#cinders fic

[reegis]

✨mechanisms character designs!!✨

lyf gets to be blue because i said so

who else should i draw!!!!

[ronearoundblindly]

Okay, so, hear me out.

I know I've got a Beauty and the Beast AU coming for skinny!Steve, but @darsynia gave me/let me have this idea of a Cinderella AU with him, too, except he is the Cinderella character who gets transformed to live his dream for a day.

I present to you the setup of:

*All photos from Pinterest

Steven is the only child of an exiled prince, and due to happenstance of the aged Warrior King Phillips having no male heir of his own, Steve becomes true royalty overnight.

His cousins, Princesses Margaret and Sharon, angry at the circumstance of their demotions at court, offer no help to the young, small, and often sickly new king.

No one is allowed to see him until his coronation. The few knights and advisors who have laid eyes on Steve are sworn to secrecy, and though he has a mind for strategy, Steve is burdened by his appearance.

Given the coronation crown the night before the big ceremony, Steve stares deep into the massive yellow gem at its front and wishes to look like the "ruler they all want to see."

And he does.

He wears the heavy crown easily, he stands tall over most of the court, and he carries a heavy, steel sword at his hip for the first time ever without the blade dragging across the stone floor.

The court is elated. No one looks twice, not even the handful of men who knew, but that's the magic of the stone...

Steve meets a seemingly endless stream of people, but the most curious is the apprentice of King Phillips' military advisor, a young man he saw befriending a stray cat in the courtyard while everyone else ogled and angled for him. The apprentice's eyes...there's just something about them...

After a long celebration feast where he charmed the nobility with humility, practicality, and honor, Steve falls asleep small again, but certain he can win over the whole realm if he can simply be known for his actions, not his physique.

That becomes the plan; Steve will work behind the scenes, make the kingdom better for people high and low, and then he'll be loved and accepted for who he is. In the meantime, he, in his natural form, can act as a sort of messenger or page boy 'for King Steven' and move around freely. Why not? They all are on the lookout for a man standing two hands higher and broader than him.

One of his first visits is to his inherited military advisor. Of course, Steve doesn't expect the apprentice to live inside the family home, possibly somewhere on the estate maybe, but after a long ride to get there and a long discussion while sitting in the man's study, Steve asks if he might walk the garden before leaving.

He asks about the woman by the roses, and his advisor simply replies "that's my daughter."

Of course, he won't bother to introduce him. Steve's an untitled nobody like he's been his entire life thus far.

Steve might not have seen the resemblance, truly, if not for the exact movement of your finger to gently lift a wilting petal back into place.

It's the move the apprentice made when scratching beneath the cat's chin, and he'll never forget that smile.

"You," he blurts, startled at the otherwise drastic change in your appearance.

You jump back before composing yourself, shielding your eyes from the bright sun above as you look him over.

He's more alarmed by your curtsy than you are by him, watching you bow deeply where moments ago your father dismissed him offhand.

"Your Majesty," you say to the ground.

You...

You recognize him like this? How? How is that possible?

His wish was granted. They all saw a perfect soldier, but that's just the thing: you didn't want to be ruled by a perfect soldier.

You wanted a good man.

You, who secretly longs to offer more to your father and family than a bartering chip for marriage, same as his cousins, need the king to be a good man because then he'll understand this...

A/N: Ok, full disclosure, I might already be very protective of this one, so we'll see if I can bring myself to put it all out there. Anyway! Thank you for the gif, Brandy! It was a great opportunity to get this down.

Also, if it's just an idea/intro, do I include the taglist? Idk. I hate pinging y'all if it's not like a lot of content.

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[gingerale2017]

a kaider fic where Cinder happens to get pretty drunk one evening, which is somewhat unlikely of her to do, but Kai, being sober, is just taking care of her and watching her go from sarcastic, sassy and aloof Cinder to a complete softy. The whole time he’s helping guide her comfortably to bed she’s just confessing her undying love for him, but as if it’s a big secret of hers. Like (slurring her words) “Kai, I’m so in love with you. Promise you won’t tell anyone?” And he thinks it’s very cute and funny. + Other stuff she loves about him, like his hair, that she might not so casually and deeply admit she admires

YEAH YEAH YEAH LET'S SPEED WRITE THIS

Kai stared at the empty glasses of champagne crowding Cinder's seat with amazement and bit of envy because stars knows how useful those glasses would have been an hour earlier. But it was his wife's empty chair that concerned him most when he told her to sit still while he said goodbye to the ever so bland and boring diplomats around ten minutes ago.

There were three glasses of champagne when he found her and now there were nine. How much could a girl drink in ten minutes?

He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he went to go look for her. Luckily, most of the important people had left already so they wouldn't have any gossip to bring home, had they found her. Who knows how unpredictable she was acting under the influence? He couldn't really tell because her attitude changes depending on her alcohol intake.

He walked around the ballroom where servant droids were putting away decorations and storing away all the tables. An event of appreciation for all the Commonwealth diplomats and their spouses had taken place here in the palace with Kai as its host. He wanted to congratulate his bureaucracy for all the hard work he's seen them do, which was evident with how much the Commonwealth had changed for the better. So he gave a party and speech where he encouraged to relax and drink. Unfortunately, the partners of the politicians took the command "drink" a little too seriously, including his own. He had seen many men and women drag their flushed and smiling spouse away before they could cause embarrassment.

Now he had to go haul his own, maybe not flushed but definitely smiling girlfriend to their bed, if he could find her. He tried to act normal as he walked on the marble floors. Human servants would bow, he would smile, and asked androids if they'd seen the empress. They all answered no with apologies until one droid lit up.

"Yes, I have seen Her Majesty at the bar thirty seconds ago."

His stomach dropped. He knew Cinder had a rather high tolerance to alcohol than most because her processing system, something about it made alcohol pass through her system faster, but she could still get drunk. And he suspected by now, if she wasn't already, she was very drunk.

We walked as fast as he could around the droid to bar where were his wife was asking the bar droid for spiked lemonade. He approached her carefully, as to not spook her because in this state she could harm herself.

"Please, one more drink!" His girlfriend begged the android bartender. "I swear I'm not drunk." "Based on the alcohol percentage of the cocktails you drank and your height and body weight, my estimate is that you are severely under the influence. I advise you to not consume any more alcohol tonight." The male robotic voice responded. Cinder pouted and threw her body over the counter.

Kai huffed in surprise. In the nearly two years he'd known her, he'd never seen her under the influence. At least, not this badly. What triggered her to drink so much? Did someone say something? Or was she feeling particularly rebellious tonight?

Cinder giggled to herself as she traced the empty glass with her fingers. Kai got nervous at her proximity with the fragile cup as she wasn't even looking at it. He made his move them and very gently laid a hand on her shoulder blade.

She jumped at his touch, wildly flinging the glass, but Kai smoothly whisked it out of her grasp. She spun around and looked at him with her once nicely-done hair covering her eyes.

Her face burst out in a big smile as she recognized him. "It's you." She mumbled.

He couldn't help but smile back. Even in this delirious state, she was adorable. "It's me. You tired?"

