referring to Sergei and myself), she gets up and gently taps part of the wall, which has a slight opening as though there is a secret door there. The wall opens up, and two children and a woman come out. My eyes widen at the sight. This woman had brought us here because she's hiding people in her house. People like us.

Frau Schmitz turns to face us. "There are more, don't worry." She lets out a chuckle. "I hope you don't mind sharing a home with them."

"We're going to hide in the wall?" Sergei asks nervously. Frau Schmitz shakes her head, smiling.

"No. Of course not."

"But those people are in the walls."

"That is because they want to hide there. I didn't make them. I gave them a choice."

"Where can we stay?" I ask.

"Well..." She ponders for a moment. "I have room in the attic. You can stay there, no?"

"Sure," I answer. "Is that all right, Sergei?"

The boy nods and replies, "Okay."

I look at the woman in front of me. "Thank you very much, Frau Schmitz."

"Bitte. And please, call me Sophie." 

"Right. Sophie. Of course."

And with that, Sophie leads us out of the living room.

[demonicheadcanons]

Can I get the brothers reacting to finding MCs sketchbook and it’s filled with drawings of the demon who picked it up? All of them are masterpieces and some are angsty or sad, others happy, some just them doing mundane things. When confronted, MC just says “Of course I draw you all the time, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. You’re my muse.” Thank you in advance, if it’s too complicated you can skip.

AN: This cute prompt has been sitting in my inbox for far too long. Thanks for sending this in Nonny <3 I love this idea. I tried to keep each scenario short so I could get this done quickly, as you’ve waited long enough for it. Tried is the key word here ;u;

You’re maybe already dating the boys in these? Or very close? They’re not explicitly romantic but have some affection. I also didn’t make the MC say these exact words, or even anything at all in some of these prompts, but the general feeling is still there. I hope that’s alright!

Lucifer

You left the book behind when studying together, rushing off to meet up with Mammon after you realised you were late and would hear hell for it. He notices it sometime later, too busy relishing on even the short period of time he’d gotten to spend alone with you in relative peace.

He picks it up and, curious, with no worries that you might not really want him to look through it, he flips it open to the first page. He realises what it is right away, and continues to flip through the pages until he gets to a drawing of him. Its such a perfect represention of the moment that he can recall exactly when you must’ve drawn this.

You’d come into his room to have a break from all the noise in the rest of the house, and you had laid on your stomach on his bed and worked away at something as he went through paperwork at his desk. He’d wanted to ask you, at the time, what had you so focused, but he hadn’t wanted to ruin the sight.

He continues to flip through the pages, and frowns slightly for every drawing he sees of one of his brothers, but his lips twitch up every time there’s even a simple doodle of him. He counts, unconsciously, and realises you’ve drawn him more than anyone else. Pride swells in his chest, so very familiar and not at the same time.

He hears the tapping at his door and calls out, immediately, for you to come in. He knows that knock, after all, and you’re one of the few members of the house that he wouldn’t hear coming down the corridor. He leans against the front of his desk, holding your book open in front of him, not bothering to hide the fact that he’d looked through it.

The particular sketch he’s looking at is one where you must’ve been close - you’ve detailed in every long, delicate eyelash, his hair falling in front of his face and his lips slightly parted, only the faintest frown on his face as he focuses hard on his work. He smiles as he tips the book forward, watching as your eyes are drawn to it. To his surprise, you only smile, relieved, raising a hand to your chest.

“Thank goodness, I did leave it here after all.”

You walk over and hop up onto his desk, leaning towards him as you try to see which sketch he’s looking at. He slouches a little more to make you comfortable and shows the sketch.

“You’ve drawn me a lot,” he comments.

“Of course. You’re beautiful, how could I resist?”

He presses a kiss to your temple and rests his head against yours, smiling. He doesn’t often like people commenting on his appearance - he was confident enough about it, knew how he looked, but he didn’t need to hear about it all the time. Still, from you, it didn’t hurt. Especially not if you felt inspired enough by it to draw him.

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[[Other brothers are under the read more]]

Mammon

Mammon had burst into your room and you weren’t there. Frustrated by your absence and unsure of when to expect you back, he decides to pick through your stuff. He wasn’t going to steal any of it - he’d been called out by Beel about that, before, and whilst he’d denied it at the time he knew it was true. He’d much rather steal something for you than from you.

The book is open on your desk to a page full of mindless doodles. It piques his curiosity, and he grabs it and sits down, kicking his feet up on top of your desk. It wasn’t like you were there to tell him not to, and you’d left without telling him where you were going so he was going to do whatever he wanted until you got back.

He flicks back to the start of the book, and honestly his first thoughts are about how you could easily sell these drawings for a lot of Grimm. Sketches of the Devildom, of flowers and creatures you couldn’t find in the human realm, of how the Devildom looked all lit up with the moon overhead, from the highest balcony in the RAD building. He’s in awe, mouth a faint ‘o’ shape as he continues to turn page by page.

The first drawing of him makes him freeze up. He was a model, Mammon knew he must be handsome. But he’d never felt it like he did now. In the drawing, he’s sitting on the floor, cushion in his lap as he plays some game on a controller. His expression is somewhere between frustrated and delighted, his hair fluffy and messy because he’d been running his hands through it.

He remembers - you’d been having trouble adapting to the Devildom so he stole- borrowed a console from Levi, but you were too tired to play. He played anyway, hoping that at least watching him would distract you enough, and to convince himself that he was in part doing it for him too and not to entertain some random human.

You walk in and he slams the book shut, but its too late - you’ve seen him holding it. You don’t seem mad about that, though, and instead glare at how he has his feet up on your desk. He adjusts quickly, fumbling as he tries to put on his confident act, walking over to you as he waves the sketchbook in the air.

“What’s this, then? You’ve been drawing me without asking me first?” he asks, teasing lilt falling flat in his voice. His face feels far too warm, as it often does when he’s around you.

“I couldn’t help it. You’re so pretty I just had to.” You shrug, nonchalant. You swipe the book from his hand and sit on your bed, tapping the space beside you. “How far in did you get?”

Mammon pouts as he goes to sit beside you. “Not far.” As he sits beside you, he grabs your sides and pulls you to lay down, holding the sketchbook open up in the air. He’s desperate for some attention right now, but he wanted to keep looking at your art. “Let’s look through the rest together.”

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Leviathan

Levi was flustered. You’d been spending time in his room, and he loved your presence but it took him so long to get used to it each time that you stopped in to hang out with him. You’d brought the book you always had with you, and were working away on something, laying on your stomach on the floor with a Ruri-chan plushie in one arm.

He fumbles with his controller and sighs as he misses yet another jump in the game he was trying hard to distract himself with. Every time he glances over, he wants to ask what you’re doing, why you’re here with him when you could easily do your work elsewhere or with any of his brothers, if you were really happy to just sit in his presence like this. His voice dies in his throat and his face flushes when he catches sight of you, so he never does get to ask.

He’d messed up one too many times and was starting to get frustrated when he glanced over and realised you were looking at him, too. Heat floods into his face, and his frustrations die before he can even mumble out his signature ‘this is so unfair’. You smile, going back to your work before dropping your pencil. You wiggle around until you’re sitting, cross-legged, and hold out your sketchbook.

