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Animal Farm: Wednesdays

Male Yandere Centaurs x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Noncon, big flaring centaur dick, a second big flaring centaur dick, general yandere behavior, belly bulge from semen and big flaring centaur dick, mentions of musk Word count: 1k (The long awaited third day of the farm harem series Animal Farm, the centaurs! The first fic, along with the others, can be found HERE.)

It was Wednesday. And Wednesdays meant two things. Tyrig and Fargrin. The two muscular centaurs that would be pounding you damn near senseless. By the end of the day, you knew from prior experience, you would scarcely be able to stand. Let alone walk.

After managing to pull yourself away from the dogmen you took a shower. You wiped the cum and sweat from your body. Not that it would matter... you would have a new layer of semen and musk on you soon enough. Evidently you took a bit too long because you were yoinked out suddenly by one of the centaurs. Tyrig.

You shivered as you were exposed to the early outside air with wet skin.

“Awe, are you cold? Don’t worry we’ll warm you up~”

He flung you onto his back and you had no choice but to grab his torso and get close for warmth and stability as he galloped over to the black-furred centaur Fargrin. His black fur and white hair looked pristine, as if he had just bathed as well.

They talked a bit and Fargrin trotted off briefly and came back with his blanket before draping it around you, covering you in his strong musky scent. Apparently they had decided against retrieving your clothing today.

You sighed and held the blanket tightly around you. You were plucked off Tyrig and placed on the comfy bench they had made for you.

“I am going to win this time for sure!” Said the blonde horse Tyrig.

Fargrin only responded with a short laugh.

This was their little custom. Every Wednesday the first thing they would do was have a race around the farm between the two of them. The winner got to be the first to bulge your belly with centaur cock and a massive load of cum.

As usual they were neck and neck the whole time. Fargrin managed to pull ahead at the last possible second. He came trotting towards you with a grin on his face. You climbed on him, knowing he would want a good run with you, always enjoying some outdoor time before a good fuck.

You clung to him tightly, your hands on his muscular abs, while he ran for a bit.

When he was ready to move on to love making he joined his fellow centaur and they took you with them into their dwelling, an upgraded stable-like building. Given all the comforts a human would expect, though everything was much larger to accommodate the inhabitants.

At least it was warmer inside.

You wanted to just get it over with so you took your place on the “sawhorse” A cushioned bench that had rests for your arms and legs. It brought you up to the perfect height for the centaurs to breed you.

“Someone’s eager,” Fargrin remarked with a smirk.

You let out a weary sigh.

“Just to get it all over with.”

Tyrig snorted as he watched Fargrin prep you.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to remain silent as Fargrin lubed up your entrance before starting the long process of stretching you out and warming you up before the massive invasion of his cock. He worked quickly, but carefully. Eager to slip inside you, but wanting to be careful not to hurt you. His cock came out of his sheath and smacked against his underbelly in anticipation. He knew you were ready when his hand and part of his arm could enter you without trouble.

When you were prepped he stood over you as you lay on the sawhorse and pressed his gargantuan cock against your entrance. You winced in discomfort, but it didn’t hurt very much at all. The side effect of all the monster-man semen was that it made you unnaturally stretchy and resilient. It was potent stuff.

Once you could take his full length he spared no time in beginning to pound you properly, his cock making a perfectly visible outline in your stomach as it bulged you out. His massive balls smacked into you loudly, stinging you a bit with each thrust.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he railed you. Tyrig watched with an erection, eager for his turn to rearrange your insides. Both of them chuckled at the perverted moans you let out as your body quivered in orgasm.

“Sh-shut up…”

You blushed deeply as Fargrin continued until finally his tip flared and his balls moved as he emptied them into you, the tip of his cock visibly twitching in your stomach before he eventually pulled out with a loud squelch. Cum came flooding out of you as he did so.

Okay Tyrig, all yours. Now it was Fargrin’s turn to just watch.

Tyrig had no need to prep you or use any amount of lube, the other centaur’s cum would work just fine to ease his cock into you. His cock drooled precum, hungry for your depths after watching the earlier spectacle. You blushed when an involuntary gasp left your lips as he mounted you.

“F-fuck…”

“Heh, you know you love it~”

You whimpered but said nothing in response. You didn’t trust yourself not to just moan incoherently if you tried to speak because at that moment he decided to pick up the pace. It wasn’t too long before you were panting and shuddering, your overly stimulated body trapped in the painful bliss of another orgasm.

“You’re such a lovely cock sleeve!”

He grunted he added his considerable load to what was left of Fargrin’s inside you. Your belly looked pregnant as your hole leaked musky semen all over the place.

You lay there limply. Too sore and sensitive to be able to move. They took you into the shower with them and cleaned you thoroughly, Tyrig pressed your face into his bulging muscular chest as the water rinsed the soap from your limp body. When they finished with that they made you some food and fed you lovingly.

That way you were well fed and cleaned. After all, if they wanted to put you through round 2 you had to keep your energy up and be clean so they could have fun getting you dirty again.

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You Can Have It - Chapter 4

Alpha!Feysand x Omega!Reader

chapter 3 | chapter 5 | series masterlist

Story Summary: You've been a baker for 75 years, and are finally moving on from the Winter Court to the City of Velaris to start your own bakery after your grandmother passes. After your grand opening, the High Lord and Lady of Night become daily visitors to your bakery for months, every day having your most popular pastry- one that increases fertility for a short time. All the while, the two alphas want nothing more than to call themselves yours.

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, nothing else I don't think

Words: ~7.4k

Author's Note: it's heeeereeeeeee aaaahhhhhhh RHYS AND FEYRE YESSS I hope you guys all like this chapter! And I can't wait for more cutesy lil interactions with them, all to start come the next update ☺️

18+ only pls

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The past month and a half had passed so swiftly, you could hardly believe it. Your days were filled with overseeing a few details of construction, and picking out every last piece of furniture that would be in your bakery, apartment, and garden. You and Mor went on lunch dates every Thursday, and most your other lunches were spent with Rella and sometimes Arana after shopping, or with Marcus between stints of supervising the construction.

Your dinners you spent alone most of the time, dedicating yourself to cooking every last recipe in your Night Court Favorites cookbook, enjoying your love for cooking as well.

The time you spent in your hotel room was either passed by reading the Healer of Time series that Gina had recommended to you, or creating your menu pamphlet for when you are finally prepped and ready to open your bakery.

It was completed already, and sent off to the printers for a custom metal press to be made. You had decorated it with a drawing of your bakery on the front, and the name Sparaiya Bakery. The rest of the pages were filled with drawings of your pastries, with the ingredients and, in some cases, added benefits next to them.

Construction had gone by quickly, and you could hardly believe it when finally, your large custom pink marble tub was flown onto the second floor of your bakery by three very strong Illyrians. It was a foot wider than your wingspan, and deep enough that you could float in it, and it also had pretty good veining done on it at your request. It was by far the most expensive piece of furniture on your second floor, coming in at 1,175 gold marks. But you didn’t care, you wanted your dream tub.

The most expensive thing in your bakery by far were your ovens, each one coming in at 2,000 gold marks with a lifetime warranty, and in a soft, pale blue. You have ten stoves in total, seven of them were against the wall separating the kitchen from the front room, taking up the expanse of it. Each are on an elevated platform so that you could see inside of them without needing to bend over. The other three were against the back wall of the building, slightly smaller oven sizes but with a stovetop on each of them, so that you were able to make the filling that some of your pastries require.

The kitchen was completely done at this point, as was the front room of the bakery. Your kitchen was decorated with the pale blue stoves as well as matching cabinetry with silver handles, and white marble countertops with silver veining. The wide window you had took up half of the wall in the center of it, allowing for more cabinets, as you would likely need them for all of your bakeware and ingredients.

The kitchen was exactly how you’d imagined it when you had envisioned it a month ago, as was the front room.

You had the cedar logs of bakery and it’s furniture stained slightly darker, wanting it to have the cozy feeling of a darkened cabin in winter. The log chairs and benches all had different shades of pastel cushions attached to the seats, and the backs of the chairs. The tables were beautiful as well, the carpenter, a kind beta named Oren, had done a fantastic job on all of the wooden furniture you had.

And the display cases Arana had made for you were lovely, two on each side of the wooden counter Oren had also made for you. Arana had made them of matching wood, with a glass dome on one side, and sliding glass doors on the back facing where you would be standing. The shelves were also made of glass, and you’d had Rella enchant them to be unbreakable, just in case.

There was also a counter running along the back wall of the front room, matching the counters in your kitchen, as well as having the same cabinets below.

Your fireplace- it was exactly what you had wanted, made of different shades of grey stone, and positioned on the left wall, even with the midpoint of the dining area.

Your front door had yet to arrive, but the artist working on it was bringing it by in the next week.

The upstairs was nearly finished as well, your bathroom, personal kitchen and bedroom were all fully decorated. Your bathroom and kitchen were both done in a soft, baby pink color, matching the marble of your tub perfectly. You had a small round dining table, perfect for four, made by Oren in the same stained wood as everything else. In front of your fireplace on the right hand wall, you had a matching couch placed parallel to it, and two chairs placed of to the sides and slightly in front of it, with end tables on either side of the couch.

And your bedroom was absolutely perfect, your nest filled with blues of nearly every shade, with white and silk thrown in every now and then. So many pillows, you have so many pillows. Back in Winter, you had been so focused on your grandmother that you hadn’t even truly settled back in, and your nest was one of the things you had consistently neglected.

But not anymore. From now on, you would honor your omega’s wishes, perhaps even find an alpha who would treat you right in the next few years.

You had a few bookshelves lining a wall of your room as well, and you were determined to fill them all in the next three years with books you’ve read while living in Velaris.

Everything about your apartment upstairs was perfect, you couldn’t have been happier with any other turn out.

And truly, the main thing left for you to do before you could declare your bakery’s construction complete is your garden. The enchantments are complete, including ones to keep the planters waterproof to avoid any possible leakage, as well as keeping the air crisp and humid for your soon-to-be plant babies. You have yet to fill the planters already in place with dirt, or pick up the plants from Winter though.

But that was your main goal for the next week.

You had finally moved in the night before, after Marcus had given you the all clear. Your bill with him came out to be 120,000 gold marks, and every single one of them was well spent, as you had your perfect bakery and perfect apartment.

You had woken up this morning and made tea for yourself in your kitchen, and stared out at the lovely view you had from your massive window. There were a few younger fae out already, skating along the Sidra. It had yet to unfreeze, the temperatures had stayed low ever since you had arrived in town.

You almost felt like winter was holding on a bit tighter, just for you.

You finished your tea and breakfast around nine, then got ready for the day, dressing in one of your new winter dresses, this one in a soft pink, with delicate silver flowers embroidered along the hems of your sleeves. You threw on a white scarf, hat, and mitten set, then made your way down the stairs, and out the of what will soon be your front doors.

You were planning to find a florist this morning, as well as find a garden supply store so that you would be able to visit Viviane later in the week.

Rella had told you of a nice florist who was on the south side of the Sidra, just west of the Palace of Thread and Jewels, so you were making your way there.

The streets were rather slick this morning, so you took your time in getting to the florist’s shop, as Mor had said, there was nothing quite like eating shit before a meeting or going somewhere- which you’d had more than your fair share of in the past month and a half, running around town so often.

Finally you reached the shop, painted a sage green on the outside, and there was a garden along the side of it that you could see wrapped around to the back as well.

You walked inside, making sure to stomp the snow from your boots before you entered. At the counter was a beautiful high fae, with lovely light golden brown hair in a messy bun atop her head, a few strands escaping it and framing her gorgeous face.

“Hello,” you said with a wave as you made your way to the counter. “My name is Y/N, Rella told me that you’re a florist?” You asked hesitantly.

“Rella sent you? That was so sweet of her, make sure to tell her thank you for me, Y/N! My name is Elain, it’s lovely to meet you.” She stuck out her hand, and you got a lovely breeze of her scent, jasmine and honey- another omega. You took her hand, surprised at the grip that the delicate looking fae had. “Did you need a florist for something?”

You nodded your head, answering “Yes, I’m opening a bakery in the next couple of weeks, and I was hoping you would be able to supply seasonal flowers every week.”