Cinder tried to swipe the hair out of her eyes with not avail. Kai helped her out, tucking the soft chocolate strands behind the fizz of her ears. "Nah. I mean- A little." She paused, quirking her mouth to the side. "Thanks. Is it time for bed?"

Kai checked his watch for her sake; he already knew it was late. "Yes, it's way past our bedtime." False. As policy makers, their bedtime was way later than now on an average day. But tonight was an event, so it meant they could sleep in. How rare.

Cinder frowned. "Crap." She zoned out for a second. Kai gulped, wondering if he should snap her out of it, when she started giggling. "Don't tell that bartender guy, but I think I'm drunk." She proceeded to snort and laugh even louder. Panicking, Kai covered them both with his back by pressing them to the counter. He didn't want the lingering party-goers to ridicule the new Lunar Diplomat for having a too little self-control or some manure like that. Hopefully, no one recognized them.

"Why are you drunk?" He asked, half-guessing she wouldn't give a clear answer.

Her giggle fit became a soft chuckle as she pressed her face to his stomach and played with the buttons of his dress shirt. Kai's hand naturally found the base of her head and stroked her hair slowly. "Thorne said I never lived if I didn't get absolutely wasted at at least one formal event, so I-I wanted to prove him wrong but then I-I got g-got mad and it was too late to stop so I kept going." She chuckled. "And I kept going. And it felt too fun to stop."

She lifted her chin upwards so her gaze could peer into his, so large she was practically doe-eyed. "You're not mad at me, right?"

It was his turn to laugh. "Of course not, my love. I'm just confused. This isn't something I've seen you do-"

"Oh good. I was worried." She sighed and wrapped her arms around his torse. He froze for a second, then leaned into her embrace.

"How about we go to my room tonight? I know you like it better than yours." He tempted.

He could feel her smile grow. "Yes please!"

Despite her enthusiasm, it was hassle to get to his room. He had rolled up his sleeves in concentration and had one arm stiff against her waist; the other arm opened doors and stole things from her oppurtunist hands. Her body squirmed against his grip relentlessy, excited by every idea that crossed her mind.

For example, she would ask to do outlandish things she would laugh at while sober. 'We should go swimming!' She offered. Kai bit his tongue from noting that she couldn't swim. 'The pool is closed' he said in return. 'How about a stroll in the market?' She begged. Kai stopped himself from groaning. 'The market is closed.' He explained. 'Can we visit the gardens?' she asked. Kai wouldn't have minded that if she wasn't drunk. 'Can we please go to bed?' He countered.

Kai couldn't help but wonder why she was commenting this. Perhaps they were things she truly wanted to experience but was too embarrassed to say while sober. He wished to tell her someday that it is okay to want these things, even if they sound stupid or silly. Everyone yearns for crazy things, even borderline outlandish. It's not so embarrassing.

At that Cinder stopped, causing Kai to almost trip over himself. "What's wrong?" He walked in front of her and cupped her face. Worried, he asked her again.

"I'm sorry. I'm annoying you." She apoligized, lip trembling.

Kai's heart broke a little at her genuine sadness. "No you're not, no reason to say sorry, my dearest."

She sniffed. Her hands slowly and clumsily made their way up his arms to her cheeks and rubbed his wrists. She seemed to do it absent-mindedly as her gaze landed away from his stare. Stars, even while out of it she possessed crazy tons of power over him. The smallest motion of her fingertips made his knees go weak.

"I was thinking about you. Earlier." She started to confess.

"Oh? I hope you only thought good things if me."

"Oh yes. I like the silly little names you give me. Like 'love'" She giggled. "No you're my love! Kai-" She gasped, her whole body jumping with the motion. Suddenly, her eyes widened with an inexplicable craze and gripped his wrists with such tightness that his skin started to go red. "I have secret."

"You do?" He leaned in with curiosity. Her earlier words made his cheeks go pink. He was so glad to know she liked being called those nicknames. It was something he picked up from his father growing up, and it came so natural to him that he couldn't keep himself from calling her pretty names. "You can trust me, sweetheart."

"O-okay. It's so secret, though. It's secret secret. But you can't tell anybody. Anybody. Promise?" Her voice began to slur over.

Kai nodded enthuisiastically. "I promise."

"Kai, I'm so in love you. Like super in love with you." Cinder shut her eyes and shook her head sporatically. "Don't tell anyone, you promised!"

Kai's body shook with silent laughter at her 'secret secret'. He ducked his head so she wouldn't misinterpret the pure joy of his grin for a mocking one. Stars, he was thinking of proposing soon: he sure hoped she was madly in love with him. "I know, darling." He tilted his head to the side and met her wild eyes again. "Hey, wanna know my secret secret."

She nodded, bobbing her head (that was still cradled by both of their hands by the way) like an apple in water. "I won't tell anyone. I'm good at keeping secrets."

"I know." He rubbed her cheek with his thumb. "I'm like super in love with you too." He flashed one of his winning smiles, the one with the slight exposure of his teeth, and the one Cinder confessed to liking the most.

Her jaw hung open for a bit. He gently pushed it closed as she laughed. "We have the same secret!"

"I know. Crazy right?" They giggled in unison. Cinder might have snorted. "Let's go to bed, my love."

"Okay." She pulled away from him and paused, expecting him to lead the way. He hesitated, missing her embrace for a moment, then let her latch onto his arm and carried on.

She got less distracted by her impulsive thoughts and more analytical. She was quiet now as she turned her ever studious eye towards him. What was she thinking? He tensed slightly at her silence. Maybe she suddenly felt the urge to turn away from him. Yet, she still held onto him tightly.

Before he could overthink himself to ruin, she spoke softly. "You have a very nice neck."

Kai felt heat rise up into the same spot she complimented. "Thank you?" He responded, a surprised chuckle ripping through his lips. They paused, mere steps away from his room.

She smiled widely. "You're welcome." Her eyes glanced at his blush that was unrelentlessly climbing up his skin. "I love when it does that too." She giggled.

Kai rubbed his neck with his free hand. "What, blush?"

"Oh yes. It's so adorable. It's like giving you away when you try to hide something." Though with an already slurred speech, she adapted a lisp. She was the adorable one.

"You're absolutely right, Cinder." He started to pace to his door, shaking his head with soft laughter.

She clumsily followed him as he walked in. "You got a nice frame too. At first glance, you look skinny, but your shoulders and back prove that you got some muscle on you." She giggled and traced his back.

Kai spun around, his laughter growing in volume. She continued on.

"And your hair. Kai, how I love your hair!" She threw herself in his arms, taking the chance to run her fingers through the top of his head. "It's always so soft, and smells so good, and so pretty."

She liked his hair! For some reason, he felt like he was in grade school again and received confirmation that his crush liked him back.

Her eyes were glittering at this point. They might be man-made but they held so much emotion. They were beautiful.

Her gorgeous smile lit up every corner of her face. Taking a page out of his book she cupped his face and leaned him towards her. "You're so pretty." Her eyes flickered around his face, taking him all in. Kai has been studied his whole life, and, though at first he resented it, he grew passive to the action. Now, he reveled in her gaze. It may sound selfish, but he wanted to hear what parts she liked about him, what parts she found attractive, and even what parts she was repelled by. The glitter in her eyes twinkled even stronger as she put parts together. "So, so pretty."