It was a drawing. You’d been drawing, and you’d been drawing him. Levi leans closer hesitantly, wanting to get a better look at it, trying not to think about how giddy and anxious your proud smile made him feel. He works up the courage to take the book out of your hands and looks over the drawing. It takes a long time before he can say anything, too busy focusing on all the little details - how his face is scrunched up from frustration and concentration, how his headphone cord is coiled around his fingers from when he’d been playing with it and hadn’t untangled it fully, how his head was tilted to stop his hair from fully falling in front of his eyes.

“You... its really good, but, I don’t... I’m not this handsome,” he mumbles, face bright red, and he flinches when you laugh.

“You are. More-so, actually, but its hard to capture from this distance.”

Levi can’t respond, just swallows. You sigh, something fond in it, and walk on your knees until you can fall against his side, cuddling up to the Ruri-chan plushie.

“Look through the other drawings. I only draw what I find beautiful. That’s why I drew you.”

His smile is faint, but its enough. He’s hearing your words, even if they’re hard to process for him. He relaxes and flips back to the front page, ready to look at the rest of your work with you.

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Satan

Books were commonplace in his room. They were part of the furniture - quite literally, as they were piled up everywhere, even on top of his bed, although he’d made an effort to stop putting them there so long as you were spending time with him, so that you had somewhere comfortable to sit or lay whilst you were reading.

And yet, he always noticed when one was out of place, or when a new book had joined his collection without his knowing. Sometimes this happened because his brothers had found something interesting but weren’t willing to say aloud that it had reminded them of him, or that they bought it because he might enjoy it, so they’d simply popped into his room and added it to a stack. It was normal at this point.

That’s why he didn’t question it when there was a new book left on his bed, and when he didn’t hesitate to lay down and open it up, curious as to what story one of his brothers had left for him this time. Instead, he’s met with drawings. Amazing drawings of the Devildom, of his brothers... and of him.

There are notes, as well, few and far between, that allow him to place this as being your book. He knew that scrawl. He felt guilty to look through your sketchbook without your permission, but now that he’d already opened it, he was too curious to leave it be. He’d be honest about it later and deal with the consequences then, or joke about how you’d been drawing him without his permission so you were equal now.

The drawings were beautiful, more detailed that he’d seen for casual doodles left in a book without being shown to the subjects in them. He takes his time to look over each page carefully, each drawing filling his heart with something foreign, sweet and sticky like berry pie. He spends extra time focusing on each drawing of himself, wonders how and why you’d made him look so soft. It was hard for him to get portraits done as his presence could invoke anger in others and leave harsh and angry lines and brush strokes on the canvas, but clearly he didn’t have that same influence on you - instead, each drawing of him was more delicate than any of the others, like you’d put more effort in.

Satan returns it to you later, a smile on his face. He does apologise immediately, for looking at the drawings without your permission.

“Its alright. I’m just glad you found it for me.” You’re completely cheery, not bothered at all, and Satan sighs in relief.

“You’ve drawn me quite a lot,” he notes.

“Well obviously. I spend the most time with you,” you say, smiling when you catch the faint pout he covers up. That wasn’t what he had expected or wanted you to say, clearly. Nor was it all you had to say on the matter. “Also, you’re very beautiful. I wanted to try and capture that and keep a little for myself.”

He smiles now, content, and pats you on the head. “If you want me around, you only have to ask.”

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Asmodeus

You’d been working away at something as he picked out an outfit and fixed his hair, and he’d been dying to ask but he just needed to adjust a few more strands first - you were going out to Majolish together and he wanted to look perfect. He always did, of course, but when the two of you were going out together he put in even more effort than usual.

When he finally finishes, he jumps up out of his chair and rushes over to you.

“How do I look?” he asks, beaming, full of confidence as always.

“Fabulous,” you say, reaching out to readjust a few strands of hair that had fallen out of place from his quick movements. He sits down on his bed beside you and pulls you up until you’re sitting beside him, hugging you around your waist.

“What were you doing whilst you were waiting? You looked so focused, it was adorable~” Asmo chirps, looking pointedly at the sketchbook. His eyes widen in genuine surprise. “Wait, is that me?”

You nod, lifting your sketchbook up so that the two of you could see it properly. You’d been drawing him, just little sketches as he flitted about the room doing this and that to get ready. You couldn’t have spent long on each one, and yet they captured him perfectly. He looked elegant in each, determined and beautiful.

You flicked back to the previous page before he could comment, and Asmo’s breath caught in his throat. This drawing was him, it was so brilliant an example of everything that he was. He was looking at you and smiling, and you’d captured the love and admiration in his eyes so perfectly he wondered if this was somehow a photograph.

Asmo tears up and hugs you tighter, burying his face against your neck. You can feel him smile wide against your skin. He stays like that for only a moment before his excitement bubbles up to the surface and he litters your cheek, nose, and forehead with feather-light kisses. He’d do anything for the one who saw him as he was.

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Beelzebub

Beel had a pretty normal schedule for each day - he’d exercise, go to school, spend time with you and Belphie or his other brothers if they were around and alright with it, and of course, he’d eat quite a lot. You had a good idea of where he’d be throughout the day, and when you had the time for it, you’d accompany him so he wasn’t alone. Whether that meant sitting on the counter as he dug through the fridge, or laying on the sofa with your head in his lap and your feet in Belphie’s, you just liked to spend time with him.

And, a lot of the time, he noticed you had this little book with you. He’d caught you glancing at him many times, but didn’t think anything of it. He glanced at you a lot, too, so maybe it was only to be expected. He’d gotten used to the butterflies in his stomach when you two randomly linked eyes and you grinned, twirling your pencil around in your hand.

A lot of your time was spent together in relative silence, as well, and he was accustomed to hearing your pencil scratch against the paper. But he never asked what you were doing, because if you wanted to tell him you would. He trusted you to do that. And his trust paid off, when you were both watching a show together.

He notices early on that you're paying more attention to him than the screen, and when the episode finishes you tap him gently on the shoulder before stretching out your wrists. He looks to you, tilting his head in curiosity until you hold the book open in front of him.

It was a drawing of him, focused on the screen, odd lighting casting shadows against his form. He had something in his hand, some sort of food, but you’d put more attention into actually drawing him. So much attention that he was sure no matter how long he looked, there would always be something more to notice.

“Its me?” he asks, unsure lilt in his voice. He looks bashful, like he’s done something wrong. “Why?”

You stretch out your arms again, thinking, and finally answer, “Because you looked beautiful, and I wanted to draw you?”

It was neither easy nor hard to make Beel blush, and most of the time it just seemed to happen. You hadn’t caught onto the pattern yet, hadn’t been able to perfect it so that you could make it happen whenever you wanted. But you smile in silent victory now as his ears and cheeks flush a reddish pink, pairing nicely with his wide eyes.

His surprise gives way to a smile, and he leans over to wrap his arms around you, holding you close. All he can manage is a thank you, but with that you know how much he appreciates it, how much he appreciates you.

