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tinydefector · 3 months ago

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Marine Centre 3- merformers AU

Warnings: talking about mating, loss of babies. Arguments

Word count: 2.1k

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Here's some information on how the Pods kinda work in this fic. If you want more details on the pods let me know.

Here are the Five Pods that reside at the Yawk-yawk Marine Rehabilitation centre. Mind you, there are other pods, but they don't reside at the centre but will make appearances in this fic later on.

Pod 1 - Autobots

Optimus

Ratchet

Bumblebee

Jazz

Prowl

Beachcomber

Ironhide

Pod 2 - Decepticons

Megatron

Starscream

Thundercracker

Skywarp

Soundwave

Shockwave

Pod 3 - Young Autobots (off branch Pod/ Young of other members)

Rodimus

Sunstreaker

Sideswipe

Bluestreak

Smokescreen

Mirage

Pod 4 - mixed members

Windblade

Drift

Pharma

Chromedome

Rewind

Whirl

Arcee

Pod 5 - Combaticons

Swindle

Vortex

Onslaught

Brawl

Blast Off

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Little thrills and chirps come from the cove as a tiny blur of yellow and black zips through the water, Chasing the human who walks along the shore line. The little pup eagerly calls out with little noises trying to catch their attention. A chorus of soft crooning rises among the mingled pods at the greeting of the tiny pup.

"Hello Babybee!" The human calls out softly to the baby mer. many of the other oceanides kept looking out over the pup, but they were already aware that the human wouldn't hurt the little one.

The little mer thrills delightedly while trying to drag himself onto the sand closer to them. "No, no, no baby you can't come onto the sand." They call while trying to usher the little yellow and black pup back into the water.

A pout forms on the little one's face, tiny fins flapping in dismay. But just as swiftly Dancer is there in an instant, gracefully scooping the youth back into the safety of the pool.

It's only the deep rumble of Big Blue which makes Bee turn around quickly and call out loudly to his Sire. But he doesn't move. "You haven't been annoying your papa while he's been healing have you?" They inquire only for more little thrills and chirps to leave the pup. Big blue emerges then from the depths, red and cobalt scales gleaming serenely as ever in the midday light.

Bee pouts but subsides against his sire's side, tiny purrs and trills of disappointed longing leave the pup as he clings to the larger mer.

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Windblade is first to respond to the little pup, drifting nearer with grace. "Bumblebee, there you are! You know better than to crawl on the sand" she Coos softly to the stripped pup.

Starscream scoffs, though his fins lay flat in disinterest. But ever-playful Skywarp spins gleeful loops around Windblade and pup. "Aww, lookit the little bitlet! You're getting so big, your colours are looking bright" he hums while gently looking over the pup.

"Now now, little one, you know the rules. The beach side is for walking friends, not us, can't have you getting yourself beached." She soothes, calming his upset with the practised ease of a carrier well versed in youthful disobedience. "Aww let him have his fun, Blades! We were all curious pups once."

It's only the deep rumble of Optimus which makes them all go quiet. Bumblebee turns around quickly and calls out loudly to his Sire. But he doesn't move from Windblade’s hold. Optimus slowly takes his pup from her hold cradling the little one close.

"Bumblebee," he rumbles gently, "you know the rules, little one. No going on the sand, you are too young." Gently yet firmly he lifts the pup into loving arms, cerulean eyes glowing with warmth at his little one.

Bumblebee pouts but subsides against his sire's powerful arms, still emitting little Trills of disappointed longing. Optimus meets the caretaker's eyes, they both watch each other for a moment as he continues to cradle his pup.

A mournful stillness falls over the mingled pods as they watch Optimus with Bumblebee.

"last season was a difficult one. But I'm glad to see your little one out and about" Her field pulses faint sadness, she had lost her own too early, taking quickly to Bumblebee as many of the pod did.

“As am I, I'm forever grateful for all the humans have done for Bee, I doubt he would have survived without their help” he rumbles softly. Windblade continues to wiggle her claws at the little one who giggles and grabs them.

"We can't keep losing generation after generation like this. Something's thinning the gene pool and we're not breeding fast enough to replace what's lost." Ironhide calls out while swimming closer. “Hey pup” he hums, giving the little one a head rub.

Starscream hisses uneasily. "There are fewer pods venturing near each cycle. It's those land crawlers doing, mark my words they are the reason for it!” He huffs out.

"I'm aware of the drop in our numbers but as it is, the only help we have received with our young is from the humans, had I not taken Bee to them when I did we would have no surviving pups." His words give them pause. they all knew Optimus was right, Bumblebee was very sick and without the marine centre's help he would have perished.

Optimus to turn to Starscream. “How is Megatron?, I haven't seen him since out fight”

"Megatron's wounds mend, though slowly." Starscream's fins flick in agitation. "The stress is getting to him, he wonders why Primus forbids him his own spawn. But spared yours”

Skywarp chitters nervously. "It's never been this bad before, not for long cycles. Even Megatron knows something bigger's going on, making it hard for the little ones to survive.”

"Maybe the softskins are right and it's more than just bad luck or genes. Something's changing in the deep, and we're on the losing side regardless of the cause." Ironhide shoots back

But Windblade flashes her finned guardians a quelling look. " What matters now is caring for Bumblebee and hope that we are granted a change with the next season."

Windblade continues stroking the youth gently. "Bumblebee would not be here if not for the humans' care. It seems...our song may rely on theirs, if it is to have any hope of continuing in the seas."

Her words are met with uneasy hesitation never before have the Oceanides relied upon outsiders, but Optimus had. Drift speaks up as he Drift's beside Rodimus "Our numbers fall while theirs climb ever higher. If we do not accept assistance, soon there may be no pods left at all."

Starscream hisses uneasily. "Dolphins grow ever more bold and numerous, harassing us when we feed where once they gave a wide berth. The orcas too have tasted our energon and now we have to be wary of them."

Ratchet croons in concern. "The humpback and grey kin have fallen silent, their great pods have moved on. No allies remain in which we can seek refuge when predator numbers swell, our best option is to stay here till they return to these waters."

"The great sharks now prowl only the farthest blue edges, driven from their feeding grounds by the loud noise and flashing lights of human undersea vessels. We have no kin but our own, our safety is the shorelines unless we are in number but with a youngling we can not take to deep waters yet."

Bumblebee chirps again, wiggling in his sires' hold until he escapes, disappearing from Optimus' side and swimming back to the human on the sandy shore again. It earns a laugh from the human as they scoot forward a little. Gently brushing the little frills of his head. It makes Optimus' spark ache.

Starscream vents quietly. "Few among us have known the happiness of sparking and rearing young. I doubt the other pods are having the same issues as us, perhaps we need new mingling when they come to the sands again"

“ It could be an option, considering our five Pods seem to not be having the best of luck” Sunstreaker mutters softly.

