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an-idyllic-novelist · 1 year ago

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Husk with gender-neutral!reader relationship headcanons

Special thanks to @isuckatwritingsobenice, @nixie-writes, and a few other writers in the Hazbin Hotel community for helping me create a piece for one of my favorite characters from the 2019 pilot episode, Husk! :)

Warning: Husk's potty mouth and this is Hell, so indecent things are bound to happen but nothing to imply NSFW content.

Husk gave up on the idea of love years ago, preferring to drown himself in cheap booze and try his luck at the casino before Alastor pulls him away to do a job for him or some other shit because of his contract with the fucking asshole. Why else would he and Nifty be wastin’ time slaving away in a hotel that’s supposed to rehabilitate sinners? Least the pipsqueak gets to clean this place from top to bottom and away from the clients, and he’s stuck handling their drunk asses in the lobby bar.

Angel Dust has been the one who’s been trying to get into his pants since day one, but that’s a different story entirely. He’s persistent, Husk will give the prissy punk that much credit.

Though…he supposed it isn’t all too bad being here. Least since Vaggie hired you. Initially, the job offer she and Charlie had posted online was to manage the front desk, handle phone calls, and all of the other tasks required to be the hotel’s conceirge. However, since there still wasn’t enough staff to do everything, he would see flitting about carrying baskets of clean linens or giving tours around the hotel to potential clients, helping Vaggie with organizing meetings with the press, and so on.

He might be a drunk asshole, but if there’s one part in his body that’s still functioning besides his dick, it's his hearing.

He’s lost count of how many times he’s heard a snide remark from potential or current clients about your polite demeanor, if you’re actually a freak in bed, and a whole lotta other bullshit he did not want to hear when he’s still sober. He didn’t want to care but god fucking dammit it made his skin crawl at the idea of some asshole thinking they had a chance with you. You, who never seemed to lose your smile and would go out of your way to make Nifty’s day by belting out Broadway songs on top of the banister, completely lost in the character you were playing and not giving a shit about anything else.

Not gonna deny it, you had one hell of a voice. You could change the pitch of it so easily. From a high tone all the way down a low, smooth baritone that almost sounded like a siren’s song luring sailors to a watery grave.

When he actually musters the fucking courage (thanks to a lot of booze from earlier in the day) to ask if you’d like to go to a bar or even the casino, Husk thought you would reject him. After all, why would a someone like you would even want to hang around an old fucker like him?

But when he saw your face turn as red as a certain deer bastard’s suit and sputtered that you weren’t very good at the slots, though you were willingly to try your luck at the blackjack table as long it wasn’t a high stake one, Husk thought he had actually achieved the state of inebriation to where he was hallucinating.

However, he was proven wrong when you told him that you’ll be ready by seven to go to the casino. Since he’d been on good behavior and Charlie never had any issues with you as of late, the princess wouldn’t mind the two of you being out for a couple of hours as long as you kept your phones on you in case anything happened.

Alastor could care less since watching a tormented, loveless war veteran being bewitched by a beguiling songstress provided him with much needed entertainment~.

Upon arriving at the casino, Husk pulled you over to the slot machines. He showed you how they worked and how much money you should put in them, so you don’t lose all of it in under an hour. The old-fashioned ones with the levers weren’t so bad, though the rounds would go pretty quick if you weren’t paying attention to the denominations; same thing applied to the new tech ones, betting could go from 88 cents to up to two dollars.

In the end, you quit after trying three different machines and went to go find the restroom. Husk decided to go find a bar and order a couple of drinks. One for himself, and one for you. A couple of fellas, hellhounds by the look of ‘em, asked him if the ‘pretty little thing’ he was with earlier is with him or if you were single.

“They’re with me, so fuck off.” He grumbled.

“Ya sure about that, old man?”

Husker growled, feeling his hackles rise at the provocation, half of it he blamed on the booze. As much as he wanted to teach these punks a thing or two about showin’ respect….they weren’t worth ruinin’ his first date with you. First impressions made all the difference, least when he’d been alive. So he made a rude hand gesture and sat at the bar until he heard you call out to him.

“Everything all right, Husk? I hope I didn’t interrupt anything between you and your friends. The guys you were talkin’ to before they took off.”

He smirked. “Nah. If I knew them, they’d know how to play poker.” He stood up and grabbed his drink, handing over yours. “C’mon, let’s hit the blackjack tables and see how good you really are.” He said, leading you to your next stop for the night.

Turned out that you weren’t all talk. You were able to win five out of seven rounds, never showing any anxiety or indication that your hand was either good or bad. For kicks, Husk asked if you wanted to try the poker table. You agreed, but just to two rounds. If you weren’t comfortable continuing to play, please allow you to walk away. Husk agreed, opting to watch you from the sidelines as moral support instead of joining you at the table.

Three words could only describe what he saw next: holy fucking shit.

All you could do was smile sheepishly at him when he asked how the ever living fuck were you this good at gambling and didn’t say anything as the two of you left the casino with a hefty sum of cash.

“Would you believe me if I said I’d gotten banned from more than one casino when I was alive because I was just good at card counting?”

He stared at you for a long moment before he grinned widely, clapping you on the back. “I knew I had my eye on ya for a reason!”

‘Course, you’d never know that he wanted to show you that he’s one hell of a gambler at the casino instead of the other way ‘round. How he knew to play his cards right and treat you to something nice, show those little shitheads that a real gentleman knows how to win the game and a good-lookin’ partner all in the same night.

Still…gettin’ spoiled at a nice restaurant for a change wasn’t too bad…so long as no one from the hotel saw them. Especially Alastor.

And that was how your first date went. Nothing too crazy, least the two of you didn’t run into any trouble on the way back to the hotel. Husk walked you to your room, wished you good-night, and went to drink a little more before passing out in his own room.

Husk hasn’t been with anyone in an incredibly long time. There will be moments when he might seem harsher than usual towards you and tries to brush everything off, or chug it down with alcohol. He struggles to communicate with his feelings to someone else, so patience and respect for boundaries is key.

He does not tolerate any disrespect towards you, even if you try to tell him to ignore the sinner who is catcalling after you when the two of you are walking through the Pride Ring to pick up stuff for the hotel. If it happened at a bar while you’re on a date? Be prepared to have chairs go flying or Husk tearing a new hole in the poor bastard who pissed him off.

He is not a fan of PDA. He has a reputation to uphold in the hotel and on the streets. Behind closed doors, however, he will be more lenient. Cuddles and midday naps are exceptional, with him pressing against your body with his tail loosely coiled around your thigh and one of his wings acting as a shield or even a blanket.

Speaking of feathers and fur, he does need to groom himself periodically, especially when it's molting season. You need to be gentle if you want to help him since his skin can be especially sensitive around this time of the year.

Actions speak a lot louder to him than pretty words. If you show him that you do care for him and will never betray his trust or loyalty, he will return it tenfold. He will do everything in his power to make you as happy as you have made him in this shithole.

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heartach3d · 2 months ago

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sneaking in

a Benny Rodriguez request from @nixie-222!

It was a cool night, the moonlight slants in through your window. I curled up in my bed and started reading a book I started a while ago. I had just turned the page when I heard a soft tapping sound. at first it sounded like the wind or maybe a tree branch.

but the sound came once again. I froze dropping the book into my lap. and then I remembered only one person would be here knocking at my window at this time of night.

sliding out of bed I tiptoed over to my window careful not to wake anyone else up in the house. I pulled the curtains aside just enough to look out into the yard.

and of course there he was standing under the glow of the streetlight he had a hoodie with his hands shoved into the pockets. his baseball cap obviously still sat on his head. when he saw me looking at him he grinned his signature grin.

I unlocked the window and gently lifted it with a smile. “what are you doing here Benny it's late!" before I know it he walked up to my window (thank goodness it's on the first floor) and leaned against the window sill.

“I don’t know I guess I just missed you.” he said sincerely. "do you mind a little late night company?” I snorted as he said that."of course I don't mind i was just wondering since its so late and you usually play baseball tomorrow."

"I do I just wanted to come and see you!" he says with a smile. "well come on in then!" I say moving out of his way for him to get through the window.

You rolled your eyes when he made his way over to my bed plopping down on the edge and kicking his shoes off. he looked as I closed the window and asked “you miss me?”

“yeah yeah I guess" I say making sure the window was locked before plopping down next you him.

"I just didn’t expect you tonight.”

“I just couldn’t stay away” he said leaning over to softly bump his shoulder against yours teasingly. "I was thinking of you so... here I am.” I smiled at the way it made my heart flutter a little. "well I'm glad I get to see you."

he chuckles as his gaze softens. "I'm glad I get to see you as well." we sat there for a moment enjoying the comfortable quiet of being together. the only sound in the room was the distant hum of the crickets outside. he leaned back stretching his legs out across the bed.

“So,” "you got anything planned for tomorrow?"

"maybe I don't know yet. I was supposed to go out with some friends but I don't know anymore." I say messing with my books on the bookshelf after putting the one I was reading back in it's place.

"and your lucky I’m not already asleep. I was about to settle down for some night reading.”

he grinned at that and said "what? I’m definitely more exciting to talk to than a book.”