"I think you're pretty." He murmured.

"I like how you talk to me." She confessed, matching his tone. "So sweet. So gentle. So genuine."

Kai bit his lip from chuckling at her lisp that returned again. Unfortunately, he was not strong enough. His body rocked with laughter and he dropped his head into his should, hugging her tight.

"I like your hugs too." She said, hugging him back. He continued to laugh.

Once his fit died out, he noticed how silent she became. He pulled away worried only to find dropping eyelids and an unsteady posture.

"You tired?" He asked. She nodded, her gaze unfocused. "Let's sleep."

He picked her up bridal style, handling the full weight of her metal extremities for quick short steps to his bed. He lay her down gently and she curled up into fetus position, already half-asleep. After tucking her in, he watched her for a second, how her chest moved slowly, and her face relaxed into a peaceful expression. He adjusted her hair again and moved to change into clothes for sleeping.

Cinder startled and grabbed his arm, pulling him down weakly. "Don't leave me." She croaked, falling asleep again.

He chuckled, giving up on his attempt to sleep in something comfier. Kai at least was able to snag off his tie and belt. "Me? Never." He yawned, hugging her waist.

"Goodnight Your Majesty." She mumbled, barely audible.

Sleep was already invading his mind. "Goodnight my Cinder."

A/N: SO SORRY ANON FOR TAKING SO LONG. I FORGOT THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS. I'm posting this for the other anon that asked if I had any fics... which I do! Anyways, I'm sure this is riddled with grammar mistakes and ooc, but idc, I DID IT. Hope you enjoy somewhat (I DID LOVE WRITING THIS CONCEPT)

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[cinderflower]

But who now would be there to soothe Malenia's grief? Who would be the one to hold her, when she learns what became of the love for her? 

Excerpt from the fic Love Abandoned

[cryptidghostgirl]

A/N I have some requests in the chain above this one but wanted to post something that was a stand alone and not a part to another fic I wrote earlier because of how long I have been away. I promise the two requests lined up before this (pt 3 of till death do us part and pt 4 to cover up) will be out soon! Also, this request reminds me of Cinder by Marissa Meyer so there is some mild inspo from that in here (and loose quoting. sorry. I got carried away.).

What it Means to be a Person (Alastor x Cyborg!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Description: Y/n gave an arm and a leg to the fight against the exterminators and feels she has lost her humanity by the bionic replacements Lucifer and Charlie gifted her in return. Alastor reminds her that not all is lost, she can still dance, after all.

Warnings: Hurt//comfort. This might've ended up a little more angsty than intended and I kinda ran away with the prompt. Sorry about that.

Word Count: 2,246

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“Imagine there was a cure, but it would cost you everything. What would you do?”

Y/n's question hung in the air of the dimly lit kitchen, echoing off the uncertainties late hours like this one always seemed to carry. Alastor froze where he stood by the stove, his hang halfway to the kettle whistling away upon it. He turned to face her where she sat at the far end of the rough hewn kitchen table, her head in her hands and her hair acting as a curtain, as a shield, hiding her face from view.

The meeting had been an accident. Alastor had found himself craving a cup of tea to accompany his late night preparations for tomorrows broadcast and when he had entered the kitchen, he had found her sitting there. Since the day Y/n had shown up at the hotel in all her bright and wild exuberance, Alastor had felt a connection with the girl. She was bubbly, a showman at heart with a soft spot for the macabre, how could he not automatically find a certain level of camaraderie with her? Everything had changed after the battle with Heaven a few weeks before.

Y/n had fought valiantly, using all her brains and brawn to protect the place she had come to call her home and the people she had discovered to be her family. The battle did not take her life, but she did give an arm and a leg to its hungry fervor. With Lucifer's help, Charlie had managed to get her an appointment with a well known doctor in Pentagram City. The man had given Y/n back her ability to stand, to reach for things, but had taken the mangled remains of her human form in the process. She had been brought back to square one, learning how to walk, to hold a pencil. She had been filled to the brim with wires that allowed her to control her new appendages.

The conversation had been an accident as well. Alastor hadn't meant to open the can of worms he was now sifting through. He had just spotted her sitting there, had casually asked how she was doing. Y/n was always so human, so much more human than he was capable of being. It was the only thing that had ever held him back from taking what he wanted, that wild and irrevocable humanity of hers.

"I would take the cure." Alastor replied after a moment, turning back to the stove and at last lifting the kettle, pouring the hot water into his favorite mug, "It would be better than the alternative."

With a decided intent in his step, he made his way over to her. The legs of the chair scraped dangerously across the floor as he pulled it out and took a seat beside her. Y/n looked up.

Alastor was shocked at what he saw. Y/n had been hiding since the battle, claiming that she was recuperating. No one had any reason to doubt her given the injuries she had sustained but now, Alastor was not so sure. Her eyes were sunken, dark circles dulling the pink of her cheeks. She was silver in the moonlight as it streamed through the window but she did not shine as she normally seemed to.

"I'm not human anymore."

Y/n's voice was cracked and raw, it only made him love her more. Out of all the creatures in Hell, she was the only one who would worry about such a thing, he was sure of it. Alastor had to stop himself from laughing, focusing on the heat of the cup held between his hands.

"You never were. You haven't been in a long time." he mused in response and Y/n sighed.

"I don't feel like a person anymore."

Again, another contradiction. Y/n was a demon, through and through. Not quite an overlord but powerful, well on her way to becoming one. There was nothing human about that in Alastor's eyes. The way he saw it, the moment a soul died they stopped being a person, no matter where in the afterlife they ended up. It was clear she would not agree. They had never talked of such matters before, it was an unexpected revelation. Alastor took a deep breath.

"Why?"

Y/n was silent, her eyes returning to the table as she traced the grains of the wood. It was unlike him, the concern, the curiosity for such an emotional matter. Alastor had long since given up on trying to make sense of the things she provoked in him. He tried again.

"How do you define being human? Is it what you look like? What you're made up of? Or is it who you are."

It was a clumsy attempt. There had been no need to provide comfort for a long time, not since Alastor had been alive. He was out of practice but, he supposed, caring for another was rather like riding a bike. Once you learned how it was done, you never really forgot.

"Who you are but..." Y/n's eyes met his once again, the conflict occuring behind them apparent.

She was unsheltered, the facade was gone. Alastor would consider himself close with the demon, closer perhaps than anyone else at the hotel but still, he had never seen her like this. His heart hurt.

"At the same time," she continued solemnly, "there is more to it than that."

"How do you define humanity?"

Y/n thought for a moment.

"Dancing. Spending time with friends, having people who care about you. Making meals together, reading books and poetry. Making art. Feeling one with the world around you, being a part of the earth we all come from."

Alastor held another laugh at bay. It wasn't out of the blue but, at the same time, there was something strange about hearing the words as they left her lips. He took a sip of his drink, the hot liquid worming its way down his throat and into his stomach.

"Doesn't the fact that you now find yourself to be inhuman at all show at least some of those?"