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Belphegor

Belphie would often drag you off to the attic, and whilst he enjoyed the times where you would curl up in his arms and nap with him until you absolutely had to get up, he knew he couldn’t expect that of you constantly. You were still human, and you could only sleep so much before you had to get up to stretch or eat or just do something else to occupy your mind.

You’d built up a habit together, now, where if you wanted to get up you’d tap his arm twice and he’d reluctantly let you go. He’d stay awake if you left the room, just enough so that he’d be able to tell when you returned. If you didn’t, he’d have to go seek you out again by himself to drag you back with him and absolutely not just to make sure you were okay. If you did return, he’d go back to sleep and let you do what you wanted, opening his arms up if you tapped on them again to crawl back into his grip. It was peaceful, and though he never said it aloud, he loved it.

Often times, when he did wake up, you’d be sitting nearby in a little bundle of pillows and blankets that you’d made with a book and pencil in hand. You were quick to notice when he woke up, so Belphie could never just watch you to figure out what you were doing, which frustrated him to no end but at the same time it was nice to be known. Still, he was determined to figure it out.

His determination is unnecessary, because one day he wakes up and you’re looking straight at him, smiling contentedly. He woke up too fast, then, heart pounding as he tried to remember that expression. Did you admire him so much to look at him like that, even when he was just sleeping?

“You’re awake,” you say, voice light and cheery.

“And you were watching me sleep, as always,” Belphie scoffs, pulling the blanket up over his face to cover up his blush. “What’s new?”

You pout and stick out your tongue at him, and he lowers the blanket enough to return the gesture. It was hard to remember just how old he was when he acted like that.

“With good reason,” you tell him. He raises an eyebrow, and you smile and hold out your sketchbook. He takes it immediately, trying to act nonchalant as he opens it up and flicks through the pages. You barely catch how his eyes widen, how his breath catches and he slows down, taking in each drawing carefully.

“There are... a lot of drawings, of me sleeping,” Belphie says, swallowing, raising the book enough to try to cover his smile. Too late, you think. You’d caught him.

“You look cute like that. Plus, its the only time you sit still enough for me to draw you.”

“Or you’re just that obsessed with me. Weirdo.” He closes the book and hands it back to you, sitting up to stretch. He keeps his eyes on you, notices when you frown the tiniest bit. Was his teasing too much?

He sighs and slides out of bed, sitting in your pile beside you. He leans against you, like a cat looking for attention without wanting to admit it, and takes your hand in his, playing with your fingers.

“Thanks, MC.”

[kyberled]

META POST: BRAIG’S (Padawan) BEDROOM

(AKA I’m just about done with this model and I’m moving on with my life)

OVERVIEW

A small yet comfortable room in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. It sits comfortably adjacent - and adjoined - to the room of Master Kenobi*. Braig doesn’t spend much time here, outside of sleeping and the occasional private meditation session - though there are some days he needs a bit of solitude. (He also would like everyone to know that his room isn’t normally ‘this messy’ - his words, not mine.) 

*(This was a headcanon Rodi and I discussed for a while, ages ago. Before the later seasons of Clone Wars (with Barriss’ room), sources went back and forth on whether Padawans had their own rooms, shared a bedroom with their master, had adjoining rooms, etc. We decided that masters’ apartments could have adjoining rooms if we said they did, so Braig’s got a side door that takes him to his dad’s room if he needs anything.)

(Details under the cut)

BED

A comfortable mattress on the floor, covered in a light sheet and a heavier top blanket. Though more blankets are available from the Quartermaster if need be, Braig generally finds himself plenty warm with just two blankets. The inclusion of both plush toys and the old blanket hint at a rough night’s sleep - if he slept at all. 

DESK

(Untextured model included ‘cause the lighting is kinda dark)

(Also, window.)

Braig’s work desk. Positioned under the window to allow for the most natural light. A worn yet comfortable kneeling cushion is positioned in front of the table to allow Braig to work as long as he needs. Given that his sabers, comm, and journal are all here, he’s not far; but the cold tea implies he’s been wherever he is for a while. (He’s probably next door visiting his master. He’ll be back eventually - they do have a lot to talk about.) 

VIEW OVER CORUSCANT

Though he prefers landscapes like one might find on Naboo or Rodia, Braig still enjoys gazing out the window from time to time. The city is bustling and full of life. At night, it looks like a rainbow was shattered into billions of neon lights. 

It’s nice to see some of what he fights so hard to protect. 

INDIVIDUAL ITEMS

CAT PLUSH

An eight-legged plush toy that was gifted to a crechling-age Braig by Master Aihrik. It was old when it was given, and it’s older still now. All the same, it has a comforting weight and softness that serves as a grounding agent when Braig finds his hands shaking a bit too much. 

TOOKA DOLL

A handmade gift from Omega. It’s simple yet soft, and echoes with a warm, genuine earnestness and compassion that’s quite relaxing to take in. It’s even striped with his favourite colour!

BABY BLANKET

A hand-knit woolen blanket made by Master Ti for Braig when he was an infant. He’s kept it all these years, though he usually keeps it neatly folded either at the foot of his bed or in one of his trunks for safe-keeping. Ever since returning from Tassish, he’s kept it out on his bed, instead. 

CHESTS

Simple, sturdy chests that hold Braig’s clothes and some miscellaneous personal items. Toothbrush, sewing kit, maybe a folded note from a certain someone or two, boot polish... That sort of thing. If he needs any replacements or feels like a change in his personal style, he simply pays the Quartermaster a visit. 

TEAPOT 

A simple, well-loved tea pot. When it’s not being used for its intended purpose, it’s one of Braig’s favourite things to use as a flower-pressing weight.

TEACUP

A standard ceramic teacup. When not in use, Braig tends to store it inside the tea pot. Not only does this reduce clutter, it adds weight for squashing down plant life. 

DESK

A strong metal desk with a work mat on the top. The mat is scratched up from use, but both the desk and leather are clean and well-polished. 

LIGHTSABERS

Braig’s lightsabers. Each is fitted with a purple kyber crystal harvested from Ilum. They’ve changed shape many times over the years to fit his evolving style, build, and connection to the Force. They’re recently undergone another change into a much sleeker silhouette. It looks like he’s been fussing with them again. 

What a perfectionist.

SPARE PARTS

Some extra parts for fixing the bio scanner on his lightsaber. Some seem new, while others have little singe marks on them. He must be replacing them. 

COMM UNIT

A standard hand-held comm unit. Braig usually prefers wrist comms, but beggars can’t be choosers. The light’s blinking - someone must be trying to reach him. Let’s hope that he gets back soon - or that it’s not urgent. 

Either works.

JOURNAL

A deeply cherished, leather-bound journal given to Braig by Obi-Wan after the two were officially dubbed Padawan and Master. Braig considers it nigh-sacred, on par with his kyber crystals. Within its pages, you can find class notes, write-ups of his day, games of tic-tac-toe and hangman, sketches of his surroundings and friends, blueprints and notes for his lightsabers, hand-copied passages of datapads he liked, studies of flowers he found interesting, notes and drawings of different forms, and, of course, all sorts of pressed plants. He almost always has it on his person, and if he doesn’t, he knows exactly where it is. Rest assured it’s somewhere safe. 