“Debatable,” I said teasingly.

he suddenly reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear his touch lingering for just a moment. his touch was comforting and his expression was softened as he gazed at me his voice was more quiet now.

“You make everything better. even things as simple as this like sitting here with you and just talking." I felt my heart skip a beat. I was about to respond when he leaned in brushing his lips against my forehead he pulled you closer by his arms as your head rested against his shoulder.

we just sat there in silence for a while. we didn't need anything at the time. just in each others presence was fine. "will you still be here in the morning?" you mumbled already half asleep and drowsy.

“Of course" benny whispered kissing the top of my head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And for the rest of the night, that was all I needed to know.

bello! I didn't have much details to work with this so I hope this is fine! give feedback if you'd like!

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yandere-sins · 5 months ago

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Hey guys!

I decided I want to do a monster month challenge this year (probably in October) and I'd like you guys' help for deciding what goes on the list! So...

I'm searching for any monsters that you like and/or categories they fall under (for example: shifters)

Here is my current list, and if you have any you think would fit the theme, please let me know via ask/comment :)

Vampire

Merfolk (Sirens/Mermaids/-men, Nixie, etc.)

Werewolf/Werecat

Naga

Drider

Kitsune

Centaur

Alien

Nymph/Dryad/Leshy

Fae (Fairies, Pixies, Changeling, etc.)

Dragon

Shifter (Any Shifter of your choice)

Demon

Shadow/Ghost

Sphinx

Mimic

Goblin/(Half-)Orc/Troll/Oni

Harpy

Church Grim

Minotaur

Skeleton/Zombie

Yuki-onna/Snow Spirit

Kelpie

Banshee

Chimera

Elf

Witch/Wizard/Magician (each can be used gender neutral)

Gods

Angel

Free Choice of a favorite monster or a completely new one!

(I will shuffle the list once it's done lol, right now similar things are together, I know.)

Once I have 31 or more choices I might switch out similar creatures.

Thank you all for your help ♥

Edit 1: We already found a few but there are some that I'd probably like to switch out since they don't fit perfecly into the "Monster" category, so if anyone knows of more then please feel free to let me know ♥ thank you all for your help ♥

#admin #Monstober 2024

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heartstringsduet · 8 months ago

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Happy Wednesday. 💞 Patting myself on the back for getting further in my editing hell and giving you some raw writing for the Fantasy AU as a treat. Thanks for tagging me @honeybee-taskforce @tellmegoodbye @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

This is where he could always flee to when he had to go to town. In the children's book aisle is where he met his best friend, hexing down a book from the top and shushing him when she saw she’d been caught using magic. Carlos had let asked the wind to catch the book she had dropped along her concentration and they had both sat leant against the shelf for the next hour, reading the Wizard of Oz together.

“Look who’s still alive,” says the soft rolling voice that can melt him to this day, no magic involved.

Grace looks at him one eyebrow raised and her arms folded in front of her chest. Even in her lacy white summer dress and a dark ribbon trailing from her dark curls, she manages to appear intimidating when she wants to. And she seems very intent to now.

“Carlos Tomas Reyes, I believe you have a really good excuse for worrying your best friend?”

Shame curls tight in Carlos’ stomach but he’s known this woman for more than half his life, has avoided her precisely because she knows every last thing about him, and therefore also knows that she can never resist his pout and opening arms. A smile flickers on her lips.

She tempers it back down until he says, “I’m sorry, Gracie.”

Her arms slowly unfold and she drops into his embrace. He never understood how the strongest person he knows can feel so small in his arms. The smell of camomille, sugar and something sharply burnt wafts off her and he squeezes her tigher.

“I was this close to checking if you found yourself in the grip of the nixies or some other creature," she says. OPEN TAG &

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beyondthesefourwalls · 10 months ago

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Repeated Offenses

Summary: Javy wasn’t sure what the mission was that called them back to Top Gun, but he knew if he was there, Phoenix would be too. He seeks her out that first night, knowing that it would be the same game between them as it always was. One of them was bound to get burned one of these days, but luckily for him, he’s never been afraid of playing with fire.

Pairing: Natasha Trace x Javy Machado

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: smut (fingering, oral, unprotected sex), language, banter as foreplay.

Notes: Inspired by this gif, because that “hey” was too loaded with sexual tension to not have some history.

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Javy strolled down the dark hallway with a cool kind of confidence, his hands in his pockets and his eyes on all the name tags on the doors. He let out a soft “ah-ha” once he spotted hers, and despite his best efforts, his heart started beating a little bit faster in his chest in anticipation. He cast a cursory glance around to make sure he was still on his own before knocking. He kept it light, mindful of the late hour. He wasn’t surprised when it swung open almost instantly; Phoenix had always been a night owl.

She didn’t look shocked to see him. Instead, she let out a very unladylike snort and raised one of those dark eyebrows that always relayed exactly how she felt about you. “I knew you would show up eventually.”

“Aw, Nixy. Were you waiting for me?”

Immediately her smirk fell into a scowl, the amusement in her eyes turning to a glare. “Call me Nixy one more time, Coyote. I dare you.”

He knew better than to call her on her bluff, but it didn’t stop his grin from widening. Still, he held up his hands in mock surrender.

“What do you want?” Phoenix asked, leaning against the doorway. He couldn’t help the way his eyes flickered down to cast an appreciative glance at the way her crossed arms pushed up her chest. The air conditioning in the building made it obvious she didn’t have a bra on, her nipples peaked through the thin material. Damn.

A scoff met his ears. He tore his gaze away from his daydream to meet her eyes again. “Halo’s room is right down the hall if that’s what you’re looking for. Rumor has it the two of you are a thing now.”

They weren’t, not by any stretch of the means, nor had they ever been. Not that he probably hadn’t tried once upon a drunk night, but that rumor was based solely on the way Halo had wrapped his arm around her own shoulder in an effort to fend off guys who couldn’t take a hint while she waited for her date to come back from the bathroom. Her very pretty, very female date. But Javy wouldn’t tell Phoenix that, not when he thought he could maybe detect something that smelled like jealousy rolling off of her.

“Who could you have heard that from?” he asked. He let his eyes widen in fake shock, putting a hand over his heart. “Were you asking about me?”

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Now now, don’t get mad. There’s enough of me to go around.”

Her eyes narrowed and her spine straightened and he knew he was pushing it, so he dropped the act before he ruined his chances completely. But fuck, needling her was like the best kind of foreplay - it always had been.

“Halo and I aren’t a thing,” he said with a simple, nonchalant shrug, leaving it at that. “You jealous?”

He tested the boundaries by taking a small step forward and was delighted when he wasn’t immediately punched in the face for it. Instead, Phoenix stepped to the side to allow him entry into her room.

“More like I’m just not interested in being your homewrecking side piece, but whatever helps you sleep at night.”

He heard the soft click of the lock once she shut the door behind him, and he didn’t have a chance to respond to her quip with one of his own before she was grabbing his shirt in her small, deceptively delicate hands and pulling him down to her. His lips met hers and he couldn’t help but groan. She tasted like mint and chocolate and it dragged him in like it always did. He let his hands fall to her hips and pulled her flush against him as he licked into her mouth. She responded with equal fervor, pushing him further into the room.

He was acutely aware of the electricity crackling between them, the raw passion that seemed to ignite every time they were in close proximity. It always happened like this, spanning all the way back to their academy days. But it had gotten more intense the last few years, and he would never admit it, but he had missed her.

Their lips parted, both breathing heavily as they locked eyes, their gazes filled with a mix of challenge and desire. Phoenix’s fingers traced a path from his chest up to his neck, her touch igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume them both.

“Always so eager,” she murmured, her voice laced with a hint of amusement that did nothing to mask the heat simmering beneath the surface.

“You’re one to talk.”

“If you can’t handle it, you’re free to go,” she told him. “I could always see what Bagman is up to tonight.”

Javy shook his head with a grin, knowing that she was trying to goad him. Once upon a time using his best friend against him would have worked. But he knew that ship had sailed, and it hadn’t been the smoothest of rides for either of them. “We both know he doesn’t do it for you, Nix.”

“You don’t know shit.”

He let his hand trail up under the hem of her oversized shirt, feeling the soft skin under his fingertips. Despite the warmth of her skin and the glare she was sending him, she shivered. “I know he’s not as good as I am. Did he even make you come?”

“Maybe he did,” she sassed, defiant as ever. He chuckled, the sound low and mocking in a way he knew would get under her skin even more than knowing that his best friend had told him about their failed tryst. He swore he could almost feel the temperature in the room rise with her ire.

“Or maybe he didn’t. That’s okay. We both know I’m the best.”

Her irritated glare morphed into a sharp smirk and a raised eyebrow, and Javy’s cocky grin slipped from his face. He knew before she even spoke that she would win this round - no one ever stood a chance against that look, not even him.

“Oh, Coyote. Just because you’re better than Bagman doesn’t mean you’re the best I’ve ever had.”

He growled as he slammed his mouth to hers again in a bruising kiss. It lacked any kind of finesse, messy as he tried to purge the thought her teasing had instilled from his mind. Something that felt awfully like the jealousy he had seen in her eyes earlier hit him like a tidal wave, possessiveness that he had no right to feel taking over. He was under no illusion that they were exclusive, but he’d be damned if he let anyone else be better.