Y/n cocked her head to the side in confusion, her brow furrowing. Alastor sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"What I mean is that the reason you have those bionic limbs of yours at all is because you have people who care about you enough to get them for you and you cared enough about other people to give up what you originally had. If that isn't having people who care about you, spending time with friends, being one with the world around you, I don't know what is."

"But I am not of the earth any longer." Y/n ruefully replied.

"You are."

"How? I am naught but metal now. I traded steel for skin."

In the weakness of the night breeze, she seemed to slip into the skin she once wore. Flowery language, a posh, nearly transatlantic accent, shoulders straight and strong, all reminders of her upper class upbringing from so long ago. He could almost see her now as she must've been. It was a trick of the light.

"You were buried, right?"

Y/n nodded.

"I believe so. Beside my mother."

"Then you are forever of the earth."

"To the earth we must return," Y/n nodded after a moment in solemn agreement, "but I will never dance again."

Alastor had never even known it was something she had enjoyed. The time for questions was later, he got to his feet, his cup left abandoned on the table.

Alastor summoned his staff with a wave of his hand, leaning it against the sideboard as a soft song began playing from its speaker. Turning to Y/n once again, he offered her his hand. Y/n eyed it tentatively before reaching out her own to grab it.

With a shake of Alastor's head, she halted mid movement. He didn't need words to get his point across, Y/n just didn't like it. Lowering her hand, she raised the other. It was heavier, made from something other than flesh. There was an ungainly sense to the way she moved it. It didn't flow graceful through the air, it was too heavy for that. The metal of her fingers was cold and harsh against his palm as he helped her ineptly to her feet.

"Ella Fitzgerald." she mused softly, her eyes on his microphone.

"I didn't know you liked jazz."

Y/n's eyes met his once again and she gave him a half hearted smile.

"Growing up in the 1930s and being someone who held distaste towards jazz would have been an impossibility, wouldn't you agree?"

He had known she was alive sometime around the turn of the century but, that had been it. Alastor grinned from ear to ear at this subtle revelation.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you."

Letting go of her hand, Alastor took a step back. He bowed. Y/n couldn't help it, she laughed a little.

"What on earth are you doing?"

Alastor looked up at her, still bowing as their eyes met. Slowly, he straightened himself up, holding a hand out to her once again.

"Y/n, would you do me the absolute honor of sharing this dance?"

He had hoped his showmanship would make her smile, make her laugh even, the way it normally did. Instead, she withdrew her arms to her chest, taking a halting step backwards as she shook her head. Alastor's gaze softened. He had never seen her afraid before.

"Please."

"I..."

Y/n's eyes flitted wildly around the room, searching for any excuse, any fodder for her escape. At last, she relented, hesitantly placing her hand back into his own.

"Okay."

Her voice was soft, almost breathless. Alastor pulled her into him, snaking an arm around her waist as she placed her other on his shoulder.

"See?" he asked as they began to dance, "All is not lost to you."

There was nothing elegant about her movements. Y/n grimaced.

"But it is not the same either. Once I was something grand."

"Change is inevitable. You are still someone grand."

"Not change like this."

Alastor spun her out, catching Y/n in his arms as she almost tripped over the weight of her foot.

"Why do you hate it so much? Is it vanity?"

“Vanity is a factor," Y/n admitted, "but it is more a question of control. It is easier to trick others into perceiving you as beautiful if you can convince yourself you are beautiful. But mirrors have an uncanny way of telling the truth and I am not made up of the same materials I once was."

"Change is inevitable." Alastor said again and was overjoyed when Y/n rolled her eyes, smiling slightly as his response, "You're still beautiful, almost more so now."

This took her aback. The tingle of a question at the back of her mind was outweighed by shock. She stilled, still pressed close to Alastor as the music filtered softly into their ears.

"What?"

"Before you shined, but just on the inside." Alastor admitted, refusing to look away from her wide eyes even as he felt the heat rush to his cheeks, "Now you do on the outside as well, see?"

He held the hand he clasped tightly in his own up to the light streaming in through the window. The moon glinted off the silver surface of the metal, sending playful patterns scattering across the walls of the kitchen. Y/n's breath caught in her throat.

"And you can still dance. Why don't you help me with dinner tomorrow?"

It was something they had done on occasion before the extermination, cook for the inhabitants of the Hazbin Hotel together.

"Why are you doing this?"

The smile slipped from Alastor's face.

"I don't understand." Y/n shook her head, pushing herself away from Alastor and wrapping her arms around her torso, "Why are you doing all this for me?"

The answer was simple. Sometimes, the truest things in life are.

"Because I love you." he admitted, "And it pains me to see you like this."

"I..."

He had known it was too good to be true. The music stopped, his staff vanishing into thin air as quickly as it had appeared.

"I'll go. Just... make sure you get some sleep tonight, I know you havent been."

He was halfway to the door, mostly past her, when he felt the cool grip of her hand on the exposed skin of his wrist. Alastor stopped, he turned. There was a minute bravery in the act. Not that she had stopped him, that she had grabbed his arm. If anything, that was the most normal thing that had occurred all evening. No, it was the arm she had chosen to use, the one she held such conflict over and saw as something to be embarrassed about, ashamed of.

She stood tense in the moonlight, her free hand raised to her chest.

"I..."

Y/n's mind was spinning, her thoughts firing off at a thousand miles a minute. She wanted to say it, knew it was true, but something stopped her. She wasn't ready.

"Thank you, Alastor."

Alastor smiled softly, almost sadly over at her. Gently, he removed her hand from his wrist, holding it in his own and patting it gently.

"Always."

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QUOTES REFERENCED (BECAUSE I REFUSE TO STEAL OTHERS WORK EVEN FOR A FANFICTION)

“Imagine there was a cure, but it would cost you everything. What would you do?” -> taken from “Imagine there was a cure, but finding it would cost you everything. It would completely ruin your life. What would you do?” in Cinder by Marissa Meyer

“Vanity is a factor," Y/n admitted, "but it is more a question of control. It is easier to trick others into perceiving you as beautiful if you can convince yourself you are beautiful. But mirrors have an uncanny way of telling the truth and I am not made up of the same materials I once was." -> taken from “Vanity is a factor, but it is more a question of control. It is easier to trick others into perceiving you as beautiful if you can convince yourself you are beautiful. But mirrors have an uncanny way of telling the truth.” in Cinder by Marissa Meyer

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@willowshadenox @i-love-jafar @elfyeet @reader3 @lazygirlfanfic0-0@kahlan170@wendyphan01203-blog @fairyv-ice @clarakainda @lunaramune @mcueveryday @luxky-aish @peterpankat @corvid007

[rwac96]

The cultist followed the vertibird back to the outpost, they observed the outpost from a ruined buildings lead by Arthur Watts the doctor who attached the implants on them, it took them weeks to gather other members from their to attack the place.

In the outpost weiss and jaune are making love in the showers giggling and moaning.

"The Vale Branch of the Brotherhood," Arthur Watts observed the outpost, within the bathroom of one of the ruined buildings. "To think, I assisted those bastards."

