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dewracle · 1 year ago

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Rituals and Bones

OC! Vessel X GN! Reader NSFW MDNI Quick reminder guys this is my version of Vessel and the boys, none of this is canon unless you're talking about MY (AruEternity's) LORE!

Tags: Smut, Vessel x reader, blood play, major character death, domestic violence, fucking in the woods, choking, ritualistic sex... if there's more please tell me

It was dark, but not the kind where it was difficult to see where you were going. No, it was the type where trees soared high and blocked most of the light struggling to filter through, making the atmosphere eerie, yet peaceful. The weather was perfect for your adventure of hiking through the woods. It allowed for it just to be warm enough that you didn’t freeze but just cool enough that you weren’t sweating too badly.

You have never been in these woods before, hearing about them from a friend of a friend. She had said that there was a beautiful opening much deeper in the forest, where the trees parted and gave away to a small little pond. “The most peaceful place,” the girl had said as she gave you the directions.

Of course, it was a peaceful place once you had reached the big entrance to the circle. The trees gave way just like she had said, the birds chirped beautifully as the local deer stayed in the tree line. What you hadn’t expected was a man kneeling down in front of the pond.

He seemed to be wearing ritual-like clothing, almost as though you had interrupted a beautiful moment between him and some type of witchy moment of his. The man seemed to have a mask placed next to him as well, noticing the red and white flowers crawling up to the three sets of eyes staring up at the sky from where it lay.

You accidentally step on a stick while trying to turn around to leave the male in his own peace. He quickly turned around, half expecting it to be a deer but instead, he is met with your curious eyes. Your body freezes as you put on your best smile, awkward as it may be you did your best to make sure the male understood you were no threat to him.

“H-hello?” You cringe at your timid voice, clearing your throat before trying again, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

The male shakes his head and moves to stand, subconsciously reaching for the mask before he stops, fingers seemingly itching to grab at the item. He brushes back his dark hair, the length reaching just above his shoulder. To you the man seemed beautiful, almost too perfect to say the least.

He shakes his head and offers you to come over by waving his hand in front of him in an elegant manner. “No you’re okay don’t worry.”

You sigh internally happy that the male wasn’t too upset with you. As you sit closer to take in the surroundings once again, the light darkening just softly, just enough so the grove wasn’t too hot and or sunshiny.

“Again I’m sorry for interrupting whatever you were doing..” You trail off yet again as you got closer to the beautiful man. With a hand reaching out offering up a greeting, you spoke happily.

“My name is,” He pauses to stop slightly, before smiling at you, flashing a handsome white smile, “Elliot.”

He takes your hand in his and instead of shaking it, he leans down and places a gentle kiss on top of your hand. You blush slightly from the interaction, weirded out but also now even more curious about this strange gentleman in the woods. Elliot lets go of your hand and walks around the pond, looking into it as though he was looking at the most amazing thing in the world. Though you can agree it is beautiful, the lily pads that had grown cover the top hiding away the fish. The tall lush flower in the middle hold home to many tiny insects that almost cutely look at you as you step closer.

You sigh softly at the amazement of the tiny fish that dance around the pond. It really was a beautiful place just like your friend had said. The man looks up at you, catching your glaze in the process, he smiles softly yet again before he begins to speak of a weird god named Sleep. “You know it’s not often many people come here nowadays,” He pauses to add a dramatic effect like you would in a speech, “It seems almost everyone has forgotten about the lovely pond I use to worship.”

You tilt your head in confusion but motion for him to continue his spill, almost creepily wanting to drink up everything the male says. “Its so peaceful here I can almost hear Sleep whispering to me, ‘Go do great my child.’” Elliot laughs softly and shakes his head, looking at you with so much peace and joy in his heart that you can’t help but feel the same. You sit your bags down, ignoring the soft rattle of all the bones you had picked up along the journey. You didn’t know who this “Sleep” was but the way Elliot seemed to talk about him made you feel as though he was safety and joy, calm and protection.

“So Sleep talks to you how?” You ask while sitting down near the edge of the pond, watching as a fish swims curiously closer to you. It bobs its head as the male across the pond begins to speak with his praise. “Through my mind, the cards, my resting time, Sleep he is everywhere…” He preaches softly, looking at you to make sure you were paying attention. When he notices you staring at the fish in the pond the beautiful face turns sour, brows knitting together with a curl of his lip. He takes a quiet deep breath and replaces the face with a much more welcoming one before you could even notice.

You look up and smile softly at the other, eyes full of wonder as you question and listen. “So Sleep is a god? He’s all-powerful and knows everything?”

At your question, Elliot’s face lights up and he smiles brightly showing off his beautiful fang-like k-9 teeth, something you had not caught before. It doesn’t bother you at all, in fact, you find yourself wanting to stare at him more and more.

“Of course, my lo- My Sleep is a god! He is the greatest god we know of, except for you, my dear…” He purrs the last part, almost inhumanly, the way his words rolled off his tongue entices you to listen in. You hum softly in acknowledgment, listening further in as he details how great Sleep is. Slowly as he talks the sky begins to turn dark, the crickets now chirping their songs instead of the birds, the deer running off to find a safe place for the night. The trees going eerie with how dark it had gotten, their branches seemingly losing their leaves to the cloak of the night. The fog rolls in, covering your lap and Elliot’s feet, the hooting of an owl breaking the trance you both were in. “Oh, its night time…” You mumble and look at your phone, just now noticing you had no battery after it having been on the whole day.

Elliot looks down at you, noticing your slight worry, and smiles softly, the perfect timing. “Are you going to need help getting to a safe place my dear?” He asks softly, coming closer to you after picking up his mask and putting it on. You nod your head and begin to stand, brushing off the grass from the bottom of your pants. With a sigh, you grab your backpack full of your collection and sling it over your shoulder once again. “Definitely, I’ve never been here before..”

The male nods and waves for you to follow him, normally you would have not but after spending the whole day with the strange male, you felt oddly at ease and comfortable with following him.

The two of you walk to a small cave that clearly has been used, a small burnt-out campfire with a small blanket laid on the ground. You look at it strangely but brush it off assuming since Elliot has been here before this must be his mess.

“I’m sorry it's not much it’s just all I can find in quick notice,” He says softly, almost as though he was upset he couldn’t bring you to a better place

You shrug and sit down on the little blanket, brushing off any dirt that may have made its way onto you. With a sigh he sits down the opposite of you, looking at you up and down, taking in your features yet again. Elliot hums softly and works to start the fire again, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and sorting through the old but unburnt wood. His voice echoing through the small cave in a beautiful wave, filling you with yet again burst of energy and peace.

“So how does one worship Sleep… I want to know so I can.” You casually bring up while running and hand through your hair, watching as Elliot slowly looks up at you with curious bright eyes. He stops humming, those bright blue eyes turning to look into yours, his smile bright yet again as though he was prepared to hear the question come from your mouth.

Different gods had always excited you, bringing a new wave of curiosity as you researched them. You had known almost all the gods that the average library and a quick but in-depth Google search would allow you, so learning about such a god that is worshipped so heavily by this man seemed perfect.

Elliot looks at you with wonder and smiles happily, ready to launch himself into the detailed worship rituals for Sleep. “There’s many my dear, many such as chants in other tongues, sacrifices of bones that are harvested from your own kill, complex rituals, the list goes on. I can detail some of them for you if you’d like.” You shake your head no, understanding that this wouldn’t be as easy as you had originally thought. Believing that maybe it was as simple as taking a nap and reciting a few words beforehand seeing as the name of the god was Sleep after all. “Is there not any that we can do now?” You ask leaning closer to Elliot, getting lost in those eyes that held the blue Atlantic in them.

He chuckles lightly, a blush slowly forming from his neck up to his ears, he turns nervously looking around the cave taking in its beautiful details. He began mumbling softly, avoiding your question, not prepared to answer it truthfully.

With a head tilt, you reach out to Elliot, gently touching at his knee trying to pull his attention back to you and your question. The male jumps at the touch causing you to pull your hand away from him, not wanting to cross any type of boundary there may be. The dark-haired man sighs softly, clearing his throat before looking back at you, the blush now slowly fading.

“Well, there is another way…” You nod urging for him to continue, “I can show you but I would need your consent to touch you first my dear.”

You thought for a second, allowing the words of the other to mix together to form a sentence. Elliot was talking about sex, a practice of worshipping through combining two bodies. This wasn’t abnormal for most gods, any believing sex and intercourse to be a high form of worship. In fact, you have done things that were more out there then something as simple as having sex with someone.

With a soft hum, you look Elliot in the eyes, smirking seductively as you whisper just loud enough he could hear you, ‘I give you my consent Elliot…”

He clears his throat at hearing this, standing up to his full 6’2 height, towering over your sitting form. He crouches down closer to you, getting in your face, brushing his nose against yours. “Good pet…” He whispers softly before kissing you passionately, spreading your legs as you return the kiss with a soft moan at the intensity. He pushes your legs over his hips, gently guiding you to lay down flat against the blanket, his hips now flush with your own.

He wraps his hand around your throat, lightly resting it there as he nips at your lip, drawing a gasp from you, allowing him access to your mouth. Elliot licks into your mouth before pulling away leaving a string of spit between the two of you. You whine softly reaching for him, pulling him down by the edges of his long jacket, kissing him again, drawing it out much longer.

Your hips buck up against his as he slowly trails the kisses down from your lips to your neck, there he bites softly, bruising a hickey into your skin. Your face, warm as the blush travels upwards, a soft moan leaving your mouth as Elliot uses his mouth on your hip.

“So good underneath me…” He whispers in your ear after leaning back, kisses it softly before moving back to pull at your shirt, looking at you for permission to continue. You give him a small nod, putting your arms up helping aid him in getting the offensive shirt off. He groans so lowly it can only be described as a growl at the sight of your skin, so smooth as ready for him to litter with marks of his own.

Elliot takes off his jacket, necklaces still on hitting the smooth skin of his pecks and stomach, your mouth watering slightly at the sight now that you were truly able to look disrespectfully. Wanting to trace your tongue over the muscles of the other’s stomach, you lean forward, tracing your hand over his flexing stomach.

He flinches softly but groans lowly in the back of his throat, enjoying the touch of you to his skin. He grabs your hand and moves it closer to his semi-hard cock, sex twitching in your hand as your own begins to scream for attention. You whine softly and squeeze, palming it gently in your palm, bringing the male to a full hard-on.

With a soft sigh, you lean back against the blanket, arching your back and spreading your legs to grab the other’s attention. Elliot moves forward, grabbing at your pants and underwear, looking at you for permission to take them off with slightly shaking hands. You give him a pleading look before pushing your hips up, allowing for him to quickly pull them down, exposing your needy sex.

You moan into the cave, your voice echoing due to the cold air lapping at your need. Elliot laughs softly and kisses your stomach, looking up at you with hooded lust-filled eyes, “Darling you’re so needy for me already.”

He kisses further down to your hip, to your thighs then finally reaching the spot you wanted it the most. He teasingly blows the cold night air against your entrance before sitting up with a smile on his face. You whine as he pulls away, wanting him to give you exactly what you need, knowing that the man probably could pick you apart so easily. Spreading your legs further you bat your eyes up at Elliot, pleads falling from your kissed red lips, “Please please oh god please…” Elliot only chuckles softly, and shakes his head, “There is no god here but Sleep my love.” He purrs gently, reaching down to brush two of his fingers against your lips, pushing them past them into your mouth. You moan around the digits, licking and sucking on them as you would if it were to be his cock.

“That’s enough…” He growls out, slipping his fingers out of your mouth, moving them closer to your entrance. The man rubs them around your hole, wetting it before pushing one finger in slowly, carefully to make sure you are not hurting. He looks at your pleasure-filled face, your hips pushing down against the intrusion, needing and wanting more than what he is giving you. You sigh softly and wiggle your hips down further, signaling to him that it was okay.

Elliot slowly pulls his finger out, pushing it back in at a slow but steady pace, stretching the cute hole of yours, all for him to break and use it. He sighs softly, palming his own cock at the sight in front of him.

You push your hips down one more time and whine loudly as he hips the little bundle of nerves inside of you by accident. The other smiles widely before leaning down and spitting at your entrance, slipping in another finger to prepare you.

It wasn’t long before he was fucking you roughly with his fingers, pushing them in and out while spreading them to stretch you perfectly for his cock. Every inward thrust was an attack on your sweet spot, rubbing and playing with it as though he had nothing better to do. Your whines and whimpers of pleasure growing louder the closer you get.

Everything was wet, ready, and needy for Elliot to touch, but he purposely ignored you, focusing on spreading out your already prepared hole. “Elliot, please.. For the love of everything fuck me!” You snap, sitting up on your elbows to look at the other.

That is when you take note of his actions, his cock was beautifully on display for you, glistening with precum that had dripped down his shaft as he played with his balls. He looks up at you as though he had been caught, caught doing something he shouldn’t have. Elliot whines softly before getting closer to you, pushing you to lie flat.

He edges closer to you, pulling his fingers out and wiping the wetness onto his cock, groaning lowly in his throat at the sensitive touch. The beautiful eyes from before look at you, almost pleading as he whines the tip of his cock up with your entrance, staring into your eyes, asking for permission to push in.

“Please… Come on you can fuck me good~” You moan out softly, trying to entice the worshipper. He takes a deep breath in through his nose, holds it, and pushes inside of you.

The two of you both moan softly at the spark of pleasure, bodies growing even warmer as he stops to look down at where you are connected. He laughs in pleasure, a hand grabbing at your hip to hold you down as he pushes halfway in. You whimper softly, covering your mouth to hide the pleasurable pain from the stretch. Looking up at him with eyes full of lust as he thrust the rest of his cock in, filling you nicely.

Elliot stays still for a second, allowing you to readjust to his girth, smiling softly at the soft pleasured moans escaping your mouth. He leans down close to your ear, nipping at it softly while whispering sweet praises, “Taking me so well love…”

The pace starts slow, his hips pulling his wet cock out before he plunges it back inside of you, shots of pleasure running up your spine. You move your hand to wrap around his back, digging and clawing your way into his back, marking him up as yours. A soft whine escapes your mouth as he angles his hips to slowly but deeply pound into your sweet spot.

You moan loudly, the wet noises of your entrance squishing around his cock, taking him in so deeply. Whimpering softly you push your hips down, trying to buck up to quicken the pace. The grip on your hips tightens, pushing your hips to the ground keeping you from moving, keeping you from speeding up the achingly slow pace.

“What’s wrong pet? Can’t handle it slow? But you’re handling my cock buried inside of you” He teases in your ear, nipping and licking at it slowly, kissing down from your ear to your jaw. He leaves small hickies here and there, bruising you as his as you had him.

Elliot bites down roughly on your shoulder blade, teeth sinking into the skin as his cock slows down to a barely moving pace. The bite slowly starts to ooze blood causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure due to the unexpected pain. He chuckles as he pulls back to lap at the blood now making its way down your shoulder.

You whine moving your hips, trying to push the other to move again. He takes the hint and picks up the pace, fucking into your hole with a much rougher pace than before. Elliot chuckles softly and tilts his head at you, smiling with those sharp fang-like teeth. “You tasted so fucking good darling…”

With your eyes rolling back, you arch your back in pleasure feeling as the male above you pounds into your sweet spot again, drilling you and filling you full all at the same time.

The wet sounds of your entrance sucking him in further echo through the cave, his and your moans mixing together into a sweet melody. Elliot softly groaning in pleasure, eyes closed as he leans down into your shoulder, licking at the bite mark again, trying to draw more blood from it. You whimper as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, the pounding of the cock inside of you making your insides quiver. Just as you were about to reach your peak, panting with short “ah”s as he pounded into you, Elliot forcefully wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly as he continued chasing his own pleasure.

A pathetic whimper leaves your mouth as the pressure around your throat slowly increases to a point of worry. You try tapping at the male’s arm, signaling for him to let go, but he refuses, giving you a soft almost lovingly smile as the world around you begins to look spotty. Your head begins to feel fuzzy, the dark black spots during into you slowly losing the last bit of air in your lungs. Darkness taking over as you feel Elliot still moving inside of you.

When you wake you feel the heaviness of your body, everything hurting as though you had been dragged from hell and earth again. Voices, there were so many voices to be heard, talking as though they were pleading and begging for someone.

“Vessel, please! I want first dibs!” A voice whines loudly, causing your ears to ring at how thick and loud the accent was. You tried moving your head to look at the source of the sound, but your head was heavy with fog from losing oxygen. A soft whine leaves your throat, no one picking up on it due to the arguing from another voice.

“You always ask for first dibs III, it's my turn now.” Another softer voice argues back, keeping a calm tone but with an edge of irritation.

Someone clears their throat and all of the voices stop, everyone seems to hold respect for the person, “I decide who goes first, I think our lovely IV deserves first for once.” That voice, you knew that voice, it was Elliot, the same man who choked you to the point of passing out during a “ritual” for his god he seemed to worship.

Finally, you were able to look up, opening your blurry eyes to see that you were being held by someone, the final person who didn’t seem to be speaking at all. And there stood Elliot, wearing the same red and white floral mask you had seen from before. But now the male seemed to be holding power, the way he stands shows he was relaxed but also in control of the situation.

He notices you are awake, slowly walking closer to you, you attempt to struggle out of the 4th person’s arms, struggling with all of your might but failing miserably due to him being stronger than you. Elliot looks down at you, taking note of the bruising around your neck, finding it turning a deep purple and black from where his hand had wrapped tightly. “Looks like the sacrifice finally awoke,” He says loud enough for everyone to hear, he grabs your face and lifts it up, making it so you are forced to look around you.

There stood two other masked men, their faces covered by a black material that had a symbol painted on, the same damn symbol on Elliot’s mask.

One of these masked men stood at an impressive 6’4 in height, his bright blue eyes staring down at you in a creepy excitement, something no one should have to see. The other stood much shorter than the rest of them, standing at an almost cute height of 5’6.

