#behold: my fingers and my friend's plants

[marlynnofmany]

Can you see the seeds popping everywhere at the slightest touch? I love those little weeds. I absolutely had to base something alien on them.

And then I had to let Hubcap the robot try to prune some while on camera. It went well. Much like the rest of the book!

[strwbwrrybunny]

𝒮𝐻𝒰𝒯 𝒰𝒫 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝑅𝐼𝒟𝐸 ─── eren y. x connie s.

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

─ you're a car enthusiast aiming to win a race for some extra money, but the handsome guys next to you already intended to take the victory.what happens when you three bump heads?

content warning ˚୨୧⋆｡˚slutty writing, 18+

word count ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ 6k

parings ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ eren x connie x reader

the scorching heat slithered against your shimmering skin like a venomous snake, poised to overpower you. summer was by far your least favorite season.you fucking detested every aspect of it - the unsettling bugs, the pollen, and above all, the unbearable heat.

it came as a shock when your father informed you that the two of you would be relocating from alaska to los angeles. the contrast between the two places was stark. alaska's rugged coastline was a sight to behold, and you were disappointed when you arrived in flat los angeles. while it had its downsides, you would miss the beautiful glaciers, crystal clear lakes, and towering mountains.

your wandering mind returned to focus when a bright pink butterfly settled on your grimy hand, its wings fluttering softly. as you inspected it more intently, you noticed the sprinkling of black and white across her wings.and yes, you instinctively assumed she was a girl.

you softly called out to the insect, "hi baby." it appeared to examine the car oil on your hands before fluttering off, causing you to furrow your brows.

“rude ass butterfly.”

you turned back to your vehicle, your baby, your most valuable possession. a 2021 porsche taycan, you had it customized in hot pink, your favorite color. you had rescued mia—yes, you named your vehicle—from a collision. you’d invested numerous hours and a significant amount of money into reviving her.

she was your greatest achievement, adorned with blacked-out rims, 5% tint, a hello kitty-themed pink interior, and a hello kitty bumper sticker middle finger held high as it read, ‘if you're going to ride my ass, at least take me out for dinner first’

you were doing an oil change for mia. it was well needed seeing as you’d exceeded your mileage. you felt grateful to your father for consistently bringing you along to his mechanic job, even though you disliked it initially - with its loud, smelly, and grimy environment. however, as you kept accompanying him, you gradually developed an interest.

you observed your father working, and one day he’d noticed your feigning curiosity. he called you over and you’d listened as he talked about his techniques.

you learned quickly, and by the time you were sixteen, you had secured a position working alongside your father.

after you finished high school, it wasn't unexpected that the first thing you did was to obtain your certification in automobile service excellence. you landed a job at one of the busiest mechanic shops in town, and your wallet was definitely happy about it.

exhausted, you let out a deep sigh as you completed the task of changing the oil and lowered the car to the ground. the final step involved installing and removing the oil dipstick to check the oil level.

“damn, if i were lesbian i’d be swooning right now.���

peering over your shoulder,you smiled looking at your best friend aaliyah walking towards you, holding two refreshing cold glasses of lemonade. you've been besties since junior high and she's like a sister to you. after school, you both snagged a spot together.

“i think i could still pull you,” you sprouted a fake pout while wiping your greasy hands on a towel. once your hands were clean, you pulled her close, planting a kiss on her cheek with a mischievous grin. the lightskin girl felt her cheeks warm, stomach fluttering as she pushed you away.

“tease.”

“always.” you winked.

you couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh as you savored the flavor of your friend's homemade lemonade. it was the perfect balance of sweetness and tartness.

you had pleaded with her to share the recipe, but she always played the role of the mysterious chef, insisting that some secrets were meant to be kept.

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pink, scintillating bubbles piled up dangerously close to the edge of the bathtub, ready to overflow. the water had a tempting pink hue, which wasn't surprising considering the bath bomb you’d added was called "pinky pie".

a relaxed breath left your lips and leaned your head against the edge of the bathtub, feeling goosebumps on your skin as the cold metal made you shiver. without realizing it, you had sunk so low in the water that half of your face was covered by the foamy water, stopping just below your nose.

‘girls need love to’ playing quietly in the background.

the candles you lit beautifully contrasted with the dimmed lights, filling the room with a heavenly scent.

this was precisely what you fucking needed after a tough week: facing your ex, getting a drink thrown at you by an irate customer, and being dragged across the pavement when your great dane decided to chase a squirrel. and that was only half of your week.normally, you'd smoke to clear your mind, but you were flat out of weed and your plug was out of town.

just your luck.

you attempted to meditate and calm your thoughts, but the idea of coginating and being alone in your thoughts didn't sound the least bit satisfying. so here you were, endlessly browsing through tumblr: your eyes shifting from one explicit image to another. it was no secret that you'd been in a recent dry spell, not even your fling with armin could satisfy your naughty cravings.

if you were truly honest with yourself, he never did.

armin was too gentle, too soft. one fucking squeak from you and he was ready to stop, thinking he had hurt you. you enjoyed being taken roughly and aggressively, wanting to be called the vilest things. you craved a hand wrapped around your throat, choking until your lungs screamed for the sweet relief of air.

you desired to be put in your place and spanked until your ass stung. you liked armin, truly, but he wasn't satisfying you.

sure, you loved being cuddled and kissed, but it wasn't what you were looking for. yesterday , you went to his house looking for a release. he had you in doggy style for about two minutes before he was whining and cumming all over your back.

embarrassing.

your hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they slipped past your stomach and stopped at your tingling bud. just as you went to flick your finger across it a startling bang made you jump.

“omg! there’s a car meet in an hour and ony is taking me. you should definitely come! ony mentioned there would be some racing. you’d easily win with that death trap of yours.”

aaliyah burst through the bathroom door, yammering while her eyes remained glued to her phone, likely texting ony. ony was the embodiment of a man whore; he used his good looks and charisma to draw you in, only to string you along without any genuine intention of pursuing a real relationship. aaliyah and ony had been on-and-off since their freshman year of high school. every week it seemed as if they were at each others throat ,then lovey dovey the next.

countless times, you attempted to persuade your best friend to break up with him. you didn’t know what she saw in his narcissistic ass, and you made sure he knew how much you disliked him whenever he was around.

“okay, first of all, knock before you come in. secondly , i hate that nigga, so stop texting him. and third, my baby is not a death trap.”

aaliyah clicked her tongue and sat on the marble bathroom countertops,”ony is doing better y’know.maybe you’d see that if didn’t loath him.”

you scoffed,”weren’t you guys literally just arguing two days ago?”

“yeah but that was different!” she whined,crossing her arms.

“right.”

you had to admit a car show and racing did peek your interest, you got to gawk at hot guys and potentially walk away with five grand, you were so in. you figured you’d use that extra cash to add a couple more things to your car. you wanted to add pink heart shaped valve stem caps as well as a wing on the car,also pink of course.

it’d been almost a year since you last raced with your baby, remembering how stunned your opponents were that they’d gotten beaten by a girl in a fucking hello-kitty pink porsche.

men,and their fragile ass egos.

“sooo,you in? you can't pass up cash, cars, and pretty boys," aaliyah said, raising her eyebrows.

you nodded,giggling.

“fine,yes. now out!” you smiled, ushering her from the bathroom. aaliyah squealed with joy, kicked her feet, slid off the counter, and broke into a happy dance. 'out!' you shouted playfully, pointing towards the door until she listened.

as soon as you scrubbed away the week's events, you stepped out of the bath and wrapped your pink towel tightly around your chest. you still hadn’t figured out what you would wear to the car meet - something slutty enough, but not too slutty. at the moment, your focus lay on your skincare routine, with a pink plush bow headband pulling your hair from your face as you used a cleansing brush to work in the facial scrub.

although you were a greasy mechanic most days, you didn’t play when it came to hygiene. most of the time when you’d mention your job, you’d be met with a laugh as they thought you were joking. you definitely didn’t seem like the type of girl who'd know her way around an engine.then you'd rattle off some car facts and watch their jaws drop.

you splashed water on your face, then moisturized, finally moving onto the last step. brushing your lashes out technically wasn’t skincare, but you did it religiously so it might’ve well have been.

you were glad you had gotten your hair done the previous day,that would definitely cut your time of getting ready in half.aaliyah was studying cosmetology, so you often became her test subject for new styles, her latest being a pastel pink wig.

at first, you doubted if such a bright color would suit you, but you quickly fell in love with the final look.you decided you would have aaliyah do some crimps once your makeup was done.

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you chose to go for a subtle makeup look with a bright under eye, ensuring you sprayed your face three times with morphe setting spray. although the sun had went down july humidity was brutal.the final touch was lining your cupid’s bow with a brown liner and applying clear gloss over it. aaliyah decided to roll a joint, and you could hear her clicking her tongue and cursing at the gloss stains on the blunt.

after digging through your closet, you opted for a pink strapless tank top with a cute bow on the hem, matching it up with a short denim skirt that highlighted your figure. you accessorized with sparkling gold bracelets and oversized gold hoops before slipping into some pink wedge sandals.

damn, you looked good.

“i can’t wait to see some eye candy tonight!” aaliyah said excitedly as she pinned a section of your hair up and grabbed the crimper.

you peered up at her through your lashes,”aren’t you going with ony?”

“yeahhh, so? what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” she giggled,placing a neat crimp down and spraying hairspray on it.

“god you two are so toxic.” you huffed,crossing your legs

“maybe, but the dick is too good.”

“please don’t put the imagine of a naked ony in my head.” you scrunched your nose is disdain.

“whatever. hopefully you can find a guy you like tonight, i’m tired of hearing your rose toy at night.” aaliyah commented as she crimped the last piece of hair,holding it in place as she sprayed it.

you felt your cheeks warm up in embarrassment.it was true,your rose toy had been working overtime to please you but it could never seem to hit the spot. maybe you potentially could find a fling and and wipe your hands of armin.

you looked into the mirror and admired your perfect crimps that fell down your back,”you did your thing liyah,this is so cute!”

“i know.”

you giggled as you could see her head practically growing at the compliment.

a beep signaled ony’s arrival, and you rolled your eyes as aaliyah squealed like a high school girl. you inhaled from the blunt again. although not your regular choice, it somewhat alleviated your nerves about tonight.you ashed it out with a deep exhale.

here we go.

‘up and down’ by doja cat blared from your car's speakers as you followed closely behind ony’s camaro. he drove wildly, forcing you to almost run several lights.he knew you hated him and probably found the whole situation hilarious. irritation churned inside you and if you didn't love your car, you'd have likely rammed into his.

you pulled up to the car meet, the lot lined with all sorts of vehicles, from sleek sports cars to rugged muscle cars. as you step out of your ride, you can feel the eyes on you, accompanied by a wave of chatter that ripples through the crowd.

the air is thick with the smell of burning rubber, marijuana, and alcohol, creating a heady mix that hits your senses. ‘like a g6’blares through the speakers, the bass so powerful that you can feel the vibrations pulsing through the ground beneath your feet. the night is alive with energy, and you can't help but feel a rush of excitement as you take in the scene around you.

"oh em gee!" aaliyah squealed with excitement as she stepped out of ony’s car, locking her arm in yours. "look at this!" she beamed.

“i know,it’s like i’ve died and i’m in car heaven!” you giggled.

the night air was crisp and warm, and you were glad you sprayed your face until it was stiff. you could see a group of friends approaching you. you were used to people asking to take pictures of your car, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention.

the group approached with wide eyes and excited chatter, their phones already out and ready. you gave them a nod and a smile, feeling a sense of pride as they admired your ride.

the night was just beginning, and you knew it was going to be a memorable one.

as you sit on the hood of your car, a guy from the group steps forward, clearly impressed. "man, this ride is something else," he says, running his hand along the sleek lines of your car. "what kind of mods have you got under the hood?"

you smile, enjoying the chance to talk about your pride and joy. "thanks! I've got a turbocharger installed, upgraded the exhaust system, and did a custom tune. it really makes a difference in performance."

he nods appreciatively, clearly impressed. "i bet it does. the paint job is killer too. did you do it yourself?"

"yeah, i spent a lot of time on it," you reply. "wanted to make sure it stood out."

he grins. "well, you definitely succeeded. mind if I snap a few pics of you with the car?

"go ahead," you say, leaning back and watching as he and his friends take photos from different angles, appreciating the admiration and the camaraderie of the car meet.

“it’s not even that special,” you could hear ony grumble.

“awe,are you jealous you aren’t getting any attention?” you fake pouted while teasing him.

he rolled his eyes and flipped you off.

“right back at you bitch.”

you looked at him smugly before your eyes scanned the lot.

your brown eyes settle on two men,both looked like they’d just walked out of a model magazine. one has long, flowing hair that catches the light, while the other sports a neat buzz cut. both are wearing fitted black shirts that perfectly show off their intricate tattoos along with muscled arms.the long haired boy sported a pair of beat up converse and buzz cut sported black nike dunks.

they seem engrossed in a conversation, occasionally glancing at their cars with pride. almost if he can feels your eyes on him the man with the long hair locks your gaze.his green eyes were nothing short of mesmerizing, they held a seductive allure that made you clamp your legs together. his eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light,flecks of gold dancing with the green.

he had those type of eyes that could see right through you,dark secrets,desires.

your heart fluttered as his lifted one hand and waved.

you sheepishly waved back.

you wanted to sink into the ground when when he nudged his friend and pointed towards you,his friend chuckled and shook his head when long hair had said something that you couldn’t make out. you suddenly felt exposed, and you turned your back to them and looked at aaliyah who was making out with ony.

you grimaced,”get a room freaks.”

aaliyah giggled as her lips never left ony’s,”you wish.”

you wished you’d brought your flask.

“when’s the race ony?” you questioned when the two had finally unlatched lips.

“mm,in like fifteen minutes i think. you joining?”

you nodded,”i think i have a good shot.”

he smiled,”type shit, you got it girl.”

your heart fell to your ass when you turned back around and saw those beautiful pair of green eyes and a pair of vibrant golden hazel eyes.

“sweet ride,this yours?” green eyes spoke,his voice was deep and guttural and matched him perfectly.

buzz cut nodded.

“definitely a head-turner.”

you smile as they compliment your car, but when they turn their attention to you, their expressions shift. their gazes linger a bit longer, and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

they're not just admiring the car, but also you.

“pretty car for a pretty girl.” green eyes smirked,”i’m eren,this is connie” he motioned to his friend who flashed you a pretty white smile.

“i’m y/n.” you stammered out.

god,why were you so fucking nervous?

“you racing tonight, beautiful?” connie questioned and you could feel your stomach flutter at the compliment.his voice was a higher pitch then eren’s but you still found it alluring.

“yeah! are you guys?”

they nodded.

“just letting you know we’ve never lost a race,but i tip my hat to you cutie.” eren stated,his eyes flickering over your body.

he found it hard to imagine you’d be racing.your big brown eyes peered up at him through wispy lashes,glossy lips pulled into a smile.your short skirt reveals just enough to make his imagination run wild. he’s taken aback; you look like you stepped right out of an episode of my little pony, hello kitty and kuromi tattoos adorning your left arm.he finds you sexy,and his imagination flickers over to him having you spread out as he uses that pretty little mouth of yours.

“ignore him,he’s…competitive.” connie butts in.

while eren found you sexy connie found you simply,cute.but just like eren he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to you underneath him,whimpering, sweet little cries filling his ears in bliss as he rocked your body.

“well, may the best man win.” you gulp out,suddenly feeling a bit intimated by the two men towering over you,hungry look in their eyes.they were so close you could smell their colognes wafting into your nose,a mixture of musk and spice between the both of them.

“indeed.”

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the atmosphere is electric with anticipation. cars are lined up, engines revving, and the crowd is buzzing with excitement. you sit in your car, gripping the steering wheel tightly. your palms are sweaty, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest.

eren and connie are in their modded out camaro beside you and you glance at them.they’re already looking your way, sizing you up. you can see the confidence in their eyes, and it only makes you more nervous. you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

you can do this. just focus. you’ve got this.

you adjust your grip on the wheel and looks straight ahead. the signal lights start to count down, and you feels a surge of adrenaline. the moment the light turns green, you slam your foot on the gas pedal, your nerves transforming into determination.

the roar of the engines fills the air as the race begins. you can feel the car responding to your every move, and despite your initial nerves, a sense of exhilaration starts to take over.