“Yes, I should be able to do that. Do you have a color scheme in mind at all, or just the seasonal aspect?”

“Jus the seasonal flowers, any color combination will be lovely, I’m sure.”

Elain smiles at you, her soft chocolate eyes crinkling at the edges slightly. “Very well, Y/N. Do you know how many bouquets you’d like weekly, and a price range?”

“I suppose I’d need…” you thought on how many tables you had inside of your bakery, as well at the mantle of the fireplace. “A dozen bouquets every week, I believe. And price wise… I’m not really sure, do you have a set type of plan?” You asked, feeling unsure.

“Yes, for a dozen bouquets my base price would be around 25 gold marks a week, and for slightly larger bouquets or more rare types of flowers, it could get up to double that.”

You thought about it for a moment. “I think that I’ll let you choose whichever flowers look best together, but I don’t need very large bouquets.”

Elain pulled a contract from beneath her counter, along with a quill and pot of ink. She wrote in the details of your request, then slid the paper over to you.

You read it over, then signed it and slid the page back to Elain. You handed your bank card to her, and she pressed it to her ledger before passing it back to you. “Alright, you’re all set up to start your deliveries, when you know the exact date just come back and let me know, okay?”

You nodded your head, then finally looked around the rest of her shop. There were large bags filled with dirt, gardening tools, large displays of seeds, and even a few types of planters on display. “Oh, you sell gardening supplies too? That’s perfect!” You said, happy to have likely found everything you needed to complete your garden.

“Yes, we even have carts that you can borrow or purchase to take everything home,” Elain said, already moving from behind the counter. “Are you starting a garden, as well?” She asked.

“Yes, just a small one for a few plants and herbs I need for my baked goods,” you replied, already moving to look at the types of dirt she had on offer.

Perfect. Elain already carried dirt from the Winter Court, exactly what you needed for your plants.

“I’ll take- oh, I think ten bags of the Winter dirt, please,” you said, hoping that it would be enough to fill up your planters. “And I’ll purchase a cart as well, that will probably be handy for just about all of my shopping for the bakery,” you said with a chuckle. Elain brought a cart over, and the two of you loaded ten large bags of dirt into it.

You also grabbed a few different sizes of hand shovels and a couple of watering cans, putting them into your cart.

“Is that everything you’re needing today?” Elain asked as you approached the counter once more.

“Yes, Elain.” You handed your bank card over, and tucked it back into the collar of your dress once she gave it back. “Thank you so much, I’ll see you in a couple of weeks,” you said, moving to push your cart through the front door.

“Did you need any help with your garden at all?” Elain asked before you left.

“Not at the moment, I just need to fill my planters with dirt today. But in the next week I’ll be transplanting some things from the Winter Court,” you replied, and her brown eyes lit up.

“Would you like some help?” Elain asked brightly. “I’ve been so bored during the winter, there’s not much to tend to, I’d love to help you out,” she said, with so much hope in her voice you couldn’t refuse.

“That would be lovely, Elain. I’ll come and get you once I have the plants back here, alright?”

Elain beamed at you. “Sounds like a plan, Y/N. I’m free all of this Wednesday, if that would end up working for you. If not, I’m sure I’ll be able to slip away for a little bit,” Elain suggested.

“I’ll try and get the plants here by Wednesday, Elain. Thank you again!” You said as you pushed your cart into the outdoors.

Luckily, the cart seemed to be enchanted to have the snow speared from its path, and you made it back to your home without much trouble.

Now the hard part: getting all of the dirt upstairs and into the planters.

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It took you a few hours to finish the planters off, and you were more than ready to wash the dirt from your skin by the time three in the afternoon rolled around, but you forced yourself to write a letter to Viviane, asking to come and grab the plants Wednesday morning before you did so.

You ran hot water in the tub, then let it fill up while you stripped your clothes from your skin and placed them in your laundry bin. You slipped into the tub, loving how your wings were able to sink beneath the water comfortably as well.

It was the first time they would have a proper wash in over a month, and you were looking forward to how soft and fluffy your feather would feel afterwards.

Taking your time, you spent over an hour in the bath carefully washing the first and debris from your wings, refilling the tub once so you could rinse clean. Afterwards, you wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel, one that was so soft that you had bought all of your towels from the same vendor, even for the bakery, in varying shades of blues, pinks, and purples.

A reply from Viviane had landed on your desk while you were bathing, confirming that she would pick you up in front of Mor’s townhome at eight on Wednesday morning.

You’d considered buying baking supplies and bakeware today, but after the hauling of dirt you were too tired, and nothing sounded better than getting a takeout from Sevenda’s and curling up on the couch in front of your fireplace with the third Healer of Time book.

But getting Sevenda’s would require going outside again, and going across the Sidra…

You had the ingredients for the chicken curry you had made on your second night in Velaris, and that, you supposed, would be less daunting of a task than leaving your home.

You got dressed in a soft sweater dress, another recent purchase of yours, and let yourself read for a half an hour on the couch, until your stomach was growling at you to loudly to continue ignoring. Fine. I will make the damn curry.

You stood up from your couch and went into the kitchen, chopping and stirring and waiting until finally you had your dinner. Your cooking skills had improved in the month and a half since you’d made this recipe, and you could tell in the taste of the curry.

Seated at the table, you read while you ate, so lost in the gripping story that you hadn’t realized you were done with your food until you ate a spoonful of nothing.

“Oh,” you said to yourself, then got up and rinsed your bowl out. You were so tired already, and it was barely six in the evening.

Today would be a good day to start getting back into a baking sleep schedule, if you were so tired already… And then you would be able to get up bright and early in the morning, make yourself some breakfast, then head to the Palace of Bone and Salt to buy enough baking supplies to make each of your recipes three times, to make sure you still have all of the techniques you need down pat before your grand opening.

Grand opening. You could hardly believe it, you’re so close to your dream becoming a reality, and it’s been almost nothing but fun the entire journey.

That was definitely in part to the wonderful fae you’d met in Velaris, each one that you worked with you helpful and friendly. You truly couldn’t have asked for a better start to your new life here.

You allowed yourself to read until seven thirty, then forced yourself to get into bed.

It took a little while for you to fall asleep, even with being tired, but soon enough you drifted off, thoughts filled with bags of flour and the pastries you would make tomorrow.

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Picking out your bakeware took you longer than expected.

Did you want glass or metal bowls? Pink or blue ceramic? Wooden utensils or metal utensils? You were so indecisive, trying to choose between whatever you liked most and trying to have a color scheme- but then you realized it doesn’t matter, all of them will be used for the same purpose.

And if you love all of your bakeware, then who cares if they don’t match?

So you’d gotten possibly double of everything that you needed, but that would just make it easier for you to do more batches or different things at once in the future. And you’re fine with that.

You’d carefully made your way home, trying your best not to break any of your new dishes.

Your only casualty was a cute mixing bowl you’d picked up for your personal kitchen, it was pink with little duckies all around it. You would get another at some point.

It took you two hours to have everything arranged the way you wanted, and immediately after getting your kitchen set up you went out again pushing your cart back to the Palace of Bone and Salt to get your baking ingredients. That shopping trip took you a bit over an hour, and by the time you got home you were tired once more, but more than ready to start baking again.

You had never gone much over a week without baking, ever since you were six years old. You felt like apart of you had been ripped away, until your hands finally sank into dough once more.

It was magical, how happy baking makes you. You baked for the rest of the night, probably eating far too many pastries for dinner, but you don’t care, because they’re pastries you baked, in your bakery.

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Two days later, it was Wednesday, and Viviane had picked you up as promised.

“So, how’s Velaris treating you so far?” She asked as the two of you were on your knees in the greenhouse, working to free the last of three hornberry bushes you needed.

“It’s been amazing so far, the change of pace as been absolutely wonderful, and getting closer to the grand opening of the bakery I’m getting more and more excited! And everyone has been so kind so far, I feel so welcome.”

Your four combined hands finally pulled the bush out of the ground, and you carefully placed it in the cart holding the rest of your plants.

“That’s so great to hear, Y/N. I’m glad you’re settling in well, you deserve it after all you’ve been through,” Viviane said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Did you need any other plants, dear?”

You looked over the cart thoroughly. “Nope, that’s all I need Viv. Thank you so much!”

“Of course, Y/N! You know this section of the garden practically belongs to you, right? You and your grandmother are the reason our birth rates and overall health as a court have gone up. If you need anything else from here, just write me again, okay?”

You nodded, smiling gratefully at her. “Oh, by the way, the money you gave me was far too much,” you said, and Viviane opened her mouth to speak. “But it is very much appreciated, Viv. It’s made getting the bakery perfect so easy.”

Viviane grinned at you. “I knew it was the right choice, telling you once you were already in Velaris,” she said with a laugh.

“That’s true, I would never have accepted it,” you agreed, chuckling along with her.

The two of you stood from where you were kneeling, dusting the dirt from your dresses. “Are you ready to see my bakery?” You asked, holding your arm out for Viviane to take.

“I have been since before it was built, Y/N,” Viviane replied, taking your arm and winnowing the both of you back to Mor’s townhouse. “Lead the way, dear.”

The two of you trekked back to your bakery, taking longer than usual with the cart’s wheels snagging on the snow.

“Oh, Y/N, it’s perfect!”

Your front doors had been delivered yesterday, perfectly depicting the change from dawn to day to night while snow falls over the Sidra, more beautiful than you had thought it could be.

“Isn’t it?” You asked dreamily, still slightly disbelieving that it was real, even when you’d been living here for the past five days. “Come on, let me show you the inside,” you said, unlocking the doors and dragging the cart inside after Viviane had entered.

“This is so cute! I wish you were open right now, I’ve been dying for one of your hornberry tarts. Leo does a good job, but I don’t think he’ll ever get them perfectly like yours, Y/N,” Viviane said, referencing the pasty chef you’d trained before moving.

“Well, if you come back for the opening or any time after, I’ll make sure you get a few to take home with you. I’m sure Kallias would like some as well,” you remarked with a smile, recalling how fond the High Lord was of your pastries.

“He’ll probably join me once you’re open, he won’t say it but I know he misses your baking. He does this cute little pouty face whenever something doesn’t taste perfect,” Viviane said, always ready to talk about her alpha. “Well, I’d better get going Y/N, I have a few meetings I need to get to, but let me know when your opening is and I’ll do my best to stop by.”

“I will, Viv. Winnow safe, okay?” You said as the two of you hugged, taking in one last breath of her calming snow and cranberry scent.

“I will, dear. Have fun planting!” Viviane said, winnowing away after giving a little wave goodbye.

You immediately set to taking the plants upstairs as quickly as you could, wanting to get Elain over at a reasonable hour.

It was eleven thirty when you finished, each and every last plant taken up the spiral staircase and placed next to the planter it would be replanted in.

You washed your hands, then put your winter wear on and headed into the city, going straight for Elain’s shop. When you arrived, the door was locked, so you knocked loudly on it. Elain came to the door a moment later, already dressed to leave the indoors.

“Lovely, Y/N, I’m so glad you could make it today!” Elain said excitedly, locking her shop up behind her. “And I get to see your bakery, I’m excited for that too!”

The two of you made your way to your bakery slowly, the two of you appreciating the people milling about as you walked.

“This is a gorgeous bakery you’ve got, Y/N,” Elain said once the two of you were standing in front of it, you unlocking the door.

“Thank you, Elain,” you said, swinging the door open and letting Elain inside.

“Oh, the inside is so adorable! Now I have such good ideas for your bouquets, after seeing the space. I’m thinking a blue flower in every weeks bunches, keep the winter theme going a bit.”

“I love that idea, Elain, that’s perfect!” You led her to the kitchen and up the stairs, and she rushed towards the garden.

“This is amazing! Who did your enchantments?” Elain asked once she was in the garden, the air even colder than it was outside.

“Gabrella, in the Palace of Flame and Steel,” you replied, joining her in the garden. “And this is my little garden,I’m excited to get everything planted. And please, don’t feel obligated to stay at any point, though I do truly appreciate your help.”

