#don’t you dare tell me you don’t love lizards

[thygoddessouijathicc]

Update on me really liking lizards now

My condition has worsened. I greatly desire to have a pet lizard and I now occasionally just send people normal pictures of lizards with no context. I fear I may not have long.

[zhongrin]

𒆙 morax

part 6/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

© zhongrin | 2023  ✼  no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

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“𝓁ord morax! must you keep branding me with these marks?!”

morax blinked owlishly as you barged into his little office. he would have immediately beheaded others who would dare act so boorish, but your presence - nevermind the fact you were glaring at him - would always be welcomed into even the most private corners of his life, so he merely leaned back on his golden throne, abandoning the papers waiting for his approval as he gazed at you like you were the whole universe. his cor lapis-lined tail coiling behind the chair thumped lightly on the ground as he spotted the tokens he had so graciously placed on your skin.

“…. yes?”

the honest answer seemed to have made you double back. you could tell from his clueless expression that he bore no remorse for his actions.

“i must beseech you to restrain yourself. the adepti dare not even raise their heads when i talk to them!“

“but… unlike minerals and other inorganic materials, your skin heals, so naturally i must renew the imprints every now and then. i cannot fathom what made you so displeased? i have taken precautions so the process would be enjoyable to you at the very least… or are you saying that the act was not pleasurable for you after all?”

you had to resist the urge to facepalm, but you couldn’t help the natural reaction of your cheeks starting to sizzle with warmth. morax’s gentle smile lilted into a slightly cheeky grin, and he beckoned you to come over. you both praised and berated yourself inwardly when you obeyed his command like a faithful pup, knowing to seat yourself on his lap.

“are you not proud to bear the proof that you are mine, my dear? if it truly upsets you, i… will try my best to reign in my instincts. but you know how i always seem to lose myself in the heat of the moment…,” his kisses journeyed from your temple down your neck and shoulder, a silent plea for leniency.

it would have been a sweet and innocent gesture if his hands hadn’t wandered above your silken robes.

“my lord….”

“mmm… i’m sorry, darling, it’s the dragon instincts,” he nuzzled lovingly onto the junction of your neck, and you quickly felt both the heat and his arousal rise. quite literally, that was. “your smell mixed with mine is just too tantalizing to ignore. to illustrate, would you be able to pass by a banquet full of your favored delicacies without salivating?”

“perhaps not, but i would be able to refrain from devouring the whole banquet like some greedy buffoon,” you faked a reprimanding tone, eyebrows raised.

“which proves that you are, in some ways, stronger than me,” his arms tightened around you, geo-lined appendages sneakily slipping beneath your garment to rub your inner thighs, before trailing over your dampened underwear, “though it seems to me that you’re putting up a front…”

you were torn between rolling your eyes or blushing in embarrassment, “perish the salacious thoughts. i came straight from the bedchambers, my lord.”

“ah, so these are both your arousal and the remnants of our passionate love last night? how delightful. no wonder you smell like the most fragrant and mouthwatering delicacy in the whole teyvat,” he pressed his lips on one of the hickeys, staring in contemplation at your body nestled on his lap, an idea brewing like the freshest tea in his mind, “say, darling… i know you’re tired, but won’t you at least let this lovestruck lizard steal a morsel from the figurative banquet? just a little arrangement to tide me over until the moon graces our nation.”

“….. i will consider your proposal; enlighten me.”

you really, really should have thought twice about making contracts with a dragon.

seated snugly on top of your beloved’s lap after he had - far too easily, much to his delight and your fervent embarrassment - eased you onto his cocks, his non-dominant hand poised to lightly rub your abdomen, right on the bulge indicating the way he was all nestled inside your tight heat. his other hand had long since left your hip and was in the process of writing some kind paperwork to ensure the construction of what shall be a prosperous harbor sometime in the far future would be going smoothly — or something along that line. he might have sort of meandered about it as he worked, but alas, you were too distracted to actually listen to his words, clenching and squirming like a bunny in heat instead.

morax hummed. momentarily, he set his pen down against the polished sandbearer wood of his desk. his slender fingers reached up to lightly brush and wrap around your throat. your breath hitched, heart soaring like a hummingbird, cunt trembling. he wasn’t even putting any pressure ー just a light touch. a warning. and yet the message was there; even more pronounced with the verbal warning whispered right beside your ear.

"mind your manners, darling."

you nodded with a whimper, gulping and feeling his fingers lightly caressing your pulse point before they detached themselves from your heated skin to curl elegantly around the pen once more. the deity resumed talking as if whatever happened was a delusional wet dream you conjured out of desperation this fine afternoon, but this time, you ceased squirming. he gave you a soft kiss on your nape as a reward. pride permeated your veins, your eyelashes fluttering and fists clenching in an attempt to control yourself.

"not to fret, your patience will be rewarded," he purred, deep and velvety and smooth, his breath tickling your skin, burning your nerves and sending your arousal lurching. perhaps you should have begged for him to relent to his depraved desires and devour the whole banquet instead.

the hand on your tummy trailed upwards to settle on your chest, palming idly before rolling a painfully hard nipple between the calloused pads of his fingers, the gentle movement a complement to the cold sensation of his rings pressing onto soft, sensitive flesh. sparks bloomed like fireworks and slick trickled down your stuffed pussy. yet still, you obeyed with trembling thighs; the only body part moving being your walls, squeezing around his cock, wishing for it to move and bully your sweetest spots with hard and precise series ofー

"so well behaved for me...."

you swore you heard him chuckle.

"my good mate."

he graciously bestowed you a new mark on your neck and a teasing little thrust, just enough for the two heads to peck your cervix like a teasing lover, savoring the enchanting wail falling from your lips.

“oh, this archon can’t wait to utterly ruin you tonight.”

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[munson-blurbs]

Hey, I love your writing so much! If you’re taking requests I’d like a short fic about reader mourning the loss of their dog? I just lost my girl Sasha and would like a comfort fic , Eddie or Steve, either is cool with me- phantom

Hi, love 💚 I'm so sorry to hear about your loss, and I hope this fic helps you through the grieving process. I went with Eddie for this one.

TW: death, loss of a pet, grief CW: 690

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It feels like it should be raining. 

The sun hangs high in the sky, a gentle breeze blowing every so often. The weather gives no indication of any impending storm, not even a hint of gray in the white clouds. But to you, there’s a darkness that even the brightest light can’t repair. 

There will be no more wagging tail and excited barking to greet you when you come home. The realization cleaves your heart clean in half. 

Tears burn at your eyes and you let them fall, sliding down your cheeks and plopping unceremoniously onto the concrete stoop beneath you. 

“Hey.”

You look up and see Eddie standing in front of you, a cellophane-wrapped bouquet of daisies in his grasp. 

“Hi.”

The wrapping crinkles under his fingers as he sits beside you. He scoots close enough so you can rest your head on his shoulder. An ugly sob escapes you in a dramatic heave, but he refrains from commenting. In fact, he doesn’t say anything at all. 

You bask in the comforting silence, no expectations to talk or bare your feelings. Eddie presses a kiss to your forehead and sighs. 

“Can I say something?” He asks, and for the first time, you notice that he’s been crying, too. When you nod, he softly says, “She was a really good dog. The best, actually.”

“Mhm.” You don’t dare open your mouth for fear of starting up the waterworks again. 

“I keep thinking about the time I brought over burgers from Benny’s,” he continues, “and I left them on the counter for two seconds, and she tore into them.”

You scoff lightly. “It was more than two seconds.”

“Okay, well, I didn’t time it or anything. But it was fast. Like, lightning speed.” He taps his toe, knee brushing against the flower stems. “These are for you, by the way.”

Taking the daisies from him, you hold them to your nose and inhale. Fresh, new, alive. The juxtaposition has your chin wobbling embarrassingly. “Th-Thanks, Eds.”

Another pause, then: “Y’know, I lost a pet once, too.”

You swivel around, eyebrows pinched together. “I didn’t know Wayne let you have a pet.”

“He didn’t. I had to keep it a secret.”

“How did you manage to keep a dog a secret?” It’s not as though he and his uncle lived in a mansion; the tiniest Chihuahua could be easily spotted in their trailer. 

Eddie grins. “Who said anything about a dog?”

“A cat?”

He shook his head, giving the same response for your guesses of rabbit, lizard, and bird. 

“Do I even wanna know?”

He presses a hand to his heart in feigned offense. “I can’t believe you don’t remember Ant-chovy.”

You burst out laughing despite the weighty grief bogging you down. “Are you seriously comparing the death of my dog to the death of an ant?”

“He was my friend!” Eddie retorts. “And he was murdered right before my very eyes!”

You knock your shoulder into his with a playful shove. “Weren’t you the one who stepped on him?”

He scowls and plucks the bouquet from your hands. “I bring you flowers in your time of need, and you mock me?”

A smile tugs at your lips. “My deepest apologies. And my condolences for the loss of your dear friend, Ant-chovy. Who certainly was not an ant and who you definitely knew for more than five minutes.”

“Thank you.” Eddie gives you back the daisies; this time, he leans his head on your shoulder. “You’re gonna get through this.”

“Feels like I’ll be sad forever.”

He nods. “I know. But you won’t be. And I’m not going anywhere until you tell me to fuck off.”

You take a deep breath. “Is it okay if we talk a little bit about her? Like, share memories of her? Just for a little bit?”

“Course it’s okay.” Eddie smiles, coaxing the emotions from you without even trying. “You wanna go first?”

You do. With each word, the sunshine doesn’t sting quite as harshly; the blue sky seems less out of place. And should the rain start to fall, you will always find shelter in Eddie. 

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[holylulusworld]

Mischief is under my tree

Summary: It’s Loki’s first Christmas with you and your kids.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Warnings: Christmas fluff, magic, daddy Loki, talk about "unalive" an animal (nothing happens but I use the word)

Mischief masterlist

“Loki Jr., Frigga Louise stop running around the Christmas tree. If you don’t stop, you’ll knock it over again,” you try to stop your five-year-old kids from ruining the Christmas tree Thor carried inside your home not hours ago over. “Uncle Thor put so much effort into getting the perfect tree for us!”

“But mommy,” Loki Jr. pouts. His nose turns blue, and he starts to cry. He cannot control his abilities yet. If your son is upset, his face, toes, or the tip of his nose turn blue, “I wanna have a look at the tree from all sides.”

You know he’s lying. The sly little boy has something planned. You just know it. Like father, like son.

“Mommy, he tried to hide a lizard in the tree,” your daughter pouts and points at the tree. “I saw him use his powers. He conjured up the lizard to scare you and me.”

Your son sticks his tongue out. He crosses his arms over his chest and pouts. “You had to tell her. Traitor. I’m gonna tell Daddy you told Mommy about my plan. He’ll help me.”

Your daughter puts her hands on her hips and sticks her tongue out.

“No, he won’t.” She says. “If so, I’ll tell Uncle Thor about your plans.”

“Kids, be nice,” you tut. “It’s Christmas, and this means we want to do more than wait for Santa. It’s the time to show each other how much we love the person dear to us.”

“I hate her.”

“I hate him.”

Sighing deeply, you glance at the still undecorated Christmas tree. Loki promised to be there to help you with the kids and decoration. So far, he hasn’t come home.

“Loki Jr.!” Right when your son tried to put the lizard on one of the branches of the Christmas tree, Loki appeared out of nowhere. “What did I tell you about lizards and the Christmas tree?”

“I must hide the lizard on top of the tree, so no one sees it before Christmas,” your son says.

“Correct!” Loki proudly says. “Now, let me help you.”

“Loki! You cannot put a living lizard on top of the Christmas tree!” You tut.

“My love?” your husband gasps. “Do you want me to unalive the lizard first?” He cocks his head. “I thought hurting animals was bad.”

“What? No! That’s not what I meant,” you sigh again. “A lizard doesn’t belong on top of a Christmas tree. Bring it back to where it belongs!”

“Says who?” Your son cockily replies. “There is no rule telling me I cannot put a lizard on top of the tree. If there is one, show it to me.” He holds out his hand.

“Loki Jr.,” you raise your voice. “I dare you to put that lizard on top of the tree. Santa sees everything. He knows if you are bad or good!”

“Ha! My father is the God of mischief. Santa won’t stand a chance against Loki the mighty!”

This time, you put your hands on your hips and tap your foot. “Loki Laufeyson, I expect you to have a serious conversation with your son.” You hold out your hand for your daughter. “Come, we will get the decoration from the attic.”

“Wonderful,” you clap your hands and sigh. Your daughter and you finally managed to decorate the tree, while Loki and Loki Jr. sulked in a corner as you forbid them to put the poor lizard on top of the tree.

“It would’ve been so much prettier with the lizard,” your son pouts and sniffs. “I want my own tree, daddy.”

“Let him put the lizard on the tree too,” Loki purrs and gives you a dirty smirk. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“No living animals on the tree,” you raise your hand to stop Loki. “And no, we won’t unalive the poor lizard. Please bring it back.”

“I want to put something on the tree too,” your son pouts even harder. “Frigga Louise put a red velvet ribbon on the tree. It’s ugly.”

“Fine,” you crouch down to run your hand over your son’s head. “We will find something else you can put on the tree, okay? Just not an animal.”

“An alligator?” You glance at the plastic alligator your son put on the tree. The little figurine is wearing an imitation of Loki’s crown, and you wonder where your son got it. “Where did you get it?”