“ I'd like to see Chromia again, Hopefully Elita’s pod returns ” Windblade murmurs to herself, she could only hope that Chromia had better luck with a pup. But she did miss her bonded.

“You know the landers don't seem to have much issues with offspring, maybe they'd be willing to help us out” Rodimus blurts out, he wasn't exactly paying full attention to what was being said.

Windblade's fins flare in startled protest. Turning towards the bright orange and Red Oceanide. "Mating with outsiders goes against the sacred bonds of pod and kin!"

"Mating season nears and our numbers dwindle," Rodimus insists. "I'm not saying we have to do anything, it was just a thought!." He huffs out but lounges back against the rocks, his eyes watching the human now playing with Bumblebee in the shallows. But it does make many of the others stop to think. Humans seemed to have much better luck with their young than the Pod. But even that there was no promise of young or if a coupling of that sort would be viable.

Skywarp speaks up next. "If it means pups, what does it matter who their carrier is?"

Ironhide rumbles grim concerns. "Involving outsiders in matters of our Pods could alter both species in ways none foresee."

The younger mers pulse with surging field and logic as Rodimus presses his point. Bluestreak begins voicing his opinion. "Look how the caretaker cares for Bumblebee. Is that so different from how one would care for our young? And see how the little one beams at their touch, as content as any podling among kin!"

"He's got a point - the softskins aren't so strange. And if it brings pups, what's to lose?" Vortex states while watching the other pods continue to argue over the subject.

"Frag the fleshies, if it means more bitlets! Who cares? if it saves our pods I'd say it's worth it” Onslaught remarks only for other mers to hiss at his crash words.

But steely Jazz croons, despite his love for their little caretaker and the other human's of the centre he didn't trust that other humans wouldn't use it to their advantage. "Breedin' another species ain't no simple thing, mech. what's to stop the softskins wantin' somethin' back we ain't willin' to give?"

“We mate freely when the tide flows, so why not them? On land or sea,” Swindle shrugs, it was true, some mers had multiple mades others single, but due to the times they had taken to mating with multiple in hopes for young.

Rodimus refuses to relent under Elders stinging reprimand. "Do you think I propose this out of boredom or mere lust?" he retorts hotly. "Since my own youth, our numbers have halved - and how many more fading cycles must pass before no pups remain at all?, this season we have one surviving, one Pup between Five pods"

"The landers recognize as we do that something ails us. If natural means no longer can restore our numbers, then must we not embrace other paths, however unorthodox, hey im all for if we find another way, but what happens when next season we have no pups"

Rodimus spins to pin each dissenting elder with a fiery piercing glare. "Or would you have us fade to nothing instead, condemning future generations to exist only in memory?" His impassioned defence strikes silence from many.

Optimus' gaze turns to watches with quiet intensity as the human and pup interact, observing how they handle the bitlet with such care.

Long has he guided his pod, but he too knew something was amiss. The broods he once bore long since ventured into the deeps few remained. Yet...if agreement could be found, built, why not try. “If by this season we have no young It will be something the human will know. They are intelligent. If they are willing to assist, we will gladly take their offer” Optimus rumbles, it's the end of discussion as he slowly moves away from the others towards his bitlet.

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"Yes, yes hello sweet baby, you know I'll get in trouble if I'm around you too much, vets said you need to be around your pod, can't have you getting too attached to me" they hum mainly to themself knowing full well the little pup didn't understand.

Bumblebee thrills piteously, tiny claws outstretched and straining toward them, flexing futilely. "No test today baby, you look so healthy now!" They chimed but sigh as the little one drags themself into their lap. Slowly scooting down the sand they sit in the water so Bee doesn't dry out too much. Their eyes watch the larger Oceanides talk amongst themselves. It almost sounds like a melody with the sweet sounds they made.

“Are the adults boring you baby?” They tease softly only for the little yellow and black pup to snuggle Into their side purring contently. “Gonna get me in big trouble with Quin Beebee.

It's a long while before the older mers finish what seemed like an intense conversation.

Gracefully Big blue nudges nearer, slowly beaching himself close to them, trying his best not to startle either of them. gently but firmly he lifts the pup away, cerulean eye meeting their own with gratitude beyond words. They smile and laugh softly as it earns a grumble from the little one who didn't want to be disturbed.

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svearehnn · 4 months ago

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black violets and baby's breath | modern!azriel x bridesmaid!reader

summary: feyre and rhys are finally getting married! the tension between you and azriel is palpable.

a/n: part two will be coming soon! once i get my essay done lmao. i hope you enjoy! (i didn’t edit this apologies)

Cobalt blue hugged your form in a silky sheen, falling just above your white ankle heels. You let out a shuttering breath as you smoothed the fabric down, fiddling with the sparkling jewelry that adorned your ears, wrists, and neck.

You were nervous. Feyre was getting married, your best friend. It was so thrilling to be apart of her wedding party, but you couldn’t help the racing of your heart at the thought of being escorted down the aisle by none other than Azriel, your long term crush and childhood friend. You eyed yourself in the mirror. It was obvious that you looked stunning–cobalt was your color, and a polished look seemed to compliment your angelic fae-like features.

However, you couldn’t find it within yourself to step out of the room. You chuckled sardonically to yourself, fluffing your hair, reapplying your lip gloss, doing anything to delay your inevitable exit. You weren’t even the bride, yet it felt as though you had pre-wedding jitters.

A knock sounded on the door, and you closed your eyes. One deep breath in, out through your mouth, and you opened the oak door. Mor stood on the other side, her brown eyes dazzling.

“You ready?” She squealed, excitement palpable in her buzzing form. You nodded hesitantly and took her hand. She squeezed it, a comforting gesture that helped soothe your rampant nerves.

“It’ll be okay. Az is going to think you’re beautiful. I mean, he always does, but goddamn do you look like a goddess right now.” That forced a giggle from your throat, prompting a smile to form on Mor’s striking features.

“There’s that gorgeous smile! Now come on.” Your blonde friend dragged you down the stairs, causing you to stumble in your heels. Once you got to the wooden staircase, you descended hand in hand. Nerves encased your soul, bees buzzing and stinging in your stomach.

Yet, once you rounded the curve of the stairs and your eyes locked on Azriel’s hazel ones, all the nerves seemed to fade away. His eyes widened, brows raising, lips turning upward in an imperceptible smile that only you could catch. You bowed your head, cheeks aflame as you continued your decline.

Mor had disappeared, arms wrapped around Emerie, leaving you alone with the railing gripped between bone white fingertips. Azriel outstretched his hand and you took it gingerly, letting him guide you down the last few steps and onto the natural wooden floors of Feyre and Rhys’ River House.

The two of you stood like that for a moment, no words exchanged, just drinking each other in. Azriel wore a black tux, a cobalt tie adorning his neck, accentuating the tattoos that peeked through the black collar of his shirt. His ears held their signature silver hoops and secondary studs, his fingers adorned with bands of silver and stone. He had slicked back his dark hair and it looked nice, yet all you wanted to do was muss it up to its usual messy demeanor.