Not when no one could ever compare to her.

She laughed into his mouth at his aggression, the sound turning into a hiss when he retaliated by biting at her bottom lip. She pulled away with a glare that he paid no mind to. “Take your clothes off,” he told her, “and get on the fucking bed.”

“You first,” she challenged. He huffed out an annoyed breath, but excitement coursed through him, too.

Phoenix was a force to be reckoned with, and he couldn’t deny the thrill that came with being caught in her fire.

With a swift movement, he stripped off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. The toned muscles on his chest and abdomen flexed as he undid his belt and stripped himself bare of his jeans and briefs, too. All the while he kept his gaze locked with hers. The way she watched him as he moved toward the bed made him feel a bit like prey, and he reveled in it.

She stood before him once he was settled on the small mattress, a slow smirk spreading across her kiss swollen lips as she began shedding her own clothing. Javy’s fingers itched to trace her skin as she pulled her shirt over her head, her sleep shorts quickly following. She had nothing on under them.

“Fuck,” he muttered, taking in every inch of her. It suddenly felt like it had been entirely too long since the last time they ended up here. She was all perfectly defined curves and toned muscles, her tan skin glowing in the dim light of the lamp. He reached for her, his big hand circling her wrist and tugging her forward. “Come here.”

She listened to him this time, her eyes never leaving his as she let him pull her onto the bed. He kissed her as she settled onto his lap, her pussy warm and wet against his hard length. He explored her mouth as his fingers dug into her hips, holding her still. He felt her relax into his embrace, losing herself in his kiss. He knew the moment she let her guard down and he capitalized on it, her back hitting the mattress with a small “oomph” as he flipped them.

He didn’t hesitate, his lips traveling down her neck. He braced himself on one hand as the other slid between her legs.

“Oh, fuck.”

He smirked into her skin as her moan met his ears. Her wetness coated his fingers as he teased her slick folds. Their bantering was as effective as ever - she was soaked.

“All this for little ole me?” he asked playfully.

Phoenix didn’t say anything, instead just arching into his touch with a gasp. He continued exploration, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach, making her shiver and moan as his fingers teased at her. He took his time, savoring the taste of her skin and the sounds she was making. Their earlier banter had been a game, a way of riling the other up in a way that really only they could do, but now he wanted nothing more than to prove why it was him she kept letting into her bed.

Javy pushed her legs apart, spreading them wide. Her pussy was as a sight to behold, glistening in the dim lighting of her room. He inhaled deeply, nearly feeling dizzy. “You’re so fucking wet, Nix. That’s how I know you want me.”

Before she could say anything, he buried his face between her thighs. He couldn’t help the moan he let out as he got the first taste of her. Salty and sweet, with a hint of spice. He licked her folds, dipping his tongue into her core and sucking gently on her clit. She moaned loudly, her hands grabbing his head and holding him against her. He reached up with one hand to cup her breast, squeezing it roughly as his other hand slid two fingers inside her. He curled them, stroking the spot he knew would make her go wild. Her response was exactly what he wanted - arching off the bed, her breathing becoming more ragged. He smirked into her, knowing she couldn't resist him like this.

"Oh god," she moaned, her back curving even further. "Yes, that's it."

He could feel the muscles in her inner thighs tensing as she got louder and more desperate. He knew she was close, but he didn’t want to give her what she wanted quite yet. He extracted his fingers and changed his pace, his tongue flicking over her clit, teasing her and bringing her closer, but not letting her get to the point of no return.

“Coyote,” she groaned, the hand on the back of his head pushing him closer.

"Not yet," he said, his voice a low rumble. He blew a breath against her pussy just to see her shiver. "I want you to beg for it.”

“Fuck you,” she ground out, but it was followed by a moan as her hips ground against his face. Her body was trembling and her wetness was dripping onto his chin, but he continued to tease her, darting his tongue between her folds, making her whimper and buck her hips. She let out a frustrated growl and he smiled, knowing he had her just where he wanted her.

"Please," she finally whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

It was a start.

He applied more pressure with his tongue before he sucked her clit into his mouth. He let his fingers, still damp with her arousal, circle her entrance before slowly pushing in. She let out a loud cry, her fingers digging into his scalp as she tried to hold him closer. It was a glorious sight, her face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and agony.

"Please," she cried out, almost pleading now, her hips bucking wildly as she sought to find that release he was denying her. “Javy.”

Hearing his name and not his callsign on his lips was his breaking point. He thrust his fingers in and out of her in a frenzied pace, not letting up as he methodically played with her clit, tracing the letters of his name with his tongue against her most sensitive area.

Her thighs shook on his shoulders, her whole body trembling as she neared her orgasm, and he knew the exact moment she fell into it. She cried out his name again, and the word sounded like everything he ever wanted. He continued to lick into her, his fingers thrusting almost lazily as she rode it out. It was only when he knew she was a little too sensitive that he sat up with a satisfied grin, licking his lips and then his fingers, savoring her taste. Her chest heaved and her body was tinged the prettiest shade of pink as she picked up her head to look down at him, their eyes meeting as she panted. She didn’t say anything, but the dazed, fucked out look she had said enough on how good she was feeling - how good he had made her feel.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he informed her, climbing back up her body and caging her in as he settled on top. His cock was throbbing hard and long against her smooth thigh. He kissed her, their tongues tangling together. She moaned into his mouth at the taste of herself and his cock twitched in desperation.

“Fuck me,” she breathed against his lips, and the words tasted something like victory. Even so, it was an invitation he couldn’t resist. He slid himself through her warm, wet folds, coating himself in her. She shivered at the sensation and snuck one of her hands between their bodies to wrap around him and line him up where she wanted him. “Javy, please.”

It was his turn to tremble as the sound of his name on her tongue washed over him again. He slid into her slowly, letting her feel every single inch of him. She cried out, arching her back in reaction to the sensation of him filling her. He took a moment to savor the feeling of being inside her before he began to move slowly, building up a rhythm that they had established years ago worked for them. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. She was so fucking tight, her wet heat pulling him in and begging for more. The sight of her face, flushed and desperate, drove him wild.

“Fuck, Nix,” he groaned, his hips going faster and harder.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

Javy breathed out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Ask me nicely.”

Her heels dug into his lower back and his laughter cut off into a choked moan as she clenched down harder around him.

“Kiss. Me.”

He surged forward to claim her mouth, or perhaps her claim his, in a sloppy kiss. It was a clash of tongue and teeth and spit, and everything that he needed.

She raised her hips to him, urging him on, and he needed no further encouragement. He thrust into her harder, each stroke eliciting a desperate sound from her that he swallowed greedily. Her nails dug into his back and he felt the sting, but he didn’t mind. If anything, the thought of having her mark on him made him even hotter. The sounds of their combined pleasure echoed in the small room, a wet, satisfying sound, and he knew it wouldn’t be long for either of them at this point. He could feel himself nearing the edge, his cock throbbing inside of her.

He pulled away enough to look at her face, loving the way she always looked in these moments. She was gasping for her, her skin flushed, her eyes wide with pleasure and desperation. Her pussy clenched tightly around him.

She was close, so very close.

“Come for me,” he rasped against her lips. “Come for me, baby.”

“You first,” she choked out through a moan, and he huffed out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. He reached down between them to press his fingers against her clit, moving them rapidly. Instantly, her orgasm was washing over her. She shook beneath him as her walls clamped down on him, her pussy gushing around his cock.“Oh, fuck. Javy!”

The sight of her coming apart underneath him was more than he could take.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned. He could feel his balls tightening, begging for release. He thrust into her one final time, pleasure coursing through his body as the coil inside of him snapped. He emptied himself into her with a shout of her name, her actual name, and a fleeting thought that it had been far too long since he felt this content.

He collapsed afterward, his chest heaving and his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her arms wrapped more securely around him, her breathing growing steadier. It was only when she tapped him lightly on the back, a silent complaint of his weight on her, that he knew he had to move. He pulled out slowly, glancing down and savoring the sight of his cum seeping from her.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, and Phoenix laughed lightly at the curse. He shot her a tired wink as he pushed himself off the bed. His nakedness didn’t bother him at all as he crossed the small room to the even smaller bathroom, running a washcloth under the faucet. He brought it back to her in silence, handing it over. She took it with a small smile and a nod of gratitude and he watched as she wiped away the mess between her legs.

He tried not to dwell on the fact that she rarely let him clean her up himself. Despite the fact that it was his cum seeping out of her, she claimed it was too intimate of an act.

When she was done, she discarded the damp cloth onto the floor. She stretched out on the small bed with a satisfying groan, tugging up the blanket at the foot of the bed to cover her. He had to actively hide the pout that wanted to creep up on his face, both at the vision of her being delightfully naked going away, and at the unspoken message she was sending him that she was done for the night.

With a sigh, he reached for his discarded clothing.

“You ready for tomorrow?” he asked, hating the silence.

��“I’m always ready.” Javy rolled his eyes, but didn’t disagree. He’d be wrong if he did, afterall. “Any theories on what it might be?”

He zipped up his jeans before he sat at the chair at the small desk in the corner, working on getting his socks and shoes back on. “No clue. It feels like it’s going to be crazy though.”