When he was young, he dreamed of one day digitizing it and adding his own personal records to the Temple Archives. Following the Purge, he hangs on to it instead as the last(?) surviving record of the Jedi Order’s true inner workings - and yes, he does make copies.

CHARCOAL STICKS

Though he mostly draws and writes in pen, Braig’s favourite sketching medium is charcoal. He likes the way it blends. These ones look fairly new - he must have just gotten new ones. 

INK POT

Most of Braig’s pens are cheap and simple, but he does own a nicer fountain pen that requires ink. He might need to get a refill soon. 

ERASER

Even Jedi make mistakes. This one looks new. 

HAIRBRUSH 

A sturdy, well-made hairbrush for grooming thick hair. A few of the bristles are bent out of shape, and there are a few stray hairs caught in them. 

FANCY PEN

The pen that goes hand-in-hand with the ink bottle. This pen is rarely used for doodling, and is more often used for more ‘formal’ write-ups or topics. Though he doesn’t hold it in the same esteem as his journal or his sabers, Braig is still quite careful with it, and doesn’t take this pen on any missions or field trips. He had to save up a while to be able to purchase it. It tends to stay in his room. 

HAIR TIES

A small group of purple hair ties. Braig uses them to tie his hair back after growing it out. It’s only recently gotten long enough to need an elastic, but he likes it. ... He’s less fond of how often they break, due to how thick his hair is. At least one of these was given to him by Naweh after the one he’d been using snapped. 

[saynotoshityouhate]

For Science - Ch. 3

Read Chapter 1 here. Read Chapter 2 here.

Summary: You return to Bruce’s after your dinner date, and you still have an appetite. 

Word Count: 1099

Tags/Warnings: size kink, thigh riding, hand job (male receiving)

A/N: There are not enough images of Professor Hulk and it makes me sad. Give this big green softy his own film, please? 

Bruce pulled into the driveway of a small bungalow just outside of your small college town. Although it was dark, you could see a well manicured lawn decorated with delicate flowers in two beds on either side of a wrap around porch. Bruce had taken up gardening as a way to calm himself over the last year. He found it relaxing to (literally) ground himself in the work of growing beautiful things. 

The passenger door opened and you were greeted by a large green hand. You smiled at the kind gesture, using his hand to lift yourself out of the car. You weren’t used to this high of a heel, having been home in your PJs for over a year - and you were navigating the world like a newborn giraffe. 

Banner walked you up to the front door where you saw a specially made porch swing and more flower boxes. Walking inside, you saw the coziest home you’ve ever seen. Deep couches with plush cushions and soft blankets, candles and incense on every table, and walls adorned in photographs of Bruce and his Avenger colleagues on their many travels across the universe. You knew he had left that part of his life behind, but it was clear that those people held a very special place in his big heart. “Welcome to my home!” Banner chuckled, obviously a little nervous and unsure how to proceed. “Can I get you something to drink? Take a seat! Are you still hungry? I can get…” you interrupted his rambling thoughts. “Banner! I’m great. I’d love a drink. Whatever you’re having.” You plopped down onto one of the couches, kicking off your heels and pulling your feet beneath you. You felt at home. 

Bruce returned from the kitchen with two glasses of red wine. He handed one to you before sitting down in a chair across the living room from you. You looked at him through knitted eyebrows. You had an entire couch next to you, and he chose to sit so far away. Taking a sip of your wine for courage, you stood up from the couch and padded over to Banner and hopping up onto his lap. “Oh - hi there.” Bruce was surprised by the move, hoping you couldn’t feel his cock twitch as you wiggled around to make yourself comfortable. You had always felt self conscious about your body, never really feeling comfortable about your size and shape. It took a man like Bruce to make you feel small - not that one way was better over the other - but taking up space was never something the world encouraged you to do. 

You looked up at Bruce, one hand holding your wine and the other tracing lazy patterns on his chest. Bruce held you in place softly, his palm splayed across your lower back and waist. “You know, we really don’t have anything to be nervous about. We’ve pretty much done this before. Many times, actually.” You set your wine glass down before turning your body to face him, one leg straddled on either side of his muscular thigh. Your hands braced themselves on his chest as you rocked your hips forward, your buzzing clit rubbing itself against his quadriceps muscle perfectly. A soft sigh escaped your lips. “We should just, you know, go for it.” You rocked against his thigh again, looking up at Bruce for some sort of sign that you were on the same page. He didn’t know what to say, his jaw had dropped. Hearing that sigh escape your lips short circuited his brain. 

Banner nodded his head, leaning his face to yours, enveloping your lips into a passionate kiss. You moved your hips once more, hitting that spot exactly, causing a moan to escape from deep within you. Bruce was suddenly painfully hard. Feeling the disturbance beneath you, you moved to unbutton and unzip his pants. Reaching inside to free his aching cock, your eyes got wide. You looked up at him in shock. Banner, being a child at heart, chuckled. “Items may be larger than they appear on screen, Y/N.” Reaching in after you, he enveloped your hand into his and together you lifted his length out of his pants. Bruce’s one hand remained on your waist, while the other covered yours, unable to fully grasp itself around the width. He wasn’t kidding when he said he had to be creative with his partners. Traditional methods may end in severe injury, or worse. 

Banner took the hand fruitlessly grasping his cock and lifted it up to his lips, leaving wet, sloppy kisses along your palm. You resumed grinding your increasingly wet pussy against Bruce’s thigh, whimpering at the delicious sensation. Bruce placed your enveloped hand back on his now leaking member, moving you both in slow, steady strokes. Banner groaned, head lolling back, gripping your waist tighter as if to also hold himself together. Regaining his composure, he began moving your hands more swiftly, the mixture of saliva and pre-cum lubricating the movements. “Bruce…” you whispered, your stomach tightening and breathing becoming erratic. “Go ahead, little one. You can do it.” With that, your orgasm crashed over you, toes curling, free hand grasping at Banner’s shirt as your body collapsed into his chest. Your face nuzzled against his collarbone as you came down, your other hand now working with Bruce’s in overdrive. In your daze, you looked up at Bruce, his face contorted in concentration, the hue of his skin darkening as he got closer to his release. Watching his face intently, your arm moving outside of your control, he looked down at you. Seeing your frame tucked neatly inside his, your wide eyes staring up at him and your skin aglow...it was enough to push him over the edge. Banner growled, his grip around your waist and around his cock tightened as he came. Bruce leaned his head back against the chair and took a few deep breaths. 

“I think I ruined your pants.” You shifted your body to see the mess you had made. You gently massaged your other hand which was sore from the squeeze of Bruce’s much larger one. 

“...and I ruined your dress. I’m sorry - is your hand alright? Are you okay?” You hopped down from his lap. 

“Oh I’ll be fine, thank you. Which direction is the restroom?” Bruce pointed down the hall. 

You began to walk away when you stopped to lift your dress over your head. You dropped it on the floor, and turning back to look over your shoulder you asked “You coming, big boy?”

[glitteryhellhole]

alright lets do this

here we go

Title: The Tent Fandom: Z nation Pairing: 10K x female reader Word count: approx 3k Rating: 18 Description: fluffy smut with awkward cinnamon roll 10K

A gas station. A real life, untouched gas station. Apart from the bloody handprints smeared on the concrete walls.