The leader of the group, Elliot now deemed Vessel, grabbed you by the shirt, lifting you up a little bit taller so your feet were dangling off the ground. He stared at you for a second before gently petting your chest. You cringed and kept quiet to hopefully be able to survive whatever was going to happen.

Vessel glares at the one behind you, still holding your hands to your hand so you couldn’t escape even if you struggled more. The hand on your chest began to push and push, taking your breath away as you silently screamed. The pain growing heavier and deeper as the tears fall down your eyes, your feet kicked in the air as you tried your best to get away from the pain. Sadly you weren’t able to, feeling the deep crack of your bones in your chest, they gave way to the pressure of Vessel’s hand.

The deep red blood of your blood coats Elliot’s hand, your chest ached as his hand dove deeper and deeper inside of you. You screamed loudly, begging for him to stop slowly losing consciousness yet again, this time you didn’t wake up. Once Elliot had reached through your chest, he dug around searching for the right organ, the heart. The others sit back and watch as your body falls limp, no longer having any resistance. II, the shorter one perks up, eyeing the organ in his leader’s hand, craving the delicious taste of blood straight from the heart.

Vessel takes your heart, biting into it, chewing and swallowing the fleshy still slowly beating heart. He hums in delight when IV shifts around, looking at him with needy eyes. The red and white masked man grabbed your heart, sipping the blood as it spills from it, grabbing the man that had been holding you up. He carefully pulls the other’s mask up and watches as he opens his mouth. IV staring between Vessel and your body, opening his mouth for the other.

The leader of the cult spits the blood into the 4th vessel’s mouth, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. IV hums softly, bowing his head as he lets go of your body, dropping you to the cold forest floor. Your body hit with a thump, going limply everywhere, with blood and bits of bone messing up Vessel’s body paint.

After he finished spitting into IV’s mouth, he walked over to II, the shorter looking up at Vessel with a tired but eager expression, loving the moments of blood sacrifices. II sighs softly and pulls up his mask, reaching up and grabbing lovingly at Vessel’s cloak. The taller laughs softly and leans down, pecking II on the lips before slipping his tongue into the other’s mouth, letting the blood spill into his mouth. The drummer moans softly and swallows the blood, pulling away from Vessel to look over at IV who was now staring back at him. Creepy.

III, the tallest masked member bounces back and forth on his heels, ready to get on his knees for the other when it was his turn. Vessel, slowly turning away from II, turns to III rolling his eyes with a soft but bloody smile. He bites into the heart again, getting more blood to fill his mouth, walking over to the taller. III kneels quickly, wrapping his arms around Vessel’s legs, pulling him closer with a pathetic needy expression. He whines softly and lets Elliot lift his mask up, your blood still being held inside of his mouth, growing colder than it was supposed to be. Vessel leans down and looks at III’s beautiful blue eyes, forcing the other to open his mouth, leaning down even further to spit the blood into his mouth, letting the thick liquid coat his throat happily. The singer pulls away from III and stands in the middle of the circle, bowing his hand and clasping his hands together, praying.

All at once, all four of the vessels hear a loud booming voice in their heads, growing antsy with the anxiety that comes with it.

“Good job my vessels. We will rise soon”

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vanillesuiker · 24 days ago

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Hi this is purely self indulgent oc x canon that will never see the light of ao3, but I'm too proud of it to not post it anywhere.

But yeah warning this thing is RIDDLED with ocs.

I was listening to all I ask of you from the phantom of the opera for that last part and I think it shows. Anyway enjoy?? I guess? It's just insane fluff.

“Hey Miles?”

Sarah leaned on the kitchen island, snatching a piece of celery from the pile of cut up celery and carrots. The kitchen smelled like the new pasta Miles’ was cooking. He hummed in acknowledgement, swatting her hand away when she tried to grab another piece.

“I have a dumb question.” She said, waiting for a moment to see his reaction.

“Darling, with the shenanigans I witness in court, I highly doubt I’ll find anything you ask dumb.” Miles chuckles, dumping the celery in the pot.

“Hm, I doubt that.” Sarah pouts as her snacks fall into the sauce, only for Miles to slide a separate bowl of celery sticks to her.

“Why don’t you ever introduce me as your girlfriend?”

For a moment, Miles’ stirring stops. Neither of them say anything, the sound of the ventilation hood filling the silence.

“Can you elaborate?” Miles’ finally responds, looking a little awkward.

“Well… Whenever I pick you up from work, and we run into people you know, you never really introduce me to people as your girlfriend.”

“Hmm…” Miles hums, staring into the pasta sauce. “Does it bother you?”

“A bit. Sometimes it just creates awkward moments, like when prosecutor Godot was kind of hitting on me.” Sarah cringes at the memory. “And other times it just feels like you… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know, or you don’t know how to say it without hurting my feelings?” He sees right through her, as usual.

“Damn you and your prosecutor instincts.” She giggles, and Miles lets out a sigh of relief. For a second, he thought this was something too difficult for her to say, let alone laugh at something while thinking about it.

“I know you probably don’t mean it like this, but sometimes it just makes me feel like you don’t want people to know. Which is contradictory, I know.” She says, giving him a knowing look and continuing before he can fall into his court habits and object. “Because you’re not afraid of people seeing us together, otherwise you wouldn’t have your arm wrapped around me everywhere we go. But it still makes me feel like that.”

Miles doesn’t respond right away. At the start of their relationship, she struggled in these moments. When he wouldn’t immediately respond after she opened up about something, it felt like rejection. Nowadays, she knew he was just processing what she said, and trying to formulate a response that did her statement justice. He learned that with her several exes, also came a plethora of bad experiences, and he always did his best to keep that in consideration when she said or did something he didn’t understand.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like that. And especially because of the stupid reason I act like that.” He starts, taking a moment to really look at her. She already looked happier than she did a minute ago.

“I’m sure it’s not stupid.” Sarah walked around the kitchen island, standing next to him.

“No, it is quite dumb.” Miles chuckles, taking the pasta off the stove so it won’t boil over. He places his hands on her waist, and she quickly leans into the touch.

“I just really, really dislike the word girlfriend.”

Sarah’s face contorts as she tries to hold in her laughter.

“I told you it was stupid.”

“Sweetheart?”

“Too sappy.”

They lounged on the sofa together, Miles facing the television and only half paying attention to the Steel Samurai episode that was playing. He’d seen it at least six times already, it was more background noise now. Sarah made full use of the entire sofa. She was sprawled out over the pillow, legs resting on Miles’ thighs as she read from her phone.

“Your girl?”

“Same as girlfriend, too juvenile.”

“Are you calling me old, Miles Edgeworth?”

The lighting in their living room was warm and soft. Whenever they had moments like these, Sarah couldn’t really believe she only moved in a year ago. It took them a while to get to that point.

It wasn’t that Miles didn’t want her in his house. On the contrary, he always looked forward to the weekends, because it used to be the only time she would sleep over. But moving in felt like such a big step, one that he had never taken before. Ever since he moved out, he had been living alone. Sarah moving in was a big step, but after long conversations (and a presentation from her, with support from Davey and Phoenix, who really wanted to have the apartment to themselves), he decided it was time.

Even though it took some adjusting, he couldn't imagine it any other way now. Whenever she was home late because of work events or rehearsals, Miles always found himself frowning at the empty house. He always ended up staying awake until she got home, despite her repeatedly telling him not to.

“Partner?”

“Too legal, we’re not running a firm together.”

“Lover?”

“Too much like Gumshoe.”

Sarah gave an exasperated laugh. They had dropped the topic for dinner. The pasta was far too good for them to talk about that anyway.

“This would be so much easier if we were married.” She groaned. “You could just proudly present me as your wife, like how Phoenix presents his attorney’s badge whenever he’s nervous!”

“I guess that would be easier, huh…” Miles considered it for a moment. They had been together for two years now, almost three. Some seemed to think they were married already. Just last week, while Franziska and him were having their usual moment of catching up between cases, she had berated him for not proposing yet. Since then, it was always in the back of his mind. Maybe it coming up so naturally was a sign that he should do it. Phoenix would probably tell him it was.

The more he thought about it, the more clear it became that he only really had one reason why he hadn’t proposed yet.

Miles was a man of perfection. Even though he had let go of some of his extreme tendencies, he was still insistent that some things had to be done perfectly. Things like an opening statement, an anniversary date, or a proposal.

“Helloo, did you hear what I said?”

Sarah’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She looked so perfect, in that stupid raggedy Steel samurai shirt and with her hair already loosely braided for bed. Even when she was staring at him with a confused look, face illuminated by the blue light of her phone, he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. His thoughts simply wouldn’t connect, it was like the first time he saw her performing, descending onto the stage with that massive dress. Or when he finally got the chance to see her while working in the lab, so focused on her work that she didn’t even notice him standing in the doorway (when she did, she immediately berated him for not having a lab coat, while he argued that he was clearly behind the yellow line and it was therefore allowed). The only thoughts that would properly form clearly agreed on one thing; He was going to marry her, and there was no point in waiting.

Suddenly, he moved to get up. Sarah managed to pull her legs away just in time.

“Miles, are you okay?” She looked at him with such care, with such casual love, and that was not to say it wasn’t special, but it was normal, it was the standard, it was how she would look at him one year, no, six, ten, thirty years from no-

“Will you marry me?”

“Woah, wha- Yes, absolutely oh my god, but what?!” Now Sarah jumped up from the sofa as well.

Immediately, she’s swept up into his arms. One hand cradles the back of her head, bringing her lips to his, while the other rests right below her shoulder blade and pulls her tightly against him. Without even thinking she reciprocates, hands tangled in his hair. Her heart pounded so loudly she feared it would jump straight out of her chest. It would probably find its way straight to him, she mused.

If you asked either of them how long that moment lasted, they’d both be unable to answer. It felt like an eternity before he tentatively pulled away, just far enough for them to catch their breath.

“That was so sudden, I’m sorry. I don’t even have a ring yet, though I can assure you, you’ll be gett-”

“Shut up, I said yes already!” Sarah laughed, only now noticing the tears flowing freely over her face. Miles carefully swiped them away, cupping her face in his hands.

Kisses to his cheek quickly moved to another long kiss, the two of them ending up in a pile on the sofa.

“I love you. If that wasn’t clear already.” Sarah whispered, dropping her head onto his shoulder.

“It was quite clear, though I fear all evidence points to me loving you more.”

#miles edgeworth #miles edgeworth x oc #oc x canon #proposals #im scared to post this lmfao

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ticktockmyclockworkhart · 3 months ago

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I swear i need more lore to sollex, or i go insane.

So here are some questions:

Who did fall in love first?

How dose Trollex feel about solo’s problem with the volume of the music?

Does Solo have problems in general with the volume of things?

Does solo sing to Trollex?

How does solo feel when Trollex had an horrible day with his duties?

How would solo feel about being king when it would get serious like marriage?

Did both of them ever thinking about kids?

Who’s top and who’s bottom? (Hehe sorry it’s just a funny question)

I think that’s all for the moment. :>

AAAAAAAAAAAH OMG OMG YOU ARE BRINGING ME TO LIFE THANK YOU FOR BEING INTERESTED IN MY OC AND MY CRINGE OC X CANON SHIP

So as mentioned in the backstory post I made, Solo was the first to fall in love when they were very young, but it was years of yearning before Trollex even knew who Solo was. Though I imagine techno trolls having crushes on Trollex isn't particularly uncommon, considering he's both a young king of his people, singer and DJ, I think 80% of techno trolls who like men have some kind of crush on Trollex lol.

Trollex tries really hard to be understanding about his boyfriend's problems with sound. It's hard considering he's literally wired the opposite way, and Solo never asks him to turn down the raves or anything because he's aware he's the minority of the entire techno troll population there, so they work together to find ways to protect Solo's ears. Trollex can't help feeling a little guilty when Solo gets caught up in a noisy situation that Trollex himself most likely caused, but it is what it is and Solo usually insists on taking care of these things himself. Solo tends to hide away at his seafloor home during raves to escape the noise, but Trollex always is willing to lend his substantial collection of high quality headphones, too.

The simple answer is yes, pretty much. He's soooo autism coded by design lol. Solo's hearing is, especially considering he lives most of his life underwater where sound has a hard time traveling, nothing short of incredible. The sounds Solo struggles with the most are high and low frequencies. Mid-frequency sounds are still loud, but don't bother him as profoundly.

Yes! Trollex is one of the only people Solo feels comfortable singing to. Solo has a more storied backstory than I've already given, lol (hit me up if anyone is interested in that) so he has a broad taste in music. Admittedly part of that is because he can hear literally everything, and depending on where he is, that might even extend to other tribes' music. Solo self-identifies as being electro-swing, and he actually has a pretty good voice (not that that would be a surprise lmao. Having a good singing voice is a species trait of trolls lol) when he chooses to use it. It's just that usually, his choosing to use it is alone with Trollex, though Trollex would love for him to be able to sing in front of others one day since it's a big part of being a troll of any kind.

Solo is ON IT when Trollex is struggling. That isn't often, though, at least, not when Trollex has any say in it. I headcanon that techno trolls, just based on what we know, don't really do the whole troll royalty thing the same as other troll tribes that have kings and queens do, like rock, pop and funk. I think techno trolls don't vibe with that kind of power imbalance, so their philosophy with their leadership is "mentor not monarch". The royalty does make decisions and is ultimately who is in charge, but techno trolls like to "keep it real" with their royalty who are more like peer leaders. Though that in itself is a whole new set of standards and responsibilities... Trollex likes to keep strong for his people. And for himself, too. He feels almost guilty when he isn't giving his 110% at all times and being a strong, positive and happy leader for his people. And himself. And to be honest, I think the whole rock troll invasion thing gave Trollex some trauma he doesn't really know how to unpack. Techno trolls don't really, at a societal level, know how to handle "heavy stuff". For one there's whatever he was put through when being held captive, and for another, I think Trollex feels really guilty about surrendering so fast even if he did it in the interest of not having anyone be hurt by another attack from the rock trolls. All that being said Trollex tries to not let himself have any issues, but Solo sees through him and he's a caretaker by heart, so take care of him he does. They usually end up cuddling and quietly talking, sometimes Solo makes food, but usually he jus goes with whatever Trollex asks for in the moment. Usually that's how it starts when Solo pulls him to the side, it's just asking "hey, what do you feel like you need?"

That's the one thing about their relationship Solo is most nervous about. Their relationship is still a secret because they're both hesitating to announce it--not that the reef wouldn't accept it, I think techno troll culture is nothing if not accepting, but because it's just gonna become this whole spectacle like any kind of celebrity dating and Solo isn't ready for that attention. He's even less ready to be king. Technically by marriage he won't be a king, he'll be a king consort, and he'd very much like to lean into the consort part... just kind of fade into the background, but he's more than willing to help Trollex in leading the tribe and advising him on all matters, that's sort of what he does now, it would just be in a more official capacity.

Yes they both want kids! I headcanon in the future the pair of them have twin boys, Treble and Bass, who don't have designs right now, just color schemes but maybe one day I'll post them!

As for the last question, I want to say it in a separate post because Trolls is a fandom populated by a lot of kiddos so I don't really want NSFW text, even just implied, in posts I put in the main tag but I can answer in an untagged post.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #king trollex #trolls fandom #my ocs #solo spinback #sollex #trollsona

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fungusfairgrounds · 11 months ago

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People are doing a screenshot of an ask box thing on twitter from tumblr for their oc x canon im just gonna do it here+skipping some i dont wanna answer. Sorry if this ends up in a tag cause i say their name or w/e idc.... enjoy the fruits🍑🍐🌺🌟🌷🌻🌷🌻🌷

Grushangel answers in blue Hydieon in pink

1. Who makes the other blush all the time and who finds it adorable

I think they both make each other blush and they both think its cute lol...but Angel has an easier time flustering Grusha.

Hydie isn't quick to fluster, so Leon probably blushes more in that sense. They're both happy blushers though and both think its cute

2. Who sings in the shower

Angel hums sometimes, I don't think Grusha sings in the shower

Both probably, really loudly

4. Who embarrasses the other in public with kisses and pet names

Angel and Grusha are always calling each other pet names its not that embarrassing to them. It is probably embarrassing to their little siblings if they're there, though...#cringe. They don't really kiss in super public places, so if one kisses the other at the store or somethin it might make them a lil shy. I can see it either way

Hydieon dont caare they're PDA kings lol

5. Who curses, and who reprepends the other for it

Currently they all curse and are responsible about who they curse in front of. I think at first Grusha was a lil more loose with cursing but Angel didnt like him cursing in front of Cole so maybe he got a little scolding. Hydie might sometimes forget but hes not scolded for it, just reminded to not do that

6. What small quirks do they love about each other

I want to answer this one but I can't think rn I'll come back to it maybe ✌❤

7. Who makes the other laugh more

Angel and Grusha both make each other laugh a lot, its one of the initial reasons they're so fond of each other [:

Hydie probably makes Leon laugh more but Leon is always so giggly with Hydie to me so. Lala

8. Who gets jealous easier

Grusha definitely I think... not like super jealous per say but more so he just sometimes wants to hang out with Angel alone since its a rarity so when others get to hes just grr..

For Hydieon I donnt know I dont think theyre particularly jealous people. Maybe envious of some things but idk

9. How did they know they were right for each other

I got no clue how to answer this one but I do want to say I dont think there was an all knowing moment I think they are just happy together and make life joyful for the other and inspire the other to be better and grow and thats enough

10. Who brings up the subject of kids first

I think Angel always wanted a baby, but didn't know how Grusha felt so he never brought it up + they're already raising their little siblings so it felt like a tricky subject. So, he's pretty happily surprised when Grusha actually does bring up that he wants to be a dad. Also important to me cause shows a lot of healing in Grusha too...

I feel like they both kinda bring it up but in different ways ? Hydie is more subtle and points out lots of baby things in stores or mentions the families around them etc etc Leon eventually is the one to actually ask about it

11. Who's adorable when they're sleepy, and who gets grumpy and irritable

I dont like how this question is worded i dont think any of them are adorable per say

I think if anything Angel can be a little silly tired, but he's usually just groggy and zones out a lot. Grusha seems like he would be either cranky or really sad when he's tired.