“Daddy got it for me,” your son proudly puffs his chest. “He made it for me.” He grins. “Can I go and play with Uncle Thor now, mommy.”

You nod, and let your kids run out of the living room to annoy Thor for a moment.

“Loki?”

“Yes, my love?” Your husband smirks as you stalk toward him.

“What is this thing? It just winked at me,” you point at the alligator on the Christmas tree. “Loki, my love. Tell me the truth.”

“Maybe it’s an alternative version of me,” he shrugs and winks at the alligator. “I promise it won’t harm anyone. I shrank it so Loki Jr. has something to put on the tree.”

“You shrank a real alligator?” You roll your eyes. “Loki…we talked about this…”

“Let him have his fun,” he cups your face and presses a soft kiss on your lips. “If the alligator bites someone, I’ll take the blame.”

“That’s not very convincing,” you chuckle. “Maybe we can train him to bite only bad people?”

“Hmm…” Loki wraps his arms around you to guide you toward the mistletoe he put above the door frame. “Let me see if this mistletoe does its magic first.” He kisses you fiercely and moves his hands to your ass. “Yeah, it does, my love.”

“We have half an hour before the kids get bored. Let’s use it wisely…”

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[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Dark aemond/dark aegon x oc reader snippet PLEASE BE PATIENT IM SORRY I WONT LEAVE AGIAN

Aegon's pov though.

Aegon married you and aemond is ...aemond, xD

Aegon's pov

Headaches plague me, visions of Maella dance around in that likely empty casket I call my head, as I sit the comfiest chair out of them all, yet I might as well sit on a chair, made of bones and skulls. Isn’t that all a throne is, in truth? A structure, a prison, made out of blood, bones, and skulls. We tell ourselves we do it for our families, for our loved ones, for our House, for duty, for love, for everything you can possibly think of. But we don’t do it for the reason we should be sitting there in the first place. We don’t do it for the people. No Targaryen ever cared about the smallfolk. No Targaryen ever will. 

A voice raspy, ghostly almost and most certainly haunting in a way, reminds me I am not alone, not even in my head. Not even in my own damn castle. ‘’Cheer up, brother. It is your wedding day.’’ My head snaps to the direction of a smirking brother who raises his cup at me in mockery and spite. 

He may act as ignorant and dutiful as he wishes, I know the true reason he is acting as if his lady troubles came two months earlier: He craved Maella. He didn’t love her, no. He wanted her for his own sick twisted fantasies, fantasies he claims he didn’t have, as he was the better brother. Love, we don’t know that concept. Neither of us truly do. Aemond lured her in his trap, Aemond killed her brother, slew a dragon, imprisoned the little lizard Maella owns as well and he brought her here. I should be thankful, shouldn’t I? He brought a traitor to me.

Yet the imbeciles on the council, they married me to this, bastard princess. She is not a true Targaryen, not fully. I suppose neither of us are, if we are being truthful. But at least me and my siblings aren’t bastards. She is. She is a spawn from Rhaenyra and Harwin and now my wife. My lady. 

I instantly reach for my own cup, throwing back as much wine as my throat can swallow, but it almost does nothing to dull the pain. I can only pretend it takes away my suffering, as the wine has become useless to dull my senses. Aemond has approached, now standing in front of me, wearing the ghost of a smile and his black still bloodied clothing. I raise my eyebrows at him, challenging him to speak, to make this snoozefest of a wedding entertaining. He is good at that. 

But my brother pretends to be modest, he rather plays tricks, toys with words, and deceives than he would ever dare speak his true mind. Gods save us all for when he does. ‘’You look like a man who is facing his execution. Not a man who is soon to lay with  arguably the most beautiful creature the gods have ever created.’’ He avoids my eyes at all costs, folding his hands on his back and keeps his eyes scanning the crowd. Maella is beautiful, yes. But I never cared for her.

When we were fourteen and six, she chased me around, declaring her foolish love for me. I believe I was drunk and yet somehow hungover too, so I threw her doll in the river, and promised her she’d be thrown in next if she didn’t leave me. Oddly, we never talked after that. I mean, why would we? She, the Princess of the Kingdoms, the Delight of the realms, truly. And me…

A man who will never truly live up to his famous namesake.

I have two wives now, his crown, his throne, his sword, his blood and his hair. But nothing will change the fact that I feel unworthy of it all. I feel as a forgery playing a masterpiece, and that someone can pull the curtain any time now. 

Aemond doesn’t see it, the fool. He sees that I sit a throne he aspires to have, have two beautiful women to lay with whenever I tell them to and more power and status than any of us deserve. The gods are cruel where they put their power, I suppose. ‘’I don’t enjoy being forced into marriages.’’ I comment, playing with my cup and watching the wine dance at the bottom of the cup. 

My younger brother snorts. ‘’You don’t know how much effort I put into capturing her, bringing her here and breaking her will for you so you have a good, obedient wife. At least pretend you are happy.’’

‘’For me?’’ I scoff. ‘’You didn’t do shit for me. You did it for yourself. Grandfather told me, you wanted her to become your wife, you even told him you'd happily breed, and fuck her until she is with child-''

''Someone has to. You won't do it.'' Aemond comments. ''You only see her as a helpless little girl. She is not the helpless little girl anymore. She has become a woman.''

''Don't talk that way about my wife-''

‘’She is not your wife-’’ Aemond hisses through his teeth, glaring in my direction. I slam my cup down on the table next to me, and the guests around us all fall silent.

I warn him. ‘’She is. You do well to remember that.’’

Aemond lowers his head, but his good eye is burning with fire unlike anything I ever saw before. Maella is not his love, it his obesession. I am sure he'd kill her, or she will kill him, if I let them come too close. ''Ýour grace.''

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snippet ends here.

[cloudninetonine]

Angsty thought that’s been running through my head for a while now… Just player being a dumbass

•

It had been several weeks with the chain, you really loved this group, you watched them every day act like brothers. Always ready to protect a successor or predecessor, you found that awfully kind and even cute.

But you were an overthinker…

and stupid.

You did not want to be a reason they suffered when you returned home.

So you didn’t blend into the chain. You always walked behind, always kept your distance and always kept so quiet sometimes they forgot you were even there and forgot to give you dinner. You acted as if they were a bother.

And they returned the sentiment.

“Thanks” You muttered when Wild passed you a bowl of soup for dinner —you acted rude but you had manners— which he answered with a huff.

You were sitting on a rock outside the circle they gathered in around the fire. Wind was telling a story, which the others had already heard, but the teen’s enthusiasm made them feel like they could listen to it a thousand times more.

Honestly, you could too.

“Ugh, kid, don’t you think you talk too much? it’s like the third time you tell that exact story” It hurt you and you knew it would hurt Wind too. But this was just your life now.

“Shut up, you are not even listening.” Wars argued while Wind had your back facing you, but you knew was now lowering his head.

You huffed, acting annoyed. “Of course I’m not listening, it’s a dumb story, get over it”

“Why are you like this?!” Twi joined in, standing up, a hand on the sailor’s shoulder.

“So you’ll kick me away, that way I won’t be forced to stand you every day.” You begin sarcastically “As far as I know, you are keeping me here against my will just because you’re afraid some lizard may get information about you from me. That’s the dumbest reason I’ve ever heard!” Even if it happened, you’d take that information to the grave, you wouldn’t put them in such a risk.

“Enough! Twilight, sit down! Warriors calm yourself! [name] shut. the fuck. up. and Wind, please continue.” Time yelled before softening and encouraging the sailor. No one dared to point out the usual ‘Language!’ even he sometimes received.

“Nah, I guess you’ve indeed heard it a lot of times” came the sailor’s voice quietly.

You could feel the glare of the entire Spirit of Courage and the Fierce Deity on your neck as you huffed and went to lay down in the captain’s bedroll, not even finishing your meal, you didn’t deserve it.

You also didn’t feel like you deserved the bedroll but, until they could get you a bedroll of your own, they decided that you couldn’t sleep on the floor, so they let you sleep on the bedroll of the person who’ll take the first watch, and when they finish it, they can sleep in the empty bedroll when they wake the next hero up. So the warrior had first watch tonight. They didn’t like you, but they were still heroes and good people who didn’t wish bad on anyone.

You admired that of them. Another thing you didn’t deserve.

Later that night, you couldn’t sleep, but stayed in the bedroll as you tried to. You heard shuffling behind you and light footsteps head some direction.

“Hey wars.” You heard Wind’s murmur.

“Hey, li’l brother, can’t sleep?” answered the oldest.

There was silence for a few moments before you heard the youngest’s voice again. “Am I really that annoying?” The question was so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. Your heart shattered.

“No!” Warriors whisper-shouted “Your stories are amazing and… look, your enthusiasm makes them even better, I feel like I could hear them tons of times. Don’t listen to what that jealous jerk says” Okay, you deserved that.

“hm…” Was the only answer you heard.

“Speaking of, since you can’t sleep, why don’t you finish it for me?” The captain offered softly.

You listened the entire rest of the story (again. You liked it anyways), your heart squeezing even more as you heard Wind gradually speak more excitedly. Then you heard Wind go back to sleep and you let your own eyes fall shut finally on their own.

You apologized deeply. Only in your soul.

You let yourself finally fall asleep, trying to convince yourself that tomorrow would be another day.

•

I am so sorry, Wind 😿

(-Inspired for some reason, E.L.)

E.L WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!? I AM IN PAIN PLEASE IT HURTS- MY POOR BABY BOY WIND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"Am I really that annoying?" HITTING TOO CLOSE TO HOME FR

[frankenjoly]

WAIT OKAY i am obsessed with this prompt: "Not focussing on the romantic love, but showing everyone they care for that they love them on this day turned out to be the best idea they ever had"

sooooooo what about that + the ada or that + black lizard family (maybe including higuchi, akutagawa, and kajii?)

this was so cute i had to do both hehehe

black lizard & more

Not focussing on romantic love, but showing everyone they care for that they love them on this day turned out to be the best idea they ever had.

Not like Gin herself was precisely against the romantic part of Valentine’s Day, quite the opposite; they had been wondering, weeks prior, if he maybe should take matters into their own hands and make a move. Which she was determined to do, just not right at the moment. They could leave it for later or even any other day… besides, trying in the moment he would less expect it had a nice and amusing ring to it. 

“Please, tell me these chocolates don’t have lemon inside.” Tachihara said, only half joking, while opening the box Kajii had brought.

“Pfft, obviously not. It’s orange. And they're very good, okay?” Once the box was open, Kajii took one of those chocolates himself.

“They are!” Higuchi instantly agreed, passing a bag full of cupcakes to Hirotsu. She even took one too once her hands were free. “You have to try them, senpai.”

Ryûnosuke simply nodded, focused on opening the boxes they both had brought, aiding himself with his ability. 

“Oh, what are those?” Tachihara didn't need to lean in so close to Gin in order to see, but he did. And they weren't going to be the one complaining.

“Macarons.” Gin and Ryû said, in perfect synchronization they didn't lose when reaching to take one each.

ada

Not focussing on romantic love, but showing everyone they care for that they love them on this day turned out to be the best idea they ever had.

Atsushi himself had been very well aware of how he wasn’t going to have any other plans for… reasons, part of them being he just wouldn’t dare… yet. Then a brief comment about being free talking to Kenji had kickstarted it all; he had instantly suggested going for celebrating love on a broader sense and started selling the idea out around the office.

So there they were, in the office’s kitchen, finishing the final touches of a cake they had baked with Kyôka.

“Couldn’t you have done it at home?” Ranpo said, eyes fixed on said cake and with an amused tone. “I mean, stop the teasing already? Please?” Yosano and Dazai instantly bursted into laughter, likely in agreement.

“It was Atsushi’s idea.” Kyôka swiftly replied, utterly ‘betraying’ him.

“C’mon, I didn’t wanna risk ruining the decorations on the way here…” The walk may not be exactly long, but still.

“You kinda sound like my first boss.” Yosano said, and snickers followed. “It’s a compliment, she was a sweetheart.” After that last comment, Kenji’s head turned towards the doctor’s direction, clearly in awe.

“Can you tell us more? No pressure.” At that point all of them were aware, in different levels of detail, of what her life had been before the Agency. And most curiosity revolved around everything before the war, for obvious reasons. Besides, it didn’t take a genius to understand she preferred them being nosy about that part.

“Only if I can skip the embarrassing stories.”

(Also on ao3.)

[sgt-morgan]

Steam Heat 🖤

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE!

Summary: You and Din are out working on rebuilding Mandalore. Some alone time and a crazy dragon fight leads way to some sexy sexy fun times.

Warnings: AFAB/Female identifying reader, sexual content, fingering, p in v unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, babies are a lot of work.), fighting, blades, big lizard monster, monster guts, explosives, injury, blood, cannon typical violence. We like to have fun here. If I miss something, hmu.

A/N: SHOWER SEX! SHOWER SEX! SHOWER SEX! I am living for all the Pedro love and I’m capitalizing on it. This can be read as apart of the making a home universe or not. Up to you.

Mando Masterlist

In your relationship, you and Din had never taken a vacation. Sure, you’d had time off, but you always had the baby, and not that you didn’t like having the little womp rat with you, because you did, but it was nice to know that he was safe, out of harms way, and not relying on you at the moment.