“I love to see new plants, and I’ve never seen any of these before. I’m guessing they’re native to the Winter Court, with the dirt you bought and the climate you’ve got here,” Elain said, hitting the nail on the head.

“You would be right, Elain. I use all of them in my pastries. All of them are pretty easy to plant, just make sure their roots are covered and then water them until the soil is completely soaked,” you informed Elain, already kneeling in front of one of the planters.

The two of you got to work, Elain watched you plant one of the bushes before moving to her own, planting it with expert hands.

As you worked, the two of you spoke of your lives, mainly your hopes for the near future. You spoke of your bakery, how excited you were to see it finally in action, and how the people of Velaris would react to your business. Elain talked about her mate and alpha, Lucien, and how they were hoping to have children soon.

“We’ve been trying rather vigorously,” Elain tittered, and you blushed along with her.

“Well, I cannot promise that it will work for sure, but I do make a fertility pastry with these berries,” you say, pointing to the spiky berries on the hornberry bush that you were currently planting. “We have seen a significant increase in births the Winter Court over the past five years, though that could be due to the end of everyone being imprisoned.”

“Anything at all that will help, we’ve been trying for the past five years with no luck so far. As long as it tastes decent, I am willing to try anything, I’ve wanted to be a mother for so long,” Elain said, sighing after she did.

“I believe they’re rather delicious, but you’ll just have to see for yourself,” you laughed.

Within two hours, you and Elain were sitting back on your hands, looking at your now completed garden. “Thank you for your help, Elain. Would you like to go to lunch with me?” You asked, wanting to thank her in some way other than words, and you had a feeling she would turn down any monetary payment you would offer.

“I would love to, Y/N. Did you have a specific place in mind?” She asked, already getting to her feet. You followed her up, then lead her over to the kitchen sink to wash the dirt from your hands.

“There’s this great noodle place on the west end of the Palace of Hoof and Leaf, if you’re interested? Or we can go someplace else, if you’d prefer,” you offered.

“Noodles sound great,” Elain said, smiling softly at you.

“Noodles it is, then.”

🤍🩵🤍💜🤍

Lunch with Elain was nice, and you walked her back over to her shop before heading home. The two of you had gotten to know each other better, and you were happy to know that you might already have three omega friends in your new city, very different compared to your sold one in Winter- Viviane.

When you got back to your home, slightly surprised to see Marcus outside of your doors.

“Ah, Y/N, there you are!” He said, walking over to meet you. “I was… I was hoping that I could ask you something.” For the first time since you had met him, Marcus sounded nervous.

“Go ahead.”

“Well, I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me- on a date?” He asked.

You hadn’t seen it coming. You’d enjoyed his company, yes, he was fun to talk to and nice to be around.

“I… uhm…” you started, unsure of what to say.

“Look, there’s no strings attached, if you hate it halfway through, or even right when I pick you up, we can act like it never happened, hmm?”

You considered it for a moment. Would it really be so bad to go on a date with a handsome, friendly alpha?

“Okay, yes, I’ll go out with you. What night were you thinking?” You asked, looking up at Marcus nervously.

“Would tomorrow night at six work for you?”

You nodded your head. “Yes, tomorrow would be fine,” you respond. “I’ll see you then.”

“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow night at six, Y/N,” Marcus said before departing from you with a wave, leaving you to slink inside of your bakery and contemplate what had just happened.

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“You’re going on a date with Marcus? Oo, tell me what you’re going to wear!” Mor said excitedly, clapping her hands together.

“Just a dress and some tights, Mor, nothing fancy,” you said after swallowing your bite of salad.

“Well, at least tell me you’re excited for the date?”

“I guess so.” Mor stared at you, disbelief in her eyes as she chewed the last bite of her sandwich. “What? Marcus is nice, really nice, I just don’t feel any kind of spark towards him, that’s all.”

“At least give the male an honest chance, alright?” Mor asked of you before paying for the tab. “I’ve got to run, but next week you will tell me all about the date, yes?” You nodded your head. “Good. I’ll see you next Thursday, have a good date today doll,” Mor said, pressing a kiss to your cheek before leaving the restaurant.

You finished your salad, then walked the short distance home from the restaurant in the Palace of Hoof and Leaf.

Perhaps you should be getting ready excitedly at this point already, but you knew in your heart that you wouldn’t find that spark with Marcus. After all, you’d known each other nearly two months at that point, and you’d never looked at him as anything other than a friend.

But you supposed that going on a date, even one that you know you won’t go out with again, could be fun.

So you baked for a few hours, then took a long bath to make sure their was no flour left on your body. Getting dressed was easy, you simply slipped on one of your old favorites, a cute pink wool sweater dress that goes to your knees and some warm tights. You put on a little bit of eyeliner and a tiny bit of lipstick, but it only took you ten minutes to get ready. It was only five thirty.

You picked up your book and read, already on the fourth book of the series. By five fifty five, you had on your winter wear and boots and were downstairs.

Marcus knocked on the door exactly at six, looking handsome as usual.

“Shall we go?” He asked, extending an arm to you.

You took it, then said “Yes, lead the way Marcus,” with a gentle smile.

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The date was fun, that was true. But you felt no kind of connection with Marcus besides that of a friend. He seemed to sense as much when he dropped you off at your door later that night.

“I had a wonderful time tonight, Y/N.”

“I did too, Marcus, but…” you trailed off, unsure of how to say it.

“But you don’t feel the connection?” Marcus asked, and you nodded in confirmation. “It’s alright, I had to take my chance, right? An omega as amazing and wonderful as you, well, you’re a catch to any alpha with eyes and ears, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Marcus. And I’m so sorry, I wish it could have worked out. You truly are a magnificent person, and I’ve loved getting to know you over the past two months. Friends?”

“Friends,” Marcus confirmed, giving you a brief hug before pulling away. “I’ll see you at your bakery’s opening, when was it again?”

“It will be next Friday, I’ve decided,” you declared brightly, glad that things with Marcus could still be pleasant.

“I’ll see you next Friday, Y/N,” Marcus said before walking away, leaving you on your doorstep once again.

You sighed and headed inside, going straight up to your bedroom to get undressed and wash your face. After you had, you flopped into bed, wishing that you’d been attracted to such a kind, helpful alpha.

But you’d find someone, at some point. You would meet at the right time, the perfect time, and everything would fall into place from there, you were sure of it.

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“It didn’t go well, did it?” Mor asked as you sat down across from her in the noodle restaurant.

You sighed. “No, it was a fine outing, just not a good date,” you said. “I did have fun with him, there just isn’t that connection there, you know?”

The two of you ordered quickly when the server came over, then went back to your conversation.

“Are you sure you don’t want to give it one more date?"

You nodded your head. “I’m sure, Mor. There’s no point to it, if I haven’t felt any kind of attraction in the two months we’ve known each other.”

It was Mor’s turn to sigh. “Okay, okay. Do you have any other alphas that you might like to date?” Mor asked, wiggling her brows at you.

“None that I can think of Mor, you can tell Viv that I’m happily single at the moment.”

Your food arrived then, and the two of you tucked into your food, both of you humming happily at the taste.

“So, my bakery opens tomorrow,” you said after a few minutes of comfortable silence while eating, and Mor quickly swallowed her current bite.

“Tomorrow? Oh, that’s so exciting Y/N! What time do you open? I’ll try to get there near then, but no promises, I might be sleeping in.l

“That’s fine, Mor, I’m opening at seven so I don’t really expect you to be awake at that time,” you laughed, knowing that the alpha was the opposite of a morning person.

“Mother no, I would never be up that early for anyone,” Mor giggled. “Have you sent out flyers or anything yet?”

“Yes, I had some pamphlets printed up with the menu, they’re being distributed around town as we speak!” You said brightly.

“That’s good, that’s good. I hope everything runs smoothly, Y/N, you deserve it after all of the hard work your put in.”

“Thank you, Mor. I just hope that people like my pastries.”

“Y/N, just based on that little sampler basket you brought me at the beginning of the week, the people here will go nuts over your bakery,” Mor reassured you.

You had brought a basket of pastries to every person that had helped you in starting your bakery: Mor, Marcus, Rella, Arana, Oren, and the stained glass artist, Wren. You’d actually brought five baskets to Marcus’s office, enough so that he could have a basket of his own, and plenty left for the crew that had worked so hard to bring your dream together.

“Thank you, I’m glad to hear that. I hope that you can make it tomorrow, I believe that Kallias and Viviane will be stopping in later in the day, so long as nothing pressing comes up.”

“I’ll look forward to seeing you and them tomorrow, then, Y/N,” Mor said as she gave you a quick goodbye hug, her citrus and cinnamon scent washing over you again.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mor,” you said with a smile, managing to get your bank card down on the bill first.

You walked home alone, knowing that you needed to make sure everything was in order for the next morning as you went, taking a little longer to savor the warmth of the sun. It had started to warm a little bit, and most of the snow was cleared from the streets at this point.

You used your three hours before your self imposed bed time to check everything twice and make sure you had enough ingredients for everything you needed to bake in the morning, as well as plenty of tea and coffee for people to drink.

Your time to sleep went by too quickly, and soon enough it was four in the morning. You took a quick bath, then donned a comfortable lilac dress with a back scooped low enough for your wings to be free, something you’ll want as you will most likely be spending the next fifteen hours working in the kitchens and the front of house.

Finally, you thought, so happy that your grand opening is finally here.

You rushed downstairs, turning on the fae lights so that you could see your work.

Most of the pastries were done proving, and ready to go in the oven. You had plenty of your winter berry jams ready to go, all you need to do is make more dough and get it proving.

You spend the next two and a half hours working quickly and efficiently, the rush that baking on a large scale gave you fueling you on, faster than ever before.

You had just finished stocking up the pastry display cases, medicinal on the left and typical pastries on the right, when Elain showed up at the front door, bright eyes and perfect hair even at the early hour, You rushed over to unlock the door, opening it to let the sweet fae inside, and you flipped the open sign over as you shut the door.

“It smells absolutely wonderful in here Y/N. Lucien is bringing the rest of our family around, I made them all promise to show up after they devoured that basket of pastries you delivered to my house,” Elain said, shaking her head lightly at them. “I was able to try that hornberry pastry thought, it was divine. Tell me you’ve got plenty ready to go?” Elain asked.

“Oh yes, I’m already thinking it will be my most popular pastry, I’ve got two dozen ready already and another five dozen in the process of being made,” you reassured her, already going behind the counter to grab her a pastry and place it on a plate. “Here you go, and if you ever want to take some extras home, just let me know,” you said with a smile, loving that she immediately took a bite of the pastry.

“Seriously, these are so good,” Elain said, right as a crowd of people pushed through the front doors.

In first was a red headed male, who made his way straight to Elain, placing a kiss on her cheek and swiping the pastry from her fingers. Lucien, presumably.

Next in was a tall, bulky Illyrian with hazel eyes, holding hands with a beautiful fae- Nesta?

“Y/N?” Nesta asked, making her way over to your counter after she met your eyes. “I didn’t know you were the one Elain was working with, what a small world.”

You nodded your head, meeting her strong steel grey eyes. “Yes it is, I didn’t know that you were related to Elain, either. It’s nice to see you again, I’m hoping I can make it to that book club of yours in the next couple of weeks,” you said.

“That would be nice, Y/N."

“Introduce me,” the large Illyrian said after gently nudging Nesta, having followed her over.

Nesta rolled her eyes, a small but affectionate smile on her lips as she said “This is Cassian, my mate.”

Cassian stuck his large hand out for you to take, and when you did his hand practically swallowed yours. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Now, am I allowed to order right away or should I wait a little bit?” The alpha asked, eyes already turned to the pastry cases.

“You can order right now, if you’d like,” you responded, letting him look over the options for a moment.

“Oh, Nes, we are so getting the hornberry pastries, remember that little promise that you made to me?” Cassian asked, turning his mouth to Nesta’s ear, whispering something that made the fae’s face turn beet red before she nodded. “We will take two of those, plus three croissants.”

You handed them their pastries on a large plate, telling them “Bring it up here when you’re done, or if you need a to go bag.” They left the counter, Nesta still blushing profusely, even when they sat down.