Hydie might either be a tad snappy or very spacey depending. Leon i think doesn't change much I think he is good at hiding when he is very tired minus the several yawns.

12. Who's more protective

Grusha lala... i think he gets overly worried at times. Angel cares too but I think Grusha's experiences made him prone to really worry about the safety of those he cares about. He usually sends one of his Pokemon with Angel whenever he heads down the mountain just for that extra security. Keeps Angel safer but also so Grusha doesn't have to worry...as much.

Both Leon and Hydie are super protective of the other haha... I think they are both willing to sacrifice themselves for the other. Leon feels he has to do things on his own to protect Hydie though, but Hydie isn't having any of that lol. Hydie is very much a uses his body to shield Leon kinda guy, either very apparently (jumping in front of him when there's an angry Pokemon) or not so much (walking so he's between the street and Leon).

13. How do they express their feelings

Angel and Grusha both like to make the other laugh to express their love... they tease each other a lot too. Whenever they get time for just the two of them they enjoy every moment, and even if family is there they still do little things to feel closer. They are almost always holding the others hand when they're out and about on errands lala.

At home they show care and love a lot too by taking care of each other the best they can. Like i juuust said Grusha often has one of his pokemon go with angel when he goes off to work on art to make sure he stays safe. Angel makes sure Grusha eats well and always has a dish he likes at meals. When Grusha moves in, Angel invests in a lot of small things to make Grusha's life easier since he's disabled.

They get each other promise rings too when Grusha moves in...i dont wanna write it all out rn but felt like an important bit about how they express love.

Hydie and Leon just love to have fun together, making the other smile just makes them feel very loved I think.

They take the time to listen to each other and even dabble in the others interests as a way to get to know them better and feel more connected. Leon takes up gardening for Hydie so they can work on their garden together, meanwhile Hydie learns more about Pokemon battling so he can battle with and against Leon. He's not very good but I'm sure they make for a very annoying double battle with Leon's heavy hits and Hydie's status effects.

They do spend lots of time together though, pick each other up from work if they're able, go on evening walks, etc etc. I think they are just casually very lovely dovey haha. You can feel the lil hearts around them when they are together.

14. Where would they go on a 3 am adventure

Angel and Grusha live on Glaseado mountain and its always snowing so I think a 3 am adventure might be dangerous for them. If anything they might go to the convenience store, they don't want to leave home too long since their lil brothers also live there and might need them.

Hydie and Leon might go just about anywhere lmao. They might be out camping, or walking in the empty streets and looking at the stars. Maybe at the park on the swings and just laughing and playing. I think its nice for Leon to be out like that and not worry about being flooded by people...even if the two are sleepy the next day its worth it.

17. Who picks flowers for the other

Grusha would pick flowers for Angel I think if they are out and about... in general Grusha does like to buy Angel flowers a lot too. Angel likes to paint the flowers Grusha buys him, he probably has a sketchbook for tbat specifically haha.

They like to have picnics when they can and relax, so I can imagine Grusha putting flowers in Angel's hair, too...Angel probably returns the favor.

Both ! Leon really likes getting Hydie bouquets while Hydie likes to bring home picked flowers for Leon+ cuttings from the garden for them both to enjoy

18. Which one wears the "im with stupid" shirt

Angel

Neither

19. Whos the better dancer

Angel isn't a good dancer I dont think but he probably wins by default cause Grusha only has one real leg

I think Hydieon dances silly but they do love to dance together. They dance in the kitchen a lot or in the garden, lil moments of joy

20. Who infodumps and who listens with heart eyes

I think this question only fits Hydieon lmao anyways the answer is both, they love to listen to each other talk and take turns sharing their fixations

Ok im editing in Grushangel. I dont think its necessarily info dumping but when Grusha is okay with it again (therapy yay) he probably watches a lot more sports and Angel watches with him even if its not really his thing, its fun and he loves what it means to Grusha.

Grusha would listen to Angel talk about art stuff too, not so much heart eyes but he would come to adore Angel's passion for the arts. It rubs off on him a bit and he gets into knitting haha.

#formatting this on mobile Stank #Hydie time #Angel time

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clit-eastwood-spicy · 2 years ago

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🌗💕📚💎📒🎤🎁 heh heh

AAAA SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, I'VE BEEN TRYING TO WAKE UP ENOUGH TO HOP ONTO MY PC TO MAKE THE REPLY PROCESS EASIER SKDJUFSDF

Honestly I love a good mix of both fluff and angst. Depending on my mood it can be just one or the other but writing both together is just so <3

2. I am nothing if not a self-ship monster. It's legit all I write. Generally I use like... ocs for it but I kinda use bits of myself for all my ocs anyway lmao. Someday I might try branching out and do reader x canon type stuff but for now it's just my ultra self-indulgent shit lmao

3. I think the fandoms I've wrote for the most so far is the MHA / BNHA fandom and Pokemon? I had an ultra-long Pokemon/Naruto crossover fic I wrote when I was like 14 that was like 50-ish chapters long and yet somehow still unfinished lmao. I still have that shit but I reuploaded it to Google Docs to make sure I never lost it, even if some of it makes me cringe now lmao

4. Forbidden love is a vibe I really dig ngl. Esp like.. older x younger type vibes where the younger person just like... absolutely lights up the older persons gloomy heart and makes them feel young again in a good way. I've also been really into soulmates type stuff lately. Also stuff with like A/B/O vibes but like I kinda cherry pick that stuff and rework it a bit for my own personal writing vibes.

5. I have a legit wasteland of barely started / half finished fics. I have only finished one and I have no idea how I managed to get the self-control to only make it 4 pages long ngl lmao. I really wanna go back and rewrite a few older fics but that's a lot of time and energy for someone like me (ADHD/Autism brain that hates doing something that feels unfulfilling in the moment lmao). Someday I hope to finish something longer though.

6. Honestly it's more an entire section lmao. The entire plot point was that my oc Riley was trying to ask probing questions in regard to my friends oc I wrote into the story, named Iseiah, who was in love with this character named Zisu and because of how Riley asked Zisu mistook it for Riley asking her out and any time Riley would attempt to interject Zisu would cut her off so the next day at lunch they're all sitting at the table and Zisu slips that Riley 'asked her out' and Iseiah loses his shit because he had just told Riley how he had feelins for Zisu. In his anger he didn't give Riley much of a chance to explain but accidentally let it slip that he was in love with Zisu. In that particular scene he says a lot of shit but my absolute fave line was “OH I SEE HOW IT IS, I TELL YOU I’M IN LOVE WITH HER AND YOU FUCKING STEAL HER, RIGHT UNDER MY NOSE! YOU RUG PULLING BITCH! I’VE BEEN WAITING YEARS TO ASK THIS GIRL OUT, BUT LO AND BEHOLD, LIL MISS AMNESIA FALLEN FROM THE SKY DECIDES SHES GONNA STEAL MY FUCKING GIRL!" and honestly I frequently quote "You rug-pulling bitch!" lmaoo. Best part was that Zisu is built like a bodyguard and legit took him down and pinned him to keep him from causing a scene lol. Just genuinely one of my absolute fave scenes because of the rollercoaster of shit in it.

7. I don't even think I have the file anymore but the line was "If nothing is real and nothing matters... then why not enjoy it? Allow yourself to live the way you want to for once. With no regrets. Not everyone has that chance. Take it and make this life, however fake it may be, a life worth living." - The fic was from a fucking Justice League / Batman fic of all things lmao

#ask response #had to legit look up my fics to remember what was said and had a good laugh #thank you again for the ask skuhfsfwoiw

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montcumbry-gaytor · 1 year ago

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Nepenthe. chap 09

act two : razbliuto

THIS IS A OC INTEGRATION FOR THE WITCHER, IT IS NOT A X READER FIC.

— it did it again I am about to shoot Tumblr on the vanilla extract oh my fucking god.

tw for : Canon Typical Violence and Graphic language, Mentions of throwing up.

(n.) the sentimental feeling about someone you once loved but no longer do.

"-And it.. swallowed.. that Witcher.. whole!" The man proclaimed, his face full of terror as the men and women of the inn gasped in shock.

What a joke. I think as I lean my weight against the chair Jaskier sits on, and he hums in intrigue. "Oh, This is brilliant!" He says, scribbling quickly with his quill, and as i'm somewhat leaned over him I can see his handwriting is quite neat.

I've found in the somewhat short time I've spent with him that he's more than just a bard, he's proven to be impressive in ways. "Sorry, It's just that Geralt's usually so stingy with details." He murmurs to the blood soaked man.

Jaskier scribes the last few words down before he asks for more detail, and the blubbery man spurs on his words before they come out.

"He died."

They all gasp, and I can't help the small grin on my lips as I sip from my ale, Jaskier speaking what we were both thinking. "Ehh... he's fine." And the man immediately goes to protest, and I count down with my fingers to Jaskier as he speaks.

"Listen, I was there" Wham. soaked in blood, Geralt barges into the in, his clothes sticking to him and as Jaskier gives him a hearty laugh, I can't help but chuckle a bit myself.

As Geralt demands what he's owed, Jaskier begins to sing the ballad he wrote, despite it being a decent song, I kick the tip of my boot into his calve lightly, but he takes it and sings anyway.

It's like a fairy tale how everyone joins in song, and I cringe as I move to walk with Geralt, a drink waiting for him at the counter-thanks to me- but I say nothing of it as I lean against the counter, and the cheer dies down as Jaskier walks over.

I know by his body language he's about to discuss what he proposed to me, and while I denied at first, I eventually caved and now I can't say no.

Jaskier spurs on in an elongated speech, and eventually Geralt growls out. "Fuck off, Bard." and I let out a soft 'Tsk' as I pinch Geralt's ear for a moment, his hand coming up to bat mine away.

I'm glad to be on.. more resolved terms with him now, we're not lovers, despite things we do, I still care about him but.. not in the same way, Triss words often come back into my mind and set me on the right track.

My mind snaps back as Geralt walks off, and I grin as I watch Jaskier babble on for a moment before his eyes meet mine and he mutters a small. "Fuck." before he moves to catch up with Geralt.

"Food, Women, and Wine, Geralt!" He proclaims, and Geralt pauses ses for a moment, sighs, and it's clear he just wants to be clean of the selkimore guts and asleep. "What about Kael?" He asks.

"I'm backup, Unlike you I'm not interested in women so I'm trusted to keep my hands off his merchandise." I elaborate with a soft grin, standing beside Jaskier, and he holds a fist out.

He's a bit silly, yes, but I feel he brings out whatever side of me is less reserved, and I bump his fist with mine. "Fine." Geralt murmurs, and turns to go upstairs where a warm bath is waiting for him.

We all slip inside, I find a chair in the back and sit on it backwards, Geralt makes no effort to be shy of himself as he pulls his clothes off and submerges himself in the water.

Jaskier takes a small pale of water and as he rolls up his sleeves he approaches Geralt, tending to him as if he's some heathen child and pours the water over Geralt's head.

"Now, Now, Stop your boorish grunts of protest. It is one night of guarding your very best friend in the whole wide world." Jaskier hums, and as he moves to grab something from the rattan dresser our eyes meet almost for a mere second.

Of course, I can't help but deny the way he's acting almost motherly is cute, but the thought doesn't linger as Geralt grumbles his words out. "You're not my friend."

"Oh, Really? So you just let strangers rub chamomile on your lovely bottom?" Jaskier turns to ask Geralt, and as Geralt cocks his head to face the bard with an expression that says 'what the fuck? 'Jaskier speaks up. "Yeah, well, that's what I thought."

He then goes on to talk about kings and other royalty will be at this gathering, and sprinkles bath salts into the tub of water as he proclaims that the Lioness herself will say praise of his works.

They chatter back and forth, and I enjoy watching it play out, Geralt's pure expression of frustration is amusing to say the least. "Ugh, is this what happens when you get old? You get unbearably crochety and cantankerous?" Jaskier asks, and I meet his eyes with furrowed brows.

"Geralt's just as sour as a crabapple." I comment, and lean back into my chair, crossing a leg over the other. "I've always wanted to know, Do witchers ever retire?" Jaskier asks and Geralt is quick to make yet another negative reply.

"Yeah. When they get slow and get killed." He grumbles, and Jaskier questions Geralt if he'd ever want anything after whatever life this is ends. "I want nothing."

It makes me think for a moment, I'd always thought at some point I'd be able to settle down, but it's the same reality that you really don't stop until you're dead that reminds me that settling down is only easier to say and not to do.

"Well, Who knows, maybe someone out there will want you." Jaskier says as he rests his arms on the tub. "I need no one." It irks me when he says that, maybe more than it should, but it does. "And the last thing I want is someone needing me."

The more he talks the more I can feel my eye twitching with annoyance, I bite my tongue from making a remark but internally those words all flood out.

"And yet.. here we are." Jaskier murmurs, and Geralt lets out only a grunt before he begins to look around. "Where the fuck are my clothes Jaskier?" The bard quickly explains where they are, before he grins widely with a newfound excitement.

"Neither of you will need your clothes anyways, Because tonight.. you're not going as witchers.."

Those were the last words I wanted to hear, this wasn't part of the deal.

But there's no room to refuse as Jaskier quickly spurs us up in party acceptable clothing, Geralt looks completely out of his element, but.. I haven't dressed well in so long it's almost strange seeing myself in clothes made just for looks.

I gaze into the mirror and run my hand down the fabrics, while at first I refused the corset vest, it actually looks quite nice.

But of course, there's one last thing, a small black eye patch rests on the vanity and I fidget with it for a moment before it's secured on.

I walk out of the dressing room, and Jaskier coos and urges me to twirl. "Is the eye patch really necessary..?" I ask, It feels like it only calls more attention to the empty socket even if it's hiding it.

"You look lovely, perhaps you'll even meet a man who suits your tastes to keep you company tonight." Jaskier hums, and I let out a deep sigh, that's the least of my worries.

My job is to end men, not their squabbles,

It's getting closer to the evening time and we arrive to the event, I can feel Geralt's eyes on me despite it all, he seems awkward in the clothes he was put in.

"Right so stick close to me, look mean and pretend you're both mute." Jaskier says as we enter the Grand Hall, the scent of pompous assholes is strong and unpleasant in my nose.

"We can't have anyone finding out who you are." Jaskier says to Geralt, and I let out a huff at the irony. "If you didn't want that you shouldn't have made him famous." I say, and Jaskier huffs back in retort. "If I would have known I would have reconsidered."

Jaskier says, and I roll my eyes. "You lack hindsight, is there no brain under that mop of yours?" I ask, and brush my fingers through his hair, and our gazes meet as I bring my hand away, though the moment is cut short as a voice bellows.

"Geralt of Rivia, The mighty Witcher!" It calls direction straight to us, and I pinch the bridge of my nose with my fingers, hissing softly. "Shit.." I sigh, and the man approaches us, a flagon of ale in hand.

"I haven't seen you since the plague." He says, he seems to be an old friend of Geralt's, because he smiles and greets him in return. "Good times, Mousesack."

They chat, and the more they talk the more eyes I feel poke and prod, I've never been one for attention, let alone being in the center of the room.

The man now known as Mousesack takes Geralt off our hands, and now I see why I'm being used as backup, and Jaskier and I sigh a bit of relief as the eyes peel off us.

"You did make him look like a sad silk trader, Though." I commented, and Jaskier let out a soft laugh, his eyes traveling down the outfit he chose for me. "Perhaps, But I think you look perfect."

"Overstatements from the bard, how shocking." I brush off his compliment off, leaving it at that as we walk through the bustles of people, Everything makes me a little more uncomfortable.

"You should get yourself a drink.. or two, you look tighter than double knotted laces." Jaskier says, and practically ushers me away, I feel more out of place now that I'm alone.

I've always hated royal gatherings, I've only ever been to these types of settings if it meant slitting a throat for coin, but without a goal but to make sure Jaskier doesn't get absolutely bullied I feel more on edge.

Just as I try to catch my bearings, a man catches my gaze, or he catches mine, and it almost seems like he'll try and approach, and I'm just about to back-pedal as far away from the possible conversation a firm hand on my back grasps me from my thoughts.

Geralt, he's guiding me back to Jaskier, who the second I see him is cornered by a royal half my size, it's a silly sight. "Thank you." I say quickly, and Geralt grunts in response, he knows more than anything that I don't favor this setting.

"Uh- Er.. Ah! My good friends!" Jaskier says in a comical nervousness, and I watch as Geralt uses the fact that he's doing Jaskier a favor to his advantage, lying boldly that Jaskier was kicked in the crotch by an ox, and the royal gives him a gold coin to 'drown his sorrow' before scurrying away.

But their chatter is soon to be cut off as horns blare through the air, and the queen herself cuts through the room, face adorned in blood, fresh from battle, and Jaskier rushes to the small stage with his lute.

His eagerness is visible, I can only hope he'll survive.

Geralt and I sit back against a wall, and he passes me a flagon as we only watch royals idle. "Shit, I already hate this." I comment and take a hearty swig from my flagon, my dual-colored hair falls over my left eye, shading it from public view.

Soon, rowdy chatter bursts as two men bicker back and forth, they fight about beasts when they clearly know nothing, but ignorance is bliss. "Enough!" Calls the queen, and my gaze flits to her as she steps down from the podium.

"We have a renowned guest here tonight." For fucks sake. I internally hiss as I skirt myself away, patting Geralt's shoulder as I creep deeper into the corner of the room, If anything I do not need a queen's eye on me after all the treason to my name.

As quickly as the queen speaks, all eyes are on Geralt, who stands as still as possible before he declares: "Neither." And one of the royals asks him if he's being accused of lying.

And for a moment it's quiet, and I can hear the lie in Geralt's voice, saving anything grand from leaving his mouth and supposing that the royals have found a subspecies, though.. obviously not the case.

Chatter happens quickly, Geralt makes snide comments, and he tells the truth of the happenings of Filavandrel, whom I've come to respect as the days pass by and the memory keeps in my mind.