This technically was not a vacation. You had gotten word there was a covert hanging around this planet, and you had decided to extend an invitation to join the ‘Mandalore rehabilitation initiative’ as Fennec had forced everyone to ‘oh so politically’ call it. You were hoping, that this trip would go as smoothly as the last, and that you and your newly minted riduur could enjoy the benefits of the wonderfully wet planet you found yourselves on, but the maker had other plans.

Unusually, all it took to recruit a covert was to show the local mandolorians the darksaber, have a conversation with Din about what was happening on the home world, then they would chose to stay in the home they built, or to continue to build on mandalore in a homestead that had already had necessary accommodations prepared. They would of course have to sign the newly ratified planetary constitution, but that was really only a formality. It did state though, that the creed is a fluid thing, to be followed as one sees fit in their own clans and coverts, and it’s where he lost some people. A major point of malcontent being the place the constitution made for non mandolorians, including you. This is what they were arguing over now, he and the many clan leaders you happened upon here on this water planet did not like the idea that the creed was to be seen as a living thing, something to be followed as each clan seemed fit. Most of them understood this, and understood that the good of a clan comes down to what the clan ultimately decides for itself. The arguments had gone on for hours in Mando’a, and you were picking it up in chunks. You felt like an outsider the moment you got here, hefty glances and whispers murmurs in corridors depicted a telling picture of your image here, and you weren’t sure your coming was the right move. You felt like an asset not an ally, and though Din would never insinuate such a thing, you felt it in their conversations. Even now, you had missed the conversation moving to your presence, because you were day dreaming about the waterfalls you had seen in the caves that held this little society, but someone must have brought up you being Din’s riduur, and people were not taking it well.

“You ask us to rally to your cause, and you riduurok this- this outsider! This aruetti! She shouldn’t even be in these conversations!”

A clan leader said throwing his hands up in exasperation, and you heard Din practically growl at the perceived slight against his wife, his warrior, his queen. He stood, almost kicking his chair over in his haste to stand and thrash the di’kut who dared insult you. You placed a hand on his arm to calm him, and sighed deeply through your nose.

“Don’t waste time my love, I’ll go, let me know when you’re done.” You rested your foreheads together for a lingering moment, and left the room to a chorus of grumbles from the others in the room. You rolled your eyes and let it go. They weren’t likely to come to Mandalore. You decided to wander top side, let off some steam and grab some essentials for you and Din to make the journey home easier. It was all going swimmingly, until a beast tried to attack the younglings.

You were grabbing a new set of clothes for the both of you, having outstayed the expected number of days you were to be here, you were tired of washing the clothing you had been wearing over and over, and wanted to just be lazy that evening. It was while paying, that you noticed the giant lizard running after a group of kids. You recognized them as children from the covert, and you knew they weren’t supposed to be out here, you also saw the way every person in the vicinity was turning away from them and doing the same, terrified of the giant beast. It was massive, blue scales, purple tongue, sharp teeth, green spikes. Whatever the hell it was, the color scheme and the way it was growling screamed ‘I like to eat small children’ and you weren’t gonna let that happen on your watch. So you drew your blades.

You leapt into battle, swinging your swords at the beast with a ferocity the very few Mandolorians watching we’re not expecting. You flipped yourself to the top of the creature and went for the back in large slashing motions. But your blades merely skate off the scales of the large beast dealing no damage. You roll your eyes at the inconvenience, great, now it’s annoyed and you have nothing to show for it. You leap back to a roof top and let others attempt to distract the beast while you try to see just what could be done about the invulnerable nightmare fuel. Clearly, it had a tough hide, though hides always hide vulnerable insides, so you reasonable infer the monster was vulnerable from within. How to kill it though, teeth are razor sharp, eye sight is shoddy, but it’s hearing seems sensitive, it’s hearing every move you make, hunting by sound not by sight. ‘Think!’ You scold yourself, ‘ it has a weakness, how do we work with our advantages.’ Then you eye a bell in the town square. There, that’s an in. You throw a brick while it’s distracted and hit it in the eye, drawing its attention. “Hey! Bantha Breath! Over here!” The beast gives chase and the whole town looks on in astonishment. You run across rooftops and try to lead the beast in the path of least destruction. You eventually reach the town square, and you thank the maker that Din had gifted you those explosives you’d been dying to try. Welp, no time like the present. You get to the final rooftop and you put yourself in the path of the beast’s terrible maw, then you shoot a pulse blaster at the bell and it lets out an all mighty chime, further echoed by the force of your hit. The beast covers its ears to the best of its ability, and roars in its anger. While its maw is gaping you have just enough time to throw in your explosives and dive away before it snaps you in its terrible jaws. You didn’t get by without a scratch though, one of the beasts claws snags you on the way down and you take a hit to the ribs. Ouch. Then

KABOOM!

The monster exploded in a shower of blue goo, and you and your blades were covered. You sigh and are once again thankful you bought those new clothes. You’re never wearing these again, and with the giant hole in them and the blood of both you and the monster dripping into every seem, they weren’t salvageable anyway. The people of the town stared as you deftly scampered down from the roof and flung the blue goo from your blades before re- sheathing them in their holsters on your back. ‘Kriff it all’, you think, ‘they’re probably gonna blame me for destroying the town, but at least the kids are safe.’ You limp your way through the sea of gaping jaws, holding the cut in your side. You make your way back to the clothes seller where you left your merchandise. She’s kind enough to throw in some undergarments, and you slip her another two credits to pay for them. You look sidelong at the group of kids from the covert who were chased by the beast, they’re staring at you with something akin to wonder. You give them a very meaningful wink, and press a finger to your lips. Language is different all over the galaxy, but the universal sign for keep this quiet is always the same. You nod in the direction of the covert entrance, and they scamper off. You slowly circle back around to an entrance, trying not to call attention to your state and the hidden whereabouts of the covert so they can remain secret if they so choose.

The staring wasn’t much better when you got back to the Covert. The faceplates of many Mandos following your movement in the halls as you tried to remember how to get back to your room or at least to a refresher, or some bacta, your ribs sting like you’ve been run over by a Krayte dragon, or at least his very flashy cousin. Then you were approached by an armored warrior, she introduced herself as the mother of one of the children you saved, who was peeking at you shyly from behind her legs.

“Thank you, if my son is to be believed, you are a mighty warrior, and you fiercely protected them as your own.” She said, ushering you down the halls to somewhere you could clean off and patch up.

“This is the way.” you shrugged reflexively, then you whipped your head at her, hoping you hadn’t offended her by saying such a thing, you weren’t a Mandalorian after all, at least not in their eyes.

“This is they way.” She replied and nodded, “They may say you’re an outsider, but I believe you’ve proved ten times over your strength as a warrior today. You’re as good as Mandalorian to me, I owe you a debt.”

“Cuy ogir'olar, it’s irrelevant, it’s what any good ma- person, would do.” you replied. “Anything for the ade, children are our most valuable asset, they should never come to harm. Not if something can be done to stop it.” She stared at you for a second longer, and then she opened the door to an honest to good shower room. You almost wept with joy. “Now you REALLY don’t need to worry about a thing, I haven’t taken an honest to good real shower in months.” You laugh, shedding your swords.

“Well then, why don’t you hand those weapons off to me, and you can go enjoy, the water comes from a natural hot spring, so it’s always perfectly warm. I got you some bacta spray as well, should hold up enough for you to at least shower and find some patches. Stay as long as you like, no danger of running out of water here. I’ll have these silly verd’ika clean your weapons, it’s the least the foolhardy lot can do after almost getting you killed, but if you fight as they say, it was a mild inconvenience.” You both laugh as the boy takes your goo covered weapons with a grimace.

“Thank you, I will remember your kindness.” You nod taking the bacta with a smile, and she leaves you to it, taking the boy with her and speaking to him sternly along the way.

You sigh when you’re finally left alone, and you pull your clothes off, dumping them into the now empty bag of replacement clothing with a grimace. You’d find an incinerator later, those were totaled. You carefully turn on the shower, and are delighted to find that the shower falls like a natural waterfall, like the ones you were dreaming about all around the caverns. You stepped into the spray with a groan, and relished the fact that the water was perfect. Not so hot to be scalding, but hot enough to ease the tension in your muscles from the battle. Taking down a giant lizard monster is hard work, you never believed Din before, but by the maker you do now. Krayte dragon or no, big lizards are formidable foe.

You eventually scraped most of the lizard blood out of your hair, glad that you didn’t actually have to cut off all your hair as you had thought you would need to ten minutes ago. You scrubbed it from your skin, paying special attention to clean your cut. You sprayed it well with the bacta and it stopped the bleeding. Ah, the good stuff then, in a race of warriors it pats to have the good drugs you suppose. Once patched up, you leaned against the wall, forehead resting on your arms letting the water slide down the sore muscles of your back while you took a breather after the fight with your hair. Who knew blood was so sticky? You were basking in the heat of the water, like a loth cat in the sun, when suddenly, two very familiar hands started rubbing the sore muscles in your neck.

The moan you let out was practically obscene, and the voice of your husband groaned sympathetically. “Oh, my strong, beautiful, capable Riduur, are you sore baby?” His hands kept kneading at your muscles with care and you groaned in appreciation, turning to greet your husband with a smile. He placed a kiss to your lips and continued to knead at your abused muscles. “Shhh, let me take care of you my dearest. You’ve fought great battles I hear ner kar’ta. Slayer of beasts they say, that true? Are you ner verde? My warrior?” You grin at him lazily and he smiles back at you like you hung the stars in the skies. You feel yourself slowly melting at his words and his smile almost splits his face, loving the way his beautiful and slightly terrifying spouse seems just to melt at his praise.

He diligently checks your cut, making sure the bacta was doing its job. Then, the wonderful man he is, he scrubs your hair again, blessedly freeing you of the rest of the monster goo from your exploits. He runs a hand up your chest, over your neck, and into your hair, tipping your head back and running his fingers through to the end. The movement exposes more of the soft column of your neck and he takes every opportunity to kiss every inch he can reach. “I see you got us more clothes my love, how thoughtful of you. You’re such a good Riduur, taking care of us, taking care of our clan.” You’re practically a pile of goo on the floor as he works through your hair and speaks such praises to you, you’re a relaxed ball of mush and feelings. Sentimental slime. He scrubs down your back and your shoulders, making sure that there is no spot on your body he hasn’t lovingly purged of the filth and muck of your battle, paying mind to not mess with your tender cut. You’d done this a million times for him, and he’s done it for you on the occasions (slim to none with him, the big, over protective, rust bucket he is.) where you’ve not both been too tired to help each other.

Once he deems you relaxed and clean enough, he sprays the cut one more time so it won’t reopen, and his hands go wandering again. He grabs the back of your neck and rotates you around so you’re back is to his chest. He runs a hand up your stomach, over your breasts, and lets it come to a rest around your neck. His other hand rests just below your breasts, and now you’re moaning for a whole other reason. “You relaxed? Hmm?” He starts slowly curling and uncurling his fingers around your neck. It’s like every nerve in your body has gone into hyperdrive, and you can’t help but wiggle against him in anticipation. Feeling where you’ve gotten him all excited. “One of the mothers of the kids came in, told us all what you did. The kid said you were the mightiest warrior he’d ever seen. Said you brought down the beast all on your own, saved the whole town from being terrorized. No casualties, no broken houses, couple stalls damaged, but everything is fixable. You’re so talented, so good at protecting people.”

His hand resting on your stomach ran lower, inching closer to where you needed him most. His words of adulation still dropped from his mouth like honey. “You’re a warrior, a powerful warrior. Can’t wait for you to give me more warriors. We’re gonna have a whole clan full.” You moaned at the thought this statement conjured of your vows. “Together, ner mesh’la sarad, we will raise warriors.”

He started his slow assent to your already soaking folds and moaned at what he found. You were soaking wet, it had been progressively building, but with all this talk of children and love. You’d become a little more than excited. “All this for me?”

Din said, working you open on his fingers, preparing you for his cock. He loved the feel of your walls clenching around his digest as he riled you up further. There’s just something so sexy to you about how appreciative he is of your skills. He adores you, from these soft moments, to your battle hardened temper ready to protect and defend at any time. His appreciation of your body and your mind was addicting. You’d give him the moon on a string if he’d ask. You relaxed into his touch, whining in protest when he took his fingers away and stuck them in his mouth.

“You’re always so sweet for me, but there will be time for that later.” He chuckles, you feel him reach down and line up

With your entrance, and you arch your back enticingly, hoping he’ll go faster and give you the relief you crave. When he does, you let out an unholy moan of pure ecstasy. He fits like he’s made for you. Filling you so completely and perfectly you know you’ll feel him deep inside you for days. When he moves, your whole world shifts and you can’t help the unrestrained noises of bliss that pour from your lips as he pounds into you from behind. “S-so good-d” you gasp, curling your fingers

Into his hair as he keeps your pace languid and unhurried, not wanting to mess with your ribs, but needing you like air. You tug at his brown locks gently and he groans in satisfaction, your body is sheer perfection he thinks, his nirvana was found here, in your arms.