“assholes.” you grumbled as eren caught up to your speed,connie rolling down the window with a smile.

“come on princess,put the pedal to the metal!” you could hear him laughing with eren and it only motivated you to go faster,your turbo engine was definitely working overtime as you flipped its switch,leaving the two of them in dust.

a smirk pulls across your lips.

in the distance, the finish line comes into view.

the checkered flag waves, signaling the end of the race. you can feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins, every muscle tensed with determination.

almost there y/n. just little further. you do this.

the car speeds forward, you expertly navigating the last few turns. the crowd’s cheers grow louder, urging you on. you can see eren and connie on your ass through your rear view and one final burst of speed, your wheels crosses the finish line, the car roaring triumphantly as it passes under the checkered flag.

“yes!” you squeal out in excitement,hands smacking across the wheel.

you’ve done it. you’ve won.

you stepped out the car with a grin,cheers filling the air just for you.

eren and connie are second,annoyed look on their faces as they stepped out.

“well cupcake,congrats. how does it feel to be a cheater?” eren asks with furrowed brows.

“i-“ you start but you’re cut off by connie.

“excuse my bitter friend,congrats pretty. you did great.”

you smile sheepishly,looking down at your painted toes.

“thanks,connie.”

the moment is interrupted as aaliyah pulls you into a hug from behind,” this is my best bitch and none of yall better not not touch her! ahh, you did so fucking good. i feel like a proud mother.” she pretended to wipe fake tears from her face.

you giggled,”thanks liyah.”

“i think this is cause for celebration,drinks? on me.” connie offered.

aaliyah shifted her eyes to the two men, then at you,a smirk pulling on her lips.

“i have a date but i’m sure y/n would love to.” she nudged you.

you bit your lip as you switched your eyes from your friend to the guys,a breathy ‘sure’ falling from your lips.

you were gonna kill aaliyah.

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you found yourself tipsy on the plush white sofa, laughing as eren and connie shared their life stories. you learned that they both hailed from los angeles and, like you, developed a passion for cars during their upbringing.

you found yourself enjoying the experience much more than you had anticipated, and they appeared to have moved on from their disappointment about losing the race. unsure whether it was due to the alcohol or your prolonged lack of intimacy, you felt arousal stirring within you as pressure built in your vagina.

spotting that gleam in your eyes, eren strolled towards you.

“are you ready for the gift we have for you?" eren inquired, a playful sparkle in his eyes as he sipped on a glass of don julio.

in a state of confusion, you didn't realize they had purchased a gift for you. however, when connie gently took your hands and guided you to their bedroom from the sofa, you offered no resistance.

you found yourself sprawled on the vibrant red silk bed, feeling a wave of desire rise within you as they gazed down at you hungrily.

“are you guys gonna fuck me or sit there and look stupid?”

connie was the first person to move and then eren.

eren assisted in removing your shirt while connie focused on undressing your lower half.

the realization of what you were engaging in was almost unbelievable.

what were you thinking? oh,that's right, you weren't fucking thinking at all.

a soft moan escaped your lips as you felt eren’s lips on your neck, causing your head to tilt to the side in satisfaction. deep down, you had been yearning for his touch, and you were aware that he felt the same way. you joined in by helping them remove their clothes, carelessly tossing them aside.

as you took in their toned bodies adorned with tattoos, you could sense the anticipation building as their erections twitched.

“lie down, i want to taste you," rasped connie. your lip caught between your teeth as you complied, positioning your head at the edge of the bed. connie’s mouth watered as he spread your legs, revealing your shaved pussy. he noticed your arousal dripping out and couldn't resist swiping it up with his thumb, eliciting a small cry from you.

"you taste as sweet as you look."

your clit had swollen with arousal, pulsating with every touch. your eyes closed in pleasure as connie cupped your thighs and skillfully worked his tongue on your quivering pussy. he licked at an inhuman speed, leaving you moaning uncontrollably.

eren, who had been pleasuring himself at the sight, seized the opportunity to use your mouth while connie pleasured your pussy. a deep moan escaped eren’s lips as he slowly thrust his throbbing member into your warm mouth.

"fuck," eren whimpered as he moved his hips rhythmically in your mouth, "you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth."

overwhelmed with pleasure, you could only grip the sheets tightly, emitting a muffled moan as connie focused on your sensitive clit. you felt his hands holding your pussy open as he devoured you, and you were on the brink of screaming in ecstasy.

"such a gorgeous pussy," connie remarked between licks. eren had increased his pace as he thrust into your mouth, his testicles slapping against your face with each movement. you made sure to take a breath with each thrust.

eren’s thrusts intensified, causing your body to react with small whimpers and your pussy clenching tightly around him. each time he pushed into your mouth, he could see the indentation where his dick lay.

“taking all of me like a big girl, mama," eren groaned, using your breasts to leverage his movements and achieve a deeper angle. the wet sounds emanating from your throat as he rocked his hips were incredibly lewd, making his arousal even more intense as he heard you struggle to accommodate him.

tears welled in your eyes as eren continued to abuse your throat, while connie simultaneously pleasured your trembling pussy.

connie skillfully managed to insert two fingers into your tight cunt, while his other hand played with your clit, rubbing, slapping, and teasing the sensitive bud. the sensations were overwhelming, and you were grateful that eren had filled your mouth, preventing you from blurting out ‘i love you’ from the pleasure.

your body arched in bliss as connie delivered a sharp slap to your moist pussy. "you’re so wet, mmm. i’m goin’ to break you in," connie murmured, sliding three of his long digits into you.

gurgled moans escaped your lips as eren thrust his hips into your face, causing you to gag as his tip brushed against the back of your throat.

“ughhh, i’m about to nut.”

eren expressed his nearing climax, his words catching in his throat. despite the mess on your face, your focus remained on connie pleasuring your pussy and eren’s throbbing member in your mouth. with a final series of thrusts, eren climaxed, releasing warm spurts of cum into your mouth.

his eyes closed in pleasure as he felt your tongue working to collect every drop. as he withdrew from your mouth, you finally managed to voice your plea for connie to slow down, as he continued to finger you rapidly, the squelching noises echoing in his ears with each deep thrust.

“connie,please slow down," you pleaded as he drove his fingers quickly and deeply into your needy pussy. you could feel your slick cunt sucking on his fingers as you neared your high, tears streaked your face and your lips trembled with pleasure.

your pussy quivered around his fingers as your eyes rolled back in bliss. you almost snapped your legs closed as you felt him brush against your g-spot, arms pulling you down further onto him now that eren wasn’t occupying your face.

“i’m close, so close," you gasped as his fingers worked. you cried out as eren wrapped his pink lips around your raised nipples, his tongue flicking as your legs began to shake. you felt connie’s fingers pull out and his mouth munch back on your wet cunt, lapping you up hungrily.

your head fell to the side and your back arched involuntarily as a guttural moan escaped your lips, his tongue wildly flicking over your pussy now. with one more lick of your pussy, you screamed as your orgasm took over, connie locking you in place as he ate you through your orgasm.

eren was now knelt beside your face, cleaning it up as you shook in pleasure.

"mhm, let it out, baby," he whispered, talking you through your orgasm as connie ate you through it.

connie thoroughly cleaned you with his tongue, keeping his arms firmly wrapped around your thighs throughout. a series of moans escaped your lips as he persistently pleasured your sensitive clit. when he finally stopped, you let out a whimper.

"so fucking good," he huffed.

there was hardly any time for you to acclimate when eren lay on the bed and insisted that you straddle him. without hesitation, you complied, and he wasted no time in pulling you into a kiss.

your lips moved passionately over his soft pink ones, and your moans escaped into his mouth as you felt him grip your buttocks and part your cheeks. you could sense connie behind you,fluttering soft kisses on your back.

he was going to fuck you in the ass while eren fucked your pussy.

you trembled as you sensed the lubricant being applied to your anus.

“put me inside you pretty girl,”eren husked.

shaking with desire, you took hold of his shaft. his head was flushed and glistening with pre-cum, and you ran your thumb over it before taking it into your mouth. a mischievous smile spread across your face as eren whimpered. you positioned him at your entrance, your folds rubbing against his shaft, causing his leg to twitch slightly.

you let out a whimper as you sank down onto him, feeling his length and thickness stretching your sensitive pussy. a deep groan escaped him as he was enveloped by your tight pussy tensing around him from the intense stretching.

"so tight," he exhaled unsteadily.

connie surprised you by pushing into your backside before you could even react, causing a mixture of pain and surprise to escape as you both moaned.

the sensation of both of your openings being stretched caused your head to spin and your stomach to flutter. they remained still as they allowed you to adjust. eren’s lips returned to yours, kissing, sucking, and tugging, while connie planted gentle kisses on your back, sending a shiver down your spine.

“such a pretty ass,” connie murmured, his voice now dark,laced with lust.

“are you ready beautiful?” eren whispered into your ear, his green eyes locked onto yours as you nodded and squeezed your eyes shut.

as soon as they started thrusting, you felt the wind being knocked out of you. connie's gentle thrusts were soft yet deep, making you see stars. on the other hand, eren's rough hip movements against yours made you cry out in pleasure as he passionately took control.

“look at you, taking both of us like a slut,” eren gasped in pleasure,his tip hitting your walls making you mewl. his dirty talk made your stomach flutter,”tell me how you’re feeling baby,” he whispered,jaw clenched.

“i-feel,ah!”

your words caught in your throat as connie began picking up speed, balls slapping against your ass.he placed one hand on the back of your neck and the other on the small of your back,his thrust now matched eren’s,erratic and deep.

your toes curled in pleasure, tears welling in your eyes as they fucked you. each time they thrust their hips into you, both of your openings queefed, and you were too consumed by pleasure to care.connie's hand smacked your ass, you let out a cry, feeling the sting on your skin.

“don’t be rude pretty,tell eren how you feel,” he rasped.

“g-good!” you shuddered out.

connie's large hand delivered sharp smacks to your ass, eliciting cries from your lips with each strike. the stinging sensation on your skin made you anticipate bruising the next day as he continued to spank you. your head drifted forward in a state of euphoria, your arms trembling as you struggled to support yourself.

“sluts deserved to be spanked,” connie groaned out.

“you think we didn’t notice that look in your eyes, you’ve been waiting for this huh?” eren panted,hammering into you.

you struggled to find your voice, managing out a weak “y-yes.”

you were in disarray, tightly gripping the sheets with a clenched fist and an open mouth. connie and eren's intensity drove you to the brink. dry tear streaks marked your face, "you're so fucking sexy," connie grunted while vigorously moving against you, causing the bed frame to smack against the wall with a continuous bang.

eren's hand wrapped around your neck, making you suppress a moan. each powerful thrust of his hips engulfed you in ecstasy, and his tight grip made your head spin. you couldn't help but moan as you looked down at him, his eyebrows furrowed over his closed eyes, his face contorted in pleasure as he relentlessly made love to you.

you were certain he was going to suffocate you until you passed out, but just when you were on the brink, he released his hold.

“this pussy so good, you’re ours now” eren hissed.

you released a quivering breath as connie withdrew, leaving only his pulsating tip inside your anus. a cry escaped your lips as he thrust back in. you were a moaning, creaming wreck on connie's shaft, causing his head to fall back in ecstasy.

your tightness around him caused his legs to tremble beneath him as he spread your cheeks apart, greedily savoring the sight of you devouring his member.

“creamin’ on this dick so fucking hot.” connie mewled out,hands caressing your ass as he fucked you with dirty squelching noises.

eren complimented, "so fucking pretty," as he gazed at you. a light sweat kissed at your brown skin,eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, with your lip caught between your teeth as soft moans escaped. unable to resist, he gently sucked on your breast, causing your back to arch.

you body shook as eren prodded into your g-spot.

“a-ah eren,” you sobbed out, his hips drilling into that spot relentlessly.

“cum on this dick baby.”

eren persisted in striking at it until the tension in your stomach released, causing you to whimper as you climaxed on eren's member.he sensed his own climax nearing as your walls tightened around him, eliciting soft moans from his lips.

he inserted two fingers into your mouth and you eagerly complied, eliciting another moan from eren.

you were so sexy to him, and with a loud moan, he released hot bursts of cum inside you. he filled you completely, and you could feel him pulsating as his nut spilled out of you.

connie saw this as an opportunity to gently guide you onto your back, a soft cry escaping your lips as he entered your already filled pussy.

"connie, please go slower, i’m so sore," you whimpered.

"just a little longer, baby," he whispered, and you nodded in contentment. the sound of your filled pussy excited him, his hands intertwining with yours above your head as he kissed you passionately.

his tongue sought dominance as he kissed you eagerly, a moan escaping his lips as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside you.

he grasped your thighs and pulled your legs above your head, causing you to cry out at the new angle. he looked incredibly sexy to you, his hazel eyes now dark brown, jaw clenched in pleasure as he moved rhythmically.

“please, it's too sensitive!" you gasped as eren reached over and teased your clit.

seeing your clit being pleasured like that made connie's stomach tighten, and he released warm cum inside you, mixing with eren's as he let out a breathy curse.

he pulled out and watched as their fluids dripped from you, your contracting pussy pushing out the thick sperm.

a shriek left your lips as the bed railing gave out.

“well, looks like we’re going bed shopping tomorrow.” eren noted.

what a night.

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Drunken confessions- Lucifer x reader- 100 Followers special! ✨

A/N- Hey everyone! This small one shot is a Luci x reader fic to mark my 100 followers special (It increased to 120 as I was writing this lmfaoaoao💀💀) per the poll I hosted not too long ago. We can't get enough of our favourite boy, can we

Tysm guys <3

Nsfw ahead!

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You swirl the remaining amount of red drink in your cup, facing the only man that you love with all your heart.

“So, Apple Pie, this ain't so bad, right?”

Lucifer and yourself have been together for years.

Today marks the fifth year of such.

You guys have been through thick and thin together, and over the course of those years, his love for you only grew, especially when you saw Charlie as your own and she loved you as a mother in turn.

So much so that she decided to organise a ‘Super romantic, candle lit, heartfelt dinner’ (Her words, not mine) at her hotel.

Nonetheless, she really pulled off all the stops; that quirk just sort of comes with her personality.

Just like her father.

“Your daughter has really outdone herself this time Luci,” you place the glass cup on the table.

“Yeah, sshe's like that,” The demon king chuckles, drinking another glass of wine.

“Careful, you know how tipsy you can get darling,”

Your lover snickers.

“Asss if! Your’rre talking to the King of Hell here,” The rosy-cheeked demon takes your hand.

He hiccups.

“Oh yeah? Well, my king seems to be tripping over his words. Come on love, let's go upstairs,” You grab Lucifer by the arm, but he pulls you back into a hug.

“I love you sooooo much, my Songbird,” Lucifer plants his lips on yours, which you accept.

Kissing him is like eating : you need it to live, and it's exhilarating when you appreciate it, no matter how often you partake in it.

His hands trace up and down your back, reaching for the zipper at the back of your dress.

“Hey now? Cheeky are we?” You tease.

“Come on, my darling King, let's go somewhere more… private,” Seems like the alcohol caught up to you too.

Nonetheless, Lucifer displays a toothy grin and bridal carries you to one of the guest bedrooms upstairs.

The room was decorated with an array of shades of red. The bed was king size with plush pillows and a crimson sheet.

But more about that later.

Lucifer hungrily pounces on you, pinning you on the bed, painting bites and hickeys all over your neck, eliciting moans from you.

You tussle his platinum blond hair and your legs find themselves wrapped around your husband’s waist, as you both continue to make out passionately, rocking back and forth as one.

Things were getting steamy, and lo and behold, a familiar friend appears from Lucifer’s groin.

He pulls you closer, and you grind against him.

“Ugh, Sweetheart,” Lucifer groans from the pressure.

Lucifer’s hands frantically try to take off your dress by all means, pathetically wanting you, needing you.

You tsk.

“Needy, aren't we?” Your fingers drum gently on his flushed face, eyes lidded.

You sit on top of him, pretending to think, continuing to grind on him.

“Now, now, good things don't come fast…. but~,” You pause.

“Good boys deserve a reward, am I right?” You coo, the King of Hell whimpering at the words in agreement.

Even though you've done this countless times, it’s still amusing how you can bring the King of Hell down to a blubbering mess.

The alcohol sure does help though.

“Songbird- please- I can't take this anymore,”

“Ssh, It’s okay honey, just relax, you're a bit drunk right now. Let me take care of you,” you say as you pull down your partner’s trousers, letting his erect cock loose.