"Come Witcher.. take a seat by my side while I change." Says the queen, and as she leaves, Geralt can't not comply, and I'm pushed back into now as Jaskier comes down from the smaller podium.

"Well? Going how you expected?" I hum with a soft grin, and he puts his hands on his hips. "I can't say I didn't expect it, just hoped for it not to happen." Jaskier says as he takes a sip from a flagon he'd snagged.

"Perhaps you should try dancing with a willing lady, might cheer you up." I suppose, and just as I say that, a young woman looking to be around Jaskier's age approaches him.

They chat for a bit before Jaskier is pulled away to the center floor and I'm left safeguarding his lute as I watch attentively, at first it was to make sure Jaskier wasn't lured into a trap but as the two begin to dance together the idea is only hypothetical.

He's a bit clumsy on his feet, but he knows how to dance, and it's an entertaining sight, but he's enjoying himself and that's all Geralt and I came here for.

As I watch, a solemn thought plagues my mind no matter if I try to think of anything else, and I find myself sipping at the rich beer in my flagon, yet it's like water in my belly.

Minutes pass by and the music dies down and the queen re-enters the room, and Jaskier and the woman finally slip away from each other with smiles and he practically comes skipping back.

"Enjoy yourself?" I ask, and he's basically gleaming with a newfound enjoyment, his old disappointment of the night wiped away. "Very."

We sit back and idle as man after man approaches the podium where the Queen herself, the princess and now even Geralt sits, and as the first one's title rings in my ears, it makes me a little sick.

"Lord Peregrine of Nilfgaard." A man introduces loudly, and the mere words make my stomach churn, and just before the Lord can speak the crowd blares bagpipes and drunken laughter as a mockery, but I cannot smile in the presence of such a man.

I turn myself to face away, the mere stench of the Nilfgaard makes me nauseous. "Hey- Are you.. alright? you look like you've just seen a ghost." Jaskier asks, now seemingly worried.

"I'm alright- Just.. not a particular fan of Nilfgaard." I reply, and hear as the Queen makes a mockery of the Lord herself, and he rushes off, but the scent lingers.

The night proceeds, and Jaskier once again slips off to make a performance, one that captures the party and they all seem to enjoy him play, it makes him happy, which again, is all that matters currently.

It's all calm and I feel more at ease that the scent of Nilfgaardians has since aired out, but hairs rise on my neck before someone bursts through the rooms doors clad in armor.

He makes his way to the center, and kneels as he introduces himself, and I can only think I'm either paranoid or having a moment of precognition as I step up to where Jaskier is, there's too much tension in the room.

The knight explains himself excusing his lack of exposing his face as an oath, and as a royal steps up declaring it false, he rips the helmet from his head and almost everyone jolts up in shock.

Face clad in quills, he looks just as frightened as the party folk, but this is no monster, it's a curse, and for a moment Geralt and the Queen whisper back and forth, before she bellows throughout the room.

"Slay this beast!" Knights shoot up to take him down, but he's an impressive fighter, and he finishes them quickly, before speaking once more. "Lioness of Cintra, I've come to claim what is rightfully mine!"

He proclaims, and I watch in a precise silence. "Pavetta." The Knight says, and turns to face the princess whose face is contorted in shock. "By the Law of Surprise.." He says, but in the silence swords draw one by one, he's taking down guards by the minute.

Geralt steps up, grabbing a fallen sword and slicing the large weapon that was once about to strike the knight in half, and I take that as a queue to fight, sliding in to grasp a sword that clatters to the ground.

"Kill them!" The queen shouts, and Knights flood in, it's slaughter after slaughter, where Geralt is too precise, I'm too fast, if they were fucked enough trying to kill one Witcher, they were truly balls deep in shit if they had to kill two.

More party goers rise with weapons, and in the midst of it all, the royal who once ripped the helmet from the Knight steps in to fight with us instead of against.

And suddenly amongst all the fighting two swords meet but do not collide. "Stop!" The Queen says, her sword drawn on Geralt, and the whole crowd halts on command.

"Duny!" The princess says as she rushes down from the podium, wrapping her arms around the Knight and he holds her in return. "I told you to stay away." Pavetta says as she cups the Knights quilled cheeks.

The Queen eyes them with uncertainty and they stare with the same, there's tension thick enough to be cut with the slice of your hand.

Once again, the knight kneels to the queen, lowering his weapon before he speaks. "Your Majesty.. The Witcher speaks the truth." He says as he stands once more. "I was cursed as a young boy.. my whole life a living misery until the day that I saved your husband, King Roegner, from a certain death."

The Queen listens in an almost infuriated and disgusted silence, I can sense she's far from done even if she is giving him time to speak. "I chose the Law of Surprise as payment.. Whatever windfall he came home to find would be mine."

He speaks, and the Queen seethes before she speaks up herself. "-Oh, the stupid bastard, Better you had let him die!" She hisses, and I can see Jaskier walk closer to Geralt and I in my peripheral.

"You knew he'd come and you pushed me to kill him." Geralt states, and Pavetta's cheek occupies a tear. "And you.." Calanthe hisses at her own daughter. "Carousing with the beast that swindled your stupid father!"

"Tis no swindle.. Asking for payment with the Law of Surprise is as old as mankind itself." Eist says, stepping forward. "Don't lecture me, Eist." Calanthe growls. "It's an honest gamble.. As likely to be rewarded with a.. bumper crop as a newborn pup."

Eist speaks, his forehead ridden with sweat as he speaks. "Or, A child of surprise.. He could not know." He continues, and Pavetta and the Knight hold each other as they watch the Queen carefully. "Destiny has determined the surprise to be Pavetta."

Eist states, and the quilled knight speaks up again. "When I heard that King Roegner had returned to find a child on the way.. I abandoned all thought of claiming the Law of Surprise." The Knight admits.

He speaks with complete and utter honesty, But the queen only persists to boil with anger. "I knew.. I knew no woman would ever accept me like this." He says, and a tear rolls from his cheek, Pavetta seems almost shocked by the words.

"So I waited.. I waited until the twelfth bell when the curse breaks." The room is dead silent as he speaks, no one dares to move. "I never intended to meet her... Just to watch from afar." He says and gazes into Pavetta's eyes.

"Until destiny intervened.. and our hearts collided." They almost talk like it's a fairy tale, and if I wasn't experiencing this firsthand I'd say that's all it was.

"Who are we to challenge destiny..? Life was saved, Debt must be paid, Or the whole order of the world falls apart."

Eist says, he's desperate to make the queen understand, and the man who'd previously greeted Geralt speaks up. "Honor destiny's wish, Or unleash its wrath upon us."

She's cornered, no one is at her side willingly anymore, no one that matters.

"There is no us! I bow to no law made by men who have never bore a child!" She proclaims. "Is there not a man amongst you who does not cower before Destiny?"

She asks, and her eyes lay on Geralt, before she almost squints at me as I stand by his side, as if picking up by relativity.

"You, Witchers.. Who has known monsters of every fang and claw.. Are you afraid too?" She asks in a patronizing tone. "No." Geralt responds.

"I've seen mothers lash themselves raw over the death of a child, believing they crossed Destiny, Ignoring the stench of the fifty other children in the plague cart outside."

Geralt speaks, his tone gruff but truthful, the mere thought of the time makes me shudder a bit. "Destiny.. Helps people believe there's an order to this horseshit.. There isn't." The Queen's eyes are overwhelmed with unshed tears. "But a promise made should be honored."

He adds, a soft smile on his lips as he speaks. "As true for a commoner.. as it is for a Queen." He says, and the Queen lets out a sigh as a tear rolls down her cheek.

"I love Duny, Mother.. I will marry him." She says, her tone firm and hard, she's made her choice. "I will finally be free." She softly rejoices, and the room is deafeningly silent as the Queen passes off her sword to Eist before holding her hand out.

The knight takes the hand gently, and as the Queen leans over to whisper in his ear. "Here is your destiny." She says with a smile, before drawing the dagger at her hip and lunging it straight for the Knight's throat.

The princess screams out in horror and before the queen can touch the Knight a blast of energy sends us all back, Windows break and I skid to a halt as wind spins the room, The Princess and the Knight standing in the center.

Elder whispers leave her lips, and they lift from the ground, floating effortlessly as chaos surrounds them, Geralt tries to send a surge of energy through his fingers, but he's only sent back.

In a moment of chaos, I see him down a small bottle, through the whipping furniture that whirls around the room Mousesack tries to take the storm as Geralt pushes through it, and with all the strength he can conjure, separates the two and lets them fall as the storm settles into nothingness.

Geralt stands after everything settles and our eyes meet with relief, and nod to each other as whispers fill the room and everyone stands from their collapsed positions and the queen approaches them again.

The tension is gone, she's melted down with the shock of it all, but the couple watches wearily as she steps closer, before the Queen embraces her Daughter in a solemn hug in the center of the room.

"I thought your grandmother's gift had skipped you.. It seems I was wrong.. about so many things." The queen admits as they pull away from the embrace.

"Destiny has spoken! And I have listened.. The Law of Surprise will be honored." The queen proclaims, and I gaze around the room as everyone has recovered, and my eyes land on Jaskier who holds the woman he danced with in his arms.

"Pavetta will marry Lord Urcheon!" Murmurs fill the room, And Eist steps forward to stand with the queen. "React poorly, and you won't just face the Lioness, you will be facing the sea hounds of Skellige. Because Queen Calanthe.."

Eist speaks, and the room quiets down once more. "Has agreed to my proposal of marriage." They all stand at each other's side, before Calanthe once again begins to speak, her voice pieces the room sharper than any sword.

"There will be two vows here tonight! I assume that's agreeable." She says, and every head in the room nods. "Delightful.." Quickly, a ceremony takes place, people circle the room with candles in hand, and the queen binds their hands with a cloth.

"Pavetta. Duny... With my blessing.. I thee bind." The room is silent as their lips meet, and as they pull away, all is normal, before Duny lets out a soft bark, grunting as his body jolts and he falls to the ground.

And as he rises, he's.. Human, Normal, and Pavetta and Duny crawl to each other as they kiss again, the curse lifted. "The twelfth bell has not yet rung.." "What's happened?"

The two are in shock, and Mousesack speaks up. "I think your blessing in this marriage.. has fulfilled a destiny.. The curse has been lifted." Jaskier makes a soft noise of surprise.

"Whew! I think this has the makings of my greatest ballad yet." He says, his arm around the young woman. "If you're alive in the morning... Don't grope for trout in any peculiar rivers until dawn." Geralt says, and turns to leave, and just as I'm about to follow.

"No, Wait- Wait!" Duny says, chasing after Geralt. "You saved my life.. I must repay you." He says, and I purse my lips as I watch. "You've proven yourself to be the kind of man who would do the same."

Geralt says, and once again moves to leave. "I want nothing." "—No, Please, Geralt of Rivia, Do not feel like you're doing me a service." Duny begs, and once again Geralt pauses and turns to face him.

"I cannot start a new life in the shadow of a life debt." Geralt sighs for a moment before he speaks up, he's trying to leave quickly, understandably. "Fine, I claim the tradition as you have, The Law of Surprise.. Give me that which you already have but do not know."

The Queen gasps, her eyes wide. "No! What have you done, Witcher?" She asks, and Geralt speaks up. "Fear not your Majesty, If I am seen in your kingdom again it will be to kill a real monster, Not to lay claim to a crop or a new pup.. Destiny can go fuc—"

The Princess spits up bile, and the queen instantly makes the realization, Geralt is fucked.

"Fuck." He hisses and exits the room, leaving me to tend to Jaskier.

"You're staying?" I ask, and he holds the dark haired woman still, and smiles a bit. "I suppose a bit more fun never hurt anyone." Jaskier says, and I let out a deep sigh before holding my hand out.

"Enjoy your night, Jaskier." Jaskier goes to question hurriedly and I Quickly cut him off. "You know by now Geralt doesn't stick around." I say, and Jaskier sighs as he nods. "I always find you both, Don't I?"

I nod softly, before I slip off out of the doors, passing by Mousesack who's re-entering, and we say nothing as I rush to catch up to Geralt.

It takes moments to navigate in perfect silence, and we find Emir and Roach tucked into a stable. "I'm so ready to be rid of this god forbidden vest." I comment, and Geralt looks at me for a moment.

"You look better than me." He says, and I smile a bit as I give his clothes a look over. "Silk trader." I say, and hop onto Emir, my mind lingers a bit on Jaskier as we leave.

If I have to find him somewhere I will, because he owes me now.

— WEE WOO WEE WOO LONG CHAPTER LONG CHAPTER.

#the witcher #jaskier #the witcher oc #geralt of rivia #the witcher netflix

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practically-an-x-man · 1 year ago

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For the series ask:

MacGyver

AHS Asylum and Coven

Mandalorian

ooh thank you!!

long answer, so I'll put this under the cut

Send Me a Series

MacGyver:

Favorite character: easy answer, but it's got to be Mac. I literally started watching the show for Lucas Till, and he quickly remained my favorite

Second favorite character: Hm... Desi. She comes in A.P. (after Patricia) so idk if you've actually seen the seasons she's in, but she's just a total badass and I love her dynamic with Mac

Least favorite character: Nikki. At first I liked the backstabbing arc because it was cool, but then they kept going back and forth with it and I got really tired of it.

The character I’m most like: Mac, but like 60% less cool. I mean, I pride myself on being adaptable and prepared, I keep a Swiss Army Knife and duct tape on me at all times, and while I did well in college I did drop out because it was too stifling for me.

Favorite pairing: Mac and Riley!!! I was spoiled on it becoming canon when I was still on Season 3, but I ended up basically counting down the episodes until I got to see it. I love Mac/Desi too, but it's just not quite the same.

Least favorite pairing: Mac and Nikki I guess, just because they couldn't let go of it when it rightfully should have been left alone. I never saw the chemistry between them, especially when they tried to go back to it a second time

Favorite moment: sorry, I just can't choose! Though I do love the montages they do when he puts something together, it really scratches the itch in my creative-problem-solving brain. I was a Mythbusters kid and I still love seeing someone solve a problem in a really unique way

Rating out of 10: ooh solid nine or ten, it's easily one of my favorite shows

AHS Asylum:

Favorite character: Lana, mainly because I like the Nellie Bly arc to her story and how she dove right in. There's a lot to respect about a character like that.

Second favorite character: Kit. He's just such a sweetheart. Honestly vying for first place but Lana won out just bc I love Nellie Bly's story.

Least favorite character: Jude. Sorry. Never liked her before the electroshock thing, and the Name Game bit honestly just made me cringe. I like that she got a bit of redemption, but she really wasn't my favorite character.

The character I’m most like: uh... not a clue. Asylum wasn't my favorite so I only watched it once, and I didn't find myself intensely connecting with any of the characters.

Favorite pairing: Alma and Kit I suppose. It ended a little weirdly but I like the way it began

Least favorite pairing: honestly idk. There weren't many pairings to begin with and I was neutral about pretty much all of them

Favorite moment: I liked when Shelley drags herself out of the lab all mutilated, simply bc I like SFX makeup and thought it was a well-done look

Rating out of 10: I'm gonna be real, I wasn't a big fan of Asylum. They tried way too much and it ended with a really chaotic season with too many loose ends. Not the worst, but not my favorite. Maybe a 6?

AHS Coven:

Favorite character: My boy Kyle!!! He had so much potential, they just utilized him so poorly. I wish they gave him more of his own arc instead of just using him to spur on Zoe's and Madison's, because they established SUCH a cool character with him and then went nowhere with it.

Second favorite character: I really liked Nan, actually. Her powers are cool, I like her personality, and I enjoyed her little romance arc with the neighbor guy.

Least favorite character: ZOE MFING BENSON. Don't get me started.

The character I’m most like: Uh... I really don't know. Maybe Cordelia, just bc that social pressure and parental expectation was something I really resonated with.

Favorite pairing: Next question, Your Honor. Does it count if I say Kyle x my OC Jasper?

Least favorite pairing: Zoe and Kyle. They met ONCE and he was literally just a plaything for her. And she didn't even do much to help him when she brought him back, she just wanted him in a place where she didn't have to take care of him but could still use him however she wanted.

Favorite moment: Ugh, Kyle with the tattoos just breaks my heart. The realization as soon as the flashback starts, not to mention the dichotomy between him singing along to Toto on the radio with his buddies versus sitting alone, chained up and miserable, is just so heartbreaking.

Rating out of 10: Eight, I liked it a lot but there were a few missed opportunities

Mandalorian:

Favorite character: I really liked Bo-Katan, especially the way they worked with her character arc. There were some really cool moments and some wonderful developments with her, and I really enjoyed the non-romantic parents dynamic she had with Din and Grogu

Second favorite character: Paz!! He didn't have much screentime, but I loved his character. His relationship with his son, his devotion to holding back Gideon's guards so the others could escape... ugh, wonderful and heartbreaking.

Least favorite character: I mean this in a "he did such a wonderful job I can't help but hate him" way, but Moff Gideon. Seriously, so much praise to Giancarlo Esposito, fantastic performance for an utterly despicable character

The character I’m most like: Bo-Katan, maybe.

Favorite pairing: Pass. There's not much romance in this one and that's okay. Honestly a breath of fresh air after so many other shows push romance.

Least favorite pairing: See above.

Favorite moment: when Din has to take off his helmet while undercover, but more specifically when Migs chooses not to acknowledge it and hands his helmet back when it's over. It shows such wonderful character development for both of them

Rating out of 10: Ten, without a doubt

#my friends!!!#answered asks #ask game #ahs asylum #ahs coven #macgyver 2016 #the mandalorian

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trvelyans-archive · 4 years ago

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senti(ment)ality

mari wiseman x gray black. 4k words.

Gray’s going to hate the present you bought him for Christmas.

You call this out to Nick as you place it under the Christmas tree. It looks small compared to the boxes you have for Sally and Nick, which only makes you feel more nervous about it, but even though he’s in the other room cooking dinner, you can still hear him sigh. “Mari, he’s not going to hate it,” he calls back.