Azriel spoke first, licking his lips and smacking them before he spoke. “You look…wow. Just phenomenal, Little Star.” He hummed, appreciation coating his tone. He raised your hand, twirling you around in a slow circle, eyeing the slit that went up to your hip and the low V that showed off your collarbones. The blush that filled your features warmed your skin to a feverish glow from his compliments.

“You look wonderful yourself, Azriel.” You murmured, looking him up and down slowly, drinking in every aspect, every detail of the godly male in front of you. He smirked, biceps flexing ever so slightly beneath the fabric of his tux. He held out the crook of his arm as the music began to filter in through the hallway, signaling the start of the ceremony.

“Are you ready, my beautiful bridesmaid?” You accepted his arm gratefully, unusually quiet within this newfound adoration that he was throwing at you.

“Lead the way, my handsome groomsman.” You replied, swallowing thickly. His arm was rock hard beneath your touch, an obvious indication of his and Cassian’s daily gym ventures.

The two of you walked arm in arm to the french doors that lead to the backyard wedding that Feyre and the rest of the wedding party had set up beautifully.

Cassian and Nesta led the line, the oldest Archeron dressed in a stunning dark red dress that matched Cassian’s tie. Then came Elain and Lucian in sparkling gold akin to the setting sun. Mor and Emerie followed, adorned in midnight purple. Behind them trailed Amren and Varian in their signature North Sea blue.

At the strike of the piano, Azriel gave you a small smile and stepped forward, leading you through the glass doors. The sun was blinding, but even through your squinted eyes you could see the flower arch at the alter filled with calla lilies and black violets, baby’s breath dotted in between. You and Azriel floated on a walkway of white peony petals, eyes hardly leaving each other’s, unable to stop drinking each other in.

It was as if a tension had electrified the air between the two of you the second he had set his sights on you when you meandered down the staircase. Your heart was a doldrum in your chest, begging to break through your ribs, taut and strained. As if Azriel could sense your trepidation, he squeezed your arm in a comforting touch.

He leaned down, breath against your ear, the smell of cedar encompassing your senses. “Breathe, Little Star.” You did as told, lungs expanding, nerves unfolding into the atmosphere and disappearing on the wind. Azriel’s thumb traced patterns into the skin of your forearm, soothing you further.

Your eyes left his, landing on Rhys at the altar. His eyes were alight, a slight smirk on his lips. He glanced between you and Azriel with a raised brow. A blush rose on your cheeks. His smirk widened, shoulders peacocking as though he knew he was right. Which, he usually was, you thought. You wouldn’t dwell on it–at least, not now. It was Feyre’s day, not yours.

The song came to an end as you and Azriel reached the dais, parting to reach your respected positions with you on the left and him on the right. As you turned, he grabbed your hand, extending your arm and bringing it up to press a kiss to the soft skin. Without another word he turned, leaving you stunned. Mor had to pull you to her side, her excitement palpable.

“Oh my gods!” She exclaimed, but you hardly heard her as the music started back up and the doors opened. Feyre stepped out, her black dress sparkling in the sun. Sheer fabric covered her arms and her her chest, flowing down into an intrinsic pattern of swirls similar to that of hers and Rhys’ tattoos. It was skin tight down to her knees, the skirt billowing out below, covering her black heels. She looked exquisite. It was impossible for you to take your eyes off of her, and if you were able to look around, you would notice that it was the same for everyone else.

When she reached the altar, Rhys took her hands, helping her up the marble steps with tears lining his waterline. They lined yours, as well.

Gwyn stood behind the couple, hands clasped in front of her, a smile etched onto her face. Words flowed out of her lips, Feyre and Rhys repeating every syllable as salty water flowed freely down their cheeks until the final I do.

Rhys dipped his wife in a passionate kiss, oblivious to the ovation happening around them from their closest friends. When they rose, Feyre raised her bouquet in the air, pride hanging heavy around her, a glow emanating from her skin.

Everyone rose in unison as if in prayer.

“To the new Mrs. and Mr. Carynthian!” Mor called out next to you, her voice carrying through the garden. Voices echoed after her, singing reverants to the newlyweds. As she walked back down the aisle, hand in hand with Rhys, bouquet in hand, everyone cheered as they passed. They congregated behind them, tears flowing, applause echoing through the space as if it were an ancient cathedral.

Feyre stopped before she entered the house. She turned towards everyone, a grin plastered on her lips, a wink highlighting her stormy eyes. She threw her bouquet high up in the air. Hands reached up toward the Mother, itching to be the one to catch the bundle of violets.

They fell gingerly into your waiting palms as if there was some kind of divine interference. You blinked slowly, locking eyes with Feyre. They sparked with mischief before her and Rhys disappeared behind the French doors.

Your heart pulled taut again as you fiddled with the black petals, their touch akin to a feather within your fingertips. Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the shadow towering over you until a hand landed on your chin, tilting your head so your eyes met Azriel’s.

“How was that for a ceremony?” He asked, breathless, eyes wide, pupils dilated. You swallowed, chest fluttering.

“It was beautiful.” Your voice came out within less than a whisper. He smiled, one only reserved for you, as he tucked a strand of your hair behind an ear. His hand stayed there for a moment before pulling back, as if he were debating about running his fingers along the length of your cheek.

“You caught the bouquet, too.” You glanced down at the flowers in question, their fragrant smell filtering through your lungs every time you inhaled.

“I did. I don’t know why the universe gave it to me though, I’m not even close to getting married.” The words fell out of your mouth haphazardly before you could stop them. Azriel chuckled, hands shoved into his pockets, tensing within the linen slacks.

“Have you ever thought about getting married?” Heat rose from your neck to your cheeks. You hadn’t, honestly. The only person you could dream of marrying was him, yet you knew that was far fetched. Even with the energy buzzing around the two of you, the idea would fade within a week. It was just the presence of a wedding, you thought. Nothing would change. Azriel’s hazel eyes were intense, gazing directly into your soul for what seemed like eternity until Mor bumped your arm.

“Come on! We have to get ready for the reception.” You smiled at him as Mor dragged you away by the arm, your eyes never leaving his even as you disappeared behind the same doors that Feyre did. As you and your blonde friend climbed the same steps you had descended only an hour ago, the thought of marrying Azriel swirled through your mind like a tornado, wreaking havoc on any other thought that was there. Maybe it was possible. Maybe Azriel was interested in you. Only time would tell, and maybe, at the reception, the tension between the two of you would lift and reveal the secrets that were hidden beneath hardened hearts.

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ctrlhope · 9 months ago

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— Rest, Relax, Reserve ⊹ Series M.List

⭔ : Welcome in! Here at the Humbolt Insect Hybrid Conservation Park, we implore all of our guests to experience the wonderful world of hybrids living in their natural habitats! Feel free to interact with any hybrids that may approach you— however, please keep in mind that this is a no-touch park, these are wild animals after all. Please stay safe, stick to the trails, and enjoy your stay!