It didn't take long to sweep and secure the area, then fill up the truck and the reserve cannisters. Afterwards Warren gestured with her gun to the convenience store. “Look for anything useful.”

The place had been untouched since day one. Mummified hot dogs still sitting on a rack. The register hanging open- perhaps in the beginning some people had looted cash, but it didn't take long to realise money didn't mean anything anymore.

You shoved bottles of water and packets of candy into your rucksack before following Addy's gaze to the toiletries shelf. Pads and tampons, little travel-sized bodywashes, an actual toothbrush.

“It's a whole new kind of mercy,” she whistled.

You picked up the first aid kit and the two crushed boxes of painkillers, turning to ask Doc if they'd be any good- and found him and Murphy kneeling on the counter, pulling away the plastic panel which guarded the cigarettes.

Priorities, huh.

Loaded up, you looked around you. Warren was on watch so 10K had let his guard down for once and was poking at the faded magazines. You saw his pink lips move as he mouthed the titles to himself. Something familiar caught his eye, probably the one with guns all over, and he reached up- and the whole top shelf came tumbling down. Suddenly 10K was surrounded by glossy double-page spreads of unnaturally bronzed and perky breasts and butts.

He froze like an animal in a trap.

“Found what you're looking for?” Doc's voice was loud and his arms were cradling an impressive quantity of alcohol. “There's a lot of generic lesbians, over forties, asian fetish, but for a beginner I'd recommend-”

The rest of his sentence was drowned out by a crash as 10K backed rapidly out of the shop, cheeks ablaze, taking down a stand of air fresheners and sending sunglasses skittering across the floor in every direction.

The rest of you laughed, for the first time in a while. Back in the truck and passing round bags of only-slightly-stale chips, you all agreed that the gas station was your best find in quite some time.

Except perhaps for the tent.

A little way back, a stranded family had been incredibly grateful for a tow out of the ditch, and had gifted you their spare tent. No ordinary camping gear, this thing was foil-lined and had a built in waterproof, cushioned underlayer. On an especially hot night you'd probably want it to yourself but the rest of the time it comfortably housed two people, keeping in the heat. You'd been taking turns each night, with priority to the injured, meaning that every morning there was at least one person who was fully rested and recharged. Ideal when every day was a battle for survival.

Of course, there was one other advantage to the tent. Privacy. Human needs didn't really get talked about in this un-human world, and whatever got overheard in the night would also go unspoken.

It was nearing dusk and you were pulling over to make camp. “Who's turn in the tent?” Murphy called out as he threw himself down on the ground. “Dibs.”

Warren, who was unloading a heavy bag, gave him a kick in the side. “Get up and help. I don't think 10K's had a turn yet.”

“Neither's she.” He nodded at you.

“Settled then.”

Murphy sniggered.

Since there was plenty of water, there was a rare chance to wash up a bit. Ladies first while the men stood watch with their backs turned, and then vice versa. Nowhere near to having a hot shower in privacy, but it was something. You noticed that 10K didn't bother putting his shirt back on afterwards as he squatted by the fire cleaning his weapons, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

How could somebody so skinny be so strong? Must be the result of life outdoors.

He raised an eyebrow and you realised you were staring. Oops.

“Here.” Somebody passed you a can of cheap beer that had come from the store along with the snacks and cigarettes. It was almost like being at a camp-out. The beer was gross but it gave you a nice warm feeling in your chest, and the idea of lying down somewhere soft started to seem quite appealing, so you said your goodnights and retreated into the tent.

You weren't sure how long it was until you were joined, perhaps you'd started to drift off- the sound of the zip jolted you back to your senses as 10K flopped unceremoniously into the tent, stretching out next to you. “Beer makes shoelaces hard.” He complained.

You giggled and sat up to help. “When was the last time you slept without shoes on?”

“Probably before my voice broke.” He scratched his head while watching you remove his boots and then said, “I'm not good at talking, especially to girls, but you don't scare me.”

“Thanks for the compliment, I think?” You laid back down, closing your eyes and pulling your blanket over you. There was silence for a minute but it was oddly comfortable, the security of a warm person breathing next to you.

“What was your first word?” You asked into the silence. “I bet it was gun.”

“Actually it was primrose.”

“Huh?”

“My momma's favourite flower.” He rolled over onto his stomach, closing the gap between you, and rested his cheek on his folded arms. “I was six. Doctor said I wasn't learning but I was paying attention to everything. She used to take me to the library in town to look at all sorts of books, that where we learned to sign.”

You couldn't help but ask. “When did she...?”

“When I was nine. Pops wanted me to try and be a normal kid but once she'd gone he didn't want anything to do with the rest of the world and stopped sending me to school.”

“I'm sorry.”

“It's ok.” He wriggled a little to get more comfortable. “Can you talk for a bit now?”

So you talked about your own parents, and your hometown, and it surely wasn't very interesting but 10K watched you intently as he sobered up, studying your face, and you hoped you weren't blushing. After a while you came to a natural conclusion in your story and realised that his fingers were twitching, as though he were nervous.

What's up?” you asked softly.

He blinked slowly. “Ain't always easy to tell when you're supposed to say stuff and when you're not.”

Unsure what to expect, you gave him an encouraging nod.

“Can I... touch your hair?”

Your heart started to beat a little fast and you nodded again. 10K's fingers reached out timidly to feel you hair, twisting strands and brushing them away from your face.

You hadn't felt human touch in so long, and you couldn't help but rest your head on his arm as he stroked. The pair of you seemed to breathe in unison. It was almost peaceful.

Almost. Apart from the little sparks of electricity that seemed to fizzle into life where your skin touched his.

Could he feel it too? It didn't seem so. There he was growing more and more serene, while you were   warming up in a way that had nothing to do with the insulated tent.

“Um...” You fidgeted awkwardly, trying to choose the right words. “10K? You know why they were giggling right?”

“Uh-huh.” His eyes were closed. “People do stuff in the tent. Its pretty obviously I've never... y'know.”

“Does it bother you?”

“A bit, but its not like I can go meet a girl and ask her Pops if I can take her to the barn dance.”

You couldn't help but laugh a little. “I mean the teasing.”

“Oh.” He blushed slightly as he opened his eyes to look at you. “I get why, you're near my age and you're pretty. Any guy would be lucky to date you.”

Oh indeed. Maybe he did feel it then.

“You could...” You bit your lip and steeled yourself. “You could pretend that you were.”

He sat bolt upright, making you jump, and a wide grin spread across his face. “I could ask you on a picnic, at my favourite place in the woods.” His words were tumbling out fast from nervous excitement. “Make nice bread, Mom's special recipe with the dried fruit. And we could talk like we did earlier and I could pick you flowers and then I could kiss you.”

His lips were clumsy as they first met yours, but eager, and didn't take long to find a groove. You sighed and leaned in, one hand reaching up into his hair, and-

A single gunshot cracked through the air.

In an instant 10K was lurching for the tent entrance where his gun was propped. You reached for your shoes, panic rising in your chest.

“False alarm.” Doc's voice came from outside. “Nothing to worry about. Hey, you okay in there kid? Need me to give ya a quick pep talk on anything?”