Arthur Watts is a scientist with a knack for working with Old World Tech. Formerly, he was a scribe within the Brotherhood but questioned about not using the tech and even hoarding it. His disillusion and dissent strengthened when James Ironwood rose through the ranks, making him come into contact with the man he once considered a friend. Now, he was working with Salem's Will, who had the means of hurting the glorified raiders in Power Armor. He lowers his binoculars, hearing the footsteps of the cult's leader, Cinder Fall.

"You had everything thought out," the amber-eyed tribal inquired to the scientists. "Right, Arthur?"

"I did," the mustache man turns to the tribal, "Besides, you wouldn't have gotten far without my help."

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Meanwhile, wet slapping of flesh echoed throughout the showers. Moans could be heard, along with loud grunting. Weiss Schnee wailed at the top of her lungs as Jaune Arc held her by her arms, bucking his hips back and forth. Pumping his hardened cock in and out of her drooling and tightened womanhood. The Vault Dweller slightly turns her head to her lover, her ice irises looking into his ocean orbs.

Pwalp!...Pwalp!...Pwalp!...Pwalp!...Pwalp!...Pwalp!...Pwalp!...Pwalp!

"Jaune," Weiss chants as he pulls her close to him, "Aaah, don't stooop!!"

"Weiss," the blonde knight releases one of her arms, massaging one of her breasts. "God, you feel so incredible~." He closes his eyes, leaning towards her lips, capturing them with his own.

[vikvyr]

I Will Fill The Thundercloudshipping Tag By Myself If I Have To

((not female! jay!!!! just transmasc and andro/femme, these bitches are gay as shit trust))

[duplicityvn]

O B S E S S I O N :: 30 Fics in 30 Days

11387 / 30000 words. 38% done!

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This challenge is something I made based off the 30k November challenge. I plan on writing one short story per day every day of November, and since I know I'll probably blow past the 30k mark, I changed the name.

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"Obsession" is a look into the mind of 'Griffin', how his thoughts work, and what he feels for Y/N.

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WC: 869 (shorter fic) :: CW: general yandere tendencies/thoughts

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He could see you through the window of the café, working and chatting with that co-worker of yours. That awful, pathetic snake of a man that couldn’t stop staring at you every time you turned your back. His fists clenched in the pockets of his sweater as he continued to observe.

He was sitting on a bench across the street, his eyes trained on you through the window. There was no way you wouldn’t be his. He just had to play his cards right, get you to trust him, get you to rely on him. To not need anyone else other than him.

He glanced around the empty street again before subtly lifting his camera, zooming in on you in a way that was practiced. Clearly, he’d done this before. He’d done it almost every day since the day he first walked into the café, when he saw your bright welcoming smile and heard your voice. A melody to his ears.

He was just taking pictures for your scrapbook, that was all. Pictures that you’ll put in an album together, showing off his devotion and love to you. Your future children together will appreciate it, won’t they? Or, even if you didn’t want children, it would be something to look back on. Something to remember.

Because his love was always going to be one hell of a memory.

He felt the phone in his pocket buzz, pulling it out eagerly only to be met with a message that made him clench his jaw tightly.

Alex: Where are you? I thought you were coming today.

Of course, they would reach out to him, now of all times. Interrupting his time with you—even if you didn’t know it, this was your time together. Where he was watching over you, protecting you, mentally filing away every little touch and look that snake gave you.

He was only trying to protect you! You can’t see the evil that you work with. How could you? That snake’s manipulation rivaled his own. He was scared that your co-worker would have you wrapped around his stupid little finger in no time if you weren’t careful enough.

Christ, already he had to save you from him. Walking behind you and accidentally bumping into you. Those chance meetings? They weren’t chance, little owl.

He ignored the text and shoved the phone back into his pocket, looking up at the café again. He was wearing a hooded sweater, not his usual style, but then again… You only saw what he wanted you to see. You weren’t ready to see him yet, no.

You’d be scared if he wasn’t so charming and friendly with you. You couldn’t handle the dark miasma swirling inside of him, not yet, no. Not until you were truly his.

He’d planned so much for you together. Everything from the way you met, to the way you’ll get married in the near-future. Because he’ll have you loving him so much, you wouldn’t know what to do without him. You wouldn’t be able to stand not having him near you. Not having him by your side, protecting you, reminding you how precious and delicate you really were. What a sweet little bird you were, his Pidge.

His eyes zeroed in on the way that snake orchestrated bumping into you, accidentally burning you with black coffee. How dare he harm you, even if for a chance to take care of you. He didn’t love you, Pidge.

Of course he didn’t.

Not like he did. He would never harm you, little owl, not ever. He wouldn’t plan these stupid little moments that cause you physical harm in order just to have your attention for two fucking seconds.

His hands curled into tight fists, his fingers digging into the skin of his palms painfully. That pain was a reminder for him to keep calm, keep his cool and definitely do not storm into the café right now. That wouldn’t do.

That would give him away. You weren’t ready for him, pigeon. You weren’t ready to see just how much he loved and c h e r i s h e d you.

The snake, however, was already on thin ice. He’d know soon enough. He’d know that you belong to him. That he already claimed you long before this asshole showed up.

His phone buzzed once more and he let out a noise of frustration, pulling it out of his pocket again. As much as he wanted to ignore it, there was only one other person worthy of his attention other than you. Sorry, Pidge. He had family obligations.

Alex: Seriously?? I really needed you today, man. I’m already having a tough time.

He bit his lip, drawing blood. Now he was conflicted. On one hand, he needed to stay here and make sure the snake didn’t bite you when he wasn’t supposed to. On the other hand, he did make previous plans.

He glanced up again and located you coming from the back room, a bandage around your hand and your co-worker walking behind you with a self-satisfied smile. What a fucking prick.

He sighed when he looked at his messages again.

He’d see you again soon.

Don’t you worry about that.

[impossiblesuitcase]

hii, i don't know if you still accept requests, but i love your writing and as a huge TLC fan i would really like to read something like Kai finding out he was Cinder's first kiss, it's just an idea but i think it would be so cute!!

"Tell me," he begged, his hands slipping down her waist as she scrambled to escape.

"No!" Cinder tried in vain to wriggle away, but on this couch that was definitely not meant for two, she was pinned under Kai's weight.

"Why not?" he pleaded, eyes sad and mouth pouty. "I told you mine."

Hearing the dejection, she stilled. Looking up at him, she bit her lip, stroking her metal hand along the stubble on his 3-day post shave jaw.

She was cursing herself internally. Sure, Kai had been the one to suggest they play hooky and spend their afternoon watching netdramas instead of writing legislative briefs. Sure, Kai had been the one to choose a D-Grade retelling of their love story, "The Key to My Metal Heart." They'd turned it off after twenty-minutes because Cinder swore if she had to see 'herself' moan about how she had 'always been' desperate for a boyfriend, she would shoot someone. The writers, maybe. Herself. Her mean husband for torturing her in the first place.

Kai had done all this. But when the Kai onscreen tearfully confessed that he'd never even kissed a girl, Cinder had been the one to ask Kai to verify his first kiss. And so, naturally, he reciprocated the question.

He frowned, deflating. "I won't you make fun of you, if that's why you won't tell me."