Please note: we are not responsible for any risks associated with entering our parks. Keep this in mind when exploring.

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⭔ : warning! most stories on this list are yandere-themed, meaning they may have elements of dark content in them. all have mature content within them as well. please read all warnings before reading each one!

⭔ : a/n! this series has spawned from my entomology class this semester! so enjoy a lot of useless facts about arthropods while falling in love with hybrid bts <33

⭔ : status! ongoing -> last update: Chasing Tornados

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Kim Seokjin

⊹ ׁ ݂┊ ⭔ species: blue morpho butterfly

⊹ ׁ ݂┊ ⭔ classification: arthropoda, insecta, lepidoptera

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Chasing Tornados ⊹ Min Yoongi

⊹ ׁ ݂┊ ⭔ species: fattail scorpion

⊹ ׁ ݂┊ ⭔ classification: arthropoda, arachnida, scorpiones

-> Ever since you were young, you found solstice in the clouds. Found haven in their winding winds, their chilling storms. Monsters of the air meant to destroy became your love— your safety. You know everything about the skies, yet you only want to know more about him. Wish for him to love you just as much as you do him. Your best friend. Your scorpion. Your impossible. Your Yoongi.

Jung Hoseok

⊹ ׁ ݂┊ ⭔ species: warrior wasp

⊹ ׁ ݂┊ ⭔ classification: arthropoda, insecta, hymenoptera

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Kim Namjoon

⊹ ׁ ݂┊ ⭔ species: honey bee

⊹ ׁ ݂┊ ⭔ classification: arthropoda, insecta, hymenoptera

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The Pitfalls of Silk ⊹ Park Jimin

⊹ ׁ ݂┊ ⭔ species: cobalt blue tarantula

⊹ ׁ ݂┊ ⭔ classification: arthropoda, arachnida, aranea

-> The winter gods are out to get you. That could be the only possible explanation for the series of bad luck tumbling before you— tropical vacation cancelled, snow locking you inside. Hell, even your shovel broken in half has got to be the gods playing some sort of trick on you. Pulling you along, making decisions for you as they guide you along the red string of fate. Guide you towards the very spider that found his way into your basement. Allowing him to fall into your heart all the same.

— bites: 01

Kim Taehyung

⊹ ׁ ݂┊ ⭔ species: domestic silk moth

⊹ ׁ ݂┊ ⭔ classification: arthropoda, insecta, lepidoptera

-> coming soon . . .

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⊹ ׁ ݂┊ ⭔ species: black garden ant

⊹ ׁ ݂┊ ⭔ classification: arthropoda, insecta, hymenoptera

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eclipsesdrawings · 4 months ago

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I almost forgot to post those here

Sorry if the images are a little blurry;-;

So… Hivewings can be inspired by a variety of different insects right?

We had some that are based off of beetles, wasps, bees, centipedes ect.

I had some spare time and decided to base the ones you see right now off of different tarantulas! (Except the black/gold one) I know that a lot of people are afraid or disgusted by them, but I personally think that they can be quite fascinating and beautiful ^^

I can also imagine that night- and beetlewing hybrids could have looked somewhat similar to this. Beetlewings were described to be very colorful, we can see this by their modern counterparts (silkwings)

This just gave me the excuse to make bunch of more colorful Hivewings

The tarantulas I used es inspiration will be listed below! I didn’t want to use images in case someone has arachnophobia

1. Orange king baboon

2. Ivory ornamental

3. Texas brown

4. Cobalt blue

5. Brachypelma boehemei

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virtual-tchotchkes · 2 years ago

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Some Campaign 2 moments I wish to see included in the upcoming Mighty Nein animated show even though they wouldn't have anything to do with moving the plot forward:

1. Jester whispering "thank you" with her arms wide open to ask an exasperated Essek for a hug, to which he ends up awkwardly and begrudgingly relenting to.

2. "Hello, bees!"

3. "Do do do hmm hmm doughnuts!", "Hey, Plank King!" and some more of Jester's most hysterical Sendings.

4. That tender moment between Yasha and Caleb when she shaved his beard with her sword.

5. When Nott tried to steal from Fjord but she got caught by Molly.

6. Beau's asshole pet owl, Profesor Thaddeus.

7. The Nein bringing their horses through Cobalt Soul portals and then getting banned from every archive branch in Wildemount because of it.

8. The Nein turning Yussa's tower into their personal teleportation portal.

9. The Bad Luck Bandits

10. "Oh, Oskar." and every time Jester referenced Tusk Love to the ire of Fjord.

11. Fluffernutter!

12. Fjord and his unfortunate dealings with murderous turtles.

13. Nott's rendition of Sweet Caroline but in Abyssal.

14. Yasha who smells like a crayon.

15. Nott shooting at Beau's butt while they were racing.

16. "Help, it's again" and more of Caduceus' high wisdom low intelligence moments.

17. Beau letting out the Tracy in her to flirt with a guard.

18. Kiri accidentally spilling Nott's secret husband's name to the party.

19. When Yasha learned how to properly use "I killed my whole family, I'll throw you under the bridge" in a sentence.

20. The whole Platinum Dragon prank debacle that Nott and Jester did just so Jester's absentee deity will like her again.

...I honestly have so much more to add, but I would love to hear yours!!!

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colorfulcollectordragon-2f8ee55c · 2 months ago

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Gold

Fern/Alloy/Glimmer

Gold/Marigold/Gold

Light Rare eyes

Navy

Falcon/Peregrine/Ringlets

Cobalt/Cobalt/Navy

Water Dark

Orchid

Wasp/Bee/Lace

Pink/Pearl/Orchid

Arcane Rare

Fun fact, pretty sure Purple’s colors are within the range of Orchid and Navy's colors if they were to breed, so checks out

Also Orchid taught Purple the coatl language, which is the note block/music note singing in this au, so boom!

I also made Alan

Basic/Basic/Points

Nightshade/Nightshade/White

Earth Rare eyes

Don't actually think he'd have an element but those eyes are close enough to that

Plain looking but with hidden power lol

#fr #ava #ava fr au #ava fr #animator vs animation #animation vs minecraft #avm gold #avm navy #avm orchid #ava alan becker #ava character alan #ch alan #flight rising

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suppose-i-was-worm · 2 years ago

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Iceberg Siren pt 4

The first thing Danny did after Jason stepped aside to let him in was point at Jason’s chest.

“Eeeeey, chest scar buddies!”

Jason looked down at his scars, and then back up again at Danny, whose eyes had traveled farther down, noticing the slowly bleeding wound on Jason’s side.

“Oh! Damn, that’s gotta sting. Do you want some help with that?”

Which is how Jason found himself in the bathroom with Danny chattering away on his knees in front of him, in a vastly different context with how Jason would prefer Danny on his knees.

