#eggy prompts

[sw4nfire]

King of Swords

[qqchurch]

clone sex scene with fraternal clones but the MC hits a mental block while controlling her girl-clone and the entire scene stops dead because she has no idea why she can't bring herself to do it with her main-guy-body

[dioasscheeks]

Last OCtober prompt I'm gonna do cuz I lowkey don't like the rest of the prompts and will simply continue with jojotober

anyways prompt is current fav song

[skummell]

Some of my most recent arts from my Insta, Part 1.

Insta

[moonstruckme]

hello mae ! could i ask for an apple pie with any of the marauders with these prompts?

“a flea market wedding dress” & “hands stained with pen ink”

it would also be alright if it’s just the first one if ever you don’t feel like writing with two of them in mind !

- 🧸 (i always forget to sign off with this 😭)

Thank you for requesting <3

cw: some non-sexual nudity (it's hardly mentioned only really implied)

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 749 words

“Do we need eggs?” Remus asks from the other room. 

“I don’t think so.” You zip the dress up in the back, relishing in the smooth feel of the fabric on your skin. It fits like it was made for you. “I’m not feeling very eggy lately. Our last ones went bad.” You smile at yourself in the mirror, going to show Remus.

“It just feels strange not to have eggs…” he trails off as you come into view. It’s not your appearance that surprises him—you’ve been showing off your finds from the flea market since you got home—but the dress itself. “That’s pretty.” He sounds a tad breathless. “It’s, um. It’s white.” 

“Yeah,” you laugh, “it was someone’s wedding dress, once. Isn’t it nice?” You give him a little twirl. “I think if I take out some of the layers in the skirt it could be cute for summer. Very flowy.” 

“Very.” Remus caps the pen he was using for your grocery list, amusement coloring his tone. “You look lovely in it, dove. You know everyone will think we’re getting married when you wear it out, though, don’t you?” 

“With the way you dress?” You grin. It worsens when he stands, coming over to you with a grin of his own. “Doesn’t seem likely.” 

“My jumpers are very dapper,” he says, smiling into a kiss. 

You hum noncommittally, and he gives your middle a playful warning squeeze. A quick peck to your lips, then another, longer and sweeter. You set your hands on his chest, feeling the soft material of the jumper he’s wearing now. 

“I don’t know,” you tease, looking down at your contrasting outfits. “I think—oh, Remus!” 

You move away from him, but the damage is done. Two smudges of ink remain on your dress where his fingertips were. 

Remus is quick to follow your gaze. “Fuck.”

“It’s okay,” you say, even as your heart sinks. 

“No, dovey, I’m so sorry.” He looks like he wants to reach for you again, but he looks at his hands and swears instead. “I can—wait one second.” 

He goes back around the counter, and you hear the sink running. 

“Really,” you say, “it’s fine. It was only a few quid.” 

“No, but you were excited about it. I think I can get it out.” 

“It’s ink, Rem, it’s…” 

You trail off as he comes back around the corner, soapy dish sponge in hand, and presses it to your dress. 

“What…” You move your arm out of the way. Remus settles a hand on your hip, holding the both of you steady as he bends closer to your waist. He swipes the sponge over the fabric with a concentrated furrow between his brows. “Are…are you washing me?” 

“I’m getting the stain out.” 

“I don’t think soap is going to do it, honey.” 

The look your boyfriend casts up at you is equal parts loving and exasperated. “It usually works for me. This isn’t my first time getting ink on clothes.” 

That, you can believe. The writing in Remus’ notebooks is always smeared, the culprit to be found in his inky hands. Sometimes you swear he gets black and blue stains up to his elbows. You’ve no clue how he manages it.

“Now we only need to put baking soda on it, and it should come out.” He gives your dress one last good scrub with the sponge.

“Right,” you say hesitantly. “So should I just lie down for that, or…” 

“I probably should have had you take it off first,” Remus admits. “I panicked, a little bit.” 

You laugh. He looks relieved to hear it, some of the guilt easing from his expression. “That’s my fault, I guess.” You unzip the back of your dress, trying to step out of it without disturbing the stain. 

“No, I think it’s all still mine,” Remus says, but he takes it from you.

Once he’s done arranging it in the sink and piling it with baking soda, he comes back to you, slotting a hand behind your ear and letting his fingers slip into your hair. 

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He kisses you. 

You roll your eyes. He knows you can’t be cross at him when he does that. 

“You just didn’t want me to be better dressed than you,” you say, though there’s nothing but fondness to be found in your tone. 

“You’re always better dressed. As you’ve said, the bar isn’t high.” 

“Oh, shut up. You know I like your jumpers just fine.”

[pandorkful]

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[seospicybin]

SEOSPICY PREVIEW.

THE BABYSITTER: FINAL PART.

Felix x reader x Hyunjin. (s,f)

Chapters: Part I / Part II

Synopsis: You find a home away from home while caring for Aster, the lively son of Felix and Hyunjin and what begins as a temporary job blossoms into an unforgettable bond with a family that changes your life. But after graduation comes a difficult choice: pursue your dreams or stay with the people who’ve come to mean the world to you.

...

The kitchen is alive with the warm hum of activity. Felix adjusts the camera one last time, ensuring the angle perfectly captures the countertop where Aster stands on a sturdy step stool. His son’s tiny hands grip the edge of the counter as he bounces on his toes, excitement bubbling over.

“You ready, Aster?” Felix asks, his signature bright smile lighting up his face.

“I'm so excited!” Aster chirps, clapping his hands together.

You’re stationed behind the main camera, already recording, as Felix presses the timer on his phone to keep track of the video. He turns to Aster, holding up the first bowl of ingredients.