“Like this perfect little cunt was made for me.” He growls, working you both towards your end with his fingers starting to circle around the little bundle of nerves at the apex of your sex. Every drive of his hips pushed you further towards your climax, the head of his member perfectly prodding at something devastating inside you. The salacious sounds of your passion are echoing around you in the space you were in, the water providing relief to your poor muscles who were aching again for a whole other reason now. You feel a band of heat tightening in your stomach, pressure and pleasure coming to a boiling point in your fits of ecstasy. “I-I’m-“

“Go on, I’m right there with you my love, cum for me. Need to feel you when I fill you with my warriors, need to feel the way I want you, the way I breed you.” That’s all it took, the mention of you being round and full of his babies snaps the tension in you, you fall over the edge with a shout of his name, and you feel his stuttering hips chase your climax only seconds after. You rest in each others arms for a moment, and if you thought you were relaxed before, we’ll, now you were positively zen. You were Jedi levels of calm, you think you’ve reached enlightenment.

After you’ve both come down from your highs, Din slowly pulls himself from you and you whimper in protest, hating the loss of contact, but desperately wanting to be clean. He shushed you gently and looks down at where you were connected, watching your shared desire drip from you in a filthy display he could watch for hours. “I know my love, it’s such a pretty sight, but let’s get you cleaned up again hm? I think you need some rest after the day you’ve had, gotta get a patch on those ribs.” He carefully cleans you up and shuts off the water.

He carries you to the towels, using two to carefully dry you off and keep you warm, before carefully bandaging your cut with a bacta patch he must have brought with him. He helps you as you struggle to pull on clothes past the exhaustion and the injury, then sets you on the bench in the corner of the room as he pulls on his new clothes and pulls his helmet back over his head. He must have left the rest of his armor wherever you were staying because all that’s left are your soiled garments in a bag, and his old clothes that he balls up and carried under his arm. Once dressed, he proceeds to scoop you onto his back, letting you bury your face in his neck. He carried you from the room and begins heading to where you can only hope your room must be.you’re glad he left the armor off, grateful that the warm comfort of his skin is what’s pressed against your ribs and not the cool sharp edges of his Beskar. You’re sated and relaxed, body clinging to him as he either confidently walks you back to your room, or parades you around the halls in an attempt to find it. He’s making niceties as he goes, showing off his clearly pleased and well cared for riduur in the process.

“I can walk you know.” You mutter into the gap where his helmet doesn’t quite meet his shoulder. Relishing in the small bit of skin to skin contact it affords.

“Of course you can my love, but I want to. Let me care for you, you deserve to be spoiled after the day you’ve had.” He chuckles. As he wanders, you contentedly dozing in the crook of his neck, he’s stoped by other Mandalorians. Nobody says anything about the way he’s carrying you, either used to the overtly affectionate clinging of couples, or understanding you to be tired and injured from your battle that is slowly churning the rumor mill in the covert. Din grins and accepts compliments for you, and is happy to see that you have totally won these people over. Once again, your dedication to the younglings and foundlings of their communities has warmed their hearts, and the fact that you’ve proved yourself to be a fearsome warrior doesn’t hurt either.

After what feels like ten seconds or ten days from where you dozed on your big Mandalorian heating pad’s shoulder, you eventually find yourself in your room. Din lays you down and helps you kick off your pants and he strips off his shirt. Once you’re all settled in, wrapped up in each others arms so tightly, you can’t tell where he ends and you begin, you recount the days happenings.

“Then I threw those explosives in its mouth and the rest is history.” You sigh, giving Din the full rundown of your little fight in town square today.

“Ah, so they work. Good, we need to stick up.” He muttered, checking your bacta patch again while you lay on your stomach, eyes closed in contentment, happy to let your husband patch you up.

“Yeah, I’ll just use one next time though, brig covered in lizard guts is no fun.” You sigh as he finishes his fretting with your unjust, and placed a kiss on your bare shoulder.

“You gonna make a habit of fighting giant lizards?” He chuckles, snuggling into bed and helping you splay out on his chest so he can play with your hair.

“Maker no I hope not,” you yawn, snuggling down into him with a satisfied groan. Din swears you almost purr at the contact and it brings a new wave of sappy

Feelings to his heart.

“Well good, rest my warrior, you’ve earned it.” He kisses your hair, and you smile.

“Ok baby,” you yawn again, “but let’s do make a habit of fucking in the shower though, that was a blast. Love you.” You mutter finally falling asleep.

Din chuckles and rolls his eyes, fondly pulling the blanket higher over your frame. “Your wish is my command, you di’kut, I love you more.”

[littlemourningstarr]

Dreamstate

Vette can't be sure why he agreed to leave his home in Secomber and follow Gale to Waterdeep- but he told himself the possibility of learning under such an accomplished wizard was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and he needed to take it. But Waterdeep is a completely different world, and Vette is forced to realize just how alone he has always been- and that, perhaps, he felt it was justly deserved.

Chapter 4: We Tend to Fall Apart

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Pairing: Gale x Original Male Character

Part of the Eternally Yours series!

Tags: Tags to be added as this journey continues, teacher-student relationship, fantasy racism, pining, emotional hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort, miscommunication, if you squint there is some past sexual trauma

The day had a lovely chill to it, as Vette stepped away from the academy, towards the city streets. This was the first time he had left the academy alone- but Gale had claimed he had some errands he needed to finish up around campus, and why didn’t go head home before it was late.

Home. Not even two weeks in Waterdeep, but Vette hadn’t felt like correcting the wizard. He had begun to feel better, since he had written his mother. Gale had been right, the Waterdeep post was phenomenal, and he had received his first letter just that morning, before leaving for the academy.

It had put Vette in a pleasant mood.

He turned down a street, taking what he thought might be a short cut through some of the narrow alleys. He was eager to get home and pen a response to his mother- to tell her all about how Gale was intent that he could master other elements beyond fire. That he’d started him with ice, which had always given him the most trouble.

And that he believed Gale. It was hard not to, when the man sounded like he had so much faith in Vette himself.

“Hey!”

It was yelled from a few paces back. Vette paused, glancing over his shoulder- recognized one of Gale’s students. That elf, from last week, who had tried to call Gale’s spells useless.

He was glaring at Vette, eyes blue daggers feeling like they could peel away his skin. Vette turned on his heel, folding his arms, ensuring his shoulders were squared. “What?”

He didn’t even know the guy’s name.

“What the fuck is so special about you that you got an apprenticeship with Professor Dekarios?” Before Vette could speak the guy stormed up to him, well over a head shorter than Vette but not seeming to care. “He has refused apprentices for years.”

Vette didn’t have an answer for him- he really wasn’t fully sure what Gale had seen in him, just that he was glad he had seen it.

The elf seemed to take his silence as condescendence. “Do you know how much gold my family has offered in the past, for him to teach my younger siblings? To teach me? Or how much other families here have offered?” The guy reached out, jabbed his finger into the center of Vette’s chest. “We’re from good families, old Waterdeep blood, and it would have been a good look for us and for Professor Dekarios. And yet he turned us down.”

Vette reached up, pushed the guy’s hand off his chest. “Don’t touch me,” he said, voice a rumble from his chest. “And considering how you don’t give two shits about his magic, I can’t see why you’d want an apprenticeship with him.”

The guy bared his teeth. Vette thought he looked like a rabid little dog. “He’s a fucking chosen- the goddess of magic herself looks at him fondly. Who wouldn’t want that connection, the prestige? Besides, we all know he could level this city if he wanted to, his control is renowned. But all he wants to talk about are petty illusions.”

The guy dared to reach up, jab Vette again.

“So tell me what some scaled freak did to get under him? Did you literally get under him? Or is he only taking pity on you like some science experiment? Just because you’ve got some gods damned infernal lizard blood in you doesn’t mean you’re shit.”

Vette made a fist, tightened it- but told himself to keep calm. Not for himself- he didn’t give a damn about a good fight- but for Gale’s sake.

It was strange, to think of his actions having much impact on someone else.

“So did mommy fuck a dragon, or daddy?” The guy was sneering. It made his face quite ugly.

Vette would never know why he felt the need to answer in any way- maybe he was hoping to intimidate the guy. “My father is a drow with dragon blood- you would have shit yourself in fear if you so much as looked at him.”

Not that Vette actually knew what his father had looked like. But he knew the fear folks had for drow, especially when they hadn’t met any of their own. Add in the dragon blood, and he was sure it cut quite an imposing image.

The elf however just laughed. “Oh my gods you’re half drow? You’re even more pathetic than I thought- fucking under elf scum. Shouldn’t you be in a cave begging a spider for her pussy?” Vette thought to simply leave him babbling like a fool- it wasn’t his job to teach him some decorum, but then the elf continued. “So your mother was whore enough to spread her legs for some drow monstrosity?”

Vette stiffened, felt something snap inside him. Without hesitation he clenched his fist tighter, pulling back and delivering a punch directly to the elf’s jaw. The smaller man stumbled back, blue eyes wide, as he reached up, grasping at his jaw, blood gushing from a broken lip.

Oh that had felt good.

“Say what you will about me,” Vette said, “but if you want to keep your tongue, keep any mention of my mother out of your mouth.”

The elf wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, before turning it to Vette and speaking quickly. Vette moved before the man was done speaking, a bolt of ice slamming through the space he had taken up a moment again, shattered against a building.

He pivoted, was ready to let the sky rain fire on him- but held back, again. It wouldn’t do to cause that much damage- and, again, he was Gale’s apprentice, if he got caught in a tussle it would reflect on the wizard.

In the time it took for him to even have these thoughts, the elf had closed the space between them. Vette felt a sharp sting in the side of his belly, the elf’s fist pressing in hard.

And when he pulled back, there was blood coating his fingers. In his hand he held a thin knife- he must have pulled it from his robes as he moved.

Vette reached for his side, pressed his hand to it- felt blood gushing over his fingers. It couldn’t be that large of a wound- how was he bleeding so much?

“Let’s see how good of an apprentice you are dead,” the man sneered, stowing his bloody knife. He turned then, brazenly walking away as Vette tipped to one side, shoulder crashing painfully into the wall of the building next to him. He pressed his hand to the wound tighter, thinking he needed to stop the bleeding-

He couldn’t do anything here. In a fit of desperation, he closed his eyes, murmuring to himself words he had heard Gale speak daily.

The rush of teleportation left Vette breathless. When the ground materialized beneath his feet again he stumbled, suddenly back in the tower. He nearly lost his footing, grunting as blood stained his robes.

“Tara!” he yelled, hoping she was there. He didn’t want to bleed out and have Gale come back to clean that up- “Tara!”

He heard footsteps, but his mind was going sluggish. Before he could put together they were far too heavy to be Tara, a woman rounded the corner into the room. She paused at the sight of him, bleeding out onto the floor, and Vette simply gawked, mouth going agape.

The stranger had deep brown hair, waves mostly captured in a tie at the nape of her neck- but some framed her face. Delicate lines around her brown eyes, her mouth- and gray woven into her hair like spun silver.

She looked so much like Gale.

And Vette realized he was quite possibly about to slip in his own blood in front of Gale’s mother.

She moved quickly, closing the space between them and bracing his arm, keeping him upright. She didn’t ask who he was, what had happened, just said in a stern but soothing voice, “let’s get you sitting down.”

Vette hated that he sat in one of the dining room chairs, paranoid he’d bleed on the carpet. Gale’s mother seemed to not care in the slightest.

“Robe off dear,” she instructed, and Vette released the pressure on his wound, nearly ripped his robe in an attempt to pull it off. When he let it fall to the floor, he took care that the clean bit landed first. Gale’s mother pulled his shirt up, left it bunched at his ribs, uncaring as blood got on her fingers as she examined the wound. “It’s not large, but you are bleeding quite a bit. We need to get that stopped.”

“Mrs. Dekarios, I heard shouting.” Tara stepped in, pausing at the sight of Vette slumped in the dining room chair, shirt pushed up, blood all over his hand and abdomen. “Oh dear.” She ran over, and Vette tried to focus on the sound of the charm tinkling on her collar.

“Honey, I need you to stay awake.” Gale’s mother spoke with such an even tone, sweet yet Vette couldn’t imagine disobeying her. He focused his eyes on her. “Who did this to you?”

He went to speak, but his throat felt tight. This wasn’t right, he’d taken more damage fighting Leon. “Elf,” he managed, “I don’t know his name. Student.”

Gale’s mother pursed her lips, glanced down at Tara. “It could have been a poisoned knife,” the tressym reasoned, “or enchanted.” She leapt up, unfolding her wings and taking flight through the tower. Gale’s mother told Vette he had best be awake when she returned, and hurried off. He bit at his cheek, trying to keep himself focused.

When Tara returned, she was holding the strap of a small bottle in her mouth. She set it gently on the table, sitting next to it, reaching out to gently paw at Vette’s shoulder.

“Open this and drink it.”

He listened, picking the bottle up and trying to get the top unscrewed. His fingers were slippery with his own blood, but he managed. Without question he threw it back, downing the entire potion in two swallows. It left his mouth feeling warm, his throat tingling, and he swore he could feel it sliding down his esophagus, into his belly.

It was almost instant, how quickly his mind began to clear.

Gale’s mother returned a moment later, dropping into a chair next to Vette and pushing a small towel against his wound. She pressed firmly, but Vette was fairly sure the bleeding would have begun slowing anyway.

“You should need stitches,” Gale’s mother said with a frown, when she finally pulled the towel away to check on the wound. “Tara, how strong was the potion?”

“Strong enough,” the tressym responded, craning her neck to get a look at the wound as well. “He might scar, but if we wrap it up it should close on its own.”