He hadn’t let the strange mix of anxiety and excitement come through until right now. Their next mission was always a gamble, and something about this felt different. When Javy looked up, it was to see her smirking from where she lay on the bed. She raised a dark eyebrow when he caught her eye. “Should be fun.”

He huffed out a laugh as he stood. He slipped his shirt over his head and double checked that his phone and keys were still in his pocket before he walked over to the bed. Phoenix looked up at him as he approached, curiosity written on her pretty face. He gently grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up and leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. He coaxed her mouth open, their tongues tangling together. It was slow and unhurried, so unlike the rest of their exchanges that night. Just when he felt her sinking fully into it, he forced himself to pull away. He pressed a kiss to her cheek before leaning into her ear.

“I hope you’ll be able to focus on flying tomorrow, and not thinking about how good you just had it. I’d hate to be a distraction,” he whispered. He winked as he turned to the door, and her outraged gasp followed him as he closed it behind him.

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Main Masterlist

Notes: I have a partially written super angsty part two that explores more of them during the events of the film, if anyone would be interested.

Thank you to @roosterforme and @sylviebell for not letting me get out of writing this one and for the help along the way!

#alli writes #phoenix x coyote #natasha trace x javy machado #navy #javy machado smut #javy machado imagine #javy machado fic #natasha trace #javy machado #natasha trace smut #natasha trace imagine #tgm smut #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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bionicle-ramblings · 1 year ago

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Sooooo

I just learned about a character named Nixie, and now I want to just ramble about this character

For starters, she's a Ga-Matoran and her job on Mata Nui is as an Astrologer

As we all know, most if not all of the Matoran in the MU were in Metru Nui before the Great Cataclysm and they moved to Mata Nui. Despite having their memories of Metru Nui wiped, the Matoran still maintained who they were; Takua still wandered around, Jaller was still by the book, et cetera

My train of thought here is that Nixie was very much an unofficial astrologer, or at least someone who studied astrology, doing so more than other studies. Like, her studying astrology wasn't a bad thing, but it wasn’t smiled upon because she was already studying something else, like history or something

I imagine Nixie was sort of "Ga-Metru's Takua," but instead of wandering around from place to place, her mind wandered instead, to the point where her destination was the stars above, and was often possibly either late to lectures because she was in Ko-Metru to borrow a telescope or frighteningly early and would remind the teachers of things they might have missed as they taught, as if she'd somehow found out what they would be teaching

And I imagine that she was a good, but infuriating student because despite being late or ealy to classes, she would know what the teachers were teaching, even if no one told her. Eventually, enough teachers got fed up and threw her to Nokama, who was a multi-award winning student

At first, Nokama was expecting someone to be a slacker, someone who wouldn't even show up, wouldn't engage, maybe even have to be threatened by Vahki to go to a class and stay for its entirety. What she found instead was a new Matoran in her class that was the first to be there and greeted her by name and asked if they were learning about purifying protodermis, which surprised Nokama because she usually keeps her notes on her lectures under lock and key. Nixie, to calm her teacher, assured her that her notes are safe, but advised she find a better hiding spot for them; under a sleeping pallet is cliche and that's the first place anyone will look

Nokama was, rightfully, shocked and made a mental note to keep an eye out for Nixie. That unease did not go away when Nixie kept staring up at the sky rather than paying attention, yet knew what Nokama was teaching, to the point she could repeat it back to her with no problem. Or when, after class, Nixie warned Nokama to be careful near the protodermis canal, something that one of Nokama's friends told her not to worry about

She started worrying when she almost drowned after falling into the very canal, and more when Nixie arrived late to a class, racing in from Ko-Metru, and told Nokama that she's about to have great honor bestowed on her, as well as tragedy that would take centuries to heal

And that tragedy came in the form of Lhikan giving Nokama the Toa stone and Nokama becoming a Toa

Just imagine Nokama seeing Nixie again with the other Toa Metru around, and Nixie, who has only ever met Nuju and Nokama, greets Whenua, Onewa, Matau, and Vakama by name and their previous occupations. It freaks out everyone, even when Nixie's disappointed that Vakama didn't see her in his visions, though she chalks that up to her role not being THAT big to be a vision. Nuju slows her down, telling everyone that he knows Nixie because she traded trinkets for using a Ko-Metru telescope, and then she got too good at seeing ahead. Nixie calls him a slow-poke, and Nuju tells Nokama she has a smart student

And, to go back to something I was saying before, I imagine that with her foresight, Nokama is worried because there's that occasional, "I'm being watched," feeling she gets, and later sees Vhisola GLARING at Nixie as Nixie stares up at the sky and tries to see the stars, even when it's broad daylight. Nixie does mean well, proven when she shows Nokama bits of an artifact she found and had to fist fight another Matoran for(don't ask), I just love the image of Vhisloa glaring at Nixie, seething at how a star staring know-it-all can both take Nokama's attention amd also be a source of Nokama's fear, when really Nixie is trying to read the stars and see which way home is the best trying to see how long it takes for stars to be hidden when the twin suns rise

Back to Toa stuff, imagine Nixie seeing Nokama leave Ga-Metru and, when asked to elaborate on the "tragedy" she foresaw, she only tells Nokama that a shadow is growing in Metru Nui and if she told Nokama what she saw, Nokama would hesitate and she's not in a position to do that anymore. With very ounce of respect she has, Nixie wishes Nokama luck on her journey and thanks her for being such a wonderful teacher and an amazing Toa. Nokama points out how Nixie makes it sound like they'll never see each other again, and Nixie admits she'd rather not elaborate on that

And Nokama only understands why when she becomes a Turaga and finds Nixie again, only now Nixie is staring up at a new night sky and is speechless at both how beautiful it is and how exciting it is to have something new to learn

#bionicle #ramblings #toa metru #long post #headcanon #nixie #nokama #Vhisola #a very ga-metru themed post ngl

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nixie-deangel · 3 months ago

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trick or treat!

Trick! Have some vague, not at all thought out, ideas I've gotten for Hangster in the last 24 hours because my brain is apparently only all about thinking of the vague-ness of idea but nothing to actually to take in a singular direction but in numerous ones!

Rising country singer Bradley (yes, absolutely came to me because I listened to Zach Top's Bad Luck) and the real reason Jake is into the cowboy aesthetic.

Teen Wolf AU, where the Seresin family is the largest pack in Texas and Jake brings Bradley back to meet his family but uh on, he hasn't actually shared the werewolf secret with him. (Bradley knows all about it though, because he's something in his family tree via his mom).

Jealous Hangman (mostly because I saw @the-ace-with-spades posts about it) but give me jealous Jake while trying to get back with Bradley but then still give me jealous Jake because he's absolutely terrified he's going to fuck it up and drive Bradley away again. (trauma from that previous relationship baby!)

Everyone assumes that Jake and Bradley are exes because of how they act throughout the mission and before but are shocked to learn they never were anything. Half because when one was single, the other was taken or deployed halfway around the world and half because they were always terrified to take that leap and give them a real try. So queue the dagger squadron going to ridiculous lengths to get them together.

Jake is absolutely used to topping because of his looks and discovers he's an absolute pillow princess the first time he lets Bradley take charge in the bedroom.

Death Wish Lose by Benson Boone insight to Jake's feelings about Bradley.

Jake takes a stripper pole class to surprise Bradley for their tenth wedding anniversary.

Trick or Treat with Nixie!

#percysaidnever #trick or treat with nixie #nixie answers #ask nixie things #if anyone wants to take one or more off my hands #PLEASE DO SO!!!#sereshaw #hangster #or if you wanna come scream at me in DMs about these #do so!#i'm awkward as fuck 💙💙💙

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jakekazansky · 1 day ago

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WIP TAG GAME!!!

Tagged by @nixie-deangel @psuedochakra

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. Ships for each fic are listed in ().

Lindt chocolate beast (slice)

Weekend at grandvipers (slice)

Pink pony club stripper au (RTC and javy/jake)

Javyjake stripper au meeting (RTC)

Blue angel Bradley / er nurse Jake (hangster)

Prodigy Jake au (javy/jake)

5 times Jake talks about his dads and the one time the daggers meet them (javy/jake and RTC)

Stripper au ideas I haven’t started writing yet (RTC) (eventual javy/jake/bradley)

Four felons (no ship except Suki/Tej but it’s super background)

The care and keeping of an angry orange cat (slider/merlin)

A chicken for Christmas (RTC)

Pretty Little Thing extended universe (Hollywolfhang)

Seal au fic ideas I haven’t started writing yet (slice and beau/jake)

(RTC) refers to Chris seresin/ron kerner/tom kazansky ship where they are Jake’s parents. Chris seresin is the OC of @oh-surprise-its-me and they have been lovely letting me use him for my fics

Tagging @flyingfightingfishy @caystar13star @torchflies @tgmsunmontue and anyone else who wants to participate!!

#ask game #wip ask game #please ask me about these #I wanna talk about them so bad

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familiarstale · 1 month ago

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Sibling Bonding Through Petty Crime

The best way for two fusion eclipses to bond

Under a Read More because it's over 3k words.