“How do you know that?”

“Because he could never hate anything from you. Besides, I wouldn’t have told you to get it if I thought he would hate it.”

“… Okay,” you concede, turning around and heading for the kitchen, “that’s a good point.”

“Yeah, I make lots of them,” he replies. “You just never listen.”

“I wish I couldn’t listen.” You sit down on a stool beside the island and rest your chin on the heel of your hand. “Except for this time. Although he could still hate it, and then at least I’d feel vindicated. Embarrassed, but vindicated.”

Nick laughs and shakes his head. You try not to think about how much he looks like your dad as you settle in across the counter from him.

He’s been working on dinner since at least before noon, which you only know because that’s when you managed to drag yourself out of bed and he made you pancakes in between baking two separate batches of holiday cookies, and though most of it’s finished now, he’ll probably still have to stick around in the kitchen for a little while after Gray and Sally get here. You wish you could tell him to take a break or something, but he’s by far the most competent cook out of the four of you, so if he doesn’t keep working, there’d be no Christmas dinner at all.

Then again, if that were the case, that means Gray wouldn’t have a reason to come over tonight and you could still go out to get him another present…

Before you can say anything, though, there’s a loud knocking and an enthusiastic warbling of Christmas songs at the front door. “Uh, can you get that?” Nick asks, a little breathless. He’s thrown a towel over his shoulder and pushed his hair out of his eyes, but a stray curl still tickles his forehead as he stares down at the food on the counter, trying not to seem stressed out.

You lean across it and push the curl out of the way, and he looks up briefly, smiling at you.

Sally’s knocking on the front door again by the time you drag yourself over to it, and you pull it open to reveal her and a slightly harried-looking Gray on the other side, each of them with arms full of gifts. Nick didn’t tell either of them to bring anything besides that, but Gray still brought a bottle of wine.

“Merry Christmas!” Sally cheers, her cheeks and the tip of her nose bright pink.

“What, no cat this year?” You back away from the door and sit on the staircase so they can both clamber inside the warm entryway.

“No, I figured Nicholas would get mad if he spent all night attacking the ornaments again,” Sally replies, kicking the door shut with her boot.

“You’re right, I would!”

You’re glad Sally didn’t bring the cat, actually – he nearly escaped last year when Gray was leaving, and Gray felt so terrible about it that apologized to Sally profusely every time he saw her for the next three weeks. As much as you love the cat, he’d just be something else to worry about tonight. While Sally bends over and unceremoniously dumps everything, including her sleepover bag, onto the ground, Gray tucks his shoes under the shoe rack with his toes and then looks down at the pile of gifts in his arms with defeat. “Uh,” he says, clearing his throat, “would either of you mind lending me a hand?”

You open your mouth to say something, but Sally beats you to it. “Here,” she says, taking two wrapped presents from his arms and handing them to you before grabbing the wine, “I’ll take this, and Mari will go with you to put the presents under the tree. Right, Mari?”

She turns to you and gives you a very pointed look. You sigh and force a smile.

“Sure,” you say. “Just don’t crack the wine open before we get back.”

“Ha-ha,” Sally responds.

Sure enough, once you’re a few steps ahead, Gray follows you dutifully into the living room. You try not to think about how good he looks in his sweater, which is red with little flecks of brown and beige – the same sweater he wore last year, you think, which you remember because Nick spilled wine on it and Gray assured him not to worry because it would just blend in with the rest of it, but you won’t say anything about him wearing it again because of how good he looks in it. (Not that that’s a surprise, because Gray looks good in everything.) You, on the other hand, are wearing a dress that Sally bought you for Christmas, a black velvet long sleeve with little gold stars all over it. It looks kind of like something that a kindergartener would wear, but she begged you to keep it and wear it this year and you know very well she wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer, so you didn’t really have any other choice. That’s usually how it goes with her. Accompanying Gray to the living room just proves that.

“The tree looks lovely,” he says after you both put his presents underneath it, straightening up and leaning in to look at an ornament hanging from a higher branch. “And you look adorable in this picture, Mari.”

Adorable? “Oh, uh… that was from one of the Christmas parties that our parents used to drag us to,” you say. You’re sitting on Santa’s left, your face red and puffy from crying, and Nick’s sitting on Santa’s right, smiling pleasantly because of course he is. “I didn’t like any of the food there and threw a fit about it. My dad drove us to McDonald’s on the way home, but I fell asleep in the car.”

Gray smiles softly, turning to look at you. “You say that like you thought it would make the picture less adorable.”

You shrug. “Maybe you’re just easy to please.”

Nick calls your names from the kitchen, and Gray looks at the picture one last time before heading out of the room – you, on the other hand, stay rooted in place, your eyes drifting to the black and gray box under the tree that sits there, taunting you.

God. You wish he was easy to please.

You’re quick to follow, intent on forgetting about the present as much as you can for as long as you can, and take a seat beside Sally at the counter, where she and Nick are in a spirited debate about whether or not eggnog is an acceptable drink to have with you at dinner.

“It’s not,” Nick says as he spoons cranberry sauce into a small dish. “It’s a dessert drink, Salome.”

“You know nothing about drinks, Nicholas,” she replies. You can’t help but notice that she’s staring at his hands. “Do you remember –“

“The food looks great, Nick,” Gray interrupts, a valiant effort to stop their argument. He leans on the counter and looks at the spread laid out in front of all of you. “Should I crack open the wine now or later?”

Nick hums to himself, hands on his hips. “I don’t know,” he says. “Mari, are you going to drink?”

He lets you drink as long as you’re in the house and he can keep an eye on you – usually when you and Sally are having a sleepover and watching movies in the living room while he’s working on something in the kitchen – but you’d rather not risk letting anything embarrassing slip in front of Gray tonight. “No, I’m good,” you answer.

“I’m good, too,” Sally chirps. “I’ll be having eggnog with my dinner, thank you very much.”

“I’m not pouring that for you,” Nick says.

“Well…” She stares at him until he meets her eyes. “It’s a good thing I know where the glasses are, then, isn’t it, Nicholas?”

He shakes his head and laughs as she flits off towards the cupboards.

“Is that a yes to the wine, then?” Gray asks. He already has the bottle in his hands and looks desperately like he wants to open it.

“Sure,” Nick replies. “Open it up!”

It takes fifteen minutes for the four of you to set the table in the dining room. Sally complains once or twice about how much food there is and then bashfully thanks him for doing all the work, which he looks pleased by before responding with something unconvincingly snarky. Of course, you’re distracted thinking about your present, and in the end it’s Gray who directs the rest of you to put the dishes on the table so that it fits them all perfectly.

He was right, earlier – dinner smells good. It tastes even better. Nick complains about half of the dishes and tells you all about things he wished he had added, but eventually stops after the three of you shower him with compliments, and once he’s had half a glass of wine in him, he’s all smiles.

“I tried to tell Gray that he had toilet paper on his shoe when we left the bathroom, but he was walking so fast that I didn’t have a chance,” Nick is saying, “so we go up to this man –“

Gray’s redder than you’ve ever seen him. Even the tips of his ears are red. “Nick, please, the girls don’t want to hear this –“

“No, no, it’s funny!” Nick starts laughing to himself and clears his throat until he stops. “So we go up to this man and Gray’s holds out his hand and introduces himself, and the entire time I’m standing behind him and trying desperately to pull the toilet paper out from underneath his shoe without anyone noticing.”

Sally buries her face in her hands. “This is too much,” she murmurs. “I never thought I could feel so much second-hand embarrassment in my life.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m feeling second-hand embarrassment as well as first-hand embarrassment retroactively,” Gray says, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“It’s almost done, I promise.” Nick takes another sip of wine before launching into the last leg of the story. “So Gray’s talking to this guy, telling him all about Unity and whatever, and I’ve nearly pulled the toilet paper out when the Dean comes over to talk to the two of us and then freezes when she realizes what I’m doing. I can see her go from friendly to confused in a matter of seconds as she looks down and then Gray, you know, being who he is, turns around to greet her, but because I’m standing so close behind him, he elbows me in the stomach so hard I stumble backwards, and then Gray notices that I’m standing behind him and also that he has toilet paper on his shoe, and –”

Nick doesn’t finish his sentence before everyone’s laughing again, Sally laughing so hard she’s practically crying and continues to nearly choke on her mashed potatoes, and it takes a minute for you all to come down from it and start poking at your food again.

“So, Gray.” Sally cocks her head at him from where she sits across the table. “Do you have any embarrassing stories about Nicholas that you’d like to share?”

Gray purses his lips and taps his chin. “I’m not sure,” he answers, his blue eyes flicking up to the ceiling as he thinks. “Hm… You know, actually, there’s the one from when we went to this new club downtown and –“

Nick’s eyes widen, and he reaches out to place a hand on Gray’s arm. “Gray, no.”

“What?” Gray cocks his head in mock confusion. “It’s a funny story, Nick.”

“Well, if we’re offering up embarrassing Nick stories, I have plenty,” you offer.

“You guys are terrible.” Nick drops his face into his hands. “This is the thanks I get for cooking you all dinner?”

Gray sighs. “Alright, that’s a fair point.” He claps Nick on the shoulder. “Thank you for dinner, Nick. I’ll save my story for another day.”

Sighing, Nick pulls his hands away from his face and glares at Gray. “You know what? Christmas is cancelled next year,” he grumbles. “You can all find someone else to mooch dinner off of.”

By the time you’re all full and pushing away from the dining table, only half the food that Nick spent so long cooking has been eaten. At least you can give Gray leftovers to make sure he eats relatively healthy for the next little while. He’ll probably be back in a week for New Year’s – Sally will, too, if her dads agree – but there’s no saying how many meals he’ll accidentally skip until then.

“Presents, everyone?” Nick asks with a smile when you’ve all finished cleaning.

Honestly, you’d take Nick telling everyone an embarrassing story about you over Gray opening his present. You’d take the Christmas tree falling on you and setting your dress on fire over seeing whatever look is going to be on Gray’s face.

Sally goes first, as she usually does. She just said it as a joke the first year, but now it’s tradition. Eventually, though, the order of who gets to open gifts next is a little lost in translation – which isn’t unusual, considering how chaotic the rest of the night has been – and it’s only after Sally and Nick have hurriedly disappeared into the kitchen talking about the new pan she bought him that you realize you and Gray are alone.

And that there are only two presents left under the tree – his gift for you, and your gift for him.

He smiles at you from where he sits on the couch, sliding off and joining you on the floor. He’s still at least four feet away from you, but it feels much closer, really close, and he looks really pretty with the Christmas lights shining softly on his face and twinkling in his eyes. “And then there were two,” he says.

You can’t resist smiling back at him. “Yeah,” you reply, like an idiot. “You know, Gray, I’m not sure if –“

“Do you want to go first?”

You look at the little black box under the tree and bite your lip. No, you absolutely do not want to go first. Then again, the faster to get the humiliation over with, the better. “Um… why don’t we open them at the same time?” you suggest.

“Oh.” Gray nods. “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

He grabs your present, a big golden gift bag that you didn’t notice earlier, and places it on the floor in front of him, pushing it over to you. You do the same with the black box – God, you can’t wait to never see it again – and then you pick the gifts up at the same time, looking at each other as you do.

“Uh… you ready?” you ask. Gray nods.

You tear open the top of the bag as quickly as you’d do a band-aid – fitting, since he just taped it shut – and fish around in the mass of tissue paper inside until you can start to feel something fluffy halfway down. As you reach deeper into it and frown, you notice that Gray’s looking at you. He’s still looking at you, and he looks a little… scared?

“Gray?”

“Yes, sorry.”

The house is silent save for the Christmas music still playing over the speakers and the crinkling of gift wrapping. You can’t even hear Nick and Sally in the kitchen, and they’re usually not very quiet whenever they argue about something. At least they’re missing this, you think – at least you and Gray don’t have an audience for what already feels like a relatively awkward affair. You chew on the inside of your lip as you finally get a good hold on the present and pull it out of the bag, and it’s a little yellow bear wearing a black bowtie.

It takes you a second to understand what it is, and then it hits you.

You had a similar bear when you were younger. You told Gray about it one night when Nick was late coming home after making an emergency run to the grocery store for new spices and Gray asked you some stupid question about school. Usually you don’t answer those questions, with him or with anyone – you avoid them like you avoid everything else, make a joke or change the topic – but you did this time. Maybe it was the soft music that was playing over the speakers or the way Gray just looked at you like there was nothing else in the room. Everyone he talks to probably feels like that, something you know very well, but you just couldn’t help it.

Some kid in your third-grade class – a Ment, just your luck – had seen you carrying the bear around every day since your birthday and heard you thinking about how much you loved it, so one day, probably just to spite you for getting a higher mark on a test or something, he stole it from your locker. He also never gave it back. He got in trouble, of course – your parents made sure of that – but he said he lost it on the way home, so there was nothing more that you could do after that.

Now, over ten years later, Gray got you what looks like the same stuffed animal with its name embroidered on the foot and, to be honest, you could probably cry over the mental image of Fortitude asking someone – probably a sweet little old lady – to embroider the word ‘Honey’ onto a bear wearing a little bowtie.

“Oh, Mari!” Gray looks up at you, smiling so much you can see his dimple and pulling his present – a silver watch – from the box. “This is amazing.”

God, you’re blushing so much from everything happening that you could probably heat the entire house for the rest of the winter. “Well, I thought I should get you a replacement since yours has been broken for months.” And it has been – you can’t count how many times he’s gone to check his watch and then had to pull his phone out of his pocket and then, because sometimes he forgets to charge it throughout the day, you have to pull your phone out of your pocket, and it turns into a big thing. “And this one’s a little more, uh, modern. According to the saleslady, anyway.”

The saleslady who thought you were getting this present for your husband and kept saying that even though it’s very obvious that you’re still a couple months away from turning twenty. You can blame her for being so nervous about it.

“That’s very thoughtful, thank you.” He turns the watch over in his hands and then stops, squinting and leaning closer to inspect the back of it. “And it gets better!”

The same saleslady as before who also frowned at you when you asked if you could get the words “Merry Christmas, Cookie Monster” engraved on the back of it. And yeah, sure, it was incredibly embarrassing to do that and made you lie face-down on your bed for an hour when you got home and yeah, sure, it made the whole thing a little more expensive than you’d hoped, but seeing his face and knowing that he likes it was worth the embarrassment and empty pockets.

“Thank you so much, Mari. I’ll treasure it.” He grins at you and then catches sight of the bear in your hands. “And do you like your -?”

“Yeah,” you answer, fiddling with the velvet bowtie. “Yeah, he’s… uh, it’s perfect.”

“Good,” Gray says, his shoulders sagging as he sighs like he had been holding his breath. “I’m glad. I thought you might not like it or might find it strange…”

“No, no! It’s – I love it, Gray. It’s really… um… thoughtful of you, too.”

He looks back down at the watch in his hand, running his thumb along the strap as a crease forms between his eyebrows, and then, right as he looks back up and opens his mouth to say something, Sally comes careening into the room and stops in her tracks as soon as she spots what you’re holding. “Oh my God!” she says, hurrying over and kneeling down beside you. “Is that Honey? He’s been resurrected! Returned to us from beyond the grave!”

“Back and better than ever,” you say, smiling at Gray even though he can’t see you as he shows Nick the features of his new watch. “And look at his little foot.”

Sally practically squeals when she sees it, her eyes lighting up before she pauses, turns to the boys and forces a pout. “Gray, you’re making me look like a chump,” she says. “I’m supposed to get Mari the best Christmas gift because I’m her best friend.”

“Well, I’m sorry, Sally,” Gray replies without even trying to sound like he’s not lying. “Though, if it makes you feel any better, I like Mari’s present more than Nick’s.”

“Hey,” Nick protests, half-heartedly punching Gray on the arm. “At least wait until I’m out of the room to say stuff like that, would you?”

The rest of the night passes in a blur – you’re so relieved that Gray liked his present and so pleased with yours that you can barely focus when Sally opens up her new board game from Nick so all of you can play it together– and by the time Gray’s leaving and you all him at the front door to say good-bye, you’re still clutching the bear against your chest. Yeah, it feels kind of silly to spend all night with a stuffed animal, but… It’s a gift from Gray. What else are you supposed to do with it besides hang onto it for dear life and hope someone doesn’t take it away from you?

Once he leaves, you and Sally flop down on the couch with her head in your lap. “So,” she asks, “good night?”

“Yeah,” you answer as she takes the bear from you and turns it over in her hands. “Definitely a good night.”

“Such a nice gift. When did you tell him about this little guy?”

“Like… six months ago.”

“Um, okay, are we ignoring how cute it is that he remembered that?” Sally sits up and leans in conspiratorially. “Or do you think he bought it the day after you told him and has been hanging onto it all year or something?”

“No, no, probably not,” you say, reaching out and pulling the bear out of her hands. “Nick probably told him to get it.”

“No, I didn’t.” Nick appears at the bottom of the stairs in his PJs and runs a hand through his hair. “Salome’s right, actually – he got it a couple months ago. He’s basically asked me once a week since then if I was sure you wouldn’t find it weird or if it was stepping over a boundary or something. He had to find a seamstress and ask her to make the bow and sew it on herself.” Laughing, Nick continues, “I think he told me that he gave her a fifty-dollar tip or something.”

“Oh my God, I just realized that it matches your dress!” Sally snatches the bear from you again and holds it up. “I told you this dress was a good idea. We should take a picture of you and send it to him!”

“What? No!” You take it back from Sally – again – and put it on the end table so she can’t reach it. “Why are you guys being so weird about this?”

“Duh, because it’s cute!” Sally replies. When she looks over at Nick, though, he gives her a small shake of his head. “But, uh… if you don’t wanna keep talking about it, then I think we could make this night even better by starting our annual rewatch of all the classic Christmas movies. And maybe Nicholas will let us have some of that red wine…?”

“Gray took it home,” he says. “Besides, there’s plenty of eggnog left for you if you want it.”

“Ooh. Good point.” Sally swings her legs over the side of the couch and hops off. “Where are the snacks?”