“What’s a scar,” Vette said with a shrug, dropping his head back. He was exhausted suddenly. But a moment later he straightened up, turning wide eyes to Gale’s mother. “Uh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even introduce-”

“Yourself? No need, Tara let me know this morning over tea that my son had taken an apprentice. Where is that man anyway?”

“Still at the academy. He was finishing… something. I don’t know, he didn’t tell me.” Gale’s mother pulled the towel away from the wound, inspecting it, her prodding fingers proof alone she was unphased by the blood that clung to Vette’s skin. He inhaled sharply at the pain, added, “I didn’t ask.”

She nodded, stood up with the towel, wiping her hands on it. “We’ll bandage that up and get you into bed to rest.” She turned to leave the room, and Vette let his body slump against the table, all the energy from his adrenaline rushing out of him.

“Thanks,” he offered to Tara, “I owe you.” She hummed, swishing her tail.

“Thanks are not necessary, Mr. Merigold.” Vette snorted a laugh.

“You can just call me Vette. Mr. Merigold was… well, you know, I don’t think there ever was one.” The name had never belonged to his father, and his grandmother had picked it when his mother was still a young girl, after the untimely death of her husband. Supposedly he had been wretched and she couldn’t fathom keeping his name- yet, her family had insisted on the marriage and shipped her off to Secomber, so she wanted no ties to them either.

Vette had always read between the lines for that story, when his mother briefly talked about it. It was hard to get her to discuss it, but he remembered bits of his grandmother, when he was young. He was quite certain the untimely death had been quite timely at her hands.

“Well then, it seems the name is indeed yours to own, Mr. Merigold. Now,” Tara spread her wings, hopped down off the table and landed gracefully, near silently. “Let’s get you to bed so Mrs. Dekarios can get you bandaged up.”

*

Vette dozed in and out of consciousness for a bit. Vaguely, in the sleep addled state, he heard footsteps, Gale’s voice as if it was floating far away, the hushed tone of his mother-

And then the very loud bang of his bedroom door being shoved open. It jolted him back to full consciousness, as he took in Gale rushing into the room, eyes roving over him, as if he was trying to catalog every inch of skin, every possible place where injury could have occurred.

Worry was an understatement, for the look on his face. Vette was propped up on his pillows, the blanket pooled around his waist, the tips of the bandage taped to his side visible. Tara was curled up directly against the wound, a comforting warmth that was easing the ache radiating from it.

“What in the nine hells happened?” Gale asked, as Tara lifted her head, his mother pausing in the doorway. He reached out, cupped Vette’s face so tenderly, his thumbs moving absentmindedly along his skin, the gold lacing of his flesh, bits of his scales.

So few had ever touched them and not been alarmed.

“You left your apprentice of not even two weeks to wander Waterdeep alone,” his mother chided, “an apprentice, mind you, that I had to learn about from Tara.”

Gale winced, his mother’s disapproval an obvious blow. Vette could understand- would have understood, if Gale wasn’t still holding his face so tenderly, making his heart hammer so painfully against his ribs, making the rest of the world seem to fade away in a warm haze.

“It was nothing,” Vette offered, wanting to reach up, to grip Gale’s wrists, to ask him to never take his hands away.

“It was quite obviously not nothing,” Gale chided, pulling his hands away as he sat on the edge of the bed, glancing down at them as if he hadn’t realized he’d been touching the sorcerer. Tara scoffed slightly- but if it was at Gale or Vette, the half-drow wasn’t sure.

Vette bit at his cheek. He didn’t want to cause trouble for Gale, the man had been nothing but kind to him, and the last thing Vette wanted was to see him suffer in anyway-

And a part of him worried that Gale would decide he wasn’t worth the trouble, and send him home to Secomber. Sitting there in that moment, Vette realized that was the last thing he wanted.

Yet, if he lied, he had a feeling Gale would be even more upset. “One of your students,” he mumbled, glancing down, folding his hands in his lap. “I might have punched him.” Vette expected a rise from Gale, but the wizard was giving him a very clear go on look, quite sure there was more to the story. “He was upset that you took me as an apprentice. He called my mother a whore.”

From the doorway, Gale’s mother made a little displeased noise. “Good boy, always land a punch on your mother’s behalf.”

“Mother please,” Gale said, even as if kept his eyes on Vette. “Who Vette?”

The half-drow shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know any of their names. That elf from the other day, he called your illusionary magic useless.”

Something flashed in Gale’s eyes- a flicker of recognition, and then a flare of sheer rage. He stood from the bed without a word, and with a single murmured word he was gone.

Vette stared at the space Gale had taken up only a moment ago, as his mother sighed, sounding tired. “That boy did always have a dramatic flair,” she lamented, walking over and sitting in the space Gale had been, moments before. She reached out to pet Tara, who had settled back against Vette’s side. “I do believe he’s going to handle the situation.”

Vette leaned back into the pillows, dropping his head and mumbling, “I didn’t want to cause him trouble.”

He couldn’t see it, but Gale’s mother was smiling. “He deserves some trouble, he’s caused quite enough of it in his life.” She reached out, gently pat his thigh, and Vette glanced through blond eyelashes. 

She had nice eyes, a deep, warm brown. Kind. Gale had the same eyes.

“I’m Vette,” he offered, holding out his hand. “Vetter Merigold.”

She smiled at him, giving a bemused, single shake of her head and taking his hand. “Morena Dekarios. Charmed, sweetie. I’m sorry my son did not decide to introduce us sooner.”

“At least you’ll never forget me now,” Vette teased, and watched the way her eyes sparkled. He liked her- he liked her quite a lot, he knew in that instant.

*

Once Morena left the room, Vette fell asleep again. She’d given him some sort of pain killer that had made his eyelids impossibly heavy, and he couldn’t find the reason or will to fight off sleep.

When he next awoke, Vette wasn’t sure if he’d been asleep twenty minutes or several hours. Tara was still settled next to him, burrowed against his side, napping contently. He glanced around the dark room, before he carefully pushed his blanket off his legs, climbing from the bed. A quick parting of the curtains showed him the city cast in starlight- it was well after dark.

Tara lifted her head, eyes half lidded with sleep, and Vette gave her a little wave. When he headed for the door and not the bed, she shifted so she was laying more in the space he had once taken up, soaking in his body heat.

Vette stepped out of his room, found the tower felt oddly silent, as if even its bones slept. There was no sign of Gale mulling about, which led Vette to believe he was in his study- or possibly even in bed, considering it could be quite late. He walked slowly towards the man’s door, the cut under his bandage giving off a hot ache. He grimaced slightly, but tried to ultimately ignore it, as he splayed a hand on the door, meaning to knock.

The door hadn’t been properly shut, and it slowly opened at his weight leaning against it. Vette stepped in to avoid falling, noted that Gale’s desk was empty. The hearth looked cold, the papers scattered about the desktop untouched.

He moved through the room, pausing at Gale’s door, leaning his ear against it. He couldn’t hear anything- and he should have knocked, but he found his hand moving for the handle, pushing the door open without a thought.

The doors to the balcony were open, and while there was no light in the room itself, Vette could see Gale sitting on the bench, staring out over the waters. The starlight cast him in silver, and for a single moment Vette simply stared.

Was this what gods looked like?

The thought almost alarmed him- almost.

“Gale?” he said, softly. The man stiffened, turned towards his voice, just making him out in the dark. Vette walked through his bedroom, paused in the balcony doorway as the wizard stood up slowly. He seemed stiff, and Vette had to wonder how long he had been sitting there, pondering into the night. “Sorry, I should have knocked.”

“No, you’re fine.” Gale moved as if he was going to reach out for him, but hesitated. “How are you feeling?��

“Like I was stabbed,” Vette offered with a smile. Gale gave a single chuckle.

“Clever boy.” The sorcerer fought down a shiver, swore his pupils had to dilate at the words, his heart cramping up in sheer excitement. Oh. “Come, let’s take a look at that.” Gale gestured and Vette turned, walking back into Gale’s bedroom. They moved to the study, and Gale snapped his fingers, the sconces along the wall lighting. Vette barely noticed his lips move with the spell.

Gale pulled his chair from his desk, and Vette sat down carefully, feeling his muscles pulling beneath torn skin. Gale settled down on a knee, reaching for the bandage and beginning to pull it gently from Vette’s skin. The half drow expected the skin to be inflamed, an angry, swollen red, the wound like a glossed, hungry mouth-

It wasn’t. It was already just a split in his skin, the ends seeming to have already begun fusing together, leaving a heavy pink line- the beginning of a scar.

Gale smiled. “Remind me to kiss Sekh the next time I see him.” Vette arched a brow, as Gale let his fingers push at the skin near the wound. “Does this hurt?” Vette shook his head. The touch and pressure didn’t, there was just a constant burning ache as his body healed. “He brewed that healing potion. Remarkable alchemist, truly.”

Vette remembered all of the little bottles of potions he’d had, how he’d wrapped Astarion’s injuries after the first lich-vampire had attacked.

“I think it will be closed by morning. We should bandage it again to be safe- but after that some air will do it good.” Gale stood up, giving a little groan., a muttered bloody knees beneath his breath.

Vette cracked a smile. “Old man,” he teased, and Gale reached out, moving as if he would tussle his bed wild hair-

Instead he stroked it back, cupping the back of his head gently. “Reckless child,” he chided back, and Vette wanted to lean into his touch so badly. But he refused to let himself lull into the comfort- he still had questions. Namely, one.

“What did you do to that guy?”

Gale’s tender look dropped away, and he pulled his hand back, moving to fold his arms. “I have ensured that he has no place at Blackstaff Academy now or in the future. I don’t care how old and rich the damn Ashbreakers are, that sort of behavior will not be tolerated at the academy.”

“You knew who he was and I didn’t even know his name.”

Gale’s frown deepened, pulling at lines along his face. “Unfortunately yes. I was schooled with one of his elder brothers, back in my younger years.” Vette raised a brow, and Gale had to smile. “Elves and their long lifespans. Also his father won’t stop remarrying and having more children. Gods, there should be a limit or something.”

The sorcerer snorted a very undignified laugh, reaching up to cover his mouth. Once he had composed himself, he managed to add, “He said you didn’t take apprentices. That the family has tried to get you to.”

Gale hesitated, but ultimately nodded. “They have. Throw gold and social favor around trying to buy my time away from the academy. But I’d rather my lessons reach as many students as possible, and not just a well to-do ruffian.”

“But you took me.”

Vette swore his voice almost cracked, at the end. It was a near whisper, as his body went tight, under his skin. Gale’s face softened, as he whispered, “That I did.”

No further explanation was offered. Vette didn’t know how to ask for it- wasn’t sure if he could, if he should. Whatever Gale saw in him, he just hoped it never dimmed.

Never?

As he stood up Gale turned to his desk, a little ah! Escaping him as he gathered a few books off it. “I got these for you,” he said, turning and holding out two books- both looking incredibly old and ornate. When Vette didn’t reach for them, he added, “You seemed quite taken with the glyphs, so I stayed this evening to get these from one of the professors who specializes in warding. It seemed a logical step for you.”

Was that why he had stayed? He’d noticed Vette’s silly little interest, and not only remembered, but taken it upon himself to find a way for Vette to pursue it?

Vette felt his cheeks flushing as he took the books carefully. They were quite heavy in his hands. “You’re flushed,” Gale mused, reaching for Vette again, brushing his cheek. Vette fought every instinct in his body to lean into the touch. “Are you alright?”

He was awful and wonderful.

“Just taken aback,” he mumbled, looking away. He felt Gale’s fingers flexing, moving from skin to the smooth reddened scales along his cheek bones. He flinched slightly, and Gale pulled his hand back quickly.

“Apologies, I shouldn’t have done that. Are they sensitive?”

“No, no, they’re just like skin. But usually people don’t… want to touch them.” Vette shrugged a shoulder, offering a resigned smile. “I grew up being asked if I shed like a snake.” He laughed, bitterly, over it.

Gale looked almost pained, over the admission. “May I?” he asked, his fingertips flexing over the scales. Vette gave the smallest nod, and his fingers slid down his cheek, along the scales on his neck, as they branched out to his shoulders. His touch was feather soft, sweet enough to make Vette dizzy. With a little smile, Gale mused, “they’re so soft.”

He paused at the crook of Vette’s neck, thumb rubbing down towards his clavicle, moving easily from silken scales to tanned skin. Gale shifted a bit closer, as close as he could while Vette still clutched the books to his chest, and his hand moved down over his collar bone, to the center of his chest, fingers teasing along the patch of scales at the center, nearly brushing the old tomes.

Vette was light headed, swore the room was spinning. He made a little noise without meaning to- an almost keening whimper, from the back of his throat. He would have dropped the books, if Gale wasn’t close enough to keep his arm pinned between them.

The wizard’s other hand found the dip of his waist- the opposite side of his wound- and gripped it, pulling him in half a step closer. Vette lost his breath, flicked his eyes from Gale’s to his mouth, thinking that he would have given the world for the courage to kiss this man, in that moment.

But he was terrified, in a way he never had been. Gale was something good, and Vette feared how he might tarnish, how the sorcerer might weather his polish away.

Before Vette could linger on his fear longer there was a very clear voice from the study doorway, “Mr. Dekarios, I do believe your apprentice needs his rest.”

Gale jerked back quickly, as if he hadn’t even realized how close he had been. He glanced past Vette, as the half-drow glanced over his shoulder, found Tara standing in the doorway.