You looked back to the door, seeing Mor and another Illyrian next to her, this one with shadows swirling around him, occasionally dipping into his ears. They moved over to the right side pastry case, peering through the glass at what you had on offered. You glanced away from them and back to the door, and that’s when you saw them-

The most devastatingly beautiful male and female you had ever seen, power thrumming off of them in gentle, soothing waves, and their combined scents washed over you- citrus, sea, jasmine and lilacs. A perfect, heart stopping blend of two alpha scents that set your mind and body on fire in the best possible way. You felt so awake now, so present as you stared at them both, trying to memorize their faces as quickly as you could.

This. This is the feeling you wanted to feel when you went on a date with someone.

The couple moved closer to you, and Mor introduced them.

“Y/N, this is Rhys and Feyre, our High Lord and Lady.”

Oh, Mother, you are so fucked.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Feyre said, extending two beautifully tattooed hands to grasp yours. “Mor has told us so much about you, it’s nice to finally put a face to her kind words.”

Your heart nearly stopped, you were sure of it. “It’s lovely to meet you as well, High Lady-”

“Oh none of that, please call us Feyre and Rhys,” Rhys said, his strong voice pulling your eyes away from Feyre’s hypnotic ocean eyes. His were just as mesmerizing, violet with flecks are stars in them, just as beautiful as his mate’s.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Rhys and Feyre,” you corrected, your hands still captive in Feyre’s.

“Alright you two, stop hogging my friend, I’d like to have one of her delicious pastries for breakfast,” Mor said, breaking the spell the two alphas had over you, and you finally looked away from Rhys’s eyes to lock onto Mor’s.

“Did you know what you wanted, Mor?”

“Yes, I’ll have one of those cute little cheese danishes, and a cup of coffee with some cream please.”

You nodded your head, then set to grabbing Mor’s order. With your head turned from the group, though, you couldn’t help but close your eyes.

You are so fucked. They are mates, they are a couple, you will never have them. Remember that, you thought to yourself, before turning around, Mor’s coffee and danish in hand

Mor tapped her bank card to your ledger before you could stop her, sticking her tongue out at you. “You can’t make me not pay, Y/N, I just won’t do it,” she said while smiling at you, then left the counter to take a seat in front of the fireplace, where Elain and Lucien were now sitting.

You turned your head back to the couple that you knew would stay in your thoughts for days, maybe even weeks to come. “Did you two know what you wanted?”

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[ryugeniee]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ 𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙮 - 𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙯 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙨 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

(Based off the c.ai bot- mochidoll)

18+ minors do not interact!!

Tw: fem! reader, tension?, light angst

Chapter 1:

Dim, golden light glossed over everything, the air heavy with exclusivity. Cruz shifted awkwardly by the racks, clearly out of place, her jaw set as she trailed behind you. “C’mon,” you teased, nudging her side. “I need an opinion, not your sulky face.”

She grunted, gaze dropping to the dark chocolatey oak floor as you plucked a champagne-colored dress off a rack. “Looks expensive,” she muttered, her voice gravelly, but you just smiled, tugging her toward the dressing room.

The room was cozy—too cozy. A cushioned bench sat beneath a gilded mirror, and the faint hum of air conditioning mingled with the distant shuffle of other customers. You stepped behind the curtain, leaving Cruz seated stiffly, her boots creaking against the pristine floor. The rustle of fabric drew her attention, her ears perking at the faint sigh you let out. The sound sent a strange tightness through her chest. She tried to focus on her hands, rough and calloused against her thighs, anything but the mental image of you slipping into the dress.

Then you stepped out. *Fuck*

The dress clung to your frame, silk catching the golden light with every shift of your body. Her breath caught, chest tightening as her gaze swept over you. “So?” you asked, turning slowly, the hem brushing softly against your legs. “You look…” Her voice faltered, and she cleared her throat, her accent thickening. “Really good.” Cruz’s jaw tightened. “Amazing, jesus” she muttered, her voice rough and unsteady.

Your fingers drifted up to the strap of the dress, brushing it lightly as you toyed with the fabric. Cruz’s gaze locked on yours, her breath hitching. The way you looked at her—soft, searching—made her pulse hammer in her ears. “Don’t,” she murmured, her voice low, strained. “Not here, please.”

The words hung between you like a wire pulled taut. Outside, footsteps echoed, and someone cleared their throat. Cruz stood abruptly, her movements jerky, like she needed to escape.

“I need air.”

Cruz’s departure hit like a cold slap against the warmth of the room. The gilded mirror reflected your stunned expression, the golden glow of the space suddenly feeling more like a trap than a retreat. For a moment, you stood frozen, the weight of her words settling over you. Rushing to put your heels back on.

The door to the dressing room creaked faintly as you pushed it open, stepping out onto the lush carpet. You spotted Cruz through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the front of the boutique, her silhouette framed by the muted cityscape. She stood with her back to you, her hands jammed deep into her jacket pockets, her broad shoulders hunched against some invisible weight.

The sales associate smiled politely as you passed, but you barely registered her. The air outside bit at your bare arms, the silky dress no match for the cool evening breeze. Cruz didn’t turn at the sound of your approach, but you could feel the tension radiating off her like heat from a flame.

“Cruz,” you said softly, stepping closer.

Her head tilted slightly, acknowledging your presence without looking at you. “You shouldn’t…” She paused, her voice raw. “You shouldn’t do that.”“Do what?” you asked, though the question felt naive even as it left your lips. Her head finally turned, her dark eyes locking onto yours. There was a storm in her gaze, fierce and unrelenting. “Make me want something I can’t have.”

The admission cracked the air between you. For a long moment, neither of you moved, the city humming around you like static. Then, without thinking, you reached out, your fingers brushing her sleeve. She flinched, like your touch burned, and you pulled back quickly.

“Why not?” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the distant hum of traffic.

Cruz laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. “Because you don’t know me. Not really.” Her hand came up to rub at the back of her neck, her stance restless, like she wanted to run but couldn’t quite bring herself to. “I’m not who you think I am.” You frowned, confusion and something sharper cutting through you. “Then tell me who you are.”

“I can’t.” The words were a knife, sharp and final.

The silence stretched, heavy and unrelenting. The world beyond the boutique seemed to fade, the golden glow of the citylights painting both of you in soft shadows. “Cruz…” Your voice wavered. “You keep saying I don’t know you, but you never let me try.”

She exhaled harshly, her hand dragging through her hair. “You don’t get it. I don’t get to have this. Not with you. Not with anyone.” Her voice cracked on the last word, the vulnerability slipping through before she could cage it.

And then she turned, walking away before you could say anything else. Pain lanced through your chest, the cool breeze suddenly biting at your skin. The golden glow of the boutique seemed distant, the world outside continuing to move without you. Cruz's words echoed in your mind. "I don't get to have this."

You stood frozen, your heart in your throat. The city thrummed around you, as if mocking your silence. The idea of letting her walk away felt like a hot iron pressed against your flesh. You'd never been one to chase anyone, let alone someone as closed off and guarded as Cruz.

But this was different. Cruz wasn’t just anyone. She was an enigma wrapped in contradictions, magnetic even in her resistance, and somehow she’d gotten under your skin in a way no one else had. Letting her leave now felt like losing something you hadn’t even fully grasped yet—a future, a possibility, a truth hidden beneath all her layers.

Before you realized it, your feet were moving. “Cruz!” you called, your voice cutting through the hum of the street. She didn’t stop, didn’t even flinch, but you kept going, your pulse pounding in your ears as you caught up to her. You grabbed her arm, forcing her to turn. “Don’t do this,” you said, your voice trembling but firm. “You don’t get to decide this for me.”

Her eyes flashed, dark and conflicted. “You don’t understand,” she said, her voice sharp and desperate. “You can’t understand. I’m not—” She broke off, her jaw clenching as she looked away, her free hand curling into a fist.

“Then make me understand!” you pleaded, stepping closer. “I’m standing right here, Cruz. I’m not going anywhere. But you have to let me in.”

Her shoulders sagged, the fight draining out of her as she stared at you, something raw and unguarded flickering in her expression. For a moment, you thought she might say something, but then she shook her head, pulling her arm from your grasp.

“I can’t,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not safe for you. Not with me.”

Her laugh was bitter, hollow. “Everything. Losing you. Hurting you. Hell, even wanting you is dangerous.” She raked a hand through her short hair, her movements jerky and uncoordinated. “You don’t know the kind of life I’ve lived. The things I’ve done. You think this—” She gestured between the two of you. “—is some fairytale waiting to happen? It’s not. It can’t be.”

You stepped closer, your voice steady despite the lump in your throat. “You’re wrong,” you said. “I don’t care what you’ve done, Cruz. Or who you think you are. I care about you. I see you, whether you believe it or not. And I’m not afraid.”

Her lips parted, her breath catching as she stared at you, the walls she’d so carefully built starting to crumble. For a heartbeat, you thought she might let them fall completely, might let you in. But then she turned away again, her voice breaking as she said, “You should be.” And this time, when she walked away, you didn’t stop her.

The weight of those words sat heavy in your chest, a stone sinking deeper with each passing second. Afraid of what? Of her? Of the life she hinted at but never revealed?

You hugged your arms around your torso, the cool silk of the dress doing little to fight the cold. The boutique's golden light felt like a mockery now, a bubble of warmth you couldn’t quite step back into. Your thoughts swirled as you stared at the direction Cruz had gone, her silhouette swallowed by the city’s chaos.

“Ma’am? Is everything alright?” The boutique attendant’s voice broke through the haze, polite but distant. You nodded automatically, the lump in your throat keeping you from speaking. But everything wasn’t alright. Nothing about this felt remotely okay. Cruz’s words, her pain, her stubborn refusal to let you in—it all churned inside you, a mess of anger, sadness, and something deeper. Something more dangerous.

You turned back toward the boutique, your feet heavy. As you stepped inside, the golden glow felt almost oppressive now.

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Later that night, wrapped in the warmth of your apartment but still chilled to the bone, you found yourself replaying every moment with Cruz. Her guarded looks. Her hesitant smiles. The way her voice softened just slightly when she forgot to hold herself so tightly. She was a puzzle you wanted to solve, a locked door you couldn’t help but try to open.

And then there were her words. "You should be afraid." They weren’t a threat. No, they were a warning. Cruz wasn’t trying to scare you off; she was trying to protect you. From what, you didn’t know. But the thought only fueled the fire in your chest.

You grabbed your phone, hesitating as your fingers hovered over her number. The weight of her secrecy pressed against your better judgment. But when had you ever listened to that? You typed out a message, short and direct: “You don’t scare me, Cruz. But whatever it is, I want to know.”

You hit send before you could second-guess yourself, the weight of it settling like a stone in your stomach. Minutes passed, then an hour, with no response. The silence was deafening, and just as you started to lose hope, your phone buzzed.

Her reply was a single line: “Meet me tomorrow night. Warehouse 18. Come alone.”

Your heart jumped, equal parts anticipation and dread curling in your chest. Whatever Cruz was hiding, tomorrow, you’d find out.

Writers note: Will hopefully continue this story depending on how well it does!

[sizzleissues]

Continued Speak my Language just a slight bit if anyone’s interested.

Edit : Got an Ao3 link now <- Both one-shots up

Again, base idea by @nervousbelieverstarfish

Hold On (1407 words)

She was always quiet at first. They’d find their spot at the back of the school library; the classics section that no one was ever in unless they wanted privacy and set up there. After the first day when they had found the main area too bright and too echoey to bear, they’d (well he’d) dragged a couple chairs into the more shaded section and staked their permanent claim. They’d sit in the seats they always sat in, Marinette facing him and the bookshelf and Adrien facing the pathway down. It would take five minutes of gentle prodding to get her to speak more than a couple words. Then there was no silencing her. 

That trait of hers made it so often they'd end up sitting on a bench outside the school after being kicked out for disturbing the quiet. Depending on the day she'd be mortified into silence or dedicated to getting even louder. 

Adrien didn't mind one bit.

After two weeks of finding themselves stranded outside, Marinette surprised him.

“So, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to mine instead, to tutor me? We can be as loud as we want in my bedroom and it's not too far from your house.”