“I'm good.” He zipped the flap back up then turned back to you. “Actually do you think maybe I should? I don't really know what to do.”

You couldn't help but laugh again. He was way too innocent for someone so good-looking.

You put and hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.  “Just do what feels natural.”

“Okay.” He gave you another wide grin, showing those adorably crooked teeth, and then practically launched himself at you, so you landed on your back and he was on top of you, lips moulding to the shape of yours. You gasped for air and 10K made an apologetic sound without pausing the kiss, propping himself up on one elbow so that you could breathe.

His hand rested on your stomach, fingers still for a moment before balling up your shirt and gently navigating the exposed skin. Tentative. Like soothing a spooked animal.

You reached your hand up to touch his shoulders, feeling hard muscle under surprisingly soft skin. Tracing his collarbones and around the back of his neck. He shivered and broke the kiss, and you saw his tongue dart out to wet his lips.

“Maybe I could take your shirt off too.” He mumbled. In answer you sat up and held your arms above your head. 10K pulled your shirt over your head- sending the little lamp tied to the tent roof swinging- then looked confused as his thumb hooked into the shoulder strap of your sports bra. You kind of wished you'd been wearing something nicer for this occasion, but you'd dressed for practicality before hitting the road.

“Here. Let me.” You wriggled out of the bra, trying not to elbow him in the process.

“Wowee.” 10K let out a whistle. “You look even better without clothes on. Why would anyone want to look at random pictures?”

It seemed like he could have sat there and stared forever, but you didn't have forever, and so you pulled him in to kiss again. He trailed his lips across your face and on to your neck, one arm supporting you from behind and the other hand landing on your chest, squeezing experimentally.

“Not so hard,” you gasped.

“Sorry. They're squishier than I expected.” He let out a humming noise into the crook of your neck as his fingers found a hard nipple and brushed back and forth.

You dipped your head down too, lightly touching your teeth to his throat. A low growl escaped and he pushed you back down, pressing his body close to yours, and you could feel his eager hardness against your hip.

10K tried the same move, nipping at the skin under your ear. His breathing was very shallow and rapid as he licked and sucked experimentally, moving down over your breasts.

“You taste good. But not in a zombie way.”

Your hands rested on his hips, fingers splaying out to softly squeeze his ass and then dipping below the loose waistband.

“Oh, wait.” He rolled off you to shed a pile of concealed knives and the little sharp discs that he used in the sling shot.

“What else are you hiding down there?” You smirked. For a moment he turned beetroot red and covered his crotch with his hands, but then met your smile with one of his own.

“Just means I like you and I like this.” He shrugged. “Do you-”

“Mmhmm.” You reached out to ease his trouser buttons undone, fumbling slightly, but you weren't nervous. It just felt right with him. “I like you. And I like this.”

He groaned softly as the restriction on his hardness eased and grabbed you for another kiss, this time hungry and slightly sloppy. 10K's fingers found the fastening of your own jeans and made quick work, tugging them down to your knees. Then he paused for a moment, putting a finger to your lips.

There was no noise from outside.

“We're good.” With a bit of awkward shuffling, you both shed your trousers and then looked at each other.

“We probably shouldn't go all the way,” you said almost reluctantly. “No protection and all that. But there's still stuff-”

“Anything.” 10K blurted out without a second's pause. “Everything. I'll do whatever you want. But not what you don't want.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips again as he stared at you earnestly.

You felt a shiver travel down your spine. Nobody had ever looked at you quite like that before. Not just lust but something deeper, as though he was seeing through your skin and right inside you.

“Come here,” he whispered huskily, grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap. You sighed into the kiss and slowly moved your hips, letting your centre rub against his as you straddled him, tangling fingers in his messy hair.

10K moaned something that sounded like “shucks” and you couldn't help but snort. What would it take to make him swear? You dug your nails in a little, catching his lip between your teeth.

“Want to touch you.” He moaned, gripping your hips. “Want you to touch me.”

You trailed your hand from his cheek all the way down to cup the pronounced bulge in his boxers and his eyes rolled back in his skull, but then he visibly shook himself and swatted your hand away. “Ladies first.” The hand slid a little clumsily down into your knickers.

You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against 10K's, feeling how hot his skin was. His curious fingertips traced your labia and in between.

“It's wet.” He sounded surpised, and brought a thumb to his mouth to taste.

“That's a good thing.” You felt a little self-conscious as you explained, watching him suck his thumb. “It means I'm, you know, turned on.”

“Show me how to make it feel good,” he murmured, lifting you off his lap and laying you back down before tugging your knickers all the way down and spreading your legs.

You took his hand in yours and guided him, showing him your clit. His marksman fingertips quickly picked it up and he kissed you again as he touched you. “Am I doing it right?”

“Yeah you're- oh, yeah thats good.” Your voice was high-pitched and breathy. 10K made a satisfied “hmph” and nuzzled into your neck. He smelled of safety. Less dirt and blood than usual, traces of soap, whatever he was using for hair gel, engine oil. Sweat but not in the just-been-running-and-fighting way, in the musky hormonal way.

The feeling swelling inside you was something you hadn't experienced, hadn't even thought about, in a long time. But here and now it was growing, consuming, and you couldn't imagine anything other than his touch, his hot breath on your cheek.

“Hey.” 10K's voice was husky again. “You need something else?”

You became aware that your hips were twitching. “A bit faster maybe?”

A moan escaped your lips as he obliged, and 10K grinned. “That's hot.” Then he cocked his head to one side, raising his eyebrows. “I assume girls can- y'know-”

“It looks a bit different but yes.” You were gasping now as you spoke, chest rising and falling.

“Do it for me.” He murmured, watching you as though hypnotised and biting his lip. His words and his gaze loosened the coiled spring that was weighing down your abdomen and the endorphins came rushing as you climaxed.

“Shh.” He pressed his mouth to yours and swallowed your moan, pressing his fingers harder as you moved beneath him until it became almost too much. “Do you want them to hear us?”

You shook your head, trying to control your breathing.

“Maybe you do.” He raised an eyebrow again as his fingers finally slowed to a halt. “I kinda do. So they all know what I just did to you.”

“Do you want your turn or not?”

That shut him up. He glanced down and you followed his gaze. He was still very much erect, and there was now a distinct wet patch where he'd leaked a little in excitement.

You pushed 10K onto his back and settled yourself next to him. “Let me know if something's not ok,” you told him. “I won't do anything you don't want.”

He nodded and closed his eyes. He flinched a little as you pulled his boxers down but then his face relaxed and his lips parted as you touched him.

“Have you done this to yourself?” You asked. “So you know what you like.”

He nodded, looking somewhat bashful. “A few times. But this is different. Better.”

It was your turn to grin as your fingers circled his erection and found a rhythm. 10K's head tilted back and the smallest of high-pitched noises escaped his open mouth. You lowered your lips to his exposed neck and sucked gently at the skin. There was a red mark when you pulled away.

“Mmmph.” He rasped through gritted teeth. “Again.”

“It'll leave a bruise.”

“Don't care.”

You began to create a trail of little hickeys down his throat and across his collarbones as you continued to stroke, and his tiny whimpers grew more frequent. You knew it wouldn't be long.