“Alright, say hi to everyone, Aster,” Felix says, his tone encouraging.

Aster waves enthusiastically at the camera. “Hi! We’re making... spaghetti meatballs!” His pronunciation of “meatballs” comes out slightly jumbled, and Felix chuckles, ruffling his hair.

“That’s right, baby,” Felix says. “Now, let’s show everyone what we need.” He glances at you briefly to check if the filming is going smoothly.

“Perfect,” you mouth at him while giving a thumbs-up.

Aster carefully picks up a small bowl of breadcrumbs, holding it high for the camera. “This is crumbs!”

Felix gently takes the bowl and sets it on the counter. “Breadcrumbs, good job, Aster. And what’s this?” He holds up an egg.

“Eggie!” Aster says proudly.

“Very good,” Felix says, his voice warm and encouraging. He turns to the camera. “We’re starting with the meatballs today. I’ve already prepped everything, so Aster just has to help me mix it all together.”

He grabs a large mixing bowl, placing it in front of Aster. Felix pours in the ground beef and hands Aster the bowl of breadcrumbs. “Okay, dump that in.”

Aster carefully tips the bowl, his little tongue poking out in concentration as he watches the breadcrumbs scatter over the meat.

Aster triumphantly claps his tiny hands. “I did it, dada!”

With a proud smile, Felix cheers him on. “Perfect! You’re a natural, Aster.”

One by one, Felix helps Aster add the egg, Parmesan cheese, minced garlic, and seasoning to the bowl. The boy’s tiny hands eagerly stir the mixture with a wooden spoon, though it’s clear the effort is a bit much for him.

“Need some help?” Felix asks, stepping in to guide Aster’s hands as they mix together. “There you go. Good job, baby!”

Aster grins up at him. “I’m doing it, Daddy!”

“You are,” Felix says, his heart swelling at the sight of his son’s joy.

You can’t help but laugh softly from behind the camera. “He’s a little chef in the making.”

Felix glances your way, catching your smile, and feels a rush of gratitude for moments like this. “He’s the best assistant I’ve ever had.”

The rest of the process is filled with Aster’s excited commentary as Felix shapes the meatballs and lines them on a baking tray. Once they’re in the oven, Felix shifts the focus to prepping the pasta, showing Aster how to carefully measure the noodles and explaining how they’ll boil them soon.

“Okay, Aster, what do we say to everyone watching at home?” Felix asks as they wrap up the video.

“Thank you for watching!” Aster says, waving at the camera again.

“And don’t forget to—” Felix prompts.

“Like and ’scribe!” Aster finishes with a giggle.

Felix scoops him up, pressing a kiss to his cheek as the camera clicks off. “That’s my baby.”

You lower the camera and grin. “This is going to be everyone’s new favorite video of you two.”

Felix chuckles, setting Aster down and watching as he runs off, already proclaiming he’s going to Hyunjin about the spaghetti meatballs.

The kitchen is finally quiet after the filming chaos, though the warm, lingering scent of baked meatballs fills the air. Felix is wiping down the counter as you approach him, still holding the camera.

“Alright, I think we're all set,” you say, carefully placing the camera on the counter. “Thanks for letting me leave early today.”

Felix looks up with a grin, his usual playful glint in his eyes. “No problem. You deserve a little fun. Just don’t forget—safe sex is key.”

You roll your eyes, groaning. “Felix, I swear—”

“Hey, it’s my duty as the responsible adult here,” he teases, raising his hands in mock surrender.

You shake your head, but there’s a hint of a smile tugging at your lips. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.”

As you turn to grab your bag, Aster bounds into the room, still brimming with energy despite the day’s excitement. “Where you going, Bubba?” he asks, looking up at you with wide eyes.

You crouch down to his level, ruffling his hair. “Sorry, Aster but Bubba has to go now, but I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Aster nods, wrapping his small arms around your neck. “Bye-bye!”

“Bye-bye, Monster Aster,” you say softly, giving him a quick hug before surprise him with a tickle on his belly.

Felix steps closer and then crosses his arms in front of him. “And no hug for me?” he asks, mock-pouting.

With a laugh, you roll your eyes again but step forward to give him a quick hug. “Happy now?”

“Ecstatic,” Felix replies, his grin widening. As you pull away, he leans in conspiratorially. “Need me to grab you some extra condoms before you go?”

You groan loudly this time, throwing your head back. “Felix!” He bursts out laughing and Aster, despite not understanding the joke, also laughing. Felix waves a hand dismissively and says, “Alright, alright, I’ll stop. But seriously, have fun, okay?”

You grab your bag and head for the door, looking back with a playful glare. “Thanks for the talk, Dad.”

Felix grins at you from the kitchen. “Don't drink and drive!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, stepping outside.

The door closes behind you, and Felix watches through the window as you walk down the path to the street. A faint breeze catches your hair, and you pull your bag higher on your shoulder. He doesn’t move until you’re out of sight, a bittersweet ache settling in his chest.

How many times had he watched you come and go, not thinking much of it? But now, each goodbye felt heavier, knowing soon it might be the last.

Felix takes a deep breath and turns back to the kitchen, but his movements are slower, weighed down by the thought of your absence.

“Why does it feel like we’re already saying goodbye?” he murmurs to himself, brushing a hand over the clean counter.

...

Full fic will be posted Friday, Dec 27!

[industrations]

my little guy.

i know that your prompts and requests are closed.

as i am the light of your life, however,

i just need a sprinkle

of your affection

in the shape of

an egg

Eggie

[thatwildnya]

venti when griffin wifey disappears to nest

The anemo archon is freaking out after his wife has suddenly vanished without a trace. After hours of searching with the help of the Favonius Knights and Diluc he discovers she has made a nest in Dvalin's home to lay a clutch of eggs.

TW: none

notes: the format this is written in what we've named a headcanon drabble mix. it will start with hcs and have a drabble at the end or multiple sprinkled throughout it. these will be tagged as headcanon drabble mix, hc drabble mix, or [fandom]hcdm.

chitters and nickers

Wild: I've started playing genshin recently and it's been on my mind a lot. Decided to write somethin' on a whim. Might make more with the same prompt if this one gets a lot of attention.

nya: i wanna squish venti's cheeks

wifey's bird cat mix

european wildcat, white dove, 7 eggs

very likely this was not planned, Venti’s alcoholic tendencies often cause him to forget protection so it was only a matter of time it caught up to him

unexpected pregnancies with female griffins can be absolutely heart attack inducing due to their instincts kicking in immediately once their body realizes what’s happening. bird brains go into maximum overdrive and once it decides where it wants to nest they’re making a beeline to claim said spot and going builder mode asap.

so imagine the archon’s panic when you’re nowhere to be found after being sick and acting weird all week. poor guy is zooming all over the city alongside the knights and Diluc to find you. once he’s combed through the city he uses his godly powers to call for Dvalin’s assistance. but there’s no answer.

Equation: wifey acting odd + wifey missing + dragon friend not responding. Conclusion: something very bad happened. Solution: it is time to panic at the anemo.

shouts at some random pedestrian passing by to gather the knights and meet him at the lair. unfortunately he mistook the stranger as a knight them self due to wearing similar clothes. and on top of that this person was a foreigner. but he’s gone before the misunderstanding can be cleared. now hubby is thought to be missing. what an eventful day for Mondstadt.

creates a crater when he lands outside his friends home. said friend sticks his head out from the crumbling tower with blurry eyes. what was all this racket for? this is the second time he’s been so rudely awoken today! bro already lost hours of sleep from his wife barging in at 1AM to nest and lay eggs. wifey did what now.

the dragon’s grumpiness dissolves once the situation has been cleared. in fact he was laughing in the end. the image of a large number of humans scurrying around in search of a god’s wife thinking the worst when in actuality she’s enjoying baby time in arguably the safest place in the nation is hilarious!

but that’s not important right now you laid eggies sired by him he’s gonna be a dad! this twink of a god can’t contain his excitement. how many did you lay? when will they hatch? how big are they? have they developed enough to be able to hear his voice? can he hold them? too bad you can’t answer, doves can’t mimic sounds and you aren’t reverting back to human for a while.

has no problem with you nesting in Dvalin’s home. in fact he’s all for it. very few humans and monsters dare to intrude on the territory of the anemo dragon once called Storm Terror. no worries here! so long you had no issues he’d stand by your decision, y’know what they say, a mother knows best!

you are never left alone Venti makes sure there’s always one person he trusts to watch over you and your growing kids. if he could he’d be right there in the nest with his family 24/7. the issue is, however, that you’re the breadwinner of the family. and griffin moms to be won’t leave the eggs alone until they’ve hatched. not for food, water, nothing. avian feline mom’s have wills of steel.

it isn’t long before Venti realizes the problem. kids are not cheap to raise. (especially in this economy) so for the first time in history, the anemo archon begins the treacherous and traumatizing journey of job hunting. it was a grueling quest, one of hardships and difficulty like no other. his confidence and ego took many serious blows, wounds inflicted upon them so deep it was feared he might never recover. there were plenty of times he almost gave up, but he persevered! his family was counting on him, he couldn’t give up. and with the power of love and friendship, he was able to slay- jk he just became a part time knight and takes on quick jobs spread across his nation.

this is quite the change to his usual routine but it’s all worth it. every time he returns to his recently grown family is all the motivation he needs. can’t wait for the day he’ll be greeted by a chorus of chirps after a long day of work.

when he isn’t working he’s always near the nest, if he isn’t in it. and more likely than not he’s by a fire cooking up something for you to eat. he’s glad you’ll eat if food is in reach. man’s on his way to becoming a 5 star chef with how much he’s expanding his culinary skills.

when is baby time? it’s always baby time in this house. and everyone is invited to baby time. can’t help but squeal internally whenever you get excited at visitors. leaving the nest just to gently tug them over so they could see the eggs will always be the cutest thing you’ll do to him. how can he not smile when your feathered face shines with pride everytime you present his kids?

finally, the day comes. he’s in the middle of aiding Diluc unload supplies for Angel’s Share when the Mondstadt citizens are given a heart attack by Dvalin suddenly swooping overhead shouting for him to get his butt back to you. get ready folks, it’s time for round 2 of panic at the anemo!

adding a new crater in Dvalin's lawn he runs to your side with heaving lungs all winded and worried. but you seem completely fine? and so do the babies, albeit one is shivering from the chillness of the ruins and being wet having just hatched… wait a minute-

Did you really have to disappear like that? Especially since you’ve been acting strange the past week?

Your side of the bed was cold when he woke up and he thought you had already left for work. The day goes on as normal, some bard performances here, archon duties there, wine shenanigans, nothing out of the ordinary. Until your boss shows up demanding to know where you are just as he was about to take a post lunch nap.

Okay, there’s no need to panic yet. Maybe your boss forgot you weren’t supposed to be in today? Nope, it’s the middle of the week. Maybe you were late getting back from lunch? What do you mean you haven’t been in all day. Were you scheduled to work offsite? No? Okay, now it's time to panic.

He’s fearing the worst as he and the others search for you. His true identity may be a secret to most but that unfortunately wasn’t true for a certain large powerful group that had already stolen from him twice. He hopes this isn’t their doing.

Thankfully the search doesn’t last long. Once the city has been combed through he flies off to get help from Dvalin. His friend can’t help but laugh when told what was going on. That’s when it’s revealed you’ve been in his lair the whole time.

Just as the dragon said, you’ve taken residence in his lair. Showing up in the middle of the night without warning to build a nest. So that’s where all the missing clothes, blankets, and pillows went. Used as cushions for the nest you’ve built in the middle of the night. The nest, might I add, looks very comfortable. Your loafing self emits a blissful aura, wings drooping lazily at your side and talons tucked under your chest.

Doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Opts for a third option to beeline to you for a hug. But there will be no hugs for him. Dvalin manages to grab him before he can take a few steps.

“I would advise against this approach, Barbatos.” the anemo dragon warns while the archon flails in his talons whining, “less you desire a delay in meeting your offspring.”

The bard freezes at his words. Offspring? Does he mean you were…?

Venti is plopped down a few steps away from you, this time waiting for your acknowledgement before coming close. You are more than happy to have him there. Thank you Dvalin for intercepting, you’d be on guard if you’d seen your husband suddenly running full speed at you.

You raise your wings slightly, doing mini flaps as you call out to him in your beautiful avian voice with enthusiasm. You are practically vibrating in excitement as your mate comes to join you in your nest made of natural and man made materials. The same could be said for him.

“Lemme see, lemme see, lemme see!” Venti claps impatiently, ready to see the incubating life underneath your feathers. His eyes somehow manage to get even wider as you sit up. You puff up your chest feathers, head raised high with pride as you reveal the seven eggs you’d laid hours ago.

Venti’s eyes are sparkling with happy tears. Head in hands as he leans forward on his elbows, he studies his growing babies in awe. It pleased him to no end that the shells were decorated in the colors of anemo. If that didn’t scream who sired these eggs then he didn’t know what would.

Hand slightly reaching out, he had intended to wait for the okay like before. But you were offended he had the audacity to think he had to get permission to touch what he had helped to create. And you were going to make your feelings very clear.

Without warning you lunge forward. Small beak clamping on his shirt to jerk him over the edge. The bard lets out a startled yelp, face planting into your wing. Despite being a combination of smaller species of the feline and avian family, you were still quite strong.

“Ow ow ow, was that really necessary love dove?” He rubs his nose. Beak snaps are your reply, pouting at him to hurry up. Your impatience was so great he was denied the option to shake out his hat of feathers and twigs, getting robbed of his head wear. Okay he gets the memo sheesh!

The remainder of the evening is spent snuggled in the nest. Songs of humans and birds are heard late into the night, the voice of a dragon chiming in at times. Peace befalls the land of anemo.

Until it’s shattered by a frantic legion of knights still searching for their god and his wife hours later.

~ time skip yay ~

Venti sobs, clutching his bundle of joy to his chest. It had been nearly half an hour since his firstborn had entered the world yet somehow the tears kept flowing. No matter how hard he tried, the tears wouldn’t halt. But could you really blame him?

“You’re going to hyperventilate at this rate. It’s a wonder you haven’t already.”

“I-I-I *sniffle* can’t h-hel- *sob* help i-it!” he hugs his firstborn closer, blurry gaze never leaving his child’s face. “Sh-she-she’s *hiccup* s-so beau- *sniffle* beautiful!” the dragon rolled his eyes. How much longer did he have to listen to his crying?

“Get a hold of yourself. Your hatchlings won’t benefit if both parents are unable to assist due to being unconscious.”

Venti gives a final sniffle before tilting his head up in an attempt to stop the tears. He blinks rapidly, steadying his breath. A quick wipe of the sleeve and it’s back to staring.

He wanted to see every little thing she did. His perfect little feathered treasure.

The hatchling had somehow managed to sleep through his whole cry fest. Cozily wrapped in a quilt and blissfully resting from her first big hurdle. Not even a day old and she had already passed the most important milestone of her life, breaking the shell that had protected her as she grew.

He quickly wiped his eyes again. He’d cried enough today.

Suddenly she yawned, beak opening wide and talons outstretching. Eyes blinking open, she looks up at her father’s puffy face. Venti smiles warmly at her, his own eyes giving her loving slow blinks. His daughter returns the gesture.

She begins to wiggle in his hold, talons reaching to grip his shirt in an attempt to pull herself closer to his face. To save his daughter the trouble he lifts her closer. He chuckles as he nuzzles her face, her curious sniffs ticking.

“Hello, little one,” he whispers quietly, planting a kiss on her forehead, “the winds welcome you into the world.”

[lousypotatoes]

I Don't Need No Jewels In My Crown

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5

Song Recommendation:

I Hate It Here - Taylor Swift

"Okay, a little bit to the left, ooh! Right there! That looks perfect!"

Y/N's F/C wings fluttered as her feet came in contact with the carpeted floor. Since she was the only resident that had wings, (besides Husk) Charlie had asked her to help hang up a sign for Sir Pentious that read 'Happy First Week Sir Pentious!'

"I am so excited that Sir Pentious has been here a whole week!" Charlie squealed.

"Pentious was just trying to take over the city with his weird steampunk bullshit a few days ago," Vaggie grumbled.

"Well, I haven't seen him try to pull any of that here!" Charlie smiled.

At that exact moment, Sir Pentious wheeled in a weird looking death machine, his little egg creatures sitting on top of it, smiling gleefully.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Y/N deadpanned.

"What the hell is that?" Vaggie asked.

"It's my new invention!" Sir Pentious explained. "The sssskin flayer eleven thousand! I'm really looking forward to shooting the other resssidents!"

"And why do you have that exactly?" Y/N narrowed her eyes.

"Everyone is being too nice. Obviously, it must be a lie!" Sir Pentious said. "I can sense they are planning to kill me. But when? How? I must be prepared! Ooh! The new parts for my machine are here."

Two young women walked in, one of them was carrying a clipboard and the other was wheeling in crates.

Y/N instantly recognized them as Carmilla Carmine's daughters.

"Sign please," one of them said, handing Sir Pentious the clipboard.

"Mmm, thank you for your business," she said after Pentious signed. "Enjoy your Carmine purchase."

"Carmine? As in Carmilla Carmine?" Vaggie asked as the two girls walked out. "You are buying parts from an Overlord?"

"Uh, of course. She's the top weapons dealer in Hell," Pentious said.

"Yeah, well that stops now," Y/N said matter of factly, wheeling away the weapon parts. "As long as you are staying here, you cannot build weapons in this hotel! No one is trying to kill you, people are being nice because they want you to feel welcome here."

"I have my doubtsss," Pentious said, suspiciously.

"Well, it's true," Vaggie intervened. "You have to trust us."

"But I don't,"

"Well, why don't we focus on that for today's activities?" Charlie asked.

"Not before we lay some ground rules," Vaggie said. "No more building weapons, no more plotting against other guests, and you need to get rid of these...things." she gestured to the egg creatures.

They were playing with a laser, turning it on and making a hole in the ceiling.

"Ugh! What did I just say! What did I just say!" Vaggie yelled.

"What? Not my little egg bois, they do my evil bidding for me," Pentious pouted.

"Do you want to stay here and redeem yourself?" Vaggie asked.

"Yessss?"

"Then no more eggs," Vaggie said.

"Alright eggies, you've got to go," Pentious started to tear up. "I can't keep you anymore."

"Alright boss!" the egg bois saluted him.

"No, don't resist!" Pentious cried dramatically as Vaggie wheeled away the cart, the egg creatures following her. "This is how it has to be!"

As soon as they were out of sight, he started sobbing hard and loud.

"Uh, there there," Y/N patted his back awkwardly. "It'll be okay,"

"And why do you want me to take these exercises again?"

"Because I think it would be really beneficial for you to learn to trust people more!"

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked. "I'm a totally trusting person."

"Uh huh sure," Vaggie smirked.

"I'm more trusting than you at least," Y/N shot back. "Why aren't you doing this exercise?"

"I have something else planned for her," Charlie said, prompting a confused look from Vaggie. "C'mon please, Y/N?"

She then looked at Y/N with her puppy eyes that she always used when she wanted something.

It always worked on Y/N.

"Fine," Y/N groaned. "But this is the only exercise I'll ever do,"

"Yay!" Charlie squealed, hugging her. "You're the best! Okay, we have to round everybody up."

"On it,"

Y/N stood next to the couch where Husk and Angel were sitting, a bored look on all three of their faces. In front of them was a makeshift wooden stage that had a banner above up that read 'TRUSTING 101'

"Hi guys! Thanks for coming!" Charlie smiled. "It's been brought to our attention that there may be a little...tension in the hotel."

"Tension that can be counterproductive to what we're trying to do here," Vaggie said, taking away a gun from Pentious that he was about to use to shoot Niffty.

"We think that this group could really benefit from....trust exercises!" Charlie said, her and Vaggie jumping in the air.

"Yeah, trust exercises! Ah, shit." Vaggie said, falling on the floor.

"Vaggie, we rehearsed this," Charlie mumbled.

"We're doing trust exercises!"

"So uh, what's with the whole...this?" Husk asked, gesturing to the stage. "I'm not about to put on show for these fuckin' chumps."

"Oh, I will," Angel smirked, putting his legs on Husk. "But it's cash up front, and I know that one can't afford me."

"Grossss!" Pentious cringed. "I would never think of it, sssspider!"

"Right, well, let's get started," Vaggie said. "Charlie?"

"Actually, I thought maybe you could take the lead on this one!" Charlie smiled. "I trust everyone, so maybe you know better about how to build it properly!"

Everyone was now standing in front of Vaggie, a nervous look on her face.

"What?" she stuttered. "I-I don't know if I'm qualified to uh-"

"Oh, c'mon it'll be easy! I'm sure you can handle this," Charlie said.

"Yeah, um, sure! I can handle this no problem," Vaggie said, looking around at everybody. Besides Y/N and Charlie, everyone else had frowns on their faces.

Except for Niffty who was just smiling manically.

Vaggie took a deep breath and then started pacing back and forth.

"Alright, so we are starting with trust falls! Each of you are going to share something vulnerable with the group about yourself and then fall backwards while the rest of the group catches you, got it!" Vaggie yelled in an army commander like voice.

"Who wants to go first?"

"Ooh me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!" Charlie exclaimed, jumping up and down.

"Alright, get on up here," Vaggie smiled as Charlie ran up onto the stage.

"I...I love you guys," Charlie confessed, tearing up. "Like really...really love you."

Charlie then fell backwards, Y/N and Vaggie being the only ones who caught her.

"Gotcha," Vaggie said.

"That....felt.....good!" Charlie exclaimed. "Angel! Why don't you go next?"

"Fine," he groaned, walking onto to the stage.

"This time everyone needs to catch him, okay?" Vaggie said, as everybody else begrudgingly walked forward. "Unless you want me to hurt you."

"Somethin' about myself, huh?" Angel thought. "Well how 'bout this. I love to suck-!"

"I swear to fuck if you say dicks!" Husk and Y/N angrily yelled at the same time.

"Popsicles ya perverts!" Angel smirked. "Get your minds outta the gutter."

As Angel fell backward, he grunted as he fell into Husk's arms. "But ya know, dicks too," he smirked, and getting caught off guard when Husk dropped him, making Y/N giggle.

"Alright new guy," Angel said from the floor, rubbing his back. "You're up."

As Sir Pentious walked on the stage, suddenly there was a stage light cast upon him.

'What the fuck? Where did that come from?' Y/N thought.

"I...don't want to live without my minions," he said dramatically, tearing up. "Nobody catch me."

Only Charlie, Vaggie and Y/N caught him. "Damnit," he muttered.

"That's great," Vaggie said. "Wow you are slimy. Good job. Okay, Niffty?"

As soon as her name was called, Niffty ran up onto the stage as fast as her little legs would let her.

"Sometimes, I kill mother bugs in front of their children as a warning to others!" Niffty said, the biggest grin on her face.

Everybody looked at Niffty with a look on fear on their face. When Niffty fell backwards, instead of trying to catch her, everybody moved back a bit, letting Niffty fall to the floor with a big thud.

"Yay pain!" she giggled before getting back up onto the stage and falling again.

She did that over and over again, Y/N, Husk, and Sir Pentious deadpanned as Vaggie and Charlie walked off.

"That girl is something," Y/N muttered.

"You're telling me," Husk grumbled.

"Is she alwayssss like this?" Pentious asked.

"Pretty much, yeah," Y/N answered.

"Oh, yeah," Angel said, sneaking over to where Charlie and Angel were talking. "I got the best fuckin' idea."

"I swear, if it has anything to do with sex, I'm slitting his throat," Y/N groaned.

"You and me both," Husk said.

"Angel!" Vaggie said. "What the actual fuck!?"

Right now, they were all standing in some sort of BDSM place. There were people getting whipped, harnesses and ball gags all over the wall and lots of different kinds of paddles.

It was a place that Y/N thought belonged in the Lust ring.

"No activity requires more trust than BDSM, baby," Angel smirked, holding up a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs. "'No bond stronger than those formed through bondage.' That's their motto."

"You are so sick," Y/N grimaced.

"Angel, love the enthusiasm," Charlie fake smiled. "But um, errrr, hmmm," she struggled to find the right words to say.

"What makes you think anyone would be into this?" Vaggie asked.

They turned to Husk, who was purring in contentment. He was laying on his stomach getting massaged by a girl in BDSM getup. "Y'know, I don't hate this," he murmured.

"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me," Y/N deadpanned. 

Niffty then appeared, dressed in an all leather bodysuit, holding a paddle. "I'm ready to punish some bad boys," she giggled sinisterly. 

"Uh, never mind, I'm out," Husk said in disgust, pushing the masseuse off of him.

Y/N looked around some more, beginning to feel more uncomfortable by the minute. She could tell Charlie felt the same, seeing her tense up as some BDSM workers began to rub up on her before Vaggie intervened and pulled Charlie away. 

"I can't fucking believe I let you drag us here, Angel! This is disgusting!" Vaggie seethed. 

"It's not big deal, Vaggie," Charlie said. "You know, maybe I can just help-"

"Uh no, I told you you could trust me and I'm not going to let you down." Vaggie said, beginning to pace. "I just need to teach them the way I was taught."

"Um, what kind of way were you taught?" Y/N asked. 

"THIS IS HOW YOU LEARNED TO TRUST PEOPLE!?"

They were all standing on the top of a building, below them, they were Sinners battling each other, whether they were shooting each other, or stabbing each other in the throat.

Overall, it was just chaos. 

"There is nothing stronger than the trust between comrades and arms!" Vaggie said in a drill sergeant voice. "Buckle up, butter cups, because today you boys become men!"

Que nicely times explosion.

"You-!" Vaggie said, directing her attention towards Sir Pentious.

"Wait, wait!" he pleaded. "I can't fight without my minions-!"

Vaggie didn't care what he had to say, picking him up easily and throwing him into the battlefield below. 

"-are going to survive together!" Vaggie finished. "And you-" now directing her attention towards Angel Dust.

"D-don't you even thing about it-!" Angel stuttered. 

Vaggie also didn't listen to him, picking him and chucking him like he weighed nothing. "-are going to make this hotel work!"

Deciding that she wanted nothing to do with what was happening, Y/N quietly snuck away into the door that led downstairs into the building, Husk right behind her, having the same idea as her. 

Once they were both halfway down the staircase, Y/N held a breath she didn't know she was holding. 

"Why was that so intense?" she mumbled. 

"Cuz that girls fuckin' crazy," Husk replied. 

Y/N laughed. "Only a little bit, but definitely not as crazy as Niffty."

"No one's as crazy as Niffty," Husk chuckled. "You see the way she runs out around the hotel chasing cockroaches?"

"Makes my day whenever I see that," Y/N smiles. "I wonder what she did to end up in this shithole."

"You don't even want to know," Husk scoffed.

"Oh?" she said curiously. "How do you know what she did?"

Husk ran his claws through his hair. "I've known Niffty and that stupid radio fuckhead for a long time."

"Ooh, I feel sorry for you,"

"You should,"

"What will it take for you to tell me what Niffty did? 'Cause now I'm curious,"

"Hmmm, it depends," Husk smirked. "How well can you hold your liquor?"

"Pretty damn good," Y/N said. "Maybe better than you."

"If you can finish ten beers before I can, I'll tell you whatever the hell you want." he remarked. 

"Ten beers?" she smirked. "That's like a walk in the park for me."

"Think you can beat me?"

"Oh I know I ca-woah!"

Y/N missed a step on the stairs, rolling her ankle and beginning to trip, trying to grab onto something to stabilize herself. 

Before she could use her wings to fly up in the air, Husk quickly grabbed her wrist and spun her around, preventing Y/N from tumbling down the stairs. 

Unfortunately for both of them, Husk pulled her closer than he wanted, instead pulling her flush against his body. Both of their eyes widened but neither of them attempted to move away from each other. 

Y/N's mind raced, thinking about the predicament how she was in. Thinking about how Husk's fur felt against her skin. Thinking about the blush that coated both her and Husk's cheeks. Thinking about how his yellow eyes silently ran across her face. Thinking about their breaths mixing together. 

Thinking about how she kind of wanted to kiss the lips on Husk's face. 

Both of them could admit to each other that this situation was embarrassing, but both of them would never admit to each other, or any one in that matter, that they both kind of liked the situation they were in. 

"What the fuck is goin' on here?" said a high pitched voice. 

Y/N's head whipped around and saw Angel, dirty and disheveled and carrying a dirty Sir Pentious, heading up the stairs.

"What are you lovebirds up to?" Angel smirked, an eyebrow raised. 

"Nothing!" Y/N said quickly, yanking her wrist out of Husk's grasp. "We were just heading back to the Hotel."

"You sure you guys weren't about to suck each other's faces off?"

"Yes, you fuckin' dickhead!" Husk snapped. "She tripped and I caught her, not a big fuckin' deal."

"Whatever you say, kitty cat~" Angel purred, passing them. "I'll see you back at the hotel, I got a special lil' word to say to Vagina."

The two of them began walking back down the staircase, the two of them staying in total silence this time.

Talk about tension in the air.

Y/N felt awkward walking next to Husk in silence. She felt like she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say or how to say it. 

What do you even say after a situation like that?

"Hey, uh-" Husk stuttered as the two of them reached the bottom of the stairs. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"No you're fine, you don't have to apologize," Y/N smiled reassuringly. "If it wasn't for you, my head would probably be split open."

"Well, we can't have that," he chuckled. 

"Obviously not," she smirked. "But anyways, thank you for grabbing me."

"Of course,"

"So when do you wanna do that drinking bet?"

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Magoranza Week

Day 3 - Comfort

"Let's stay together... Magolor."

DAY 3 COMPLETE! A day late, but I'm still really proud of how this turned out! For this prompt, I decided to redraw these two as Ena's untrained card for the With Our Hands, Covered in Wounds event.

There's actually a bit of backstory to this! Basically, I had been writing out a little scene inspired heavily by Mizu5 with Eggy and Taranza; in this case, however, it relates heavily to Eggy's past of having almost taken over the universe.

For some context, my Magolor has a pretty rough relationship with her Meta Knight after the events of RtDL. It's to a point where he's constantly suspicious of her, fearing she's deceiving everyone yet again. He tells Taranza about what she had done as a way of warning him about getting too close- at least, that's what he believes. Unfortunately, Eggy overhears everything and fears the worst, thinking Taranza will only see her as a monster, and runs away. Thankfully, as you can guess from this piece, this does have a happy ending, as Taranza is able to catch up with Eggy and comforting her, reassuring her that he'll stay by her side.

Maybe I'll finish writing that scene and post it soon..

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drawing prompts! could we maybe see q!slime and his little eggy daughter?

We could have haaad it alllll

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I really want make this prompt. A little late but who else out there are also his precious eggies? Heehee.

Ps. This charming little egg rest peacefully in my Tav’s inventory.

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This is the post that's going to be used for the prize draw.

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You can also choose to have it as a stand alone fic, or I'm more than happy to write you a bonus chapter in I'm Not Your F*cking Maid.

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french toast // G // deancas // 1459 words // prompt: figuring out

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It happens gently, with a soft landing.

Dean dips the slice of bread–I need brioche, Sammy, yeah dude that specifically–into the bowl of egg and milk.  Little daubs of cinnamon (and just a dash of nutmeg, okay, this bitch is fancy) float on top, clinging to the bread as he lifts it out.  He lets the bread drip for a moment, wet droplets falling back into the bowl. From his fingertips, too, and he feels it wet and cold.

He puts it into the hot, buttery pan and it sizzles, starting to cook.

“That smells good,” a gruff voice says behind him.  “Are you making breakfast?”

Dean looks over his shoulder.  Cas squints at him, sipping from a mug filled with rich black coffee.  “Morning, sunshine,” he says, and he can’t keep the smile out of his voice.  “Yeah, I’m making french toast.  Brioche french toast, so you better strap in.  It’s good as hell.”

Cas hums.  “Breakfast of champions?” he asks, echoing something he’s heard Dean say before.

And Dean has to turn back around and watch the pan, unable to keep from grinning.  His cheeks are going to get sore from all the damn smiling he’s been doing lately.

Since Cas came back.

“Yeah,” he says.  “Breakfast of champions.  We gotta expand your human palette.”

Cas shuffles closer.  “What’s in it?”

He stands near, but not so close they’re touching, better with personal space now that he’s human.  Dean can still feel him, sleep-warmed and loose-limbed, a calming presence at his back.  His shoulders go tingly with awareness and he rolls them, clearing his throat.  “You get some bread–and you can use whatever, but I like the brioche like we got here, or it’s real good with challah, too, and then you get an egg, splash of milk, and add some vanilla and cinnamon.”  He licks his lips and glances backwards at Cas.  “And I added a little nutmeg too, y’know?  Don’t gotta, though.”

Cas breathes deep.  “It smells very good.”  He takes another sip of his coffee, and Dean can hear him sigh with quiet pleasure after he swallows.  “Thank you, Dean.”

“Yeah, man,” he says, feeling lit up and warm at doing something for Cas, getting to take care of him.  “No problem.”

After another moment of observation, Cas goes and sits down.  Dean finishes the first piece and sticks it on a plate, then dips and cooks the second slice.  He wipes his hands on a dishtowel, then throws it over his shoulder, taking the plate to Cas.

“Breakfast is served,” he says, grinning at Cas and winking.  As soon as he does it, unintentional though it was, he regrets it, heat climbing up the back of his neck.  “Uh, gimme just a second to make mine and I’ll sit and eat with you.”

Cas smiles back at him.  “Okay, Dean.”

He hurries back to the stovetop, glad that he doesn’t have to look at Cas.  He wishes he’d stayed, though, just to watch him take that first bite.  He’s gotten his first piece submerged in the eggy mixture when he remembers something.  “Oh, hey,” he says.  He shakes off the bread and tosses it into the pan.  “Forgot this.”  He grabs the syrup from the fridge and plops it in front of Cas.  “Syrup.  You can get a little bowl for dipping, or drizzle it over ‘em like pancakes.”

Cas takes a bite, and Dean watches as his straight, white teeth show past his lips.  His head tilts as he chews, staring at the bottle of syrup.  “I don’t know, Dean.  This is already excellent.  I don’t know that your french toast needs anything else.”

Dean ducks his head, pleased, and says “Well, yeah, of course it’s awesome, Cas.  Doesn’t mean you can’t add a little extra sweetness.”

He finishes his own breakfast and then takes it to the table.  Cas has been working through his two slices with slow, methodical bites, looking like he’s studying the texture and composition of every piece.  

“Better than molecules?”

“Yes.”  Cas smiles at him, a little crooked and so human–and so Cas, goddamnit–that something in Dean’s chest cracks open.  “Much.  You should make french toast a regular part of our breakfast rotation.”  And then his smile goes a little tender, his eyes soften, and he goes back to his food.

For a moment, Dean just watches him eat.

It still feels unreal sometimes, to see Cas there in front of him.  Watching Cas go that final time, watching the Empty take him, had been one of the worst moments of Dean’s life.  And it’s not like he’s lacking in moments to choose from, his life has been one hot and ready buffet of trauma from the time he was four years old.  But something about losing Cas had felt like losing Sam, like a piece of him had been irrevocably taken from him.  He’d sat on the floor in the dungeon and had to reckon with that, with what it meant to lose Cas, with what it meant to be faced with the full, honest force of Cas’s love.  Somehow, despite everything they had been through and every wound they had ever given the other, Cas loved him.  Cas loved him.  And Dean had wanted to honor that love, had forced himself to get up and go to Sam and Jack and stop Chuck once and for all.  And they’d done it.  And behind it all, in this new foundational part of himself, Cas had loved him.

When they’d gotten him back, Dean hadn’t quite been able to believe it.  It seemed too good to be true.  Things didn’t work out like that, not for Winchesters.  Dean had found one of his people, his family, and then lost him.  So it goes.  But then he’d come back and Dean had him again.

Dean had found his person again.

There is a blob of syrup on the corner of Cas’s mouth.  He’d made a little puddle of it on the edge of his plate, and had dragged a few bites through to try it.  Dean stares for a moment.  He can see himself in his mind’s eye, grabbing a napkin and swiping at it.  He can see himself leaning forward and using the pad of his thumb to smear it across Cas’s lips and cheek, more a hindrance than a help.  

And then he thinks I want to eat breakfast with him every morning for the rest of our lives.

The realization hits him suddenly, but with no impact.  It’s as if he always knew.  It lands as delicately as a petal cupped in his palm, as softly as snow falling on his shoulder.  He’s not sure what took him so long to figure it out.  Cas is his person.

Dean loves him, too.

“What the hell, man,” he teases, “you’ve got syrup all over your face.  I gotta teach you how to eat, too?”

Cas glares at him and Dean laughs.  “It’s right—” He gestures to his mouth.  Cas wipes at the wrong side.

“Syrup is messy, Dean, I told you I didn’t need it.”

“It’s still there.”

Cas wipes harder, still the wrong side.  “I don’t think—”

“You’re not even close, let me just…”

“I’m fine, Dean, I don’t need—”

Dean leans over the table and kisses him, right on the corner of his warm, plush mouth.  He tastes like syrup.  It feels thick and warm like syrup, too.  Like breakfast together everyday.  Like finding your person and getting to keep them.  Like home.

“Oh,” Cas breathes as Dean pulls away.  His eyes are wide and his lips are parted.

“Still there,” Dean says.  He sucks his thumb into his mouth to wet it and then scrubs at the sticky corner of Cas’s mouth.

“Dean,” he says, frowning.  He tries to bat him away, but Dean pushes back and scrubs harder.  “Dean, that’s not helping.”

His hand moves from Cas’s face to the back of his neck.  He lets it rest there, gentle, as he leans closer.  “Think you can get it yourself, then?”  Cas is staring at his mouth.  He bites the swell of his bottom lip, just for the little shock of pleasure from watching Cas notice.  “Can’t leave your face all sticky.”  He leans closer.  “I just want to help.”

Cas cups his cheek with one large, warm palm.  “It’s okay, Dean.”  He pulls him in for one quick, hard kiss.  It lasts barely a moment, like a just in case, like Cas wants to take what he can before Dean pulls away again.  But Dean’s not going anywhere.  They’re still so close that their noses brush.  Still so close that Dean can feel when he smiles.  “I think I’ve got it.”