“In the cupboard.” He watches her go. “You can take what you want, Salome, but please use a plate!”

When Sally’s left the room, Nick turns to you. “Gray likes his present, by the way.” There’s a twinkle in his eye and what looks like both a smirk and a smile at the same time on his lips. “And you know, Mari, he’s probably going to wear this one for years until it breaks too.”

… Oh.

You hadn’t thought about it like that. Gray, wearing the watch that you got him for Christmas years from now…

Fuck, your heart can’t take all this sentimentality. You’ll just get him a gift card next year instead.

#oc: mari #pairing: mari x gray #mind blind #HI i have lots to say about this. i've flopped back and forth between hating it and liking it all week and right now i hate it but #i wanna post it bc i like. worked hard on it and stuff.#anyway it's probably bad and there's probably something that makes it not canon but i hope everyone enjoys anyway ?#and doesn't think it's super cringe and a fail gamer moment ?#anyway idk sorry i. maybe i'll talk more about this in a reblog or seperate post #i'm feeling rlly anxious about posting this idk why. alright. whatever. okay. bye.#my writing #my ocs

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real-sun-wukong-fan01 · 2 years ago

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Gotta confess that u talking about de xreader thing made me sad.

I know that each person do whatever they want, so u can hate self indulgent things if u want, and I can read those stuff if I want too, no one can stop both of us.

But there's some really nice stories/arts that people treats like //garbage// for being canonxreader, instead of canonxcanon or ocxcanon (acting like many those oc's weren't self inserts too??? but like "secret" self insert to not be judged). There's some genuine fun stuff, but every single work like these are just "cringe" to people, and people go far to the point of saying it directly to whoever is producing those things to shame them and their public (I literally saw authors turning off the anon option for this).

Some people (actually lots of people) who find comfort in those kind of fic (I mean, if u feel like trash everyday it's nice to daydream with the idea of being appreciatted by your fav character) gets ashamed for liking these things. So we hide it from close friends, just to get reminded by strangers online that we're ridiculous, so we have to keep hiding it from friends cause we don't want them to laugh at our comfort thing.

Like literally, isn't just romance in this "genre", there's some platonic things that I saw solitary people writing when in need of a friend, some fatherly character for people with dad issues. List goes on. Of course that romantic fics are the most famous one, but isn't like this doesn't happen in "normal" fic too!

The "isekai" anime genre isn't famous in Japan for nothing, it's literally escapism, real life people escaping from reality by projecting themselfs on characters.

ASMR channels with roleplay are famous for a reason! (like better sleep I know) It's many content with a story focused on YOU.

God, even simply roleplaying like in rpg it's having fun living another life.

It's more a vent message than enything else (I know that u hate romance in general, specially with your hc of aroace Wukong), but yeah, I think it's sad for me and other people when we're doing our thing in search for comfort, and then suddenly having a bunch of people laughing and shaming us in our own space.

I wasn't going to send u this, but I know that ur voice has actual power in this fandom, because it was after u creating this blog that Aroace Wukong got actually popular (even with many jttw fans already saying that he seems to be super uninterested in romance and sex before)

Sorry that this was so long. It's really a vent thing here.

Ok maybe it's because it's late that i don't understand if it's directed at me or not, but! You're right! everyone has their own opinion on things, and if someone likes canonxreader or anything similar (that is not proshipping), they are free to do so.

I, personally, do not like it, never liked much self inserts like reader or ocs in canon, but it's my personal opinion, you can always see me talk and enjoy my moots talk about their lmk oc that interact with canon.

On AO3 specifically, i always use the filter to avoid all the things i don't want (usually it's shadowpeach, x reader and Tripitaka x wukong), but i never complain since i can't expect people to stop doing something they like or find comfort in.

sometimes i do get stressed about it because it's really HARD to find something that isn't that, something even remotely similar to canon it's hard to find or something like sun wukong centric (or maybe it's me who sucks at finding it), but it's the heat of the moment, it's me who normally changes emotions by the smallest things, especially anger, but i have never wished that those things to get taken off. Yes it would be more comfortable for me, but not for others.

those people who complain about it just don't understand really, they are just self centric most of the time. (MOST of the time.)

i advice to everyone to just use the filter or scroll when something appears and you don't like it, please. It makes people's day easier.

just try to look less and less for an argument, really. When it's about THESE types of thing, that i wish people would ignore them more than anything, block even, that's a great option.

not mean to invalidate your vent with my talking and talking about myself! just wanted to explain why i said "what the fuck" to the sun wukong x reader !! since i think it's why you sent me this, or not. Again it's late and i have my period I'm kinda on the verge of going insane

But! You're completely right.

#I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS A BIG VOICE IN THE FANDOM??? DO PEOPLE OTHER THAN MY MOOTS AND WUKONG PFP KNOW ME???#HELP??#THIS IS NEW???#vent #<< not my vent!#and PLEASE be respectful of this person.

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gaymershigh · 4 years ago

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Hello, I'm Miri and I'm a twst writing blog but for like male and gn!readers only because there's barely any content for them. Here are some stuff you should read before requesting!

Read my carrd first before interacting!

I no longer take NSFW requests for the first years as it makes me feel uncomfortable as they're 17 this year, sorry! (I made an Epel NSFW hc before but I won't delete it as a lot of people seem to like the other character parts in it so ignore or read it if you want ^^)

This is a twst focused blog so don't request any other fandom no matter how well-known I am about it.

I only do Character x Reader requests, so no x OC or Character x Character, please! ^^;;

This is a x male/GN! reader only! I've barely see any x male reader content so I'll just do it myself then! No female reader requests, please!

If you don't specify the gender, it will automatically be male reader unless my stupid brain says otherwise :)

I do NSFW requests too! Though there is a fine line between BDSM and abuse.

I know this is obvious but tell me if you want it NSFW! If you don't inform me it's NSFW, I'll automatically make is SFW, you can request NSFW version of it though! Don't be afraid~

If I'm uncomfortable about a request, I'll tell you about it!

All requests about Cheka, Ortho, Grim and staff (Exclude Divus and Sam) are gonna be platonic!

Please be specific! I can't really write that well if it's just "Idia x reader headcanons" so if there's like, a prompt or a specific point then it'll be really helpful!

I do scenarios and headcanons so please tell me which one you want! If you don't specify, I'll automatically do headcanons!

I don't do songfics, I don't even know what they are!

Don't be TOO specific about your request when it comes to the reader's appearance however! If it's just "pink hair" then it's ok! I want everyone to enjoy my works without feeling left out!

Max 5 characters per request! You can request the same thing with different characters when I'm done writing your first request! This rule doesn't affect your request if you ask for a certain group (dorm leaders, dorm, 1st year gang, etc)

^^ I'm sorry I don't know what to write here.

This might clear things up easier than the rules since it's a goddamn mess that I won't clean up anytime soon ヾ(´▽｀;)ゝ

What I will write

Nsfw

Angst

Yandere stuff

Headcanons

Scenarios

Prompts (one day)

Kinky stuff

Mild gore

Some subjective topics (self harm, suicide, bullying, past trauma)

What I WON'T write

Overly surreal fetishes (scat, vore, etc)

Extreme gore

Non consensual smut (consent very epic y'all should know ok)

Very subjective topics ( human trafficking, pedophilia, necrophilia, drug cartel, etc)

Female readers (will write the request but change to gn! Instead)

Songfics (please tell me what that is)

Canon x oc

There might be stuff I didn't because I rather forgot or something very obvious but if you have any questions, feel free to ask!

In case you want to search or block! (•ᴗ•)💜

#miris chill room ❥ answering asks or just normal interactions with other users (sfw)

#miris thirst club ❥ answering asks or just normal interactions with other users (nsfw)

#miri on speakers ❥ announcements

#miris pure desires ❥ sfw confessions and thoughts about twst characters

#miris impure desires ❥ nsfw confessions and thoughts about twst characters

#miris lusty writings ❥ nsfw headcanons and scenarios, I usually put read more but my laptop isn't reslly tumblr friendly so there's chances it won't pop up (╥_╥)

#miri cares you ❥ writing with subjective topics, normal angst does not count.

#Shut it miri! ❥ twst spoilers, I will warn and try to add read more if laptop's not being a big hoe.

#miris respectfully looking ❥ reblogs that I appreciate but sometimes the name could be a little bit misleading..

#miris cringe memes ❥ cringy memes made by yours truly, most of these are just text type of memes-

#miris not sunshine happy moments ❥ rants. Like, very angry rants. I hope I don't make too many of these to avoid any unnecessary and useless fights.

That's all for now! I might update them later but for now I'll leave it at that! If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I won't bite~

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #writing #twst writing #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x mc #x male reader #x reader #x gn reader

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prettybillycore · 4 years ago

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Broken Hearted for Halloween; and Every Holiday After || Chapter Seven

Chapter Title: Late Night Talks and Handguns

Read on AO3

Series Summary: With Christmas time and the Snow Ball just around the corner, everything seems to be perfect for Antonia “Tony” Henderson and her long-term boyfriend, Jonathan Byers. That is until she finds out what happened between Jonathan and Nancy when they visited Murray…

Inspired by the song Season’s Greetings by Linneah

Pairing(s): Jonathan Byers x Henderson!OC and Steve Harrington x Henderson!OC

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: Jonathan’s a terrible boyfriend, canon-typical violence, protective!Steve, A bit of redemption for Billy

“Season greetings

From my broken heart

I've been dreaming

Of how lonely you are

Cause this winter

It's been a record cold year

I hope you're freezing

And fucking miserable there.”

- Linneah, Season’s Greetings

Tony fiddled with the gun in her hands, running her finger along the side of it. Billy was handcuffed to a heavy piece of furniture with the handcuffs Hopper had left behind. She was startled when he started to move. “Tony?”

“Thought you only called me Antonia.”

He huffed. “Why am I handcuffed here?”

“Because it’s just you and me here, and everyone wanted to make sure you didn’t do anything.”

He looked at the floor and sighed. “I’m sorry for Halloween. I get carried away when I’m drunk.”

Tony scoffed. “I’m assuming you weren’t drunk when you beat the shit out of Steve.”

He chuckled a bit, but he stopped when he noticed that Tony wasn’t laughing with him. “No, I wasn’t; I just fuckin’ hate the guy.”

“Clearly.”

“I really mean it when I say I’m sorry for Halloween, okay? And tonight. I’m easily jealous, but that’s no excuse for how I acted.”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “You’re… Jealous?”

Billy rolled his eyes. “Yes. Okay? I still don’t understand why you’d date that Jonathan kid in the first place and then go to Steve after he cheated on you.”

“Jonathan hasn’t cheated on me,” Tony snapped.

Billy raised his hands up. “Listen, you can believe whatever you want, but I firmly believe the guy is a piece of shit who cheated on his beautiful girlfriend with a girl who was in a relationship. Though, like I said, believe what you want.”

“What makes you think he cheated on me?”

Billy sighed. “He left the party with a drunk girl and never came back for you. That speaks volumes to me.”

“Doesn’t mean he cheated.”

“No, but really think about Tony. Do you think he’s completely honest with you? Do you really think he cares about you?”

“... No, but it’s not like you do either.”

“Look, I’m not the caring type, but you’re different from all the other girls in this shithole of a town, Tony. If you wanted me, you’d have me wrapped around your finger, but I can see that Steve already has you wrapped around his.” Tony looked at the floor. She set the gun down next to her. “The hell is the gun for?”

“Protection.” “You’re gonna shoot me?!”

Tony rolled her eyes. “Not from you, you idiot.”

“From the dog?”

“What?”

“From the dog? The one that bit you?”

Tony looked down at her leg. She cringed at the sight. “Yeah… From the dog that bit me.”

“What happened? Why was Max with you and Steve?”

Tony thought for a moment. She couldn’t tell him everything. “My brother was hiding a dog from my mom and me, but it attacked our cat and got loose. Dustin called his friends, and Max joined the search. We didn’t end up finding my brother’s missing dog, but another stray dog did find us… and he thought my leg looked pretty tasty, I guess.”

“Does it hurt?”

“It did, but now I’m pretty numb.”

Billy nodded. “Did it just attack you out of nowhere?”

“It did. It was going to attack Steve, but I got in the way.”

“You got that badly injured… trying to protect Steve Harrington?” Billy said with a bit of a laugh. Tony glared at him. He stopped laughing. “Where is everyone now?”

“Steve and the kids went back out to look for the dog, and the owner of this house is currently out on errands.”

“Who’s house is this exactly?”

“Jonathan and his family’s.”

“What the fuck’s with all the drawings.”

“His little brother Will has an active imagination.”

Billy scoffed. “You expect me to believe that?”

“Yeah. I think the drawings all have to do with the DnD game the kids are playing right now.”

“DnD?”

“Dungeons and Dragons.”

Billy laughed again. “That is the saddest thing I have ever heard.”

Tony crossed her arms over her chest. “I play DnD too, Billy.”

“I… maybe it’s not the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Tony laughed. The sound was like music to Billy’s ears. “Nice save shithead.”

A silence fell over the pair. They were pretty content in each other’s presence. “So, do you forgive me? For Halloween, I mean.”

Tony nodded. “Yeah, I do… But if you ever pull that shit again, I will kick you in the teeth.”

Billy chuckled. “Noted.”

#dnd #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fandom #stranger things fic #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x nancy wheeler #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington angst #stranger things steve #stranger things season 2 #fanfiction #fanfic #fanon #please read #please request

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morepokemonimagines · 5 years ago

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Finally Ready

Ya know what? Fuck it! This has been on my mind FOREVER now, and I need to get it out. I will be making this Piers x OC, and nobody can stop me! I know some people find Canon x OC stuff to be kinda cringe, but I honestly don’t care. Also, I don’t want to keep using “his girlfriend” and whatnot as a placeholder like I did in Fade In because that is kinda dehumanizing, and as a female, I’m not about that. Her name is Dahlia Westwood, and she’s very new to the world of relationships because past trauma has made her have trust issues that never allowed her to get that close with anyone before. She’s 19 (almost 20) and Piers is 24. This is going to be a NSFW oneshot about their first time doing the do and she will be a virgin in this because, again, trust issues. No, she is not based off of myself. Totally different life, different age group, different personality. The most “me” thing in here will be some personal experiences, because there are a lot of misconceptions out there about losing your virginity that I personally found to be untrue and they’re honestly annoying; I don’t want to perpetuate them. I hope ya’ll will give it a chance since I really did work hard on it, but it’s fine if you don’t want to. I’m trying to get Piers’ accent down (may have gone a little overboard with it since he seems to say “to” normal, but “ta” just seems to fit him better), but since I’m not from that part of the world, I don’t know if I’m doing it right. Feedback is appreciated especially on that. Also, let me know of any spelling or grammar errors so I can fix them.

He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t driving him crazy. He knew what he was in for when he asked Dahlia to be his girlfriend since they had become close friends beforehand and she had divulged information about her life prior to coming to Galar, but that didn’t make it any easier. They’ve been together for nearly half a year at this point, and he’s been taking things slow for her since he knows she’s never really been in a romantic relationship before; Hell, she’d never really made human friends until Marnie, that Hop kid, Victor, and Victoria. She’s well behind the curve when it comes to social things, so he doesn’t want to push things too far too fast. That being said, a man’s got needs. He outright refuses to seek relief in another while in a relationship with Dahlia; she’s got enough reason to distrust people as it is, and him cheating would likely do irreparable damage. Plus, he just wasn’t that kind of guy. He’s been taking care of the problem himself all this time, but he would really like to take their relationship to that next level. He wants to make her feel good and introduce her to a level of intimacy he knows she’ll enjoy. Not to mention that her unintentionally cute and sexy behavior has him chomping at the bit, but he’s not sure how to initiate it without freaking her out since she’s such a shy little thing.

Tonight, they were having a movie night, just the two of them. Marnie was staying in Postwick because she was having a sleep over with Victoria, meaning they had the whole flat to themselves. They were laying on the couch with him behind her snuggling her close and burying his nose in her jet-black hair; she always had such nice smelling hair... As the night went on, he found himself paying less and less attention to the movie, and paying more and more attention to his lovely girlfriend. Her commentary on the movie, her adorable giggles, her breathing, just everything about her. It wasn’t log before he felt his pants getting uncomfortably tight and his face blushed beet red. He tried to move his hips away from her rear as much as the couch would allow, but there wasn’t much room to work with. He was contemplating making an excuse to run to the bathroom so he could deal with the problem, but then she just had to readjust herself and press right into him. Being as starved for attention other than his own as he was, he couldn’t help but let out a pleasured gasp at the feeling. He slapped his hand over his mouth as quickly as he could, but it was far too late; she had heard him and she was now a lot tenser in his grasp than she had been just a second ago.

“Shit!” He thought. He was completely mortified at his slip in control. Even more than that, he was worried he had made her feel uncomfortable.

“P-Piers?” She stammered as she turned her head so her violet eyes met his light blue ones, her cheeks dusted red as well.

“Y-yeah?” He gulped, hoping by some miracle that she didn’t realize what just happened.

“U-ummm... Well...” Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red that was beginning to spread to her ears and down her neck as she broke eye contact.

He sighed in defeat. “Yeah, I know. Sorry ‘bout that. You was just bein’ so cute an’ all... I’m real sorry, love. I din’t mean ta do that, I swear.”

“I-it’s nothing to be sorry about... I should be the one apologizing...” She said softly. “I know it must be hard for you. Going so slow, that is...”

“It’s fine, love, really.” He said as he took her chin in hand and made her look him in the eye again. “All that matters to me is makin’ sure yer comfortable. There ain’t no need ta rush nothin’; I can be patient.”