Adrien shut the French book he'd been showing her and placed it between them. Going to her house was definitely closer to being friend friends then school friends. (Which was already a step up from tutor and student but he'd allowed the change because it would be awkward otherwise.) The voice inside him told him to make something up about not being allowed but that didn’t really make any sense. He wanted to say yes and he was already allowed to stay late at school to tutor her, why not at her house?

“Sure,” Adrien said. He felt a lot lighter all of a sudden. Had his self-imposed isolation really weighed on him that badly? “That sounds perfect.”

“Great! We can walk there after school tomorrow.”

Marinette stood with a grin on her face, picking up her school bag and books. 

“Say that in French,” Adrien said. Her smile dropped from her mouth but her eyes still remained lit. She pursed her lips in thought and then produced after a few seconds of thinking;

“Good. We will walk there after school… tomorrow!”

“You’re getting better!”

“Because of my excellent mentor.”

-

“You live over a bakery!”

Marinette looked behind her shoulder at him to where he’d stopped in his tracks. She laughed and went back to unlocking the door.

“My parents own the bakery.” She pushed the door open and stepped for Adrien to walk into a small stairwell, his mouth hanging open. They’d walked right past the customer entrance to their private one but from a brief glance he could tell it was popular. How had she not mentioned this? If it were him that would be the first thing he’d say. 

“That’s so cool.”

She led him up the staircase into the apartment above the bakery and then quickly through it up to her attic bedroom. The smell of baked goods chased them up the entire way and he realised why Marinette always smelt so good, it was the scent of fresh bread and cinnamon. 

Her bedroom was far enough away to allow for its own aroma, something floral and sweet to match the pink decor. It made perfect sense that a room like this belonged to Marinette, it was everything she was and more. A little chaotic with clutter but with a purpose to its madness, soft with cushions and plush furniture that invited him to relax. There were magazine cut outs along the walls from different fashion lines as well as what appeared to be her own designs pinned beside them. She walked past it all, clearing off the love seat at the back of the room for them to sit on. 

“We can sit here. Ignore the mess,” Marinette said. 

Adrien sat down, placing his bag at his feet. He was in awe of how much personality she’d crammed into her one room when all he’d managed to have done to his room of fifteen years was stick up a Ladybug poster a week ago and call it a day.

“Your room is amazing.”

Her cheeks turned a light pink as she turned away. Perhaps he’d sounded a little too amazed.

“I tried to make it feel like my room in China but it feels like it's missing something.” She crossed to the other side of her room and pulled her desk chair back with her to sit on.

“Why’d you never mention that your parents owned a bakery before?”

“It didn’t really come up. Before my parents met my Papa ran a bakery here but he closed it to move to China with my Maman.”

He couldn’t imagine how that might have felt. He didn’t have much to close up and leave behind. Not anything that would care if he left anyway.

“Marinette?” Someone called, followed by the trapdoor swinging open. A large man with an impressive mustache stuck his head through it, a tray filled with treats carried in his hand. This must be her father. Her father’s eyes landed on Adrien, seated politely on his daughter’s love seat, widening slightly. Had she not told her parents? 

“Papa! Out!” Marinette dove across the room. She grabbed the tray from his hands as a teasing smile started to spread across her father’s lips.

“Is this your boyf—.” 

Marinette slammed the trapdoor shut, forcing her grinning father out. She lay on top of it and looked back to Adrien with an embarrassed expression.

“Sorry about him.”

“Boyfriend?” He said it without meaning, mulling over the logical conclusion to M Dupain’s words. Boyfriend was definitely a bigger step up than friends. He couldn’t tell how that word felt in his mouth but it wasn’t a terrible taste. He could see it suiting him one day.

Marinette turned pink, scrambling up to her feet before falling down again.

“I don’t think you’re my boyfriend! I was just talking about our lessons to my Mom and he misunderstood. Mandarin's his second language so sometimes we speak too fast for him and he made a completely incorrect assumption. I corrected him but you know how dads are, they’ll take any chance to tease you. Please don’t be freaked out.”

But he didn’t know how dads were. Gabriel was only his in name. Marinette kept talking but Adrien stayed with that thought for another while. 

He became aware of how quiet it had gotten when Marinette whispered his name.

“Adrien?”

“Eh-. Sorry. Y-your fine, I wasn’t bothered by it.”

Marinette frowned. He must have missed more than he’d thought. She sat across from him, kneeled down and looking up with her brow lightly pinched. Her hands flexed against the material of her jeans, a habit of her’s he’d grown to notice. 

“You look really zoned out. Was I speaking too fast again?”

“No, no. I could keep up. I’m just-.”

“What?”

Adrien bit down on his lip using the moment of pain to ground himself again. He wouldn’t shut her out too, she didn’t deserve it like Gabriel did. 

“I don’t know what ‘dads’ are like.”

“Oh? I thought-.”

“I have a dad.” He interrupted. “It’s my mom that’s gone but her death sort of took him with her. He’s different now.”

“Do you miss him?”

Adrien didn’t answer because he didn’t have one. No one had ever asked if he missed his dad. Only his mom and only with their eyes downcast and their voices lined with pity. Marinette didn’t hide like that, there wasn’t a trace of pity to be found in her voice. Only a question.

“Yeah. I do.”

Something hot rolled down his cheek. 

“Oh, Adrien.” 

She reached toward him, locking him into her arms. Her head slotted perfectly onto his shoulder, the scent of her hair filling his senses. Of course she used blueberry scented shampoo, the obviousness of it nearly made him laugh. Then he cried some more as he realised he hadn’t been close enough to someone to smell their shampoo in a while. He tightened his arms around her back.

Marinette pulled back for a moment and he saw a thought flit past her eyes. A slight shake in her watery smile that he nearly wanted to chase. But it wasn’t the right time and she wasn’t the right person. 

“You can have my dad if you want. While you wait for yours.”

“I think I will.”

-

I said i was busy but this had already been partially written weeks ago so forgive me! This is just another kinda fleshing things out thing. Again playing a bit more into the movie canon but show stuff does apply.

Little reference to their alter egos (well just Ladybug) so I’m going to explain it a bit and I want to write another one shot delving into how their dynamic works in this AU.

I imagine the miraculous act as universal translators. Marinette is hearing everyone in Mandarin and they’re hearing her in French but she doesn’t know that. Opposite for Adrien. So it gives a bit more a reason for Marinette to like being Ladybug because as Ladybug she’s accepted and understood by everyone.

Most of the movie stuff happens with Adrien using Chat Noir to be the person he suppresses and Marinette to be the person she is without difficulty. They both find freedom in it now while they face the pressures of being heroes.

Ladynoir is still Ladynoir-ing in ways I’ll hopefully get to write about.

Also as you see I’m trying to flesh out Adrien daddy issue angst. I imagine that he grieves his father in much the same way as he grieved his mother but Gabriel is someone who still haunts him. So while talking about his mother makes him slightly annoyed because it’s such a done topic to him now, his father is an ongoing issue.

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: AFAB!reader Character: Eustass-godsdamned-Kid Kink: #8 Breeding #17 Degradation/Humiliation Prompt: #1 "Beg for it." Gift Giver: @death-threats

Summary: Eustass Kid made a custom breeding bench. Far be it from you to not utilize it as much as possible.

Content Notes: breeding, degradation, humiliation, bound onto a breeding bench, vaginal fingering, gender neutral pet names, degradation (use of whore), swearing and dirty talk. I LOVE writing Eustass, this ran a little long and got dirty >.>

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You pull against the leather cuffs holding you to the bench specifically designed for you. Not that Eustass Kid puts it that way when he binds you to his adjustable handmade leather breeding bench. He’ll assert that since it’s adjustable, it’s for everyone. Never mind that the thing’s default settings fit you like a glove.

It leaves you perfectly exposed and accessible, while also keeping you comfortable. No pinched nerves, no poor circulation, nothing that makes it difficult to stay on the bench for extended periods of time. You were 99% sure you could fall asleep on it and suffer no ill-effects.

Maybe tomorrow you’d test that theory.

Kid’s hand wandered over your body, eliciting little hums and gasps of pleasure from you. You liked the bench, liked what Kid did to you when you were on it. Liked that the two of you got along the way you did.

“Look at you all needy and greedy.” He muses, landing a heavy slap against your ass that shoves you forward a little on the bench. You swear from the initial impact, and then stick your tongue out at him, wiggling your ass in response.

Eutass’ eyes go wide for a second and he leans back.

“Beg for it.”

“B-beg?!” You ask incredulously. “Bitch, you told me to strip and get on the bench!” You bark.

“I did, and you gleefully stripped yourself down to nothing and hopped right on up.” He grins, rubbing his hand over the red mark on your ass and making your body shiver a little before he cracks you just as hard on the other cheek.

“I can just leave you here. Let Killer unlock you in an hour or something.” He threatens. There’s a smile on his face, but that tone in his voice isn’t fucking around.

You chew your bottom lip for a second before you lower your head to the cushion of the bench and raise your ass a little. “You know you wanna fill me up as much as I want you to. It’s already wet and ready.” You say with a little song in your voice.

“That’s pretty bland beggin’, mouse.”

You groan in frustration. You didn’t mind begging, especially not for the things that Eustass could do to you, but he hadn’t even played with you. Begging while you were still in your right mind was embarrassing as hell, and you didn’t need him to know how much it affected you.

That you’d gotten this far without him sorting it out had been a small miracle. You could give him a safe word, but you didn’t want to. It wasn’t that kind of uncomfortable, and if he talked you through it, you’d just end up embarrassed and bothered anyway.

The end result was going to be the same, so you figured it was better to just give in.

“I… hrrrrm, fuck.” You put your face against the bench. “Please, Eustass. Spread,” you look away you can’t meet those golden eyes. “Spread me open and m-make me-.”

“Mouse.”

Shit.

Kid comes over and crouches down at the front of the bench, turning your face toward him and waiting until you look him in the eyes. The grin on his face is pure evil.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me what you want me to do to you.” He commands, tilting his head and waiting for you to look back at him.

You can feel your body heating up. The leather of the cuffs and the bench squeak softly as your body shivers with need. You can feel the embarrassment rushing to your face, nearly ringing in your ears as it makes you needier.

“Fuck me, please.” You say softly, eyes on his lips before you manage to pull your gaze up to meet his eyes. “Break me on this bench Kid. Breed me.” The words are barely more than whispers of air, but you’re doing your best. “Fill me up until… until I’m leaking your c-cum for a week.” You manage. Your lip is trembling, your breath’s coming out heavier and you can almost feel your body sinking into a euphoric state.

“My, my, mouse.” Eustass nearly hums the words. “You are losing your fucking mind like this. Humiliation really turns you on, huh?”

Closing your eyes, you shake your head. “N-no.”

“Mm, care to try that again while looking at me?” He prompts, tilting your face up with a single finger under your chin. “If you can even open your eyes with that painfully embarrassed look on your face.”

You force your eyes open and nearly suck in a breath at the look he’s giving you. “Eu-Eustass… please.”

He leans forward, holding your face in place as he pushes a hot and rough kiss against your lips. You can’t help the squirm of pleasure that runs through your body, and you moan into the deep kiss. You can feel Kid grin against the kiss, his tongue fucking with yours for another moment before he leans back.

“All the ways you’re my kind of twisted, little mouse.” He muses softly, patting the side of your face before he gets up and stands between your legs. You can feel him rubbing his stiff cock against your wet slit, pushing the head against your entrance before he eases up and ruts against you a little longer. He pushes in a bit and seems to decide against it, shoving a finger inside you first.

One finger becomes two and by the time he’s pushing a third inside you there’s loud sloppy sounds in the air.

“That’s the sounds I like to hear from my good little whore.” He says in a pleased tone. He smacks your ass with his wet fingers, eliciting a squeaky yelp from you. “Ass up, mouse.” He demands, and you lift your hips as much as the breeding bench allows.

The head of his cock presses against you again, this time it pushes inside your pussy far easier than before. Eustass grunts as he first pushes in, sighing contently as he slides deeper and deeper until he’s fit his entire thick length inside you.

“Fuck, the way you take me always feels good.” His words send a shiver down your spine that feels almost as good as you do filled up with him. You let out a little mewling moan and hear a soft chuckle escape Kid.