Lucifer zips down your dress simultaneously and it falls off of the bed. His lust-filled eyes look at your beautiful figure, truly enamoured by it.

Slowly, you let yourself sit on his throbbing dick, holding Lucifer’s face in your hands, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

You could practically feel him itching to thrust himself in you, but refraining from doing so.

“My love please,” Lucifer whines as his hips buckle under your body, begging for any stimulation.

Finally (To Lucifer anyway) you start to shift and move around on his member.

When you started, both of you couldn't stop. Despite his position, he manages to pump in and out of you.

“Hng- Ahh, Yes! Right there, ng-” your wet folds expand to his cock, and your arms claw at his back, you moan at each and every thrust that reaches within you.

“Don't stop- Oh God I'm about to-” before you could even sputter the words out, your orgasm makes you shiver and draw heavy breaths along with Lucifer’s cum filling up your hole, thin ropes of it glazing down his manhood.

You feel the demon’s wings wrapping around you in an embrace, closing you both from the world; it's only you and him.

“Angel?” Lucifer mumbles into your shoulder.

“Hm?”

“I love you so much. Thank you for being mine,”

“And the same from me Luci,” You gently peck his beautiful face.

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“Sooo, how was the dinner?” Charlie practically jumping up and down of her seat during breakfast the next morning.

Lucifer wanted to sleep in a bit, so you let him be upstairs.

“Perfect, Charlie,” You respond, sipping a cup of tea.

“Thank you,”

“Yo Charlie,” Angel pipes up.

“Seems like you may have a younger sibling sometime soon- ow!” you kick the porn star under the table.

Charlie flushes at Angel’s remark.

You groan at Angel’s smug grin.

Well, at least Charlie knows that you and her dad love each other.

Right?

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[moonlit-midnight]

Dreaming under blue spring skies

Characters: Malleus Draconia, Silver.

Genre: Family, Friendship, Platonic Fluff.

Summary: In which you and Malleus babysit your little brother on a fine, spring morning.

Warnings: Reader is Silver’s adoptive sibling + Based on a real childhood memory.

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With a glimmer of fondness in your eyes, you quietly watched Malleus patting baby Silver’s small back in the most gentle way, hoping to calm him down.

However, he continued to wail, tiny fingers curled into fists and his chubby cheeks tainted rose-pink from crying too much. 

Despite your friend’s futile attempts to shush your little brother, you appreciated his effort to put him back to sleep. 

“Does he perhaps dislike me?” A cute pout graced Malleus’s face as he carefully handed Silver to you.

“Nonsense! Maybe he just prefers to be held by father and I.” you joked in a lighthearted voice, grinning at the black haired faery.

“Perhaps that’s the case.”

“Don’t worry, my dear friend. He’ll eventually warm up to you.” you chuckled at his adorable expression and sat comfortably on the bed. 

Holding Silver securely in your tender embrace, you began to hum a certain lullaby that your father used to sing you to sleep during your early childhood days.

Although many years had passed since you last heard it, it remained engraved in your memory.

After nearly ten minutes had gone by, Silver’s cries finally subsided and he eventually fell back asleep to the sound of your soothing voice.

“I wish you a sweet dream, my sunshine boy.”

As you planted a light kiss on his forehead, Malleus observed you putting down the little child on the bed, his bright green eyes twinkling with wonder. 

It always filled his heart with warmth and sheer delight every time he saw you taking care and looking after your baby brother. 

He might not admit it out loud, but it truly was an endearing sight to behold.

“Silver is blessed to have you.” He exclaimed in a hushed tone.

“He’s blessed to have us.” you looked at him affectionately as you corrected his statement, earning you a warm smile from him in return.

Under the lulling spell of the enchanting spring season, you and Malleus drifted into a peaceful slumber beside Silver, dreaming of beautiful adventures and days filled with happy laughter and vibrant blue skies. 

[penpalking]

31 July, 2024

I woke this morning, with a strong desire to saunter through the woods. The morning was still, not a sound caressed my ear drum. I looked around, nonplussed. The curtains drawn, my room fully veiled in black. What, pray, had woken me? I glanced around once more, not able to put two and two together. But then it hit me. It was a feeling, deep within my soul. It was as if an old friend had rung me up, and had impressed upon me a desire to spend much needed time together. I felt the call, the longing - and I knew I must answer.

Bracing myself against the cold, I quickly got dressed. One leg, two legs. One arm, two. On my way out of my room, I picked up un ami - my trusty knit cap. I had a feeling it would be needed. Making my way across the landing, I chanced a gaze outside through a slightly frosted window. I had to catch my breath. Lo and behold, yonder - thick mists embroiled & wrapped around the grey trunks of the tall wooden soldiers standing guard at the edge of the clearing. Their branches wholly still, outstretched, enveloped in thick fog. My, what a majestic and magical sight it was!

I skipped down the stairs, ran to the coat rack, threw on my wintery coat, my wintery boots - I was out the door.

The grass was lightly frosted, crunching amicably underfoot. I took in a deep breath and soon felt the long fingers of winter reaching through my nostrils, down my throat, and into my very lungs. It's grip was strong, but not wholly smarting. A few tears formed at the edges of my sight, a side-effect of this wintry weather.

I made my way down an icy path 'tween the trees, a quiet hush lay over the woods. Winter had cast it's frosty magic - not a tweet, not a hoot, not a single patter of paws - all sat (or slept) in silence, wholly under it's spell. The Ice King ruled supreme with a permafrost hand - the flora and fauna knew it. Every being, plant, and forest sprite, lay in waiting, submitting to the potency and might of that glazed ruler.

I walked in reverence, aye, but tried not to let it weaken my step. Strong and courageous I strutted, under the bent arms of the Ice King's soldiers. Green moss flecked with brown peeped out occasionally from under the foliage, and I found my gaze casting about for the sight of chanterelles and other burgeoning shrooms. The air was thick with the living world, crisp and strong and filled with sweet and melancholic aromas. Ah, to feel young again - each breath rejuvenating, restoring, and revitalizing one's countenance.

It was as if the very Fountain of Youth was sprinkled into the mists - little drops cast about by swirling vapours, entering the lungs, the pores, one's very being. Mating with one's skin, cells, core.

As I walked further further into the bosom of these dense woods, I felt myself coming closer and closer to the truth. Each step an increase in veracity, rightness - as if the world was becoming more and more real and authentic, the further I ambled along. The very heart of truth beats deep within those woodlands, and I consider myself a lucky fellow indeed, to get to venture so close to something so ethereal. I almost feel it coursing through my veins, each step a beat of the heart. Pumping me full of candor, revelation, viability.

I get lost among the tree trunks, I really do. Not directionally, no. But spiritually, mentally, emotionally. I lose myself to the majesty of nature, of the beauty that surrounds me. Of the peace that comes with distancing oneself from other human beings.

It's a simple thing, really, a walk in the woods. But there's nothing simple about the profound impact and change it has upon one's thoughts, feelings, and general mind set.

There is beauty in the little things. If only you'd take the time to see.

[anipgarden]

Behold, my Zucchini Bins

Every year so far I’ve struggled to grow zucchini. I keep losing them to snails and slugs, and its so rainy in Florida during the growing season that diatomaceous earth is ineffective. One of my friends recommended growing them in bins, so I can control the snail population easier, so fingers crossed! I’ve got drainage holes in the bin and they’re lifted off the ground and all that jazz.

In order to spice things up, I’ve planted some nasturtium and borage seeds in each bin. I’m hoping to get a nice little community of flowers alongside the zucchinis to both encourage pollination and also make it look pretty. And if the zucchinis fail then hopefully I’ll at least have flowers.

[mismaeve]

Stars of Lasgalen

↳ Stars of Lasgalen, Thranduil x Reader, fluff Warnings: Aside from sickening amounts of fluff, none A/N: As promised, I wrote a little something for my one year Tolkien anniversary. Thank you so much to everyone who has ever bothered reading any of my silly stuff, who have decided to press that follow button and enter the chaos that is my blog. This piece, even though it's short, is dedicated to all of my followers, my darling mutuals and my dear friends. I love you! For the sake of being sentimental and to add a degree of symbolism, here is my first story, written a year ago on this very day.

A featherlight kiss interrupted the blissful silence that gathered and endured inside the four walls of your bedchambers. Your husband’s soft lips lingering on your cheek in his gentle attempt to rise you from your peaceful slumber.

“My love,” Thranduil whispered before his lips found your forehead and graced it with another tender kiss while fingers light as the first snows of winter, brushed and weaved through your hair.

“Is it morning already?” you asked as you shifted underneath the heavy furs, unwilling to bare your naked skin to the cold and gripping morning air.

“The sun has long risen, I’m afraid it does not wait, not even on someone as beautiful as my beloved wife,” Thranduil mused softly while his fingers took the liberty of caressing your features, the back of his hand gliding over the softness of your cheek with weightless grace.

“That may very well be so, but pray tell, why has my husband forsaken our bed and left my side vulnerable to the biting cold?” you teased him with a playful scowl, pulling up the furs to your chin to further emphasize your discontent.

His answer to your growing displeasure did little to brighten your mood, his open amusement mocking you in the face of your misery.

“I am certain you will forgive me my trespasses once you see what I have brought for you, my fairest of all the stars,” he purred as he leaned in and planted a light kiss on the tip of your nose.

“The keeper and guardian of my heart,” Thranduil continued as his warm lips found your cheek and lingered there before venturing to your temple.

“My darling wife and most gracious queen,” his breath was hot against your skin.

“Flattery will not save you now, dear husband,” you murmured with your eyes closed, savoring his kisses while trying your best to remain determined of not giving in so easily.

“Then perhaps this will.”

You heard the subtle shuffling of his robes and opened your eyes, peering downwards to his hands you couldn’t help yourself but blink in surprise. Thranduil appeared to be holding pure starlight in his hands, the pale rays of the morning sun gleaming off it and nearly blinding you with the bright light it reflected. It was light in its purest form, a precious beauty and most valuable treasure beyond any measure.

“What,” you breathed out, mesmerized by what your eyes were struggling to behold.

“Where ever did you get this?” you whispered in honest wonder.

“They are known as the white gems of Lasgalen, fashioned into a necklace by the dwarves of Erebor,” Thranduil explained softly while his fingers peeled the furs off your chest thus exposing your neck.

“It must have cost a fortune,” you sighed overwhelmed by your husband’s generosity and willingness to spare no expense on your behalf. You knew only too well the greed that drove the King under the Mountain and could imagine beyond any doubts the fee he must have demanded from your husband as payment for something as wondrous and masterfully crafted.

“An occasion such as this, the one-year anniversary of our marriage demanded for nothing less than what I am giving you now, my love,” your husband pointed out patiently, his lips wrought into a loving smile, his eyes reflecting every inch and ounce of his eternal devotion to you.

“May I?” he asked as he unclasped the delicate necklace.

All you could do was nod slowly and watch as Thranduil moved to adorn your neck with pure starlight, the ultimate symbol of his love for you.

“I do not know how to thank you, or where to even begin,” you started but were silenced by his finger gently pressing to your lips.

“You being my wife is all the thanks I will ever need from you,” Thranduil murmured softly while his eyes admired the gift he had bestowed upon you.

“Every morning where I wake and catch a glimpse of my beautiful queen, is one that I cherish. I could not imagine life being worth living unless you were by my side, and I pray I never have to.”

You smiled warmly at your husband’s words, emerging from the softness of the furs, the cold no longer bothering you in the least, you moved yourself onto Thranduil’s lap and were immediately sheltered by his strong arms, pulling you close to his chest and shielding you from the cold with his velvety robes.

“My sweet love,” you mumbled against the crook of his neck and cuddled closer to your king, clinging to him like the early morning frost clings to the petals of winter blooms.

Your husband hummed his content, resting his chin atop your head while his arms cradled you with his fierce love and dreams of your bright future.

“I believe my trespass for abandoning you this morning is forgiven?” he asked after a while, making you snort in amusement.

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[elliemarchetti]

Tamlin Week Day 3

An excerpt from ACOTAR's chapter 19 in Tamlin's POV for @tamlinweek

Prompt: Mates

Words: 770

If they had suspected it during the day, at dinner it became perfectly clear that Feyre was in a bad mood. Both Tamlin and Lucien noticed as soon as she sank into her seat, and without needing further agreement, they decided to just chat with each other, sympathetic to what she might be feeling, far from home and seemingly destined never to see it, or her family, again. Of course, this didn’t stop the High Lord from following her into the rose garden at the end of the meal. Just to check on her, he told himself, and not because she was a sight to behold, with her hair of burnished gold kissed by the moonlight that stained the red petals a deep purple and casted a silvery sheen on the white blossoms. He hoped she found her surroundings inspiring, something worth of the art she so deeply loved.

“My father had this planted for my mother,” he said, still a few steps behind, sure he wouldn’t take the huntress by surprise. She didn’t bother to turn to acknowledge him, on the contrary, she dug her nails into her palms as he halted by her side.

“It was a mating present,” he went on, trying to distract her from the guilt she was undoubtedly feeling. Deep down, she probably knew she deserved better than what she had in the mortal lands, but she was unused to have the time and money needed to pursue her vocation, so he didn’t stop her when she stalked to the nearest bush and ripped off a rose, her fingers tearing on the thorns.

“I don’t know why I feel so tremendously ashamed of myself for leaving them. Why it feels so selfish and horrible to paint. I shouldn’t feel that way, should I? I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it,” she finally rambled, words flowing out of her mouth like a swollen river. “All those years, what I did for them… And they didn’t even try to stop you from taking me.”

There it was, the giant pain that cracked her in two if she thought about it too long. Over time, Tamlin had discovered that everyone had one, no matter how old or young they were. And Feyre… she had grown up too fast not to have already stumbled upon it.

“I don’t know why I expected them to, why I believed that the puca’s illusion was real that night. I don’t know why I bother still thinking about it, or why I still care. Compared to you, to your borders and magic being weakened, I suppose my self-pity is absurd,” she added, so resignated of something so wrong.

“If it grieves you, then I don’t think it’s absurd at all,” he replied, and although he wasn’t as silver tongued as his best friend nor as well versed when emotions were concerned, he spoke with his heart, because she needed to have her feelings validated for once.

“Why?” she asked flatly, chucking the rose into the bushes.

Before the crimson droplets could stain her dress, Tamlin took her hands, his calloused fingers, strong and sturdy, as gentle as possible as he lifted her wound to his mouth and kissed her palm to heal it. She was so thin, so fragile… she shouldn’t waste the blood that flowed in her veins, not even a drop.

“Why do any of this?” she pushed, and he stepped closer, making her tip her head back to meet his eyes, exposing her long neck. He wanted to bite her, leave his mark where anyone could see it, make her his even if he had no right to call her that.

“Because your humanity fascinates me. The way you experience things, in your life span, so wildly and deeply and all at once, is entrancing. I’m drawn to it, even when I know I shouldn’t be, even when I try not to,” he lied, or maybe he just omitted the end of the sentence. He truly was enthralled, and he was probably starting to love her, but she was bound to grow old and die, a concept foreign to him; there was no way for their souls to be two halves of the same, and she couldn’t be the mate he so desperately wished for, the female who was able to understand his wants and desired without the need for an explanation.

“One day there will be answers for everything,” he concluded, anticipating her next question, before brushing his lips against her heartbreakingly warm and soft cheek. “But not until the time is right. Until it’s safe.”

[chibi-celesti]

EXEC_ZENVA=RYUSSE >> FLEUR_CITY, Part 3: The Bell and The Legend

~Noble Bell College: Bell Tower, Sky Floor~

“Behold, The Bell of Salvation.”

They all marveled at the priceless artifact, amazed by the craftsmanship of it. Ruggie whistled at the sight of the bell, wondering how much it would be worth jokingly as if Ruggie we know what you want.

“It’s quite beautiful to look at,” Silver said.

“Indeed! It is quite a magnificent artifact!”

“I’m pleased that you are all taken with it. However, its beauty alone is not what makes the Bell unique.” He continued on his explanation as some circled around the relic, drinking in every detail of the Bell and others standing by the trio and admired the entirety of the top floor of the Tower and its precious artifact. “You see, the rings from this artifact carry magic all throughout the city, safeguarding all of Fleur City’s people. Legends state that this bell saved the city from disaster, thus the name Bell of Salvation.”