Both of them are ask/rp characters here, just be warned I can go from replying a few minutes after you to several months later

reblogs are allowed and heavily encouraged as they help a lot

“Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex is now closed. Initiating nighttime protocols.”

As the closing message played over the speakers, a large shutter creaked down over the front doors. All the people had left: the perfect time for Jigsaw to sneak back out without having to worry about being caught. And he had the perfect thing he wanted to do too.

Making sure his emotional support sword was tucked securely into the ruffled ribbons around his waist, the fusion eclipse darted down the hall. He ducked under some security cameras and waited for others to pan away before continuing. He figured he’d be nice and give less work for the young security bot to have to edit out. As a treat.

They were quiet, other than the bells on their shoes and new tail – something the fusioned bot was still getting used to. Specially since it often moved on its own. Something it started to do, wagging quickly, once he spotted the very bot he was looking for; bells now jingling much louder.

“Nixy!” Jigsaw called to the shorter fusion eclipse, sprinting over. The new tail wagged happily on its own.

The smaller robot’s rays drooped slightly, and he forced a grin. “Hi Ru…err, did you need something?”

Jigsaw nodded, rays twitching with the movement. “I do! You! We’re going to sibling bond!” He pulled the shorter bot into a side-hug, ignoring the other’s startled squeak and squirm of protest. “What do you say?”

“Bonding how…?” the uncertainty clear in Phoenix’s voice.

“You’ll see!” was the only response. He even booped the younger bot on the nose before he started heading off, pulling him along.

Nixy groaned in frustration but decided to just humour him. The taller bot had been on his best behaviour lately. So really, how bad could it be?

…

“We can’t leave the Plex, Jigsaw!”

The two were standing at the emergency exit that led up to the roof. Jigsaw bounced on his legs, tail wagging behind him.

“Are you worried about the tracking chip? I know how to take those out – I’ve done it for myself. Here, turn around. I’ll take yours out….” Jigsaw had him by the shoulders and already started guiding the shorter bot into a turn.

Phoenix squeaked in surprise, followed by a grumble. He didn’t like this, but they were only heading to the roof… and it’s not like Nixy was an angel. He’d broken a few stupid rules himself. He stood still while the taller eclipse opened a panel and slipped out a tiny chip. He couldn’t help the small shudder at the feeling of something being removed from his body. It didn’t hurt – it just felt … weird. Once the panel was closed again, Nixy turned back around to the taller eclipse, crossed his arms and glared in annoyance. “Alright. And now what?”

“First things first!” Jigsaw walked back away from the door, just far enough to flick the tracker chip onto a passing staff bot as it rolled by. “There. Now it’ll just seem like you were doing random patrolling! I’m a good big brother!” He went back to the door, patting Phoenix on the head, then opened the door and went out on the roof. They held the door open with their tail for Nix to follow.

Phoenix exhaled with a huff, then following Jigsaw out into the night air. His eyes and tail-tip glowed in the darkness. "You're a pain in the butt sometimes, y'know?" His annoyance dissipated as he took in the outside. This was amazing! There were so many stars. He could occasionally glimpse stars through windows, but being under them, without walls or glass – they seemed endless. His eyes sparkled as a look of childlike wonder spread across his face. Nixy started trying to find some of the constellations he’d seen in Moon’s books.

A low whistle made the shorter bot jump and pull his eyes away from the sky. Looking around he spotted Jigsaw climbing down the fire escape ladder. Nixy rushed over. “What are you doing?! I thought we were just coming out on the roof!” Jigsaw looked up at Nixy with a grin and kept climbing down, rung by rung, tiny metallic clinks the only sound. The shorter bot let out an unhappy whine. He couldn’t just let Jigsaw go off on his own. With great reluctance, Nixy turned around, reached out with a tentative foot, connected with the first rung and started down the ladder as well.

By the time Phoenix reached the bottom, Jigsaw was already there, waiting, his own eyes and wrists glowing in the dark. “Great! Let’s go!” whispered Jigsaw. “STAY CLOSE and run only where I run. Avoid noisy things. Follow my lead. If I duck, YOU duck!” And with that the taller bot sprinted off, away from the Mega Pizzaplex.

“Wha – WHERE?!” Nixy ran after Jigsaw with a small whimper. If they were caught, they would be in SO MUCH trouble…

He had to struggle to keep up with Jigsaw. Nix had never been out of the Plex before. He could not risk getting lost.

The taller fusion eclipse took care to not let them be spotted. He ran as silently as possible – avoiding kicking into cans, bottles and other roadside trash – and ducked down behind parked cars if he saw the gleam from a pair of headlights or heard the roar of an engine. Jigsaw was pretty good at this: they had to duck down twice. Both times, he motioned frantically with one hand, behind him, and glanced back after he was hidden. The first time he was worried about Nix, but when Nix also dove behind a parked car, and then did it the second time too, Jigsaw relaxed. A little. Both times, he checked very carefully around before sprinting off again.

Continuing like this, the pair were soon in the gloom behind a string of stores. Phoenix was on edge. He was looking around; left and right, behind him, left and right again, nervously fidgeting with his fingers. “Alright, we went on a run, now we should really head back! We shouldn’t be out of the Plex like this!”

Jigsaw’s grin fell as he noticed just how anxious the shorter robot was. His rays twitched up and down. “Hey Nixy – it’s ok! I’m not gunna get you in trouble! That’s not how we’re sibling bonding.” He put a hand on the shorter bot’s shoulder and gave it a small squeeze.

“Then why are we out here???!”

“Because!” the British bot started, “I had to get you out of there, to snap you out of the ‘Good Little Bot’ work and best behaviour mindsets! You don’t owe anyone anything out here!” He gestured around them with one of his arms and pulled Nixy into a side-hug with the other. “You can be yourself out here!”

Phoenix was still hesitant, but that did make some sense. Looking around, he didn’t see any of the security cameras that littered the Plex. “Fine... and what are we doing out here…?”

Jigsaw let go of Nixy to reach down and picked up a rather large rock. “Just a little bit of fun!” He tossed the rock up and caught it a few times – and then threw it through the window of one of the stores, shattering the glass. An alarm sounded almost right away.

Phoenix tugged at his own rays. “Jigsaw!! Jesus Christ!”

Jigsaw, however, sprinted over to the store and reached in through the broken window. He felt all along on the inside, reaching toward the nearby door, swiping here and there, searching for the lock.

Whining in frustration, Nix rushed forward and used Jigsaw as a makeshift stool up to the window. If this was happening, might as well not get caught and probably scrapped. He knocked in more of the glass so he could fit into the hole. The shards scattered onto the floor, tinkling alarmingly. Once his tail vanished into the inside shadows, all was still for about 10 seconds, and then the alarm shut off and the door opened. Nix glared up at the taller fusion eclipse. “I hate you so much…”

Jigsaw, however, had a wide and pleased grin. His tail wagged in delight. “Well done, Nixy! C’mon, let’s grab something and get out of here!” Patting the shorter bot on the head, he went inside and began looking through various candy items, from gummies to chocolates, trying to decide what he wanted. He used his glowing wrists to see what was available. “C’mon Nix! I know you love candy!~” he called out, in a sing-song tune.

Phoenix shot him a heated glare. However, …. they were already inside; it WAS candy and it’s not like Nix had never stolen anything before… With a sigh, the shorter bot began walking around the darkened store. He switched on his night vision and grabbed a single bag of hard fruit-flavoured candy. He then waited until Jigsaw was finished.

Which didn’t take too long. The taller eclipse soon slipped out the door, holding his haul.

Nixy looked around, planning his next move. He grabbed the one bag of candy he had taken and threw it out the window. He then piled up boxes just behind the shattered window, doing his best to cover up the hole. Then he adjusted the door lock to engage when the door was closed, and then reset the alarm. He had maybe 10 seconds til the alarm would activate. He then slipped back out the half-opened door and quietly clicked it closed.

Once out, he picked his candy bag up and ran.

Jigsaw darted after him. The pair only stopped once they were far enough away and in another patch of darkness, away from even streetlights. “What did you go and do that for?”

“So it looked closed! And hopefully won’t get robbed again. Well, not tonight anyway.” Phoenix huffed in irritation. “We did your little thievery adventure – can we go home now?”

Jigsaw instead sat down on the grass and patted the spot next to him.

Nixy sighed and sat next to the taller eclipse.

Jigsaw opened one of the bags he’d snatched. “I know you still don’t like me. I just wanted to bond a little without the stress of being in the Plex.”

Phoenix opened the bag he had grabbed and sucked on one of the hard candies. “What did you want to know...?” he asked, around the candy.

The taller bot shook his head. “I’m not after information! Just a chat, just a bit of getting to know you, a little. I live here now – it’d be nice to not be hated by one of my new brothers.”

“Well, a good start would not be tricking me into breaking rules!”

Jigsaw snickered. “Fair… fair… but – if I had said ‘Hey, let’s have a little chat?’ how long would it have been until you made an excuse to walk away? Saying you had to go on patrol, hmm?” He crinkled open a wrapper and popped one of his own pieces of candy into his mouth.