Dahlia looked off to the side and chewed her bottom lip like she always does when she’s nervous. He was about to say something to try and put her at ease, but then she did something that shocked him. She turned herself around completely so her whole body was facing him and pressed her lips to his. It’s rare enough for her to initiate a kiss as it is, but the way she was pressing herself against him was something entirely new. His eyes went wide for a moment before they slipped shut with a groan as his arms snaked around her waist again to pull her even closer to him. She wove her finger’s in his hair, which he had left down for the day, and licked his bottom lip to ask for entrance. This level of boldness was totally out of character for her, but damn if it wasn’t hot as hell. He opened his mouth for her and she dove right in. It was still obvious that she wasn’t very experienced in this, but she was certainly improving. Not one to let her have all the fun, Piers started fighting her for dominance in the kiss, but the way she was kneading his scalp made it hard for him to get the upper-hand.

Eventually, the need for oxygen became too great to ignore and they broke apart. A string of saliva connected them momentarily as they stared into each other’s eyes and gasped for air.

“Where’d that come from?” Piers asked, still breathing heavily.

“I... I think I’m ready...” She said, her face flushing just about as red as his own.

“You think?” He questioned. “Lia, I don’t want ya pushin’ yerself for my sake! It really is fine! I can take care of this m’self no problem!”

The younger girl just shook her head and pecked him on the nose. “It’s okay... I-I want to.”

“Then how come yer shakin’ like a leaf?” He countered, feeling her body tremble against his.

“I-I’m just nervous is all!” She assured. “Maybe a little scared, but it’s gotta happen sometime, right?”

“It doesn’t gotta be right now though.” He said, removing her hands from his hair and holding them in his. “I want ya ta like this. I want ya ta be sure yer comfortable with it. Let’s talk ‘bout this first, ‘kay? What’re ya scared of?”

The girl gulped and looked away again. “W-well... Nobody’s seen me naked before... It’s a bit embarrassing... And... And what if I’m not actually as attractive looking as you think?”

The older man gave her a soft smile and kissed her knuckles. “Yer seriously worried ‘bout that? Dahlia, I don’t love ya for yer looks, though they’re certainly nice; I love ya for you, darlin’. Even so, I betcha look absolutely stunnin’; ya already do in my opinion.”

Dahlia smiled and looked at him again. “Thank you. I know, but I can’t help but be nervous about it...”

“That’s alright. Is there anythin’ else yer scared of?” He asked.

“Well... I heard it hurts the first time around...” She said, her voice getting a little shaky again. “If it does, then I want you to be the one to do it, but I’m still scared...”

“That’s a bunch’a rubbish, love! It don’t have ta hurt!” Piers assured. “Damn old bats spreadin’ lies to scare the youngins inta stayin’ in line. Then again, them old prudes prolly think foreplay’s a sin er somethin’, so maybe it did hurt for ‘em. Either way, it don’t have ta hurt much at all if the bloke yer with knows what he’s doin’.”

Dahlia smiled and nuzzled her cheek against the back of his hand. “I trust you. Please, I really do think I’m ready.”

“If yer sure about this, we’ll give it a shot.” He said with a loving smile. “But, ya gotta promise you’ll tell me if ya want me ta stop, ‘kay? No pushin’ yerself past what yer comfortable with, got it?”

The girl nodded and he shook his head “Not good enough, love. I need ya ta promise.”

“I promise.” She assured.

“Alright then.” He said with a nod. “Let’s get ta my room then. It’ll be more comfortable than this ol’ couch.”

“Okay.” The girl said as she got up from the couch.

Piers stood up after her and led her by the hand to his bedroom. He locked the door out of habit, but quickly unlocked it after realizing what he did. He didn’t want the girl to feel trapped, and he knew Marnie wouldn’t be home, so it was safe to leave it unlocked. He let go of her hand and contemplated turning on the main light for the room but figured she’d be more comfortable with a dimmer light source this time around, so he settled for turning on his bedside lamp instead before turning to face his blushing girlfriend.

“Right, first things first; the jumper’s gotta go.” He said, tugging slightly at the hem of her black pull-over hoodie, asking for permission to remove it.

Dahlia nodded and raised her arms over her head as he pulled the garment up so that it could be more easily removed. Piers smiled as she stood there in her favorite band t-shirt, some Unovan band, and her faded black skinny jeans. It’s not common for even him to see her without her hoodie on. She said she feels safer when she wears it; even made enough of a stink about it that she was allowed to wear on over her Gym Challenger uniform so long as it had her number and the Gym Challenge logo printed on the back.

“Good!” Piers said and then gave her a peck on the forehead. “Now, get yerself comfy on the bed. Middle’s best so we’ll have plenty a’ room.”

Dahlia nodded again and climbed onto the middle of the bed. She got herself situated on the pillows and looked toward Piers. Her face flushed beet red when she saw that he had already removed his own shirt. She’d seen him without a shirt before since he does like to lounge around at home without one sometimes, but this context was very different. She found herself shamelessly staring at his bare chest. Skinny as he was, he still has some muscle definition, and the dim lighting was exaggerating the lines that defined where one ab muscle ended and another began, adding a little extra definition to them. He’s not covered in tattoos like one would envision when she says that her boyfriend is a rockstar, not that she’d care wither way, but he does have a few. On his upper-right arm, he has his old Gym Challenger number, 061, and on the left side of his rib cage, he has Marnie’s name and birth date; he said that she was the first girl to ever steal his heart, so he wanted her name close to it, but having it right over his heart just didn’t look quite how he wanted and he ended up putting it there instead; Dahlia thought it was the cutest thing ever. Both tattoos were in simple black ink, no colors, and they stood out against his pale skin; they looked good on him.

Piers chuckled smugly “Like what ya see?”

Dahlia pouted and looked away as her blush spread down her neck again. Piers laughed and climbed his way over her, situating himself between her legs, so he could peck her cheek. She was so cute sometimes when she isn’t even trying to be.

“Don’t be embarrassed, love. I’m glad you do.” He said as he took her chin in hand made her look at him. “Yer still sure about this, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She confirmed with a shy nod.

“Well then,” he said as he started to lean in, “where were we?”

Not long after their lips connected, the kiss turned hungry and desperate. He’d been wanting this for so long that he was practically starving for it! He tangled one of his hands in her long hair while the other was frantically kneading their hip and his tongue was ravaging her mouth. At some point, he ended up rutting against her, causing her to moan into the kiss as she tangled both of her hands into his hair and tugged slightly. Eventually, he broke away from her mouth and she re-positioned her hands onto his shoulders as he peppered kisses along her jaw. He tugged her hair slightly to indicate that he wanted her to turn her head to the side and she complied with a breathy gasp. With better access granted, he went strait for her neck. He left kisses and licks at first, but those quickly evolved into nips and hickies. He knew he probably should have asked before leaving marks like that, but after all this time, he was going to allow himself this one instance of selfishness. Besides, if the way Dahlia was moaning and craning her neck so he could have even better access was anything to go by, it certainly seemed like she didn’t mind one bit. As he did this, his hands ran up and down her stomach under her shirt, brushing against the cups of her bra here and there. The feeling was strange and made Dahlia squirm a bit because it tickled, but she had no intention of stopping him.

Once he was satisfied with his work, Piers tugged at the bottom of her shirt. “Is it alright if I take this off?”

Dahlia was panting slightly with her head still turned to the side when she nodded and slowly sat up so it would be easier for him to remove her shirt.

Once the piece of clothing was gone, Piers bent down and kissed her collarbone before asking her if it would be okay for him to touch her. She gave a breathy but shy “yes”, so he started massaging her breasts over her bra and squeezing slightly every now and then. Dahlia eyes slipped shut and she put her arms behind her to support herself as she let out little gasps and moans from the feeling of it all. Those little gasps and moans got noticeably louder when his hands slipped under her bra so he could touch her directly, skin against skin. He’d been with both men and women before, but one thing he always loved about being with a woman was how soft their breasts were; he would never get used to it. It was like squeezing the best stress ball ever. After a moment of just kneading and massaging the soft mounds of flesh and not getting any signs from the girl that would indicate he crossed the line, he brought his thumbs and forefingers up to pinch and toy with her rapidly hardening nipples, causing the girl to cry out with a throaty moan. He continued to work like this for a little while and then decided she was worked up enough to be more receptive to the next step.

“Do ya mind if I take this off now?” He asked while nibbling on her earlobe and toying with her buds.

“Y-yeah.” She responded with a gulp of nervousness.

With permission granted, he reached behind her and unclipped her bra with relative ease. Once it was unclipped, he pushed on her upper stomach lightly as a silent instruction for her to lay down. Once she did this, he pulled the garment off of her. He got a quick glimpse of her bare chest before she instinctively brought her hands up to cover herself. He quickly snatched her hands up with his own and brought one up to his lips to lay a sweet kiss on the back of it.

“Now, now. We’ll have none of that, love.” He said in a gentle yet scolding manner. “Unless you’ve changed yer mind, that is.”

Dahlia turned her head to the side and started chewing on her bottom lip again, her face red as ever. “N-NO! I-I’m just embarrassed is all...”

“Ya ain’t got nothin’ to be embarrassed of, love.” He assured as he tilted her head back to look at him. “Yer stunnin’, just as I thought ya would be. I promise.”

He watched the tension in her shoulders relax then let go of her hands, allowing them to rest beside her before getting to work. He kissed her again, soft and sweet before licking her bottom lip to ask her to open up for him again. This kiss was a lot slower than the last but no less passionate as his tongue explored her mouth at a much more leisurely pace, rubbing against her own in an attempt to coax her into reciprocating; it didn’t take much coaxing. As their lips were locked, Piers’ hands made their way to her breasts again where they began to toy with them once more, causing her to moan and sigh into the kiss.

He broke away after a minute or so and kissed along her jawline again before making his way down her neck again. He stopped to nip and suck at the spots that made her the most vocal the last time he did this before making his way lower. Once he was at her breasts, he nipped at the top of her right one before moving that hand out of the way and letting his mouth take its place. He licked her perky bud a few times and felt her shiver at the feeling before engulfing it with his mouth and giving it a good suck. Dahlia let out the most delicious moan yet when he did that and threaded her hands into his hair again. While he continued his ministrations on her right breast, his left hand continued to knead and tweak the other while his right hand made its way down to unbutton and unzip her pants. He then switched sides and used his free had to unbuckle his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his own pants. Though he was still confined, the little bit of breathing room doing that allowed gave him instant relief for his throbbing member.

Once he was satisfied, Piers lifted his head from his partner’s chest and admired his work. She was breathing heavily with her cheeks dusted red and her eyes half lidded and dazed like she had been drugged with pure unadulterated desire. The side of her neck and her chest were littered with love bites that would surely be visible for days to come. He lifted his lower body from hers and tugged on the hem of her pants, ready to move on.

“These are next, if yer ready.” He said, hoping to the Distortion World and back that she wouldn’t back out now when they were so close.

Dahlia nodded and lifted her hips enough to make it easier for him to pull her jeans off of her. He slowly worked the obstructing fabric down her leg before removing them completely.

He smirked when he noticed the already well-formed wet spot on the front of her panties. “So wet already, Lia? Naughty, naughty.”

“Sh-shut up!” Dahlia snapped and looked away in embarrassment.

Piers chuckled at her adorable reaction and started rubbing her through the soaked fabric, causing her to trow her head back in a moan and arch her back.

“Ta think ya were so nervous before and see how turned on ya are now; it really gets me goin’, ya know?” He said in a husky tone and he leaned over her and started nipping her neck again whilst continuing to rub her sensitive bud over her panties. “Won’t be long now before yer ready for me. I can’t even put into words how excited I am to finally have ya all ta m’self. Yer so sexy I could hardly contain m’self. There were so may times I just wanted to throw ya on the nearest surface an’ have my way with ya. I bet ya’d like that now, huh?”

Dahlia moaned and grinded her hips into his hand in an attempt to get more of the wonderful feeling he was giving her.

“Use your words, love.” Piers said as he took her earlobe between his teeth and tugged slightly.

“Y-yes!” She cried out and arched her back more.

“’Yes’ what, love? Ya need ta be more specific.” He teased.

“Yes, I’d like that!” She whined. “I want it! I need it! I need you!”

“There’s a good girl.” He said as he kissed her lips and his other hand started making its way down her body, tugging at her panties once it got there. “I’m gonna get ya ready, but I need ta take these off now, ‘kay?”

“O-okay...” Dahlia said with another gulp as she lifted her hips again so he could remove the last barrier between herself and his hungry gaze.

He pulled her panties down to just above her ankles and she kicked them all the way off. He sat back on his knees and took in the sight of her, finally fully bared to him. She was gorgeous.

“So beautiful...” He breathed. “I don’t get why ya were ever nervous about me thinkin’ ya weren’t attractive, Lia. Ya look amazin’!”

The girl moaned slightly, just his compliments alone were hitting her right between the legs and making her even wetter.

“I’ll make ya feel real good, love. Bring yer knees up.” He instructed.

She complied, yielding to his demands without a hint of hesitation now.

He pecked her lips again before he started kissing and nipping his way down; down her neck, past her breasts, and down her stomach as he wrapped his arms around her thighs to hold them apart. She turned the reddest she had ever been when she realized what he was doing and snapped her head down to look at him. He looked her dead in the eyes as he nipped and sucked on her inner-thighs.

“W-what are you doing!?” She asked even though she knew full well what his intentions were.

“You’ll see.” He said with a devious smirk.

Before she had a chance to protest or hind her face in embarrassment, he dove in, taking her sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucking. She practically screamed out as she threw her head back and arched her back. Her hands clamped down on his hair, but she wasn’t sure if it was to push him off or pull him closer, so her pleasure addled brain just settled on tugging on his silky locks. He moaned at the feeling as he kept sucking on her clit, sending vibrations through her that had her seeing stars. He kept one arm wrapped around her thigh while the other unwound itself and started rubbing her inner thigh. Once he released his hold on her leg, her free thigh pressed itself as close to the side of his head as it could manage. He had to push the other one a little further away so his head had room to move as he released her clit and moved lower. Before she could complain, his dexterous fingers took over working on her sensitive nub while his tongue found its way inside of her core, causing her to cry out even louder than before as he eagerly lapped up her fluids. Within moments she was a moaning mess as her legs began to tremble. He lightly pinched her clit between his fingers, and that was the end of her.

“Piiiiiiiers!” She screamed out and accidentally pulled at his hair as her orgasm came crashing down on her and her mind seemed to malfunction, going completely numb to everything but the pleasure he was giving her. Sure, she’d touched herself before, but this was totally different and so much better.

Piers stayed where he was, catching as much of her juices in his mouth as he could and drinking them down like a fine wine. He moaned into her as he did this and the vibrations from it made her orgasm last just that tiny bit longer.

When she was done, Piers removed her now slack hands so he could lift his head and used the back of his hand to wipe the excess juices off of his chin. He sat up and looked at her blissed out state and decided it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her body still trembled slightly from the aftershocks of her pleasure, her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried desperately to catch her breath, her neck and chest were littered with love bites and her eyes looked like her mind was a million miles away. He sat there and watched her until she came to. Once she’d snapped out of her daze, he captured her mouth in another passionate kiss. She’d thought that tasting herself would disgust her, but it actually turned her on even more if that were even possible.

He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against hers so that he could look her in the eyes. “Arceus, I love ya so much... Yer perfect...”

“You’re not too bad yourself.” She responded with a breathy giggle before biting her bottom lip again. “U-umm... Do you want me to...? I’ve never don’t it before, so I don’t think I’ll be any good, but-”

Piers cut her off with a quick peck and smiled down at her. “Maybe some other time, love. While I would like that a lot, this is all about you this time around.”

“Well, that hardly seems fair...” The girl stated.

Piers chuckled and ruffled her hair. “Thanks fer bein’ concerned about me, but I’ll get mine soon enough. Now, I got one more thing I wanna do ta get ya ready, ‘kay?”

Dahlia gave him a questioning look. What more could he possibly need to do!?

Realizing what she must be thinking, Piers decided to explain his actions.

“What I just did was more ta relax ya than anything else.” He said. “Figured if I got ya ta cum, ya’d be less nervous an’ all that. Plus, it’d make this next bit easier.”

“Okay, what’s next then?” She asked.

“I wanna stretch ya out a bit.” He explained. “Yer prolly not used ta havin’ more than yer girly things up there. Stretchin’ ya out a bit before getting right inta it’ll make the change less... Drastic? Ya alright with me doin’ that?”

Dahlia nodded and waited to see what he’d do next.

Piers kissed her again while his hand made its way down her body to her dripping core. He spent a little time rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerve above her opening, causing her to mewl and squirm into the kiss, before working one of his long fingers inside of her. She tensed for a split second at the new feeling, but quickly relaxed again as his middle finger stroked her inner-walls and his thumb rubbed her clit. She moaned into the kiss as her breathing picked up speed along with his strokes. He added a second finger and she gasped and tensed up again, but this time for longer.

“Ya gotta relax, love.” He instructed. “Ya keep tensin’ up like that and it’ll only make it feel worse. Just take a deep breath an’ relax.”

The girl did as he instructed and it did make things feel better.

“Yeah, just like that. Good girl.” He praised as he started scissoring his fingers inside of her while continuing to rub her clit with his thumb, causing her to start making little moans and mewls again.

Once he felt he had stretched her enough, he switched from scissoring his fingers inside of her to curling them upward as he rubbed them against her inner-walls. He had a look of concentration on his face while he did this, as if he were trying to solve a puzzle or something. Dahlia was going to ask him what he was doing, but whatever he was looking for, he must have found it because a jolt of pleasure shot from the spot he just touched and spread through her whole body, causing her to gasp and then moan loudly as her back arched again and her hands dug into the sheets below her.

Piers smirked as he continued to rub and press on that spot while continuing to rub her clit with his thumb. “There it is. Hey, Lia, I heard ya talkin’ ta Sonia about gettin’ that birth control implant thing in yer arm like she did; did ya ever end up doin’ it?”

Dahlia didn’t even seem to hear him through the haze of pleasure because she didn’t answer him; she just kept moaning and squirming.

“If ya can’t answer me like this, then I’m gonna have ta stop so ya can. I need ta know this before we go any further.” He threatened.

Dahlia seemed to hear that loud and clear because her response was loud and frantic. “Y-yes! I-I did! Justbeforethechampionchip!Don’tstop!”