He gives you the barest moment to adjust before he moves. Grabbing your ass cheeks he works himself into a faster pace quickly, filling the room with the sound of his hips smacking into your thighs. He trails his nails down your back, pulling shivering gasps and desperate sounds from you with every thrust. The bench takes some of the shock for you, groaning slightly under the assault.

A few minutes end there’s a click, and the raised bump on the bench begins to vibrate as Eustass shifts angles a little, pushing you into the bench and grinding your clit into the vibrating bump as he continues to pound into you.

His hands grip your sides harshly and you feel him thrust in roughly a few times as he twitches inside you. A satisfied sigh escapes him as he moves slowly for a moment, leaning down and teasing your tits with his hands as he trails kisses down the middle of your back. You can feel and hear the mess of his first load inside you, feeling it against your thighs as his hardening dick pushes more out of your quivering hole.

It never takes him long to recover and he leans over the bench, his slow hip rolls picking up pace again as he keeps you pressed against the bench and all its luxuries.

Your first orgasm pulls barely a sound from you, rushing up and shattering against you so fast you can barely breathe against it. He feels you tighten against him, shuddering as you’re caught between his body and the bench.

“That’s my mouse,” he huffs, his voice low and husky. He gives you a moment to bask a little in the pleasure before he picks up the pace again. “My good mouse.” He nearly growls the words hands gripping the sides of the bench so he doesn’t bruise you too bad.

“Beg for it,” he demands. “Beg for me to fill your little whore cunt a second time.”

“Aaah! Please!” You gasp, nearly crying. “Fuck me Eustass, please! Fill – fill me up until I’mmm-nnnnngh, shit – until I’m dripping!” You cry, writhing under him as he adjusts and starts hitting your sweet spot. You can almost see stars the first few times he hits it. “Fuck! Me!” You scream. Who gives a shit if the whole damned ship hears you.

“That’s better!” Kid growls, leaning back enough to slap your ass again. “You better scream proper when you cum this time.”

You nod, holding onto the bench almost desperately. “I will! I – haaanngh – will, please,” you gasp filling the pleasure building again. What was it that rushed pleasure into you like this? Your hazy mind wanted to blame his voice, his words, his hands, his fucking unfair cock – all of it. All of him.

“Please, lemme cum!” You cry.

Kid leans down, growling into your ear as the bench groans under the two of you. “Scream my name, mouse.”

He snaps his hips into you, leaning down and nearly biting onto the back of your neck, hungry lips sucking the sensitive and tender skin with practice skill. You screamed as you came, you were mostly sure it was his name, but the haze of pleasure swirled your thoughts and the hot flood of his second orgasm was melting you from the inside out.

All you knew for sure was that you’d done well enough to earn some praise from Kid, before the afterglow turned you into a bit of a rag doll. Kid would take care of you though, you were certain of that,  even if you couldn’t feel him kissing you softly while he undid the cuffs of the bench.

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[yacinthemorning]

Tailored to Your Liking

Chapter 1

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Summary: Tumble Town attracts all sorts of misfits looking for a fresh start on the frontier, but everyone still needs clothes. Be it extra limbs or high temperatures, Jimmy caters to every hyrbid's needs.

Ships: Jimmy/Tango (slow burn romantic), Grian/Mumbo/Scar (romantic)

Warnings: Implied traumatic events, no workplace safety, awkward flirting

“Stay still.”

“I’m- ow! I’m trying! Stop stabbing me!”

“I wouldn’t poke you if you remained still!”

Grian let out an awful hiss, of which Jimmy simply returned before focusing back on his work. With careful hands he pinned back the linen around the base of Grian’s bright, colourful wings. Normally it was quite difficult even with a behaved customer thanks to the down that bridged into the back’s flesh. Luckily, Jimmy was an expert at this particular issue thanks to his own avian heritage. Despite further protests accompanied by goading from Scar across the room, Jimmy acquired the right measurements needed, and began pulling the linens off. “Okay, that’s all for today.” He assured.

Grian hardly waited, hopping away to the bench his companions waited for him upon. Mumbo held out his old clothes – filled with holes and poor patchwork that had also since worn through. He glared at Jimmy. “It’s a miracle you stay in business with the way you treat your customers like glorified pin cushions!”

“Oh, it’s a particularly special treatment.” Jimmy beamed, crossing his arms. “I save my best customer service just for you, my dear brother.”

He got a sniff in reply before Grian stomped out. Mumbo stepped forward instead, rummaging through his coin purse. “Sorry about that, Jim. He’s ornery about having to replace his sweater.”

“I don’t see why he should be. It’ll end up within reach in his nest.” Jimmy shrugged as he counted out the coins. “Like every other exactly identical sweater I’ve made him.”

“It’s true! I can hardly tell what’s sweater and what’s feather in that thing anymore.” Scar pushed himself up with his cane and a chuckle.

A raised eyebrow was directed to him, but Jimmy was unsure the vexling noticed. Instead, he simply logged it away in his mind. A pparently, they were at the stage of sharing nest- and nobody bothered to tell him, of course. “Well, you know how the routine goes, come back in a week for fitting. I practically know his order by heart now and have all the supplies ready.” 

“You’re a lifesaver, Tim. Come over for tea sometime soon!” Shouted Scar as Mumbo opened his parasol and guided him out the shop door. It jingled upon their exit, and Jimmy waited until it came to a full stop before he stopped waving. With a sigh, he placed the linens down at his desk, then collapsed into his chair. His brother always felt like at least a full day’s work on his own. 

Jimmy was sorting through his fabrics to find the right shade of red when there was a strange scratching sound, followed by the jingle of door bells and a curse. His desk’s Gaslamp shuddered like a warning. Jimmy looked up in time to see a man slinking through his half-opened door like a scolded animal. He was cloaked in rough leather and quite frankly looked like he’d just been pulled out of a well. Steam simmered in the air from his head, and a limp tail dragged a bit too slowly behind, eliciting a cattish screech when the door clamped down on its tufted end.

Jimmy’s feathers raised defensively, in instinct and appalment. “Hello?” Was the only greeting he could muster. The man fell to his knees, and it was then that Jimmy noticed how much he shook. It activated some protective part of his soul, pushing him forward to aid the man to his feet. But just as quickly as he reached out the stranger pulled back, throwing a hand with blackened claws up.

“Don’t- Don’t touch me.” His scratchy voice warned. “You’ll burn.”

“Well I can’t very well help you without touching you!” Jimmy huffed.

The stranger shook his head, though. “You’re a… specialty tailor, right?” Even his voice shook.

Curiosity piqued, Jimmy crouched down to look his guest in the eye. They were a deep red, glowing like embers, and darting about nervously. At first, Jimmy thought he might have been attacked and was searching for threats. On closer inspection, however, it was his own hands and knees he kept checking, shifting, as if they were untrustworthy. Jimmy nodded. “I am. I work with avians mostly, but I can tailor for any hybrid.”

The stranger’s tail perked up at that, mouth cautiously tilting up with it. “Do you… Can you make clothing that’s fireproof?”

“I can certainly try.” He said with a raised eyebrow. He held out his hand once more, but the man flinched back once again. “You know I can’t say I’m too eager to work, however, for mysterious men who collapse on my floor and will barely look at me.”

“O-oh! Ah, yeah, ha…” Seemingly newly aware of his appearance, the man stumbled onto his feet. He still shivered, and below the drenched rags his knees wobbled like they’d never held his weight before. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to- I’m Tango.” A wide grin stretched across his face, strained almost into a grimace. Impossibly sharp teeth chattered together. 

Despite the posture he took up for a greeting, he still refused to offer his hand even in a polite handshake. That one Jimmy couldn’t say he minded. It was a greeting that was almost entirely human, for those without other appendages to utilize. He was much more familiar with a flutter and caw, or a flare of fins, or the curl of a tail. 

Jimmy tried to give as friendly a smile back as he could muster. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tango. Call me Jimmy. Now…” With Tango on his feet the muddy puddle forming under him became evident. “Would you care to share with me why you’ve come to my shop in this… state?”

“It, well… It’s a bit of a story…” The rags were pulled tighter around him. “But, um, I need clothes, is the long-short of it.”

“I can see that, yes.” Unsure what else to do if the man would not let him touch him to help, Jimmy returned to his work desk and reached for his cabinet of manuals. “You don’t, um… Not to presume from your appearance, which I’m guessing is not some bold fashion statement or typical, but I’m assuming you aren’t looking for anything too fancy?”

A strained sound escaped him, that might have been a laugh if the poor creature in front of Jimmy wasn’t so miserable. “They don’t exactly make slops for blazeborn. Even at the mines.”

“Most hybrids around here can get away with a few personal alterations, but fireproofing is a bit of a challenge without imports from the Nether.” He pulled up some of his most basic draft designs. Undergarments, a simple shirt, trousers, maybe a jacket… No, Tango probably couldn’t afford a jacket, from the pay Fwhip told him the miners received. The feathers of his ears flexed as he tilted his head around the design in front of him. Well, there was nothing stopping Jimmy from perhaps whetting his skills by making one, that perhaps happened to fit Tango…

Tango shifted, first taking a step towards the bench that sat pushed up against the window, then froze, before he shuffled back to where he stood before. Jimmy waved his hand. “Sit, sit. This’ll take a while.”

“I- I can’t. I might…”

“It’s treated, it won’t go up in flames that easily. Besides, you’re sopping wet.”

Reluctantly, cautiously, the blazeborn made his way over. One would have thought he was about to sit down on a porcupine. Eventually, though, he managed to sit himself, and like Jimmy promised it failed to burst into flames at mere contact. Of course, he’d pulled the claim from thin air. He’d never worked with a blazeborn before and he hardly knew a thing about carpentry. It was a good guess, at least he thought so, from the fact that the floorboards were not singed.

“So, um, how long will it take?” Tango asked, finally letting himself shuffle into a more comfortable position.

Jimmy hummed as he used his talon to flip through pages. “Well, I don’t exactly have weepweave or hoglin leather lying in storage, and I can’t say I’ve seen it in the market, so I’ll have to special order it which will likely take a few weeks-”

“Wha- A few weeks ?” Tango balked.

“- But we could test some more locally available materials in the meantime, at which point it will take a few days to complete the set.”

His customer seemed wary of even that but settled down, nonetheless. “I might need, uh, at least two.”

“Two?” Jimmy frowned.

“Sets. Of clothes. This is…” He tugged on the rags. “This is all I have left.”

Jimmy stared, eyes wide and brow knotted. On closer inspection the rags maybe once were an acceptable work outfit, but they’d been ruined beyond salvaging. Torn apart and set ablaze. Jimmy guessed at least the undershirt was some type of weepweave from its slight teal colour and being the most intact piece, but the rest was cotton. 

“I see.” Said Jimmy. He walked over to his fabric stores and shuffled through his sample drawer until he found what he needed. “Gimme your arm.”

Tango hackles raised. “You’ll-”

“I’m going to have to measure and fit you later. If I can’t touch you, I can’t make clothes for you.” Jimmy tutted. “Come on, I just need to check what materials will survive.”

It took another minute of patience but eventually the blazeborn offered up his arm. Jimmy gave him a grateful chirp, a tone he hoped was calming to the non-avian. There was an odd jolt in his shoulders, but it settled as he placed the sample to his arm. 

Jimmy could feel how warm his skin really was. Too hot, but certainly not hot enough to cause fabric to burst into flames. It was more like a high fever, but he wasn’t flushed with one. Jimmy looked up to his face, which was contorted with fear, unblinkingly trained on the fabric. His hair was dampened down like he’d been caught in a rainstorm, but the strands danced on their own. Little cinders would light in them before they fizzled out into steam.

“How does this texture feel to your skin?” Asked Jimmy. To what extent he needed to specialize his work for a blazeborn was beyond his knowledge.

Tango shrugged. “It’s fine. Soft.”

“Soft?” Jimmy couldn’t help chuckle. Compared to the other wools in his collection this one was rather coarse. “Well, that’s good to know. I don’t know how hot you can become, but wool is quite resistant to fire. Burns out before it can spread. I don’t know if it’ll be too warm for you, though.”