“Right. Of course.” Gale cleared his throat. “Head on back to bed Vette, I’ll get you a fresh bandage. How about some tea? Are you hungry?”

Vette clutched the books tightly to his bare chest, managed a tea would be nice, to which Gale nodded. Vette turned, sure he was visibly shaking- and noticed Tara had subtly inclined her head, was studying-

Not him, but Gale, just past him, intrigue in her round eyes. Whatever she saw though, she didn’t voice, and instead followed Vette promptly from the room, to take up her spot curled into his side again.

[aarcanevillains]

The truth doesn’t hurt

Masterlist

Peter, after a realisation with his cousin, finally tells Erik the truth- and it’s a better reaction than he expected.

Warnings: none | cousin OC

Peter stared down at his cousin’s son, the six year old babbling about his newest obsession while Lili cooked the trio dinner. James, like Peter, was growing up without a father- and just like Peter it wasn’t really by choice and for some reason that stung more than usual today. His heart ached for his cousins because he realised something… Peter at current had the choice to change that.

Erik Lensherr is his father. Magneto is his dad.

According to Liliana at least James’ father isn’t a major terrorist so points to her he guesses.

He blinks down at the kid who is now staring blankly at the TV, a long day at school finally catching up to him again it seems.

“Pietro, James. Dinner!” Lili called, that soft polish accent loud and clear as she did (the proud Eisenhardt accent Peter’s uncle- his mums brother and Lili’s dad- would say)

“Coming Mama.” James called back.

Peter zipped the two into the kitchen, James giggling like a madman as he did, settling them in for dinner.

“Thanks for watching him today Pete.” Lili said for what was probably the tenth time since she came home from work. “But… are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m okay why wouldn’t I be okay I’m perfectly fine.” He said at what many would say was a fast tempo (which he would then say it was Andante at most thank you).

“Because you haven’t said a word since James started talking about dinosaurs and you love those giant lizards Kyzun.”

“Ah.”

“Pete quiet today.” James interrupted, food being shovelled into his face at an alarming rate- where Lili definitely didn’t shoot him a scathing glare at that. Peter only shoots one back that says *after James goes to bed*.

And so he waits till then to ask for her opinion on his troubles.

“Just been thinking.” He admits and waits for the usual teasing jab they would share but she’s quiet, listening. “I have the chance to tell Erik he’s my father and I haven’t taken it yet.”

“Why is that?” Liliana asks with a frown.

“I don’t know… I’m scared?” He shrugs. “Either he’ll think I want to replace Nina or he’ll hate me because I’m.. well I’m not the best son in the world so…”

“I’ll rip him to shreds if he thinks that. Peter there isn’t anything wrong with you for one and for another you know it’s the right thing to tell him.” Lili pats his arm. “You said family is important to him yeah?”

Peter nods slowly.

“Then let him know he isn’t alone.”

“I know I should… but what if Erik is already gone when I get back to the mansion?”

“Then you make the bald man find him and you tell Erik everything. You make sure he doesn’t leave until you tell him.”

Peter stands, pushing down those nerves threatening to stop him for the thousandth time.

“I’ll tell him tonight.”

“Give me a call tomorrow about it yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His palms were so fucking sweaty.

Like really fucking sweaty. Worse than Alex trying to drill Scott on the plasma beams and accidentally burning a few (a lot of) really expensive antiques and then Charles going on a rager about how fucking stupid this idea to train inside the house, away from the bunker, was while Kurt stared into your soul for ruining a perfectly good book case… no his brain was not trying to plan an escape route.

His knuckles hit the door before he knew it, three sharp knocks surprising even himself as he heard the door unlock and creak open.

“Peter.” Erik said as way of greeting.

“Hey Erik.” Peter said in kind. “Uh…”

“Do you need something?”

“No-yes… yes I need some help.” His shoulders dropped. “It’s really important and uh.. can I come in?”

Erik frowned in contemplation before moving to the side. Peter was never this… scared to look someone in the eye and Erik was half ready to call out for Charles should the boy do or say something worrying or dare he say stupid.

“How can I be of help?” Erik asked after some long seconds of silence. He was notably irritated which only made Peter more nervous, he felt sick even.

“I was babysitting my cousin’s kid and I got to thinking… he’s gonna grow up like me.” He started, easing into the plan he had haphazardly thrown together.

Erik’s irritated stare softened a little. Peter was sharing personal information, according to Charles Peter didn’t like to share that sort of thing unless it was something… fun.

“Like you?” The metalokinetic prodded.

“Without a father figure.” Peter gulped. “And like me it’s not really on purpose. Neither of our dads even know we exist but Lili… she wants James’ dad to know- she just doesn’t know how to find him and she fucking tried.”

“I do hope she can find him then. I imagine anyone would want to know if they had a child. I certainly would… family is important no matter the circumstances.” Erik sat on his bed, patting it down for Peter to join him.

“You would want to know?” The speedster said quietly. Erik only nodded. “I found my dad.”

Erik’s brows rose, a smile tugging at his lips.

“That’s excellent, no? Have you told him?”

“I haven’t, I’m just… I’m scared.”

And though Erik still wandered why Peter came to him, thought he could be of any help he placed a hand on the twenty-six year old’s shoulder and squeezed. “Why?”

“He’s a… powerful mutant… Because he lost his new family not that long ago. Because he scares a lot of people.”

“Does he scare you?”

“Not anymore.” Erik nodded again. “What would… how would you react if I came up to you and said hey… I’m your son and I’m twenty-six but you’re my dad!”

Erik frowned, not expecting that kind of question.

“Well I would not be disappointed. Perhaps miffed I did not know sooner and angry that I hadn’t been there for you because and know this Peter I would have raised you.”

Peter’s brown eyes widened, something shining by the corner of one that Erik suspected was a tear and his heart well… it aches for the man.

“Do I know your father?” Peter seemed to freeze at that before tentatively nodding. “Practice what you want to say, with me I mean.”

Why was Erik doing this for him? Peter was so confused and yet relieved all at once before snorting out a laugh. He nodded and turned to face him.

“Twenty-eight years ago you met my mother. Dated for a little under two years and after your break up and her move to America she found out she was pregnant with me and my twin sister… my mama is Polish you see so I actually have a traditional name- Pietro.” The slight crease in Erik’s brow told Peter that something had started to click. “She decided to americanise our names for school but anyway… her name was Ma..”

Peter gulped.

“Ma?” The former terrorist tried to joke, to make Peter feel better. “You’re doing well so far Peter, a strong start.”

“Her name was Magda Eisenhardt.“

Erik felt a twist in his chest, a lurch in his gut. He knew that name.

Peter’s mother is Polish… Peter’s real name is Pietro- a name he and his former partner had cooed over once they heard it. Magda… Magda Eisenhardt.

Peter’s silence seemed to be louder than any other sound, than when Banshee would scream or when any explosions echoed.

“But… Maximoff?”

“Mama remarried, we took his name and now I have a little sister.” Peter said quickly. “Her name is Anya but my twin is Wendy which is actually-”

“Wanda?” Erik pulled Peter in for a tight hug. “Like Magda’s mother’s name.”

“Yeah.” Peter relaxed into his father’s hold.

“Thank you for telling me. I wish… I wish you had told me sooner I would have-”

“Stayed?” Peter quipped.

“Yes. I would have tried to stay.”

“Don’t force yourself to stay.”

“I have a son… a daughter.” Erik pulled back, looking at Peter- Pietro… he looks like Magda, he looks like him. “I still have family.”

“Yeah. Yeah you do.”

After moments passed and both men had taken deep breaths Erik asked quietly.

“Your cousin? Is she Aleksey’s daughter or through your step father’s sibling?”

“Uncle Aleksey is still alive and kicking but yeah Liliana is his. He’s still a great brother for ma…”

“And she has a son?”

“James.” Peter smiles brightly. “A six year old with more energy than me some days.”

“I think.” Erik starts. “If you’d allow it I’d like to get to know you, your sister- my daughter- and your family if they would too.”

Peter smiles. He hadn’t expected the immediate warmth, the utter joy on his fathers face the fact that Erik didn’t think he was trying to replace Nina.

Lili was so going to make fun of them both for crying on each others shoulders.

Worth it!

[edettethegreat]

In honor of the end of my second year of college, here’s a short summary of every short story, book, and play I had to read:

(this is part 2 of this post)

[ trigger warning: mentions of both abortion and rape somewhere in here. Probably also murder. Because yeah these are literature class assignments, what sorta subject matter do you expect? ]

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short stories

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The Tell-Tale Heart-

Narrator, while killing a guy: I am definitely not crazy.

Cops: hey we heard some noise here, is everything alright?

Narrator: haha yeah I definitely didn’t kill a guy!

Cops: oh that’s good, well have a good night sir!

Narrator:…

Narrator: ok OK you caught me I killed him!! I killed him because his eye was just too weird!!

Cops: I think.. this guy might be crazy.

Rapaccini’s Daughter-

Giovanni: wow that girl next door is so pretty

Beatrice: *touches a lizard, which instantly dies*

Giovanni: that was kinda creepy actually.

Beatrice: *smiles at him*

Giovanni: nevermind she’s still pretty

Bartleby the Scrivener-

Narrator: hey would you mind doing your job for once

Bartleby: I’d prefer not to.

Narrator: that’s fair have a nice day

Lamb to the Slaughter-

Mary’s Husband: so I may have cheated on you…

Mary: oh, that’s perfectly fine

Mary, killing him: I don’t mind at all actually.

The Necklace-

Mathilde: oh no I lost my friend’s diamond necklace!!

Mathilde: *spends the next ten years working to pay off the debt*

Her friend: You idiot. You absolutely buffoon. That necklace was fake.

The Story of an Hour-

Loise: it sure sucks that my husband died, but it doesn’t suck enough to trigger my fatal heart condition

Her husband: ‘Sup! I’m alive!

Louise: Oh no! My heart! *dies*

Hansel and Gretel-

Hansel: wow our parents really hate us don’t they

Gretel: well I mean they abandoned us in the woods so they wouldn’t have to feed us anymore. So. Figure it out for yourself.

Little Red Cap-

Little red-cap: I would absolutely love to murder a wolf.

Rumplestiltskin-

Rumplestiltskin: I bet you’ll never guess my name!

Rumplestiltskin: It’s Rumplestiltskin by the way.

The Queen: is it by any chance Rumplestiltskin?

Rumplestiltskin: asdjkhskl WHAT how did you guess??

The Dog and the Sparrow-

Sparrow: hey please don’t kill my friend Dog over there

Carter: hey how about you shut up. *kills the Dog*

Sparrow:…

Sparrow: I see. So you have chosen Death. *proceeds to torture and kill this man, as he should*

Young Goodman Brown-

Goodman: I had this really weird dream and now I gotta be suspicious of my wife for the rest of my life

The Lottery-

Townspeople: Ritualized murder is fun!!

A Good Man is Hard to Find-

Grandma: you seem like such a sweet young man. Please don’t kill my whole family.

The Misfit, actively killing them: you seem like a sweet old lady. Sorry I’m gonna kill you now. *kills her too*

The Smallest Woman in the World-

Everyone: wow that woman sure is small!

A Very Old Man With Enormous Wings-

Priest: yeah that’s not an angel, that’s just a dude with wings.

Everyone in the town: Shut up— that totally is an angel!

The old man with the wings: *just wants to be left alone. Is Not having a good time*

The Guest-

Daru: On the one hand, ACAB. On the other hand, I don’t condone murder. So it seems I find myself in a moral conundrum.

Hills Like White Elephants-

The girl: I may or may not want an abortion.

The guy: so… which is it?

The girl: guess.

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books

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Uncle Tom’s Cabin-

Tom: well, after all of the things I’ve been through, I am now dying.

Everyone, including the audience: NO NO don’t you dare die DON’T-

Tom: *dies*

Everyone: *crying, sobbing, screaming, overall not having a very good times*

Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglas-

Frederick Douglas: …and that’s how learning to read and write helped me gain my freedom!

Walden-

Thoreau: I’m not like other girls. I live in the woods.

The Stranger-

Meursault: I killed a guy because it was very hot outside.

The court: The’s the dumbest reason to commit murder we’ve ever heard.

Meursault: huh it seems they’ve given me the death penalty. Why’s they do that? That’s so unfair.

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plays

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Oleanna-

Carol: hey I see you’ve given me a failing grade.

John: Yes, that’s because you didn’t understand the material. But I can tutor you to help you get a better mark on the final.

Carol: Or, alternatively, I could accuse you of rape and pass by default?

John: wait. what.

Andre’s Mother-

Cal: It sure is tragic that Andre died, isn’t it?

Andre’s Mother: …

Cal: great talk we’ve had here today.

A View from the Bridge-

Eddie: guys, I think Rodolpho is gay.

Everyone: what makes you say that?

Eddie: well he’s just so pretty…

Eddie: …and kissable..

Eddie: y’know. He looks like the sort of guy I’d wanna kiss

Everyone: …

Dutchman-

Lula: hi stranger. I’m gonna aggressively flirt with you now.

Clay: haha well this is kinda weird, but at least you’re not a serial killer or something, right?

Lula, while stabbing him: lmao yeah that would be pretty messed up!

Topdog/Underdog-

Lincoln: hey isn’t it messed up that our parents names us Lincoln and Booth? It’s like they want you to kill me or something—

Booth, killing him: yeah that would be pretty messed up, wouldn’t it?