Phoenix couldn’t respond. He looked away. Jigsaw was right. There was no doubt in his mind, at all, that if they were still within the walls of the Pizzaplex, he’d have made an excuse to leave within a few minutes. Instead of answering, Nixy continued to suck on the candy, looking off into the distance. Sometimes, he glanced up too. SO MANY STARS. A mild breeze was making leaves rustle. The night sky had uncountable pinpricks of bright white light.

“… Sooooo! I thought this was the best way! I know you like candy, I know you’ve stolen before-”

Nixy’s head spun around to stare at the other eclipse with wide eyes. “How do you know about that?!”

Jigsaw blinked, and then grinned. “I didn’t, until just now~.” He snickered while Nixy groaned, burying his face in his knees. “What did you steal?”

The shorter bot grumbled quietly, then lifted his head from his knees. “…. You know my beanbag chair? The one I don’t let anyone touch?” Jigsaw nodded. “… I took that from a staff-only room on my first solo-patrol.”

Jigsaw snorted a laugh, which soon turning into a full-on cackle. “That’s amazing! Ohhhh Gods I wish I had come here sooner, so I could have seen the fallout from that!” He wiped a non-existent tear from one of his eyes.

Phoenix rolled his own eyes, though a thought soon came to him. Seeing as Jigsaw had insisted on bonding… “… I know you told Sunny and Moony all this, but where did you actually come from, to get here?”

The laughter died down. “Another dimension,” Jigsaw said, flatly. He lapsed into silence.

Phoenix glared. “Yeah I got THAT part! You came barrelling in like a bat outta hell showing that the … Marvel Multiverse thing is ACTUALLY a THING. But I’m asking where you’re from.” It was Jigsaw’s turn to look away, fidgeting with his wrist ribbons. “Nu uh. You wanted to sibling bond. You can’t just shut down when I actually try to.”

Jigsaw sighed, still looking down at his ribbons. “No, you’re right.” He glanced at Nix and then turned back to his ribbons. “It was a dimension pretty similar to this one, actually. And I had a role pretty close to yours, if I’m honest.” He let out a dry chuckle. “I’d… rather not go into all the details but let’s just say something bad happened and that the place became a living hell.” He fell quiet, though after a few moments of silence he added, “… It was a robot uprising. … It’s why I don’t laugh along when Moony jokes about starting one here.”

The shorter bot stared at him. “Is that why you also have …that?” He gestured to the sword still tucked into Jigsaw’s waist ruffles.

Jigsaw glanced down and then nodded. “It is. It’s also why I had … less than savory games I liked to play.”

The pair fell quiet again, until Phoenix broke the silence. “I guess I can understand why you were so aggressive when you first showed up, if you had just escaped a place like that.”

Jigsaw grimaced in guilt, his rays retracting. “Well... I hadn’t JUST escaped my home dimension. But it was a defence mechanism! I went to another place first. It was nice. I did try to fit in. But no matter what, anything and everything I tried was never… right. So I left, and ended up here.” They hesitated, and then added, “I’ll go into more detail another time. I’m just… not ready. I know I said I wanted to sibling bond, but, not just yet, on all of that other stuff. If it’s alright.”

Phoenix nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine! But I am eventually gunna wanna know more. About where you were in the uprising, where you went next, all that.”

Jigsaw let out a soft chuckle and nodded. “Of course! Of course! Going down THAT memory lane – I just need to be uh … more prepared for it.” He reached into one of his bags and grabbed another sweet. The wrapper crinkled. “Is there anything else you wanted to ask?”

The shorter bot thought a bit. Most of his questions revolved around the weird eclipse’s past – which Jigsaw didn’t want to talk about very much. Despite wanting to Sibling Bond. “Uhhh… I guess not.”

Jigsaw fidgeted with his ribbons. Hesitated. “I … I did want to have a bonding. And then here I am, shutting you out... Specially after practically dragging you out of the Plex, for a night of burglary… How about this. If it’s a question I just can’t answer right now, I won’t, but I’ll try to open up, alright?” He turned to look at Nix.

Phoenix wasn’t expecting that, and his rays twitched with delighted surprize. “Thank you!” His tail swished behind him while he thought about what he wanted to ask. “You said your original role was similar to mine – you were a security bot?”

“Not to your extent, but in a way. I didn’t watch security cameras, or go on patrols. But I would come out during an emergency and escort children to safety.” Jigsaw let out a sigh. “I do miss that part sometimes, if I’m honest. But then again after everything, everything I’ve done… I wouldn’t really trust myself around kids again.”

Nixy hesitated before asking, “Those games you claimed you liked to play – did you really play them?”

Jigsaw nodded. “I haven’t for quite some time now – but I did. I did…”

Phoenix swallowed. He was starting to see why Jigsaw didn’t exactly want to open up about things, if he really did used to play games like Stab And Seek, or Keep Two Lose One… “When, uh… when’s your birthday?”

The taller fusion wasn’t expecting the sudden change in topic and had started to brace himself for another difficult question. Instead, he found himself giggling. “July 25th, when’s yours?”

“December 21st!” Nixy couldn’t help but to wag his tail happily at that.

Jigsaw paused and checked his internal calander. The Plex had closed at midnight. Now, it was officially the next day. “Why – I do believe that’s today. Happy birthday.”

The smaller bot’s tail wagged a little faster, thwacking the ground behind them. Would he prefer to be back home, not having just broken into a candy store? Yes. But he did love being wished a happy birthday. He knew his code-related brothers would do something later today for him and was also excited about that. “Thanks!” After a few more moments, Phoenix noticed Jigsaw was watching him with an amused half-grin. Nixy’s tail slowed a little. “What?”

Jigsaw shook his head. “Nothing really – you just remind me of myself. Before things happened.” He snorted, reaching over to pat the shorter bot – and then playfully tugged Nix’s nightcap further down over his head, earning a startled squeak. “C’mon. Let’s head back. I’m sure you’re antsy enough about being out.”

Phoenix readjusted his hat and nodded eagerly. He very much wanted to return to the Plex. Before he could say anything, though, Jigsaw gently shoved his own and Nix’s candy bags into the shorter bot’s hands, then lifted him onto his shoulders. Nix squeaked again. “Wha- hey!”

“I spent many years outside a Plex. I know what everything out here looks like. You just enjoy yourself, looking around.” Jigsaw held onto Phoenix’s legs to keep the younger bot from falling off.

Phoenix stayed quiet and looked up at the black night sky as Jigsaw started walking back. It was now well after 2am. No more cars on the road. If there were any drivers still out, they’d be too tired, and just focused on getting where they were going, to notice two robots walking along. Still though, Jigsaw kept to the darkest paths. Phoenix kept his eyes on the sky. It seemed to go on forever. There were so many stars. And the moon itself seemed bright as a spotlight. “That’s what Moony’s named after – but it’s the real one, right?”

“Mhm! Pretty, isn’t it?”

“It is… Do you think Moony’s ever seen it himself?”

Jigsaw let out a small laugh. “Absolutely. With how much he hates the rules I wouldn’t be surprised if he snuck out all the time – maybe even a few times a night.” He let out a soft sigh. “I wish my own Moon could have gotten to see it.”

Nix looked down at Jigsaw. It made sense the other fusion eclipse had his own Sun and Moon. “What were they like?”

Jigsaw cast his gaze down but continued walking back to the Plex. “They had the same jobs as the ones here, though my Sunnie never taught himself how to repair things on his own. If he had to be active down in Parts and Service, Moonie and I would keep talking to him the entire time. Otherwise, if it didn’t matter who was active, I’d always volunteer to be the one out instead of them. If my Moonie noticed someone was upset, even if they weren’t a child, he would try to comfort them.” He lapsed back into silence.

“… You don’t have to answer it – but, what happened to them?”

Jigsaw flinched. “I killed them.” Nix gasped. “I’d rather not say more, but …it wasn’t my choice. I didn’t want to, and I wish, every day, I didn’t have to.”

“I’m sorry…”

Jigsaw didn’t respond, he just patted on of Phoenix’s legs.

Once they got back to Pizzaplex, Jigsaw set Nix down and took the candy bags back. “I got these, you use both hands on the ladder.” Shifting the bags to one arm, he waited until Nix started climbing back up, then began to move quietly, hand over hand, candy tucked under one arm and held to his side. As soon as they were on the roof again, Jigsaw handed Phoenix back his bag of candy.

Phoenix hesitated, tapping his mismatched blue and orange fingers on the crinkly bag. “We don’t have to head back in right away. We could probably sit out here and talk more. Maybe you could point out some constellations?”

The taller bot’s face lit up. Phoenix wanted to spend more time with him! He looked around and settled onto the roof. The shorter bot sat down too. Jigsaw put an arm around his adoptive younger brother.

“You know what, Nixy, the best way to see the stars is…” He laid back, and looked up, “…like this.”

Nixy settled back too, candy forgotten, and stared up at the endless sky.

Jigsaw pointed to a cluster of stars. “Do you see those four that look a bit squarish and some bright ones leading away?”

Phoenix followed Jigsaw’s finger. He observed the stars for a moment before nodding. They looked familiar. He knew that was a constellation from one of the books, but he was drawing a blank on which one it was… “That’s one of the spoon ones…”

Jigsaw let out a snort. “The Big Dipper.”

“I was close!” Nixy kept his gaze on the black velvety sky. “Point out more please!”