She looked away. "It's embarrassing."

"The Kai in the movie said he had such bad body odour that girls would run away from him. It can't be that embarrassing."

When she looked to the coffee table, averting her gaze, Kai changed his tactic, wrapping his arms around her in a hug instead of a hold. He smushed his cheek against hers.

"It was you," she murmured.

At this admission, he turned his head, casting her a quizzical glance. "What's wrong with that?"

She shuffled back into the pillows. "You didn't kiss me back."

After a moment, he barked out a laugh. "Cinder, you kissed me in front of the entire ballroom of people after telling me Levana was going to kill me. I was understandably confused."

She scrunched her nose. Kai shifted, releasing her from his arms and kissed that nose. "I promise I wanted to. You just surprised me. You're good at that."

"You mean it?"

"Is your lie detector flashing?"

Seeing no orange light, she smiled, assuaged. "I should've told you it was someone else. To make you jealous."

"You loser."

But this time when she kissed him, he was definitely kissing her back.

[scham-wcan]

The thought entered my mind of rigorously important, professional, SDC Director Winter Schnee feeling like she’s lost some adrenaline in her life so she picks up motorcycles. Gets this like nasty fast sports one that just rips in and out of corporate, goes from a meeting talking about finances and almost using a summon to eat Greg from accounting because he hasn’t finished the paper work to get her budget evaluation finished to biking with no holds barred speed.

Which naturally brought me to Cinder and Ruby having an argument about something after a Hunt. The pair of them bickering as they get off and go about reuniting with partners. “Cinder is being such an idiot, she’s such a block head” But Ruby just stops and makes Weiss look as Cinder has to ride on Winter’s back on the bike, she’s content cause yippee pretty biker wife but also damn it it is hard to stay intimidating while holding wife’s waist like this and being yelled at to wear a helmet

[cyborgcourt]

This wildest crossover ever would be between TLC and ATLA. Imagine Cinder as the avatar. She would definitely kick some ass

[just2bubbly]

I need where they are engaged, & he gets jealous because someone is flirting with Cinder and she doesn't realize

Masterlist

Cinder's Perspective:

Cinder adjusted her shawl as she leaned against the cold metal of her chair, eyes glancing over the dancing crowd. She sighed, fingers loosening the tension between her eyes.

"You look quite tensed, cariño," a man whispered, pulling a seat beside her.

She looked up the meaning of 'cariño'—sweetheart. Cinder pretended not to hear the man's words, too frustrated with the party going on.

"Am I disturbing, mia? I didn't want to leave a pretty lady alone, lest she be in trouble," He asked again, and Cinder was happy to have used her glamour before hiding in this corner. She could easily ask him to shut up without causing a scene.

She threw a glance in his direction, taking in his attire, of a white shirt layered with an oversized pink-hue blazer and matching cut pants. Her retina scanner gave Alex Murel as his name, PA to the Spanish Senator Mateo Furlkren. It seemed Alex didn't take his time out to put down Garan's device, something he would come to regret if Senator Mateo wanted a good man to work for him.

"No, I'd wanted a moment alone," she replied, a curt nod in his direction.

"Funny how I share the sentiment," he said, flashing a smile, modest yet unnecessarily vibrant.

She hummed, swirling the amber liquid in her glass, as she caught sight of Kai talking with someone, his face dazzling as he chuckled at something they said. Cinder felt envious of his charming stance, always ready to put on a polite smile and friendly greeting. She tried hard to present herself as a warm person, but always ended up putting the wrong impression than what she had planned.

"Would you like a fill-up? I was going to get one for myself-" he asked, to which Cinder cut him short, "- thank you, but don't want myself getting drunk tonight."

"Don't want to wake up with a hangover, I see," he murmured, a slight frown donning his face.

Cinder saw Kai walking towards her, and to maintain her cover, she glamoured him, squeezing his hand as he pulled closer.

Noticing no sign of resemblance flicker in the man's eyes, Kai greeted him, eyes searching for confirmation in hers. She quietly asked him to pretend along, as she leaned against his form, putting some of the strain on her shoulders away. Cinder felt his hands come at the small of her back as she pulled her shawl closer against her body.

"Hello, Sir," Alex said, a hand reached out for a shake. Cinder found the sight comical, knowing very well that had it not been for her glamour, Alex would have fleed at the very sight of the Emperor, instead, he shook hands with him.

"I'm Zuko Alee, a journalist for the New Beijing Times, and you must be?" He said, the practised lie rolling off his tongue easily.

"I'm Alex Murel, I work in the Spanish Senate. Senator Mateo's advisor to be exact, you must know him?"

"I don't think it clicks a ring, can't be bothered with the Spanish Senate while I cover the Commonwealth News," Kai replies, "It was nice meeting you, Mr. Murel. I would like to share a dance with my wife before we call it a night."

Kai kisses her hairline, taking the empty glass from her hand, as he pulls her up towards the dance floor.

"What was that?" Cinder asked eyebrow arched as she felt Kai's nimble fingers thrum at her waist.

"What was what?"

"My wife," she mouthed, pressing her lips against his cheek. It seemed Kai had other intentions, as he dragged her chin to look into his eyes, lips crashing against hers, with more vigour than she expected. A groan escaped her without meaning to, and she felt quite thankful for having the false identity of the glamour.

"You're jealous," she stated, a giggle on her lips, as she noticed how Kai had positioned them to be in the direct line of sight of the man from before.

"That guy was trying to flatter you with 'I work for the Spanish Senate', you're getting married to the Emperor," Kai mocked, his voice dripping with satire.

"You're really jealous," Cinder laughed, hugging him as she lay her head in the crook of his neck, rising to lay a red kiss mark stain on his jaw.

"I don't want anyone flirting with what's mine."

"He wasn't even flirting with me. Some lady I'd glamoured myself into."

"That doesn't change anything," Kai muttered.

"I'm dropping the glamour, you have lipstick stain on your jaw." She didn't want him to be clicked for some dramatic headlines, without consenting.

"What are you marking territory now?" He teased, lips quirked up in a smirk.

"Don't want anyone forgetting what's mine."

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A/N: It was fun writing experience, especially so since I was not writing angst after a while.

tagging: @gingerale2017 @slmkaider @impossiblesuitcase @fangirlforever0704 @cinderswrench @selwithwonderland @therealkaidertrash21 @salt-warrior @cindersassasin

[the-final-high-noon-rings]

day 1 of mechs women's week, starting strong with ivy! backstory/origin. literally always crying sobbing biting etc about her backstory/lack thereof. what do you mean her home burned down what do you MEAN she can't remember shit

@mechanismswomensweek

[ID: A digital drawing of Ivy Alexandia from the Mechanisms curled up in what seems to be the corner of a library. Ivy is a mid-sized white woman with dark red hair and a hooked nose. She pulls her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, tucking her head town. Ivy's eyes are closed, and it looks as if she is squeezing them shut as hard as she can. She is wearing an ankle-length purple-grey skirt, a reddish gray button-up, with cuffs around her elbows, as well as a dark red vest and a muted teal tie with matching boots. Ivy's hair is shaved short on the sides, but is long on the top, and pulled back into a ponytail that reaches down to the crook of her neck. In the shaved bits of her head, there are small bits of circuitry to represent her mechanism. She is wearing long golden heart-shaped earrings. Around her feet are two brown books, one flat on the floor next to her heel, the other propped up, leaning against a bookshelf in the background. There is also blurry sheet music and a silver flute on the ground. The background appears to be a small nook between two shelves in a library, with vague book shapes. The entire background is done in reds and purples, and there is a slight pinkish hue to the entirety of the drawing. End ID]

[gingerale2017]

News To Share

Fluff

Fandom: The Lunar Chronicles

Pairing: Cinder x Kai (kaider)

Setting: Sometime after at least Kai and Cinder are married

Words: 2k

Cinder woke up to the soft hum of the timed electrical curtains gliding apart. The eight-in-the-morning sun shot her face mercilessly and, even as her mechanical eyes automatically readjusted, she still had to squeeze them shut against the glare. She let out a soft groan and rubbed her cheek against her pillow.