Bad brain.

“And really, you can’t keep running around with that corrupted ectoplasm in you- it’s stunting your growth! Should I pull it out?”

Jason looked down, straight into Danny’s wide, hopeful eyes. Taken by a sudden fit of brain fog, he shrugged, despite the fact that the other man was stitching his side closed.

“Sure, I guess?”

Danny smiled, big and brilliant, before tying off the last of the stitches.

“Great! Let me-” he hopped up, guiding Jason down to sit on the edge of the tub. “This shouldn’t hurt much, but fair warning, I’ve never done this before.”

Jason nodded dumbly as Danny pulled off his bloody gloves and discarded them before lifting one of Jason’s wrists to his face.

He couldn’t help the goosebumps that prickled his skin as he felt Danny’s warm breath ghost across his pulse point, nor could he help jumping as Danny sunk his teeth into that self-same pulse point.

Something in him kept him from yanking his arm away, something hungry and longing for freedom.

Danny pulled away after a few moments, wiping something dark from his lips with the back of the hand not holding Jason’s arm. Jason was pretty shocked to notice the blue eyes that endeared him so much were, for a few seconds, a toxic Lazarus green.

And then the blue was back and Danny was sticking out his tongue with a grimace.

“That was rank, Red. You should find a better source.”

Jason felt dizzy, and in his last moments of clarity, watched Danny’s face morph into one of panic before the darkness overtook him.

~~~

Danny fluttered nervously around Red Hood as the man groaned awake- he’d managed to catch him as he slumped forward and carry the man to the couch, but other than that, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do.

Red wasn’t dead, at least, not completely. It was like he started forming a core and just stopped halfway through. Probably due to the corruption in the ectoplasm that helped him form a core.

“What hit me?”

Danny chuckled thinly and helped Hood sit up.

“Uh, me? Technically? I didn’t realize you needed an extra boost of clean ecto when I took out the bad stuff, but congratulations, you’re now a- whatever the hell I am, I guess. There was never a consensus on the naming.”

The other man looked at him sharply.

“I don’t have the meta gene.”

“No, no, it’s not about being a meta, I just picked up the term when I got here. I don’t think you’ll have powers quite as extensive as mine, your introduction to ectoplasm was a lot different, but we’ll have to see.”

He was trying very hard not to word-vomit, but Hood looking at him with those pretty cobalt eyes and that sharp-jawed face just made his brain buzz like thousands of spectral bees.

“Aliens?”

“No, although I’d love to meet one! More like-” Danny paused, parsing through his own words before he said them. “Glorified lab accidents? Or, not really, in your case, but essentially.”

He realized that didn’t really sound better, but it seemed to make sense to Hood, who sat brooding on the couch. Was he supposed to call him Jason now, since they’d met out of masks?

Without thinking about it, he chirped an inquiring noise to get the other man’s attention.

“Please don’t tell me we’re part cricket.”

Danny laughed, less nervous since Jason was apparently joking around with him now.

“No, just prone to vocalizations. Can I call you Jason?”

“Sure, Cricket.”

~~~

Clockwork smiled as the last few pieces to his plan fell in to place- Princess Danielle was starting on a new adventure, and their young King had finally found a reason to live after the torture inflicted upon him by his parents.

All of the Infinite Realms had noted that the king was unhappy, trapped in the land of the dead with no haunt or home- several of them had come to Clockwork, and together they had devised a plan.

A dimension familiar enough for Phantom to slip in unnoticed, but removed enough to not need his particular brand of heroism.

A dimension that was doomed without intervention from someone far more powerful than their eyes had ever seen.

Danny might not notice, but his very presence was protection for this dimension, sating his Obsession without endangering what was left of his life- Clockwork had to work hard to find this place. A place with enough factors leading toward the emergence of a strong and confident King, not held back by the sins of his genetic donors.

Clockwork would call himself Danny’s parent before he would refer to the Fentons as such.

~~~

Dick knew this was the place. Well, he knew it was the Iceberg Lounge, that was a no-brainer, but he also knew that this is where Jason’s mystery friend worked.

They hadn’t managed to figure out what the target did here, but Robbie Malone was about to find out.

He strode in, all quiet confidence, nodding at the bouncers as he made his way to the VIP lounge. The Malone family had a table near the balcony, with perfect sightlines to the door and the stage below. Stephanie was already there, dressed to the nines.

“Cousin! I didn’t know you were coming!” Dick leaned down to kiss Steph on both cheeks, as dictated the Malone family cover.

“The next act is supposed to be on soon- I hear the singer is divine.”

Sitting down elegantly, Dick signaled a waiter for a drink, and then turned to look down on the stage. A willowy blond woman was finishing her song and bowing to the crowd. There was a polite round of applause- until the young woman left and the next singer appeared.

The applause was thunderous throughout the lounge. The young man on the stage held up a hand, and the applause stopped instantly.

He chuckled with a deep voice, and leaned close to the mic.

“You all like my dress that much?”

Dick would admit it was a lovely dress, a dark blue flapper style dress with an unusual plunging neckline.

Stephanie kicked him under the table, tilting her head down towards the singer. Ah, so he was the target.

The music started, and moments later the singing did, too. A smooth baritone voice, crooning out a song. Deciding to listen to the lyrics instead of chat with Steph, he was quite shocked at the contents of the song.

It was a beautiful song, but it spoke of heartbreak and betrayal, longing and fear.

It made Dick sad for the person who wrote it. By the end, the club had long gone silent, entranced by the song. Some patrons were surreptitiously wiping their eyes on their napkins.

Dick turned back to Steph, who was watching the singer with sharp eyes.

“Cousin?”

Steph glanced up at him, none of her cover’s light in her eyes.

“He’s got bad scars on his chest. You can see them under his dress when he leans forward from this angle.”

He looked, and sure enough, there was the tell-tale puckering of skin, right underneath the line of the dress. It would take a trained eye to notice it, but Dick and Steph were nothing but trained eyes.

Danny Nightingale, Singer at the Iceberg Lounge, was more than he seemed.

~~~

Damian noticed that Jason had a bandage on his wrist first. Of course he was first to notice, he was the only blood son.

“What incompetence caused that, Todd?”

Jason, instead of getting angry, just looked down at his wrist and shrugged.

“Vampire cricket.”

“I beg your pardon?”

He knew it was the wrong thing to say as soon as he said it. Todd tended to be quick to anger, and being questioned would probably set him off. Much to Damian’s surprise, however, Todd’s eyes lit up with mischief.

“Then beg, Demon Brat.”

Damian would have attacked Todd if Father hadn’t swept by in that moment, handing him a file.

“Robin. Arsenal has brought a new member to the Titans. I expect you to zeta to the Tower and meet her as soon as you have finished reading her file.”

He opened his mouth to protest, and then thought better of it. Flipping open the file, he caught a glimpse of a young girl with dark hair and blue eyes, smiling cheerily at the photographer.