“No! No, no, that's fine. Warm’s… good.” His tail swayed, curly up over his leg before falling back to the side. “It’s a lot colder here.”

Backing up, Jimmy offered a smile. “Then wool it is. Do you, um, I suppose you don’t have much issue with sweating?”

“No, can’t do that even if it was warm.”

“Excellent. Then, let me get measurements started.”

Tango still seemed unsure, but a polite smile formed on his lips as he nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Measurements became awkward as they realized Tango had no clothes to wear while doing so. In the end, Jimmy offered him one of his undershirts. It was too tight around the shoulders and too long in the midsection, but it would do. Seeing the linen fail to catch fire when he wore it also did well to calm Tango from whatever situation had spooked him in the first place. In the following hours Tango offered no explanation, and so Jimmy offered no questions.

Then there was the matter of… well, rather the same matter of Tango still lacking clothing. He could not very well go out into public so indecent. They settled on Jimmy rushing his order and letting him stay overnight. “I’m probably fired and thrown out of the company barracks, anyways.” He laughed humourlessly. Jimmy was far from wealthy, but he had a bench and extra blankets. Hopefully he would have something to wear by the morning so he could retrieve his things. 

Of course, there was a good chance the man just wanders off with his new clothes to never be seen again. Tango asked Jimmy if he was worried about that very situation. What was Jimmy to do, though? Go to the police about a man who swindled him out of a few dollars of his cheapest fabric and thread? Not seeing a man run around town as bare as the day he was born was probably enough compensation. Jimmy wasn’t that stingy. 

It was probably why he wasn’t wealthy, instead stuck in a mining town whose mines were already drying up.

Jimmy wasn’t much of a cook, but he could stew up some meat and vegetables. “You might as well have some.” He didn’t give space for Tango to protest, placing a bowl in front of him.

“Is that curry?” Tango asked in awe.

“It was a gift for putting up with my brother’s... poor decorum.” A spicy scent wafted up from his spoon. Truth be told he wasn’t a fan the last time he got to try some, but there was no reason to let it go to waste.

Tango showed no hesitation after that. The curry was inhaled within minutes. “Man, I haven’t had a lick of curry since I left the Nether.” He sighed, licking his chops of the last flecks. “It’s so expensive here, like it’s a delicacy or something.”

“When you have to import the ingredients from so far, it is.”

“Mmm. Everything from the Nether is hard to get here.” Melancholy seeped into the blazeborn’s gaze. “And money’s harder to come by. You make copper on the diamond as a digger in those mines. And they take most of it just to equip you.”

Jimmy smiled sympathetically. “They don’t call it the wild west for nothing. Labour laws are merely suggestions out here.”

“You seem to be doing fine for yourself, to help out a beggar like me.” A fork pointed accusatively at the tailor. “Your brother… You mean that Grian guy, right? The profiteer.”

“He prefers the term ‘investor,’ but yes.”

“The swindler.” Tango narrowed his eyes, lower lip jutting out in a pout.

Jimmy laughed. “Indeed, that’s him.”

“He’s the reason that quack and that inventor stay in business. They sold our mine a bunch of equipment that fell apart the next day. I don’t know how they stuck around town after that. How’s a sweet apple like you fall from the same tree as that bad egg?”

“Unless you’re attempting to imply something, I think you’ve confused your metaphors.” Giggling through every word was becoming difficult to resist. Tango seemed aware of this, sharp teeth forming into a mischievous smirk.

Neither took much notice when the old grandfather clock struck eight, then nine, and then ten.

Tango twirled around in the centre of Jimmy’s studio, new clothing flaring out in all directions where it had not been properly tucked in. “How does it look?” He asked, pride shown in his stance.

With a tilt of his head, Jimmy responded, “I think I need to bring the waist a bit more.”

“More adjustments?” Immediately the netherborn deflated.

“I’m afraid that’s how it goes.”

“Clothing in the Nether is never this fitted.” He complained while Jimmy got back to work unpinning. “Neither are slops.”

Jimmy clicked his tongue, having just barely avoided stabbing his finger. If he were to keep count, Grian’s claims of harm would seem laughable beside the number of times the only one who was hurt by Jimmy’s sewing was himself. “Then asking an avian to clothe you was a grave mistake on your part.”

“Actually, I think that’s the best decision I’ve made in years. I don’t see any other handsome tailors offering to make me new clothes on his own dime.”

“Oh, stop it or I’ll take it back.” Jimmy grumbled, though his cheeks had turned red.

The doorbell chimed, forcing both men to pause and turn to the new intruder.

It was a goblin, not just any of the many from the mines - workers and children alike – but one who stood a bit taller than a goblin should. Dressed in decorated silks mixed with his rough work clothes, Fwhip was an immediately recognizable man. And it was hard not to know the man who practically owned the half-dozen mining towns in the area – or literally owned them if you were misfortunate enough to live within the neighbourhoods of barracks. In his hand was a bundle wrapped tight in a rough red weepweave cloth, and he peered around until his eyes first settled on Tango before spotting Jimmy and frowning. Jimmy couldn’t blame him, as his own mood soured significantly.

“Fwhip, what misfortune brings you back to my shop? Considering the ban and all.” He wrinkled his nose at the goblin. Perhaps it wasn’t the smartest idea to antagonize him, but intelligence rarely drove Jimmy’s choices.

Tango’s ears pinned back. “What’s up, boss?”

“So, you are here, Tango.” Fwhip ignored Jimmy and approached his – former? – employee. “I heard someone say they saw you run off here into this mediocre shop. I came to return your things- what wasn’t burnt away, at least.”

A wry smile stretched across his face as he took up the bundle. “I’m guessing my job isn’t among them?”

“You were a good employee Tango, good with the machines, but no. I can barely manage to convince folks it’s safe to still sleep in the left wing at all.”

“Is it safe?” Jimmy asked and raised an eyebrow, to which he only received a shrug. 

“I get it. Thanks for bringing my stuff.”

“If you ever need a good word put in, call me up.” Promised Fwhip. “You know, maybe this is for the best. You were always too good for the work you did.”

There was a small grunt in response. Tango had preoccupied himself with examining his belongings, which from the smell alone one could tell had not escaped whatever fiery incident had occurred. A strange sense of protectiveness – and maybe just a bit of spite – drove Jimmy to speak up on his behalf. “If that is all, we were in the middle of business, and you are still banned.”

With a pat on the back for the unemployed and an indignant snort towards the shopkeeper, Fwhip left. Good riddance, as far as Jimmy was concerned. But Tango was less joyous.

Cradled in the rough cloth were a pair of heavily burnt work boots, a half-consumed blazerod, three tins of what Jimmy assumed to be redstone from the stains, and what appeared to be…

“Are those goat horns?” Jimmy spoke incredulously. Tango chuckled.

“Durable. Good for piping redstone, and not a half-bad instrument!”

He hummed, returning to his work. “You know a bit of redstone, then? Somehow that suits you.”

“Was my job, back in the Nether. Though, even before I came here I couldn’t seem to find good work with it.”

“I heard from Mumbo and Scar that you can make light with it.”

“Yep, if you activate it then it’ll give off its own light, though usually you use it with glowstone to make lamps. It’s a bit similar to prismarine crystals or frog glass.”

“And I’m to assume the price is also similar?”

“Oh, of course.”

Tango continued his chatter about redstone and light, which evolved into machinery, the descriptions of which Jimmy found difficult to wrap his mind around. All the while he pinned and trimmed and stitched. Before either knew it, the work had been done. Jimmy had sat down, watching the blazeborn ramble on with amusement, curious to when he would notice. Once it reached a full hour, and it became clear that Tango would go on in perpetuity if not stopped by an external force, Jimmy finally spoke up.

“Tango, that’s lovely and I would very much like to hear more about clank circuits,” He softly interrupted with an outstretched hand which he gently placed on Tango’s forearm. “But if you could spare a moment, I’d very much like to know what you think of your clothes?”

“Oh? Oh!” It finally occurred to the man that there was no more work to be done, spinning on the spot to look at himself. Laughing a bit to himself, Jimmy indicated towards the large set of full-length mirrors beside him. The clothes were simple, thick for insulation and work, and dyed various dull reds and dark browns. It looked acceptable, though Jimmy was already playing with ideas for when the Nether materials came in to make something much nicer. 

For Tango’s part, he seemed pleased regardless, his tail stuttering with too much energy. “This is amazing! I watched you do it and I don’t get how you put it together.”

“Well, that’s because you don’t know what you’re looking at.” Jimmy offered. “I’m sure with your brain for machinery you could figure it out easily if you were to stick around.”

His ears perked. “Can I?” 

“Excuse me?”

“Stay, I mean.” It seemed to suddenly occur to him the oddity of his request, shrinking in on himself. “I, uh, well I don’t really have anywhere else to go, and Tumble Town has no workhouse.”

Jimmy’s wings flared in appalment. “I would never send you to one if there were! Although, I don’t exactly have comfortable long-term accommodation for you.” He hummed for a moment, thinking. “I suppose my brother has guestrooms now, if I understood correctly what I heard yesterday.” The last part he whispered to himself.

“The bamboozler?” Tango asked in disappointment.

It was all Jimmy could do to not roll his eyes. “I’d say ‘get over it’, but I grew up living with him, so I understand. Fine, you can stay here, but I’m finding you something more comfortable to sleep on at the very least.”

“I bet your bed’s comfy.” Tango grinned.

“It is, I sleep there.”

“Well, I never said you had to sleep somewhere else.”

Jimmy was already beginning to think that, perhaps, this was all one great big mistake.

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Out and About - Brandon "Badger" Mayhew x gn!reader

summary: just a cute date with Badger :)

"Dude, is this a dildo?" Badger asked as he picked up an expensive-looking vase.

"Put that down!" you hissed, grabbing it from his grasp and setting it back on the showroom table. The last thing you wanted was to be stuck paying for an ugly vase your boyfriend broke.

"Sorry, jeez. It would've made a cool bong."

You laugh and nudge him. "Maybe, if it wasn't three hundred dollars. Let's get outta here."

The two of you walked hand-in-hand out the door and into the dry afternoon.

"Let's go in here," Badger said, pulling you into a very touristy-looking shop decked with t-shirts about chiles and aliens.

"I'm buying this," he laughed, picking up a shirt with a giant marijuana leaf on it. His eager smile was too cute to refuse, so you accompanied him to the register.

"You want anything, babe? Maybe this guy?" he picked up a stuffed wolf and made barking noises to accompany it.

"I think I'm good. I could go for something to drink, though."

After Badger bought his shirt, you led him to another section of Old Town where Blackbird Coffee House lay nestled between some nondescript shops.

"Sweet, they have a couch! Can you get me a smoothie?" your boyfriend asked before fully laying down on the coffee shop's cushioned bench.

You laughed to yourself and headed to the front to order. You were lucky to have such a fun and hilarious boyfriend to do silly things with you and accompany you on adventures.

After placing your drinks on a nearby table, Badger held out his arms to you.

"C'mon, man! We can both fit!" he exclaimed, much to the distaste of the other customers.

"Alright, sure," you smiled, allowing your boyfriend to lift you on top of him on the couch.

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☕ coffee or tea: describe your OC’s favorite place to relax.

We’re all about FLOAT lately, and I immediately thought of this piece for Aspen:

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I finish my patrol before we get to Sula’s, and spend the rest of our sailing time up on my custom deck.

It’s made from bastardized benches ripped out of one of the yachts we found a year ago. They were cushioned, which was a luxury I valued all the more highly when it was given as a gift. Rowan was the one who had the idea of what to do with it, and installed it halfway up the main mast. It’s the perfect height: I can sit back and relax with a view of the ocean and any incoming danger, but it’s not so high up that I can’t keep an eye on my crew at the same time.

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New Year Wenzhou

We have an extra special treat with this set - a New Year's Chengling!

I really, really would like a fig of Chengling, but I'm happy we at least got a little standee of him!

Chengling came along with the figs - he was not an optional purchase. He's sticking with his Shishu and Shushu!

Speaking of the devil(s), the Shishu and Shushu came along carefully packed in their custom carved polystyrene cushioning. I've been really impressed with this form of packaging so far, it's done pretty well for me! (knocks wood).

They arrived perfectly. Yes, that's a white paint splotch on the bottom of A-Xu's foot. I tried scraping it off but no luck, it's pretty solidly painted on there. It's not noticeable when he's sitting, so I didn't worry about it!

Their little sitting selves. It's fairly shallow in terms of sitting depth, as you'll see in a bit.

You can also see that while they came with their little orphan, they did NOT come with a bench. I wasn't sure how to sit them up! I turned my house upside down for something that would work. Lao Wen is a bit taller than A-Xu, which I mean, fair, but in this case canon is working against me. Seats that work for his height don't quite work for his slightly shorter-legged zhiji. Finally I borrowed a little table from one of the Qing Cang acrylic backgrounds I bought a while back:

These are actually MDZS acrylic backdrops for the Untamed / Chen Qing Ling figures, but you know me and my love for dioramas. I bought the four sets for my figs, and I have to say the little furniture pieces have come in very handy.

The table I repurposed for these Siji Manor figs is the one with the guqin on it. The table with the scrolls is a fraction too high, unfortunately, as is all the rest of the tables with each of these sets. This one table is the perfect height for Lao Wen, and is a bit too high for A-Xu, but workable if I angle him exactly right.

I didn't use the MDZS background itself for this set, though, I used a fan-made Siji diorama. The diorama was scaled for OB11 figures, so it's sized a bit larger then my little figs. I so happy to get it though - I snapped it up from the leftovers the seller had right before they sold out, so I feel very lucky.

Look at these two, snacking on melon seeds, happy and smiling! The Chengling standee is super sweet looking.

You can see here how A-Xu's feet don't touch the ground, right? Makes me a bit nervous to have him propped up like that.

You can see the little black melon seeds in their hands from this angle!

The good news here is when A-Xu does tips forward, his feet hit the ground and he actually hangs on to the bench (barely). Makes me nervous! I ended up sticking both of them to the bench with quite a lot of museum wax.

I'm really lucky I had this little bench. If not I think I would have had to get some Fimo-type clay and just make a bench, with a slightly lower divot for A-Xu.

Lao Wen's hairpin looks really good here!

Hehe, they both look like they are just about to stand up from the bench!

Lao Wen has quite a bit of a forward lean here, but his feet do touch the ground.

Ah they are cute. I like the poses, all ready to eat.

Here we have a close up! My weak winter sunlight isn't the best for taking pictures, but you can still see some good detail of their New Year's Eve clothing here.

I take it back, I do have one other little piece of furniture that actually sits A-Xu perfectly. This is the a little weiqi table from another one of the Qing Cang sets, but I only have one of them. Plus, I need the weiqi table to put the weiqi board on for my Bazaar figs! It's too short for Lao Wen anyway, so even if I did have another one, I'd have to figure out how to put some fig stickers underneath or something to get the table a little extra height.

The top down directly from above - sorry it's a bit washed out! The diorama in general is brighter than these pictures make it look, it's just been so overcast lately.

And from the back.

Here's Chengling's back - he's dual sided!

Here's the other view of the diorama from the side, showing the New Year's Eve decorations with the one hard working member of the bunch.

The box art, once again, gives you a wonderful set of spoilers for the next fig sets in this series! I have the Good Sword set here at home, and the Ni Bu Pei and the Waist Hug set should be shipping soon. I'm excited!

Material: (new) Resin

Fig Count: 293

Scene Count: 23

Rating: Out of the depths of misfortune comes bliss. This year must be a good year.

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

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Uttar Pradesh, one of India’s largest and most diverse states, is home to a blend of urban sophistication and traditional charm. With an increasing focus on lifestyle and design, outdoor furniture has become integral to homes, commercial spaces, and recreational areas. The growing trend towards creating comfortable and aesthetic outdoor spaces has led to a surge in the demand for outdoor furniture in Uttar Pradesh. Whether you are furnishing a lush garden, a cozy patio, or a spacious terrace, the right outdoor furniture can transform your space into a haven of relaxation and style.

Popular Categories of Outdoor Furniture

Outdoor furniture encompasses a wide range of products designed to enhance the functionality and beauty of outdoor spaces. Here are some of the most sought-after categories in Uttar Pradesh:

1. Outdoor Umbrella

Outdoor umbrellas are a quintessential addition to any open space, offering shade and protection from the sun. Ideal for gardens, poolside areas, and terraces, these umbrellas come in various sizes, colors, and materials to suit diverse needs. They not only provide comfort during hot summer days but also add an element of sophistication to your outdoor setup.

2. Outdoor Table

Outdoor tables are versatile pieces of furniture that serve as a focal point for gatherings, meals, or work-from-home setups in open spaces. From small coffee tables to expansive dining tables, there are numerous options available. Materials like teak wood, metal, and tempered glass are commonly used for their durability and aesthetic appeal.

3. Outdoor Swings

Outdoor swings are a delightful addition to gardens and verandas, providing a touch of nostalgia and charm. Whether it’s a traditional hula or a modern swing chair, they create a cozy corner for relaxation. These swings often come with weather-resistant cushions and sturdy frames to withstand the elements.

4. Outdoor Sofa

Outdoor sofas are designed to bring indoor comfort to outdoor settings. They are typically crafted with weather-resistant materials like rattan, wicker, or metal and feature plush cushions that are both durable and stylish. Outdoor sofas are perfect for creating lounge areas where friends and family can unwind.

5. Outdoor Seating

Flexible and stylish outdoor seating options include chairs, benches, and stools. These pieces are ideal for accommodating guests or enjoying a peaceful moment alone. Stackable and foldable designs are especially popular in Uttar Pradesh, where space optimization is often a priority.

6. Outdoor Pergola

Outdoor pergolas are architectural structures that add elegance and functionality to gardens and patios. Often made from wood or metal, pergolas create shaded walkways or seating areas that can be adorned with climbing plants or fabric canopies. They provide an ideal setting for outdoor dining or relaxation.

7. Outdoor Gazebo

Outdoor gazebos are freestanding structures that offer shelter and privacy in open spaces. They are often used for hosting events, enjoying meals, or creating a secluded retreat in gardens. Available in a variety of designs and materials, gazebos can be customized to blend seamlessly with the surrounding landscape.

8. Outdoor Dining Set

Outdoor dining sets are essential for al fresco dining experiences. These sets typically include a table and matching chairs, crafted from weather-resistant materials like wrought iron, aluminum, or treated wood. They are ideal for hosting dinner parties or enjoying family meals under the open sky.

9. Outdoor Chair

Outdoor chairs come in a variety of styles, ranging from classic wooden designs to contemporary metal and plastic options. They are lightweight, durable, and often stackable, making them a practical choice for both residential and commercial use. Many designs also incorporate ergonomic features for added comfort.

10. Outdoor Bench

Outdoor benches are a staple in gardens, parks, and public spaces across Uttar Pradesh. Crafted from wood, metal, or concrete, these benches provide ample seating while enhancing the aesthetic appeal of outdoor areas. Benches with intricate carvings or modern minimalist designs are particularly popular.

11. Outdoor Bar Stool

Outdoor bar stools are perfect for creating a chic bar setup in your garden, terrace, or poolside area. These stools are often paired with high tables or counters and are available in a variety of styles and materials. Weather-resistant and easy to maintain, they bring a contemporary touch to outdoor spaces.

Choosing the Right Outdoor Furniture in Uttar Pradesh

Selecting outdoor furniture requires careful consideration of factors like material, design, and functionality. Here are some tips to help you make the right choice:

Material Durability: Opt for materials that can withstand Uttar Pradesh’s varied climate, including scorching summers and monsoon rains. Teak wood, rattan, metal, and synthetic wicker are popular choices.

Comfort and Style: Choose furniture that balances comfort with aesthetic appeal. Look for ergonomic designs and plush cushions for added relaxation.

Space Optimization: Consider the size of your outdoor area and select furniture that fits well without overcrowding the space.

Maintenance: Opt for furniture that is easy to clean and maintain, especially if it will be exposed to harsh weather conditions.

Where to Find Outdoor Furniture in Uttar Pradesh

The growing demand for outdoor furniture has led to an increase in showrooms and online stores offering a wide range of options. Cities like Lucknow, Kanpur, and Noida are home to numerous furniture outlets and design studios. Additionally, online platforms provide convenient access to various styles and price points, allowing customers to make informed choices from the comfort of their homes.

Conclusion

Outdoor furniture is more than just a functional addition to your home or business; it reflects your style and an investment in creating inviting spaces for relaxation and socializing. In Uttar Pradesh, the diverse range of outdoor furniture options ensures that there is something for every taste and budget. By selecting the right pieces, you can transform your outdoor areas into stunning retreats that you and your guests will enjoy for years to come.

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Some modern dining furniture trends for 2025

Here are some modern dining furniture trends for 2025:

Materials and Sustainability

Use of sustainable materials: Environmental consciousness is a key consideration in dining furniture design, with the use of recycled wood, reclaimed metal, and eco-friendly fabrics becoming increasingly popular. These materials not only reduce environmental impact but also add a unique natural texture to dining spaces.

Rise of plant-based materials: Plant-based leather alternatives like cactus leather, as well as renewable materials like bamboo and cork, are gaining traction in dining furniture design due to their eco-friendliness and distinctive textures, offering stylish and sustainable options for consumers.

Application of bioplastics: Bioplastics, made from natural sources like starch and glycerin, are not only environmentally friendly but also bring a unique sculptural quality to dining furniture, adding an artistic touch.

Design Styles

Fusion of modern and vintage styles: Combining modern minimalist design with vintage elements creates dining spaces that are both fashionable and historically rich. For example, pairing modern minimalist dining tables with classic vintage chairs, or incorporating vintage decorative details into modern dining furniture, results in a unique visual effect.

Revival of Art Deco style: The Art Deco style, characterized by geometric patterns, metal accents, and bold contrasting colors, will make a comeback in dining furniture design in 2025, with a more streamlined and modern interpretation, bringing a luxurious and fashionable atmosphere to dining spaces.

Continued popularity of mid-century modern style: Mid-century modern dining furniture, known for its clean lines, organic shapes, and vintage materials, will remain popular in 2025, incorporating more modern elements such as contemporary materials and technologies to make it more stylish and practical.

Comfort and Functionality

Ergonomic design: Dining furniture is increasingly focusing on ergonomics, with chair designs emphasizing the comfort of cushions and backrests to provide better support and relaxation, ensuring comfort during long meals.

Proliferation of multifunctional furniture: Furniture like extendable dining tables, storage benches, and convertible dining sets that can adjust according to different occasions and needs, are becoming more common, meeting diverse usage requirements while saving space.

Soft curves and gentle shapes: The design of dining furniture is trending towards more gentle, flowing curves and asymmetrical shapes, replacing sharp, minimalist lines, creating a more relaxing and cozy dining environment.

Color and Patterns

Bold color combinations: Moving away from neutral tones, dining furniture in 2025 will feature rich colors such as deep blues, emerald greens, and deep burgundy, as well as vibrant contrasting color combinations, injecting energy and personality into dining spaces.

Abundant textures and patterns: Layering different materials and textures, from soft velvet to rugged wool, and incorporating bold patterns like floral prints and geometric designs, adds visual and tactile richness to dining furniture.

Personalization and artistry: Dining furniture is not just functional products but also carriers of personal style and artistic taste, with handcrafted and uniquely shaped designs becoming increasingly popular, such as customized seat cushions, personalized wood veneers, and sculptural furniture forms.

Lighting and Spatial Layout

Open dining spaces: The design concept of open living spaces continues to be popular in 2025, with dining areas seamlessly connected to living rooms, kitchens, and other spaces, creating a more open and social environment, suitable for those who enjoy gatherings and interactions.

Smart lighting systems: Lighting systems integrated with voice control, mobile control, and other smart technologies can adjust brightness and color temperature according to different dining atmospheres and needs, adding convenience and a sense of technology to dining spaces.

Layered lighting design: Combining various lighting sources such as pendant lights, wall lamps, and table lamps creates a rich play of light and shadow, meeting illumination needs while enhancing the sense of depth and atmosphere in dining spaces.