Malleus was shocked. “This very bell’s chimes saved an entire city?”

“Yes. As Prof. Trein mentioned before regarding the endless magic flowing within the Dark Mirror from Night Raven, so too does it flow from the Bell. In fact, its tolls breathe life to the plants and flowers throughout our beautiful city.”

“My. What a wonderful legend, Mr. Flamme. You all do well to remember this, children.”

“Meryu-san, what do you think of the Bell?” Riddle asked the Reyvateil.

“...”

“Hello~ Twisted Wonderland to Melenas-san. You there?”

Again no response.

“Meryu?” Grim called to her. He looked at her face and saw that she appeared to be in a trance of sorts as her eyes stayed focused on the Bell, an endless barrage of Glyphs flashing through her eyes. He waved his paws in her face to get her attention, but to no avail. He started to get worried. “Meryu?”

The whole group turned to the silent girl. “Is she ok?” Lothaire asked.

Ruggie snapped his fingers in her face. “And I thought Silver was quick to sleep standing.”

“Oh no! She's brain dead! I knew bringing her here was a bad idea!” Idia panicked.

Epel elbowed him in the arm. “Shut your piehole, senpai! We don’ know that for sure!”

“Malleus. Your girlfriend’s acting weird again.”

“SHE IS NOT WAKA-SAMA’S GIRLFRIEND! Though I do not understand why she is acting this way.”

The prince came to her side, noting her shifting eyes like Grim did. Subtly as to not frighten her, he placed his hand on the center of her back, right where her Installer Port laid. That small touch lightly jolted her out of her trance. She blinked many times before noticing her surroundings again. “Huh?”

“What do you think of the Bell of Salvation, Melenas-san?”

“Oh! Uh,” She scrambled to find her answer. “I think it’s really nice-“I mean! It’s sweet that the Bell has been here for many years, and has provided prosperity to everyone here.”

Her answer seemed to have pleased Rollo and his aides, and the others were relieved that she was acting normal again.

Anthony pondered on an idea he wanted to share, hoping that this would make things interesting for their newest acquaintances. He snapped his fingers with an ‘eureka!’ moment. “You know, Melenas-san. There is one tale I think you all may find fascinating.”

She tilted her head. “A tale?”

“Yes. It is one of tragedy, and of hope.”

The youngest of the trio caught on to his friend’s idea. “Oh! You mean the one Headmage tells everyone every school year!”

“Indeed, the very one. The Legend of how the Bell was truly formed.”

“Truly…formed? This is the first time I’ve heard of this.” Trein confessed.

“That’s understandable, Professor. This is only a tale that exists here in Fleur City, so it makes sense no textbook would have any written knowledge of this tale.” Rollo said.

“This is an old fable. About a young woman born of the wind, who saved the city from ruin by becoming the Bell of Salvation.” Anthony told them. “Her voice was a balm to all who heard her sing. Even though no one knew what it was at that time, the people of this city then knew her song was one of mercy and love to the people.

“It said that the Toll of the Bell is the echoes of her prayers.”

“R-really?!/ Say what now?!”

“Again, it is only a tale. None of our history books have any proof if this Maiden had truly become the Bell. Though they do say the Kindly Bellringer was the only one to have seen the Maiden of the Wind sing, and know what her prayer meant.”

“Do you know what exactly the Kindly Bellringer heard her say?”

“The only phrase that was said to be left by the Maiden was, ‘aAuk LYAarhou_Siance fogabe sor/.’ Unfortunately, no one has been able to decipher its meaning.”

This was definitely something no one from Night Raven expected to hear! Sure, Song Mages are considered rare, if not fairy tale rumours, by the masses. The last thing they all expected was for one to exist here! And during the First Arcane Social?! They were all speechless knowing this piece of information.

Thankfully, Trein chose to be their voice for his students while they processed this information given. “I see. It truly is a tale of tragedy and hope.”

“Our headmage shares this tale with every new generation of Noble Bell. It's a tale many people of our town hold dear to their hearts. As do we.” Rollo explained.

“Ah…” Meryu didn’t know what else to say to that. “Thank you for telling us, Mr. Anthony.”

“My pleasure. I hoped it was satisfactory for you.”

“Yes, it was.”

~Noble Bell College: Living Quarters~

After their tour of the Bell Tower, and meeting some genuine gargoyles courtesy of Draconia’s guards noting their presence on the Sky floor, everyone was escorted to the on-campus dormitories. From there each person was given both a room of two to share for their stay in the city. In addition, everyone was gifted a special outfit for the Masquerade celebration happening within the city’s Topsy Turvy Square district for Halloween.

While the boys were getting dressed in their shared rooms, Grim and Meryu were getting dressed in one that was- oddly enough- spaced a few rooms away from the main group. Rollo claimed it was to ensure she was given enough privacy considering her status and Trein didn’t mind the idea. Granted he stayed nearby their door in case she needed anything. Can’t get rid of his paternal instincts that easily, after all.

Grim, who’s outfit was small and simple to get on, was still in shock from the news in the Tower. “How da heck does this place know of Reyvateil?!”

“I’m not sure, Grim,” She told him, closing the clasp on his cape around his neck carefully. “It isn’t the first time we heard of them living in Twisted Wonderland.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think this place woulda had a story about them!”

“We’re gonna have to get it used to it. I’m not the only here after all.”

“Yeah, yeah.” His outfit was finished with a dashing musketeer hat with a purple feather on his head.

Meryu took a picture of him with her Ghost camera first, then another one using her emergency phone gifted to her by Crowley and Marmalade. “Ta-daa! What do you think, Grim?”

She showed him her picture. He turned his head, admiring himself in the photo. “I look like a million Madol!”

That got a laugh out of his friend. “You sure do!” placing down her device, she went to pull out her attire for the festivities. Hers was a white, shoulderless top with puffy, almost bell-like sleeves. The corset was a vertical stripe pattern of thick purple lines and thin golden yellow lines, complementing a long purple skirt with a half dress skirt. Dangling off the side of the half skirt were gold coins and notches, complementing the whole ensemble was a pink mesh scarf. To don the scarf, Meryu decided to let her hair down; which was a good thing as it made it easier to cover up her Port since she had forgotten to have bandages in her bag.

Speaking of which, “Oh dear…this dress doesn’t have any pockets.”

“So?”

“I need to carry the Tranquility crystals and Agent with me, remember?”

“Ah! You’re right!” The dire beast realized. “What are we gonna do?!”

Peering outside their door, she sighed in relief when she saw that the professor was still outside. “Excuse me, Mr. Trein?”

“Yes, Melenas-san?”

“Do you think…you could ask Mr. Flamme or his assistants if they had a bag I could borrow?”

“A bag?”

“For my medicine.”

“Ah, yes. Of course.” He understood. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

She thanked him and closed the door. “It’s a good thing Mr. Trein came with us.”

“I mean, he speaks about his family a lot. Makes sense he’s spoiling you right now.”

“No he’s not.” The Reyvateil pouted. “Even if it is different from what normal human girls have, I’m touched that he’s offered to help me.”

“True.” A knock halted their conversation. “Hey, he’s back.”

So soon? Meryu got up to answer the door, and was met with the Student Council President. “M-mr. Flamme?”

“Melenas-san.”

Grim peeked over to see who was at the door. “Huh? You’re not Trein!”

“Grim. Manners,” She chided him before turning back to the other. “What brings you here, Mr. Flamme?”

“I came to see how you fared. No trouble with your garments, I assume?”

“No malfunctions of any kind,” She answered.

“Good.” He covered his face with his starry patterned handkerchief. “There is something else I was hoping to speak with you. In private.”

Grim and her gave each other a small glance. “You sure?”

“Yes, please. If you have time of course.” The boy steps away from the door, offering a hand outside the room.

‘I’ll be out in the hall,’ She mouths to the feline.

‘Be careful,’ He mimes back.

Closing her dorm room door, she faces Rollo. “Is something the matter?”

He still held his handkerchief in his face, hiding his blush from her and admiring the outfit choice given. ‘Almost like her’ He thought to himself before putting away the fabric and speaking. “I truly feel awful about your situation, Melenas-san.”

“My…situation?”

“To be surrounded by those rambunctious classmates of yours.” He said; his tone sounding almost disgusted. “It must be so hard for you to put up with them day after day.”

“Oh…”

“For them to flaunt their powers and status without a care, it no doubt must be taxing on you.”

Meryu didn’t know what to say. “It’s…not too bad.”

“Too bad?”

“Contrary to their attitudes and mannerisms, they are good people. Plus, they are seeing someone to help them out with their…issues?” She was worried about what the taller boy was going with this. Why is he asking me these things? She felt something brush against her face. What was-

“Fear not, little one. I will keep you safe.” He whispered.

“Meryu-san!” Rollo moved his hand away from her face, face turning his neutral expression as someone else arrived.

“Mr. Epel! Mr. Deuce!”

“Hey,” The duo stopped when they saw their friend was not alone. “Oh, and hello Flamme-san.”

“Deuce Spade. Epel Felmier.”

“What are you two doing here?”

“Prof. Trein told us you needed a bag for your stuff, right?”

“So we offered to bring it to you.” Deuce produced a simple brown satchel in his hands and gave it to his friends.

“It’s perfect. Thank you, boys.” She curtsied. “Pardon me, Mr. Flamme, but I need to step back in my room for a moment.”

“Of course. I will see you all outside shortly.” He bowed before leaving the way the boys came. The fire in his soul burning in ire.

‘Weird…’ Epel said to himself before changing the subject. “Lovely outfit by the way, Meryu-san.”

“Yeah, you look pretty. I mean, you always looked pretty! Gah! I meant-”

She giggled. “Thank you, boys. You both look like gothic princes in a way.”

“Aw shucks.”

She opened her door to her room once again. Grim immediately went to interrogate her. “What did he want?”

“Hmm?”

“Why did Flamme want to talk ya about?”

“He just was making sure everything was good” She lied. The last thing I want is for them to worry.

“You sure?”

“Yes, Grim.” She went to her school bag and collected two tranquility crystals and her emergency Life Extending agent. Looking back at the other crystals, Meryu asked: “Could one of you help me take one of these?”

“Ok./ Sure.”

“And please don’t fight about it.”

“Epel, you try.”

“Huh?!”

“Yeah, you’re a Guardian now, remember?”

“B-but I’m only n’ Honorary one…”

“You still need to learn what we do to help Meryu-san. You can do it today,” Deuce offered. “It’s pretty simple.”

“Um.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Epel. I don’t bite.” Meryu jokes.

Taking a deep breath, Epel concedes. “Ok,” He takes the Crystal from her hands and rolls it in his gloved palms. “This goes in your back somewhere.”

“Between my shoulder blades.” She turns facing the window, and parts her long ebony hair to show her exposed Port.

Gently, Epel places the crystal on the mark, and watches in awe as it slowly disappears in her back. “Freaky…”

“I’m used to it.”

“Still, I feel bad for them back at school. Heck, I feel bad for all Song Mages. Needing to take stuff like this to live n’ all.”

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. This is just scratching the surface.” Grim told the lavender first year.

~Noble Bell College: Main Street~

Once all four were dressed and accounted for, they reunited with Prof. Trein and left the Dormitories, heading to where the rest of the group who waited for them by the Statue of the Righteous Judge. Even from far away, the rest of her classmates were dressed in beautiful suits and garbs that fitted them well. From the color arguments that matched their personality and form, to even the intricate masks everyone was given to match their wardrobe.

Meryu’s face turned red seeing her prince’s ensemble. The black feathers perched on his shoulders, the mesh fabric of his sleeves and chest and the long cape that gives off the appearance of dragon wings. He’s so… regal. She couldn’t help but stare.

“Minion, your face is turning pink. You getting sick again?”

“N-no!”

Deuce and Epel glazed at each other with shit eating grins on their faces. “She’s fine, Grim. It’s just the wind, right Meryu-san~?”

“...Yes” She grumbled.

“Merveilleux! Such a majestic harmony of color and grace! If Roi de Poison were here, he’d be weeping tears of joy at you, Monsieur Pomme. Monsieur Oiseau.”

“Thanks. You too, Rook-san.”

While the eccentric continued with his praises, Jamil looked over to Meryu and Grim. “Your clothes look nice, Melenas. However, you'll probably catch a cold with your shoulders bare.”

“I’ll be fine, Mr. Viper. But thank you for your concerns.”

“And don’t forget me! I surpass all of you with my duds as the best!” That only got a laugh from the whole group instead. “Hey!”

“There, there,” Meryu said to Grim. “You look great, boss.”

“And don’t you forget it, either!”

Trein clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. After some discussion with the Student Council, they will give the group a tour in three separate groups. Two will have one Noble Bell representative to guide them, while the last one will have the Night Raven Professor offer to guide in Rollo’s stead. Due to his presence needed for the other visiting schools, the President will be unable to help with the tour for now. If only the boys didn’t make things so difficult with the naming convention for their groups.

“Wait, what about them?” Ruggie noticed Meryu and Grim didn’t really have a group to begin with.

“They will stay with me for the trip,” Trein explained. “As for the rest of you, follow your guide, no wandering off, and remember my words from this morning.”

“Yes sir!”

“Mr. Epel, Mr. Deuce. Don’t forget your…”

“We didn’t,” The farmer flashed his violet ‘earrings’ to her. “Got them on standby just in case!”

“Hai,” Deuce flexed his arms in a ‘bras d'honneur’, hinting at the sapphire armband on his right glove. The duo left with Azul and waved goodbye. “See you guys at the Square!”

“See you later, guys!”

Idia’s group had also left with their guide as well. Leaving the remaining four of Malleus, Riddle, Jamil and Sebek to follow their professor and Prefect.

~EXEC_ZENVA=RYUSSE >> FLEUR_CITY-Tes Biron~

[abeana-yo]

Shop Husbands- A Good Omens Fic

Chapter 1

Demons and angels are just that, demons and angels; natural forces against one another. But when two composing opposites -like water and oil- can come together and find comfort in one another's chaos; is truly a sight to behold.

Aziraphale and Crowley are sitting under the beaming sun, the demon lounging with a popsicle in hand (of course to appease the humans and not for the simple satisfaction of the frozen treat). Aziraphale on the other hand was sitting properly on the bench with a simple vanilla ice cream cone, savoring the sweet cream treat. “Angel” Crowley pauses and looks over at Aziraphale with a questioning look, “what if I started a shop next to yours?” the angel stops tasting his ice cream and looks over at him "I don't think our sides would like us…working so... close.” Aziraphale glanced with a questioning look “what would you even sell! Showing off your…car isn't a good work ethic” he nods. Crowley rolls his eyes under his black sunglasses “and-selling- books is?” the demon snickers and playfully pushes his friend “plants! I want to sell plants, maybe scare them into being sold so I can make them all grow perfectly.” Crowley laughed and leaned back. Aziraphale smiled and stood up “if you insist then-, we should get started as soon as possible… before my book collection grows more you don't have space”. The angel begins to head away, and Crowley follows right behind him. 

Back at Aziraphale bookshop the pair arrives and looks at the exterior, examining it for the perfect lay out. Aziraphale's shop was small as it was, but with a little miracle and misfortune they created a perfect shop connected to his own. It has its own bay window that opens to display the plants, a black exterior (Aziraphale begged for the color to match his own shop, but Crowley wouldn't budge) the walls were a dark red brown and were adorned with black metal shelving that held a plentiful number of plants ranging from herbs and shrubs to trees. The ceiling had hanging plants in burlap sacks; To the front there was a small register and had small flowers such as lily of the valley, belladonna, and monkshood. Finally, black roses were hidden in many spots of the shop (mainly because Aziraphale hid them for Crowley). What would have taken them a month at most, only took them a matter of hours (somehow the colors of things kept being changed to a lighter color palette). Crowley and Aziraphale stood in front of their combined efforts to create a somehow soothing and calming, but dark and eerie plant shop. Crowley was pleased, a smile of a creation he made with his closest and dearest friend. “Well..., what will you call it?” the angel looked at his friend smiling over at him, then with the snap of his fingers a sign hung over the building Garden of Eden. Aziraphale looked at Crowley confused…” isn't that a biblical place? Why choose that?” Crowley looks at the angel and smiles, he doesn't say a word but takes the angel's hand and leads him inside. It could have been a jab at God and her creation, but Crowley meant it more as a memento to their begging and this new beginning now. As they went inside a nightingale had landed on their window seal and sang a lovely song. Neither could hear it though since Crowley has instead Queen must break the new store in and was blasting through the walls. The two laughed with each other, until the night in which the shop was closed up and Crowley went back to his flat and fell straight to bed not a thought in his mind. Aziraphale l on the other hand had performed one final miracle, just as his own, he made a bedroom that connected to The garden of Eden’s top floor (which was just an empty top floor). Even though Aziraphale was excited to have Crowley so close and working together, the anxiety of heaven was still lingering on top of him. He knew how little they paid attention but how harsh their punishments were. After the whole saving the world quarrel, they had, the angel knew that their sides would have been too stunned to even bother the two, but they still had such a grasp on Aziraphale. Even so, he was willing to fight for a life that had Crowley in it…

[tehriel]

Moth and Flame (not Ghoul enough)

Behold, I have finished this fanfic, I am editing chapters as they come out.