Phantom Unknown Civilian Alias. Claims to come from a place called the ‘Infinite Realms’- contact John Constantine or Justice League Dark for more information. Powers include Density Manipulation, Flight, Invisibility, and Construct Creation (green). She says she is looking for her brother, but will not disclose a name. Met Green Arrow on a roof in Star City, volunteered to be a superhero upon meeting Arsenal. Denied DNA sample.

#dp x dc #dp x dc fanfic #danny phantom #dp x batman #arctic siren au #dead on main #jason todd #dani fenton #damian wayne #dick grayson

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fauustic · 2 years ago

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afraid of what i can do

(implied afab) gender-nonconforming reader x miguel “spider-man 2099″ o’hara

smut. angst. comfort. as miguel grows more intimate with you, his insecurities catches up to him.

warnings: explicit smut. biting, marking, blood discussion. discussion of insecurities and the comfort that follows.

word count: 4238

A scratch of vinyl briefly interrupted the easygoing atmosphere settling upon the living room as the news station echoed softly throughout the apartment, flowing into an easy-going harmony of domestic bliss. It was nearing time to rest, you decided.

On nights like these as the pink hues of the sunset faded into a canvas of cobalt blue, a light smile dusted your features as you waited for your husband to return back home. The apartment you conjured into a humble, chaotic mess of your love became a safe space for the both of you, as the smell of desserts you'd painstakingly learn the recipes of just for Miguel to try with a puzzled curve of his brow and a displeased curl of his mouth, wafted through the kitchen and met your nose.

You missed Miguel, as you settled into your nighttime routine and slipped on a shirt of his. Sometimes you imagined him getting ready for bed with you, just like any other couple– and falling asleep with him in your hold, snuggled within your embrace like you were the one who protected him. Miguel loved being the smaller spoon no matter the circumstances, after all.

After you had brushed your teeth and even prepared his own toothbrush, you shuffled throughout your shared space to double check if you had finished all the chores to just try and make his life a tad bit easier.

Dinner has been prepared, a comfort food of his that he made sure you knew he craved when Miguel was stuck working at his headquarters: Cocido de Garbanzos; a delicious stew that had bursts of flavors with a variety of all kinds of things, vegetables and pork and chorizo and garbanzo beans and–

You chuckled with Miguel in mind, remembering his panicked sputters of what ingredients were needed and how you weren't preparing anything correctly, it was something Miguel had taught you to make with little snaps to your skill whenever you had messed up– but you knew he loved the time spent with you and the effort you made trying to learn something important to him.

The window leading into the living room was open for an easy entrance, a reminder that he uttered frantically whenever he would wake you up in the early mornings while he got dressed for work. "Remember, mi cielo. Keep that–" he pointed towards the living room before sliding his hands together in a lighthearted plea. "Open, keep it open. Ever since you forgot that one time I am haunted."

Lastly, you wrote a note next to his meal. A simple, "glad you're home safe. I miss you."

The clean, fresh scent of laundry intermingled with Miguel’s smell embedded within his shirt welcomed you within the bundle of blankets and pillows that made up your shared space. Rest came to you like bees to petals on a warm summer day, drifting you off to rest after such an eventful day.

The next thing you remember is the touch of your husband, a pained groan escaping his lips as he slipped underneath the blankets and settled in between your legs without a word. His presence brought a wave of reassurance as he wordlessly clutched onto you like if Miguel let go, he’d wake up from a dream that’s carried him away and altered his very being.

"Long day?" You cooed into his damp hair, petals of water seeping into your cheeks as Miguel's face met your chest with a huff of relief. Sleep riddled your voice as you giggled, his deep inhales grazing your skin underneath one of his shirts. Miguel's shoulders tightened under the touch of your fingers, shaking in pleasure as you kneaded the soreness that plagued his muscles.

His hold wrapped around your ribs that rivalled the touch of handling a doll, meeting at the small of your back as he trapped you underneath him delicately. Miguel's chest rumbled lowly as his scarlet eyes fluttered shut, snuggling closer to your warmth. "You have no idea, mi conejito." He chuckled tiredly before pushing himself up, meeting your eyes with a tired curl of his lips.

You frowned, brushing your index against his freshly split eyebrow. He must have patched himself up while you were sleeping, and the thought of Miguel washing off blood from his wounds and bandaging himself in the silence of his mind made your heart practically shatter in a million pieces. The wince he barely covered up only made you feel more guilty.

"My love, you should have woken me up when you got home." You tutted faintly, speaking to him with so much patience that Miguel couldn't help but melt against the kiss you planted on his forehead after your light scolding. "I'm always here to make things easier on you."

As you took his face into your hands and danced your thumbs around his cheeks, heat met your touch as if he was slightly embarrassed by the way you spoke to him. So tenderly, treating him with the affection of a fragile thing.

"Didn't want to wake you up," he smiled lazily, fangs meeting the plush skin of his bottom lip. "Looked so cute in my shirt, laying in our bed.. baby, I couldn't bring myself to ruin such a beautiful thing." Miguel's words oozed like honey as he pecked you on the lips, short and sweet. A glimpse of the dark circles underneath his tired gaze showed through the darkness when a flying car whizzed by the window of your apartment.

Sliding your grasp up to his curls, you pulled at the dark brown locks peppered with grey. An airy groan escaped his lips as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Are you getting enough sleep, honey? I know the city's not going to clean itself, but big tough Spider-Man can take an off day every now and then. Maybe take the advice of those silly coworkers you–"

Your lighthearted mumble, a genuine concern blanketed with a joking tone, was cut off the moment his lips clashed into yours. The abrupt kiss had taken you off guard, allowing him to swipe his tongue into your mouth with ease. Miguel's arms unraveled around your form only to allow his hands the freedom to knead into the flesh of your hips as his tongue fought against yours. He was surrounding you entirely, looming over your form as his touch explored your skin with desperation, a neediness you haven't been exposed to in weeks. The scent of praline flooded your senses as his shirt bunched up, his mouth still greedily taking everything you had to offer. He moaned into your heavy breaths, fangs sinking into your bottom lip as he caged you underneath him.

A gasp erupted from your throat as the calloused pads of his thumbs trailed up underneath his shirt you adorned, painstakingly slow. You almost broke the kiss to tell him to stop distracting you from worrying about him, but he beat you to it.

Miguel ripped away from your lips, a string of saliva following his movements as he brought his forearm to his chin, wiping away your blood and the entanglement of your spit.

"Don't need to have you cracking jokes about those guys I'm stuck with all the damn time. Malditos idiotas." He breathed deeply, his lips– smeared with blood– curving into a sneer at the thought. "Especially due to the fact all I have on my mind is you, and you're thinking about someone else?" His palms cupped your breasts, one hand pinching your nipple sharply as his jealousy was made present. "That's not very nice, cariño." His other hand kneaded into the flesh of your chest, claws threatening the softness of your skin. Miguel was slowly losing his composure.