10K was holding onto you tightly, nails digging in, droplets of sweat visible on his forehead. “I think I'm gonna- ahh....” He seemed to lose the ability to speak as you attacked his neck again, eyes rolling back. A few moments later, his hips bucked and you could feel hot sticky warmth coat your fingers.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck.”

So he did swear after all.

You kissed him again, and then looked down. “Um, got anything to clean up with?”

Still breathing heavily, 10K sat up and reached for his trousers, pulling a bandana out of one of the many pockets. “It's my least favourite. I'll burn it.”

Like the gentleman he'd been raised to be, he wiped your hand off first before tending to himself, then tossed the soiled cloth out of the way and pulled you close. You rested your head on his chest. You'd heard the term 'afterglow' but never really thought that it was a thing; it apparently was. The chemicals your brain was releasing and the protective hold of his arms made you want to laugh, and cry, and drift off to sleep, and run a mile, all at once.

Just for a moment, there was no apocalypse. There was only you and him and the little lamp above your heads.

It was 10K who broke the spell. “I need to pee.” he said apologetically. “Like, real bad.”

You laughed at the face he was pulling and threw his trousers at him. 10K slithered with some difficulty into them, kicking the side of the tent, and then stumbled outside.

You realised how cold it was now and reached for your own clothes. As footsteps indicated 10K's return, you could have sworn you heard the sound of a high-five.

“What was that?” You demanded as he re-entered the tent.

“Never mind.” He grabbed the blanket and laid it over you.”I  want to do that again. But we should probably get some sleep.”

“The whole point of the tent is to get proper rest right?” You scooted closer as he laid down, offering the blanket, but he refused, tucking it round you and then wrapping his arms round too so you were tightly cocooned against his side.

“Yeah. Sure.”

>>>>>Thanks for reading! This is the first fanfic i’ve done in literally years. Open to feedback and even perhaps requests :) PS i am v english so I apologise to any Americans insulted by my attempts at your words

[heyitsyn]

RANDOM SEIJOH HCs ACCORDING TO GIGI

a/n: this is a thing i cooked up between doing trig exam and ap gov review akdsjfldskfj

IM PRETTY SURE I ALREADY USED THIS GIF BUT IM WANTING TO RE-DO MY ENTIRE PAGE AND MAKING BANNERS SO THIS IS A TEMPORARY THING AJDJDJJD ALSO I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO THE KEEP READING THING ON THE APP BYE

oikawa def listens to indie music just bc he wants to feel unique and the 'iM diFfErENt fRoM oTHeR gUrLs' vibes

i FIRMLY BELIEVE IWAIZUMI HAJIME IS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO CHOMPS ON HIS ICE CREAM BC HE LIKES TO FEEL THE COLD ON HIS TEETH AKSJSKSKSK

meanwhile kunimi eats a kitkat like its pizza just CHOMP

makki caNNOT sleep without a pillow between his thighs LIKE LISTEN he has 2 sisters and they all told him its so comfortable and at first he was like,, ??,, then he tried and now cant sleep without it

bUT MATTSUN LIKES TO SLEEP WITH PILLOWS SURROUNDING HIM bc it makes him feel safe and like there are two body pillows on either side of him and hes kinda trapped in the middle aksjskdk

when kyo was younger, he was really short and although he had other pants, he loved this one pair but they were really long on him and he wore it all the time and the part of the pants that touched the ground is torn in shreds

kindaichi steps on the sofa before sitting LIKE puts one foot on the cushion then the other until hes literally standing on the couch before folding to sit with his knees up to his chest (i do this)

watari sniffs his food before eating it no matter if its something he eats all the time or something new, he still sniffs it either way

yahaba is really particular with his feet and he likes to get a really big tupperware (duh one only meant for his feet) and fill it up with warm almost boiling water and he just soaks them

oikawa has sleep paralysis and he oftens hallucinates about aliens in the corner of his room

kunimi does this thing where he makes weird noises with his mouth like sounds of his mouth opening LIKE when youre tastinf something new and you do that sound with your tongue (I DUNNO HOW TO DESCRIBE IT AJDKSKKD)

makki bends his knees just to crack his ankles

iwa sneezes a ton but he has those sneezes where theyre quiet that you dont even notice or really loudly that it just echoes throughout the gym

kyo sleeps with one sock on bc his feet gets cold easily but both socks make him feel really hot so only one sock is perfect

for a tall and hunk of a guy, mattsun is a very light walker like his footsteps are very light and if he wants to, it can be practically silent

watari actually hates vegetables ajssksksk he particularly hates zucchini, eggplants, any vegetables that are that shape

kindaichi likes to stick or lean against walls because to him, they feel cold and can decrease his body heat

oikawa stands and places his feet at V position like \/ instead of ll because his sister did ballet and he was taught that was the right way of standing and it was considered graceful

yahaba has a fear of cactuses

mattsun does so badly in the heat because his body temp runs so high and the hot surroundings make him feel so uncomfortable and so he takes a lot of cold showers

iwa cannot swim like he freaks out immediately when his toetips can no longer feel the bottom and he panics with thoughts of drowning

watari has really small feet that he still buys big kids shoes to save money

kyotani considered playing baseball because he thought baseball bats were cool but he got angry and threw tantrum after missing his first pitch

iwa chomps on a whole raw chili while eating ramen akskksks

oikawa actually hates sweets bc when he was younger, he had cavities and iwa showed him a cartoon of cavities eating his teeth and will make him toothless

kindaichi really really likes hugs but hes too awkward to ask them even from his parents

yahaba chomps on mints so he goes through boxes of them in a week

i feel like theres a boy in the team who doesnt brush their teeth everyday and rubs a towel on their teeth to make it look clean and take mints to hide their bad breath

iwaizumi is actually iron deficient so he bruises super super fast and he even developed iron defiency anemia when he was younger bc his parents didnt catch on which caused him to be put on strong medication for months and still takes it now

WAIT,, OIKAWA IS LACTOSE INTOLERANT BUT HE LIKES MILK SO HE EATS MILK BREAD TO MAKE HIM FEEL NOT SO BAD OR GUILTY OF CONSUMING STRAIGHT DAIRY

seijoh four bonding time is watching gordom ramsey shows and yelling and screaming 'YEA! EXACTLY!' as if theyre also cooking genuises

watari used to eat grapes all the time until his mom got worried and told him if he doesnt stop, he will eventually turn into one. he only eats it every few weeks

when he was younger, kunimi cried because he had befriended a chicken on a trip to a farm and his mom took him to eat fried chicken after and he thought it was Chicky (his chicken friend :"))

kyotani used to stick out his tongue when it was raining so he could taste the raindrops. they taste better than bottled water

one time, during a seijoh sleepover, they dared oikawa to wear his sisters old uniform, skirt and all, and it backfired so everyone turned red and couldnt look at him in the face

their pregame ritual is touching each other's shoe tips

they tried doing yoga at yahaba's house before by watching yoga youtube videos but everyone ended up having to go to the chiropractor after (how did makki even turn into the human pretzel?)