[wonusite]

Thought. Who enjoys loving degradation (non sexual) from their s/o?

Cause I feel like if DK, Dino or Seungkwan said something dumb/uneducated and you did it, they would just melt versus Joshua who would be cutely and playfully offended - like gasp how dare you? After all I’ve done? Woe is me. He’s so dramatic I love him.

Like you’d be sitting on the sofa, legs crossed and a sketchbook rested on one of your knees drawing something - maybe like a chameleon, and they’d come into the living room and look over your shoulder like

‘whatchu doin?’

‘Just sketching something quick’

‘whoa, that’s really good! … I heard chameleons sometimes pass away cause they choke on their own tongues, can you believe that?’

You’d stop sketching as you tried to really process what you’d heard and that he had said it with so much enthusiasm - like he was giving a Ted talk on the different ways lizards meet their ends. You’d put down your pencil and place the book on the seat beside you before turning to him, grabbing his face and planting the most passionate kiss on his lips that he’s ever received, nipping on his bottom lip before pulling away and telling him that he’s so good damn lucky that you’re a morophile. His eyes would just be sparkling in adoration with the goofiest grin on his face and the most adorable flush on his cheeks, they’re so high this fool probably can barely even see you. Your fine piece of dumbass would probably even say thank you but all he can do is focus on your lips.

‘Do you uh, wanna hear more facts?’

‘Depends, what’ve you got for me?’ As you’re re sliding your hands down his chest and fiddling with the button on his jeans. You’re not gonna open them yet. Just gonna play with the button long enough that he wants you to.

‘Apparently cum has enough protein in it to be a better supplement than the powde- mMmmMMM’

‘mmm, if you keep talking like that I’m gonna have to suck you dry’

‘S-suck? Dry!? I i i- I don’t under- MMhmHMmmHmmM!!!’

Y’all buy new couch cushion covers and bed sheets so frequently that you have a monthly Amazon subscription… his account of course - it’s only fair since he’s the reason you’re in this mess anyway. Plus you just bleach the ruined ones and his dog has the worlds plushest bed. It’s a cotton and silk castle at this point.

Morophilia - the affinity for morons/stupid people

-😶‍🌫️

top contenders are dino, dk, gyu, and hoshi

also this made me cackle 😂

[two-gays-in-a-trenchcoat]

“you know he’s in love with you, right?”

Mammon fell for you hard and fast, like heavy stones tumbling from a hole in a torn bag. Everyone knew it, too. He’s always been the sensitive type, wearing his heart on his sleeve. His brothers, the other exchange students could tell he was whipped for the wily little human he’d been tasked with the caretaking of.

“What’re you staring at?” You asked. He looked away quickly, trying to stifle the warmth that spread up from his cheeks. He shuffled the papers on his desk—the ones he was supposed to be filling out in preparation for his history exam—and fiddled with his pencil, feigning indifference.

“I’m not starin’ at nothin,” he mumbled. “Ya just had some pudding on your face and I thought ya looked stupid.”

You immediately wiped at your mouth with your sleeve and Mammon snickered, daring to steal another glance at you. In that moment, he could’ve sworn he’d never seen something so beautiful.

You two were in the House of Lamentation’s library, fully intent on studying and catching up on homework.

That went about as well as you’d imagined.

Mammon stood up suddenly. “Oi, are y’all hungry for anything?”

You peered down at your stomach. “I mean, yeah, I could eat. I didn’t have much of a lunch.”

Mammon scoffed. “Jeez, human, you should’ve said so earlier.” He began packing up his things. “I’m gonna stop by Hell’s Kitchen. I can pick up some of those boring-ass cheese fries ya like so much.”

“Yes please!” You sat up, now eager at the thought of one of your favorite indulgent snacks. “I’ve been craving those all week.”

“Yeah, I know, you couldn’t shut up about ‘em yesterday. They’re so plain, I don’t even see why ya like ‘em so much.”

You stuck out your tongue at him. “It’s not my fault you guys like putting dog tongues and lizard brains on everything you eat.”

He poked at your shoulder playfully. “It’s goat tongues, thank you very much.”

“Whatever.” You elbowed him lightly, grinning. “Now go fetch me my rations, slave.”

“I’ll have you know I’m doing this out of the kindness of my heart, you ungrateful heathen.”

You snorted. “‘Heathen’? That’s rich coming from a demon.”

He waved you off. “Whatever. Don’t miss me too much while I’m out.”

“Never do.” You smirked as he walked out, flipping you off behind his back as he went.

“You know he’s in love with you, right?”

You whipped your head around to see Asmo leaning up against the doorframe, Belphie just behind him.

“What?” You asked.

Asmo snorted. “Mammon. He’s in love with you.”

“It’s getting painful to watch,” Belphie yawned.

It was your turn to chuckle, and you turned back to your work. “Well, yeah, no shit he’s in love with me. I’m not blind.”

Belphie blinked while Asmo gaped at you.

“What, did you think I didn’t notice? He’s not exactly subtle,” you continued.

“Then why haven’t you said anything?” Asmo asked, before gasping. “Do you not like him back?”

“Of course I like him back. If I didn’t, I would’ve shut him down already,” you shrugged. “I guess I just want him to come to terms with it himself before I do anything.”

Belphie yawned again. “Considering Mammon has the emotional self-awareness of a zucchini, you might be waiting a while.”

You smiled softly. “Yeah, I’m okay with that.”

[olderthannetfic]

I mean there are issues within m/m fanfiction, the problem is the arguments we see take things to the extreme. Either there's no issues and it's just women exploring their sexuality and how dare you mock the things women like! OR It's homophobic how dare straight women fetishize gay men! When in reality there are tropes and trends that do lean more towards homophobia or heteronormativity but there's no space for us (slash fans) to call that out without having to defend against the extremes.

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This is so hilariously moderate that I think everyone would agree with it if they take it at surface value and don't read into your words.

Anyone who is a veteran of decades of fannish debate will read into your words.

The basic issue is that the conversation people typically want to have about things that are homophobic or heteronormative is pretty 101. They're coming to this fresh with great earnestness, but to someone like me, it's just going to sound like sealioning because we've had these same arguments in slash fandom and in queer communities going back decades.

For example, here are the standard Not Queer Enough bad things that make us just like the breeders according to 80s/90s queer community wank:

marriage

raising children

monogamy

roles of any kind including butch/femme

99% of A/B/O Is Just Het Tho or BL Is Bad Because Ukes wank sounds like all of this over again.

And then there's the eternal fight about whether Pride is for kink and adults and free expression of sexuality or whether it's for corporations and kids in strollers. Conform and kick your less acceptable members to the curb as a political strategy to get rights or be inclusive punk rebels but make fewer strides in legislation? It's a legitimate and eternal struggle in minority groups.

The obsession with Good Representation™ is part of this. So is not liking stuff that overlaps your group with kink and socially unacceptable sexual fantasies. In other words...

RESPECTABILITY POLITICS

.

If somebody sends me an example of a specific fic or trend they think sucks, I'll keep an open mind...

But I can tell you I have yet to hear an argument about any actual fic on AO3 that made me agree it was homophobic or heteronormative rather than just standard porn bullshit that the lizard brain loves.

People are always wringing their hands about shit that is super common in romance novels and erotica and live action pornos alike because audiences love it.

So for example, I really hope nobody expects me to take seriously an argument about m/m fanfic being bad for any of:

penetration = real sex, all other sex = foreplay

virginity is real and matters

ravishment

biology works how is hot and/or convenient to the plot

everyone has a giant dick

safe sex is boring and we're going to pretend STDs don't exist

everyone is a giant nympho slut

everyone is unrealistically monogamous

dick so good it converted someone

kink with zero negotiation first

zero realistic psychological consequences for anything

etc.

Someone's going to go, "Okay, okay, not literally always, but you have to agree that sometimes this trope is bad. Or it's bad that it's like 99% of fics."

No.

No I don't.

At zero times do I agree that it's a problem all porn does the dumb penetration=real sex thing. Yes, it's dumb. Yes, it's unrealistic. It's there because it's hot. If you find it un-hot, write something else.

I'm totally down to have a conversation about which trends are stupid or boring, but homophobic? Heteronormative? LOL.

Fundamentally, every single conversation about problems in m/m fanfic on AO3 starts from the assumption that fic should be looked at from a reader's perspective. This is the reader's whole media diet. They learn queerness from fic. They learn sex ed and biology from fic. They don't have access to other queer media. They're learning the wrong messages. Blah blah blah.

I look at fic as more like someone's porn (or the emotions equivalent) they wrote for themselves in their diary and were nice enough to let others see as a favor. Sure, occasionally, I think "Wow, author, I am so sorry for you that you view bodies and sex this way", but even then, how do I know it's not just that they're a bad writer? The only thing I'm learning from their fic is that some very weird stuff makes me horny. If I have trouble putting that fic in a wider context of realistic queerness or non-fanfic erotica or whatever else, that's my problem, not the writer's.

The only "problem" with m/m fanfiction on AO3 is that I cannot find any first time sex pollen RM/JK A/B/O where they're both alphas and JK is on the bottom and RM feels comedic levels of melodramatic guilt over it while JK's entire internal monologue is just the word "thighs" over and over and over.

[itsstrawberrymochi]

Hi, I love your content so I wanted to request something! Could you do headcanons with the hashira’s x gender neutral reader(- muchiro ofc) where they find out that the reader self-harms? If this makes you uncomfortable at all please delete it!

Kny pillars reacting to their s/o who self-harms

Awww thank you anonymous that means a lot to me hope you enjoy this also thx for reading my request rules when you said minus Muichiro ^^

Characters: all pillars expect Muichiro

Warnings: Mentions of self-harm and suicide

Note: if you or anyone you know is doing this activity please seek help with people you trust , it may seem that self harm is the best distraction but it’s really not, it’s only a temporary relief and you don’t deserve to always go through that pain ❤️

Giyuu

🌊- Now it took him a while to notice this

🌊- Don’t get him wrong, Giyuu loves you and all but he just assumed the injuries were from a demon after all that’s what you told him you had to no reason to lie right?

🌊- When he found out the truth he got extremely sad, he also got mad at himself for taking so long to notice

🌊- When he finds out he wouldn’t dare shout at you or make a scene out of it, instead he’ll calmly approach you and ask what’s the matter

🌊-If you don’t tell him right away he won’t pressure you to do so instead he’ll wait until you’re ready to talk

🌊- He’ll just sit next to you calmly in silence for hours and hours until you’re finally ready tell him

🌊- When you tell him the reason he would start to try and find a solution for the problem so you can feel better

🌊- He would also pull you in a soft hug and just let you cry on him while listening to you tell him what’s wrong

🌊- Giyuu would alway try his absolute best to make you feel better and he’s very serious about the cutting/harming and does everything in his power to try and make you stop

🌊- He’s extremely afraid that one day you’ll go beyond self-harming and he doesn’t want to lose you

Rengoku

🔥- A literal angel that was sent from heaven

🔥- Rengoku would immediately notice that you self-harm, he is extremely observant when it comes to you so he’d be quick to realize

🔥- Like Giyuu he wouldn’t pressure you to tell him what’s the matter but he’ll wait until you’re ready to say

🔥- Rengoku would make sure you know that it’s not you vs the problem but rather you and him vs the problem

🔥- He’ll make sure you know he’s there for you and whatever problem there is you don’t have to go through it alone

🔥-He also isn’t the type to give you words such as “ it’s ok this problem will pass” or “you’ll get over ”, but rather say “ Don’t worry my little flame we will find a solution to the problem no matter what”

🔥- If you’re feeling helpless or upset and feel like self-harming again he’ll drop everything he’s doing to talk to you and try and calm you down

🔥- Rengoku would allow you to talk to him whenever. He would never tell you to go away or say he’s too busy. He’d also let you talk to him for hours it doesn’t matter to him just as long as you feel better

🔥- There are often occasions where you would be laying on his lap and he’ll gently rub your back as you cry and rant to him

Shinobu

🦋- She’ll notice right away, she’s a medic so she can tell the difference between real injuries and self- inflicted ones

🦋- She would become heartbroken to know you were so sad you felt the only way to feel better was pain

🦋- She would make all the butterfly girls leave and go to another room so she can talk to you in private when she found out

🦋- Even though some scars are already healed she would kiss every single one of them

🦋- She does it because she wants to ‘kiss it better’

🦋- She would place bandages and medicine all over the new cuts so they can heal properly

🦋- She is very patient with you, she understands that you won’t stop your self-harm just like that so she’ll take her time talking to you and helping you get over it

🦋- She would alway check up on you and whenever she does she always has some tea or your favorite food ready to talk and listen to you

🦋- She always encourages you to tell her you’re true feelings and never makes you feel emotional or dramatic for it

🦋- If she knows she’s going on a really long mission and won’t see you for while she’ll ask Kanao or one of the butterfly girls to check up on you but if you don’t want them to know about it she would keep it private and she’ll just constantly send you letters instead

Mitsuri

💖- When she found out she talked to you as soon as she could

💖- She found out during a pillar meeting when your sleeve accidentally lifted up showing all the unnatural scars

💖- She had waited after the pillar meeting, when you two were in private to talk about it. She knew you clearly didn’t want anyone to know so she was sure no one was around

💖- When she asked you about it she couldn’t help but break down crying, Mitsuri would blame her self for your self-harming and feel like she did something wrong to you but you’ll explain to her that it wasn’t her fault but she’ll still cry because you were hurting all this time and she didn’t know.