The last bit was all mashed together as she got closer and closer to the edge, but it was good enough for him since he got the information he needed.

It wasn’t long after he started doing that before Dahlia came undone again, screaming as her body tensed and shook before going slack as she tried to catch her breath. Knowing that this was probably the most relaxed she could be, he decided to move swiftly. He crawled off of her whilst she attempted to gather herself, and in one swift and fluid motion, he removed both his pants and boxers and climbed back on top of her, nestling between her legs again.

“Ya sure ya wanna take this all the way?” He asked, just wanting to get one more confirmation before he took her.

The girl nodded in the affirmative, but that wasn’t good enough for him.

“I wanna hear ya say it, love.” He said as he pecked her repeatedly on the mouth, nose and cheeks. “I wanna make sure this is really okay with ya.”

“Y-yes, Piers... I-I do.” She replied, looking him in the eyes.

Piers nodded and reached down between them to help guide himself into her. She winced and tensed slightly at the pressure that came from the head of his cock pressing against her opening,

“Shh... It’s okay, darlin’.’’ Piers soothed. “Ya gotta relax; it’ll be over soon... Deep breaths... It’s okay.”

Dahlia did as he said and did her best to relax as he started pressing into her again.

Suddenly, she let out a strangled gasp as he pushed his way past her opening and sheathed the first few inches inside of her. She certainly understood why it was called “popping your cherry” now, because the sensation was very much akin to some kind of pop. The pain wasn’t what she thought it wold be though; a sharp pinch for a fraction of a second, but that was it. Honestly, the worst part was the slight burning sensation from having her insides stretched so much, but even that wasn’t all that bad. It was just uncomfortable, but nothing more.

“Y-ya alright?” Piers asked sweetly, halting his movement until he got the go-ahead, though clearly struggling with himself to do so.

“Y-yeah, I’m good.” Dahlia responded. “It’s a little uncomfortable, but I can handle it.”

“That’ll go away soon enough.” He assured. “I’m gonna get in all the way, then ya tell me when ta start movin’.”

The girl nodded and gasped again as the man above her pushed himself the rest of the way inside of her, filling her in ways she never knew were possible. The feeling of it made him let out a long, throaty moan before resting his forehead on hers again, his long hair slipping off of his shoulders and forming a curtain around them. Being inside of her felt even better than he could have imagined, and the sound of him moaning like that was better than anything Dahlia could have imagined. He was breathing just as heavily as she was as he stilled himself within her. He knew he wasn’t going to last long this time around, but who could really blame him after all this time? He would just have to get her there quick for the sake of his pride, but that shouldn’t be too hard considering how sensitive she had been up to this point.

They stayed there, panting and staring into each other’s eyes for what seemed like forever, but was, in reality, likely no more than a few minutes. The intimacy of it made Dahlia’s heart feel like it were about to burst; she really did adore this man. She locked her lips with his again and buried her fingers in his hair before shifting her hips to indicate that he could move. This time it was Piers’ turn to moan into their kiss as he braced himself on one arm beside her head while the other reached down so he could grip her hip for leverage.

He started slow at first. Even though she had given him permission to move, he was worried about hurting her. He did everything he could to keep her from experiencing any unnecessary pain, but that’s not going to stop him from being careful, even if the slow pace was driving him up the wall.

“P-Piers!” Dahlia moaned as she pulled away for air. “M-more! P-Please!”

While saying this, she started moving her hips with his as she wrapped her legs around his lower back for leverage, trying to get more of the amazing feeling she was getting from their union. Her movements caused her to tug on his hair slightly as she moved, and he loved it.

Spurred on by her needy voice and her tugging on his hair, he started to pick up the pace. His heavy panting turned into pleasured moans that mingled with hers to make the most wondrous chorus either had ever heard; her higher pitched voice contrasting his in the most delightful way. He buried his head in the crook of her neck as he began working faster and faster, pulling out further and further each time and slamming back in with more and more force. His hot breath on her neck added another delicious sensation into the mix, and Dahlia started practically shrieking with pleasure. Her inhibitions had long since abandoned her, and his were nowhere to be found at this point either. All that mattered was this moment and the pleasure it was giving them.

“I-I fucking love ya!” He rasped into her neck. “I fucking love ya so much! Arceus, ya feel so good!”

“Ah! L-Love y-you -AH! TOOOOOOO!” Was all she could get out before her world went white as the strongest orgasm she’d ever had tore her mind apart.

“AH! THAT’S IT, LOVE!” He shouted as he rutted into her as fast as he could “THERE’S A GOOD GIRL! CUM FOR ME! AHHHHH!”

With that, he reached his end, slamming into her one last time and holding her as close as possible as he filled her with his release; the warmth of it and the knowledge of what it was would have been enough to make her cum again if she weren’t so exhausted.

Piers’ body shook as he collapsed on top of his equally shaky partner. If his mind were working right now, he’d be worried about putting all of his weight on her like this, but that wasn’t the case at the moment. Dahlia didn’t seem to mind though as she absentmindedly ran her fingers through his hair as she shivered and panted. It took all he had for Piers not to fall directly to sleep with her doing that.

Knowing that he would fall asleep if he didn’t move, he groaned as he withdrew from her heat and rolled off to the side to finish catching his breath. Dahlia didn’t seem to be holding up much better. He watched as her eyes would flutter shut before she jolted herself awake again and repeated. He was tempted to just give into sleep and leave the clean-up for the morning, but he knew what could happen if he did that, so he fought the urge and begrudgingly sat up.

“Come on, darlin’.” He said, nudging her to pull her back into wakefulness. “We gotta get ya cleaned up.”

“Don’t wanna...” She whined sleepily.

“Trust me, neither do I.” He said as he slowly slipped his legs off of the bed and pulled himself to his feet. “But, I don’t want ya getting a UTI or somethin’ because we decided to be lazy.”

Dahlia looked at him in confusion.

“I swear to Arceus, the sex education in Unova must be just as bad as bad as what we have here. Of all the things for them to skip, I’ll never understand why they picked this one.” Piers sighed as he scooped up the younger female and started stumbling toward the bathroom. “Ya might get a urinary tract infection if ya don’t get cleaned up properly after a good ol’ romp in the sheets. Blokes can too, but it’s not as common as it is with you lot.”

“Oh....” Dahlia said, embarrassed at her lack of knowledge. “I-I din’t know...”

“Most don’t.” He said, setting her down on the toilet and fetching some clean rags. “Only reason I know is ‘cause I had to tell Marnie ‘bout the ‘Delibirds an’ the Combees.’ I wanted ta be sure I did it right, so I read up on it quite a bit. I was pretty surprised at how much I didn’t know myself at that time.”

Piers handed Dahlia one of the rags after getting it wet at the sink and used the other to clean himself off. He tossed the rag in the hamper once he was done and headed out of the bathroom.

He looked over his shoulder back at Dahlia. “Yer gonna wanna pee before heading back to bed; ‘parently it helps. I’m gonna fetch us somethin’ to drink.”

As he passed by the bed, he noticed a decent sized red stain on his bed sheets; he winced at the sight of it. He knew there was a chance Dahlia would bleed when he took her virginity, but he was really hoping she wouldn’t. He didn’t care that his sheets were stained, those could be replaced if need be; he just felt bad about making her bleed. He knew that he did everything he could and that a lot of it was up to her own anatomy, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he had hurt her more than she had let on.

Since he had to pass by the laundry room on the way to the kitchen, he figured he might as well try and get the stain out of the sheet before it had a chance to set in. He sighed and removed the fitted sheet from the bed before pulling a new one out of his closet and getting it put in place. On his way to the kitchen, the threw the soiled bedding into the washing machine and started the wash cycle. Once that was done, he continued on to the kitchen where he got two water bottles from the refrigerator and then sleepily stumbled back to his bedroom.

Dahlia was already curled up in the blankets on her side of the bed, trying not to nod off. Piers sat down on his side of the bed and offered her one of the bottles, which she happily took. She twisted the cap off and quickly gulped down about half of the bottle. Piers slowly slipped his water and stared at the wall in thought. Noticing this, Dahlia set her bottle on the nightstand before scooting over to him so she could wrap her arms around his waist and nuzzle into his bare shoulder.

“What’s the matter?” She questioned.

“Nothing.” Piers assured, ruffling the girl’s hair. “How was it for you?”

“It was wonderful!” She said as she began laying soft kisses on his skin. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long for that. I was nervous for no reason.”

Piers shifted his legs onto the bed and turned to face his girlfriend with a smile. “If I said it once, I said it a thousand times; there ain’t nothin’ to apologize for, love. I wanted to be sure you were ready, so I wasn’t in any hurry.”

“ I really do appreciate that.” She said as one of her hands found his and intertwined her fingers with his. “Something’s bothering you though. What is it?”

The older man sighed and layed on his side, pulling the girl close to him and nuzzling into her hair. “I need ya ta be honest with me, love. No sugar coatin’ nothin’ just ta make me feel better. Did I hurt you?”

Dahlia looked up into his eyes and shook her head. “Not at all. I mean, there was a sharp pinch for a second, but that wasn’t bad. It was a little uncomfortable after that, like I said, but that was it. Why?”

“Well, I noticed some blood on the bed where ya were layin’. I was worried.” He admitted.

“Yeah... I noticed some blood on my leg when I was cleaning up...” She said, looking down in shame and biting her bottom lip. “Sorry about that... I probably ruined your sheet, and there’s probably going to be a stain on your mattress now...”

Piers gently took her chin in hand and made her look up at him again. He gave her one of the most loving looks she had ever seen before giving her a soft kiss.

“It’s not yer fault, love.” He said. “There was a chance of it happening. I was hopin’ ta avoid it if I could, but sometimes there’s just nothin’ that can be done. So long as I didn’t hurt ya, that’s all that matters.

Dahlia smiled and snuggled into his chest. “I love you.”

Piers pulled the blankets over himself and snuggled rested his head on top of hers. “I love ya too, darlin’.”

From there, it wasn’t long before they both drifted off in each other’s arms.

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Marnie returned to the flat around noon the next day to find it unusually quiet. Typically, Dahlia would be up by now and there was almost always a pokemon or two running about the place, but there was none of that today. She called out, but got no reply either. She shut the front door behind her and hugged Morpeko close as she cautiously made her way further into the flat.

She called out again as she approached her brother’s room in hopes of getting somebody’s attention, but still got nothing. She noticed that the door to Piers’ room was slightly ajar, which was unlike him since he liked his privacy. When she got to the door, she pushed it open a bit more and peered inside the dark room. Once she realized what she was looking at, she blushed and quietly closed the door before making her way to her room. Though both of the adults had been mostly covered by blankets, it was pretty obvious that they were naked because a fair amount of Dahlia’s back and Piers’ shoulders were visible. Marnie might be young, but she had gotten “the talk”, so it didn’t take much for her to put together just what went on while she was away.

#piers #piers pokemon #piers swsh #piers sword and shield #oc #piers x oc #gym leader piers #shameless #spicy #spicy stuff #this took longer than it should have #shoehorned in some education

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A Daughter - AU One Shot

ahhh, yes, the tea: so I was originally going to post some smut, but I’m slightly ashamed of myself for writing it, so here’s some fluff instead!

(But I will post it if you want me to 👀)

DISCLAIMER STUFF:

I write in an AU where there the Garthim Wars either haven’t happened, or are won by the Gelfling. It makes me happy, but if you prefer canon, please feel free to scroll past!

This is Canon x OC content, so if that’s not your thing, please feel free to scroll past! I’ve mentioned in the past that Gurjin and Kovina have a daughter, so I thought I would share her birth with you! She’s still without a name, though, so please leave any name suggestions you have below! Please note this is just writing for fun, I appreciate you taking the time to read my little projects! 💖

Kovina woke in the early hours of the morning to a sharp pain in her stomach. She groaned as she sat up in bed, rubbing her hand over her swollen belly in an attempt to soothe the pain. Her mind was foggy as she tried to register what was going on, struggling to shake the tiredness away. As she adjusted herself, she felt a wetness soaking her night clothes and the bedsheet beneath her. Panic set in quickly as she realised that her waters had broken and she was in labour.

“Gurjin,” Kovina called to her husband who was snoring next to her, shaking him by the arm gently.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice low and quiet, he was obviously still half asleep. Kovina cringed at the feeling of her wet clothes and then grimaced as another contraction started to come.

“My water has broken, I’m in labour,” Kovina said through heavy breaths as she tried to get through the pain. “I forgot how much this hurts.” Gurjin turned over, an eyebrow raised in confusion. He sat up out of bed quickly once he realised that Kovina was telling the truth, throwing on a shirt and pausing to rub Kovina’s back as she groaned when another contraction washed over her.

“Isn’t this early? I thought we had another unum left?” He asked nervously, worrying that there was something wrong. Kovina nodded, finally lifting her head to look at him as the contraction faded. He placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Please fetch someone quickly... I think I’m getting close to delivering,” Kovina asked meekly, standing up from the soaked sheets and slipping out of her stained clothes. She frowned as she reached for something a little bit looser and cleaner, “I cleaned those just yesterday.” She sulked as she kicked away the soiled clothes like a petulant child.

Gurjin hurried into the nursery and scooped their sleeping son, Nym, into his arms, wrapping a blanket around the toddler as he carried him outside in search of his sister. He navigated through Stone-in-the-Wood quickly, banging firmly on the door of Naia’s house. A few seconds later, Naia opened the door, a sour look on her face - presumably from being so rudely awoken.

“Sorry to wake you, I know it’s early but the baby is coming! Do you think you could watch Nym until Kovina has delivered?” Gurjin asked breathlessly, panic was starting to set in as he realised he would soon have 2 childlings. Naia nodded in understanding, taking her nephew in her arms and heading back inside as Gurjin dashed across Stone-in-the-Wood again, this time in search of his mother. Laesid answered quickly, barking orders at Gurjin to grab the necessary items before dragging him back to his own house.

“Kovina, are you okay?” Gurjin called out as he and Laesid entered his home, swiftly making their way to the small bedroom. Kovina had propped herself up against the bed frame and was breathing heavily as she tried to manage a stronger contraction. He rushed to her side as Laesid prepared towels and a bowl of water to clean the baby with.

“No, this is horrible and I hate it.” She replied through gritted teeth, moaning in pain as another contraction hit her again. Laesid rolled her eyes, propping Kovina’s legs into the right position. Kovina started pushing almost immediately, squeezing Gurjin’s hand with ferocity. Kovina moaned in pain again as the baby’s head started to become visible.

“Excellent, keep going!” Laesid encouraged as she helped her fully birth the baby’s head. Kovina pushed a few more times, using all the strength she had. The pain was now at its peak and Kovina gradually became more vocal as the baby’s shoulders started to appear.

Gurjin looked down as the tiny baby was born, its tiny wail filling the room. Kovina sighed in exhaustion, tears already running down her face as she heard the baby cry. Laesid laid the baby down on a large towel, giving it a quick look over before dipping a small cloth into the bowl of water and gently cleaning the shrieking newborn. Laesid smiled as she wrapped up the newborn, carefully handing it to Gurjin.

“Congratulations, son. A daughter.” Laesid said proudly. Gurjin felt tears run down his face as he held the tiny baby in his arms. Her skin was slightly paler than her brothers and her hair was fair, with faded chunks of green and blue running through it. The baby whined a little bit, but ceased its wailing for the time being.

“Remove your shirt and hold the baby to your chest,” Laesid instructed, glancing over her shoulder at Gurjin as she checked over Kovina, “skin to skin bonding is vitally important for newborns and their parents.”

“Hello there. Aren’t you so precious?” Gurjin said quietly, gazing down at the baby held safely in his arms. He did as instructed, using his free hand to unbutton his shirt and placed the baby in the open fabric, making sure the baby’s skin was flush against his own.

Laesid helped Kovina out of bed so she could lay some clean sheets for them. Kovina winced as she stood, being as careful as possible as she pulled some fresh, comfortable clothes on to crawl back into bed. Laesid made the bed quickly, gesturing for Kovina to climb back in.

“Rest up. You’ve delivered a little bit early, so you may need a few extra days to recover.” Laesid said matter-of-factly, collecting the dirty sheets and disappearing away into the kitchen with them. Gurjin sat down beside Kovina on their bed, still cradling the newborn. She was quiet now, her big brown eyes looking up at him.

“It’s a girl,” Gurjin said, contentment in his quiet voice. Kovina smiled, wiping away a stray tear. He placed the baby into Kovina’s arms so she could try to give the baby her first feed. The baby latched straight away, feeding happily. Gurjin stifled a small laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Kovina asked, a small smile on her face as she raised an eyebrow at him.

“Nothing, it just seems like both of our babies are incredibly hungry.” They shared a laugh, sitting in pleasant silence for a while as the baby fed. Gurjin had witnessed the birth of his childling and he felt incredibly grateful for it.

“I’m glad you didn’t send me away,” He started, lifting his hand to rub the baby’s cheek affectionately. “Watching her being born was an experience I’ll never forget.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” Kovina said, giving him a quick kiss.

Gurjin sighed as he leaned into his pillow, his eyes still locked onto the feeding baby in Kovina’s arms. Kovina put her head back slightly, closing her eyes for a moment. Her long platinum blonde hair was askew, with chunks of pale blue and lilac draped over one shoulder.

“Everything hurts.” She said bluntly, grinning as Gurjin laughed. Gurjin held up his bruised hand, showing it off to her.

“I think I took a little bit of that pain.” Kovina’s eyes widened and Gurjin laughed even more. Kovina reached out and took his hand in hers, placing a kiss over the bruise.

“I’m sorry!” She squeaked. Gurjin kissed her hand in return, smiling at her once he was done.

“No need to apologise. You gave me another childling. You’re forgiven.” He said sweetly, shuffling closer to her so he could gaze at their baby again. Kovina smirked as she studied the way he gazed at the newborn.

“She has you wrapped around her little finger already, doesn’t she?” Kovina questioned, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

“Absolutely.” Gurjin replied, his gaze never leaving the baby.

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