Except her pillow was warm. And breathing. She froze, not wanting to wake up her husband. Unlike Cinder, the brightest rays of sun failed to wake him up as he breathed evenly and undeterred. She was vaguely aware of his hand hugging her arm as she silently oriented herself to him.

She closed her eyes, wanting to match his state again when she noticed something in the corner of her inner screen. She didn’t receive notifications when she slept so they wouldn’t bother her, but the little inbox where she sent comms kept glowing. It made her open her eyes again in confusion. Who was comming her so much at eight in the morning?

Her curiosity won over her laziness. Cinder willed the comms to open and saw a group-comm chat with message after message. It was made up of all their friends. The must be planning an event or something. The sun seemed to dim against the white chat bubbles, and for once she was glad for her man-made eyes.

Before she could fully absorb the materials of the chat, Kai stirred by moving his hand to her waist.

Cinder smiled and closed the chat, leaning into his lazy hug. Her friends could wait.

“G’morning.” He muttered, voice croaking due to the earliness.

“How did you know I was awake?” She murmured into his chest.

He sighed. “Because you’re too still. Like pretending you’re asleep still. And you hugged me back. I think.” The man was clearly groggy. She chuckled and looked up at his jaw.

“Well, good morning, Kai.” She said, reaching to press a small kiss on his throat. It pricked her lips. “About time for a shave.” She pointed out.

“I know, I know.” He then paused for a beat too long. She worried he fell back asleep. Then he took a sharp intake of breath and spoke. “What’s on the schedule today, darling?”

She hummed, pulling up the electronic list. “Nothing in the morning, which is why we’re sleeping in.” They giggled like little children getting away with something. When you’re royalty, waking up at eight in the morning is considered a luxury. While her chuckles waned, Cinder turned to hug and squeeze his waist. She lovingly dug in her forehead into the softness of his chest. His hand left her waist to pat her head. “We got documents to read over and sign before tomorrow. Oh, and the reps from the Malaysia Provinces scheduled a meeting with us at 15 hours. Though, this is the first time I’m hearing of this.”

Kai groaned and let her have her cuddle moment for second. The he completely shifted their positions by wrapping his arms and legs around like she was a pillow and hid his face in the crook of her neck. ��My turn.” He mumbled. She smiled to herself as she noticed how half of one of her arms was underneath his body now, while the her hand remained free. She used that hand to pet his hair, and used her totally free arm to rub circles all over his back. He sighed contently.

Honestly, if she had it her way, this is how she would spend every morning. Instead of waking up in the crack of dawn and leaving each other with quick kisses without a flow of conversation. She’d massage his back for eternity if she could. To Cinder, their love felt so unique and different. It felt like one that only existed every thousands of years or so. Like one from a fairytale, or a romance novel. Obviously, their love story isn’t the only incredible love story out there. There are their friends, each having their own captivating romance. But not like Cinder and Kai’s. No, not like the Commonwealth royalty at all. They understood each other on another level than their friends did, which, again, is likely true for most coupes.

But they were different! She swore they were. She didn’t have anything to prove that they were different, but it sure felt like it. They lived in their own private world that only they can experience. They saw colors, and stories, and artistry, and so much more that they can only see with each other. They’d do things with and for each other they will never do with and for anyone else.

For example, if someone murdered one of her friends, say Thorne, in cold blood, she go after the murderer of course but probably wouldn’t do anything else once justice is served. But if someone were to even give Kai a laceration the size of a tick, she’d go after that person as if they’d murdered him. That’s how far she’d go for him. And, back to understanding the other like no one else, she knew he felt the same way.

Kai moaned, waking her up from her enamored stupor. She blinked and stopped moving. “What’s wrong, darling?” She purred, his pet names rubbing off on her. Probably because she was still high off of her romantic inner spiel, she felt oddly protective of her husband right now. Though, it could also just be of their current cuddle positions.

“Nothing, that just felt so good. Please do it again.” He mumbled, covered by the skin of her neck.

Cinder chuckled to herself and resumed the circling on his head and back. He sighed, absolutely melting into her. She knew for sure he was thinking about how much he loved her. She knew because she was thinking the same thing.

After a small while, she checked her inner ‘port screen’ again and pulled up the messages for the hundredth time. Finally she read the messages and let it sink in. It started forty-five minutes ago and she scrolled to the first message.

Scarlet: Hey guys, sorry if any of you are sleeping right now, but Wolf and I have some news to share :)

Iko: oooooh what is it??

Cress: Carswell and I are awake :))))

Winter: I’m awake as well.

Winter: Jacin can’t find his port but he is also awake.

Winter: He wanted me to tell you.

Wolf: Hey guys, sorry of we’re waking any of you guys up but we have BIG NEWS !!?!

Thorne: ?? i’m a little confused.

Wolf: Sorry, I meant to delete that but I sent it instead. We decided we should send it on Scarlet’s port ./.

Wolf: Sorry, type, I mean just the dot .

Wolf: typo*

Cress: We understand Wolf. What’s the big news?!!

Iko: yessss i’m dying to know

Thorne: same, the suspense is killing me

Scarlet: So I was feeling sick for the last couple of weeks and thought ‘hm that’s strange’ so I was racking my brain as to why I was only feeling sick in the mornings

Thorne: girl are you pregnant?

Iko: THORNE

Jacin: THORNE

Cress: CARSWELL

Wolf: thORNE !??!? can you wait a littlr lonber / please?

Wolf: Sorry, typo. Little* and longer*

Winter: I’m confused, why are we writing Thorne in all capital letters? Is that the news?

Winter: Never mind, Jacin told me.

Scarlet: can i finish my story?

Thorne: we all know how it ends but sure

Thorne: anything for the preggo woman

Iko: THORNE

Jacin: THORNE

Cress: I’ll restrain him Scar, don’t worry.

Scarlet: ty cress

Scarlet: Anyways, I went to the pharmacy and it hit me. What if I’m pregnant?! So I grabbed a couple pregnancy tests and boom here I am. Officially three weeks and a half pregnant :)

Iko: AHHHH CONGRATULATIONS!!