Sodo/Dew x Reader primarily. Little Rain and Phantom x Reader too. Reader do just get around.

Mature, more plot over porn.

Tags: banter, attempts at humour, little violence, gore, really don't take this one seriously

Classic enemies to lovers romcom vibes. Not reinventing the wheel should be an easy read. The reader is a too-happy, sparkly ghoul who has been given the position of cardinal. Sodo is the bane of their entire existence; they are forced to work together. Gaffs ensue.

Deals with themes of being a people pleaser.

Below you can find the first chapter~

will probably repost when I have made a pretty cover for this one~

You hummed softly, swaying in the lazy light of early spring. You spun barefoot around your well-trodden paths of the greenhouse, which hid in the great shadow of the cathedral. Your waltz caused your tail to sweep the dirt floor and the skirts of your white cassock to flutter.

You stopped dead in your tracks. “Just look at you~” you chirped, pausing to admire one of your black roses. “Friend, you’re early; the ritual dance isn’t for another three weeks,” you tapped the early bloomer on the head. “Maybe I’ll dry you out so people can still enjoy all the work you’ve put into being pretty, hmm?” You pondered for a while before pouring some water from your watering can. The water ran red. The rose could not be happier.

“Cardinal _______,” came a soft call.

A smile slowly peeled over your face; your teeth were sharp, but your demeanour wasn’t threatening. “Sister Maria~” you sparkled and peered down from the balcony, “I’m in the roses—from memory, you liked my roses, hum?”

“O—o.. yes, Cardinal.” You were her Juliet on your balcony, and the small slight of a girl turned bright beet red.

You cocked your brow and gave her an unassuming grin. “Whatever has you so flustered, Sister?”

“N-nothing, uh, Papa Emeritus has sent for you, Cardinal.”

“And here I was thinking you’d come to see me, Sister,” you teased and picked up your snips from your tool table. “I’ll be down in a moment.” Your voice turned to whisper, “You want to go with her, huh? That’s why you were early, very sly of you.” You took the rose low on the stem and replaced your snips on the bench before walking down the spiral steps, flower in tow. “You look lovely today, Sister~” you twittered.

“Oh, t-thank you…” The scarlet of her cheeks contrasted her black habit.

You expertly dethorned the rose with quick claws.  “Here you are,” you gave a short bow and offered the plant.

“T-thank you, Cardinal,” she stammered and looked away as she twirled the stem between her fingers.

“Anytime, Sister~ You know I appreciate your company~” You twinkled and danced around her, tail moving like a streamer in your wake. “Will you walk with me to see Papa~?”

“No-no, I’m needed in the kitchens today.”

You clicked your tongue, “Ah, too bad—and still, I think I can tell when you are helping out in the kitchens, the meals taste a little extra… mhhm.” You made the universal hand sign for ‘fucking delicious’.

“Oh, I just chop…”

“It’s not what goes in… it’s the way you smell,” you slowly flashed her your teeth.

She swallowed.

“Anyway~ I’ll see you later, Sister; enjoy your rose~” you beamed and near-skipped away to Papa Copia’s offices.

***

“Meet in Aeth’s room after practice?” Rain the water ghoul prompted the group of dark-clad ghouls in his soft-spoken voice.

“Yeah, you can all try my new brew,” Swiss’s grin was too big, it always was.

“Eugh, you didn’t make this one in your toilet again, right?” Aether wrinkled his nose.

“Noooo….” Swiss waved off in a way that everyone with ears could tell he was full of shit.

“Oh, you so did, fucking minging, man,” Aether was loud. His voice echoed up the polished marble hallway.

“Naw, come on, it adds to the-the… experience. It’s fucking powerful stuff—I’ve been bothering Papa for a distiller.”

“I don’t care about the minutia and the abience of your fucking toilet, man!” Aeth’s nose wrinkled.

“I cleaned it before I..”

“Brewed more fucking shit in it?” Aeth’s brows rose in a ‘are you kidding?’ manner.

“Well, I’m in,” Phantom shrugged, “pretty sure I’ve put worse things in my mouth.

“Pretty sure I’ve watched you put worse things in your mouth,” Aether slapped his shorter brother’s shoulder affectionately.

“Uh, hey guys, what are we talking about~?” You twinkled, stepping up to the group. Your white hooded cassock shone colours in the stained glass sunlight, a blinding contrast to their inky black formal ghoul’s uniforms.

“Oh…” is all Swiss said. 

They all went dead quiet. 

You felt the weight of it.

You watched them look at each other. 

Even Phantom couldn’t look at you.

You nodded to yourself, “Uh, I was going to hang out in the forest later this week if anyone wanted to come?” You prompted, still smiling.

“Ah, busy week,” Aether stretched.

“Busy,” Swiss nodded. “Yeah, you know all this ritual prep,” Swiss waved.

“Phantom?” You smiled hopefully. 

“Ah, nah, gonna have to take the L on this one, Cardinal… busy, uh, with them.” He pointed to the rest of the group.

“All uh, week?” You frowned.

“Yeah, yes.” Swiss nodded. “Alllll week, that Copia is a real slave driver.”

You nodded in a big way. “Ah, yeah… I get it, no, uh… probably more fun alone, right…? uh, trees and… yeah. Really absorb the… ambience,” You refused to let your smile die or show any disappointment.

“Anyway, we got a thing with Sodo, like right now, so…” Swiss thumbed.

“That’s right,” Phantom touched his forehead. “Almost forgot that.”

“Oh, cool, yeah, you guys have an awesome day, huh?” You nodded, still beaming as brightly as you could.

“Yes, will do!” Phantom gave a thumbs up but was already walking away.

There was a chorus of ‘bye’s, and they hurriedly walked away. Rain was last to move. “Sorry, Cardinal ______…” he murmured, turning away.

“You know you don’t have to call me that?” You called softly, knowing his grey, pointed ears would still hear you. “Just ______ is fine.”

“______,” he muttered but left anyway.

Your grin shakily gave out, and you sighed softly, watching the leaves dance and mar the light of the windows. You were alone.

***

“Ah, my beautiful Cardi _,” Copia brimmed and stood from his paper-littered desk. He might as well have swum up to you from the depths of ink and paperwork. Poor guy.

“Does not seem fair that I can no longer call you Cardi C, Papa,” you chuckled. “How are you today, Papa E~?”

He was in his comfy red sweats and simple dark eye makeup for a hard day in the office. “Ah yes, good-good. Come sit, my ghoul. You want a biscuit or perhaps a juice box?” He offered you the cookie jar on his desk as he always did.

You sat, your tail ending up politely in your lap as you waved off the biscuit; for some reason, you had no appetite. It definitely had nothing to do with what just happened in the hallway on your way here. “What can I help you with today, Papa~?” You twinkled.

“Naw, can’t I ask you into my office just to catch up?” His grin skewed the black of his painted upper lip.

“I know you wish you could, Papa,” you huffed a small sigh, missing when you were both cardinals and he had actual time on his hands. But humans grew up—and you just wouldn’t.

“I’m taking some holiday time soon, perhaps then, huh?”

“That is the best news I’ve heard all day~” you grinned. “Ooo ooooo, I gotta start planning!”

“Yes, I will book you in for a weekend, but until then, I want you to do something for me.”

“Hmm~? I’m listening.”

“I, uh, need the basement cleaned out and reorganised. I went down looking for what we need for the springtime ritual dance, and I really couldn’t find shit down there.”

“Not even a little turd?” You frowned.

“Very funny,” he said in a way that meant, ‘you’re not funny at all’.

You stood and stretched yourself out. “Last I checked, it’s a fucking hellscape down there; I think I’d know because, uh,” you pointed to the horns that popped out the top of your hood. “But I’ve got this~ Anything else, Papa?” You were already getting ready to leave, though. He just didn’t have time for you anymore, but if this made things easier for him, you were all too happy to help.

“Eh, yes, actually,” he looked away, and his leather-clad finger fiddled with a pen on his desk.

“You’re usually a little more forward about these things,” you chuckled and piqued a brow.

“What? Uh, nah.. it’s…” he cleared his throat. “Sodo will be helping you clear the basement.”

“Eh-what?” You felt your usually springy, chipper mood slipping.

“Sodo is going to be helping you out,” he repeated, but you had definitely heard him correctly the first time. You were praying for a bee to have maybe buzzed passed, and it sounded like people just saying stupid shit for some reason.

“Papa…” you eased. “Papa, this is where you say uh, ‘sike’, and we both laugh because he is an awful shit, and you would never trap me in a basement with him for weeks on end.”

“I am sorry, ______, I am aware of how you feel about him.”

“I am starting to think that may not be the case. Papa, Lucifer created him to be the size of a football for a reason.” You studied his mismatched eyes, trying to detect some kind of joke you were missing.

“A reason, Caro?”

“So that Baggio might one day kick him into the sun.”

Copia laughed before he could stop himself. “Ah, I love Baggio~”

“Come on, Papa, there has to be something more useful he could be doing, like uh, being a hamburger. I have a very good recipe if you ever consider….”

“______,” he shook his head and chuckled, “I’m sorry, it’s out of my hands; Sister caught him trying to set a fire in the abbey again…”

“Of course, he was,” you rolled your eyes. “He keeps saying there are cherubs in there…”

“He’ll be helping you out as punishment.”

“Punish himmmm! Not me! I can do this all so easily by myself.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love you both dearly,”

“I have no idea why…” you muttered under your breath.

“But I worry what would happen if he was in there alone and unsupervised with all our ritual decorations…”

“And the weapons locker,” you huffed, and your lip dropped. “He only has two brain cells, violence and dumb.”

“Naw, come now, Cardinal ______. I am still not wholly sure why you hate him so much.”

“He’s short, angry and mean,” you answered without thought.

“Mean?”

“Oh, you know, ‘______, if you love plants so much why don’t you marry one,’ orrr ‘______, maybe you should sew yourself a body bag next’ orrr ‘______, I get to make love to Swiss, and you don’t so… go eat worms.’ You know, things like this.”

Copia steepled his hands in thought. “I see. Maybe you could, uh, take time and ‘bond’ over this… at least hate each other a little less…”

“Bond? Bond?! Papa! I rather eat glass. I would rather strap on wings and ascend to whatever heaven the Trump supporters go to.”

“At the very least, you will have some more uh, comedic material, huh?”

You blew out your cheeks. “They say trauma makes a person very funny. Eugh, but I’ve already seen hell; why must I survive it here too?!”

“Ah, always so dramatic, my pretty ghoul.”

You gave him a face of utter disapproval.

“I’m afraid it’s my final say on the matter, ______. I believe the two of you can work out the basement without too much damage.”

You closed your eyes for a long time and sighed, “I understand this next ritual takes a lot of time and planning, so I will do this for you, Papa Copia—not for him. For you.” 

“Thank you, my sweet ghoul. Perhaps I will take time to plan out our weekend, huh? As a reward for all this?”

“When did you ever get so charming?” You gave him a tight smile.

“Oh, uh, always~” he grinned. 

“Right, let’s fucking get this done…”

“Hope you have a lovely day, Cardinal~”

“You too, Papa,” you sagged, opening the door. Your tail followed you limply out. Fucking shitty, fuck. Hell.

Thank you for reading friend! I hope you enjoyed it!!

[pompeiisystem]

Friend: "I like em thick!"

Me: "bet."

Friend: *proceeds to show me a scantily clad woman with her ribs, hip ones, and clavicle showing*

Me: "...Dawg..."

So anyways I had this long ass discussion about how fatphobia and modern expectations of beauty make people brainwashed to think a body like 2015 Nikki Minaj is the 'thick'/'chubby' body type

That that's the acceptable fat/lean ratio to find attractive

I WANT ROLLS

I WANT FAT

I WANT TO BURY MY HANDS IN THEIR SIDES AND DIG MY FINGERS INTO PLUSH FLESH

FAT IS SEXY

FAT IS HEALTHY!! ITS HEALTHIER TO BE OVERWEIGHT THAN UNDERWEIGHT!!

And *NO* I'm not shaming thin people! I love my cute twiggy fellows that I can manhandle and give piggy back rides to!!

I'm specifically shaming people who allow themselves, or push others, to follow or believe in modern beauty norms!!!

Yes, you may be 100 pounds but you're gorgeous! I'm giving you all sorts of affection and flowers!

Same with my bigger peeps!

Yeah, you're 300 pounds, but you're so fucking warm and soft and I know you get a lot of shit for being thick, but FUCK THEM.

I cast Fire Ants in the Urethra upon them/gen

Nobody should police what is beautiful because beauty is in every fucking single thing, person, plant, animal, atom, etc!!!

Big nose? Hot

Far set eyes? Cute

Thin lips? Sending you smooches rn

BEAUTY IS NOT ONLY IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER, IT IS IN THE *HEART* OF THE BEHOLDER!!! YOU DONT NEED EYES TO ACKNOWLEDGE BEAUTY!!!

Im so dead serious when I say that if you cannot find a single beautiful thing in life, and the reason is not depression, the fault lies within you, nobody else.

Literally every day I make it a mission to fight the sad, nihilistic thoughts by pointing out and complementing people and things. (Yes you can compliment the sky and thank them for the pretty clouds today, or the grass for being that specific shade of green)

See anything you like in a person at the store? Go out of your way to compliment them on it!

Never a day goes by where I don't walk outside and pet my farm animals or domestic pets or feel appreciative of how the natural world works and how it affects me positively.

You're never too old, too tired, too sick, too sad, too anything to appreciate beauty in whatever form you'd prefer. Just don't let Taylor Swift, Channing Tatum, or Megan The Stallion be your Adonis, alright?

Those people are literally denied jobs and tours of they don't keep a certain weight, muscle mass, or physical 'attractiveness' up to the standards of media.

You shouldn't hold yourself to those stands because they're ridiculous!!

Be fat! Be skinny! Be hairy! Wear those round glasses! Don't wear concealer! Don't conform to someones standards who never cared about you in the first place!!

Be you, whatever that is!

I guarantee you are 1,000,000 more confident once you get used to living in your own skin, not the designer shit they try to sell!

-written by a fat, trans masc with crooked teeth and a happy heart

[nancypullen]

SPRING!

Spring has sprung and I've got an itchy trowel hand. I'm dying to get stated in the gardens. Raise your hand if you think I need at least one raised bed for herbs.

I chose those baseball players because it's also baseball season! Opening day is March 28th. Hit 'em where they ain't boys! Name that movie. Here's a hint.

If I sound chipper today, it's because I am. I HAVE A DAY OFF! Hallelujah! This job has become all-consuming and honestly, not fun. With spring in the air I'm longing for home and time spent playing in the dirt. The flower beds in the front of the house wave me off every morning and greet me every night - and I miss them!

Those gorgeous irises ae from Stoner Creek Elementary where I spent many years working. When a tornado wiped out the school some of my sweet teacher friends dug up and divided irises from the grounds. My dear pal, Dina, gifted me with several and they're thriving. The tulip bulbs were sent by my sister-in-law last December. I put them in the ground and, lo and behold, all 40 bloomed! Isn't it special when you can look at parts of your gardens and feel a rush of love for the people who made it possible? Double the pleasure. Our high today is just 47 and there's a chilly wind blowing, but the sun is bight and skies are blue. No complaints from me. I spent a little time cleaning up winter debris from the flower beds and making plans for what I'll grow this year. Every fall I swear I'm not planting sunflowers again, and every spring I come across seeds that I saved and I'm pulled right back in. Of course I'll plant them. They did really well on the east side of the house last summer, so that's where they'll go again. I surrounded them with zinnias for extra color (is there anything easier to grow than zinnias?) and the grandgirl liked making bouquets with them. I'll do that again. My Zepherine rose bush arrived last week and went into the ground, crossing my fingers that she'll really show off. Of course, this is her first year so I shouldn't expect too much. I shouldn't, but I will. I need to do a lot of things with my time off, but I have a feeling most of it will involve dirt. I'm okay with that. I just want to wear old t-shirts, make things grow, and feed the birds and squirrels. I've become an old swamp witch. There are worse ways to spend my time, right? I've got a roast in the crockpot, I'll roast some broccoli and mash some taters for dinner. We eat a lot of salmon and salads, generally avoiding red meat, but I thought the mister deserved a big hunk of cow meat tonight. He has been absolutely wonderful about keeping things tidy and making dinners. I know, I know women do invisible work for decades and no one ever applauds or thanks them. We're criticized when we don't do it all, but never thanked. Still, I appreciate that he's not leaving everything for me to do, so I will shower him with beef. I know it's been forever since I posted, and I really hate it. HATE it. I ask myself at the end of every nine hour day at the library why I'm doing this. I just wanted to volunteer somewhere and meet some nice people.

I know that most folks don't see what happens behind the scenes in a library, it seems like quiet people just sit at desks and check books in and out. There's constant work to be done, lots of big plastic tubs of books coming and going that have to be processed, inter-library loans,etc. I also spend time at the information desk which is always wild. Some of the questions that people call with would blow your mind. I enjoy working in the children's room, that's always fun. I really love when I can put the right book into a kid's hands and they come back and ask for more like it. Shelving never ends...ever. I'm already working on April's displays , two in the main library and one in the children's room. I just really wish that the days weren't so long. This week is a short week for me and I am delighted. Next week will be long. If they'd just have me come in from 9 to 1 daily, I could knock out all of my work plus others' tasks and still have a life. I work every hour that I'm there, others do not. If I have down time I will float around and pick up the slack in other areas. If everything is caught up, I'll clean. I never thought I'd be that senior citizen that complained about "young people today", but my gosh there's a whole lot of dead weight on staff. Seems like everyone has a special reason why they can't complete a task or show up for work. Ugh. They're all making more than me and getting health insurance, why am I the only one worried about the work getting done? I'm the part-time granny! Okay, I'm not going to end this happy blog post with whining about work. It has been good for me to get out and meet people, I'll stick with the positives. I skipped lunch today because I was working in the yard and now I'm feeling snacky. Since we're having a big dinner I guess I'll just have some cucumbers or a cup of yogurt. That'll keep me from wasting away to normal. Might even sit down and watch some murder tv. I've really been missing my shows! I have to catch up on all of the heinous things people do to one another. I wouldn't be surprised if someone calls the library asking how to dispose of a body, I'll just consider this research. I'm off for a couple of days so I'll blog again tomorrow. Hooray!! I miss the old days of steady blogging. Until then... Stay safe, stay well, HAPPY SPRING! XOXO, Nancy

[herzzgeist]

26) At Peace

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 6.4k | Warnings: none

Dividers by cafekitsune

"Slow down, Phea! I don't have these special squirrel powers like you!" - "Oh bugger! No blamin' my super ninja skills, (Y/n)!", the squirrel mink Phea swings from branch to branch with ease, as for you can barely keep up with her pace. Climbing up the uneven bark of a giant nutmeg tree, your eyes accidently peek down, leaving you breathless and whimpering out of shock. You are easily almost two hundred feet off the ground. If it weren't for your stomach of steel, others might have already lost their poise, close to retching.

To Phea's notice, she comes back to your level, supporting you gently with her hand on your back: "Don't look down now eh? We don't want ya to land on your keghead, do we?" - "My god...are we finally there yet? It's been an hour now!"

Chuckling to your complaint, she heaves you up a larger branch and helps you steady your wobbly legs. Pointing to the tree crown not far above, she declares gleefully: "We're almost there! My hideout is right there on top. Hang on!"

It takes a second for you to realise, that Phea has hooked her arm under yours and instructs you to suck in your gut. Wait, what? With one powerful jump, she slings the both of you up through the tree's pointy twigs and leafs, earning a surprised yelp from you.

After that turbulent leap of faith, your eyes widen by the scenery emerging before you. What a sight to behold. An ocean of trees spreads over the lands and a majestic looking old temple peeks through the green gardens. The sun hits your face and heats up the air around you, the sweat trickling down your back.

"Beautiful, isn't it? Now, I want you to hold on to this, and we'll glide over to that temple ye?", Phea huffs satisfied, as she readies the glider in the small tree house cabin, on the wooden plattform that you took a stand. This woman is going to be the death of you. She sure is an adrenaline junky, you think to yourself, while watching the mink preparing your lift.

She guides you through the whole procedure and shows you where to land, fastening a rope to your hips, which is secured onto the glider. "Alright, all set? Awesome! Fair winds and blue skies! I'll see ya at the meeting point!" - "Wai- WOAH!", she pushes you off the edge and the glider carries you over the breathtaking picturesque jungle beneath.

The wind smoothly glides along your skin and your heart nearly beats out of your chest in excitement. Birds in all kinds of colours fly along side you, forming a 'V' flock formation. That feeling is mesmerizing and you can't help but to laugh in astonishment.

You can see the temple growing taller, getting closer and closer. This is it. Doing as Phea told, you unlock the safety rope and let yourself fall into the green lush below. Enormous leafs catch and cushion your long fall, softly sliding along the giant plant onto the ground.

As your feet touch the earth, you let out a cheer of enthrallment. Close behind you follows Phea, also coming down from her high. "THAT...was fucking amazing!" - "See? Told ya this is wicked!", you laugh delightedly, beaming at your quirky friend. Thus, she leads the way to the reffered temple right infront of you.

"I must warn ya though, no word to Wanda! I'll be road kill, if she finds out!", she mutters lowly, telling you to keep this discreet. Curious, you ask her who else knows about this. The squirrel girl gives you a short kept clarification: "Well, Wanda and Carrot, but they're not aware that me and my sister Tristan do too."

Oh dear, this turns out to be much more of a hassle than it ought to be in the first place. However, you find it strange, that this temple is forbidden to enter. "What is it with the arctic and your mink tribe? Aren't you the same kin?", this question let's Phea's fur stand on end. Anxiously she shushes you with a finger on your mouth.

"Don't you ever mention this back in the village. They will claw your eyes out...", alarmed, the squirrel sways her tail back and forth, close to whispering these words to you. Following her up the stairs, you grasp the moonstone in your hand firmly. This is the moment of truth. After months of research, this will hopefully provide you some clarity to the darkness roiling inside you.

Phea stutters, interrogating you cautiously: "So, why do ya need to know more about the arctic tribe? You friends with one or something?" - "You could say that. I'm actually trying to find out more about the moonstone's powers." By hearing that, the woman next to you freezes in place, her eyes filled with terror.

Seeing her trembling makes your head tilt in concern: "What is it?" - "This cursed thing? D-Do you have it...here?" With the pendant in hand, you show it to her by lifting it up, presenting the marvelous stone. Nothing comprehesive spills out of her, as she takes a few steps back.

"Are you actually...chosen?", Phea turns to you in worry, holding her quivering hands together. In a quick shrug you signalise your uncertainty and explain the events you've experienced relating this relic. A fascinated huff escapes your friend, as she comes closer to you again: "(Y/n), this is the reason why the arctic and jungle minks seperated. They are obsessed with the might of their so called goddess Tsukiyomi. Given our true form, as known as Sulong, as soon as we gaze upon the moon, we are granted with more strength and speed, regardless our subrace. The arctics found a way to commune with the goddess and even sacrifice themselves to earn more and more power. They're practically addicts!"

Listening to her tellings, you two follow through the wide halls of the imperious temple. A few holes in the upper walls let the light shine through, making it easier to orient yourself in this cobble stone maze. Moss and other plants uknown to you crawl along the ground, reaching up to the ceiling, nearly burying over the whole stone underneath.

At the end of the corridor appears a giant cube formed stele, encarved with strange looking language. Your eyes widen in wonder: "A poneglyph..." - "Scary eh? Ancient history of our ancestors is inscripted on this invincible rock, but given the fact, that this temple his forbidden, only shows that this one must tell the story of our seperation with the arctics."

Intimidating. There's so many questions, but it's impossible to get answers out of this unintelligeble language on this stele. How unfortunate, to this point there's no reason to stay here. Perhaps Phea is able to tell you more about the incidient and the deity.

"You mentioned Tsukiyomi. Who was Faemunlin then?" - "To be honest with ya, I have no clue. The only thing I know, he was a chosen guardian wearing this exact stone!.", this information enlightens you immensely. You understand now.

Everything what Yukino told you, back at Minion Island. Faemunlin wasn't a god, he was a guardian of the gods, a human bestowed with power beyond imagination, earning the, so to speak 'title' of a demi-god. The thoughts begin to race in your head. That stone, it's testing the bearers might, to see if one is worthy. It's the power source of a guardian.

Recalling to Yukino's told tales, Faemunlin disobeyed Tsukiyomi's conviction, to kill everyone with the will, the enemy who carries this name, instead, he fell in love with a D to his demise. He sealed his own fate. This is rather tragic. The dream you had, taking shape more or less.

As far as you know, you haven't received a clear sign of being the "chosen one", however for a short amount of time, it felt like it, after the incident at the Red Marrow Isles. A shiver runs down your spine, as it dawns on you, that you'll have to be tested once more. You need to know, to be certain.

Strangely enough, you haven't had these terrible nightmares anymore, since the one at the City Isle. Maybe you aren't the chosen one? A mixture of relief and confusion makes itself vacant in you.

Coming to a conclusion, you'll have to find a substitute necklace and wear it around your neck. The stone must be carried by heart and to your knowledge, you'll have to face a worthy opponent, for it to trigger it's powers and induce them on you. 

"Phea, I think I've seen enough. Let's head back to the village.", hearing those words, the mink's tension visibly loosens off her shoulders, relieved by your decision.

"Zoro no! He shouldn't drink any alcohol in his state!", the little reindeer gives the swordsman a piece of his mind, seeing how he swung his arm around the shoulder of the freshly stitched up surgeon of death. Who would have thought, that a doctor needed help from another doctor?

Law's right arm is completely wrapped in bandages, which should indicate to anyone with common sense, that he shouldn't be handled roughly. That perscription falls on deaf ears of the pirate hunter, for he thrusts his wooden jug filled with sake into the air, wanting nothing but to converse with the annoyed supernova sitting beside him.

"Dammit!", Law exclaims, attempting to tear himself off the highly tending to get drunk swordsman, holding him in his clutches, not exaggeratedly speaking. Chopper supresses a little giggle, watching those two stoic men roughhousing unintendedly: "He's stubborn, but as long as he doesn't smuggle some alcohol into your mug, you should be fine." - "I think I'll just pass on any kind of liquid handed to me tonight..."

Zoro seems appalled by Law's declaration and nudges him playfully: "Oh come on Casanova! Just relax! You're able to see your crew and puppy again!" How the surgeon just wants to tear this imbecile apart. With his eyes wide open and pupils barely visible, he rasps at the green-hair: "Can you not? Stop this bullshit you dumbass!"

Laughing at his gripe, the pirate hunter takes another big sip of his mug, a wide grin spreading over his face. 'Beyond repair' crosses Law's mind, knitting his brows in a head shake. Chopper doesn't quite understand the meaning of this banter and asks innocently: "Puppy? Do you have a pet dog?"

This isn't happening. Not sure how to reply to that wholesome question, the surgeon only stutters a low 'No', practically breaking the tipsy swordsman next to him. Bursting out in a snort he adds: "In his case you could call it a pet!"

That was the last straw. Loosing all his composure, he snaps at the gawking in tears moss-head: "Fuck off! Give it a rest already!" The reindeer sweat drops and tries to avert from the current topic, scratching the back of his head. "I'm curious how Zou is like. You said your crew awaits you there?", Law sighs a strained groan and gives Chopper a light hum and a nod in confirmation.

Excited, a cute laugh escapes the Straw Hat's doctor and sparkles in the shape of stars beam out of his eyes: "This is all so nerve wracking. Well, the positive way I mean. But, I'll have to excuse myself for now. Need to check on some antipyretic analgesics for you. See ya!" How can something so cute talk so professionally? It's beyond Law's comprehension, but he considers it to be rather adorable, not likely admitting it to public that is.

Again, the swordsman presses his elbow into his sides coyly: "Pet." - "Shut up."

Time stands still for you, feeling as if you're on holidays, enjoying a safari trip. If only it weren't for the ever growing ache in your heart. You notice how the crew is overflowing in worry as well, drowning themselves in scittery and nervous conversations, speculating if something might have happend to the Captain.

The moon slowly switches places with the sun, the dark blue sky being enlightend by the soft white light of the trabant. Laying in your hammock, you stare up into the sky, a low little 'I love you' whispered to yourself, wishing he was here right now.

Dreamily closing your eyes, approaching footsteps keep you from taking a nap. Indeed, a nap. You weren't able to sleep the past few days, overthinking the Captain's arrival over and over again. Turns out to be more difficult than you anticipated. At the beginning, you were fully confident, that it will be bearable. Oh how wrong you were.

Tristan greets you warmly, giving you a sweet: "Garchu (Y/n), how are you doing? I thought I'd keep you company for a bit." - "Tristan! Garchu! That's really kind of you." Taking a seat next to you on a neighbouring hammock, she lets it sway back and forth playfully, joining you in watching the stars glide by faintly.

Surprised, the squirrel mink points to the sky: "Oh look! A shooting star! Make a wish!" Taken aback, your head shoots to the direction she indicates to you and you smile by the sight of the scene playing before you. The wish you make is more than obvious, Tristan however isn't aware and asks you about it, the curious girl she is.

Humming shyly, you reveal it to her: "I wish, that our Captain will arrive soon." Tristan's bushy tail starts to sway restlessly, as she looks at you knowingly. "I sense you want to mate with him." - "What the- Tristan! Since when have you been so straight foward?! N-No...I-", the way you hold yourself, trying to hide your creeping blush on your face, only lets the nurse burst into laughter.

There's no way you can hide your true feelings from her, mink's probably have a keen sense of smell or just have a very formidable intuition. Could turn out quite bothersome, if the topics they managed to identify aren't kept discreet.

"There's no denying it, apologies.", she humbly bows her head to you, her ears drooping slightly in abashment. Accepting her apology, you wave it off, not taking her statement personally. She is right however, you want him. The dream you had recently proves it quite vividly.

The hammock sways you from left to right, softly rocking you into tiredness. You feel how your eyelids grow heavier with each blink you take. The observant nurse Tristan is, huffs at you musedly and heaves herself out of the taut cloth: "I think it's time for you to take some rest. I wish you a good night, (Y/n)." Bearly capable to speak, you mumble a low 'Goo- nigh- Tris...tan'.

She gently closes the door to your balcony and makes sure, your little flat is secured. Her lips form into a content smile, thinking what a curious and loving human you are.

You feel hot. Why? Squiggling in your hammock, your eyes open up in a small crack, realising the warm rays of the sun dance through the air, heating you up like a sausage in a, quite literally, blanket. Did you just sleep through the night and day? Stretching out the strain in your neck, you feel yourself rested for the first in a long time. Delightful.

What's not so delightful, is the fact that you overslept once again. Storming into your room, hunting for some clothes and attempting to fix your hair in the mirror, you prepare to make your way to the inn's dining room, where you're supposed to meet your crew mates for breakfast.

A peek to the clock tells you, that it's way past breakfast time. "Oh my fu- gods.", you curse inwardly, picking up the pace and closing the door behind you with a loud slam. Running through the village you greet each and every citizen with a meak smile, which is no news to them already, for they have no other image of you. That's just you and they think it to be a charming trait of yours.

Arriving at the inn you calm your fastened breath and enter with a few last exhausted huffs. Of course, you missed everyone already, sighing in disappointment. Not completely alone, you get greeted by a giggling Phea, who works at the inn: "Well good morning keghead! Did you finally have a good night's or day's sleep? It's 5 pm." - "Garchu Phea! Unexpectedly I did!"

Thus you order the usual and the squirrel readies your food and drink, while holding a cheerful chat with you. It warms your heart, being that appreciated by these kind people here in Zou. You don't take that for granted, after all they did for you. Taking you in for uncoutable weeks is something to be incredibly grateful for, how will you ever be able to repay that.

Sipping on your coffee, you ask Phea about your team: "Do you know where my mates ran off to? I haven't seen a single one of them." - "Bepo mentioned something about your Captain's Vivre card moving, being all jumpy and excited about it." What? Is he finally coming? But you just started eating. Almost tempted to gulp down the food in one go, you take bigger bites out of it, not wanting to miss his arrival. Phea slows you down: "Alright alright, put ya hooves in your tracks! You'll be spewing it rather quickly if you keep up that pace!" Biting your lip, you rumble in impatience.

Unhurried, the Captain wanders through the calmed jungle paths, engulfed in the golden light of the sunset. Sounds of crickets chirping and frogs croaking resonate from the thicket below the giant nutmeg trees. A warm breeze wafts over the slightly nackered man, observing the Vivre card in his hand, following it's indication.

Loud rustling coming from the bushes near him, catches his attention, bringing him to a stand. Lifting his gaze from the paper to his surroundings, he notices the all to familiar faces, peeking through the green growth. His lips curl into a smile and a simple chuckle leaves him, by acknowledging the silly bunch he calls his crew.

Tears of joy shoot into Bepo's black beady eyes, seeing the Captain stand only a few feet away from him, supressing the roiled up anxiety within him, whimpering and sniffling the droplets on his fur away. Everybody cheers in content and relief, practically jumping out of the hiding: "Captain!"

Without a care in the world, the Vice Commander runs up and calls out to him, hopping into his arms, nearly crushing his superior in his bear hug: "You came for us!" Thrilled, they gather around their long-awaited Captain, throwing their fists into the air in glee. "I missed you! All the members of the heart pirates are here!", in a broken voice, the polar bear nuzzles up his snout against Law's cheek repeatedly, earning a sneer from him.

Shachi reluctantly interrupts this reunion, nevertheless questions if his intention is to squash his Captain alive. All flustered, the Vice Commander gets back to the ground again, apologizing humbly. Pointing out his astonishment, he adds: "Captain, I'm amazed to know you beat Doflamingo!" Law, hesitantly remarking it wasn't his work completely, gets interrupted by Penguin, who dives in, suggesting to hold the conversation to catch up elsewhere. The doctor agrees to it gladly with a low 'Okay' and follows them deeper into the forest.

This oversleeping habit is going against the grain for you. How come you always miss the best part of the day, everyday? There's definitely the need for a stronger waking method. Taking the final bite off your plate, you drink the last sip of coffee to wash it down: "Gods, how embarrassing...." - "Don't be ashamed (Y/n)! We love ya just like that! Wacky and crazy. I bet your crew does all the same!"

Her words give your face a light hue of red out of abashment and you hand over the empty dishes to her, humming a sweet tone. Preparing yourself to go on your way to meet the others, you get out of your seat: "If I can help you with tonight's dinner Phea, let me know alright? Though I might not need one." The squirrel already stands in the kitchen at the back and calls out her thanks to you, accepting your kind offer.

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Hence you turn on your heels, to go out the front door, but a tall and familiar silhouette leans at the frame, looking straight at you. Your heart leaps out of your chest, almost immediately recognising that lean figure, presumedly waiting for you. Hesitantly you approach him and the mere shadows along his thin physique disperses into splashes of colour.

Wearing a black west with a yellow heart encircling his left side, he doesn't miss out on his usual spotted jeans and of course - his hat. A beige backpack is slung over his shoulders and his right arm is bandaged up completely. You can't believe your eyes.

Trembling in falter, your hands cover your mouth, preventing a touched cry from becoming too loud: "Holy shit...look at you, Trafalgar Law! I never thought anyone could mature that much in a brief amount of months, but here you stand!" Steel eyes mellow at your exclaim. Gradually setting his weapon to the side, he opens his arms, inviting you over.

And there you are, enclosed in his warm arms, snuggling up against his strongly heaving chest, listening to his heart, which is beating rather rapidly. You feel how your own beat synchronizes with his, closing your eyes, taking in his energy. Law's head props up on yours, also nestling his cheek against you. Phea comes back from the kitchen, but before she can even enter through the door, she freezes at the ongoing before her: "Oh, umm. I think I forgot something in the stove...I'll be right...uh."

Backing up, she considerately closes the door again, not wanting to disturb this reuniting. The Captain takes a step back to take a closer look at you, without a single word. How you long to hear his entrancing voice to speak. With utmost care, his slim hands cup your face, lifting up your gaze.

If it weren't for the evening ambience and your tensed breathing, everything around you grows silent, nothing in the world doesn't seem to dare interfere the closeness between him and you. Tears gather in the corner of your eyes out of joy as you muster a shy whisper: "You've been on my mind all the time." Languidly pressing his forehead against yours, the tip of his hat being pushed upwards, he replies uncharacteristically soft: "As you have been on mine."

And finally, you bring up the courage to kiss him. When you carefully inched closer to his face, you saw a hint of nervousness and fluster in his mesmerizing grey irises. You feel his lips quivering under yours, as you melt into him. Impulsively yet cautious, he pulls you in, the need for your touch only intensifying. The hands that cupped your face, glide down your neck, along your waist and come to rest on your hips.

At long last, his heart feels at peace, knowing you are alright. Even more than that. You stand there, in his arms, sharing his breath. It incomparably exhilarates him, for a satisfied sigh leaves him in between the kisses he plants onto your honey sweet lips.

Before it gets overly heated, he parts from you, pulling a hair strand from your face: "The others are waiting outside. Already up and about on gathering food for tonights banquet. We might want to warn your friend in the kitchen over there." - "Oh my! I'll inform her in a minute. But, how did you know I was here?"

Your innocent question lets the Captain smile subtly, as he declares: "They only jested you'd probably still be eating breakfast at this inn. Turns out they weren't wrong." Facepalming in embarrassment, you mumble your apologies through your fingers and he laughs lighty to your surprise. Taking your shielding hands in his, he gently places a kiss on your delicate skin of your digits, his gaze not a second wavering from your deep (e/c) ones, signalising you to calm down.

This simple gesture incinarates you entirely and lets you feel things, you missed so terribly all these months. Slinging the nodachi back on his shoulder, he motions you to get prepared for a joyful evening and you do as told, searching for the squirrel mink in the kitchen: "Hey Phea! The crew will be arriving with fresh ingredients soon. Up for a cooking party?" - "I bet ya! This is going to be a pretty wicked reunion feast ye?", confirming her question with a thumbs up, you take a look back at the front door, waving at your Captain in full delight, who tips his hat at you with his trademark smirk.

It fills you with joy, seeing the crew singing and dancing in elation, crowding up the whole inn. Together with Phea, you serve the food in pots and bowls of all sizes on the tables, for everyone to enjoy. You see Ikkaku hanging out with Clione and Uni, probably gossiping on and on. On the other side you discover Shachi and Penguin, toasting a bottle of sake and already awaiting his Captain, sitting at the table, is no other than Bepo, just like you taking in the vibe of his surroundings.

Carefully placing your hand on his shoulder, you ask for his well-being, who at first jumps at your sudden ministration, but grins all over both ears by hearing your voice, replying cheerfully: "Captain introduced us to the Straw Hats and invited them to our inn to share this feast with us. A few accepted, so he's bringing them over!" - "Really? This is going to be so awesome!"

With the inn full to the brim, the banquet is in full swing. Not for long, you hear Law booming through the crowd saying: "Be nice to my crew, I don't want any idiotic incidents tonight." - "Calm down, Tora-o!" That voice. Have you heard it somewhere before? That boy's laugh isn't hard to overhear and you scan the area, trying to find that face to that chipper giggling.

You take a seat at the bar and let your gaze hover over the heads, listening to the conversations, each more entertaining than the other. Then, you suddenly get fist bumped into your upper arm: "Wolf girl, long time no see." - "Roronoa! Indeed, it's been a while!" The green-head smiles, leaning at the counter next to you.

Jestingly you ask if he's in for a drink, to which of course he can't say no. In a swift movement you get to work, serving him a glass full of rich alcohol, earning a delighted grin from the swordsman, who nods at you gratefully.

"Say, I hope you are behaving around my Captain, pirate hunter?", you muse as you ready a few glasses more for additional possible orders, "As good as I can, he's a tough guy. A'ight, I'll head over to the others, see you around (Y/n)." In reply you let out a whole-hearted laugh and wish him a nice evening, as to your surprise, a little creature tries greet you.

It hops up and down and waves at you: "Hi! I just wanted to introduce myself! I'm Chopper!" - "O-Oh my god, hello! You need anything?" Kindly declining your offer he thanks you for the feast you served tonight, while munching on a candy apple. What a kind small...racoon? "Not to be rude or anything, but what are you, exactly?" - "Oh, I'm a reindeer! You're one of a few not just presuming anything, thank god!", bursting out in low titters, you give Chopper a head pat.

He gives you a shy chuckle and adds, before going his way: "I must mention, your Captain is a formidable doctor! I am one myself! It's so cool to exchange some knowledge with him, though he's kinda scary..." Surprised you let out a quiet gasp. Looking to the side, your gaze meets with Law's, who stands a few feet away from you, overhearing your chat with the reindeer. A perfect opportunity to tease: "Oh are you? Now I have two favorite doctors!" - "Oh stop it, you idiot! Haha, you don't mean that!"

Doing a little bashful dance, pink tints on Choppers cheeks as he smiles over both antlers. So, you take a peek through the corner of your eye, able to identify an overall flustered surgeon of death, doing his typical bashful hat move, turning away to hide from you, seeking company elsewhere. (Y/n) : 1 , Law : 0.

Let's see how this evening turns out, this ought to be rather stimulating.

After rearranging some pots and bowls with freshly made food, people are up for round two, giving you and Phea a hearty cheer. "Ya lot is crazy cute, I like 'em buggers!", the squirrel mink conveys to you with a sweet hum, to which you reply with an eager nod, telling her that they are the best out there.

Unexpectedly, a tall skeleton walks by you and stops in it's tracks as it sees you sitting at the bar: "Hello! You must be the lovely lady who served this banquet am I correct?" - "Th-that's me! Hope you can enjoy it...since...well. You are-" Not sure how to break it to him without actually offending him in anyway, he interrupts cheery: "Dead? Indeed! However, you're food is so delicious, my face is about to fall off."

For a fleeting moment, he only giggles inwarldy, noticing your struggle and proceeds: "Wait, I don't have a face...yohoho!" You can't help but crack up, covering your mouth to supress the outburst. That was not what you anticipated and you swipe away the tears: "Never have I ever met a skeleton this odd before! Can I offer you something to drink?" With a sophisticated bow he takes the offer and watches you prep another glas.

Thanking you, he gets stuck on a tone of curiousity and apparently means to asks for your name indirectly, thus you introduce yourself warmly. In a swoon he utters: "Glad to make your aquaintance, (Y/n). First and foremost, I have a question for you." - "Shoot." There is this dramatic build up again, as if he's preparing another joke, but you're deftly wrong about that assumption. Lowering his voice, he directs: "May I see your panties?"

Before you can even buffer what he just said, a loud thud against his head takes you aback, for an orange-haired lady just knocked sense into the skeleton. "I'm so sorry! That's typical for ol' Brook here. Please forgive him. Oh, I'm Nami by the way! Nice to meet you!", she rambles, words coming out of her like a machine gun. You don't know what to say, but only chuckle to that silly display of her tearing away that yelping skeleton, complaining about that bump she punched into his skull. How is that even possible?

Another person joins the fun, laughing at you :"Hey! You must be the Wolf girl Tora-o told me about! I saw you at the auction house, I remember you pulled a pretty brave stunt!" This must be Monkey D. Luffy, the infamous Straw Hat. What a night! So many new faces that you'll have to remember and it's not all of them.

"He told you right, I'm (Y/n). You must be Luffy, I heard you were great at Dressrosa!" - "Yup! And yeah I kicked Mingo's ass! That bastard doesn't deserve any better.", though this is a simple and delightful conversation, you are at unease in his presence. There is something about him, it's unclear to you, but it feels off. Is the D in his name concerning you?

"Oh, you got any left over meat somwhere? It's all out already.", such a bubbly boy, you're fascinated by how fast he changes the subject. Barely keeping up, you show him the way to the table, served with all kinds of meat dishes. In a blink of an eye, he storms off, screaming: "Thanks Okami!"

Okami? Did he really just give you a nickname? You don't specifically mind, but it's rather unusual to hear. Again, a shudder runs along your spine, hearing him laugh. Not that you think him awkward, quite the opposite, he is a handful sure, however you find him truly likeable. How can you not? Luffy supported your Captain beyond measure, to that you are tremendously grateful for.

Exhausted, you seek yourself to the bar, now preparing a drink for yourself, after all that ruckus. Now and then, members of your crew order a drink as well, but they don't keep you from sipping on that sweet fragrant wine. You close your eyes in felicity, indulging yourself in the faint grape aftertaste on your tongue. The burning liquid flows down your throat as you exhale in satisfaction. The white fluffy hat hovering through the crowd seizes your attention. Come to think of it, you haven't been able to talk to your Captain whole evening, not wanting to opress this poor man getting interrogated by each and every single crew member about his adventures.

You already resigned yourself to rest, which seems far from becoming a reality. Just as you took a seat back at the bar stool, a tall blonde man stands at the counter, puffing a cigarette, the smoke forming in to a heart as soon as he laid his eyes upon you: "What brings me the honor of crossing a lovely lady like you?" - "Who told you, you could smoke here Mister?"

Raising his curly brows at you he apologises and puts out the source off wafting lung clogging pungent. 'So demanding' he feebles, for now even his eyes take shapes of hearts. What is it with this man? "I'm Sanji, the Straw Hat's chef." - "(Y/n), you could say the heart pirate's Cargo Supervisor."

Resembling to Chopper's little bashful dance, he cups his reddening cheeks in his hands and expresses his pleasure in meeting you. One can see you are clearly getting uncomfortable around him being so foward, inching in on you without regard of personal space. Unconsciously, you observe that the Captain has exited out the front door, all the while you remain occupied with keeping this highly meddlesome man at bay.

"Sweet (Y/n)-chan, will you share the receipe to that amazing stew with me? You have no idea how much you inspired me!", he coos at you, attentively propping himself onto the heightend desk next to you. Without question, he's too close for comfort. On your temple builds a droplet of sweat, slowly gliding down you skin, only enhancing your hardship: "Well, uh...I-". Is all you're able to mutter, before the blonde vanishes in a fraction of a second, leaving you completely bedazzled.

"Miss me?", a more intriguing figure appears infront of you, flashing you a charming sneer that you find so overly attractive. Shit. (Y/n) : 1 , Law : 1. Was that for the indirect 'favorite doctor' banter? You should have seen it coming, that a certain white hat might interfere this rather inescapable encounter, with the goal to get right back at you. Still, never will you get used to his ability to teleport and swap places with anything and anyone he wants.

A blush makes itself visible on your cheeks, for Law exchanged himself with the pestering chef, meaning he took his exact position, only a few inches away, narrowing at you. The stuttering mess that you are, blurts out: "It seems to me, it's you who missed me." - "Don't be ridiculous (Y/n)-ya, I just saved your stupid behind."

Coming from the entrance yells an angered chef, storming right at the surgeon with such fury: "Tora-o! How dare you take me away from this gorgeous angel on eart-" How you love witnessing this play of Law turning around, giving him his famous death stare, growling at the frozen curly brow: "You mess with my crew, you bear the concequences. Move it!"

He bumps into the blonde's shoulder and pushes him along, the chef tumbling backwards, holds out to you: "We were only chatting Tora-o!" - "I don't think you need to stand twenty inches close to hold a mere conversation, Black-Leg-ya." Why does the Captain's composure through all this, heat you up to the core? That little glance over his shoulder, while walking off the perverted chef, gods be damned, it sends tingles all over your body. What are you on about, Trafalgar?

The eventful evening comes to an end. More and more people leave the feast, heading to their sleep quarters or continuing to party elsewhere, not wanting to overstay their welcome at Phea's inn. Back in the kitchen, you and your squirrel mink friend clean the dishes, keeping the chatting at minimum, for the both of you are quite tired at this point.

"Thank you for helping me out tonight (Y/n), that would've been a real pain in my fluffy bum!", you chuckle to her expressive choice of words and you smile warmly in reply.