“Sure thing, little brother.”

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nixie-writes · 3 months ago

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Requests, Commissions + Rules

Please note that until otherwise stated, I am on mobile (I’m borrowing a friend’s laptop to write this) and my answers may not be as long and complicated as you’d like. I’ll try to make them good though. This rewrite of my rules sheet will be pinned so everyone who visits my page can see my rules if they’re interested.

Please DNI if you’re a kink blog, under 18, a sexual RP blog or here to drop spoilers. I will block you.

Request/Commission Rules -I have the right to turn down a request or commission if it makes me uncomfortable (see below for things I won’t write) -please be as detailed as possible for what you want. Gender, characters, setting etc. I need to know everything so I can deliver well. What I WILL Write: -fluff, angst, minor gore, canon ships, fandom ships, oc x canon ships What I Will NOT Write -sh, sa, sexual experiences, sex altogether, underage romantic ships, drug use, Valentino doing anything other than being set on fire Characters I WILL Write For:

Characters in the Hazbin universe I’m willing to write for are Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Lucifer, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox, Velvette, Rosie, Carmilla, Zestial, Adam, Lute, Saint Peter, Emily and Sera. Characters in the Hellavu universe I’m willing to write for are Blitz, Millie, Moxxie, M&M, Loona, Stolas, Verosika, Fizzarolli, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Mammon, Barbie Wire and Striker. What I Will NOT Write For: I will not write any little/caregiver stuff, nothing romantic or sexual with an underage character/reader (think of Octavia for example) and absolutely no smut. COMMISSIONS Please read above to see what I will and will not write. If you’re interested in more than headcanons this is for you. Each page is $3, no limit to the number of pages. Please refer to the rules and characters to see what I’ll write, and if you have questions hit up my ask box. Example

https://www.tumblr.com/nixie-writes/766110414618722304/a-super-long-overdue-commission-for?source=share More examples to come when I get more commissions.

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ew-slackoffs-au · 4 months ago

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MEET THE ARTIST

About my au

Like it's stated this is an au, so if you're looking for Canon story art this is not the place :/ There will be things included in the au that happened in the episodes/videos but overall I'm just kinda doing my own thing for now lmao.

So to sum up the au, it takes place a few years after they got out of highschool, so they are all in their early 20's! Matt and Tom are staying with Edd just like in Canon but Tord moves in later on- I plan on doing comics and shit that explains the story a bit so if you'd like then stick around!

I also want to put a couple of disclaimers-

I use hella references for the Eddsworld art styles, like screenshots from the episodes/videos(I think the main one I draw in is Paul's art style, but correct me if I'm wrong)

There will be ships included in the au so if you don't like that either again my blog isn't for you.

I will put warnings on my posts and tag them! Just in case some people don't want to see nudity, gore art, or anything like that!

If I think of more then I'll add them here but for now that's all I got :/

Cover art

Character Refsheets

Main characters

Edd

Tom

Matt

Tord

Paul

Patryck

Tori

Background Characters

The neighbors

Oc's in the au

My ocs/Millie & Lance

Brother's oc/Rory

Friend's oc/Nixie

The oc's that are linked here are just gonna be characters that you'll see in the background dw they aren't a big part of the au

Comic links

Au introduction

Epilogue

Chapter 1

Part 1

DNI list, my boundaries, and commission info down below-

Dni list!

Proshippers/Toxic shippers, Zoophiles,

Homophobes, Transphobes, Ableists,

Fujoshis, Racists, Really any kind of bigotry,

Dreamsmp & Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss fans,

Fetish artists, and lastly Ai supporters.

My boundaries-

Do not repost my art without my permission or without credit(reblogs are fine obviously)

Do not spam like my posts, seriously it's annoying and I'll probably block you

No random criticism please it's rude and if I want criticism then I'll ask for it(this goes for my art and my writing)

Please don't randomly make sexual comments towards me or my art, just because I'm over 18 does not mean I'm comfortable with it. I'm aroace and it generally weirds me out especially if I don't know you

Don't randomly vent in my comments or anything

Art requests and questions are always open as long as they are related to my au! (Unless I specify otherwise) So go wild! Just don't be weird

If you do fanart of my au designs don't be afraid to tag me! I want to see it🙏

For commissions I can only take payments through Cash App at the moment

#masterlist #masterpost #ew slack offs au

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poetpony6890 · 3 months ago

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Drunken words, Sober thoughts

“Why would you allow him to drink that much?!” Alden exclaimed, watching as Ash shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh do not give me that shit. Who were you drinking with?” Alden asked, as Kit kept heaving into the bucket placed behind the sea creature covered panel, although it did not provide much privacy as everyone watched.

“Matais and Altair.” Ash replied, seeing no point in lying as neither of the two could kept their mouths shut.

“Where?” Alden asked, soothing the silk fabric of Kits traditional nixie drape, which had recently come into fashion with the arrival of a new king, they called them flows, as they hung off each limb of the body.

“In the woods.” Ash answered, moving towards the vanity that used to be Adaons to look at himself.

“Bullshit.” Alden declared, as Kit heaved once more into the wooden bucket.

“In the tent.” Ash muttered, Alden threw up his hands as Kit threw up his breakfast.

“Why would you go in there?! That was the one place Kieran told you not to go!” Alden scolded.

As Ash blandly ignored him and fixed his fabric in the mirror, the wooden door to the fae lantern lit room swung. In came both Denaruis, dressed in a flow as well, maroon and ebony and Kieran.

Since becoming King, the thing that has changed the most about the youngest son was his appearance, he had sunned the thought of how he had been dressed before, descended from years of cruelty, he had switched out the three piece ensemble that everyone had seen his father wear, and now regarded as a nixie head, an ivory and azure stained flow with a matching pair of opal earrings, and a stunning necklace.

His hair had even grown twice as long, now reaching the end of his shoulders, this time more wavy than ever.

“What is the matter?” He asked, coming around to the opposite side of the panel, bending down beside his nephew, ruffling Ashes silver blond hair well passing, who adjusted the ruby gem in the centre of his chest.

“Drinking is the matter.” Alden stated clearly, as Denaruis moved over to the large than normal round.

Not only had the fashion of the courts changed, but also the decor, Kierans first thought as King was to demolish the awful marble chairs that he had been informed no one had the guts to tell his father they did not like with a silver hanging chair, with handmade pillows, soft cushions and a table in the central.

“Who with?” Kieran asked, as Ash called Denaruis over with his hands to sit with him, bringing Adaons brush.

“Altair. In the tent.” Alden stated, as he got up and joined his honorary nephew and his brother.

“Are you fucking-?!” Kieran started.

“I love him so much and he hates me because I’m a dog murder!!” Kit suddenly came to.

“Ty?” Ash asked, who was now playing a game of cards with his uncles, which he always seemed to lose.

“It was just a dog.” Kieran stated, as the door to the room opened once more hastily as his mother came in.

“We replaced the dog.” Alden declared, slamming his cards down on the table and collecting his winnings.

She rushed over with a handfuls of fabric, bending next to the bucket and holding them out for Kieran to look over, as she did so she realized Kit was still heaving. She leaned down beside him and brushed his soft blond hair aside to avoid the vomit.

“It wasn’t just a dog. I yelled at him!” Kit cried as Thea slipped the sleeves of his vomit soaked flow off him.

“So, you yelled at him?” Alden questioned, shuffling the painted cards.

“He probably hates me!” Kit kept going, as Thea stood up and slid over to the wardrobe that had been a welcoming gift from the new kings many subjects, who upon seeing what he was capable of, wished to be.

“Why do you care so much about him? He is just a shadow hunter.” Denaruis asked, looking at his cards.

“Because I love him!” Kit sobbed, as Kieran stood but and moved over to his wooden wash table.

No one commented as Kieran pressed a cloth to his face to remove the mess, then Thea came behind him and slid an embroidered nightgown over his head, then down to his legs, helping him stand up on his feet.

“Do you love him or do you think to love you have to be in such pain?” Alden questioned, placing a card.

As Kieran helped him onto his bed, tucked him under the blankets, he wondered what the answer would be.

“No more drinking.” Kieran declared as he left the bed and joined his brothers on the floating seat.

After a few tosses and turns, the door opening and closing as Thea set out on her latest trend, Basil came in to gamble with a handful of coins, and finally General Winter came in to check on Kit, who he had watched try and keep up with Altair the alcoholic. He brassed his hand over Kits forehead, who glared at him.

“I helped him raise his sister from the dead.” Kit muttered, Winter leaned down to hear him.

“What do you mean you helped raise his sister from the dead?!” He shouted, Kieran and Alden whipped around.

“You raised his sister from the dead, what is wrong with you!!” Kieran shouted, swinging from his seat.

“I love him, Kieran.” Kit stated, as his uncle came and folded his knees in front of him.

“I know you do. What made you believe you had to do that?” Kieran wondered.

“Because he asked me to.” Kit whispered, looking deeply into Kierans saddened slate eyes.

From the seat, Ash swung off and came to join the two on the bed but not before removing his dirty boots.

“If he asked you do shoot yourself in the head would you do it?” Kieran asked, holding up the blanket for Ash

“If it saves him.” Kit muttered, Kieran shook his head disapprovingly, as Ash laid next to his brother.