"Miguel–" you choked out as he straddled your leg, knee planted against your thigh as the other pushed lightly against the newfound need pooling onto the sheets, wetting his skin. His breath hitched as he dove back down, meeting the crook of your neck with urgency. A rip sounded throughout the intensity, startling you as the cold air met your skin.

"I need you," he murmured into your shoulder, marking your skin with hickies like his life depended on it. Miguel's lips danced around your flesh, not missing a single inch of skin as his fangs desperately sought purchase into your shoulder. "can I bite you, baby? Please, please let me bite you," He chanted as his words grew muddled with his mouth reconnecting with your shoulder, warm huffs meeting chilled goosebumps. You could feel his quivering lips, drool dribbling down and framing the curve of your breast.

You moaned, pushing his head impossibly closer to you in a lust-ridden frenzy. "Yes, god yes. Anything you want." You bared your neck, clawing at his messily styled curls that always awarded you with a throaty growl of his. Without another second to spare, hot pain followed with an explosion of pleasure racked through your entire being– rendering your mind useless as all you could think about was: Miguel, Miguel, Miguel.

Legs shaking, the tension you didn't even realize churning within your core snapped as his tongue swiped at the blood threatening to spill from where he pierced. "Miguel, oh my god– I'm, I'm coming–"

A low rumble of something akin to a purr accompanied your hazy rambles, your fingers mindlessly tangled within his curls and pulling hard. His length, confined to the fabric of his boxers and hovering over your thigh, grew impossibly harder as your squirms rubbed harshly against his cock. Miguel whimpered, detaching himself from your shoulder with a long kiss to the wound, just to nibble on your perked nipples as he grinded into your thigh like he's just as high as you from sinking his fangs into your flesh.

"Missed you, mi alma." His lips met yours in a much softer kiss as your body felt worn and blissful all at once. Tongue lazily fighting with yours', the flavor of his spit and your blood intertwined. Miguel lapped thoroughly into your mouth as he had created the loveliest wine. "Been needing this for weeks. Te amo mucho, love you so much it hurts." Miguel breathed into your drooling lips as his claws delicately met your thigh, your skin slick with his precum as he adjusted his position in your legs.

"My everything," He hissed through gritted teeth, tainted with your blood and spit dribbling down his chin. Miguel kicked off his boxers with endearingly cute frustration, brow curling up in irritation as he finally unclothed his achingly desperate erection. Slapping against his stomach, Miguel almost cried out in relief as a bead of sweat dripped from the stress lines on his forehead. "I need you, need you need you– please–" he whined as you heaved for breath, finally coming back to your senses. Miguel melted like putty into your hands as you finally returned your touch to his burning flesh, wiping away the needy tears littering his cheeks.

The stark comparison between the Miguel you found yourself holding hands with gingerly when in public, his expression as stoic as ever while he held onto your grasp like an anchor in crowds of people and the Miguel behind closed doors, desperately taking and grabbing any form of affection he's offered with an obvious craving for attention– the realization would had made you burst out in a puppy-love ridden giggle had he not pull you into another kiss.

"You can have me, baby." You sighed heavily, bringing your shaky hands to your hips in an attempt to remove the short sleepwear you wore to bed– but Miguel had different plans.

You could make out the light shake of his head in the darkness, the dim luminescence you kept on for his arrival peeking through the crack of the door to the bedroom. The consent you gave him, something he asked for every time the two of you fell into the heat of intimacy, altered the dynamic between the both of you the moment the words "yes, take anything you need, all for you" were uttered.

Miguel brought his index to your stomach, tracing shapes into the softness of your skin like a flurry of fluttering kisses as his elbow met the soft sheets, grazing the flesh of your rib. He held himself up, surveying your expression with a certain coolness where you would have never assumed he was crying for any form of your touch moments ago. Every hitch of your breath would encourage him to brush the same pattern, a slight smirk accompanying his lips when you'd pant out his name like a worshipping plea.

"Please, Miguel," you grabbed his wrist, encouraging him to soothe the aching bundle of nerves that uncomfortably stuttered against the shorts in every thrust against the air. "Not fair, baby– ah, please– would do anything to have you inside me–" tears welled up, clouding your gaze as you struggled to hold his amused stare. You couldn't help the pout that painted your features as he leaned forward to take your swollen lips between your teeth, furthering you into a puddle only for him.

"Just love hearing you beg," he purred, brushing his fingers further down until it finally reached the fabric of your drenched sleepwear, barely grazing your folds before cupping your entrance entirely. You leaned your head back in ecstasy, choking up as the embrace of your pillow welcomed you lovingly. "I can get drunk on it." His knuckles found its way to your bare clit, teasingly swiping the puffy flesh before you bucked into his hand, an airy chuckle clashing against your incoherence and breathy pants.

To him, it was the best possible harmony his ears could ever be blessed with as his middle finger finally slipped into your entrance with ease. Your walls clenched around his digit with hunger, bucking your hips into his palm where he matched your pace with fascination and praise. Your tears met the crook of his neck when you pulled him into a tight hug, as Miguel somehow managed two more fingers– your teeth meeting the flesh of his shoulder while he stretched you open and plunged into your heat with an animalistic huff.

Miguel heaved for air, trying to calm his nerves before he lost control– a single breath out of line would have him accidentally clawing down the trust you granted him. The power in his hands has him shivering, muddling your wrecked cries as he rocked against the spot he knew that had you crumbling in his hold. Your climax brought him out of his daze sparked from the humming reminder he locks away in the shadows of his thoughts, how you could break so easily in the clutches of his jaw.

Your fucked-out smile caught his eye and drew himself out of the dread plaguing his mind as his instincts craved to sink his teeth into your flesh once more, a wobble of his lips instantaneously had sobered you up in a fumble of limbs and soft groan of pain from digits still buried inside you.

"What's, what's wrong honey?" You whispered into the air, blanketed with the smell of sex and sweat. You guided his wrist, sliding his fingers out from the warmth of your core, an exhausted yet concerned frown etching your features. Your flesh ached with the familiar pain from his marks as you leaned forward, caressing his jaw as you lured him out from whatever insecurity consuming him. "I'm here, what's the matter? Did we do something that you didn't like?" Your words came out faintly, testing the waters when Miguel's hard downcast gaze stayed fixated on something between the both of you that weren't there.

You guided his hand, slick with your cum, to the curve of your waist as you took the other in an intimate entanglement of fingers. You kissed his knuckles tenderly, whispering sweet nothings as he collapsed into your chest, your chin meeting his hair as you rested your eyes.

Miguel was prone to having moments of getting stuck in his own head, something you grew accustomed to as time went on between your relationship. You accepted it with open arms, just as you acknowledged and eased his worries when he finally came forward about being the masked hero that consumes the media. Just how you acknowledged the aspects of him that deemed him irreparably monstrous, the fangs tainting his smile and the retractable claws threatening to dig into anything the moment he loses composure. You had to admit you were startled that it would happen so abruptly in the heat of a moment, but you understand.