After a long night of completing the last few chores, you stretch strainedly and swing your hoodie over your shoulders. Looking up at the clock hanging on the wall, you sigh in irritation, for it says thirty minutes past midnight and you call out to Phea: "See you tomorrow?" - "Yeah nah, I'll be over at Auntie Wanda's, the inn's closed tomorrow, but we'll prolly see eachother, no biggie!"

Before closing the kitchen door behind you, you wish her a good night and make your way to your temporary flat. It was then, when you realized, a man stands at the entrance's doorframe, again. Talking about déja-vu?

"Can I help you doctor?", you walk up next to him, cooing a cute little hum at him. He looks you up and down and offers you to walk you to your quarters, to which you can't supress a big smile to. "We didn't have the chance to fully indulge ourselves in our reunion." - "That we haven't. Aren't you tired of telling your stories for the quadrillionth time?", the two of you leave the inn and he huffs to light amusement.

"One more time can't hurt. Other than that, I don't mind if it's you.", those mellow steel eyes practically envelope you in a fuzzy warm feeling. There's no place on earth you'd rather be right now, than here beside your Captain.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Risen

https://www.patreon.com/empyreaniris?fan_landing=true

https://starr-fall-knight-rise.tumblr.com/post/182501791735/master-post

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jzEIdDAB4omdO2JcQVMObfrhLJ5kX4ONmSsLypM1ks0/edit?usp=sharing

They came in legions, a rising tide of white armored soldiers, glowing with the burning golden radiance of their maker powers spilling like a torrent into the docking bay and leaking outward through the corridors: a rising tide of glory and power brimming with possibility for conquest and battle. 

A tide: that was getting dangerously close to drowning Adam with barely contained rage. 

Adam was not a jealous man, never had been. In fact, it had taken him nearly a decade to shed his status as a doormat  and not be overly permissive, but this was crossing the line. Watching people take over his ship was simultaneously infuriating and heartbreaking all at once. Watching another, unnamed, Maker take the helm had been a knife through the heart, and seeing Maker Adham pass down orders to his newly established crew stung almost as much

The crew did not hide their displeasure.

The Bridge crew stood with impotent rage at the corners of the room demoted from their statons and relegated to lumps of flesh no better than discarded furniture. Looking at their faces, Adam could see a mixture of rage and indignation, one or two openly sneering in contempt and barely contained rage as they watched other entities take over their coveted stations, some of which the deck officers had taken the time to personalize.

The feeling was one shared by the crew at large. 

Battalions of marines watched with indignation as their battlestations were taken over, and the engineering crew…. Well they threw a fit.

Adam was hardly surprised when Narobi came storming into the room demanding attention despite her grease stained jumpsuit. Fiery honey eyes ablaze with indignton, orange and yellow hair wrap coming partially unraveled in her fury. She marched right up to Adham cutting into one of his conversations and jabbing a finger at his chest, “Who the hell do you think you are.”

Adham paused, almost taken aback but frowned, “I am Adham first man a-”

“I know WHO you are, that was not my question. I want to know who you THINK you are and why you think you can bring YOUR men into MY engine room fouling everything up.”

Adham frowned, “This is not your ship, Alter. It was, in fact, stolen from the architect, and is one of our greatest weapons in the battle against apollyon, if we are to fight him, I certainly don’t want a group of amateurs running the systems.”

“Ametures!” the look of indignation on her face was certainly a thing to behold.

Adam leaned over to Sunny, “Here we go.”

She stepped closer, “Listen here, I know this ship back forward up and down. I could navigate its systems in my sleep standing on my head in the dark, drunk, and I can guarantee you there is no better person to run the engineering systems than me,”

Adham almost looked amused, “You and your friends have had this ship for less than a decade. I am familiar with this ship for eons, so please go sit with your friends and elt us take this from here.” His voice was soft and not unreasonable, but Adam knew what the Maker was thinking.

He saw them as nothing more than children, Nairobi’s outburst a tantrum, and he did what any good adult would do, sending the kids out of harm's way and into the corner to play with their toys while the grownups did the real work.

By the time she walked over Nairobi was fuming, her beautiful face twisted into an expression of pure rage, rage that was about to be turned on Adam, who she approached, planting her feet shoulder width a few feet away from him and crossing her arms over her chest, “You want to tell me why the hell we are standing for this” She waved an angry arm at the interlopers, “After years of work, I had just gotten the systems how I like them, and now these assholes just storm onto the ship and take over.”

Adam eyed the pilot, who despite SEEMING competent, Adam would have bet he just didn’t have the fitness required to truly pilot the Empyrean like a pro. And, dammit, he thought the Empyrean felt the same way, her lights just a little dimmer, her reactions just a little muted. He reached out a hand to pat the bulkhead, “I know, I know, the last thing I want is them putting their mitts all over my ship, but at the end of the day, we did steal the ship, and as much as we might dislike it, we are going to need their help.

Nairobi did not look satisfied or convinced, but neither was Adam.

At this point the crew were all standing in a huddle at the very fringes of the room watching as others did their jobs pushed out of the way where they couldn’t get into any trouble.

Eventually, after talking to some of his own men, Aham approached, “I have spoken with the others, and have found a palace for you to stay in the interim-”

“Wiat!” The protest fell from many lips, but Adam was allowed to finish as their spokesperson, holding up a hand eyes wide with indignation, “Wait, hold on just a second, you are not just ‘dropping us off at the pool’ while you go and try to defeat apollyon without us. He is going after OUR galaxy, and OUR people. MY children are back there, and nothing short of the total annihilation of my waking consciousness is going to stop me from protecting them, not you and not any bootleg angel who decides to get in my way. We came to you to get help, increase our firepower, not to sit on the bench and watch.”

“You have no idea what you are dealing with, and no matter how petulant, angry, and childish you are going to be, I cannot allow your involvement.” Adam opened his mouth to argue, but Adham held up a hand, “You have children, so you can understand where we are coming from. No matter how much they may want to come, do you let your toddler join the war.”

Adam rolled his eyes so hard his entire head rolled, had he been able to see in the dark, he probably could have given his cervical spine a thorough once over, “That metaphor is bullshit. Unlike my toddler we have fought the void before and won plenty of battles that you and your people couldn’t be bothered to involve themselves in. We have the resources, the tactics and the skill to help. I know a couple decades doesn’t seem very long to you, but I’ve fought plenty of battles against things much bigger than me, and I swear, to your architect that if you try to keep us out of it, you will regret it.

Adham let off a huff of exasperation, “You just don’t get it. Your resources are nothing, inconsequential, your tactics are nothing compared to eons of experience, your skill is negligible when you don’t have the firepower to back it up. Your battles are no more than pathetic slap fight squabbles between siblings on a road trip. You may not be able to understand this, but you-are-not-ready.”

“It doesn’t matter if we are ready or not, if we don’t do something apollyon will destroy us.”

“I don’t care how big and important the battle is, you would NEVER let your young children participate.”

“Oh fuck off, where was that attitude when the void invaded earth, destroyed the kree homeworld huh? Where were our absentee parents then….?!”

The argument seemed ready to escalate into a fistfight, when the door opened at the far end of the room hissed open. Adam might not have noticed if it were not for the reaction of the Maker crew, who began to murmur in shock and confusion. The distraction was enough to halt their augment, and the group of them turned to find Celex standing in the doorway light spilling in from behind him. He cut a heroic figure for a moment, but the second he stepped into other room it was clear something wasn’t quite right.

He took a step, staggered, wobbled, and almost keeled over.

Adam was on his feet in seconds, leaping across the intervening space and catching the maker by the shoulders even as one of his legs buckled. Adam took the full brunt of his weight, and helped to lower the other man to the ground, propping Celex up against his shoulder.

His rainbow hair hung in a wild tangle around his face, his eyes bloodshot, cheeks wet. The look in his eyes was somewhere between manic and panicked.

“Celex, the hell,” He shot an accusing look at adham, “What the hell did you do to him.”

Celex’s head lolled absently against Adam’s shoulder.

Adham looked just as shocked or even more shocked than Adam did, staring at Celex like he was some sort of ghost, with a mixture somewhere between awe and fear. He turned to look towards the door where one of the guards was standing in wide eyed shock, “Did he escape?”

The guard shook his head dumbly, “No, he’s finished.”

“What do you mean finished, “ Both Adams said shooting each other an accusing glance before looking back for their answer.

“His penance, it is done.”

Adam shook his head in disbelief, “It has only been a few hours.”

The guard continued to nod stupidly, “Yes sir, I mean. He went in, stayed for thirty minutes and came out like that. I talked to the guards and said he, served his time.”

“The whole billion years?!”

The guard gave a little shrug, “The whole billion in thirty minutes or less, sir.”

Adham turned back to look at Celex still lolling absantly against Adam’s shoulder.

Krill, who had been mostly silent though this interaction, made his presence known just then, barging through the group to kneel next to them. He ran one hand through his russet hair before pressing his hand to Celex’s neck. Maker bodies are not simply shrouds placed over something else, but do in fact operate almost exactly like the construct they are emulating, this includes a working heart.

Pulling his hand away, he placed a hand on either side of celex’s head and gently turned his head this way and that. Reaching into the pocket of his coat, he pulled out a small pen light and flashed it at the ex emperor’s eyes whose pupils shrunk rapidly in response, “Celex, can you hear me.” He pressed a hand against the man’s forehead, “Cold, clammy, If this was medical I would say he was in shock.” He turned an accusatory eye on Adham, who raised his hands.

“We didn’t tell him to do that.”

“Celex, hey, buddy can you hear us.” Adam said resting a hand on his shoulder and gently shaking him.

“I’ll call Riss.”

“Go,... tell your boyfriend… to shrink someone else’s head.” The group of them jumped in surprise as Celex swatted away Krill’s hand. His eyes were still glassy, still a mess, but his eyes were now responsive, moving between the group of them. Adham didn’t seem to have the air to speak.

“Hey, I… what, are you alright.” Adam asked again.

Celex didn’t try to move or get up, “Fine.” He mumbled, “Going to take… more than….  That to…. Take me out. Just give me a minute.

Adam turned to the crowd, spotting Katie hovering at the back and motioned her forward, “Kaite, can you.” She nodded and hurried forward, Kneeling down to help support Celex as Adam got to his feet.

“This is-”

His voice was cut off a moment later as the world around them darkened.

One moment they stood in rays of golden light and the next the entire room had gone dark. Reddish orange light filtered up around them, shadows seemed to churn and writhe upon the floor like tentacles. An alarm began to sound, and the sound that it took was one that Adam would not dare try and describe, deep and low, like the call of a terrible creature, to large to be properly fathomable.

His skin went cold.

His blood turned to ice.

His heart turned to a lump of granite in his chest.

Adham’s face was grim in the faded red light, his voice soft, “He is here.” 

[yunasticks]

Wally-Like

A Wally × [Yn]???

Kinda

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"Why hello there Neighbour!" [Yn] they softly greet towards with a sleepy gaze. Julie dashes towards them and engulfs them in a hug.

"Hiiiii!!!" She lifts up the other puppet and swing them around. Julie put them down once she was done, [Yn] was dizzy at the action but they managed to get back on their feet. They fixed their attire and gave the energetic blonde a cat-like smile, very similar to a certain neighbor......

She notices this feature, actually, she notices a lot about them. Quite shocking really, she wasn't really observant yet she can't help but take notes of how [Yn] acts.

"You know...."

"Hhmm?"

"You kinda act like Wally!"

[Yn] looks taken back at the statement. The other puppet tilt their head at the blonde, quiet confused. THEM? Act like a certain gentleman and such a darling puppet as WALLY?

They don't believe that. [Yn] shake their head, "What makes you think that my joyful neighbour?" They asked.

"That!" Julie point it out.

"You always call us 'neighbour' or any other nickname."

One finger.

"Hello there our favorite mailman!" [Yn] greeted Eddie who went to deliver them their mail. Eddie blushed at the nickname and scratch the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Always a gentleman."

Another finger.

[Yn] holds the door open as Howdy walks in with a bunch of crates in his arms, tipping his hat to them as a 'thank you'

"You like eye contact."

And another finger was listed down.

Sally was talking about her new play to [Yn] to which they look at her in the eyes with wide eyes full of interest. Sally wouldn't mind the staring as she loves the attention which boosted her confidence.

"You and Home seems to get along, just like Wally."

Four fingers are now counted as [Yn] is having an existential crisis.

"Your roof is aaaaaaaall fixed!" [Yn] sat on the edge of the roof with a rolled up sleeves, a hammer in hand, and a nail hanging in their mouth. Patting the animated house. Home wave its door back and forth happily, it poofs a heart-shaped smoke from its chimney as [Yn] laughed softly.

"Aaaaaaand your both short."

Julie nonchalantly says, five fingers in total was counted. [Yn]'s eye twitch at that last statement.

Julie came into their home one time having a sleepover. As Julie walks into the kitchen asking why they're taking so long to make some popcorn to eat as they watch some movies. And lo-and-behold, [Yn] was on top of a VERY unstable stacks of things on a stool. I'm talking about microwave, a stack of books, another stool, a pot of plant and- IS THAT A BROOM!?

Julie gape at the sight, jaws dropped. When [Yn] finally noticed her, they wave at them calmly, in hand a microwaveable popcorn.

"[YN]!? WHAT THE [HONK] ARE YOU DOING!? HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE!?!"

The other puppet sighed at their energetic friend, shaking their head playfully. They were amused by their neighbor and that what makes them adore this neighborhood.

"I guess your right neighbour! I am Wally-Like." They shrug their shoulders laughing, Julie smiled and laugh with them. They both calmed down from their little laughing fit. "What's left to do is me all dolled up looking like lil' 'ol Wally Darling!" [Yn] joked as they pose for moment with a smug look with their cat-like smile widened.

'💡'

Julie suddenly grab them by their collar attire and drag them back to their house with the biggest smile on her face. [Yn] was taken back at this action and lay limp there getting drag on the floor with a surprise and shocked look. With a slam of the door, a whirring of blow hair dryer, the sound of a spray can, and a pleading confused yell.

A new look is made!

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Poor [Yn]

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Barnaby and Wally was taking a walk together, joking around (mostly Barnaby). When they both came across Julie, talking to someone excitedly and squealing a little bit. "Hey there Julie, who 'cha talking to?" Barnaby asked the blonde puppet, she turns to the two. Now holding the person she was talking to.

"Look what I did!"

"........Hello......"

Julie held [Yn] like a kid showing them her new pet. [Yn] gave the two best friends a nervous wave and smile. Barnaby burst out in laughter once he saw the situation in hand while Wally just tilt his head in curiosity and hint of amusement twinkling in his eyes.

[Yn]'s hair is style up in Wally's infamous pompadour hairstyle and also dyed in dark navy blue. The pompadour was styled-up in a messy way yet it stayed in it's shape, some of their hair strands sticking out wildly. It was a sloppy job but it works. They wore the same outfit as Wally, blue cardigan, rainbow pants, black and white shoes and a red ascot.

"Did you REALLY need to dye my hair?"

"YES!"

Julie finally sets them down on their feet as Barnaby's still ongoing laughs in the background. [Yn] shyly smiled at her and move backwards a little, bumping onto one and only, Wally Darling.

"Oh! I'm quite sorry about that. I didn't see you-"

Wally tuck a stray hair behind their ear, cutting off the dolled up [Yn]. They blushed in embarrassment and chuckle a little. "You look quite dashing today though your hair need a little bit more improvement." Wally suggested before moving a back a little, he kept his gaze to [Yn]. They roll their eyes playfully, "Tell that to that fashionista/hairstylist over there." [Yn] point a thumb towards the pink puppet who just gave [Yn] a smug look.

Wally merely chuckles in amusement. [Yn] fondly smiled at the darling puppet as Barnaby finally calmed down from his laughing and he's now laying on his back, staring at the blue clear sky as the wind blows softly to the group.

[Yn] opened their mouth to speak yet Julie took them again by the collar.

"I gotta show this to Frank!"

"Wait—ACK!"

Wally watch Julie drag [Yn] away with a smile. He waves at them before walking over to his best friend.

"Come on Barnaby. Let's go to Howdy's."

Barnaby and Wally went together to Howdy's Place, as Wally's mind wander to the 'Wally-Like' puppet.

"Hhmm, they look good in blue color."

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*inhales*

*exhales*

English not main language. Fuck I suck. I don't what I made. I think it's a prompt? Or a short story or whatever you guys want to call it. I'm sorry this sucks, A fuck ton of wrong grammars and a bullshit storyline........

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