the local gym gets so scared when they see the team coming through the doors bc these men are so LOUD like they HYPE EACH OTHER UP SO MUCH THEYRE SO ANNOYING AKSKSKDK

also never take them to an all you can eat sushi place. if you do, bring them earlier of the day like 30 mins after opening time so the cooks can cook enough for them without running out of ingredients (even then sometimes they still run out)

oikawa used to eat his mom's roses from her garden because he thought it would make his farts smell good like roses

takahiro is a surprisingly good artist like he draws really cool action fighting scenes in the corner of his papers and stuff

in my work: it's canon that iwa is half filo and his nanay used to dress him up in a barong all the time during halloween bc she wanted him to showcase his heritage

yahaba drinks a lot of milk because he hopes to one day grow strong and bulky like the 3rd years instead of being seen as a pretty boy

kindaichi's mom is a hairstylist and she always scolds him for using a lot of gel bc she's always the one who washes his hair

makki never learned how to do taxes and hes had the government knocking on his door a handful of times (BOKUTO AKKDJSKKS)

kyo has a dog: a chiweenie

there's someone on the team who wears those socks with individual pockets for toes

their pinterest is so different from what they look like for example, mattsun has a board of different flower decorations and arrangements

kunimi throws up during intense horror movies

watari's celeb crush is emma watson

the team alternates from different music genres like from ateez and bts to mxmtoon and beach bunny

they still dont know how to pronounce camila cabello's name

theyre all active in social media but only oikawa is on it 24/7 and in all platforms while the others have insta and snap

mattsun has twins as little siblings and he used to get them mixed up all the time that he used to draw a sharpie dot on the girl's forehead to determine she was his sister

watari hates sitting on the floor bc his butt bone hurts really easily so he can only sit on cushions for long periods of time

the team was supposed to have a party but everyone didnt know what to bring so they proved they shared the same braincell by bringing the same thing: a box of pizza

makki's an old soul and prefers to play records on a record player or watch old movies

kyo is surprisingly good at giving massages because he really pushed hard on those tense muscles

kindaichi knows how to crack necks so everyone goes to him a lot to do it (a friend of mine does this and can i say its terrifying yet so good?)

the only one who has a license is matsukawa and thats because granny needs to go to the doctor a lot and he hates her walking by herself and cabs are expensive

kyotani and yahaba are actually,,, lowkey close,,, not like best friends but theyre nice to each other and they got a stick and poke together (yahaba's was: :) while kyo's was: >:))

watari has a collection of mangas (some bl maybe 👀)

WARNING SAD: mattsun’s future job is a funeral person right? he ends up taking care of granny’s funeral free of charge and he had to take a week off because it was really painful for him

oikawa learned spanish SUPER fast to the point he forgets japanese sometimes but there are moments where he forgets both languages and hes just,,,, ???

makki’s unemployed yea but he rooms with mattsun in exchange of cooking because makki’s surprisingly good at cooking

iwa is practically the nutritionist of the team because he knows everything about proteins, carbs, iron, and needed vitamins so they all go to him to know what to eat and what they need

kunimi has lots and lots of shoes but usually only wears 2

kindaichi has a habit of pretending hes chewing gum even though he doesnt have gum, his mouth just chomps and moves with air akasldfjkf

there was a clown phenomenon in america but in their city, they had a mascots and seijoh 4 went around scaring kids :”(

oikawa never manspreads he gets too insecure to spread out like that akdjfkd

kyotani can easily sleep anywhere like he would be standing and just fall asleep or he sleeps with his eyes open

yahaba’s parents own a restaurant somewhere in the city and he works there sometimes

IM REALLY GOING TOO MUCH ABOUT THIS YALL AKSDJFKL

SORRY IM WRITING TOO MUCH I FEEL BAD THAT I HAVENT UPDATED BUT IM IN A CAR RIDE RN AND I WAS ABLE TO WRITE AGAIN AND MY EXAMS HAVE FINISHED THIS WEEK IMMA CRY

PLEASE, FEEL FREE TO REPLY WITH ANY OTHER HCS YOU GUYS KNOW OF SO I CAN PUT IT IN HERE AND CREDIT YOU WITH IT SO WE CAN HAVE LIKE A HCS BOOK FROM EVERYONE BUT THIS IS WHAT I STARTED WITH

oikawa screams a lot according to gigi but he’s actually a really quiet guy and not easy to scare

OKAY YOU GUYS DONT KILL ME I SWEAR IVE BEEN SO TERRIBLE AT WRITING BUT YOU KNOW WHO TURNED ONE TODAY? THIS PAGE!!! MY BABY IS ONE ALREADY 😭😭😭 ANYWAYS, HOPE THIS CAN MAKE YOU GUYS SMILE TODAY AND SCHOOL ENDS NEXT WEEK AND IM ALREADY AT 132 DRAFTS AMSJKSDKSK SO OH MY GOD THERES GOING TO BE SO MUCH COMING AND IM SO EXCITED TO GET THEM OUT 😩😩

[floralovebot]

What do you think Helia’s bedroom looks like ?

I think he has one of the biggest, very luminous with lot of plants and he keeps it very clean because he is maniac

I've tried to answer this a few times but I can't quite get the image across so I made a pinterest board! Here's the link!

We have actually seen his room at RF a few times in canon! The scene where Aisha sneaks into his room is probably the most detailed, then that time Flora healed the flower at his window, and the uh. shower scene. SO! We do have a pretty basic idea of what his room looks like but of course, I do disagree with certain elements of it. I don't think he would hang abstract art? I think he likes all kinds of art and definitely owns art books and a few of them might be abstract but I don't think he loves it enough to hang it. (I also think the first time we see his room (aka the Aisha scene), it's when he's still settling in so it's not as Him yknow?)

We also see a lot of circular designs in his room (which I do agree with). For instance, the chairs and pillows! There's a scroll hanging near his door, what appears to be a long surfboard-shaped mirror, and this weird little gargoyle statue next to his desk? Weird vibes but alright. There's also what I think is supposed to be a very wide wardrobe! His bed is also very close to the ground and he has a large rug under it (plus a little seating area in front of the bed!). Personally, I think some of the more... "eccentric" design elements are magic items!

But essentially, I think his room would have a very artsy, almost retro + indie + nature vibe! I think he would accumulate more plants the closer he gets with Flora but most if not all of them are very large and green! Like I can't see him with a vase of roses for example but I can see him with those really large green leaves. Obviously, he has a lot of books, so lots of bookshelves and books lying around in random places. I like to think he has a balcony that he uses more when he gets more comfortable at RF! Some of the pictures on the board are not as accurate due to them being too messy or some other element but I think overall it gets the aesthetic across!

But anyway, random thoughts: large windows, lots of neutral and brown colors, lots of wood furniture, the wall across from the wall with the door is literally all bookshelves (i'm thinking built-in too), just a very warm and comfy vibe to it, some "mysterious" vibes as well with random magic items like totems and spell books etc, mostly tidy and clean but also has sort of an "organized mess" look in some areas (notably the art and desk areas), sitting area under one window (low table with cushions type), probably buys a tv when he gets closer to the guys just so they have something to watch when they're in his room, some older technology that he got from saladin (like radio type things), definitely has some weapons in his room because he's insane, also i think he would bring back an espresso machine from earth!