As both Alden and Denaruis came over, Kit was certain he would shoot him self in the head for Ty. Tiberius.

“You must reflect for a moment on that thought, surely you would not go to such lengths for someone who would not even visit you well you here cooped up with those faceless freaks.” Denaruis shamed.

Yet on of those very same freaks had allowed him into his house, his life, his heart and he had packed up and left with the very same people he had been protecting him from long before he was born.

“He was going through a hard time.” Kit cleared, as Alden came to the left of him and soothed his head.

“When people go through a hard time they drink. When people change the foundations of their futures, they become someone else. Someone you may not know.” Winter declared, coming beside Kieran, who held Ashes hand as he fished with the rings on his fingers.

“I do know him.” Kit stated, relaxing into Alden’s hand as he messaged his scalp with his soft fingers.

“You have an unclear version of love I believe. People who love you would not ask for you to do such things.” Kieran stated, Kit thought back to the many times he had wished for love in that lonely house, waiting.

“I know what love is, I’m not stupid.” Kit shot, gazing his drunken eyes over the tapestry of animals over him.

“I did not say you were, Scoldia. What does love mean to you, in your heart? Have you ever felt it?” Kieran asked, as Winter watched Ash glare at Kit, Kit glare at the ceiling, Alden glare at Denaruis and Denaruis at him

“A lot more than you have.” Kit shot, Kieran, already a tad impatient, took a breath before losing it.

“You think so? Do you think love is being left for dead with a pack of wolves, do you think love is being locked in a house with no key? As a prince at a top of a tower you are. You have no context of love because you have never had it. Love is not leaving you alone for weeks because they could not deal with you. Being forced to take pictures in the bath, to be seen nude as a statue. Thrown against walls, punched in your jaw,burned with cigarettes where the eye does not meet, beaten with a belt until your back was raw at your refusal. Some people are not capable of love, Kit. If you had ever been given any you would know this.” Kieran finished, trying to raise his alarmed voice.

“We needed money.” Kit breathed as he turned into the feathered pillow beneath his head.

“You needed a father.” Kieran murmured, shaking his head.

“You need a father.” Kit drunkenly answered.

“I killed my father and for good reason.” Kieran stated, as Denaruis nodded in agreement.

“Well, I didn’t kill my dad. We aren’t the same.” Kit shoot.

“You didn’t have to. His vileness still seaps within you.” Kieran spat, standing from the bed back to the seat.

“I could say the same for you.” Kit argued, causing Ash to slap his shoulder slightly and Alden to back up.

“If you wish for me to say that I am an awful fae so be it. I am awful, I am vile, I am mean. I am aware of my actions, I have never claimed to deny them. I murdered my father, the father of my brothers. I would never go back and change what I have done. He was an absolute horrid man, an abusive father and an awful king. Every night I go to bed with the information that I have done it for the better.

Same goes for slitting Erecs neck open, I would do it every day over, because although they may not live forever, the memory of it will in my mind. I did not do it for just myself, I have done it for every one of the members of my tower, who have insured his rein. I have found them inner justice as I hope you can as well. Do not let your upbringing affect who you will become, because I know in my soul that you are much more than a monster, a dealer, a snake, an informant. If you never see yourself as more, you will never be more.”

“But that’s all I know, what if I’m not good at anything else?” What if that is all I’m ever going to be?”Kit asked, allowing his eyes to glaze over with the wine.

“You must stop thinking about who you were and start thinking of who you are.” Alden cleared.

“I don’t know who I am.” Kit hushed, looking towards his elder uncle as his eyes glazed over into sleep.

“You will find out as we all do, through error. I did not become General over a night. You must fail before you succeed. We will find a way to rid you of the ghosts of your pasts.” Winter cleared, as Kit remained silent.

“Why were you drinking to begin with?” Kieran asked, now turning to face Ash.

“He wished to, I simply came along. I did not drink.” Ash verbalized, as Kieran rolled his dark eyes.

“Why did he wish to drink?” Kieran questioned, forming a pleasant dream in his hands for his nephew.

“It ‘tis all he has ever known.” Ash muttered, leaning into Kits chest and falling asleep same as him.

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sootyships · 4 months ago

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Part 1 | Part 10 | Part 11 (you're here) | Part 12 (TBA)

Mer!Sun & reader | 0.9k words

Mirrored on Ao3 >>HERE<<

If you're going to indulge Sun’s and Moon’s curiosity—and yours—you need to know what you're getting into.

So, you type in "human waterfolk romance" into your browser and all but roll your eyes out of their sockets when the top results point to Archive Of Our Own and Wattpad. Of course. "Human waterfolk relationship" gives something more sensible, such as a website detailing the topic in Irish folklore.

Sensible, but not exactly helpful.

You keep looking, skim through the Wikipedia article on waterfolk, and eventually stumble upon r/SleepingWithFishes, a "subreddit focused on waterfolk and their relationships with humans".

Well, in the name of research...

You click through and start scrolling. Someone has boosted a recent news article by the local broadcasting company on a juvenile mer drowning in some neglectful human's old, illegal type of fishing net. Another post is an analysis on the possible real-world inspirations of The Little Mermaid and an earlier fairy tale from the same era, Undine. Another user has shared a selfie—the faces blurred—where one of the individuals in the image is clearly a mer.

"Why don't merpeople have to pay taxes?" wonders someone. "If a mer eats fish fingers, is that cannibalism?" Har har. "Where can I see a mer?" Topic locked by mods as against the rules. "Can you get pregnant from swimming in the same lake as waterfolk?" Comical. "Benefits of waterfolk to local ecosystems". You open that in another tab; it could be interesting. "Are waterfolk nixies?" "Should waterfolk be registered?" "Does compulsory education not apply to merfolk?" And so on.

You hesitate, then type "dating" into the search bar.

"Is it bestiality to date merpeople?" asks one user. How promising. Among this crowd, the answer is a resounding fuck no. "Adult waterfolk pass the Harkness test!" one commenter points out. Very scientific. "My son claims to be in a relationship with a mermaid, should I be worried?" asks a concerned mother. "Problems when dating waterfolk?" Relevant to your interests. "I'm married to a mer. AMA." How?!?

You read your fill and, armed with newfound knowledge(?), march to the dock and go for a swim. Before long, Sun's face pops up right in front of you.

"Sunny!" you exclaim and the next thing you know he's hugging you.

"Friend! You were right!" He squeezes you and rubs his cheek against yours. "You give such good advice!"

You squeeze him back. "Oh, it really went well?" You ask and pull back a little so you can look at him.

He releases you right away and gives you more space—more than you need—grabbing at his cheeks instead. "Yes! At least, I think so?"

"I'm so happy for you!" you exclaim and all but squee, pushing aside any feelings you may or may not be having about being just a plaything for him and Moon. It's fine! You can just have fun with your friend; Sun doesn't need to have serious intentions about you.

Already having an idea about their track record when it comes to communicating, though, you better keep them posted about each other's movements around yourself. "Oh, I talked with Moon last night. He was behaving okay." You wrinkle your nose. "Flirty, though."

"Oh." Sun wrings his hands. "He didn't make you uncomfortable, right?" he asks.

You shake your head. "No, no. I'm not sure how I feel about it but—he was okay. Didn't creep me out, or anything." At least not enough to warrant mention. It doesn't seem like a good moment to sic Sun on Moon for anything minor.

"Good. That's good", Sun says. He carefully reaches for your hand and when you offer it to him, he brings it to his cheek and nuzzles into it.

Cute.

You two spend the day playing in the water and ripping up more pondweed. The section of the shore adjacent to the lot is actually becoming pondweed-free, with Sun diving up the plants with their roots and all. Together, you accumulate a respectable pile on the dock. Before you exit the water to carry the pondweed to the compost, Sun leans in and flicks his tongue against your cheek before diving and swimming off.

"Um?" you ask the empty air and instinctively wipe your fingers across your cheek to check for residue. There's none that can be distinguished from the water already on your skin, of course. Okay, whatever. Time to haul this pile of pondweed to the compost.

As you carry the last armful to the compost frame next to the outhouse, Sun calls your name. You spot him waving at you out on the lake.

"I caught you a whitefish!" He lifts a very large fish out of the water with both hands. You stare.

"Holy shit." You throw the armful of pondweed into the compost pile and gesture for Sun to swim to the dock as you head down the path.

"Friend?" Sun calls, more hesitantly.

"Yeah!" You call back. "That's amazing! Come over to the dock?"

"Oh!" he exclaims and dives.

He's already waiting for you when you walk onto the dock. He all but vibrates in excitement as you offer him the fish corf to store the fish.

You have to ask. "Where do you get these huge whitefish? We've thought they'd all died off or something—Thank you, by the way."

Sun smiles brightly up at you from the water. "There aren't many but I want to feed you well!"

"Yeah, uh—thank you. That's—thoughtful. I appreciate it", you flounder. It’s true, but his candidness remains jarring. You could ask about his motivations but—even still—you'd cringe out of your skin if you were mistaken.

#mer dca #dca fandom #dca community #mer sun #dca x reader #sun x reader #dca x y/n #dca x you #divider: saradika-graphics #whitelake's boys

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