You knew his enhanced senses made him easier to overwhelm, so when the thought raced through your head guilt infested inside your brain as you tucked your arms underneath his arms and brought him into a tight hug, something you knew he loved because it helped him ground himself. Miguel's breathing swallowed, nuzzling into the hickies on your breasts that he had etched minutes ago. "I'm.. afraid." He confessed as you swept back his hair in the way you knew he loved.

Humming in acknowledgment, you brought the blanket pooling around your entangled legs over the both of you. Miguel’s brows furrowed and his lips curled into a pout, smeared with the intertwined concoction of your blood and sweat. He was never one to share his feelings, so you took the time between his silence to braid the long curls– something he grew to love from his brief, unspoken paternal experiences. Miguel had mentioned it once in the quietness of your embrace after he had a much more severe shutdown, and you’ve held the knowledge very dear to your heart

“Afraid of what I could do to you,” He heaved, tears painting your blemishes like watercolor overlaying on canvas. The glint of wetness met the dim luminescence peeking into your bedroom, enriching the growingly red marks littering your skin like a work of art. “For a moment there, I could imagine myself– sinking into your flesh and never letting you leave.” His gaze met yours as he resituated himself, “and I want to. I feel like I need to, and one day if I just let go–” Miguel ripped his intense gaze just to be guided back to your own with your hand meeting his jaw. You said nothing but smiled, as he greedily took the opportunity to nuzzle into the palm of your hand. "I mean it when I tell you that you're my everything, the air I breathe–" the pads of your thumbs met the bags underneath his eyes, swiping away fresh wetness. Miguel hasn't cried in front of you in a long time, the occasion rare and unexpected. But you welcomed it easily, giving him the attention he needed and wanted. "I can't lose you too, mi lucero del alba. I'd lose myself."

You tutted softly for the second time that night, resting your forehead against his as he desperately choked down any air he could afford. His hold on you tightened almost suffocatingly, his bare body cuddling into yours's without a second thought. Forearms tucked around your waist, your hands wandered soothingly over his trembling form.

"You should have talked to me about this before pouncing on me like a rabid animal." Your words rang throughout the air, a silence looming over the both of you before he heartily chuckled– a heart-wrenching, choked huff that had you giggling in relief.

"I couldn't help myself, te ves deslumbrante. You're too gorgeous for this world, and I have you all to myself. Unbelievable." Miguel brought his lips to yours, trapping you underneath him with his forearms all over again. "I thought fucking my problems away would work," it was meant to come out as a joke, a small quip he allowed himself to murmur into the air– but you knew better. Miguel definitely thought it would work, as you drowned each other with kisses.

"Maybe let me lead next time," you whispered into his ear, trailing your fingertips down his abdomen. Miguel hissed, bucking into the soft plush mattress. He brokenly groaned into your neck, his unsheathed claws digging into the velvet flesh of your chest.

Miguel cried out, baring his teeth as he breathed in deeply– a subtle attempt in calming himself. "I don't want to hurt you, cariño." His doubts of himself came out in a huff, if you hadn't been paying attention to every move he made you would have easily missed his worries.

You sighed. Heart clenching and threatening to burst within the confinement of your rib cage, you guided his lips to yours for the millionth time that night. The entanglement of lips was slow as Miguel's breath hitched, your tongue slipping into his mouth. Metal flooded your senses, your basic human instincts buzzing alarmingly in a fit to tell you "run, go away, dangerous," but you never budged.

Accepting Miguel and everything that came with, you held onto his face like he was the only man in the world, treating him with a certain gentleness he's never been exposed to before you. His entire being craved your acceptance that rivalled the need for water and food, as if he didn't have you Miguel would turn into a shell of what he was just like before.

The both of you kissed sensually, taking the brief moments to breathe just to inhale one another's air like you were each other's life-source. Your smile met his unsure wobble of his lips, the salty wetness of his tears mixing with your lips. "I can handle it." You murmured as his cheek desperately pushed against his palm like a cat, a low rumble accompanying his small sobs.

"I can handle you," you told him as if it was fact, like your words were law and there was nothing else to worry about.

"You'll fail." He responded weakly, the trauma he kept locked away resurfaced with each kiss. Miguel looked as broken as you first saw him, an image of the first time you saw him cry after months of dealing with his snippy stoicism flashing within your mind.

"No, no. Not when it comes to you. I'll flip this entire city over for you."

A fragile smile, one that replicated the curve of glass, peeked through his blood-ridden lips. "That's my job, mi conejito."

You flicked him on his forehead, a laugh filling the careful atmosphere. "Well, you better be careful. I heard there was an opening." A growl interrupted your laughs, just for you to giggle tenfold as Miguel began tickling the blemishes littering your form with delicate claws. "Can't happen, baby. Don't want you getting hurt."

The laughter died down as Miguel's tickling came to a stop, his bare physique settling over you like a blanket while he held himself up just a fraction. His damp curls, slick with his sweat, tickled your neck as he used your chest like a pillow. Miguel's breathing finally grew softer and more serene, a soft snore filling the bedroom as you laid there. "My love," you began and Miguel hummed mindlessly. "We need to shower, I can't sleep with my cum on my hip as well as everything else seeping into the–"

"Okay, okay– cállate. There's no need to be gross."

"No need to be a big baby, you can handle my honesty." He huffed fallen strands of his curls from his forehead in faux annoyance at your counter. "I'll clean you up," you offered with a light smile, a warm, fuzzy feeling blossoming in your chest as he scooped you up in his arms. "Let's take a bath together."

"Don't start that again, I told you I'm no child–"

Your unstable legs met the plush velvet of the bath mat, "I want to lay in your lap as I wash your hair."

"...'

You knew you won when he settled you on top of him in the tub, beginning to fill the little area with warm water– something he preferred and you simply just adapted to it. As you lathered his hair, his eyes fluttered to a close and a deep purr rumbled from his throat. Miguel's lines indented within his features relaxed as you massaged his scalp, his hands finding purchase on your ass.

Yet the heat of the night was over, the touches the two of you shared were nothing more than sweet. Miguel simply enjoyed the feel of his body against yours as his chin met your shoulder, your fingers meeting the nape of his neck while his entire being surrounded you.

"I'm proud of you." Was all you said, nestling yourself against his skin while you washed away the sweat and blood and cum between the both of you.

Miguel grew rigid before sliding his grasp to your waist, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. No words could be mustered, but by the way his muscles contracted and tightened, he appreciated the small praise as a fraction of a sob escaped his lips.

As the two of you settled into the comfort of the bathroom, allowing the warm water run just how he enjoyed it with the smell of bubblegum soap and praline flooding the apartment, Miguel held onto your form like you were threatening to disappear. And you let him, as you kissed his marred skin with unfiltered love.

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