💖- Her number one method of helping you heal is showing you lots and lots of love and care and showing you she is there for you

💖- So that basically means more sweets, more tea parties, hugs and kisses,more l love you, her complementing you all the time etc

💖- She had also bought you a bunny, so if she ever went on long missions you’ll always have “ someone” to talk to.

Sanemi

☁️- At first he would be kind of angry. Angry at himself for not noticing and angry at you for not telling him

☁️- Genya was the one who had told him , Genya being your worried younger brother in law couldn’t stand by and watch you do this to yourself

☁️- Sanemi’s first thought was to yell at you for doing it but then he thought you’d probably be afraid to talk to him about it if he did

☁️- He’ll burst in your room and yell “Y/N I KNOW YOU INTENTIONALLY HURT YOUR SELF”

☁️- You expecting him to yell about it prepared for more but when he reached you he just shoved your face into his chest and pulled you in for a soft hug

☁️- He’ll then say he was sorry you had to go through all this pain alone and sorry that he wasn’t there for you

☁️- He’ll allow you to cry on his shoulder for as long as you’d like

☁️- He wouldn’t care that you’re messing up his slayer uniform nor how long you’re crying for

☁️- While you’re crying he’ll reassure he is now and will forever be there for you and he’ll also reassure you and you can tell him anything

☁️- This wasn’t the only time he allowed you to cry on his shoulder,after the one time you cried he wouldn’t easily dismiss the matter but instead constantly bring it up to make sure you’re getting better

Obanai

🐍- He’s a very observation person especially when it comes to you so he’ll notice your self-harming rather quickly

🐍- He was very patient with you, so the first time he asked and you didn’t tell him he waited until you were ready, like Giyuu he didn’t force you to talk about it.

🐍- When you two did talk about it he never judged you or made you feel bad for doing it, he never called your self harming ‘ attention seeking’ or called you dramatic for doing it

🐍- instead he’ll empathize with you and try to understand why you’re doing it

🐍-Obanai is definitely not one to show physical affection, he rather shows he loves you through words of affirmation BUT If you ever need him to hold you or hug you he’d be more than glad to do it

🐍- He’ll alway hold on onto you and assure you he’ll try and help you solve the problem

🐍- You’ll also have Kaburamaru to be your support snake he’ll alway wraps hisself around you or rub his head on your check to try and make you feel better

🐍- Obanai always try his best to make you feel better and he will near you every second of the day he’s right next to you to because he wants to be a constant reminder that you’re not alone

Uzui

🔊- It was own of the wives that told him about it

🔊- Uzui would immediately blame himself he would think you were probably upset that he was giving one of his wives e attention than you

🔊- He’ll then immediately go to you and apologies for it but then you’ll explain to him that’s not the reason. He’ll then feel relieved but immediately worry knowing there’s something making his love sad

🔊- He is the type to not assume what would make you feel better but would ask you how he could help. He’d ask if you want to talk about it with him, if you wanna talk to someone else maybe one of the wives, if you wanna be left alone, if you want a support animal ( yes willing to get you a cat/dog/lizard etc to make you feel better 😌)

🔊- He would kindly ask for you to give him the weapons you use for self-harm, he refuses to do it by force because that’ll make matters worst, if you don’t give it to him the time he’ll constantly ask for always in a soft and calm voice

🔊- If you’re a slayer he’ll even go as far and take away your sword he’d only give it back if he’s sure someone else is going on a mission with you and they can watch you or if he’s going

🔊- He would also get all of his wives to separately talk to you and try to make you feel better

🔊- Uzui allows you to cry on his shoulder if you ever need it and he’ll gently pat your head or rub your back

Gyomei

🪨-He would cry as soon as he found out

🪨-Like Shinobu he would be extremely heartbroken and his heat would weep for you

🪨- He absolutely hates the fact that you hurt yourself and would always cry thinking about it or if he hears you did it again

🪨- If the reason you are cutting yourself is because you don’t feel like you are good enough he would remind you of all your good qualities and there are lot

🪨- He’ll also wrap his arms around you and cuddle you as you cry because he knows how much you love it

🪨- Gyomei, if you allow it likes to gently rub all your self-injury scars because he believes you deserve comfort for going through all that pain

🪨-He wound often call them battle scars he does it because he believes that you did in fact went through a battle with many problems and you won

🪨- He is very gentle and patient when it comes to your self-harming , when he speaks to you about it and gives you advice it’s always in a soft and calming voice and whenever you rant or cry about how you feel he’ll patiently wait there for hours and let you speak, he’ll only speak when he knows that you are done, he wouldn’t dare interrupt you

This was my first time writing Uzui and Gyomei hope I did good, also this was my longest ever request so I wouldn’t be surprised if it has grammar errors sorry for that 😭

[dourpeep]

WAIT. I'm losing my mind over that friends to lovers post you reblogged. All I can think about is college Albedo + mutual pining, romantic tension, and friends to lovers OTL

- Leaving little post it notes in his bag or inside the cover of his textbook to tell him to have a nice day or remind him to take care of himself because you know he has a tendency to work too hard sometimes!! And what if he meets up with Sucrose and Timaeus because they like to catch up and sometimes discuss their research or homework, and they see Albedo hiding a grin behind his books and think that he's solved a particularly difficult problem but it's just a cute little note you slipped him when he wasn't looking

- You stay up studying for exams with Albedo and he dozes off on your shoulder so you sit there afraid to move because you don't want to wake him but you're also dying inside

- The two of you go to the library to work but eventually get distracted so it turns into the two you sitting close together on a couch and reading each other sections from your favourite books

- I can also see him as someone who rambles about labs or new research he's absolutely taken by. Weeks later when you mention something he said before, he's a little surprised but you just tell him that you tried your best to understand everything because you know it's important to him and maybe his heart skipped a little

- Going off your headcanons: Albedo looking for little specimens and deciding it could be a fun outing with Klee so she can get some sunshine and you find the two of them in the park. You end up joining them and Albedo's heart softens seeing you and Klee laughing and smiling together!

- I remember this little headcanon you had where he snorts when laughing sometimes and imagine Albedo letting one slip out while he's with you, and Kaeya teasing him later on.

- Eventually, his friends start asking if the two of you are together because of the silent affection and teasing between the two of you. Albedo knows he likes you but he's scared a relationship will ruin everything and you're too important to lose even if it means he never says anything, but little did he know, you have feelings for him too.

Anyway, I hope you have a nice day and week! Sorry about this monster of an ask lmao

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR ALBEDO

NEVER

Like... there are two characters that I seldom, if ever, turn down and that's my beloved Albedo and beloathed Scaramouche- If you don't want me to shut up about a topic??? Like just utter word vomit???? Bring them up. Bring them up, I dare you--

Okay okay okay okay now lemme just--

oops. 1.4k words. Enjoy your headcanon drabbles, courtesy of me being a hard simp for Albedo--

College au Albedo is pretty close to how he normally is! Brilliant, though having difficulties with making friends and keeping said friends, getting carried away with experiments (did you know if you're on good enough terms with the professors, they'll vouch for you so you can use the lab when there aren't classes using them?? Yeah)...so the friendship that you have with him is certainly the closest one he has.

It'd be the kind where you knock on his dorm or apartment door at 11:45pm with some takeout and your textbooks and he'll let you in without a second thought. You slip inside and settle on the floor next to the coffee table cross-legged, setting the food out as if you don't live a good walk away. He wasn't going to sleep any time soon anyway.

Like the kind of friendship where your hand instinctively slips into his to tug him towards something cool you found or to the café where you tend to go after classes.

Even after you get to your destination, you don't let go.

Now that that has been established--the little notes you slip into his bag or on his books really began as a little reminder. Despite his keen intellect, Albedo tends to easily forget things because his mind is always going onto the next thing. So, being the great friend you are, would just slip a note to remind him to take breaks, eat a snack, or that you're supposed to go and meet Sucrose and Timaeus after class to prep for the upcoming exams.

Neither of you really know when they began to turn into doodles or 'seemingly platonic declarations of adoration'. It's normal for friends to write a heart besides "Don't forget I love you!", right? Yeah.

The smile that makes it's way on Albedo's face is unmistakable the moment that Sucrose accidentally stumbles upon a sticky note carefully tucked in one of his notebooks.

-

Speaking of Albedo and his tendencies to get carried away with stuff, he often functions on...minimal sleep.

Those nights that you pop up at his place to study or just hang out, he often ends up dozing off, glasses sliding uncomfortably down the bridge of his nose and hair tousled out of it's usual style.

You never plan to stay the night (though even when he's awake he insists you do because it's not as safe at night to make the commute home), but you can't just disturb his sleep when it's the first time in a while that he's probably gone without taking a capsule or two of melatonin to help himself back into some semblance of a sleep schedule.

It's these moments that you remember just how soft his hair is and just how nice his shampoo smells.

Also that he's a cuddler.

You awake in the morning, back aching and eyes squinting against the sudden brightness of the world around you and limbs tangled with your best friend. He's unbothered because his face is half-shoved against the crook of your neck.

-

With the library, you often find yourselves in a little game. There's so much to learn and so, so many topics through the old vanilla-scent found between pages!!

So trips to the library end up with the two of you digging and sifting to find a topic you've never heard of, sit and read for 15 minutes, then proceed to explain said topic the best you can (without looking!!). It almost always ends up with a few chuckles from Albedo as you fumble explaining (and half-making up) information and Albedo's (unfairly) great short-term memory winning out.

Speaking of...between actually studying and your little topic games, Albedo turns to you to bounce off his current observations and ideas. Sucrose and Timaeus, though both in similar majors as Albedo, are busy with their own projects and research to the point that they don't really have the time to help with stuff as extensive as his research.

Annnnd, naturally, since you don't have anything better to do and are almost always by his side, you play that part!

You listen intently no matter how dense the subject may be and no matter if you do or do not have the background knowledge.

When you ask him to explain something you don't quite understand, he can't help but blink in surprise because you were listening??? And wanted to really understand? You prove time and time again (even days, weeks later) that you listened to every word that tumbled out during his rambles.

And of course you do! Albedo's one of the most important people to you, so it's only natural that you want to show interest in his interests.

Also it's pretty cool to find out those random bits of trivia (like lobsters and their repairable telomeres-).

--

Klee!!!

Oh man, the first time that you met Klee was a pretty hectic day for Albedo. Due to his Aunt Alice's incredibly busy schedule, he tends to care for Klee on days that he doesn't have class.

However, that particular day he just barely finished class before he had to go and pick her up from school.

With you in tow, that is.

Immediately, the little girl brightens up at your presence, no doubt excited from what she's heard about you (listening in to Albedo's conversations with Alice and the embarrassed tone in his voice when he realizes that he's let your name slipped again and now Aunt Alice wants to know about this particular friend who's captured dear little Bedo's attentions). He's relieved when Klee doesn't immediately reveal that.

From then on, Klee insists that Albedo invites you for every outing they have.

The cafe for a quick treat? The bookstore to sit and read a few books?

"Oh, please please please?? Can they come Albedo? Klee promises that she'll be good!"

Who is he to say no?

But above all, those park days are his favorite. You end up running around with Klee, lifting her up so she can reach a particular leaf on a branch, squatting down to see a bug or lizard that she's entirely enthralled by--all while Albedo sits under the shade of a tree on a blanket, sketchbook and pencil in hand.

You don't know it (even though there's many occasions where he's shown you his sketchbook), but the pages are filled with your smile.

-

Around you, Albedo's found that he's most comfortable.

There's no need to hide insecurities or hold his tongue when something particularly exciting comes to mind...nor does he hold back in his laughter. Especially with your insistence that his laugh is cute.

That scenario with Kaeya is entirely an accident, proof of just how used to your presence he's become.

It's a late night and you're out with a bigger group of friends than usual, some friends that Albedo's only known since the start of college, but definitely good ones.

With a drink in your hand you all sit at a large table, chatting about anything and everything when you crack a joke and Albedo snorts.

Not like a snort with his normally quiet chuckle, either.

Instead, he's laughing hard, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes and stomach hurting (and maybe it's because of the few sips of drink he's had) and he snorts. The moment the sound escapes him and he's trying hard to calm back down, Kaeya grins.

He's most definitely one of the first people to put two and two together.

After all, Albedo keeps to himself, even around them. But with you around? There's a certain spark of life that ignites.

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It's no surprise that the two of you are close when all is said and done.

But that doesn't stop either of you from choking and cheeks from flushing when someone asks if you're a couple. It happens often--too often to count--and ranges between Kaeya's teasing comments and a few sweet words from an elderly woman passing by your table at the cafe.

And you laugh--you and Albedo--because no, no, you're just friends.

Right?

Then the light hits your features just right, illuminating you in a soft glow that makes your eyes shine and--

It's undeniable the way that he feels for you. The sudden quickening of his heartbeat is proof enough. You slide your drink towards him for him to try and he does the same, eyes unable to leave your lips as you take a sip and then smile.

Between the cracks of his appreciation, of this warmth, dread seeps.

Though...that was just over a week ago.

Sitting down back at his apartment, your head resting on his chest and your hands intertwined while you watch whatever's on tv, you shift. Your lips meet in a sweet kiss.

And Albedo wonders how neither of you managed to see it sooner.