Iko: OMS OMS IM SO HAPPY I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE ALL THE BABY BENOIT-KESLEYS

Iko: IJDNMIKNZFKGIFUBKIBK I’M SO HAPPY RN I CAN’T EVEN

Iko: OH MY STARSSSSSSSSS WHATTTTTT

Scarlet: i know :)))

Cress: CONGRATS SCARLET AND WOLF :DDDD

Cress: This is so exciting!! When is the due date?!?!?

Scarlet: April 27th the doctors said

Thorne: OH YEAH BABY NUMBER ONEEEE

Thorne: WHO’S NEXT ?!?!?

Winter: Wow this is amazing news! Congratulations! I am so happy for you.

Jacin: Congrats you guys, this is great stuff.

Scarlet: thank you soooo much, this means a lot to us

Thorne: yk, my money’s on kai and cinder for the next baby

Thorne: where are they anyway

Iko: let the poor babies sleep

Wolf: Yeah. We are very excited!

Thorne: hey no typos!

Wolf: ? I thoght I didn’t have amy :(

Wolf: Thought* Any*

Thorne: you didn’t

Wolf: Okay. Good.

Iko: LMFAO IM ROLLING

Wolf: Why are you rolling?

Winter: ?

Winter: Nevermind. Jacin just explained.

Scarlet: this is way more chaotic than i thought it was going to be lol

Thorne: our sarcasm receptors are not very high rn

Scarlet: unfortunately

The last message was sent two minutes ago and Cinder could see Winter’s profile thinking up a message. It was a cute mini avatar of her in the corner of the screen looking up at at an empty thought bubble. The avatar was tapping her foot and chin at same time is if it were a real person.

However, Cinder was too stunned to focus the avatar. She gasped and froze her motions. Kai groaned in response.

“Why’d you stop.” He moaned, the words vibrating in her neck. It tickled, but she could only blink.

“Oh my stars, Kai!” She laughed aloud. “Check your port!”

He pulled away and furrowed his brow up at her. “Why?”

“Scarlet’s pregnant!”

Winter: I am not very good with sarcasm sometimes, I am sorry for that :/

He jerked, quickly sitting up. He stared at her with wide eyes. “No way.”

“Check!”

Iko: actually you’re a hidden sarcasm gem

Scarlet: IKR?!?! you literally surprise me every time you whip your sarcasm out

He dove across their way-too-big bed for his port. Cinder could only laugh at the way his feet hung up at an odd angle. She sat up and stretched as she waited. He gasped as he read the message and covered his mouth. Then he laughed in shock. “This is incredible!” He exclaimed once he was sitting close to her again.

“I know! I’m so happy for them.” She giggled.

He tilted his head, still looking at his port. “What does Thorne mean he’s got his money on us.”

Cinder cringed. “Just ignore it. I actually think he and Cress are gonna have baby number two.”

Kai looked at her. “You sure about that?”

Her breath caught. What did he mean by that?

He looked away and typed a response that she could barely process because her mind was still reeling from the look he had just given her. And his words.

Kai: I’m sorry I’m just now seeing this but congratulations on your next stage of life! Cinder and I are so happy for you two!

Cinder: Yeah! We couldn’t be more excited. Keep us updated!

Thorne: damn y’all sleep in or something

Kai and Cinder turned to each other and burst out laughing.

Cinder: shut up

Iko: good morningggggg, i’m otw to breakfast

Thorne: BREAKFAST?!? aces, I was joking, y’all really did sleep in

Cress: We’re in your time zone, btw :3

Thorne: oh we are?

Cress: WHERE ARE YOU

Cress: Sorry that was a private chat meant for Thorne.

Thorne: you’ll never find me :3

Scarlet: aww you guys should meet up!

Scarlet: actually wolf and i were thinking about visiting the east again soon

Winter: Me and Jacin too!

Kai: That’s great news, actually. We can take this as an opportunity to catch up and celebrate your pregnancy Scar!

Cinder: Especially since all of us will be within the same time zone soon enough.

Thorne: okay mr and mrs fancypants

Scarlet: That sounds awesome!!’

Cinder: shut up

Thorne: isn’t there a way to say that a little more nicer

Thorne: yk since you’re royalty or wtv

Thorne: crap, cress found meBIVJAEYL

Jacin: Thanks Cress.

Cress: Anytime :3

Kai frowned. “What do you think she did to Thorne?”

“Hopefully put him down.” She scoffed. He chuckled, then threw his port across the bed.

He blowed a piece of his hair out of his face and smiled at Cinder. “What are you thinking about?”

“Me?” She blinked.

“Who else? Let me ask my other wife.” He teased.

“Stop it.” She glared. Then she looked away, knowing that she’d be blushing right now

He noticed her hidden rosy cheeks. “What is it, darling?” He murmured, using his hand to coax her cheek.

Whether he knew or not, this was a form of manipulation to Cinder as it always made her answer whatever Kai asked or did. Especially when he would rub his thumb back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. She was especially hypnotized whenever he used his eyes. She was like fish and his face was like bait. Once she looked into his eyes, she was hooked.

“I was thinking about what you said earlier.”

“What did I say?”

“When I made that comment about Cress and Thorne having children, you said something.” She mumbled. “I just wanted to know what you meant.” She feared she already knew the answer.

His lips twitched. Repeating her thoughts, he responded. “I think you know.”

“I do.” She whispered.

Then his eyes turned almost into pleading. “It was an offhand phrase, but I’m pretty serious, Cinder.” His other hand rubbed her knuckles. “Actually, I’ve been thinking about this for a while.” He added, with a small chuckle.

She bit her lip. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” Then he took a moment to look away and sigh. Once he recovered himself, he turned back to her again. “I think it’s time to have children.”

She stared at him for a long moment, leaving him in suspense. She could tell he was dying to know her answer and he’d agree if it were positive of negative. He’s always been supportive.

Then, she slowly smiled at him. “You know, there’s never a right time for these sorts of things.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know if I agree.” She murmured, turning away. Kai squeezed her hand. Stars. Kids! In fact, she knew exactly how she felt about having kids. “But, if we were to have one without planning for it, I wouldn’t mind it.”

He exhaled in relief and cupped her cheek as she smiled. She could hear I love you’s twinkle of his eyes. She coaxed the hand on her face with love and leaned in to kiss him.

Good stars. Kids! It’s true when they say there’s never a ‘perfect moment’ to starts. Hopefully, they’d have his eyes.

A/N: i wrote this at 1 am so it’s a little funky. hope u liked it anyway :)

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Excerpt from Field of Reeds - Chapter 2

This was the first time since then that she had set foot back in what used to be their room. The first time she was seeing what Miquella had been working on when he wasn’t attending his studies or at her side.  “What is it for?” Malenia asked, looking back at the leaf.  “Here,” Miquella said, reaching out to take her hand and guide it back to the leaf, “feel the way it seems to beat between your fingers, like a pulse. That’s how it got its name, the way it seems to mimic circulation of blood. It is said to have the same effect on people when ingested in the right dosage, artificially quickening a person’s blood flow in the same way that happens in the heat of battle.”

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I felt like compiling these in a post, so here are all the covers I've made for my fics so far: